Chapter 9
The beautiful, dark girl's hair was tied back and flowed in a long mane. It flew behind her as she stood there in the middle of the white room with her legs spread wide, trying to keep her balance. She was not bound to the wall or to a beam, but her hands were tied behind her back.
She seemed to be doing a little dance, some kind of sexy dance to please a lover. But she was in pain. Two spikes had been driven through the girl's nipples and a belt-like thing was around her waist. From that belt, a metal curving strip extended. The jagged teeth in that metal strip were cutting into the girl's pussy. Someone had shaved the dark girl's cunt so that the blood could drip more freely from her snatch.
Eva was repelled by the scene. She could not understand why. After all, she had just played a part in torturing another girl. But this was different for some reason. There seemed to be nothing but lust in that room when Eva entered, no professionalism, nothing but lust and hot breathing and screaming. The girl was doing the screaming.
And, when Eva saw her husband, she knew that the breathing was coming from his sex-filled throat.
Harry Blackstone was standing at the side of the room, leaning against the wall. He was naked and he was beating off. His cock was long and thick in his hand as he stroked the tool and moaned and breathed with his husky sound. He was watching the naked girl who danced in pain so intently that he did not even see his wife standing there. He was too busy stroking his own cock to notice that Eva had opened the door and entered the room.
But the girl noticed. She looked at Eva and screamed for help.
"Please!" she yelled. "Help me! Help me! I am dying!"
Eva just looked at the girl. She was not really interested in that dark girl's pain. She was interested in her husband's cock, in that thick thing that Harry Blackstone was stroking with a feverish hand. She deserved that cock in her, Eva thought, but her husband had not given her the fucking that she had earned with the cruelty that she had shown to Nancy. Her husband had come into this laboratory with this new girl and had decided that he wanted to use his cock all by himself. It was sick! Eva's mind yelled at her that her husband was perverted and sick. He did not want to fuck his wife any longer, not since he had discovered the ecstasy that he felt when he tortured a young girl.
"Bastard," she hissed under her breath. "Worthless bastard."
And then she yelled it.
"Fucking bastard!"
It was then that Harry Blackstone noticed his wife, noticed her anger and her presence in the room. He quickly jerked his hand off his cock and tried to hide his erection, the hard cock that had almost been ready to come when she had interrupted him.
And the girl continued to dance in the middle of the floor and scream in her own agony as Eva stared at her husband with fury.
"I can explain," Harry sputtered.
"You can explain nothing!" Eva yelled.
"Please, help me!" the girl screamed.
And then Eva knew that she would have to help the girl a little bit before she could take the time to handle her husband and his perverse pleasure. She marched across the room naked and loosened the belt that held the metal around the girl's pussy and pulled it away from the dark-haired beauty. When Eva did that, she raked the spikes through the torn flesh of the cunt and the girl screamed and tumbled onto the floor. But then she stopped yelling and lay there, whimpering in pain. That was good enough for Eva. She really did not care about this girl at all. She wanted to confront her husband.
She stormed across the white room and hit her husband in the face with her fist. She did not hit him hard enough to break any bones or even to make his bleed, but Harry felt the pain all right.
He covered his face and cried out in pain and shame.
"I am sorry, Eva."
"Shit!"
"I don't know what."
"Worthless creep!"
"I saw her and I just could not."
"You should have been in there fucking my cunt! I earned it! I beat that girl until she spoke! I beat her until she was bloody and until she said words, real words! But you did not fuck me for what I had done! You just came in here with this tramp and started to torture her and beat off while you watched."
"I know. I am sorry."
But then, her anger spent, Eva realized again that she loved this man. He had a compulsion, a strange, perverted thing drawing him to this kind of action, but he was also her husband and she loved him and respected him for his mind and she wanted to help him in any way that she could. She watched the man shiver with shame and she suddenly felt very, sorry for him.
"Harry," she moaned.
And she put her strong, German arms around him and held her husband close to her breast as he sobbed in his shame and his own personal suffering.
The cock that she had noticed when she had first entered the room, the cock that had been so hard and so manly and so ready to come, had shivered up to nothing. The German wife looked back on the girl who lay there on the floor, whimpering with pain from the ordeal that she had gone through. That girl was still tied and still bleeding, but Eva could not worry about her at that moment. She had to worry about her husband, about the man who could not help himself when he was around girls who were sexy and tortured and racked with pain.
Eva fell on her knees and lifted the cock and slipped it into her full, German lips. As she started to suck, she heard the whimpering of the bloody girl behind her and it gave the woman an idea, an idea about how she would be able to make her husband manly and sexy again, about how she would be able to get his cock hard again.
