Chapter 3
Rosemary was so shamelessly aroused that she needed only to reach her hands down to her throbbing young cunt, make a few more stabs with the rounded wooden stick to have her climax.
And Rosemary was so ashamed and confused that she never considered jumping off the desk, gathering her clothes, and running from the house. The dictatorial financial entrepreneur had abused her, humiliated her - and also wildly stimulated her - and in the few moments she was left to her own devices lying on her back on the desk she might have done anything.
Vance, now undressed, seemed to realize this, for as soon as his clothes were off he wasted no time going straight for the desk and the nakedly hesitating young wife.
Rosemary rolled her eyes in Vance's direction and then stopped short: that was Vance? Solid, sun-bronzed shoulders, narrow athlete's hips, bulging muscular legs - and rising from a patch of graying pubic hair between his narrow untanned hips ... a short fat little cock.
No wonder he relied on others to do it, while he watched; no wonder he made films and all the rest of it. For his fully erected penis was only a scant four inches long - if even that. Undoubtedly it could satisfy a woman who was prepared sufficiently - my God, Rosemary thought, that's why he had me prod myself so long on the desk! - but the small thick cock just looked so ridiculously out-of-scale against his he-man frame.
So this was why she'd never seen him take part in the group's orgiastic sex, never even seen him naked until now: for to see him so was almost laughable. And yet it wasn't! That short little cock combined with the knowledge of who Vance was and what extravagant sexual desires he had - was also terrifying. Somehow, this whole demeaning session with Vance up to and including this doom-filled minute was more obscene than anything Rosemary had previously been through. It was a nightmare, one she wished desperately she would wake up from.
Yet she had to go through with it, and could only sigh in total despair.
Vance moved up close to the desk and between her legs which were splayed wantonly off the sides; he misinterpreted the sigh as anxious desire.
"Now we're going to do it, Rosemary," he said, coming onto the desk top with his knees and bending down over her voluptuously ripened body to fasten his teeth harshly into the painfully distending nipple of her heaving breast.
Rosemary groaned in anguish, attempting to twist away from the sudden cruel abuse, but his hands - now traveling fast over her squirming thighs and hips - held her down tight. Vance's lips roamed wetly over the milk-white quivering mounds, pausing to suck with more gentleness at the pink stiffened buds at the ends, and this caused a blissful twitch which ran feather-like down to Rosemary's already stimulated vagina below. She did not want to notice it, - especially after the degrading business with the letter-opener - yet she was excited. Her firmly rounded buttocks began a slow impatient grinding and as she twisted them down against the desk she contacted her own secretions which had made the wood warm and slippery.
"You are getting hot," Vance said in a half-moan as his lips traveled erotically over the soft sensitive parts of her pinioned body, his eyes now hard and fixed in the greed of his desire.
Rosemary wanted to say no, to protest this comment that she was hot, but she kept silent for she didn't dare offend Vance or do anything which might prolong the whole humiliating experience.
"I want you to do it like you've never done it before," he moaned. "I want to remember this. I want you to beg and scream for it."
Rosemary lay frozen under the prodding of his abusive words. Yet their lewd overtones did faintly excite her, in her still half-aroused condition. She was fighting; she would not contradict Vance, but now she also fought secretly within herself against the final building surrender which Vance seemed to want.
"Spread your legs wider, Rosemary, I'm going to come in now," he was already grinning in triumph above her.
Trembling - in fear but also in unwilling lewd anticipation - she opened her full white thighs wider apart as commanded. Vance levered anxiously up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting now on her smooth tanned shoulders. He lowered one hand down between their naked bodies and took his lust-thickened cock between his fingers to guide it forward, using the thick rubbery head to slowly separate the full, fleshy lips of the young wife's cunt. Rosemary turned her head to the side for she could not stand to watch, could not bear the sight of his penis touching her defensively open slit. She closed her eyes with a shudder as she felt the soft electrical contact against the sensitive fluted edges of her passion-slick cunt. She drew in her breath and held it for what seemed an eternity, holding it in fear, in mounting desire, not daring even to breathe.
"Ooooooooh," she sighed as she felt now the beginning hard thick pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
Vance grunted heatedly above her, and pushed.
"Aaaaagh," she coughed, as the thick blunted tip slid through, stretching too suddenly the tight rubbery opening until Rosemary felt that her thighs were splitting apart from the expansive outward pressure.
