Chapter 12
Claudine Brooks lay there, bound and naked, and watched the huge man called Caballo crawl painfully toward her, his glittering knife clutched in his fingers and his eyes on her shuddering breasts.
She was helpless. She could not even yell. Her throat was tightened up with terror.
He came closer and closer.
I'm going to die, she thought helplessly, and the worst part of it, in her new awareness, was that she'd never be able to prove to David what a sexy woman she was.
Caballo inched closer. He was no more than a foot away. She stared at him as if hypnotized, like a rabbit fascinated by the glaring eyes and weaving head of a great snake-that would soon kill it.
Then David Brooks came through the doorway, took in the entire scene in one swift glance, and bent to pick up Edmunto's pistol. He fired its remaining slugs into Caballo's back. The huge man's body jerked, his eyes bulged, then closed, then opened again-and rolled loosely. Then he sagged, and this time there was no doubt that he was dead.
Claudine began sobbing as David came over and kissed her. He worked fruitlessly at the ropes binding her wrists together behind her back.
"Oh-David, David, oh, darling," she kept saying, watching as he cursed, then forced the knife out of Caballo's fist and used it to cut the ropes off her wrists. Then he remembered to ask her if she were all right.
"Yes, yes, oh yes, darling, I'm all right now," she said, shivering as she rose and plastered her naked body against him. His safari shirt and belt buckle and whipcord pants seemed like silk against her skin. She held him very tightly, and when he at last loosened her grip enough to turn up her face and kiss her, she surprised him by trying to run her tongue down his throat. It was a long kiss, and both of them were panting when he broke it.
He gazed at her with a look of surprise, lack of understanding, and, she saw clearly and with delight, lust. She ran her hands down his back and onto his trousered buttocks.
"Let-let me check this bunch," he said tightly.
She stayed close to him, not looking at the bodies he examined, one by one.
He straightened slowly and slid an arm around her.
"Jesus," he whispered, "what a carnage. They're all dead-Juan, and Estrelita, and poor Morgana . . . Herrera, and all three of his henchmen, and . . . and George Buchanan." He shook his head. "He wouldn't wait," he murmured. "He just wouldn't wait. I started out the moment he hung up, but he was closer."
She didn't know what he was talking about, but she did know what she wanted. What she needed. She held him tightly.
"David."
"I've ... I brought your raincoat, Claudine. It's outside in the car."
"David."
"Maybe we should call the police," he said thoughtfully, "but, surely to God, Martinez can understand why we wouldn't want to wait here for him and his men!"
"David!"
His arm tightened around her supple, naked waist. "Yes, yes, baby, my poor baby."
She blinked and a little shiver went through her. It brought with it a tremor of rising passion she knew she would feel thousands, millions of times in the future. He hadn't called her "baby" since a month after their marriage. She had let him know she didn't like it. Now it sounded-beautiful. Warm. It made her feel very female and very much his.
He looked questioningly down at her. She had, after all, said his name three times.
She met his eyes. "Fuck me," she said quietly.
His eyes widened and then he blinked in surprise. His hand tightened on her waist, then loosened.
With a little twisting movement, she slipped out of the cradle of his arm and stepped back. She swept her hair back off her shoulders with a careless push. Then she gazed straight into his eyes.
"Doesn't the sight of me naked make your prick tingle, darling?" she asked. Suddenly her hands moved again, this time cupping her bare breasts from beneath and lifting their pale masses so that they swelled teasingly at him. Her eyes dropped; she saw the movement in the front of his tan whipcords, and she wanted to laugh delightedly. Instead, she said: "Yes, oh yes, David darling, please fuck me -now!"
"Clau-" He glanced around. "This place is -is full of bodies!"
"And the whip they beat me with, and the knife he was going to use to cut off my-my tits-" she let him see her squeeze them, forcibly-"and the smell of semen where they raped me."
His face took on a look of pain and he closed his eyes tightly. "Claudine . . ."
She slammed herself against him and her arms wound around his body. Her voice was an urgent, throaty sound of pleading.
