Chapter 3
He took the note and envelope, held it over an ash tray, and carefully put a match to it. When the flame first came into contact with the paper, there was a sudden, unusually bright burst of light. It startled him for a second. But then the fire caught and the paper began burning normally. He watched it curl and finally crumble into ashes. He checked his appointment calendar; found no unexpected call or dates, smiled happily to himself and went back down to his car. On the way he found himself again trying to remember exactly what had happened to Mrs. Thayer's. All he really knew was that he felt wonderful and that he would like to have more of the same. His penis moved slightly for the second time and he knew that he would have to resolve what he felt for Mrs. Thayer sexually with his vow not to indulge himself with her further.
The appointment Mrs. Thayer had kept was a most unusual one. It took place in the penthouse of Garden City's largest hotel and was with the most powerful underworld figure in the area Warren Howard.
Warren was a large hulk of a man. He resembled a tackle or a guard on a pro football team more than anything else. He was in his late forties and had clawed and scratched his way up the ladder of The Syndicate the hard way. He'd performed each and any task assigned to him from simple mayhem to bombings of a storekeeper's establisliment who was unwilling to "go along" with the demands that he pay protection, to out and out murder. His reward was a good-sized territory of which Garden City was a part.
Warren was "number one" in Garden City and surrounding territory. It was to him that all the smaller operators of gambling, prostitution and dope peddling paid off. The election of Ralph Doyle had posed a threat to his operations until he and Mrs. Thayer had made contact. Warren, while not even a minor "witch", was a small gnome in the Devil's hierarchy and had immediately welcomed and accepted her help when she had offered it. Howard was merely a cog in the machine of her plan to completely degrade and control the souls of Ralph and Rena Doyle. She needed him and he needed her.
"Mrs. Thayer!" he welcomed her in his booming voice. "Do come in. Siddown. Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?"
"Nothing, thank you," Riva replied, coolly. "I only have a moment. I suppose we could have discussed this on the phone, but somehow I don't trust these modern inventions." She laughed lightly, trying to make the remark a joke. Actually, it was Mrs. Ross whom she did not trust. "Step One in our plan has been accomplished. I have enough evidence on the Mayor to ruin him."
"You're the greatest, Baby," Warren said in frank admiration.
"Don't 'Baby' me, Warren, and remember your place," Riva snapped back.
"Oh. Sorry," Howard said sheepishly. "Don't get excited. I didn't mean no disrespect. It-it's just that I think you're thethe greatest, that's all."
"Now I'm ready for you," Riva told him. "I've made sure that Mrs. Doyle will be at my home tomorrow. I will show her the evidence of her husband's humiliation. She will undoubtedly go into a state of shock. You will be there to 'soothe her injured feelings', if I may put it that way."
"Boy, will I ever 'soothe' her," Howard gloated and whetted his lips. Imagine him, Warren Howard, fucking the Mayor's new uppity young bride.
"I know what you're thinking," Riva interrupted his thoughts, "but don't rush things. I want her thoroughly degraded and humiliated, like her husband. Naturally, a filmed record will be made of the entire proceedings."
"Naturally," Warren agreed. "But just one thing. Don't--don't photograph my face. I-I ain't exactly what you would call uh photogenic."
"I don't need anything more on you, Warren. And I don't think you'd be stupid enough to try to double-cross me. Not if you know what's good for you."
"Me? Double-cross you?" Warren feigned mock horror at the very thought. "Why lady, you and me is partners." He gave a raucous laugh, then broke it off. "Uhain't we?"
"As long as you obey orders and do as you're told. We couldn't care less about your petty vice here on earth. We think in terms of decades of eons."
"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Howard didn't quite know how to react to Mrs. Thayer. Most of the time she sounded like some kind of religious nut: on the wrong side, of course. But with the same zeal he had observed in other religious people. He was not interested or concerned with Mrs. Thayer's zealousness. All he wanted was her help and support. He couldn't afford to have anything happen to his set-up. It would be bad for his standing in "the family".
"Anything you say," he apologized.
"Be at my home promptly at 2:30 tomorrow. Rena Doyle has been invited for 3:00. I may need you to help me set up things and do a few chores."