She took her mouth off the cock long enough to say, "Tell me about her, Harry. Tell me what you know about this girl."
Then she started to suck on that prick again as her husband began to tell Eva about the girl who lay there, whimpering on the floor.
"She ran away from home when she was sixteen. She is twenty now and she has been a hooker and a thief and a mugger. She used to work with a big, black guy who would beat up her men when she would lure them to a seedy motel room for a good time. They would think that they were going to get the chance to fuck her, but they got rolled instead. She has been in and out of jail for the past four years and nothing, it seems, has been able to change her.
That is why they sent her to me, of course. They figured that she was ripe for my therapy.
Eva sucked on the cock and felt it grow large and full in her soft mouth, but she took the mouth off the, prick long enough to ask her husband one question. "Sherri!" the girl on the floor yelled in answer to the giant woman's question. "My name is Sherri, damn it!"
Eva heard the girl but she did not turn around, did not act as if she took any notice of the dark beauty on the floor at all. She knew that this Sherri was in pain, but she also knew that she and her husband were in pain too, this vague kind of pain that they could not define. Tonight, Eva decided, they would define it. They would define and get rid of it. But first she had to suck on Harry's cock and make him come. If he came with her just one more time, she would be able to control him and make him feel like she belonged to him and he belonged to her once again.
She put her mouth back on the man's prick and sucked on it as he answered her question, as if the girl on the floor had not screamed out at all.
"Her name is Sherri," he said softly. "Oh, that is good, Eva. Suck it some more."
The giant woman pressed her face back to her husband's body and took all of his cock
I into her. He moved his hips away from the I wall and pressed his loins next to her face. He was fucking her mouth, Eva suddenly thought, and she liked that. If he would fuck her mouth, he would also fuck her pussy and make her his wife, pure and simple again. Then they would both be able to relieve themselves of this vague pain and desire that neither of them could really understand any longer.
Moving back and forth on the cock, feeling her husband's prick fill up her mouth time and again, the woman felt Harry's body jerk and listened to the whimpering and the crying that Sherri made in the middle of the floor. In a strange way, the sighs and whimpers and occasional screams of the tortured girl were like music to the woman's ears. She began to j suck in rhythm with that music, to move her head back and forth as the girl gasped and cried out on the floor. "Please, help me! I am in pain! My name is j Sherri, god damn it, and I do not deserve this! No one deserves such pain, you fuckers!"
But Eva knew that the girl was wrong. She did deserve such pain and she would learn from this pain. She would learn how to rid herself of the vague pain that was in her. When Eva thought of that, remembered her husband's theories, she suddenly thought too that this girl, this female who writhed on the floor in anguish, was so lucky, much luckier than either Eva or Harry was. For she would be rid of her pain in just a few sessions. The big, German woman doubted that she and her husband would ever be totally rid of their pain.
But they might be, Eva thought as she sucked. They might be rid of it if only they could get the pain outside and feel it escape their souls.
When she had that thought, Eva felt Harry's hands on her head and she felt him pushed her face toward his body again. She knew that his prick was hard and trembling in her mouth and throat and she knew that Harry was about to come.
She would take that come in her mouth, willingly and yearningly take it. She opened her throat wide and then she heard Harry speak to her in a way that he had not spoken to her for months.
"Take this come, Eva. I love the way you suck. Thank you, Eva. You are the best wife that a man could ever have."
And she took his come willingly down her hot, wifely throat.
Harry hunched against her face and fucked her with a few bold strokes before he came. Then he just held her to him with his strong hands and she felt the semen shooting down into her, shooting down into the deepest, best part of her giant body. She loved him then, and she knew that they were on their way to recovery, that they would soon be able to be a real husband and a real wife, the kind of couple that other couples admire and want to emulate.
They had once been that kind of couple, and now, Eva thought, as she sucked the semen down into her body and let Harry shot into her with feverish wads, now they would be that kind of couple again.
It was more than any woman could really ask for, the wife thought, more than she had ever expected in her life.
She took her mouth off the cock and let the last bits of come bubble up to her lips and she looked up at the man with the patch over one eye and smiled at him.
When Eva Blackstone saw her husband smile down on her, she knew that she had done everything right, that she had pleased him in a special way.
Then she stood up. When she did that, she again towered over him and Harry Blackstone put his arms around his giant wife and pressed his face into her big tits.
The woman let her husband hold her like that and then she turned toward the girl who still lay on the floor.
