Chapter 7
Linda found it increasingly difficult to maintain the illusion of loyalty and affection with Sheila. After several private meetings with Sam Andriola, she felt a traitor. The man ruthlessly extracted information from her, regardless of the torment he aroused in doing so. He cared little for Linda's heartstrings. His thirst for intimate detail was greater than Linda's emotional welfare. He was unquestionably a villain.
She rushed from the fitness room, unable to cope with the extent of her betrayal. Looking Sheila square in the eye gnawed at her conscience. Participating jointly in entrancing someone lacked its former excitement. Linda could not concentrate while cognizant that she would ultimately report the episode to Sam. He insisted on being told everything. No item escaped his awareness.
Linda declined Sheila's current proposal-captivating the handsome blond stud in the fitness room-and took her leave. Distancing herself from Sheila meant not having anything specific to recount for Sam. He compelled her to describe Sheila's habits-from her routine schedule, the places she frequented, to the people with whom she shared a rapport or those she hypnotized and plundered. Sam was kept apprised of every resident who was held victim to Sheila's diamond pendant. He had, upon occasion, jotted down the names of those she mentally overpowered.
Linda reasoned that if she were absent, some of those accounts would elude her, and, therefore, be omitted from her narrative to Sam. She wouldn't be lying to him. She simply wouldn't have familiarity of them.
By maintaining her veil of silence, she risked alienating Sheila. Principally, Linda did not wish to offend her half-sister, but for her own protection, she edited her disposition so that not even a hint of reassurance could be found. Sam forbade her to divulge his mastery of her will, but he failed to restrict her from being unsociable. When answering his battery of questions, he failed to probe into her motivation. He selfishly wanted news-not whether Linda deliberately avoided an encounter.
Linda prayed he would tire of the unexciting material he culled and eventually release her from his ranks. She counted on his boredom to save her from further humiliation.
Just as she passed the emergency exit en route to the condo, the door suddenly swung open. Sam bolted in front of her, obstructing her path.
"Why aren't you with your half-sister?" he snarled. "You left her in the fitness room."
Linda swallowed roughly. "I wasn't in the mood for exercise. I thought I might go shopping this afternoon."
"And leave Sheila to operate alone? Is that what you've been doing?"
She had underestimated Sam's perception. The man was no fool. He obviously saw through her plan. He deprived her of the ability to invent falsehoods. He compelled her to respond to his questions accurately.
"Yes," she quietly agreed.
Sam's features turned ugly. "You were told once before, I won't abide insolence."
She trembled. "Please, Sam-release me from your commission. It hurts me to deceive Sheila."
"Your petty conscience is unimportant to me. You will serve me as I prescribe. After foiling my plans in the past, I intend to make you suffer." He seized her wrist and physically dragged her to the emergency exit. "I ought to punish you for your disrespectfulness."
Her strength was no match for Sam's. He easily hauled her through the door and up the stairwell. He could have simply commanded her to follow, but by infuriating him, she was to be towed. They were headed for his condo, where he would enact some brutal form of retaliation.
"No, Sam," she pleaded. "Don't harm me."
"Physical discipline is not my intention," he muttered. "You'll receive stronger medicine."
He hurled her through his door. Linda flew across the room and onto the sofa. Sam strode to her, venting a sneer. She expected him to slap her, yet he never raised a hand. Instead, he reached into his jeans pocket and withdrew his gold St. Christopher's medal. Calmly, he slipped it around his neck. Shimmering on his colored T-shirt, it commanded her gaze.
"Look upon it," he ordered. "Surrender to its radiance, bitch."
Linda shook her head in misery. "Don't, Sam-I beg of you."
"Don't oppose my authority," he rumbled. "You've been stripped of determination."
The refracting light of the medallion intensified. Linda descended into that realm in which she possessed no will power. The chains Sam fashioned about her rattled. Helplessly, she submitted.
The corners of Sam's mouth tugged as he witnessed her mesmerization. Linda's pupils dilated, her facial cast transformed to stone. Yes, she yielded her soul. He took pleasure in enslaving her.