Howard frowned instinctively, but immediately wiped it from his face. He didn't like being ordered around by this broad, but he had no choice. He was willing to do anything to scandalize the Mayor, and the thought of taking the Mayor's wife that proud little bitch, and fucking the living shit out of her was the most pleasant "chore" he could remember ever having been given. His prick began rumbling around inside his pants. Howard wasn't exactly a handsome man. Actually, he was rather loathsome in appearance despite the fact that he dressed in the height of fashion and did his best to keep his weight down. He was a lumbering ox: the epitome of grossness. Even so, many women had gone for him in the past really been turned on; women he had not paid or forced into submitting. He had one of the largest, longest, thickest cocks that the Devil had ever endowed a man with. He had found, throughout his life, that many women practically swoon at the sight of an unusually large penis. He was an avid subscriber to the magazines that brought "Swingers" and "Mate-swappers" together. He would read the ads and get a hard-on just visualizing the people who had placed them.
"Happily married couple a bit bored with sameness. Want to meet others of similar persuasion. Wife.. . " There followed a description of the wife's measurements. A photograph was usually also included a nude photograph. And then the word: "Husband well endowed."
Husband, well endowed. Warren Howard could certainly qualify in that category.
Mrs. Thayer got to her feet and started out. "At two-thirty tomorrow then. I'm sure you will enjoy the afternoon."
"Oh, me too," Howard blubbered. "Thanks for coming Lil.. . I mean Mrs. Thayer."
Riva swept out of the office in the penthouse regally and went to the elevator. Howard stood for a moment in the doorway and watched her sensuously swaying buttocks. It was going to be fun with Rena Doyle, Warren thought, but I'd give one of my balls just to have a roll in the hay with that way-out bitch. He enjoyed an amateur but he, personally, never got as much out of it as he did with a "pro". And Mrs. Lillian Thayer was certainly a "pro".
When Ralph arrived at his home he found that Rena had prepared a rather special dinner for him. She was a good cook and had gone to great lengths to please him. There was candle light on the table and a chilled, imported wine. His wife was certainly trying, Ralph thought. Maybe some day or night they would manage to have a complete, fully satisfactory sexual relationship.
Warren Howard arrived at Mrs. Thayer's exactly on time. If anything he was a little early. He was admitted by the venerable Mrs. Ross and ushered into the living room.
"Would you care for something to drink, sir?" Mrs. Ross inquired. "Sure. Bourbon on the rocks?"
"Certainly, sir." Mrs. Ross went to prepare the drink. "How gross," she muttered to herself. He reminds me of an animal, she went on thinking. Was there really a woman in the world who could accept and enjoy such a man if he were not powerful and wealthy? Probably, she decided. God makes all kinds and the Devil takes what he needs for His own purpose.
As she returned to Warren with the drink, Mrs. Thayer came down the stairs and also entered the room. "Ah, you're here. Good. Before Mrs. Doyle arrives, I want to brief you on a few things. You can bring your drink."
She turned and went back to the stairs. Warren took his highball from Mrs. Ross and followed her up to the bedroom. " While he sipped the wine and enjoyed the delicious roast she had prepared, he broached the subject of tomorrow's appointment with Mrs. Thayer. He tried to make it sound as casual as he could. "I saw Mrs. Thayer today," he mentioned lightly.
"Oh? How is she?"
"She's fine. Fine. Sheshe's going to head up my Committee on Urban Development."
"That's good."
"She she wants to discuss some things with you. She wants you to come to tea at three o'clock tomorrow." Ralph blurted it out in one sentence.
"What in the world could she possibly want to discuss with me? I was planning on going shopping with.. . " Rena began, but Ralph interrupted her quickly.
"No. No, you've got to keep this appointment."
For a moment, Rena looked at her husband with wide questioning eyes, a little surprised. Ralph seemed so intense.
"I-I mean she made quite a point of it," Ralph continued. "She-she wants to get to know you better. You know what people say," he said lightly, "a man is judged by his wife, darling. I sometimes think I wouldn't have been elected if it hadn't been for you. The people were voting for you as much as for me."
"Oh Ralph, that's silly."
"No, it's not. People do judge men by their wives. Mrs. Thayer can do a lot for us for me. So please keep the appointment with her tomorrow."
"Well, certainly, Ralph, if it means that much to you.
Ralph smiled back at her and relaxed. Now that that was out of the way, he could enjoy the fine food. He took another sip of wine and let it trickle down his throat. Again, he had some vague recollections of the drinks he had enjoyed at Mrs. Thayer's. Could she had put something in them? The next moment he shook off the thought. Ridiculous! Why would she do anything like that?
