Chapter 4

It was the following morning when Livia finally awoke, her body aching all over, a series of black-and-blue. She had crusted sperm on her mouth and all over the side of her head.

Staggering to an adjoining bath room—for she was in a bedroom, probably the master bedroom in this house since it had an adjoining bathroom—she filled a tub with water and soaked her helpless Forrest Cameron for having done this to body in it. She had no illusions about this being finished—yet. There was still that tall, dark leader of the men—that Sam. he would want his share of her. After that, she would be lucky not to be murdered. After all, they might very well be stringing her along about not wanting to hurt her, in reality intending to kill her after they were finished with her. Forrest Cameron had said something about her being replaced at the bookkeeping office.

Livia realized, as she lay in the tub, that she was extremely hungry. Sex had worked up an incredible appetite. Now that she had regained her strength, she wanted something to eat. She only hoped they would feed her before killing her. Somehow it was criminal to be made to die on an empty stomach.

When she finally let the water out of the tub and stood on the mat to dry herself, she had an opportunity to see the black-and-blue marks on her body in the mirror. She also saw that somehow, sex had sweated a lot of the roundness off her, and she seemed to be trimming out for the first time in her life. It was as if sex was the catalyst needed to get rid of her baby-fat. What a shame that it had to be wasted on these monsters. She was certain she would never get out of here alive, but if she did, she would find a way to wreak revenge on Forrest Cameron for having done this to her.

When she returned to her bedroom, she found the door locked. That figured. The windows had been boarded up, so there was no way for her to stick her head out and shout for help.

Sighing, she sat down on the bed where she had awakened, and waited. She waited a long, long time.

What seemed like an eternity later, the door was unlocked, and she found herself face-to-face with Sam. She wrapped the towel, wet as it still was, more tightly around her.

"Come on," he snapped to her. "I got some food for you."

She followed him out of the room and down the small flight of steps to the main floor. He led her into the kitchen, and there, at the table, she saw a steaming bowl of soup, some crackers, and a glass of milk.

"Ain't got no meat, Sam told her. "But this oughtta do. We should be finished today."

"You're going to kill me, aren't you," she said, resigned.

"Kill you?" he laughed. "Lady, d'you think we'd have gone through all this trouble if we were intent on killing you. Shit no! Cameron explained that last night. You're being groomed to screw for the really big bosses and anyone else the want you for. You behave right, and when the time comes, you'll be able to write your own ticket. These guys are smart. They have themselves of light hookers, but for the really heavy stuff, they need a woman who doesn't look or act like a hooker. For the last fifteen years they used Caroline Conners, and then the last guy she made it with, flipped over her, married her, and took her away from it all, Hell! Caroline was only thirty-six. You, you're twenty. three. Addison'll retire soon, and you'll be working basically for Wentworth. You play your cards right, and when the time comes, you'll find Mr. Right and get married off, too."

As you said," she pointed out, "I don't look like their other talent. Why would they want someone like me?"

"They need a good looking chick who doesn't have whore written all over her. But she has to make the guys she works with think they're doing the seducing, and afterward, she has to make 'em think they're the greatest fuckers in the world. You got the looks, and from what my boys tell me, you got the ability. In fact, you even got another plus. You know all about the workings of the firm. You'll be real useful to Wentworth. You'll see.

"Why didn't they just ask instead of doing it this way?" she wanted to know.

"Hey, would you have agreed if they'd asked?"

"No." she admitted.

"See. They gotta put you in a position where you ain't got no choice. The working over my boys gave you last night probably the worst thing that'll ever happen to you. From now on, it's all easy. You might say I'm the teacher who sees if you're ready to graduate, if you dig my meaning. I've already sent the other guys home. You'n'me are the only two left here. You eat, relax for a while. Then we'll get down to it."

"Do you do this often?" Livia asked.

"Oh I break in everyone who works for Addison and Wentworth, even all the light stuff. Keeps me busy, and what's more, I get paid for it. Don't worry, lady, you'll find me real easy compared to the others. But when I'm through with you, there won't be a guy you can't handle."

They were alone in the master bedroom now, a good two hours after Livia had finished eating. He motioned for her to throw away the towel she had kept wrapped around herself, and she knew better than to disobey. She shucked it, revealing her delightful torso to the man. He licked his lips as he realized she had one helluva body. No, it wasn't one of those matchstick-model types who might break if handled wrong. Hell, no! It was a good body, a firm body, a full body. Her belly was slightly rounded and not window-pane-fiat, which he liked. Her ass had a delightful fullness to it. Her breasts were full, but stood up, and in spite of the black-and-blues, all of which would go away in a day or two, she looked absolutely wholesome. She was the kind of woman good for twenty years of continuous seduction.