Harry went with her, turning with her, but he kept his face on her tits and did not look at the girl who had suffered so much that night and would suffer even more before this morning was over. Eva had determined that. She would help her husband master this girl and again prove to Harry that she had warmth and goodness in her body, again prove that she would be a good assistant to him, a good wife.
She looked at the girl who stared up from the floor with so much fury in her eyes that she seemed to burn Eva with her stare.
"You mangy fuckers!" Sherri said. "You worthless perverts. You have hurt me and I will never be the same again!"
"That is correct," Eva said softly. "You will never be the same again. You will be a better woman, a more productive member of society when we are through with you."
When Harry heard those words from his wife, he looked up at her, pulling away from her and yet holding onto her at the same time.
"Do you mean that you will help me with Sherri?" he asked, almost like a little boy who was seeking help with some class project that completely baffled him.
"Yes," Eva said to her husband, "I will help you with Sherri."
Then the psychologist turned around and looked at the girl who lay there on the floor.
He studied her as she moved in anguish. She moved silently, just gasping from time to time when the pain got to be too much for her.
She had given up with her screams and her curses. She had, in a way, accepted her fate. Eva saw that and understood that that was just the way that she should be if they were going to be able to help her.
"What do you think we should do?" Harry asked his wife.
"I am not sure," Eva said.
Then she walked toward the girl who moved there on the floor and she knelt beside the pain-wracked female and smiled at her.
"Why did you run away from home?" she asked.
Sherri stopped moving and just looked at the big, naked woman who spoke to her so softly in a German accent. She wondered if that woman was crazy, as crazy as her husband was. Couldn't she see that Sherri was in pain, that Sherri was being tortured with these spikes through her nipples and this metal claw in her cunt? Couldn't she see that?
Obviously not, the girl thought as she sighed with the pain. It had been with her for so long by now that she had grown slightly used to the pain, enough so that she did not feel the sharp flashes of terrible fire in her brain any longer. She just felt the numbing part of the pain, the numbing that invaded her brain and stayed there like some kind of thing that considered itself one of Sherri's old friends.
And now this woman wanted to interview her, wanted to ask her questions about her home life when she was feeling such a numbing, terrible thing that was almost making Sherri pass out with its fever.
"Why did you leave home?" the German woman asked again.
"Because I wanted to," Sherri sighed. Then she flinched as a new kind of pain invaded her head, the kind of pain that told her that she giving in too much, that she was letting the pain take too much out of her. She wanted to fight the pain and this German woman who was as crazy as the man who had treated her in this fashion, but she could not fight anything. She was too weak to fight, too weak to take on anything that was this much stronger than she herself was. "Why did you want to leave home?" Eva asked softly.
"Because my mother was a drunk and my father used to beat both of us all the time."
The girl told the woman the truth, before she even realized what was happening. The truth, the ultimate truth of her life, just seemed to burst out of her. And then something else happened that shocked Sherri. She started to cry, to weep.
She had fought back the tears in her pain and in her torture. She had not allowed herself to cry in front of the man with the patch over his eye. She would not give that man that kind of satisfaction. But now she cried with more sorrow than she had ever felt before. She cried because she had revealed truth about herself, truth that hurt her more than the torture that they had put her through had hurt her.
When the girl started to cry, Eva knew that she had hit the core of the pain. She reached out and lifted the girl's head so that Sherri was looking at her, staring at her through tear-filled eyes.
"Tell me more," she said in her German accent. "Tell me about your father who beat you and your mother. How did you feel about him when he did that?"
"I felt-I felt-" Sherri stammered. And then she paused for a moment. She had never really considered how she felt when her father beat her and her mother, but, now that the woman had asked that question, Sherri tried to figure out those emotions from her past. She tried to understand herself in a way that she had never tried to understand herself before. She yearned to find the secret to her life, and she sensed that that secret lay in the way that she felt about those beatings.
Then, again, the truth came out before the girl even realized what the truth really was.
"I felt that, at least, he loved me. At least, he touched me. My mother was always drunk and she did not seem to feel anything when he beat her at all. She never felt anything for me either. I do not remember being touched at all. Is that bad? Not remembering being touched except for those times when my father beat me? Is that really bad? Is that the secret?"
And the dark-haired, young beauty was surprised to discover that she felt better already, now that she had figured this out. She did not even seem to feel the pain in her bleeding cunt and her pierced tits any longer. She only felt the need to find out if what she had felt was bad, if that was the deep secret of her life.
"Sherri," the woman said, standing up so that the girl had to twist her head back to look up at the giant, "we can truly help you now, if you want to be helped."