"Not so fast!" she screamed fearfully. "You're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She opened her dark flashing eyes and saw his lust-filled expression as he watched her impalement. He was killing her, and he was enjoying it! That little cock was abnormally thick and he knew it; he knew if he put it in so impatiently fast like that it hurt! Yet already Rosemary was adjusting to it; the thick blood-swollen head was through, indeed it was fully in; and the throbbing cock-shaft which her vaginal opening now tightly clutched was narrower than the monstrous head and more acceptable. As Vance hung motionless above her, now enjoying a slower penetration, Rosemary found her dilating vaginal walls beginning to respond to the heated contact with his lewdly thick instrument. She began to like it!
"I'm sorry I screamed, Vance," she said, adding an insincere "darling."
Her panting torturer advanced another excruciating third of an inch, his muscular frame trembling from the willpower it took to keep from sinking it suddenly into her. Yet he wanted to make her plead first and he knew that soon she would be ready to beg. She was already excited, from the obscene self-abuse he had put her through and from Vance's unexpectedly cruel entry of her cunt.
"It's nice, Vance! Put it in farther, let me have more!"
He rocked slightly above her, instead, pulling it out half an inch, then painfully sliding its thickness back into her warmly throbbing pussy. He increased the pitch of this, never letting more than the rubbery head of his cock inside, and he felt her flex and then relax her tight little ring of vaginal muscle in a growing pleasurable response to his tantalizing rocking.
"Oooooooooh," she mewled. "Uuuuuuummmmmh."
Suddenly the sadistic grin on Vance's face faded and a twisted expression of raw lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this helpless voluptuous woman whom he had so often seen having relations with others spread-eagled desirously beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing into the rich raven-black hair of her waiting pussy.
He had to fuck her - he had to - and quick!
In one motion he fell forward, his muscular weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time and his cock slid into her cuntal softness for the entire remainder of its short throbbing length. Vance grunted like a beast as his sperm-laden balls smacked into the upturned white cheeks of her tightly clenched ass, making it quiver against the desk top.
"Oh God! Oh, ohhhhhhhh, take it easy!" she cried startled beneath him.
It had been so fast and unexpected, and the thing was so damn thick! She really did feel filled, though in fact nearly half of her narrow, clasping vagina was still not reached.
"Oooooh!" she cried. There wasn't one tiny ridge of pulsing skin on it that she could not feel as it pressed against the elastic walls of her tightly clinging vagina, encased in the warm moist sheath like a sword slicing cruelly into its victim's belly.
He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Rosemary, too, lay immobile, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a long period, and then she felt him begin to pump, jerking the hard thick penis out quickly and then slowly and teasingly burrowing it back in, the warm flesh of her cunt gripping the invading shaft and receding before it on the in-strokes in little quivering ripples.
Above the obscene sound of naked flesh against flesh, Vance said, "Like it?"
"Yes," she answered quietly, afraid to offend him, for in fact she still felt fearfully split-open throughout her entire trembling belly.
"Beg, then," he hissed with a coldness Rosemary had never before heard from Vance.
"What?"
"BEG, I said," he repeated with cruel annoyed arrogance.
"I ... I can't," she whimpered beneath him. What did the bastard want? He had her, pitifully skewered by his strange lewd thickness; and he had just made a small collection of full color photographs showing her in various positions of degenerate abuse; what more did he want?
"Beg me to fuck you. Now!" the older man said, at the same time jerking his short hard penis nearly all the way out and then immediately jamming it back in.
"Oooooh, God, don't, don't, I can't," she fought with the last ounce of resistance she could find. Sure she wanted to get out of the circle, but she was not going to sell herself totally to him. Wasn't she allowed any last little bit of pride although he had possessed her body?
"Do what I say," he commanded, his fingers digging cruelly into her soft sloping shoulders.
"Oh, all right," she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Do it to me. Have me. Take me any way you want me!"
"That's not enough. Say fuck me," he insisted.
"Oh, fuck me!" She was so angry she felt ready to burst. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me!" she screamed through her trembling, tightly drawn lips, shamed tears forming in her deep dark eyes as she spat out the obscene words. There was really nothing more she could give now. The sex-group leader had the pictures, he was fucking her, he could determine just when and how she got out of the group; cruel, sadistically inclined Vance had seen and commanded every inch of her defenseless body and moreover he was making her beg for it. What a whore she was! Really, what a whore!
