Chapter 8
Eva lay in the bed that afternoon and ran her massive, soft, German fingers over Juan's back. He was resting after their first fuck of the afternoon, but the giant, German woman knew that her young man would want to fuck her again before he left her. He always did.
She was happy that she had found Juan. He had come to the door a few weeks before and had asked if there was any odd jobs that he could do around the house. He said that he was broke and was trying to make enough money to get to California.
But, now, weeks later, he was no closer to California than he had been that day.
But Juan did not seem to mind that at all.
When Eva remembered that afternoon, she could not believe that she had actually said those things to Juan.. She had never been that aggressive with a man before. But Harry had been avoiding her and she had wanted to fuck so badly and Juan had been so handsome and so sexy as he stood there without a shirt on, his dark, hairy chest had turned on her on so much that she had told him out right.
"The only odd job that I know of around here, young man, is that my pussy needs fucking very badly."
Then Eva had stood in that door, towering over the young man, and had waited for his reaction. She was shocked by her own words but she was not sorry that she had said them. After all, she thought, she had told the truth. Her pussy did need fucking and it needed it very badly.
Juan looked over the big, blonde woman and stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his lips.
"The best odd job that I can think of," he said.
Then he had grinned and Eva had opened the door and let him walk into the house. She was not afraid of him. She knew that she would be able to handle him, and she knew that he would come in very handy now that she had failed her husband so badly that he did not want to speak to her.
As Eva lay there, rubbing Juan's dark back, she thought about Harry. She blamed herself of what had happened between them. She felt that she had failed her genius husband by becoming too involved with that silent redhead. And then she had accused Harry of liking it too, liking it in a sexual way when he worked with his patients. She still believed that, but she was sorry that she had brought it up. She knew that the idea probably troubled Harry a great deal now, and she wished that she could go to him and explain herself and tell him that she was sorry. But she could not do that because he did not want to have anything to do with her. He kept his door locked and he did not even like seeing her around.
There was pain in Eva's spirit as she thought about her husband. This young man was good for her. He eased the pain just a little bit, but he was not as good as Harry. She still loved Harry and she was sorry that she had forced him to kick her out of his life.
Juan began to stir on the bed. He moved on the bed and put his head on Eva's big tit. That tit was like a huge pillow for the little Spanish man. It was strange, Eva thought. Harry was actually a little shorter than Juan was, yet he never seemed to be engulfed by her big body. Harry knew how to climb on that body and handle it with force and love. Juan often times seemed lost on that feminine mountain of flesh that was Eva Blackstone in all of her sad glory.
Juan kissed the woman's tit and ran his tongue over it and Eva began to feel her pussy quake. She knew that Juan turned her on, but he did not love her. She tried to forget about Harry, tried to think of Harry as part of her past as she ran her fingers through Juan's dark hair and coaxed him with her touch as he started to suck on her nipple.
She liked that. She felt soft when a man sucked on her pink, big nipple. She moved on the bed and churned a little bit and ran her own fingers down to her pussy. That cunt was amazingly small and tight for a woman as big as Eva Blackstone. But it was just right for fucking, she thought. Even men who were a little frightened by her size were happy when they felt how tight and juicy that pussy was.
Juan moved his hand down her body too and slipped her fingers out of her cunt. He put his fingers in there in place of her own, and
Eva raised her hand, those fingers that had been in her own pussy, to her face and put those fingers in her mouth. She licked her own pussy cream. She had been doing that a lot lately, she thought. She had first started doing it after her husband had started to avoid her. But Eva knew that, when she licked the pussy juice from her fingers, she did not think of herself. She thought of Nancy, the silent redhead.
Eva knew that Nancy was still in the house. Some of the other women had been realized, but Eva visited the cells in the back of the house every once in a while and she knew that Nancy and Jill were still there, still not cured. That did not surprise her. Harry had been trying to work with them by himself. Eva knew that those two needed a woman's touch, her touch. They would never be cured unless Eva helped her husband, unless he asked for her aid. As Juan sucked on her nipple, the German woman felt very sorry for those two, but she did not think that she could do anything about their situation, not unless Harry asked her to return to him.