"Yes," Sherri moaned, "please, help me."
Eva looked back at her husband and explained her analysis of the problem, Sherri's problem, to the man with the patch over his eye.
"She needs to be touched," the woman said. "She needs to be touched by both a mother figure and a father figure. She needs to feel that both her father and her mother love her enough to touch her."
"Yes," Harry said, nodding his head in agreement, "I believe that you are correct, Eva."
"We must both touch her and hurt her," the giant German woman said. "But, of course, my pain will be more important to her. Her father gave her pain and touching when she was a girl, but her mother gave her nothing. The female-inflicted pain will be more important to her than the male-inflicted pain."
"Yes," Harry Blackstone said. "You are correct, Eva."
"We shall prepare," the big woman said.
Then she turned back to Sherri and smiled, and she found that the girl was smiling up at her, almost in thanks, even before the real cure started.
"We will help you this morning, Sherri," the German woman said. "We will give you pain and touching, both of us. That will make you complete."
"Yes," the girl murmured. "Thank you very much."
And then Eva and Harry moved to the far side of the room to plan their strategy for that morning of pain and curing. It would not take them long to do that, Eva thought. They were very experienced by now.
And Eva was especially happy that, this time, again, she and her husband would be working' together. This time, they would be equals in science.
It would be wonderful if they could always remain equals.
In science as well as in bed.
Sherri watched the two people leave the white room and wondered where they were going. They had promised to help her and now it seemed that they had forgotten all about her. Sherri did not like that. She wanted to be helped. She wanted them to cure her in any way that they could. Now that she had cried, now that she had felt the pain in her system work its way into her tears, the girl wanted something more from these two people, especially from the giant woman who seemed to know so much, who seemed to understand the deepest parts of Sherri soul.
"Don't leave me!" she cried out.
But the door to the room had already shut behind the couple, the naked people who had first ignored her and then had given her something to look forward to in life for the first time since she was a little girl. She wanted them back. She felt suddenly very lonely and afraid in that room. But they did not come back when she yelled.
She wondered if they would come back ever again. She closed her eyes and thought that, perhaps, this was all a dream, a terrible and wonderful dream, a dream that would never come true for her in its goodness but had only been felt by her in its pain.
She wanted more than pain. She wanted some relief and she sensed that the big woman understood just how to give her that relief. If she would only come back, if she would only help Sherri in the way that she wanted to be helped. But then the girl thought that she was not quite sure how she wanted to be helped. She only knew that she wanted something, and she trusted the woman, the giant woman who spoke in the German accent, who seemed to know her so well, she trusted that woman to understand just how she would be able to help Sherri. She trusted that woman more than she had ever trusted any other person. Even her lover. Even Drew.
Drew had been the black man who had helped to roll drunken businessman. It had been his idea in the first place, to make those men think that they were going to be given a night with Sherri if they just had enough money. She let them think that until they were in the motel room and then Drew would come bounding out of the closet and beat the shit out of those men and steal their money.
Then, later, in another room, she and Drew would fuck.
She liked fucking that black stud. She liked the way that his big, black body seemed to crush hers as he moved over her and fucked her pussy with his long, black cock. He seemed like a mountain to her, and, when he came, it was like a volcanic eruption. But what Sherri liked best were those few times when she had crossed Drew, when she had worked up her courage and told him that she did not want to do something that he wanted her to do.
On those few occasions, Drew had slapped her around hard. He had torn her clothes and had pushed her onto the bed and had used his hands to slap her, to hit her in a hundred different places. He slapped her face and her bare tits and her stomach and her thighs and her pussy. He worked quickly when he went on one of those slapping binges and she always cried and felt the heat build in her body with each slap and then she would go ahead and do what he wanted her to do in the first place. She knew from the moment that she refused to do as he wished that she would ultimately be slapped into it, be forced to do his will. But she enjoyed the pain and the heat of the slapping too much to tell him that. She loved it when he had finished hitting her, when he had given her all that heat. Then he would stand over the bed and huff with his own exhaustion. And he would pull down his pants and let her see his cock and fall on her like a mountain and fuck her with all of his black, brute might.
The slapping led to the fucking. She always remembered that when she felt those blows on her body and remembering that made things easier for her, easier for her to bear. She had long ago equated pain with love when it came from special people. She knew that her father cared a little bit about her because he had taken the time to hit her and make her his slave. Drew cared for her too because he took the time to slap her and then fuck her. That made her feel good. She did not ask for much. She just asked that someone care a little bit about her, enough to give her a few heavy touches with their hands.