Vance recognized the departure of the last ounce of resistance from the sobbing Rosemary and he pressed his lips down wetly on hers, thrusting his tongue down her throat as he began a slow, regular rocking motion between her white, wide-spread thighs. He could feel her narrow vagina widening with each stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him, her long black hair flailing back and forth on the hard surface of his desk. She was like a live insect being pierced by the collector's pin. Her cuntal softness was so tight and resilient that he could scarcely believe it - and yet, he was personally responsible for its being in such good condition, he had carefully kept the more brutal, and more largely endowed, circle members away from her.
In the entire year's activities she had been fucked a scant twenty times, for Vance had always seen that men went to her for oral satisfaction, and that the two girls in the circle who were avowed lesbians often came to Rosemary and covered her unoccupied and exposed pussy with their licking tongues. He'd saved her, all right. Though she did not know it, he'd saved her. For himself! Yes, how often had he looked forward to this day when at long last he could have her all to himself, unobserved, alone, to fuck her resiliently grasping cunt! In his entire life no girl had ever appealed to him so much as the voluptuous, dark-haired Rosemary.
The naked young wife began involuntarily to react. There was no longer any shred of a reason to fight the lewd flames of desire pulsing through her veins. She had lost the small points of battle with him and even the thought of the coming total surrender before him, and of the obscene photographs he had made, now sent lewd chills running along the base of her spine as she reacted to the slow steady rhythm of Vance's hard, stiffened penis tunneling wetly into her.
Her whole nakedly curvaceous body writhed and flailed beneath him and she groaned now incessantly up into the moist cavern of his mouth, seizing a moment when his prodding tongue relaxed to insert her own deep into his hot mouth. Low hums of servile acceptance - and a still unquenched, unbearable desire - came from deep in her heaving chest, her face twisted with lust, her mouth working, veins on her neck straining out, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out over her entire impassioned body.
Vance lowered both hands down the sides of her body and slipped them under her moving, soft white ass cheeks, taking one firmly in each hand. He recalled how often he had seen her phenomenal buttocks working, clenching and unclenching, in quickening response to the hard lustful thrusts of others. And now it was doing it for him! This day was a dream, really, a gift of providence! He felt her smooth-fleshed buttocks oozing around his trembling fingers as he clenched them more tightly, pulling her cuntal split up harder to him, feeling her long full thighs flaring backward a little more so that her tight wet hole flowered to receive his impaling member without resistance.
Rosemary no longer had any thought but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this man who was fucking her against her will and giving back to him the pleasure he was giving her. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out beneath the sun-bronzed skin as she wantonly writhed beneath him in the intensity of her feeling. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked into his mouth as small velvety sounds of pleasure escaped wetly from deep in her throat. Her hips gyrated in practiced, lust-inciting, obscene circles around his throbbing hardness as she tightened and loosened her buttocks and cuntal muscle to heighten the feeling.
Vance could feel his churning balls slapping against the unprotected crevice of her eagerly upturned buttocks. The noise of this slapping, her animal mewls, and the lewd sound of fucking itself, filled the room. He grinned above her at the thought of further humiliation, sliding his fingers down over the taut, rounded skin of her ass-cheeks where the buttocks separated until he found the small puckered anus nestled so defenselessly below. It was warm and rubbery, and he felt it expanding and contracting with the motions of her heatedly gyrating buttocks pressing against his loins. That her small pink anus was to this day unviolated was also, he reflected, thanks to him. If only Rosemary knew how much he had protected her! How much he had saved her for himself! He pushed his extended middle finger against her tiny rectal opening with a sudden quick movement, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yield slightly before his attack.
"Aaaaaagh!" she gasped at this unexpected outrage against her defenseless little anus.
He thrust harder, taking a pleasure in hearing her mewls of protest.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned louder this time. But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around inside relentlessly, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. His extended middle finger was in past the first knuckle and he slid the adjacent finger in as well, feeling the tight resistance now give way completely as he prodded into the soft warm depths of her rectum.
The deep groans coming from her chest changed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then subsided into the more familiar mewls of pleasure as her virginal anus became slowly accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.
The swap group leader felt triumphant as he felt her begin slowly screwing her rectum back on his sodomizing fingers as he probed them methodically around the warm rubbery depths. She was impaled between his thick throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved unrelentingly up inside her rectum. And now, moaning out her pleasure beneath him, she began squirming and twisting her hips in abandonment under the double ravishment of her excited loins.