They finished the meal in relative silence. Ralph retired to the living room and started reading the evening newspaper. In a matter of moments, he dozed off and fell asleep. When Rena finished clearing the table and stacking the dishes she came in and found him. He was snoring. Her shoulders sagged a bit disappointedly. She had hoped that they would have a nice cozy evening together: their first since their return. Then maybe, another chance at getting together in bed. She was selfish, she reprimanded herself. Ralph had had a hard day. She must discipline herself to wait until he was in the right mood. She made a mental promise to herself not to fail him again and went upstairs to the den and watched television until she, too, dozed off in the middle of the "Tonight Show" and didn't stir until the morning's sunlight crept in through the blinds. When she went into the bedroom Ralph was sound asleep. He had evidently awakened, moved to the bedroom, undressed and promptly fallen asleep again. He was still snoring.
"This is where you and she will eventually wind up that is, after she has seen the movies. We'll show those in the den.
Mrs. Thayer went on to point out the two-way mirrors and the copious camera equipment in the corridor that ringed the room. Warren laughed gutturally. He was already beginning to enjoy himself. "Looks like one of those haunted houses in a mystery movie."
"There is no such thing as a haunted house," Mrs. Thayer told him curtly. "Oh! Well, if you say so. You oughta know," he grinned.
"Now remember, use your imagination. I want you to treat her like the cheapest and most common of whores. I'm sure you know what I mean."
"Lady, I know exactly what you mean. Don't worry. You'll get everything you want.
Mrs. Thayer and Warren Howard had already moved to the den when the door chime announced the presence of the young unsuspecting Rena Doyle. Mrs. Thayer glanced at her watch. It was three o'clock p.m. on the dot. Ralph appeared to have his wife under control. Mrs. Thayer nodded at Warren and refilled his cup with tea. There would be no more drinks served this afternoon: not until much later at least. Warren sipped the tepid liquid and tried to concentrate on what was in store for Rena Doyle and himself.
Mrs. Ross opened the door to Rena and promptly led her upstairs to the den. "Mrs. Doyle, Madame," she announced to Mrs. Thayer and Warren.
"My dear! How very nice of you to join us," Mrs. Thayer gushed and rose to greet the young bride. "This is Warren Howard, a good friend of mine. Do sit down, my dear."
Rena took the proffered seat and crossed her legs primly. She was dressed rather warmly for the day and in quite a severe afternoon frock. She had chosen it on purpose. It was of heavy taffeta: brocaded and stiff. The hem length was modest and did not conform to the modern mode. Underneath, she had chosen a fairly confining bra, a full-length panty girdle, panties and a garter belt to support her sheer nylons. Her heels were moderately high but not exaggerated.
Mrs. Thayer surveyed the young woman who sat there so haughtily and could hardly restrain a smirk of contempt. An hour from now, she won't be so proud, The Witch thought. But she only smiled and said, "Won't you join us in some tea?"
"Thank you," Rena answered politely and lowered her eyes. She had caught a glimpse of this Mr. Howard, whoever he was, leering at her: practically undressing her with his eyes. It made her nervous.
Mrs. Thayer poured the tea with a practiced hand, passed it to Rena and went on making small talk that really wasn't so small.
"Mr. Howard is a very influential man in the community. I took the liberty of inviting him also. He can be of great value to Ralph's uh I mean, Mayor Doyle's career. That is, if we can persuade him," she finished with a smile.
"Oh," Rena did her best to turn on a pleasant expression in Warren's direction. "Well, I-I'm sure my husband is grateful for all the support he can get," she said politely. "What business are you in, Mr. Howard?"
"Business?" Warren was taken aback for a fleet instant. Mrs. Thayer filled the breech immediately. "Mr. Howard has many interests: Real Estate, Insurance, Laundries, Cleaning and Dyeing Establisliments just to mention a few.
"I see," Rena sipped her tea. "It's strange we haven't met before."
"Well I-I'm outta town a lot," Warren finally managed to find his tongue as he ran his eyes up and down this outwardly proper and prim broad.