"You've been a naughty girl, Linda," he gently rebuked. "Your lack of cooperation has been duly noted. I suppose I am partially to blame. I should have been more thorough in my instructions. My sloppiness led to your insubordination. Naturally, I will correct my mistake." He took a deep breath before speaking to her subconscious, and chose his words wisely. "You will make it your business to trail your sister and not leave her side unless you are to keep an appointment with me. There will be no exceptions to this rule. Is that understood?"
She mechanically nodded.
That impotent mien was far more satisfying than a severe beating. Sam savored power. As her puppeteer, he enjoyed pulling those strings to his satisfaction.
He awakened her with a kiss. His tongue traced the bottom rim of her sensual lips.
Linda's eyelids fluttered as she regained her alertness. Vaguely aware of the sour feeling in the pit of her stomach, she rapidly felt it travel to that molten region in her loins. That invariable horniness gripped her. No matter how she tried to repel it, the craving for sex consumed her. "Sam," she whined, experiencing that hot quiver. "Please, Sam. Ohhhh."
Sam recognized Linda's affliction. "No," he smugly eluded her grasp. "I don't want you, bitch. Your handiwork is all I wish to obtain. Crawl to one of those studs on the sundeck and have him service you. Recruit a phalanx of them, if you must, but don't bother me."
Linda could not reconcile herself to that end. She seriously needed Sam. The flames in her pussy would not wane. He had turned her into a sex addict-a restless nympho. "You've got to fuck me."
"I don't have to do shit, babe," he reminded her. "Pleasing you is not one of my responsibilities." Glancing down at the heft of his cock, he fixed her with a fiendish smile while stroking it. "I'm saving myself for your half-sister. She's getting it-not you."
Oblivious to his renunciation, she tore her leotard and tights from her riled flesh. Her pussy screamed for cock. A storm raged through her body for which there was no refuge, no cure other than Sam's well-hung member. "You can't leave me like this. You're liable for putting me through this hell. You've got to fuck me."
He merely laughed at her frenzied demands.
She caught him by the buns and rubbed her face against his crotch. Her nose, cheeks and chin pressed into his flaccid equipment. "Don't you dare deny me this," she whimpered. "Please, Sam. I'll do anything you want anything, if you give me your beautiful cock."
Linda's hysteria amused Sam. He had unleashed a turbulent urge in that dark-haired enchantress. Linda was not physically unattractive; he thought her sexy. His captivation with Sheila, however, was far more urgent. Sheila's allure outweighed Linda's. He reserved his lust for her voluptuous half-sister.
Linda interpreted Sam's lengthening silence as a victory. Without hesitation, she unzipped his pants. Although his dick remained inert, her determination flared. She seized it with her lips after tugging down his briefs and commenced with her arsenal of tricks.
Sam refrained from delving into his library of erotic images to assist her. If Linda insisted upon erecting him, her unique skills would have to provide that success. He watched that mouth caress his mass of lifeless flesh. Bubbly saliva dripped from its top. Anchoring his hands to his hips, he assumed a defiant stance.
"Can you make it big?" he muttered.
Linda's eyes flashed. "Not only big, but hard enough to fuck."
The commotion of those lips began to inspire him. He twitched from their moist stroke. Her tongue accentuated her exhilarating pucker. A tingling shower permeated his groin. His cock started to inch. Its development was not rapid. Sam resolved to let her oral mastery propel his desire.
"You really can't help sucking that dick, can you?" he taunted. "You've lost control of your appetite." Those wet lips enclosed him. His head veered back as he clenched his teeth. She made him larger with each successive sweep. He basked in her hot vacuum.
"Mmmmmmm," Sheila panted, spurring his growth. She framed his crotch, weaving her fingers into his dark pubes. Her thumbs offered his balls luscious rotation. "Mmmmmm." Her hum reaped positive results. Sam began filling her cock-loving mouth. She latched onto his unfurling length, urging him to swell by degrees. Her serpentine tongue cajoled its throbbing span.