He moved his free hand up over the curvature of her smoothly rounded ass to where his cock was pistoning in and out of her cunt. There he saw the soft black hair-lined folds of pussy flesh clasping tight to his impaling white cock, and he could sense their softness pulling and giving with each long hard thrust into her. He fondled the flaring lips of her vagina where he entered her, bringing softer moans of pleasure from her mouth, and at the same instant he felt the ever-widening passage of her wetly throbbing vagina flowering in the desire to swallow and consume his thick pole of lust-hardened flesh. He quickened his thrusts as she thrashed her naked young body passionately beneath him. She was ready to cum, he well knew, and her long lithe legs jerked up on either side of his hips while her ankles locked in a death grip around his back. He ripped his fingers from her rectum, making a wet gushing sound, and pressed her buttocks up tightly and flatly to him, the plane of her throbbing pink vagina now wide-open to the staccato thrusts of his impaling cock.
"Uuuummmmhhhh, oooooooooh," she mewled frantically beneath him. "Uuuuuummmmhhhh." Her face was contorted into a mask of wild straining lust as Vance grunted and groaned and pumped still faster, and suddenly she shivered electrically beneath him.
"Oh God!" Rosemary said, "I'm cumming. Oooooohhh God, I'm cumming. Cumming! Ooooooooh! Uuuuuuuuuummmhh!"
Vance could feel her wildly orgasming cunt open still more around him as warm torrents of her secretions flooded out around his pistoning cock which was thrusting faster, his balls smacking her loudly each time. He wanted to remember this, to remember Rosemary this way, and he savored this sudden torrent of climaxing wetness and his own building passion. Her breath came in short desperate gasps as she tightened the lips of her cunt hungrily around his cock, jerking out the final throes of her orgasm.
Suddenly Vance felt his own white hot sperm gush into her soft quivering belly in wildly jetting pulses, and he too groaned, their orgasmic juices mingling inside the young wife in a wet pool of passionate lust as each continued spasmodically twitching their hips, grinding out the last particle of delicious feeling.
Then the depleted young woman went limp as a fish, her long tanned legs splayed out on the desk, her wavy black hair disheveled, her eyes clenched tightly shut. Vance withdrew his shrunken shaft of male flesh and watched the girl whom he had subdued lying lifelessly on the desk with her matted pussy mound and the desk under her legs wet from their cum. He savored the spectacle of his lewd white sperm seeping from her open vagina. An idea occurred to him: he sprang off the desk, grabbed his camera, and shot a close-up of Rosemary's cum-covered cunt, to record for all time this imprint of his passion. And he was being honest - there was no head in the picture. Only Vance himself would know - know so well - the obscene picture was of Rosemary. Of Rosemary possessed at last!
Another thought occurred to Vance. Though he'd given it good to Rosemary, he knew he didn't possess that much to give. The innermost half of her vagina still remained forever untouched by him. A smile played across his lips.
He rang a bell at his side.
Rosemary, still splayed out in exhaustion on the desk, started at the sound of the bell. What was it for? she wondered; and she was about to sit up on the desk but it was already too late. For Clark - Vance's servant - had already entered the room in response to the bell.
Clark was an enormous, crude, semi-idiot. He glanced first at Vance, and then at the desk - and the sight of the voluptuously naked brunette laying there with her thighs spread glisteningly apart captivated him. Clark advanced across the room toward Rosemary, who raised her eyes to him in abject terror. The idiot walked in a half-crouching position toward the desk, his eyes hungrily drinking in the salacious spectacle of the naked, frightened girl, a hard bulge in his straining pants clearly announcing the state of his desire.
"VANCE! VANCE!" Rosemary screamed at the top of her lungs, well aware now what this lust-incited idiot would proceed to do. She was terrified. She had never bargained for anything like this. "GET HIM AWAY!"
"Easy, Rosemary," Vance said. "He's harmless. He's under my control." A flicker of humor played across his eyes.
"Vance, I won't stand for it! We didn't agree to this! Didn't I give you what you wanted?"
"You did." Vance reflected. "You more than gave it to me. Exceeded my wildest expectations."
"Then get this ugly bastard away!"
Clark, hunching ever-closer to the desk, jerked when he heard Rosemary say "ugly bastard." It had been the wrong thing to say. Clark had feelings, and they had just been hurt. Had Vance not been present in the room as a restraining factor, Clark would have now raped the proud little bitch in as brutal and unfeeling a fashion as it was in his power to do.
