Chapter 8
Don Proctor received his letter in the afternoon, inter-office delivery. He opened it with disinterest, but he read with mounting rage: To Don Proctor, Security Chief Re: Your stupidity The Jack of Hearts Was chasing tarts, But this tart has won . . . !
She's got Northern's number one!
By the time you get this, it'll be too late for you to do anything about it so don't pop your skull! I've just walked out of here with everything on Phil Grey's research project! I want to make it absolutely clear to you that he had nothing whatever to do with it. Leave him alone! He doesn't even know who I am.
Let me jog your memory since I was able to operate in this plant for more than a week. I'm the little redhead in the secretarial pool at the fourth desk in the second row known as Wini Brent. Of course she never existed, but I'm real. You'll find me in your files. There should be a lot of information there, but you didn't check it out... you stupid ass!
Bea Palmer
In a blind rage the security guard rummaged in his filed to come up with a dossier on Bea Palmer who was wanted for a half-dozen or more thefts of industrial research secrets. The information concerning her was for the most part very accurate, describing her as cunning, an able seducer of men and a past master (sic) in gaining access to secret documents.
"Goddam her!" he blurts out.
How in the hell did she get in here . . . and get away with something that important! God! My own job's going to be on the line! I've got to do something... fast! She couldn't have gotten that data by herself. . . she had to have some help!. . . And I'll bet our fair-haired boy himself had something to do with it! That smart-ass was too calm. . . too damn cool when his ass got fired out of this plant. If I get to him . . . I'll be able to get a line on this Palmer woman! That's what I'll do . . . first! And while I'm at it I might as well have some more fun with that smart-ass Grey's wife again! Christ! It's going to be a real pleasure . . . BOTH of them together. . . this time!
Leaving the plant, he drove rapidly to the apartment complex where Phil and Rhoda Grey live. His already deranged mind was seething with a maniacal desire for revenge. The mockery in Bea Palmer's letter rankled him; each passing moment drove him deeper and deeper into a dank morass of dark thoughts and foreboding sadistic plans of what he would do when he had those two in his power. God! He could hardly wait!
The security guard mounted the stairs to the Grey apartment, tested the door, found it unlocked and walked inside, catching Rhoda completely unaware. She was on her knees in the kitchen, her head stuck inside a cupboard; she was busily and energetically engaged in cleaning it.
He came to stand behind her and watched her for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of her beautiful voluptuous body, clad in short-shorts and skimpy halter top as she worked, the muscles of her back rippling smoothly under the white skin, her full rounded buttocks swaying with the rhythm of her scrubbing action. As he watched her, he felt his penis come alive below, rapidly becoming tumescent and hard, jerking up against the confinement of his shorts and pants. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and removed a long deadly switchblade knife. Pressing the button on the side, the blade snicked out with a soft clicking sound, and he stood alert for her to hear and react to it.
Rhoda heard the click and became aware of his presence at the same time; she jerked her head out of the cabinet, attempting to twist and see who the intruder was, a scream beginning to build in her throat as she saw that it was a man; then he clamped a hand quickly over her mouth, stifling the outcry even before it was started. Bringing the knife around before her eyes, he grated into her ear, the threat in his voice unmistakable, "Don't make a sound, Mrs.
Grey ... or I'll carve you like a Christmas turkey!" Instinctively, desperately, she struggled in his grasp. With a quick motion, he slipped the blade down between the mounds of her breasts under the cloth of her halter top; one fast pass of the knife severed the two halves of the garment and her firm white breasts were naked; next he laid the cold steel against the areola of one of the magnificent mounds, the keen edged blade poised to slice into the nipple.
"One more move, bitch .. . and you lose it!" he threatened.
Her horror-stricken and fear-filled eyes looked down to see the sharp knife against her coral-tipped nipple. A shudder of defeat passed through her, and she slumped back against him, sudden hot tears gushed from her baby-blue eyes.
"You ready to do as I say . .. Rhoda baby?"
She moved her head up and down in affirmation.
Don removed his hand from her mouth but left the knife in position. Rhoda uttered no sound; her fear kept her mute.
Don growled, "O.K. - Bitch! I guess you mean it ... " Rhoda collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobs wracking her body, her very soul exposed in the complete helplessness she felt.