Rena took another sip of tea and then moved the conversation along. She was anxious to know why Mrs. Thayer had insisted that she come over, and even more anxious to leave the place. The whole atmosphere, including Mrs. Thayer and Mrs. Howard gave her the creeps somehow. "Well now, my husband said that you have something to discuss with me. Could we get started? I did have another appointment this afternoon and I.. . "
"Oh of course, my dear. Certainly." As Lillian continued, she began pressing a "control panel" of buttons on the end table near her seat. The draperies came together, blocking out the afternoon sun and a fairly wide, large motion picture screen lowered itself from the ceiling. "I know how much help you have been to Ralph during his campaign, and I'm sure you want to be of even more help to him during his term in office."
"Of course," Rena replied and continued to wonder what the woman was leading up to. A motion picture screen? Why?
Meanwhile, Riva kept up a steady conversational drone. "You are quite young, my dear, if you'll forgive me for saying so, and judging by what 'Red' tells me, fairly inexperienced.
"Red?" Rena thought. No one ever calls Ralph "Red" except some of his old college buddies. First she called him "Ralph," now "Red." Where does she get off, Rena asked herself and tried to bite into the tea almost viciously.
"Youyou and my husband seem to be quite well acquainted," she managed to blurt out as her face flushed and she found herself becoming slightly angry at the older woman's familiarity.
"That we are, Rena. Before we begin our little talk, I thought you'd like to know just how well acquainted we've become. So I've prepared this bit of 'entertainment' for you."
With that, she snapped off the one remaining light in the room and activated the projector. The flickering film ran through its leader for a moment then Ralph appeared on the screen, twice as big as life. It was the point at which Ralph had begun disrobing. He was unbuckling his trousers and had difficulty getting them off over his shoes. Almost falling to the floor, he sat down and yanked at his shoes, throwing them off impatiently. He stood up, removed his trousers and stood there clad only in shorts. The noticeable large bulge under them was quite evident.
Rena sucked in her breath with an audible intake. "Where did you get these? What.. . ? "
"Patience. Patience, my dear. As you can see, no one is forcing your husband to do what he does."
Rena did not want to look. She wanted to turn her face from the screen or better yet, run from the room, but something held her in an hypnotic vise-like grip. She sat and stared while Ralph waited a moment then ripped his shorts off his body, exposing his fully erected penis.
Rena let out another gasp. Even she had never seen her husband stark naked. He had always been in bed when she came into the bedroom, and clothed in pajamas. She hadn't realized what a large organ he had when it was fully extended. And what was causing the erection?
She learned in a fleet moment as the camera panned Ralph to the sofa, and he fell all over himself trying to plant a kiss on Mrs. Thayer's face. Rena reacted again when she saw Riva.
"You!" she hissed.
"I'm sorry, my dear," Riva replied in a whisper, "but it's time you learned that men are gregarious creatures."
Meanwhile Ralph had awkwardly removed his socks and pirouetted as Riva had ordered. My God! Rena's thoughts tumbled wildly. He's a stupid fool a clown. Whatever possessed him?
Rena squirmed in her chair as she saw Ralph bend to the floor and tenderly remove Mrs. Thayer's shoes, take one foot in his hand, massage it and then eagerly begin licking it and sucking her toes.
"Oh my God!" she blurted. She wanted to hide her eyes. She couldn't stand to look. Yet, she couldn't stand not to look at the lewd images of her husband on the screen.
Now Ralph was on the floor, prostrate, licking and sucking the soles of both feet and sticking his tongue into, on and between each toe. A quick close-up lingered briefly on Ralph's extended prick, and the slight bit of cum that oozed from the small tipped opening. Mrs. Ross had done her work well.
Warren Howard divided his time between trying to watch the movie and Rena Doyle. He was relishing her agony as she watched her husband's antics on the screen. He was also enjoying the man's actions. God forbid that he should ever be put under one of Riva's spells.
The film had by now progressed to Ralph's performance as a dog. When Rena saw her husband prancing and sitting up, being led by a dog collar, she began to sob. Riva knew that she had broken completely. She did not want to ply the girl with liquor. She wanted her fully conscious and aware of what she did and what was going to be done to her later. But the woman obviously needed something to prevent her from going into complete hysteria.
As the pictures continued with Ralph undressing her then kissing, licking and sucking her body all over, Riva moved to a side-bar, poured some water into it and emptied a small vial into the clear liquid. It was the combination relaxant-aphrodisiac. She brought it to Rena quickly.
"Here dear, this will make you feel better." Rena took the glass and automatically started to drink. Then she stopped. "What is it?"