And she sensed that the people who had left the white room only a few minutes before really cared for her in a way that she had only recently begun to understand. They cared for her with a kind of professional love, she thought, and she wanted them to show her how much they cared.
After these thoughts had run through her head, she thought again that that couple might have left her in that room to be alone for a long time. They might want nothing more to do with her.
"Please, come back," she whimpered, as she started to weep again, "I just want you to care for me a little bit."
And then, as if on cue, the door opened and the two people walked back into the room. They were no longer naked, but the way that they were dressed thrilled Sherri in a way that she could not really fathom.
The woman was wearing arm bracelets made of leather and a pair of brief, black leather panties. That was all that she was wearing. It seemed to be some kind of uniform, the kind that Sherri could not help loving.
And the man was wearing a pair of black leather briefs too, with the crotch cut out and his heavy prick hanging out of that hole. He wore a black hood over his head, and he looked dangerous and exciting. He was just the kind of man that Sherri wanted at that moment. He was just the kind of man that she had always wanted her father to be, the girl thought as the two people approached.
And the woman was just the kind of woman that she had always wanted her mother to be.
Sherri opened her mouth and the words were out before she knew they were coming.
"Mother," she sighed. "Father. I love you both."
Her father went to one side of the room and picked up the utensils, the tools that he and her mother would use on their loving daughter. As he gathered up that equipment, the mother in black leather knelt over the girl and slowly, gently, pulled the pins out of Sherri's nipples.
When she pulled on the pins, the girl gasped and her eyes filled with tears. She felt a little bit of blood gush from her tits, but she smiled at her mother. She knew that the woman in leather did not want to hurt her, really, that she was doing all of this for Sherri's own good.
When the pins were out of the girl's nipples, the woman reached down and carefully took the metal claw out of Sherri's pussy. She smiled as she did that, and, even though there was some pain for Sherri when the claw was removed, the smile did away with that pain before it really got the best of the girl. Sherri smiled back and knew that the best pain, the real curing pain, was still to come.
"You are very brave, my daughter," Eva said to the girl.
She would play the motherly part to the hilt, she decided. That way, the girl would get the most out of what she would do to her. She would think that her mother and her father really did love her and that would change everything for this girl.
Then Eva pulled the girl to her and hugged her and kissed her softly on the mouth. She felt Sherri's lips tremble under her own, tremble with pain and with pride that she had pleased her mother in such a way and that her mother was showing her pleasure in such a way.
"Mother," the girl whimpered, but then she stopped. She did not know what she wanted to say to the giant woman who was her mother now. She did not know what she wanted to express to her.
"I love you, my daughter," Eva said softly.
And then the girl knew what she wanted to say to her mother. She would have hugged the woman, but her hands were still tied behind her back. So she just pressed her wounded body close to her mother's firm, giant body and cried as she said it.
"I love you too, Mother. I love you so much."
As Eva held the girl close to her, she reached behind the dark-haired, young beauty and untied the rope that bound the girl's hand. She- knew that Sherri did not need to be bound in such a way any longer. She would be bound in another way, a way that would work the curing process on her. She would be bound, but she would not try to escape, for Sherri understood now, understood that this is what she needed in order to be a complete and good woman.
Eva gently pushed her daughter back on the floor and smiled at Sherri so that the girl would lie there and not be afraid. Then the giant, German woman turned to her husband, the man in the black mask, and she nodded. It was time to begin the real and true and curing punishment, the punishment that would change Sherri and make her know that her mother and her father cared for her more than anything else in the whole world. When Eva nodded, Harry Blackstone moved toward the two women with the equipment in his hands. Harry was carrying a rope and a metal rod and a long, leather strip. Sherri looked at those instruments and wondered how they were going to be used on her. She wondered how they were going to show her that she was love. But she still trusted her mother and her father, and she knew that those people would use them with deliberation and justice on her aching body.
Her black-hooded father handed her mother the rope and Eva knelt down and pulled on the girl's shoulders until Sherri was sitting up. She smiled at the girl again so that Sherri would not be afraid and then, quickly, she tied one end of that rope around Sherri's neck and tightened it there. The rope burned the girl's flesh and she winced but she did not cry out or curse or beg to be released. She knew that her mother would not hurt her like this unless she really cared for Sherri, unless she really understood that this pain would be good for the girl.
Sherri smiled as her mother tugged on the rope and felt it tighten around the girl's throat. She smiled at her mother to let the woman know that she trusted-that she was now able to trust-that she was already on the road to cure.