Sam eyed her hungrily. He had purposely kept himself waiting for this moment. Her shoulders were so smooth and round, and her dark-brown hair, up and out of the way, gave him an opportunity to appreciate the fine lines of her neck, not too thick, not too slender. Those superb breasts really stood up in spite of their immense size, their nipples like eyes, staring right back at him. The skin tone of her mammeries were almost ivory laced with azure, tipped with bits of almond-like tan. Her midriss was firm, and if not pinched in, it was still in no way a thick waist. The slightly rounded surface of her belly was beautified with a winking navel. Below that luscious tummy was the brown-fringed, sparse-haired beaver, soaking and succulent to any man's eyes. By now, Livia began to realize she was far more attractive than she had ever believed. She was a regal queen bee, and right now the queen was in need of a drone's scepter—right up her royal box.

Sam walked to the far end of the room and pulled back a curtain, and Livia suddenly realized she was in what looked like a medieval torture chamber. She saw a stretching rack, a bed of nails that was on a swivel, presently at a forty-five degree angle.

"Y-you're going to torture me," she gasped.

"You behave yourself," Sam told her, "and you'll find everything, including the pain, will be exquisite. You fight me, and all you'll feel is the agony. Y'see, Addison and Wentworth can be sadists, and the love dealing pain. As their steady fuck, you gotta learn to take it, and more, to like it. There'll come a time when you ain't gonna like sex unless at least a little pain is dealt out with it."

"Oh my God!" Livia gasped.

"Take it easy," Sam smiled. "It's something I'll teach you to love. Look at it this way. You ain't got no choice when it comes to this, honey. Either way, you're gonna feel a little agony. The question is, are you gonna feel nothing but pure pain, or are you gonna feel pleasure from it? Make up your mind that it's something that has to be face. The spikes are blunted just enough to keep from cuttin' into your skin. They're made of hard rubber, and they'll even yield a little. Oh you'll feel them prick the flesh, and there'll be stinging sensations, but like I said, you'll learn to love it all. You'll find I'm a pussycat compared to the way the bosses'll treat you. I'm gonna try to keep from causing you excess pain, but face it, pain is something you're gonna have to learn to live with."

"I'm afraid," Livia muttered. "I don't like the idea of pain."

"Like it or not, get used to it, honey."

"Oh God! Why me?"

"I'm gonna try doing this nice, the first time," Sam told her. "You behave nice, I'll treat you nice. You behave nasty, I'll treat you not so nice. Now you undress me," he ordered. "You try kicking, biting, scratching, hitting, or hurting me in any delicate areas, and I got permission to beat the crap outta you."

Livia had more sense than to even contemplate hurting the man. Even if everything was a lie, even if he intended killing her after all this was over, there was no reason to stiffer unduly. Still, she did have a sense of pride, and so said, "Do you rape all women with whom you come into contact, Mr ... "

"Just the ones who get cute," he shrugged. "From now on you call me Sam. You pass this test, and in the future, I'll also probably be working for you."

She walked over to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands, as if of their own volition, lightly raked their nails across his bare chest as she stripped the shirt from him. She also touched his shoulders, pleased that he had taken a bath or shower himself, and smelled so clean. As a result, arousal began hurriedly coursing its way through her. Forrest Cameron and this man's four goons had used her in every way, but they had touched off something inside her that made it all but impossible for her to feel anything other than arousal. She knelt, removing first his shoes and socks, then his pants, folding the latter on a hanger and putting them into a closet. Then she knelt and pulled off his undershorts. His aching cock jacknifed out like a spring-loaded switchblade, and as she breathed on it, she saw it shudder and realized that even if she was this man's captive, his cock was her captive.

He picked Livia up in his arms, his slenderness belying his strength. Her arms automatically went around his neck. She was by no stretch of the imagination light, and yet he carried her as if she were a kewpie doll. She even managed a smile at him as he carried her to the bed, wondering why she was doing so. Then she very slowly put her lips on his without being coaxed, letting her tongue run into his mouth. Each was able to taste the soup the other had eaten. It only served to heighten their desire for one another. They lay down the bed together, he, still cradling the woman in his arms as she kissed him more heatedly now. Her tongue lunged as far into his throat as was humanly possible, and he sucked on it.

Sam slowly allowed his body to relax, even if his mind had to remain alert. Obviously his boys had done a pretty good job on her. She was obviously a woman who, by now, pretty much knew what she had to do. She was smart and knew the best thing was to do as he wanted, and make everything really good for him. Well he was going to put her through a few wringers, and if she measured up, the bosses would be happy enough to pay him a big bonus as they always did.