Juan pulled his working fingers out of Eva's twat and moved down her giant body. Now he was going to eat her pussy. She knew that. She had discovered rather quickly that Juan was very predictable in his love-making. She did not particularly like that, but she reminded herself that Juan was all that she had, all that she would ever have now that Harry had-
Her thoughts stopped in her head when the door to the bedroom flew open. Harry was standing there. He was looking at the two people who were naked on the bed and he was carrying a pistol in his hand.
Juan turned and looked at the man with the patch over his eye too, taking his face away from Eva's body in order to do that. He saw the pistol and he gasped something in Spanish. Then he rolled to the other side of the bed and cowered behind Eva.
But the German wife was not frightened. She knew that her husband would never be able to shoot her. For all of the pain that he inflicted on his patients, for all of the theories about punishment, Eva knew that her husband was a basically peaceful man. He would not be able to kill any human being. She smiled at Harry.
"You have returned to me," she said softly. "I want you to return to me," he corrected her.
But Eva would not go back that easily. Although one part of her spirit told her that she should jump up and run to her husband and throw her arms around him, another part told her that she had been wronged, terribly wronged by the man with the patch over his eye, and she was not going to let him off that easily.
"Why should I go back to you?" she asked, as she lay there on the bed with Juan shaking behind her. "I have this young stud here. He is all that I need."
"He is leaving right now," the man with the patch said.
"But I owe him money for the work that he has done," the wife said playfully.
Holding the pistol in one hand, Harry reached into his pants pocket with the other and pulled out a roll of bills. He walked toward the bed and threw them on the bed with a fury.
"There is plenty of money for your lover," Harry said to Eva, as Juan scrambled to pick up the bills that lay all over the bed and all over Eva. "Now he can leave."
"Yes," Juan said, stammering as he scurried off the bed and began to put on his clothes. "I am leaving."
Harry watched his wife lie there and smile at him as the little Spanish man put on his trousers. Juan did not even stop to zip those trousers up. He wanted out of that house. The big, German woman had been a good fuck, but her husband now had a gun in his hand and Juan did not like to take chances with his own life. He pushed the bills into his pocket and picked up his shoes and ran out of the room. Harry and Eva stared at each other as they listened to Juan rushing down the hallway.
Then, when they heard the front door open and close with a slam, they knew that he was gone. And then Eva began to laugh. She laughed with a mighty, happy sound that came from the deepest part of her. Harry could not help himself. He had to laugh too. He laughed with joy as he sat down on the bed and put his hand on his wife's sexy stomach.
Then Harry pointed the gun at his wife and squeezed the trigger. -
Eva continued to laugh right through the-
Click.
"I knew it was not loaded," she said then. "I knew that you don't have any bullets in the house."
"I don't believe in them," Harry said.
The one-eyed man lean forward and kissed his wife softly on the mouth. Then he sat up again.
"I would love to fuck you right now, but I can't," he said. "Why not?"
"I have to tell you something first."
"What?"
"I have to tell you that you were right. I do get turned on watching those women grind their naked bodies in pain. I am sorry, Eva, but I do. I wish that I did not. I try not to. I try to be a professional. But I usually wind up with a hard-on."
And then, once the shame that he had hidden from his wife for so long was out, Harry began to weep.
Eva started to cry too and pulled her husband to her and held his head againt her big tits as he cried and cried and cried.
"Oh, Eva," he sobbed, "I love you so much, but I did not know how to tell you that you were right, that I did get turned on when I beat those girls." Then Harry raised his face from his wife's tits and looked into her eyes. "I have been thinking of stopping the experiments right now and going back to the Institute and asking Buddy for my old job-"
"No," the big, German woman said quickly. "You will not do that. I will not allow you to do that."
"But Eva-"
"Your method works. You have proven it in some cases already. We will work together on Nancy and Jill and others and we will show Buddy that he was wrong to get rid of you. You will not go back, on your hands and knees to that creep. Do you hear me, Harry?"