"Water, my dear. Just some water."
Rena took a sip cautiously. It was indeed water. At least it tasted like water and nothing else. She drank deeply. Her entire body was burning with humiliation, but still she could not tear her eyes from the screen. Her husband had his head between her legs and was sucking and licking the woman's vagina. Her husband was doing the very thing she had suggested that he do to her and wouldn't. Why? Why? Why?
She saw the woman turn over and watched, horrified and fascinated as Ralph stiffened his tongue and put it into the woman's rectum. She wondered what else her prim, straight-laced husband would do and then saw, as Mrs. Thayer again turned over and shot her cum into Ralph's mouth. She watched him lick, gulp and swallow it. Then for some strange unknown reason her own pussy was becoming hot and irritated. And in spite of her revulsion at the obscene movie before her, she suddenly felt her own hands on her body as she began fondling her own breasts and rubbing her hands over her stomach. The lewd potion was beginning to take effect.
The light on the screen went dark. The distraught young wife thought she would scream in agony partly because of what she had seen, partly because of her own sexual needs. God, she wanted sex now. She had to have it and her drugged mind led her on. If her husband could let himself go like that, why wasn't she entitled to the same privilege and release? Her squirming jerks and movements had worked the heavy dress up over her knees. Now she lifted it still higher and pulled it up over the tops of her hose. The bare flesh between the stockings and panty girdle served to excite Warren fully. The enormous cock inside his trousers was almost fully erected and was getting damned uncomfortable. He began squirming too as he heard Mrs. Thayer's voice.
"I'm sorry, my dear," she was saying soothingly into Rena's ear. "I know this is a great shock to you, but it shouldn't be. Now, tell me the truth. You and your husband haven't had what you would call a really good sexual relationship since your marriage, have you?"
Rena shook her head from side to side and tried to restrain the intense sexual excitement she felt creeping up into her loins.
"Many men are inhibited," Mrs. Thayer went on, "even more inhibited than women. But as you saw, deep inside him, your husband is a wild man, ready and willing to do anything that will satisfy a woman."
Rena nodded and tried to control herself. It was difficult for her to concentrate on what the woman was saying. She herself was so hot, so excited, she felt that if she didn't cum soon she would collapse.
"Unfortunately," Riva went on, "there is this filmed record of your husband's sexual activities. It would be ruinous to his career if anyone ever saw that except us."
"Oh my God, no! You wouldn't!" she turned her face toward Mrs. Thayer and really saw The Witch for the first time. Riva's face was contorted with a smile and expression that would have done credit to The Devil himself. At last Rena saw her as she was and in a fleet second recognized her for what she was.
"Oh no, pleaseplease don't hurt him. I-I'll do anything. Anything!"
"I thought you would, my dear. You are a very sensible and I might add sexy young lady. Mr. Howard will be most happy to oblige. Won't you, Warren?"
Howard was having a large problem restraining himself. He had never been so hot in his life. "Boy, will I ever," he managed to get out.
Riva turned back to Rena. Her voice became like cold steel. "You will obey every instruction given you and do everything you are told. If you don't these motion pictures will be made public."
"No. No, please!"
"Take her into the bedroom!" she ordered Warren curtly.
"Okay, baby, let's go." Warren managed to get himself and his cock up out of the chair. He took Rena by the hand and pulled her relentlessly into the bedroom.
Riva left by another door, entered the corridor and found Mrs. Ross waiting. "Ready?" she asked.
The old one nodded and moistened her lips. Even she was going to enjoy this. It wasn't often that Riva had the privilege of so thoroughly degrading and humiliating two such young tender souls. She glued her eye to a camera and prepared to again make a filmed record of Rena Doyle's fall from grace.
Warren wasted no time on formalities once he had Rena alone in the bedroom. He had even forgotten that the entire incident was being photographed. He sat sprawled on the chaise lounge and began giving the young bride orders.
"Okay doll, let's see the pussy!"
When she hesitated, his voice became rougher. "Come on, come on. Strip!" Rena's hands instinctively went to the zipper behind her dress. She yanked it completely down, eased her arms out of the sleeves and let it drop to the floor.
"Oh Christ, kid, you've got too many clothes on. "Take 'em off, take 'em off," Warren began clapping his hands and chanting in a mock example of the audience at a stag or burlesque show.
