Chapter 4
The next night, Eva and Harry were ready to work with Nancy, the sexy, silent redhead, again.
And Eva was determined not to let her husband down this time. She was going to show Harry that she was a good helpmate and a good researcher too.
She was surprised when Harry showed her a new costume, one that he had just gotten especially for that night. She was surprised and thrilled to when she looked at that costume.
"I had this sent to us especially for Nancy," the psychologist explained. "I think that she will react to it in a good way. This may make the difference. At least, it is worth a try."
It was a leather costume just like the one that she had worn that first night with the silent girl. Well, Eva thought, not just like it. There was one difference and it was a difference that could make all the difference in the world. When Eva looked at it and thought of the sexy, silent woman who waited for her ordeal without even knowing what she was waiting for, the German woman became excited. She felt her own pussy pulse with fever. She wanted to get that costume on and try it out on Eva.
This leather costume had one added attraction. There was a huge, black dildo sticking out of the front of it.
Eva knew without being told that she was supposed to put that leather costume of and use that dildo on the redhead.
And she found that idea rushing through her brain like a fire in dry grass. She yearned to get this one started, this session with the woman who attracted her with her silence. She wanted to fuck that woman as a man would fuck her. And Eva was surprised by her own yearnings, for she had never given any thought to women loving and fucking women before. Harry seemed to read that excited need in his giant wife's eyes. He grinned and her and turned to walk out of the bedroom but he threw the last words over his shoulder as he left.
"Nancy will be ready in just a few minutes," he said. "I would not want either of you to have to wait."
Eva put on the costume and walked nervously to the laboratory. She stood out in the hallway for a moment before she entered the white room, the room where she would be thrilled and where she would prove herself. She ran her hand over the long, black prick. It was hard, harder than any male cock that she had ever felt.
And she had felt quite a few, she thought with a smile. When she had been a young girl in Germany, she had gained quite a reputation as a fucker, as a giant, sexy lover that men wanted to try out. But she had not fucked any other man since she had met Harry. She was happy with him. He was the best stud that she had ever had, she thought.
But then the idea came to her, the thought that had troubled her for so long in recent weeks. Harry had gotten all wrapped up in his therapy sessions and he had not made love to
Eva as a husband should in several days. It seemed to the giant, German woman that she was losing her one-eyed husband, that she was losing him to his work and to his experimental subjects, to those women that he worked with when he tried to prove his theories.
Usually, she did not mind. She worked with those women too and she knew that she gained some pleasure from the sight of their naked, pain-wracked bodies. But she also wanted her husband. She wanted Harry to fuck her as he did in the old days, when they worked together at the Institute.
Perhaps, she hoped, this session would excite Harry. Perhaps she could fuck the redhead with her huge, black dildo and give Harry such a show that he would want to fuck her. Eva hoped so. She remembered the wonderful way that Harry fucked, and she wanted to experience that again.
Eva took a deep breath and opened the door to the white, medical room, the laboratory of torture. She moved into the room in her leather, walking carefully because the prick that was jutting out from her costume took some getting used to.
She stopped inside the room and looked down on the sexy, silent woman.
Nancy lay naked on the floor with her arms thrown back and her wrists chained to the floor. Her legs were open, but her ankles were not fixed.
And Nancy had been shaved. Her twat was as bare as a baby's bottom.
It looked so sexy like that, Eva thought, like something new and fresh and wholesome in a strange way. It looked like a little hole that invited fucking by its very presence.
Jill was on a section of the floor that was raised up. Eva immediately reckoned the height and knew that she would be able to fuck that shaved cunt with her dildo while standing up.
She looked at her husband again. The black patch was over his eye, but the one good eye, the clear, blue eye was filled with passion for her. Eva could sense that and she remembered that she wanted to fuck her husband again. She wanted to thrill him and excite him and give him lust by giving him this great show between her and the redhead.
And then she looked at the hairless cunt again and knew that this cunt was very important to her. It was everything that she needed to change her life for the better, she thought. She moved toward the naked redhead with her big, black cock jutting out and ready for action.
Standing between the silent woman's legs, Eva looked down on her. The green eyes were still dazed and Nancy did not seem to know what was happening to her. She did not seem to care either. She was just lying there, accepting the world with her silence, accepting everything that came by. She did not even seem to see that woman with the big, black cock, that leather cock that was so big and that was meant for her.
Eva put her hands on the silent woman's flesh and spread her legs and moved close to Nancy.
"Remember the women that you left behind?" Eva asked, with her voice harsh and demanding. She was trying to get the silent woman's attention, trying to do something that no one else had been able to do in months. "Remember those lesbian lovers that you? Did any of them have a cock like this one, like the one that I have? Nancy? Nancy! Look at my fucking cock! I am going to fuck you with this cock and make you come! I am going to make you come more than your dead lovers could ever make you come! You bitch, listen to me! Speak to me! Tell me that you like my big, black cock, you slut!"