Dear God. . . ! Oh my God! Why... ? Why has he come back. . . again!? I thought. . .I'd seen the last of him. . . when Sky drove him away with a gun! Oh Lord. . . I can't stand the thought of this monster touching me . . . again!
Proctor stood over her for a few moments, listening to the broken-hearted sobs before he prodded her with the toe of his shoe.
"All right, that's enough of that. . . ! Get that beautiful ass of yours into the bedroom .. . and get undressed! You and me are going to have a little fucking ... before your husband gets here!"
The forlorn figure of the girl on the floor stirred and rose to a sitting position, pulling the useless cups of her halter over to cover her breasts.
"H-Haven't you done e-enough . .. to m-me ... already ... ?"
"No! Not nearly enough! I've got a real special thing going today ... for both of you! Get going!" he grunted, grabbing her arm to haul her to her feet. "Phil! Phil... ? You're not going to hurt him...?"
"I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch if I have to!"
Pdioda walked toward the bedroom; looking back over her shoulder, she asked, "Why .. . ? What has Phil done... to make you want to ... to commit murder?"
"Why ... ?" Don grunted. "He and that broad he's been playing around with ... just got away with all the data on his research project. She's already cut out... but that smart-assed husband of yours will be coming back here before long... and that's when I'll find out where he was going to meet her!"
"Phil? With another woman .. . !? Oh no! You're wrong... ! He wouldn't do that... to m-me ... !"
"Don't bet on it! Her name's Bea Palmer .. . She's wanted for a half dozen jobs like this! She steals plans and research data ... and sells 'em to other companies that are not too concerned about where she picked them up. She was using the name of Wini Brent... of course, that was just a cover!" he explained.
Rhoda threw herself onto the bed, forsaken, alone, about to be raped again by Don Proctor, her very being shaken to the foundations. Phil - her Phil - was a ... thief and ... an adulterer!
Oh Phil! Phil! What have you done .. . to us? I-I just can't believe it! Phil.. . making love to another woman?... And stealing his project from Northern? Oh God. . . what do I do now? I'm a-alone... and helpless... and I'll have to let this horrible man make love to me . . . again .. . and again! Where does it end?
Don Procter was removing his clothing. It was almost as if he were reading her mind.
He said, "You've had it Rhoda! He's run out on you! ... But don't forget one thing, bitch! You're still nothing but a little whore!"
Whore! Yes! I'm a whore! I'd almost forgotten . . . and I was blaming Phil. .. condemning him . . . for having another woman! How could I do that.. . when Don Proctor has made me what I am! It's so funny. .. so damned funny! Little Rhoda Grey is a whore! Whore! WHORE! Nothing but a goddamned no-good WHORE!
Suddenly she began to laugh-cry, an hysterical, almost depraved laugh, harsh and hard.
"Oh Christ! That's funny! Little Rhoda's a whore ... but the Don of Proctor made her one!"
Then she got off the bed, quickly stripped it of bedspread, blankets and top sheet, whipped off her shorts and panties and lay down again on the bed; spreading her legs obscenely, she began to writhe her hips in salacious sexuality, her hands massaging her breasts, smoothing and cupping around them with studied deliberateness. Don watched her, amazed at her sudden transformation.
"What the hell's gotten into you .. . ?" he asked.
"I'm a whore .. . and you want to fuck me ... don't you?" she said crudely. "If you do .. . come on over here . .. and start licking my . . . my cunt!"
"God! What an act!" he chortled.
"This is no act ... ! I'm just trying to act the part you gave me ... you bastard!"
Coming then to the bed, Proctor climbed on top of her, found her waiting lips and claimed them, snaking his tongue into her mouth, nibbling and sucking on her tongue when she began to joust with his, finally thrusting her tongue back at him deep into his mouth. Meanwhile, his hands were busy on her body, smoothing down along her ribs and belly to her tapering, marble-like thighs; then breaking the oscular contact, he began to slither down her body, his lips trailing, paying homage to her neck and the lobes of her ears, and then his twisted mouth was on her breasts, sucking up the whole areola into his oral cavity, using his tongue and lips to tease the nipples into erect hardness. His hands followed, fingers digging, kneading and smoothing over the perfect hemispheres of them, and they were plastic yet firm, their satiny skin enticing the rising passion in him to greater heights. Moving down, his avid lips kissed her flat belly, his tongue dipping into her navel to tickle and tease.