For the moment, Livia was all hopped up on kissing. Her mouth seemed stuck to Sam's. The tip of her tongue was running along the roof of his mouth, trying hard to find any erogenous areas there. He lay back on the bed, enjoying the tantalization of her seeking tongue, thinking about possible moves he would make if she ceased suddenly being the aggressor. He didn't feel any real threat to his masculinity with her taking the initiative. This, after all, was what he had been hired to do, and Sam knew he was one of the best studs around. She was grinding her body against Sam's, and he was able to feel her wet vaginal pelt rubbing against his lower belly, leaving smears of heavy lubricity there.

Sam had to admit he had never encountered a woman who took to being raped as easily as this one. He was wondering if she was serious, or if she was putting on some kind of act, still hoping to get away. Only time would tell.

Sam was a diabetic. Early in this youth he had discovered the need for insulin, but even worse, he had discovered the blood vessels in his body often constricted, restricting the flow of blood. This was especially true in his cock's arteries. As a result, he had undergone a simple operation, in which a small, rigid prong of plastic had been inserted into his penis, giving him a perennial erection. Thus, even after shooting his heavy loads of sperm, he was able to maintain an erection of sorts. It wasn't as large, nor was it as thick as it would be prior to his shooting his sperm. But it would always be long enough and thick enough to bury itself in a woman and continually give her total and complete satisfaction. He would be able to keep his cock in her after coming, pumping away no matter how tired. Oh he'd move it around, putting it in one hole, then another. But at the present time her tongue in his mouth was setting him afire with desire.

When Livia's hands went to the man's groin, he flinched for a moment, purely a reflexive action, afraid for a moment she might actually try hitting him there. But no, the lovely woman's hands were soft and caressing, running over his heatedly rampant phallic prong. Her fingers gently • manipulated the royal-purple head of the stretched organ, and he felt his body beginning to shudder.

Her full hand began running over the entire length of his heated penis, and Livia, who had been surprised to see it medium-sized and hard before, saw it swell even more now as some blood did manage to course its way into his penis, thickening the organ even more, making it longer and larger than Forrest Cameron's—at least for the moment. Her fingers closed gently around the pulsing prong, slowly gripping it more and more tightly, as if the organ was being charged with electricity that would make it grow even more. Her hand continued to squeeze his palpitating penis, then released it and caressed it on both sides, making it swing one way, then another.

The man's entire inner being was shuddering from the delectable way she was continually playing with his burning poker while her tongue never once stopped moving through his mouth as if it, the tongue, was a cock, and she was actually fucking his mouth. He squirmed and writhed, actually feeling Livia smile while she continued kissing him.

Smile, huh! He thought, aware she was becoming increasingly knowledgeable concerning the power she was capable of wielding over any man. Well let's see you smile with my cock in your mouth!

Gripping her by her short, brown hair, the man pulled his mouth from hers. Livia looked at him with questioning amusement.

"Okay, honey," he told her. "You've had your fun. Now you're gonna start sucking on the old whangeroo, and you're gonna do it until I tell you to stop. Baby, that mouth of yours had better be damned good!"

Livia was unable to help herself, she had no control, and all she was able to do was smile even more as, for an instant, her fingers tightened even more on the throbbing phallus. Then she began moving slowly, so slowly Sam was tempted to rush her. She began kissing her way down his body, doing things to him no one had done to her, coming by all this as if instinctively.

Her flicking tongue trailed its way across his chest, stopping to lick at each of his masculine nipples first, sending more fiery pinpricks of wanton pleasure traveling uncontrollably through him before her mouth continued down to his belly. Her tongue dipped into his navel, licking it out thoroughly before proceeding lower, across the rest of her shuddering body. Then her tongue was licking a wide swath through the forest of dark curls on his venereal mount, stopping only to nibble around the base of his pulsing shaft, making the organ vibrate like a tuning fork gone out of control.

Slowly now, very slowly, her lapping tongue began spiraling upward along the underside, then the topside of the fleshy tower until it reached the wide-flaring corona, then ran around the tender rim of the sensitive helmet, causing it to expand even more, driving the man to want to grab her by the hair with both hands and cram her mouth straight down the massive length of throbbing cock. Jesus! Diabetes and all, the arteries in his cock were wide open for a change, and as a result his cock was bigger, longer, thicker, and heavier than it had ever been before in his life.