As before, Sam discarded his prejudice and submitted to that hungry gullet. His ten inches protruded from her sucking lips. He cupped the back of her head and fed himself into that quivering ring. "Yeah. Suck it. Blow me." He lowered his cock into her throat. That embraceable warmth made him shake. He smashed himself to her face, letting his balls rest on her chin. Linda managed to fully encase him. "Ahhhhhh. Oh, yeah. Suck it."
Linda took time in rendering him pleasure. Although she despised him, her lust was another matter. Sam set her on fire. As he'd pinpointed earlier, she couldn't resist him. He raised her libido. He took ownership of her sexual longing. She was brought to the irrefutable conclusion that her desire revolved around him. Disputing that judgment was a vain pursuit.
Loudly, she gulped that big cock. Linda made noise when sucking it. The blow job she gave was ostentatious by design. She wanted to secure Sam's enthusiasm rather than go through the humiliation of begging. When she finished, he would covet her hot, sucking lips.
That warm, jittery feeling between her legs heightened. She yearned for his giant, thrusting cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. She ached for him to inhabit that bothersome void in her volcanic center.
Fondling those muscular buns, she drew them to her so that his dick sank into her throat. Her eyes rolled upward as she submerged him into her heated abyss. Although Sam was of large size, she downed him without incident.
She rubbed the thick, jutting vein of his underside with her bottom lip. His prolonged shudder gratified her.
"Oh yeah," he groaned, trapped in her baking warmth. "Yeah. Suck me. Swallow my cock."
Those soft, caressing lips left him crazed. Sam's fever steadily rose. She mouthed him so sweetly, the urge to cum nearly overtook him. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Linda had a talent for cocksucking. She expertly fashioned her lips about one, coasting luxuriantly from tip to root.
Erupting into that seductive expression was not his goal. He wanted to spend himself in a more desirable location.
Linda was startled when Sam displaced his cock. Strands of spittle linked her to that purplish dome. She sobbed after it left her mouth.
"I'm ready to fuck you," he said.
"Good." She reclined on his sofa and spread her legs. She fully extended her arms. "Put it in me."
He shook his head. "Turn around, bitch. You're going to take it in the ass."
"But-I don't want it that way."
"I do." His expression brooked no nonsense. "Show me your behind. I want to bury my cock in it."
That giant phallus belonged in her cunt, not in her rectum. Linda could not imagine the pain of submerging it., Sam's orders, however, were not debatable.
Sam arranged those ass cheeks for his rear entrance. He sensed Linda's anxiety over his backdoor delivery, yet stood his ground. He received the impression she wasn't opposed to butt-fucking. Her apprehension stemmed from his size.
Although Sam had succeeded to the ranks of a miscreant, he wasn't totally cruel. He swiftly produced a tube of K-Y Jelly. The abundant saliva that dripped from his cock was inadequate in sustaining lubrication. Sam kept them strategically hidden throughout his place. His weakness for plugging the female ass warranted their constant availability.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Linda sobbed upon the introduction of his oiled index finger. He proceeded to grease her anus in expanding swirls. Her lips spread with delight as he applied the gooey substance. Its cool temperature fired her libido. Her appetite for getting rear-ended flourished. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmm."
Sam authoritatively pumped her anus. "I'm going to teach you to like it."
Linda suspected she would. She purred as he reamed her behind. Though that appendage was a fraction of what would venture into her rectum, she predicted an enjoyable round of strokes.
Sam trembled at the sight of those sticky buns. The prospect of feeding his cock into that greased hole brought palpitations. Had Linda declined to offer her butt to him, he would have probably dismissed her. His gratification derived from his partner's willingness to submit. Sam never used force in getting his rocks off; the world was full of zealous females eager to please him.
He withdrew his finger, then ran his cock through his fist. The excess jelly made him slippery. He jerked through his coiled fingers, groaning. After relishing a tight anus, masturbation held no appeal.