Don moved now to kneel between her legs. The sight of her coral furrowed pussy as she pulled her knees up then splayed her thighs out far to the side made him gasp, and his penis leaped to rock-hard erectness, the blood surging and throbbing into it. He leaned forward and used his thumbs pressed to either side of her luscious, hair-lined cunt lips, tenderly spreading the vertical mouth until its viscously moist pink sexiness was fully opened to him, the petals of the inner lips flowering open and his mouth twisting into a crooked smile was lewd on his face.
"Goddamn, you're a lovely piece!" he said. "Reminds me of a woman I used to know ..."
Rhoda moaned; her hips moved salaciously, invitingly up at him, the movement erotic, sexual and lewd; likewise he could feel her soft, warm, white inner thighs quivering against the backs of his hands, and he heard her breath gasping deep down in her throat.
"I could care less. .. about your other women!" she breathed. "Right now ... I just want your tongue licking my cunt!"
Her words were like a goad to him, the lewdness coming from her lovely lips elicited a sudden response from him. He lowered his head swiftly and plunged his tongue into her cuntal opening as far as he could, holding the portal open with his thumbs, his lips going inside the inner petals. He stabbed his tongue in and out several times imitating a man's cock moving in her. He felt the erotic shock in her body as he tongue-fucked her, the convulsions of pure sexual pleasure surging through her in waves. Now he moved his Ungual member in circles, pushing outward against the sensitive wet inner walls of her vagina, her hips beginning to buck up against his face rhythmically.
"Christ! That's wonderful...! Rhoda moaned in ecstasy. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Don's alert ears heard it first. Someone had entered the apartment. It was Phil!
"Rhoda . . . ? Rhoda honey ... I'm home ... Where are you?"
Don rolled off the bed and hissed at her, "Don't let out one peep! I've been waiting for this!"
He picked up his pistol and blackjack from the bedside table where he had placed them in preparation for Phil's return to the apartment. Placing himself beside the door, he waited for the unsuspecting young husband to enter the bedroom.
Phil walked in, saw the horror-stricken look on his wife's face as she sat up quickly, and he saw that she had been lying nude on the bed in the instant before Don Proctor raised his blackjack and tapped him lightly behind the ear.
Rhoda's husband crumpled to the floor with a single surprised gasp, "What... ?"
Galvanizing into action, Rhoda attacked! She leaped off the bed, her fingernails clawing at Don's face; the security guard raised his arm again to use the sap but thought better of it, and transferred it to the same hand holding the pistol and struck her a backhand blow, the heavy ring on his finger gouging into the flesh of her jaw, causing a small superficial cut.
She put her hand to her face and felt the warm blood, seeing it then on her hand as she withdrew it, quickly, her eyes widening in new desperate fear. The look on the guard's face - telling her there was more to come if she continued her attack - took all of the fight from her.
"OOOoohh!" she wailed. "You bastard!" "Shut up, bitch! Unless you want more of the same!" he grunted, reaching down to haul Phil's inert form to the ladder-back chair at the work table. When he had Phil seated in the chair, he drew the unconscious man's arms back, threading them over and through the back and using his handcuffs to secure them there; next, the depraved security man went to his ever-present attache case, opened it and removed the wide adhesive tape roll. He used the tape and a handkerchief for a gag; then, removing Phil's shoes and socks, he used long lengths of the tape to bind his ankles to the legs of the chair. Assuring himself that the young husband was securely immobilized, Don grunted his satisfaction.
"There! Hell play hell breaking out of that!"
He turned to Rhoda, his broken face twisted into his version of a lewd smile of triumph.
"When he wakes up ... he's going to see the show of his life!" he chortled.
"W-What do you . .. m-mean ... ?" Rhoda asked, almost knowing the answer already, but dreading to hear it.
"He's going to watch while I fuck you silly ... bitch!"
"Oh! No! You wouldn't. .. ?!"
"Wouldn't I...?" he jeered. "I'll do whatever and any goddamned thing I please! Who's going to stop me .. . him?" he went on, jerking his thumb in Phil's direction. "Not likely ... !"
Oh my God! He's insane! I could never. . . make love while Phil was watching! What can I do. . . ? Oh Lord! What can I do against this monster!?
"I won't do it!"
Don had laid his pistol and blackjack aside while he had worked to secure Phil to the chair. Now, he picked up the weapons and put them again on the bedside table. Going to his jacket, he procured the deadly switchblade knife, snicking it open as he turned to survey her, a malevolent crazed look twisting his face.