Rena's mind was torn between the humiliation she felt at showing her body to this completely strange animalistic man and her desire to protect her husband's reputation, get even with him and satisfy her own desires that permeated her entire body from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She began wiggling out of her panty girdle.
"You mean you women still wear those, those things?" Warren asked lewdly as he watched her pull the heavy elastic down over her hips exposing her panties and the light blonde triangle of pubic hair that barely shone beneath their silken sheerness.
"Come on, baby, faster. I haven't got all day," he urged her and had to turn to one side and adjust his thick prick again as it began jerking.
Rena did her best. She felt herself actually wanting to denude her body before this man. Doing it to save her husband was one thing. Buy why should she actually want to do it? She hastily unhooked the garter belt from her hosiery and let them drop around her legs.
"That's good. That's nice sweetie. Now the bra. Lemme see those big fat tits you've been hidin'! "
With almost studied carefulness, she unclasped the brassiere and let it fall on the floor. Her large firm breasts burst into full view. Warren exhaled sharply in appreciation. His mouth began watering again when he saw the hard pin-pointed nipples jutting out. The potion was doing its work well.
"Come 'ere!" he ordered harshly.
Rena walked toward him slowly, clad now in only the panties, garter belt, stockings and shoes. She caught a glimpse of her swaying, tantalizing body in the four mirrors lining the walls of the room. It was like a kaleidoscopic effect.
"Siddown!" Howard ordered her again and pulled her to his lap. The twin cheeks of her buttocks felt good even through the panties, rubbing against his lust-hardened prick. He cupped both hands around her firm white tits and began kneading them, pausing to twist the nipples: snapping a finger at them to irritate them still more. Then pulling her back, he planted one of his vilest wettest kisses on her mouth. His tongue forced her lips wide as he probed the inside of her palette, her tongue crushing and pressing her breasts at the same time. He held his mouth clamped to hers and began sliding his hands down the sides of her body, over her stomach, past the panties, lingering a moment to press a palm against the blonde hair and then dug a finger through the sheer material into her vagina roughly. She tried to moan and squirm away from the brutality of his handling, but his hands and arms held her torso tightly while his weight on her face pinned her down.
He fumbled for the garter clasps, found them open, reached for the top of her panties and ripped them off in one fast motion. Now the tops of her nylons hung loosely, and the blonde pussy was fully exposed between the opening to her crotch in the garter belt. With another quick move, he released his grip on her mouth, turned her over and began fondling the twin mounds of her smooth white buttocks, gripping her neck and head firmly with the other hand. Her face was buried in his own crotch. He felt her hot breath on his stiff cock even through his trousers. He ran his hand teasingly over each buttock cheek and up and down the warm white crevice, pausing to insert a finger in the tiny anal hole. She moaned again as the rough digit violated the small opening. It only served to excite him more. He screwed and twisted his finger up into her, skewering her firmly.
"Pull down the zipper!" he ordered again. Rena could hardly move. Her arms and hands flayed helplessly.
"Pull it down, I said," Warren repeated in a low animal-like voice. "Pull it down and take it out."
Somehow she managed to raise up sufficiently to get one hand under herself and in the doing, forced Warren's finger further up her ass-hole. It didn't feel quite as painful now that the initial insertion had been made. She could feel her own passion mounting, her cunt becoming moist as she felt for the top of his fly and pulled down the zipper.
"Take it out, baby. Take it out and kiss it."
Warren lifted her body slightly to enable the impaled girl to carry out his orders. With that motion he worked his free hand between her legs and inserted two fingers into her cunt. Now he had her skewered with both hands, front and back. He worked them furiously in opposite directions, finger-fucking and finger-reaming at the same time.
Rena's hand finally found the enormous organ inside Warren's shorts and struggled to release it. Warren shifted from side to side as she worked the member through the opening and brought it into view. It came out with a whoosh and stood waving not two inches from her face. She looked at it with a combination of fascination and horror. She had never seen anything as large not even in medical photographs and books. On the screen, she had thought that her husband's penis was extraordinary, but it was nothing compared with the thick long blood-filled rod that now tickled her lips, her nose and chin.
Warren dug his finger again, suddenly and deeper into her ass-hole and cunt. "Suck it, baby suck it good."