And then Sherri gasped as her mother pushed her back and held the rope as she turned the already aching girl over on her stomach. Then the giant woman in leather pulled the rope up between Sherri's legs and stood up and pulled and pulled until the rope was burning against the girl's open pussy.
Then Sherri yelled out in new pain. She could not help herself.
But she immediately did not want her mother and her father to think that she was yelling because she rejected them and their guidance. So she spoke to them too. She spoke with a voice that was hoarse and tight as the rope cut off her sound.
"Thank you," she gurgled. "Thank you both."
She felt that rope pull on her pussy, felt it move into her pussy as two hands spread the lips of her cunt open for the rope to enter. And Sherri shivered because she had never felt anything so wonderful in life, so wonderful and so loving and yet so cruel. The rope was rough on her twat, but the girl did not care. She could identify the pain and she knew that it was good for her and she knew that her mother was giving her that pain, that pain that would make her whole again, whole and good for the world.
"Thank you," she gasped again.
Sherri was twisted on the floor and the giant woman moved in front of her and pulled the rope even tighter through her pussy. She let the rope move back and forth in the cunt and Sherri felt her pussy getting wet with sexual desire because of the burning that the rough rope was giving her. It was almost as if her pussy juices were running out of her hole in order to try to put out the fire that the rough rope caused.
But Sherri did not mind the fire at all. It was a good fire, the fire that was caused by the love of her parents. She yearned for more fire and more pain, for she knew that that pain would cleanse her and make her well again.
And then she felt the leather hitting her bare ass. She twisted her head and tried to see. She could see the hooded man standing off the side with the metal rod in his hand. So she knew that her mother was spanking her with the strap, that her mother was the one who was giving her this good, fiery feeling.
The leather strap came down on her ass and on her open cunt and forced the rope into her pussy even deeper.
Sherri sighed with every blow and felt the pain rush to her head, the pain that would help her, the pain that came from her mother's cruel but loving hand.
Harry Blackstone stood off to the side and watched his wife work with the girl and waited for his turn. He watched Sherri's face as the leather strap came down again and again. She was in pain, he- saw, but she also understood that this pain was good for her, that this pain was just what she needed. This girl would be easy to help, he thought.
And the psychologist was especially happy that his wife had joined him again. She had joined him because she loved him and wanted to be a part of his work, he thought. And, for some reason, as he watched Eva beat and torture the girl, he knew that he was being cured too. He studied the sexy, young girl with professional disinterest. It was his wife that he looked at with lust in his eyes. His wife was the sexy part of the duo, as far as Harry Blackstone was concerned. She was the one who had given him so much. She deserved a great deal in return. Studying his wife, he felt his own cock begin to grow hard and he knew that, this time, it was not because of the punished girl. He was getting an erection by looking at the punisher, his wife, Eva, his assistant and his lover for life. When Eva looked at him, she saw the rising prick too and she grinned at him. He wanted to smile back, but he knew that she would not be able to see that because he wore a hood over his head. So he spoke to her.
"I love you," he said.
He knew that his voice was muffled by the hood, but he also knew that she heard him. Eva's eyes filled with tears as she worked on the girl and then she spoke to him softly, as she continued to beat the willing and yearning girl with steady, strong strokes.
"I love you too," she said.
Knowing that they shared this love and this work made the whole experience warm for both Harry and Eva Blackstone. They both vowed at the same time that they would never allow anything to stand between them again, to interrupt their work with their love for each other.
Then Eva nodded again and Harry knew that she was giving him the sign that she wanted him to join them, to give the girl the punishment that a father should give his daughter.
Harry moved toward the female couple eagerly. Eva stopped beating the girl with the leather as Harry lifted the metal rod.
Before the man let the rod fall on the girl's ass and pussy, before he let that final pain shoot through Sherri's body, the woman, the mother, the psychologist, Eva, spoke to the patient that they were both working on.
"Now your father will give you what you deserve. Your father will beat you just as I did because he loves you too. He wants you to be a good girl, the' kind of girl that good parents can be proud of."
"I understand," the girl whimpered. "Thank you."
And Harry Blackstone, hearing the words, knew that the girl did understand, that this was not a fake admission of guilt. The girl knew that they would never do anything to hurt her unless they also knew that it would help her. She understood it all so well.
And then Harry Blackstone let the metal rod fall on Sherri's body with a fatherly fury. The girl whimpered and cried out a couple of times as Harry hit her and as Eva held her up in that awkward position with the rope. But she did not try to escape the rod. She knew that there was no escape from the punishment that she deserved, that she craved.
Harry had only hit her a couple of times with the heavy rod when the girl began to shiver and shudder and sigh.