"You just keep asking for it . . . don't you . . . ?"
"No! No! Please . .. ! Please . . . put the knife away! I-I'll do whatever .. . you ... s-say ..." she sobbed. The security guard started to put the knife with the pistol and blackjack on the bedside table; suddenly he reconsidered. It might be too risky.
Never can tell... She might flip her gourd. . . and try to use some kind of weapon. It's probably safer to put them on the dresser. Damn! This is going to be fun . . . fucking her while that son-of-a-bitching husband of hers watches!
He placed all three weapons on the dresser and turned back to Rhoda and said, "O.K. Rhoda baby . . . How'd you like to try a little sixty-nine ... for awhile. My cock needs to be brought up!"
Straddling her head, his knees on either side of her face, Don's cock hung down half-flaccid to her lips. God! She hated him! .. . Feared him! She loathed the sight and touch of his genitals. Why should she try to please him ... in everything?
Below, Don buried his face in the soft golden fleece of her loins, the curly golden hair of her pubic mound brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. His tongue went into the top of her exposed vaginal slit, probing for the miniature phallus enshrined there in its soft canopy of flesh. Snake-like, his tongue moved on her to the tip of her clitoris, sliding back and forth across it, and he felt the shudder in her body as the erotic shock of it sparked on her body-mind.
She moaned with tormented delight and raised her head to look down between her proud, erect breasts where her nipples had begun to tingle again, on beyond to her crotch to see his face buried there between her legs, his lips and tongue giving her such a feeling of need. God! It was wonderful!
Now his tongue circled the sensitive head of her clitoris; teasingly and suddenly, he nipped with his teeth, taking the slender organ in his mouth, his tongue playing directly on the tip, causing surging currents of electric sensations along her nerve endings, racing out to her hands and feet and back again, gathering in intensity until it began to discharge, grounding itself in her loins.
God! What he does to me! I can't stand it! I've got to have his cock! I'm going to let him fuck me. . . and I won't be able to help myself! Even if Phil sees me. . . ! Oh God! I won't be able to . . . resist him! Dear God! Am I getting to be nympho ?
"OOooohh!" she moaned, her hips beginning to grind under her as he now began planting wet teasing kisses on her cuntal opening, his tongue flicking eel-like at the closed portal to gain entrance again. Then she felt him using his hands to open the flower of her womanhood, his tongue shooting in and out of her in a rhythmic beat as old as man.
"God Don! That's driving me crazy! Please . . . turn around . . . the right way . . . and fuck me!"
The guard withdrew his head for a moment from the moist warmth of her demanding pussy. He snapped, "Start sucking on my cock ... you little whore!"
She took his now fast enlarging cock in her hand, her lips reaching up to kiss the bloating head; then she moved her hands on the shaft, skinning back the foreskin to reveal the shiny red satin of the head. Her lips encircled and sucked, her tongue wildly trying to split the tiny orifice in the tip of the red cowl. She felt the tremor of excitement in her body as she began to suck energetically, her cheeks hollowing in and out. Slowly, his hips moved, forcing the length of him farther and farther into her throat, tiny ragged edges of her inner lip coming out with the hardened cock on each outstroke, pushing it all back in on the downstroke.
As Rhoda sucked, she became aware of the sensitive flesh inside her mouth; there was something new and strange about it. It was almost a feeling like the feeling in her loins, a definite sexual stimulation. It was pleasant, delightful, the sensations wild in her, and she knew that sucking a man's cock was almost as sexy as being fucked in the cunt.
Christ! I love it! I love to suck cock! I'll never be able to get enough!
Phil Grey began to regain consciousness. From far, far away, he heard voices . .. Yes! It was Rhoda's voice ... and the voice of a man. They were saying words, but his ears would not unscramble the words yet, make them understandable.
Then the young husband thought he heard his wife say . . . "Turn around. . . the right way . . . and fuck me!"
No! That couldn't Rhoda! Where am I? Damn! My head hurts! Let me see. . . ! I came home. . . walked into our bedroom ... Rhoda was on the bed. . . stark naked! She seemed to be scared of something... or somebody! There's a man's voice.. . Who? Where have I heard that voice before. . . ? This afternoon? That's it... The Chief of Security .. . Don Proctor! Don Proctor! God!