And, suddenly, Harry Blackstone felt very strong and very right in his opinions and theories. He had his wife with him and he knew that, together, they would be able to conquer any handicap. They would even be able to show all of those people in the scientific community that he was right. But something still bothered him. "Eva," he said, "I get turned on. I beat off until I come when some of those women are suffering."
"So?" the woman said. "What is wrong with .your own sexual excitement if you understand it, if you are not ashamed of it. After all, you have helped those women too."
"Yes," he said softly, agreeing with his wife. He thought of the two who had already been released. He received reports on them regularly and they seemed to be adapting very well to the outside world.
Harry Blackstone suddenly wanted to get another experiment started as soon as possible. Now that he had Eva with him again, he knew that he would not fail. He could not fail. Together, the Blackstones were invincible.
Harry jumped off the bed and stood there, beaming at his naked, giant wife.
"I will get Nancy ready," he said. "You put on one of the leather outfits."
And then Harry Blackstone dashed from the room.
Eva lay there, a little downcast. She had been hoping that Harry would fuck her that afternoon, after he had chased the young man away, after he had admitted to her that he loved her. She sighed. As always, Harry thought a great deal about his work. He was obsessed by that work.
And Eva finally decided that she would not have it any other way. She liked it when Harry was excited by his experiments, and, now that he had admitted to her that he got turned on by watching the women, she knew that he would fuck her after the experiments. And she could wait for a few minutes, a couple of hours. She had waited for weeks for Harry to come back to her. A few more hours would not make that much difference.
The giant, German woman got off the bed and went to her special closet, where she had hung all of her leather outfits. Harry had not told her which one to put on, and she wondered what would be the best for this new experiment with Nancy. She considered for a moment the one with the big, black cock, but then she shied away from that one. That outfit had been the one that she had worn the day that she and Harry had had their terrible fight. She did not want to take any chances now. She wanted to work with Nancy in a way that would help the girl, in a way that would be coldly professional but hot and lusty too. She wanted to keep control of herself at all times.
If she could do that, she thought, she would regain Harry's respect and also his handsome, strong cock.
When she thought of his prick, she yearned to have it in her. She knew that she would have to wait until after the experiment and she was willing to wait. But she still had that yearning in her.
Eva shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts of Harry's prick out of her mind. She was a professional too, a trained psychologist. She must think of the patient, not her own pleasure. She reminded herself of that again and again as she put on one of the leather outfits, one that left her pussy open to the breeze.
Then she went from her bedroom to the laboratory to join her husband and his patient, the sexy, silent redhead. She had to admit that she was excited by the prospect of working with that redhead again. She thought that Nancy was very lovely and very sexy. She looked almost innocent with her dull, green eyes that always stared straight ahead of her. And Eva paused there just outside the laboratory and remembered the way that the young woman's silence always made her angry and yet turned her on at the same time.
The giant, German woman took a deep breath and worked up her professional courage. This time, she thought, she just might hit the right cord, the right bit of punishment and pain that would make that redhead react to her and speak to her and come out of her living death. She hoped so. She wanted to help that young woman and she wanted to help Harry too.
Eva walked into the laboratory and looked around. It had been weeks since she had been there, but it felt that she had just left it a moment before. She was very used to that whiteness and those instruments and that equipment of torture. She was also used to the feel of the leather, the tightness and the softness of it. She was used to the way that her tits felt as they jutted out through one of the openings in her leather outfit. Dressed like that, in her husband's laboratory, Eva felt right at home.
And seeing that redhead bound and standing in the middle of the room made her feel even more at home.
Eva walked to the redhead and studied her. Then she spoke with her professional, harsh voice.
"So," she said with a sneer. "So you have refused to speak even yet, Nancy. .Now I have returned and I am going to give you a special punishment to make you notice me, to make you speak and tell me about your past and your pain."
But the redhead just stared straight ahead of her. Eva felt sorry for her. But she would not allow that to show. She felt sorry because it was immediately obvious that Nancy had not changed at all, that she had not improved one bit.
Maybe she would improve now, Eva thought, glancing at her husband, the one-eyed man who stood at the side of the room. She was back now, Eva thought, and she was refreshed and ready to really work that silent slut over.