And the couple-the professional psychologists who worked on their patient-knew what was happening to Sherri.
Eva grinned at her husband.
"She is having an orgasm," she said, softly.
Harry nodded and then continued to hit Sherri as the orgasm rushed through her like a mighty flood.
Sherri jumped on the rope as she came. It seemed to her that her pussy was closing in around that rope that burned it and was making the rope a part of her that would never leave her. The rope against her pussy and her young clit had made the girl come.
And Sherri had never come like this before.
"Yes, Father," she moaned as the orgasm carried her to the clouds, "beat the shit of me. Yes, Mother, burn my pussy with that rope. I thank you both. I love you both. I want you both to be my parents and love me. I want to make you proud of me. I will be good. I will be good. I will be good!"
The last words were a scream, a scream that was the promise from a daughter who had learned her lesson at last. But Harry Blackstone continued to hit her with the metal rod until Sherri relaxed and eased her body, until the orgasm was over. Then Harry stopped hitting the girl and Eva lowered her gently onto the floor.
The mother-figure gently untied the rope from around the girl's neck and slipped that rope off as Sherri lay there, exhausted by the pain and the orgasm. Then she lifted the girl up and handed her to Harry, the strong man who still wore the hood. She knew that Harry would take Sherri to another room and there he would mend her wounds, the wounds that were very meaningful to the girl. And Eva knew that she would follow and help her husband.
And the two of them walked out of the room, Harry whispered to Eva.
"We have helped her a lot, together," he said.
"Yes," his giant wife agreed. "We will work together from now on."
"And we will never let anything come between us again."
"No."
"Eva?"
"Yes, Harry."
"When we tend to her wounds."
"Yes?"
"And when we put her to bed."
"Yes?"
"I want to fuck you like there is no tomorrow."
The giant woman threw her head back and laughed with happiness. She ran her fingers through her husband's soft, blond hair and smiled at him.
"We will fuck like there is no tomorrow," she assured him.
And she knew that they would do that. She knew that they had found their common ground again and that nothing and no one would ever come between Eva and Harry Blackstone again.
They were a team, she thought. They were lovers and co-workers, and they would stay together and show them all.
The couple walked with the tired and happy and bleeding girl down the hallway to another room.
After they had cared for the girl who had. suffered, after they had put her to bed, Harry and Eva Blackstone went to their own room, the room that they had not shared for several nights.
When they were in that room, they took off what clothes still remained on their lusting and heated bodies and they moved toward the bed.
It felt so good to have Harry home, Eva thought, as she lay on that bed and cradled the man's head in her giant breasts. She felt that he had been away from her for centuries and not just a few weeks. She wanted to remind him of what kind of woman she could be. She wanted to recapture the thrills that they had had when they were first going together, when they first studying together. She wanted to recapture the youth of their lives.
And Harry felt that he had to prove something to himself. Certainly, he got turned on by watching women suffer, he remembered, but he was not sure that that was bad or abnormal, not if he could fuck his giant, German wife with lust and style even when she had not suffered at all. So he had to prove that he was normal by fucking a woman that he had not beaten up. That would make everything normal, he thought, and it would ease his mind as he continued with his experiments.
The naked, little man with the patch over his eye moved his head away from the giant breasts of his German wife. He touched her face with his hands and he turned her face to his. Then he kissed her-softly, like a husband should kiss a wife. The kiss grew in passion as Eva opened her mouth and put her strong arms around Harry. Harry's tongue moved into Eva's mouth and tasted the sweetness in there. As he did that, Eva's mind flashed back to the time when she had tasted blood in that mouth for the first time, when she had grown sick because of that taste. She was willing to accept anything in her mouth now, she thought, Harry's tongue or more blood or more pain-wracked flesh. She would do it because she wanted to give Harry all the help that she could give. Together, they had cured some girls. They would cure others. She was certain of that.
But she could not worry about curing others right now, she finally thought as she held her husband close to her big body. She could only worry about her marriage, about her relationship with Harry. That relationship had been sick but now it was on the way to being cured. If they could just fuck on this night, the giant, German woman thought, then they would be able to cure their marriage of all of its ills.
Eva rolled over with Harry in her arms and soon the man with the patch over his eye found himself lying on his back as he felt his wife's soft, moist lips start working down his body. He felt his flesh tingle with excitement, male excitement. It had been a long time since this has happened to him, since he had felt this male. He was not a scientist at the moment. He was just a husband with a sexy wife who loved him, a sexy wife that he loved too.