His eyes flew open, the vision still fuzzy, but he saw, on the bed, his wife ... and Don Proctor in the classic sixty-nine position. The guard's head was buried in Rhoda's open vagina, and her mouth was filled with his massive cock. God! She was sucking him off! He started to yell. .. scream at them to stop! STOP! ... but no sound escaped him; his mouth was stuffed full of cloth, and he could feel the tape covering his lips.
Son-of-a-bitch! I've got a gag in my mouth!
Phil struggled then to free his arms ... his legs; his muscles strained against his bonds to no avail.
. . . And I'm tied hand and feet. God! I'm completely helpless! I can't do anything! That bastard is fucking my wife in the mouth . . . and I can't do one goddamned thing about it!
Oblivious of the fact that Phil had regained his consciousness, the pair on the bed continued their lascivious display of wanton lust, and Phil could but watch, helpless and seething with rage.
Rhoda was speaking again, her voice strained, choking with passion, "Damn it. .. Don! I want to fuck... now! I've got to have your cock ... in my cunt!"
She used the strength of her arms to push up against his pelvis. He finally relented and rolled from her. He noticed as he came from atop her that Phil seemed to be partially conscious. He said nothing; he wanted this to be a sadistic pleasure of his own!
"Well ...! I see your vocabulary is improving . .. !" he chortled.
Rhoda splayed her thighs widely to each side to accept him as he crawled between her legs, his throbbing, rock-hard prick coming up into contact with her soft fleecy pubic hair. She reached down to between their merging loins and gripped his huge lust-inflated rod of maleness in her tiny hand, guiding it between the lips of her softly pulsating pussy.
With firm pressure he moved his hips against her as quickly she placed the smooth rubbery head at her cuntal opening, the tip of it resting just past the portal. She was ready for his entrance now, and he drove the hardened rod of flesh deep and hard into the female softness of her.
"Oooohh!" she groaned in pain beneath him as he felt the vaginal muscles give way before his vicious onslaught, and his cock raced up into her carnal passage, the warm, elastic inner lining slipping moistly along his length of hardened flesh.
With wild animal-like abandon she clasped him, claimed him and absorbed him to the hilt; his sperm-loaded testicles swinging below slapped resoundingly against the rounded cheeks of her straining upturned buttocks as he rammed his giant cock forward into her throbbing wide-split passage without mercy.
Screaming with the first pain of his forceful sadistic entry as Don's massive rock-hard cudgel struck bottom in her, flicking past the cervix, causing her to screw her hips back and down into the soft mattress to escape the sudden unexpected pain, and her head flailed in uncontrollable frenzy for escape. Rhoda was filled completely with man-cock.
Her husband struggled against his bonds; his voice screamed in silent agony at the sight of his wife's lovely young body pinned under the depraved Don Proctor, his cock slamming into her, impaling her . .. ravishing her. He raged ineffectually, for the spectacle continued before his eyes; they were both oblivious to his presence . . . too absorbed in their lewd coupling to notice him.
If I could get my hands on him. . . I'd strangle him!
As her thrashing head whipped back and forth on the pillow, she caught sight of Phil imprisoned in the chair, struggling to escape, his shoulders straining, the sweat popping out on his face, but it was his eyes, those baleful, fierce burning orbs that arrested her action . . . drew her attention.
Oh my God . . . my God! Phil's come to . . . and he's watching us!
Don stopped momentarily, letting her cuntal walls adjust to his hardened rod of flesh, resting on top of her, his huge thick cock skewering her to the mattress. He flexed his tool deep inside; she opened her thighs wider, involuntarily, as the pleasurable sensations raced in her, the pain of his first entry now replaced by the filling sensation of his massive prick.
"Oooohh!" she moaned, her need growing greater with every passing moment.
She tried to look away from her husband, but his eyes locked with hers. The look in them was horrible to see.
Phil! You'll never understand! I can't stop now. . . ! I've got to have it! I've got to be fucked. . . and fucked until I cum! I want you too, Phil! I want your cock too! Somehow, I'll make it up to you. . . but please try to understand! I can't help myself! I'm being forced to do it! I know it's crazy . . . but I love it! I want to be fucked like this!