Slut.
That word stuck in her head, and then Eva realized what she had been doing wrong all this time.
She had been calling Nancy names and talking to her with a cruel tone of voice, but she had not really meant it. She had gotten angry, but she was always more angry with herself than with that redhead. Now the woman sensed that she must truly be angry with Nancy in order to make the punishment work on the silent girl. She must think of this redhead, not as a sorrowful case but as a slut, a girl who deserved the punishment that she received. If Eva believed it, she thought, then Nancy would believe it too and things would work out better for both of them.
Eva wondered if she should mention her new idea to her husband and then she quickly decided that she would not. If it worked, if Nancy showed some sign of feeling and recognizing something that was happening to her, then Eva would explain her new mental method to Harry. If it did not work,, she would just discard the idea and keep it to herself.
Eva looked at Harry again and saw that he was holding a strange-looking whip. The giant woman knew that her husband wanted her to use that on Nancy, and she knew that she would definitely be willing to use it on the girl. It looked so sexy and so cruel that she could hardly wait to get it into her hands.
Eva moved across the floor slowly in her leather outfit and took the whip from Harry. Then she turned and looked at Nancy. The girl was standing up on her tiptoes with her arms bound to that beam over her head. Her big tits were raised up by the stretching of her body and she looked like a woman who was ready for anything, who was. ready for all the pain in the world to be inflicted upon her. But Eva looked again into her eyes and saw the deadness there and knew that Nancy was ready for nothing, that she would probably feel nothing and experience nothing.
Unless this experiment worked this time, and Eva was determined that it would.
The German woman studied the whip that her husband had given her. She looked at the flat, leather end of the whip. Two hard, little spikes had been driven through that flat end. Those spikes would cut human flesh very easy. Eva looked at Nancy's big tits and knew that she would aim for those things.
But the German woman paused before she went to work on Nancy. She wanted to remember her new idea, to get that idea firmly in her brain so that she would not lose it and feel sorry for the girl when the pain began. She wanted to remember that Nancy was a slut, unworthy of any sympathy. When she had that idea deep in her heart, Eva walked toward the naked, bound girl who stared straight ahead of her as if she were waiting for something to happen.
Something was going to happen, Eva thought, and she determined to make Nancy feel it.
"Slut," she hissed at the silent redhead. "You fucking slut. You left your friends dead on the back roads of Oklahoma and you did not have the courage to die with them. You let them lick your pussy and give you orgasms, but you did not have the nerve to go down in a blaze of bullets as they did. Remember their names, you worthless bitch? Jenny and Doris?
Do you remember how they loved you, how they used to suck on those big tits of yours? You piece of shit."
Watching all of this, listening to his wife's words of abuse as they fell on the girl's ears, Harry Blackstone sensed a change in Eva. She had never been so harsh, so truly cruel before. He hoped that that change in her would bring about a change in Nancy. He closed his eyes-and actually said a little prayer, although he did not even believe in God. He prayed that his wife would be able to make this silent girl feel something, say something. He would accept even a groan or a whimper from Nancy's lips as an answer to his prayer.
When he opened his eyes, he saw his wife move closer to the redhead and he saw herl raise the whip in her anger.
"You piece of worthless shit!" Eva screamed.
And then she brought the down on the girl's tit with a furious force. The spikes at the end of the whip cut into Nancy's tit, but the redhead did not even flinch. The blood spurted out of the holes caused by the spikes and then slowed to a trickle that fell from the tit and onto the white floor.
Eva looked at that blood. The first blow had not worked, she thought, but she would not give up. Either the girl would speak or she would make her bleed to death. Eva no longer cared about Nancy as a patient, as a sorrowful girl who had suffered a great trauma. She only saw the senseless redhead as a slut, as a woman who had left her friends behind when she had given up to the police. She deserved what she got. Eva tried to put herself in the place of Doris or Jenny, the two women who had robbed banks in Oklahoma with this bitch. They had had the courage to die in a hail of bullets and they had probably expected such noble, outlaw courage from Nancy too. But she had let them down. She had given up to the cops because she was afraid. Afraid, even after Doris and Jenny had given her their love, had given her orgasms with their mouths.