Linda's dark mane flipped over her shoulder. Her dark eyes searched for him. "Come on, baby. Slide that hard dick into my ass."
She needn't tell Sam twice. Spreading those butt cheeks apart with his thumbs, he aimed his bulbous knob for that wrinkled opening. Linda's fully exposed crack gave him visual pleasure. He inserted that plump crown into her crease. Linda's sharp exhalation instantly followed.
"God," she loudly uttered. "Ohhhhhh."
"Adjust for it," he mentioned, pushing forward. "Don't get tense. Realize there's more." He sank gradually into her slick crevice. "A lot more." .
"Ohhhhhh." Linda shivered from that indescribable sensation. Sam invaded her rump, advancing toward her bowels. Her initial reaction was to leap from it, but as he journeyed through her anal channel, that impulse vanished.
Sam watched himself disappear into her butt. Her anus expanded to house his wide shaft. By the time his balls kissed her quaking buns, he realized he almost stopped breathing. The constriction was superb. Linda's derriere sheathed him.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Mmmmmmm. I love it." She hugged a pillow to her excited breasts. "Is this your favorite position?"
"Yes. I fuck all my slaves in the ass."
Linda detected, from his remark, that Sheila had undergone a similar experience. Her thoughts became scrambled when he started pumping her. That stiff, probing member governed the workings of her mind. She spread her legs to capacity, then dug her knees into the cushions. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Her anus snagged his thrusting cock. "Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Drive it to the bottom. Ohhhhhhhhh. More. Please, more."
His whacking balls punctuated her cries. His sac pelted the luscious curve of her ass. He sliced into that perfect butt, savoring its pinch. Her zestful sobs negated the need for gentleness. He dove into those greasy cheeks with a groan. Linda readily absorbed him. "Yeah. Take it. Take me whole. Ahhhhhhhh."
Adrenaline surged through her body. Linda could not ignore her excited clit another moment. She blindly sought her starved button, then supplied a gratifying jiggle. Ohhhhh. Juice oozed from her cunt, spilling onto her palm. She rubbed her clit, moaning from the shivering voltage. Her circular movement sparked an electrical stream that curled her toes.
Sam was indifferent to the supplemental pleasure she pursued. His goal was to cream in that cock-gripping butt. If Linda achieved a climax while he was inside her, that was her bonus.
He scooped those buns together and formed a snug enclosure for his big dick. That towering shaft yawned in and out of her tense rim. Hot cum churned in his balls. He fucked her ass-hole intensely, preparing to drench her bowels in jism.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, cramming himself to the hilt. "I'm going to cum so much." Linda neared orgasm. Sam had gotten her so horny, the least action on his part hastened her fulfillment. She finger-fucked herself to distraction. "Do it, baby. I want to feel that creamy splash. Ohhhhhh." She released her love button at the combustible moment. Her entire body was riddled with contractions. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, Sam! Ohhhhhh!"
He barely heard her. His features twisted as he discharged. He squirted his milky fluid into her warm rectum. His rasping cry transcended her screams of fulfillment. "Uggghhhhh. Uggghhhhh."
Linda nearly blacked out from the delicious turmoil. Sam rode her backside, emptying his load into her ass. She felt his cock jerk while emitting its hot goo. He continued thrusting until his supply was extinguished.
She moaned, dazed from orgasm. Again, Sam furnished her tremendous joy. Her body tingled.
"Linda?" A familiar sob rose.
Linda shook the dizzying haze away and concentrated on the source of that voice. As her vision cleared, she realized Sheila was in the room with an attractive blonde. Given her stunned expression, she had witnessed her reeling climax.
"Oh, God," Sheila gasped. The blood drained from her face upon seeing her former master on top of Linda. "Sam-what have you done to her?"
Sam Andriola threw his head back and cackled. "Sheila, you're a sight for sore eyes. I wasn't expecting you so soon. Nevertheless, now that you're here, come give your old boyfriend a kiss."
Linda, numb with shock, buried her face in the pillow.