Sam realized this was a woman who, in a very short time, had gone from total novice, to expert fellatrice. Christ! She was able to lick up a storm, and only the previous night she had never so much as had a cock anywhere near her mouth. She was putting all the other women he had broken in to shame.

Gripping the throbbingly hot staff of his raging cock tightly in her clamped fist, she slipped the entire head into her sucking mouth, her face bobbing wildly up and down as she sucked on it, pulling on the flesh until he was afraid she might pull it right off the rest of the cock. Her continually teasing tongue licked all the way around the penis as her lips pulled and she was in such a state of heat he almost ripped his own hair from his head.

Having completely sucked on the violet- tipped knob, she began sucking very slowly while puffing more of the meaty organ between her hungering lips. She felt the spongy cap of his cock slide along her palate until she had almost half the organ inside. The sensation was so arousingly wild, Sam felt an urge to simply jam the rest of his cock inside. What the hell! If he wanted to do it, he damned well was going to do it.

Sam placed his hands on the back of Livia's lovely head and rammed his cock all the way into her gullet, feeling her unprepared esophagus clamp around the throbbing pole as she choked and gagged. The head of his cock was crammed so far into her gullet, she was unable to move for a moment as her pharynx simply opened and closed around it, stimulating it that much more. She was gagging, yet refused to pull it from her squeezing gullet.

Sam stared with wide-eyed amazement as it suddenly dawned on him that Livia had the full length of his cock in her throat and mouth. He had such a long schlong, no woman had ever been able to ingest so much of it, before. This was incredible. Her crazy tongue was swirling all over the pistoning penis, and saliva from her mouth, unable to be swallowed fell in heavy dribbles on his pelvis. His rampant cock had stopped up every last little bit of her oral cavity. She was forced to breathe solely through her nose.

Sam waited a minute, allowing Livia's throat to expand and accustom itself to being filled by his roast meat, and then the man began pulling his hips down, then hurling them up. He began fucking the swollen organ deeper and deeper into her tightly squeezing mouth. But even with the penis all the way inside, rubbing against the tender clenching interior of her gut, she made no sound. The coughing had stopped, as had the choking. Her head began moving up and down in a wild, jackhammering rhythmic beat, and he began attuning his ass movements to the same beat. When he occasionally slowed the beat or speeded it up as if trying to confuse Livia, she adjusted with hi.

His hot, pulsating cock was the recipient of a series of burning, aching thrills only two other men had ever known—though the last one, Joel, had never been one to really appreciate anything worthwhile. Sam had discovered that every really good fellatrice eventually developed a style all her own, so that blindfolded, he would have been able to tell which of the many artistic women who had been trained by him was blowing him then. Despite the so called simplicity of cocksucking, each mouth had its own way of doing things. Oh Yeah! Sam had enjoyed more than his share of women going down on him in his time, but none of them, not a single one of them was able to hold a candle to this woman's oral abilities. The very difference between her and all those other women made this a unique blowjob.

He would have lain there the rest of the afternoon with his solid organ buried all the way in her tight mouth, but Livia had decided that much as she enjoyed oral orgasms, the time had come for her to get something positive out of all this. So even though she knew he didn't like the idea, she slowly lifted her sucking mouth until she had pulled it off the shuddering penis. Her mouth was free from the stretching his cock had given it.

She flung herself on top of him, pressing the tightness of her firm body solidly against his, rubbing her dark-brown, sparse thatch against the man's hot, aching horn. Her legs spread themselves wide but Sam was ready for her. He toppled her from his body, leaped to his feet, then gripping her by her brown hair, he dragged her over to the bed of nails. She screamed her protests, terrified at that moment, even though flames of desire continued firing their way through her shuddering body. There was a small ledge at the bottom of the table as Sam tipped it until it was vertical. He made her stand on it as he bound her to said table. She felt the hard rubber spikes digging into the soft flesh of her back, and she knew if she allowed her weight to fall fully against the spikes, they would pierce her flesh as surely as if they were made of metal. Clamps around her wrists, and now- widespread ankles held her against the vertical table, and then Sam slowly tilted the table back, just a little, forcing her weight slightly against the hard spikes until she thought they would push into her pores like a cock ramming itself into a cunt.

"From here on in," Sam told her, "I'm gonna talk to you like you're gonna be spoke to by the bosses. It ain't me talking, but you gotta get used to hearing and feeling everything. So you just shut up and do like your told, dig?"

"But why?" she gasped.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" Sam snapped, and walking to the wall, he took down something with a wooden handle that looked like an old-fashioned pigskin bladder. It was filled with air, but nevertheless, when he batted her across the face with it, it hurt. Damn, it hurt a lot. He broke no skin, and didn't even break the small capillaries under her skin to cause additional black-and-blue marks, but it hurt, nevertheless, especially since he was hitting her in the face. The impact caused her head to snap from side to side, and the inside of her mouth cut against her teeth, making her taste blood.