"Think it over, Rosemary," Vance said, carefully pulling on his trousers. He proceeded to button his shirt and re-tie his tie, taking occasional glances at her and at Clark who hovered hungrily over her.
"Clark," Vance said, "take off your clothes. Show the girl what you've got. Maybe then she will become more agreeable!"
The huge idiot dropped his trousers and eagerly peeled off his underpants, and to Rosemary it seemed he had a cock the size of a horse's! It jerked menacingly upward with his pulse, straight upward toward the frightened girl, who watched in frozen, wide-eyed terror.
"Now what do you say?" chided Vance.
So this is the depraved sort of thing that turned Vance on, Rosemary thought despite her terror. Watching others do it turned him on, because he did not have much to do it with himself. Well she would foil his little game. She would under no circumstances let herself be touched by that big idiot Clark. His cock was enormous, and the man himself so thoroughly ugly! So frightening! It was just so unfair of Vance, this new, obscene demand.
"Get him away, Vance," Rosemary said. "You've gotten what you wanted. Now give me the films, and I'll go." She twisted on the slippery desk, coming to a sitting position on the end most distant from Clark, trembling from fear and because her naked body was cold.
"Rosemary, my dear," Vance said calmly, "you have to consider the feelings of others. You see that Clark likes you. As a special favor to me, let him fuck you. Then you'll be out of the circle. Then I'll give you the films."
It was too much for Rosemary. Something in her mind snapped at that last. She had been debased to such an extent already in this room, and now this slobbering hulk of a moron was breathing just two feet away from her with his big horse-prick standing up lustfully in front of him. She wanted desperately to get out of the circle; so desperately, she had until now, done everything Vance had asked of her. She'd made herself a whore! She'd begged for it, she'd groaned and screamed and begged for it, she'd given him back every little lewd jerk he'd given her. But to now take this monstrous, foul-smelling Clark? No! No, never under any circumstances! She'd heard of girls who fucked animals, but she was not one of them. And that's what Clark was - as bestial in his sex urges as an animal!
Rosemary, sitting on the edge of the desk and crying, trembled still more. Vance's demand had so enraged her sense of justice that once again she was sunk in her thoughts to the basic, fundamental core of her being - which was so strong she could count on it to pull her out. She was at absolute zero now. She had to act.
As Clark slobbered nearby, and as Vance stood across the room with his confident, possessive smile - certain that Rosemary was very near to capitulating and that it was only a matter of time - Rosemary herself slowly, imperceptibly shifted her weight on the edge of the desk. It took several motions, but then she was ready to spring. She tensed her arms, took a deep breath.
She sprang!
Clark seemed to jerk at the sudden motion, and to lumber slowly after her, but of this she was not sure for her back was to him and Vance as she scurried naked around the room scooping up her clothes. She'd done it! She'd almost done it! Finding her panties and crumpling them under her arm with the rest of her clothes she shot like a bolt straight for the study door - wondering "What did I forget? What did I forget? No time to put on the clothes, don't worry about that. But what did I forget?"
Holy Christ! The car keys! In the purse!
She shot back into the room. And Clark lunged at her, his fingertips just grazing her nakedly rounded buttocks as she jumped away and Clark crashed flat on his face on the floor with a pained groan. Rosemary ran the few remaining steps to her purse, picked it up and started once again for the door. She cast one quick look at Vance and saw that he was laughing, the bastard!
Laughing! She would never forgive him for that! And moreover he was watching her nakedly fleeing body, watching her firmly jiggling buttocks flex and unflex as she ran, watching her full, ripened breasts bounce in uncontrolled abandon. She had no choice but to run naked and he - the bastard - was enjoying watching her!
She leaped over Clark - who was up on his knees now - and flew out of the study already fumbling in her purse for the keys. She found the door out of the mansion and emerged naked, clutching her clothes and purse, into the open air.
She slid into the car, her eyes recording the drop-off at her side, the waves pounding on merciless rocks a hundred feet below, and though she jammed the keys in the ignition she did not immediately start the car. She had to drive away, and very soon, but to do so she had to be in control of herself. Desperate as she was, she had no desire to fly off that cliff. Take care, her mind warned her. Which gear is the car in? Neutral, good. Now start. Now carefully, very carefully, reverse . . . ,