Rena felt a sickening feeling of revulsion engulf her whole being. She had thought of pleasing Ralph in this way if he had wanted it, but this this creature this animal. But she could not refuse even if she wanted to. And the next moment, she didn't want to. All resistance was gone. She closed her mouth over the head, her teeth scraping the thick skin as she went down.
"Easy! Easy you fucking bitch. You bite me again and I'll slap you senseless. I said, 'suck it."
Rena released the pressure slightly, opened her lips a bit and tried to keep her teeth out of the way. Then with a slow sawing motion, up and down, down and up, she began fucking herself in the mouth with Warren's prick. She almost choked, but she kept at it. Her own pussy was dripping by now as Warren worked a third finger into it.
Warren permitted himself a glance into one of the mirrors. Any way or side he looked he could see the helpless girl, lying face down on his lap, sucking his cock, his own fingers and hands torturing her anus and vagina unmercifully.
Behind the two-way mirrors, both Riva and her assistant were enjoying the view as voyeurs. Riva's breath began coming in short gasps as she, herself, began feeling heat creeping up between her legs. "Now strip her," she hissed. "Strip her and fuck her."
Warren could not possibly have heard the instructions inside the bedroom, but almost as if he had, he removed his hands from inside either side of Rena's tenderest parts, shoved her head and mouth deep down on his prick, reaching into the lowest region of her throat he could probe, then yanked her back quickly and literally threw her on the bed. He was a man of enormous strength with thick biceps and heavy muscles. She was like a feather in his arms.
She leaned on her back and just lay there, panting for breath. "Take off the garters and stockings," he commanded, then as a second thought, "and the shoes."
Rena was too weak physically and too far gone passionately to resist any lewd suggestion or order the man gave her. She reached behind herself, undid the garter belt, threw it to the floor, raised her legs, one at a time and pulled off her nylons, kicking her shoes to the floor in the same motion.
Warren at the same moment, had ripped off his coat, shirt, unbuckled his pants, dropped them to the floor and stripped off his shorts. He, too, was now naked, except for his shoes and socks. He moved to the foot of the bed as Rena had raised her legs to remove her hosiery, exposing the pink moist slit of her vagina to the full expanse of his view.
"That's it you bitch. Hold it, right like that."
Rena paused, feet in the air, legs apart, and watched horrified, as Warren climbed between her legs and over her, his cock rubbing over the wet flesh of her opened vagina. Her clitoris had emerged, hung loose at the top of the thin hair-lined slit and throbbed.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, you cunt, like you ain't never been fucked before," Warren grunted hoarsely as he took the thick head in his hand and guided it toward the soft fleshy flanges.
"Oh God! Please-please don't hurt me," Rena found herself begging. She couldn't take it. She just couldn't imagine herself filled with that enormous monster. It had been all she could do to get her mouth and lips around it. How could she take it in her small, tight vagina. He would kill her. She knew it. Yet, she wanted it. She could not contain the longing and passion she felt. It was halfway the potion and half the frustration she remembered when she had tried to have "normal" intercourse with her husband.
"Hurt you? You'll love it!" Warren responded. "Tell me how much you love it!"
"I-I love it," she whispered.
"Can't hear you. Tell me, cunt. Say 'fuck me.'"
"I can't," Rena buried her face in her hands.
"Oh yes you can." Warren pressed forward and shoved. Moist and wet and ready as she was, the young girl's opening could not fully accommodate a penis the size of Warren's. He wormed half of it into her and she screamed, "Aaauugghh!"
"Say it, say it!" Warren kept gurgling and inched the great cock inside still further."
"Oh God, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
"Say please!"
"Please fuck me! Oh God. Aaauughh!"
Rena thought she would faint as Warren gave one last buttock jarring heave and shoved his cock into her up to the hilt. His balls flapped hard against her ass and made lewd contact. He had cruelly lifted her legs higher and higher wider and wider forcing them back against her breasts and face. She was rolled up now in a tight little ball. Warren reached his hands toward her ass again and grabbed both cheeks. He pressed her in close and began a slow, rocking rhythmic motion. Slowly, one hand went to her exposed clit above his prick, the other returned to the pink anal hole. Without regard for her pain and hurt, he shoved in two fingers at once and impaled her again from front and rear. The girl was helpless under him. Great tears welled in her eyes, but this only infuriated him.
"Stop crying, you silly bitch," and he clamped his mouth to hers and completed her humiliation with his tongue.