Sam took the bladder-bat back to the wall, then took down an enema bag. He stepped out of the room for a moment, and Livia heard water running. When he returned, the mouth of the bag was wet, and the bag was bloated.

"Now," Sam told her, "you're gonna start learning to control your body, no matter what happens. You let this water go, and I'll turn the rack horizontal, and let those spikes do a job on you."

He tilted the bed of nails so that her head was forward, and she realized that although she felt nails against her back, there were no nails digging into her buttocks. Now she knew why. The space behind her buttocks was just a big hole, with spikes still against her lower thighs and calves.

The nozzle was not lubricated in any way, yet Sam, now behind her, cruelly forced it into her narrow anus. The helpless woman cried out as she felt the plastic bone spreading her rectal walls apart. She stiffened as she felt freezing water suddenly being emptied little by little into her large intestine. It flooded through her, into her small intestine, as well, slowly but surely bloating her. Her belly began doing flip-flops as she felt the discomfort, and when he yanked the bone out, she was fearful she was going to let the icy water out all over the floor. But before she had a chance to do so, Sam was ramming a rubber plug into her anus all but hammering it in to make certain it would stay, and she felt agony as her belly seemingly continued to swell. Her belly grumbled as the frigid water burbled around in her interior, and her cunt ached, longing to be fucked. Sucking Sam's cock had aroused her intolerably, and she was dying for an orgasm. The bed of nails to which she was clamped was tilted backward a little, and as a result, she felt the pressure of the hard-rubber nails cutting into her flesh. This heightened her misery that much more, yet underneath it all was the enthralling feeling Sam had promised. For some reason, ridiculous as it sounded, Livia was almost enjoying this pain.

She felt a strong sense of inadequacy, certain if the man was telling the truth about her bosses wanting to torture her, she would not be up to this for any length of time. She was sweating heavily, the perspiration making her body slick, her aching belly felt cramped beyond belief because of the cold water, and each time a cramp shot through her, the helpless woman stiffened. Perspiration dripped into her eyes, stinging her, and as time passed, she realized Sam was in no hurry. Minutes seemed like hours, as though the man had excused himself in the beginning, it was obvious he was enjoying himself.

Sam took the bladder-bat from the wall again, and this time he proceeded to bit her stomach with it, making her cry out in agony.

"Shut up!" he snapped. "Each time you yell, that'll be two added swats you'll get in addition to the initial ten."

Livia clenched her teeth and forced herself to remain silent and endure the remaining wallops, though the pressure on her body was almost totally unendurable. Finally Sam stopped, hung the bladder-bat back on the wall, then abruptly turned and walked out of the room.

She lay there, against the hard-rubber spikes for a long, long time, groaning, V swollen, in pain. When Sam finally did V return, she asked how long she had been there, and he replied by smacking her face. Once again he grabbed the bladder-bat and approached, and Livia's eyes widened V in horror. The pain was too much.

"Gggghhhuuunggghhh!" she gasped, as he brought it down on her swollen belly very hard, this time. Her belly rumbled, and her sphincter muscles strained to control themselves because of V the enormous pressure.

Over and over the dark man repeatedly walloped her swollen belly until the outer flesh was a brilliant carmine. The power with which he beat her made her feel as if her innards would burst at any moment, the stinging pressure unbearable. Shooting waves of pain coursed uncontrollably through her quaking body, piercing her flesh and her brain until thought became utterly impossible. Sensation was all that remained, and oddly enough, it was pleasurable.

It was at this point Livia found her longed-for rapture. She sighed as the lips of her taut vagina swelled, and though her legs had been spreadeagled on the spiked bed, she felt a down rush of orgasm overwhelm her, though she would never be able to understand just why she was capable of coming this way.

The soft, mucous-lined walls of her tantalizing vagina closed in on themselves. Pleasurable impact reverberated through her shuddering body again and again.

The helpless woman shut her eyes and gave herself up to the sheer, sensual ecstatic thrills of being beaten and tortured. For some reason, the cramps in her swollen belly added to this strange carnal ecstasy — a rapture beyond any rational restraint.

"That's enough for today," Sam told her, and he unfettered her, allowing her to hurry to the nearby bathroom, where she pulled the rubber plug from her anus, and the relief of clearing her colon in the bathroom bowl enhanced her orgasm that much more. Her body jerked convulsively until she was totally empty.