"Yes, yes, oh, darling, they whipped me and tied me and spanked me and raped me and raped me, and you came and saved me from- him, and I want you! I want you to fuck me- I want you to rape me! I want you to stick your beautiful cock up m-my pussy ... up my ass . . . anywhere, darling, darling, just fuck me. I need it, please "
"Jesus Christ, Claudine!"
David broke.
Shuddering all over, he shoved her back onto the rumpled bed of her ravishing and was tearing open his fly even as she hit the twisted, ridged, semen-stained sheets and bounced. Her legs flew wide and her cry was one of both shock and delight. She sighed when she saw his cock come whipping out of his pants, and she saw that it was hard and long and thick with need for her. She kept her legs open.
She groaned aloud when he fell upon her, clothed, and rammed three times with his cock, desperately, hurting the soft-spread lips of her cunt and making both of them groan. Then the silky thickness of its swollen glans found the slit between those soft yielding sex lips and hurled them apart.
He rammed his fully clad body forward into her. He filled the hungry hole of her moist cunt with slippery cock in one gasping, slamming plunge. She grunted in mingled delight and pain and her arms swung around him.
His belt buckle slapped the soft round slope of her belly and shoved her slippery twat lips back into her as his poling prick plunged in and in, deeper and deeper into the wet inner sinews of her seething pussy.
"Ah-AH-ahhhghh-oh, oh yes-ah, ah- fuck me, oh, fuck me hard, darling darling DARLING!"
His belt buckle hurt her. His shirt was rough on her naked flesh and the buttons of its flapped pockets dug and gouged into her naked breasts. The whipcord pants were like sandpaper against the silky inner curves of her thighs as he pushed and pounded into her flowing pussy. It all hurt.
And it all raised her swiftly into a state of pure lust.
She moved beneath him like a crushed cat, writhing and jerking and pushing jarringly up to him. Her arms found his neck, wrapped around it, and pulled him down so that his harsh shirt and pocket buttons crushed into the soft whiteness of her aching tits.
He sank his penis steadily and deeply into her until incoherent words escaped her gulping throat and her head flailed.
Thickly, his cunt-gluttonous tool bored into the steamy cleft, carrying his ravenous sexual hunger into her and feeding her own. She thrashed beneath him in sheer voluptuous joy.
He was filling her terribly hard and full, hurting her thighs and tits and belly, and she could feel his zipper track gouging at her clitoris. It throbbed and seemed to sing a song of lust between the wide-hurled cunt lips forced so wide around his deep-fucking shaft. He stroked her inner membranes with the entire length of his manly weapon, making her throb and vibrate on the delicious hot hole he pumped so wildly.
She felt so warm, so blissfully secure beneath his drumming body. This was her man. Sure, she needed cock in her-but this was the cock of the person she needed in her. This was totally different from the frequent carnal couplings she'd been forced into with her three captors. This man she loved.
This man, she thought, I drove into the arms of a mistress-because I was a princess in a self-contained ice palace. Well-never again! I'll keep him so busy there won't be anything in him for anybody else! I'll keep him fucked out!
She hunched and began scrubbing her clitoris painfully against his zipper as his prick pummeled in and out of her juicy gash. It hurt. Her clit would be sore tomorrow, and all red. She hoped she didn't cut it, break the flesh so that it would be too tender. But-meanwhile ... this was necessary. She had to rub it against his zipper, hard. She had to come!
So she rubbed her love button against the harsh metal teeth of his zipper, and he stroked and pounded and skewered her clasping pussy, and lust and the sweet, painful excitation of her clit drove her into a state of nervous frenzy, sexual frenzy, and he raised his body on his palms to stare down at her head tossing, jerking from side to side, her deeply flushed face and staring eyes and contorting face, and then for the first time he felt his woman contracting inwardly all around his cock, and he heard her scream out as he balled her, and he knew that she was coming.
That was quite enough to tip him over the edge. His balls started ramming semen up the gun of his cock so that it shot out into her in a spurting flood.