Eva ran her tongue around Harry's male nipples. She knew her husband well. She knew that he liked this kind of treatment. She felt his shiver when she touched his chest with her tongue and she knew that the weeks had not changed him that much. She sucked on one of those nipples with her soft, wet lips and then she moved on down his body. She kissed his stomach and she exhaled her breath there. She knew that Harry liked that, that soft breath on his flesh, thrilling him and making the hairs of hi body stand on end with delight. She ran her tongue into his navel and she felt Harry buck under her. Eva was big. She held her husband down with all of her strength. She did not want him moving around too much. She wanted him to lie still and take what she was going to give him. She knew that it would be good for him. And then Eva suddenly thought that she was in command of Harry now, in much the same way that he had been in command of those girls that he had helped with torture. She would not torture her husband. He did not need that kind of treatment. Eva knew that Harry tortured himself a great deal, tortured his brain and his sensitivity with his guilt feelings and his hard work. She wanted to give Harry peace and this was the way that she could do it. She could give him peace by giving him warmth, the kind of warmth a husband got from the loving kisses and licks that a wife would give to him.
This was what Harry needed, she thought. She knew best when it came to what her one-eyed, sexy, intelligent husband needed in his life, just as he knew best when it came to what his female patients needed.
Finally, she got to that part of his body that she loved the most, the hardening rod of flesh that was already beginning to spring up there between his legs. Eva pressed her big face close to that flesh, but she did not take the cock in her mouth right away. First, she licked. She liked the underside of the throbbing organ and she licked the balls and she licked the inner skin of his thighs, that soft flesh that responded to her licks as if they were cold gusts of wind that excited the flesh. Then she lifted the cock up and pressed it back, back toward Harry's stomach. The balls were in plain view then. Eva sucked those balls into her mouth and a gulping sound and them hummed on them. She hummed a little German tune that her mother had sang to her when she was a little girl. It was one of Harry's favorites. It was one of her favorites too.
Harry began to toss on the bed as his wife held his balls in her mouth and hummed on them. He twisted on the bed and loved her more than ever. Eva was a good assistant, an intelligent woman, a beautiful woman, a loving wife. He could not believe that he had allowed his own shame to keep him away from that woman for so long. He had been a fool, he thought for the thousandth time that day. He had been a fool to let Eva stay away from him for so long.
When she was finished with her little German tune, the giant woman let the balls pop out of her mouth like pieces of tight, ripe fruit and she raised her head and opened her lips and took the shaft into her. She impaled her giant head on that cock and started to suck on it. She moved her head up and down as she worked on Harry and gave her one-eyed king of a husband more strength with each sucking thrust that she made.
Harry groaned under this lustful treatment. It was like heaven to him. His wife's mouth was so soft and so warm. He had almost forgotten how well she sucked his cock. He wondered for a second if she had sucked that Juan's cock in this way. And then he decided that that did not matter. What did matter, to him was that she was again sucking his cock in this way. That was all that mattered in the world. He would even give up his science for her, he decided, if she would just keep sucking his prick and making it hard with her soft, warm, German mouth.
But Harry knew that his wife would not ask him to give up his science. She would even help him with his experiments as long as he remembered that she was his man sex object, that his wife in bed was better than any other woman writhing in pain in his laboratory.
And Harry knew that he would always remember that now.
Eva took her mouth off the cock and felt it with her finger, noting its hardness and its explosive strength.
"Ready?" she asked, looking up and grinning at her husband.
"Ready," he moaned, smiling down on his beautiful, giant wife.
Eva moved quickly, throwing herself on the other side of the big bed and spreading her legs and fingering herself for just a few seconds. She did not have to get herself wet with her finger. She was already wet. The torture session had begun to turn her on, but sucking her husband's cock had turned her on even' more.
Harry moved over his wife and aimed his hard and erect prick at her wide, giant pussy. But Harry knew that Eva was still surprisingly tight. It always amazed him that such a big woman could have such a tight little cunt. But he loved that amazement and he loved that little snatch.
The one-eyed psychologist drove his cock into her with a manly force and Eva gasped and moved under that force with her own lust building in her giant body.
"Oh, fuck me, Harry," she moaned
"I will never leave you again," he promised as he started to plunge- into her and then pull out for another dive into that sweet, juicy cunt.
Eva raised her giant legs and moved her ass to match her husband's rhythm and knew that he would never leave her again', that she had won, that she would be his helper and his lover for the., rest of their lives.
The two psychologists fucked with more happiness than they had ever experienced before. They fucked like youngsters, like two people who joined together and formed the perfect symbol of love.