Rena could not contain herself. The combination cock, finger, tongue was too much. Her entire body rose up to meet each thrust. She met fuck for fuck and began pounding her cunt and ass against a man she wouldn't have spit on an hour ago. A great shudder ran through her entire body. It was as if the top of her head had suddenly been dismembered.
"Auuaaggh! Christ! I'm cumming. I'm cummmmiinngg!" And she gave hungering naked loins completely to the human animal who was sunk deep inside her tight quivering little belly.
The cries, moans and sudden eruption of the new bride was more than Warren could stand. He had wanted to hold off: fuck her in the mouth again, maybe in the ass, but he couldn't. Despite his control, he suddenly jerked, yelled and shot a hot jet of boiling cum deep into her quivering cunt.
"Great, baby, great," he grunted and shoved against her a final time. He lay still for a moment, his large frame completely engulfing her.
Inside the corridor Riva was hissing again. "Get up. Get up so we can see her laying there."
Warren wearily pulled himself out of Rena's vagina. He was spent and so was his penis. It was still large, even when deflated. It hung like a wild dejected thing, still oozing cum. He back off from the bed, thus giving the cameras an opportunity to photograph every inch of Rena's violated body. Her lovely blonde pubic hair glistened, partially with her own cum, partially with her own cum, partially with what the brutish like man had ejaculated into her. Her legs were still spread obscenely apart as if she hadn't the strength left to close them. Mrs. Ross panned and tilted the camera slowly, taking in every inch of the girl's condition.
"Now the bathroom," Riva hissed again.
Warren had started into the bathroom but stopped with a sudden thought. Mrs. Thayer's mental telepathic influence was reaching him. He turned back and snarled at the pitiful figure on the bed. "Get up!" he ordered. "What?"
"I said, 'get up," Warren repeated. "Come with me."
Rena slowly lowered her legs and wearily rolled off the bed and got to her feet. She half-stumbled toward Warren and followed him into the bathroom.
Warren went to the wash-basin. He happened to land at the one marked "Hers." He dangled his prick over the edge and put his hand on Rena's back, rubbing his fingers up and down and again tickling her.
"Wash it off," he told her.
Rena took the giant organ (even in repose), picked it up gently in her hands, turned on the water, soaped her hands and began stroking and washing it while Warren continued playing with her back, her smooth rounded buttocks and her tits. God! he thought, if she keeps this up long enough, I'll be ready again.
She rinsed the prick carefully, took a large towel and dried it. "Good. Good girl," he told her. "You learn fast." For a minute, he wondered if Mrs. Thayer would like him to piss in the girl's face. He felt the urge to urinate. But he reconsidered and restrained himself. All that could come later when Mrs. Thayer's purpose had been served and she turned the lovely young creature completely over to him. What a whore she was going to make. All she needed was a little more experience.
"Okay," he grunted and left her alone to clean herself up as best she could. He returned to the bedroom and put his clothes on. Riva was waiting for him. "Okay?" he asked.
"Very good, Warren," The Witch replied. "You can go now. Leave her to me."
Warren finished dressing hastily and started out. Then he turned with another thought. "I-I will get another crack at her, won't I?"
"Oh, indubitably," Riva replied. "And when you finish, there can always be a reward for your--your assistants?"
Warren stopped at the door. It hadn't occurred to him. He laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, wouldn't that be something. A gang fuck with the Mayor's wife! They won't believe it!"
"I'll arrange it," Riva assured him and waved him out. She went to the bathroom, opened the door unceremoniously with no consideration for any privacy and looked at Rena who was sitting on the toilet stool.
"Very good, my dear. You performed admirably. I think that you and your husband and I understand each other. I will let you know when I require your services again."
With that she closed the door and left the room.
Rena spent at least an hour in the bathroom trying to scrub the uncleanness she felt from her body, but it was no use. The potion was beginning to wear off, but its side effects remained. Despite her revulsions, she could not help admitting that she had been satisfied sexually for the first time in her life. But the way it had been done was too much. How would she face Ralph? What would she tell him? Then she remembered the films of him that she had seen. He had some explaining to do too. After all, he didn't know about her. She did know about him. Unless.. . ? A horrible thought crossed her mind. What if what if Mrs. Thayer had taken movies of her performance too?
Mrs. Ross was, at the moment, in the process of developing them even as a dejected and confused young Rena Doyle went downstairs and left the house.