Just as she had done in the earlier session, the silent redhead who seemed to recognize nothing was making Eva angry. She just stared up at the ceiling. She did not even seem to hear what the German woman was saying. She did not react to anything. She did not even seem to be alive. That made Eva want to fuck her with anger, with anger because she wanted the sexy, naked, clean-pussied woman to recognize her existence in the universe. She would have to make Nancy recognize her if she wanted to help her husband, if she wanted to make him passionate and loving toward her.
Eva leaned over the redhead's body and slapped the young woman's face hard with her hand. But, still, Nancy seemed to feel nothing, recognize nothing, know nothing.
"Fucking silent bitch!" Eva hissed at the woman.
Then the giant, German woman spread the redhead's legs and growled with a deep and animalistic sound. As she growled, she rammed that big, black cock into the silent woman's shaved pussy.
Because the cunt was hairless, Eva could watch the cock got into the lips. She dug in deeply, ramming the cock in up to the hilt. She knew that the cock was stuffing the pussy. She knew that the girl must be feeling something, perhaps even pain. But Nancy did nothing. She did not even moan. She just lay on the raised-up floor and looked at the ceiling. Eva battered her pussy with the fake cock that jutted out from the leather suit, and the German woman felt her big tits heaving with passion as she did it, but the redhead made no sound, no movement. She just accepted all with no recognition at all.
"Fucking bitch!" Eva screamed, truly angry with the redhead now.
But she was feeling something else too, something besides anger and a certain despair that she had not gotten through to Nancy yet. Eva was also feeling lust. The black cock that drove deep into the silent woman's pussy was working against Eva's cunt too. The root of the black, fake, big thing was slamming against the German woman's clit. As she fucked the silent woman, as she cursed that woman who would not respond to her, she threw her head back and felt her own orgasm coming.
"Fucking bitch," she growling. "Mindless, silent, lesbian slut."
But the words did not really capture the emotions that were running through the giant woman's head. Those emotions were heated with lust as the back of the leather cock worked against her clitoris.
And Eva was grabbing at her -own big tits with one of her Jeather hands. She did not need to use both hands on Nancy, to keep the legs spread, to keep the girl from churning away from her there on that floor. Nancy was not moving at all. She lay like a dead redhead on the hard, white floor and let the fucking go on and on and let the words, the snarls of the
German woman pass over her as if they were just so much wind, so much wild and sexy air.
And then Eva came. She squealed with her own orgasm and she looked at her husband with tears in her eyes. Harry was frowning. She had done something that had offended him. The giant woman could not understand what that was, and she was suddenly frightened of her one-eyed, sexy husband. That fright and that uneasiness mixed with the warmth of her lust, the last bit of her orgasm and sent a chill through her body. Eva shivered in her leather.
As soon as her orgasm began to peter out, Eva pulled the cock quickly out of the silent woman's cunt and turned to face her husband. She sensed the anger in Harry's eye and she 'knew that she had done something wrong.
The man walked toward the door and opened it.
"Eva," he said firmly, "I want to talk to you out here."
And the giant followed the little, muscular man, her husband and her leader, out the door.
When they were in the hallway, Harry reached up and slapped his wife's face.
"Don't get involved,-Eva," he said, like a principal of a school who was talking to an unruly pupil, a student who had let him down. "Don't enjoy it. Do you think that I enjoy it when I have to work with these students?"
And before the giant, German woman could stop herself, she had answered her husband's question truthfully.
"Yes," she said. "I do think that you enjoy it, Harry."
"What?"
"You enjoy it so much that you don't even want to fuck me any longer, and I am your wife. You must always remember that and you must always remember that I love you and yearn for you. You never want to fuck me at all because you enjoy working with these women so much that you do not need to fuck me."
"Bitch," Harry hissed.
And then the man turned around and walked back into the laboratory. He slammed the door and left Eva standing like a giant orphan in the loneliness of the hallway.
He had not denied it, she thought. He had not said that he did not enjoy mastering these women in the name of psychology and science. He could not deny it, because he knew that it was true. Her husband was an innovator, something of a genius, she reminded herself, but he was also a man with sexual drives that she no longer understood.
And he had slapped her. He had told her that she had done something wrong just because she had wanted to help him, just because she had done what he told her to do and then had gotten carried away with her own pent-up lust.
Eva could not decide if she hated her husband at that moment or loved him. And then she realized that she probably had both emotions churning up inside her, confusing her and making her angry with herself because her thoughts did not make any sense to anyone, least of all herself.
And she was a trained psychologist.
She also hated the silent redhead who had lain there and taken that big, black cock up her pussy and had not reacted at all. She hated that woman and yet she was grateful to Nancy to her. At least, Eva thought, the redhead had given her an orgasm. That was more than Harry had done in the last few weeks.
Feeling all of that love and that hate and that confusion in her system, Eva was suddenly very sleepy. She turned and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. She would take off her leather and her cock, she thought, and then she would go to sleep.
Maybe when she woke up, she would not hate or love anyone any more. Maybe when she woke up, she would be very normal and very calm and she would know just how she felt about every human being in her life. But she needed to sleep, to get rid of that numb feeling that had come to her with her orgasm and her husband's wrath.
She wrapped her hand around the big cock and held it as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom. She liked the feel of that cock. It seemed warm, and she knew that it had been a long time since she had felt any warmth at all.