That fucking bitch!
"Slut!" Eva yelled.
And she brought the whip down again on the redhead's tit. "Whore!"
Another lash of the whip, more blood from the tits.
"Worthless shit!"
And yet another lash and more blood.
Then Eva suddenly thought of another tactic, one that seemed to fit the anger that she felt in her heart for this redhead, that hot anger that burned inside the giant woman's body like the most fiery lust possible.
"This is for Jenny!" the giant woman screamed.
And she hit the girl again with the whip, felt the spikes dig into the tit with more fury.
And the German woman watched the blood spurt out of the holes that the spikes had caused. Still, there was no sign of recognition from the redhead, no sign that she felt anything that was happening, that she felt any pain that had been inflicted on her.
But Eva would not give up.
"This is for Doris!" she yelled, and then she brought the lash down again.
And, suddenly, it happened.
Nancy tensed her body as the pain shot through her and tilted her head back and cried out in agony.
"Doris! Doris! I am sorry, Doris! Please forgive me!"
Then the girl collapsed and hung there on the beam. She sobbed as the blood poured from her tits, and she muttered to herself and to the woman who had beaten her.
"I am sorry. I am sorry that I left them behind."
Eva smiled and turned to her husband. Harry Blackstone was already moving toward her. He only had time to touch her softly and look at her with thanks in his eyes. Then he moved past his wife and went to take down the girl who hung there on the beam, the girl who had spoken for the first time in months.
Eva turned and walked out of the room. She dropped the whip on the floor outside the laboratory. She knew that Harry would have to take care of Nancy and mend her wounds but she also knew that Harry would come to her after that.
He would come to her and they would celebrate together. They would celebrate the fact that they now worked as a team again and they would celebrate the success that they had had with Nancy, the girl who was their special team project.
Eva stood in her bedroom and slowly removed her leather outfit. She felt very happy and very warm and she knew that Harry would be coming to her soon, to celebrate with her and fuck her and make her part of his life again. She would be a very special part of his life, a very special partner for the greatest, most original psychologist in the world.
When she had stripped naked, she lay on the bed and waited for Harry, the husband that she adored with all of her heart. She waited and waited and waited, but he did not come. She listened to the sounds outside the door to be the bedroom and then she heard the doorbell ring and she heard Harry going toward it. She heard voices too, but she could make out what those voices were saying. And she waited.
After an hour, Harry had still not shown up. She wondered who had been at the door, who had taken Harry away from her.
And then it came to her. It came like a flash to her obsessed brain, and she sighed.
It was probably the people from the jail with another woman, another inmate that they thought that Harry would be able to help. Harry would not come to his wife that night. Eva suddenly knew it. She knew that he would work on that new subject in a new experiment. She knew that he would work on her all night.
Eva fought to keep from crying in her loneliness, but she could not hold back the tears. She let those tears roll down her face, and she cried out of loss.
Then she suddenly felt angry-angry with Harry. He had no right to leave her like that, she thought. He had no right to leave her alone on the night when they should have been celebrating. This new subject-this new victim, she thought suddenly-could have waited until morning.
Eva had earned Harry's love by beating speech out of the silent redhead, and now he was denying her that love because he wanted to spend time with a new victim. And then the giant woman remembered what her husband had finally admitted, that he got sexually excited by these women who were in pain. She wondered if Harry was in that laboratory, torturing another girl and making her cry out in agony and beating off as she suffered.
Eva wanted to get up and go see what was going on in that laboratory, but, in a way, she was afraid to do that. What if Harry was torturing some girl and beating off, she wondered. How would she react to that.
But it was almost midnight. The night was at its darkest. Eva worked up her courage and moved out of the bed and walked naked across the hallway to the laboratory room. She stood' at the door and tried to regain her courage, tried to force herself to open that door and look in. The German woman took a deep breath and threw the door open and looked at the action that was at its sexual peak, the drama that was being played out inside her husband's laboratory.