With her husband's eyes on her, knowing how wrong it was, being forced against her will to fuck the depraved man whose great cock split her quivering cleft, but wanting it . . . needing it, Rhoda began to move her hips under him - first in tiny circles, tantalizingly changing - after a few moments to longer back and forth movements of her pelvis - her buttocks digging back into the mattress, forcing withdrawal - only to move forward again, her cunt sliding and climbing up his rock-hard rod as she impaled herself wildly, wantonly on the full length of him; finally she moved uncontrollably, her buttocks gyrating and flexing, the muscles straining and hollowing and the smoldering sex sensations were blown to a raging inferno in her loins.
Incredulously, Phil watched her, his struggles subsiding as he saw the wanton salacious way in which she moved, her actions telling him louder than words her obvious enjoyment of her ravishment. He could understand how it might be possible for her to be raped - any man was capable of it and most women would be helpless to stop it - but he could not.. . indeed, would not, understand how his wife could be throwing herself into the act with such wanton abandon. As he watched, he began to realized that she was actually the active partner! His wife was doing the fucking! The man atop her was merely holding himself rigid in her and she moved on him! God!
My sweet demure wife Rhoda .. . ! Goddamn her! She's fucking like a mink! How long has this been going on?. . . How many times has this son-of-a-bitch fucked her?. . . How many other guys have laid her?. . . How many has she sucked off? Come to think of it. . . she's been pretty hot in bed the last week or so . . . letting me kiss her cunt. . . then her sucking me the other night! Christ! She's fucking like a bitch in heat. . . or like a street whore! Yes! Like a goddamned whore!
The thought scorched through his brain; his head spun with the monstrous idea. He wanted to believe that it was impossible .. . that he was watching someone else . . . that it was not really his wife Rhoda who lay on her back in their marriage bed taking another man's cock in her cunt and enjoying it with relish. The evidence before his eyes of course would not allow him to evade the truth. It was his Rhoda!
Bitch! BITCH! BITCH!
The words raced in circles in his mind.
Whore? WHORE! WHORE!
It was a fugue with no stretto or final cadence!
Now working to the top of the quagmire there came to him something familiar. The slithering crawling sensations in his loins, his testicles beginning to be squeezed up tight to his crotch by the scrotal sac, the blood beginning to pound in his veins, being trapped in spongy tumescence as his penis rose, erect, throbbingly alert against the confining trousers. The familiar warmth flowed through him, the need for sexual release growing greater in him. God! How he wanted to fuck her, mount her with his cock in his hand and brutally ram it into her, plunging without mercy, punishingly into the warm depths of her unfaithful cunt.
Goddamn her! If I get loose. . . I'll take care of Proctor first. . . then I'll fuck that little whore until she can't walk! God! I still can't believe it. . . the way she's going after it!
Don Proctor was in a sexual rapture of his own. He felt the urgency in her; the wonderful sensation of her moist, clasping channel moving on and around his shaft was driving him wild. He braced himself on knees and elbows above her thrashing body, her wildly gyrating pelvis driving her hungry cunt up and down the blood-engorged length of his thick cock at will. Her uncontrolled thrusting against him incited him to an attempt to dominate her. He bucked his hips forward a few times on her upstroke, driving the growing head of his sex prong deeper and deeper until he felt he must be crashing through the back wall of her vagina. Goddamn! The little bitch can really fuck!
Then by use of superior strength and position, he began to dominate her, grinding his pelvis forcefully into her, his prick moving with deliberate rhythm in and out of the moist depths of her cunt, making her submit to him, and she strained back at him, finally matching her movements to his so that he pistoned her smoothly with ever-increasing power and speed.
Glancing toward his prisoner, Proctor noted that he was now conscious and was wide-eyedly watching their lewd performance. Sadistically, he ground into the man's wife even more brutally and smiled his horrible grimace over at the bound man.
"Well Grey ... did she ever fuck you ... like this . .. ?" he spat as he gave a particularly hard thrust into Rhoda's squirming pussy.
Phil's eyes cursed him eloquently. He made sounds in his throat and strained against his bonds anew.
You leering bastard! Just let me get my hands on you!
The security guard laughed aloud. "You won't be able to get away ... so enjoy the show! I'll get to you pretty soon! ... And you'd better have some right answers ... pretty boy!"
Christ! I'll bet he already knows about Wini and me . . . and the research data!
The young chemist's mind was in a whirl; he didn't know what... or how much he should tell. Then his mind grappled with another possibility: the Security Chief might torture him to get the information!
God! What a dolt I am! I'm in so deep now . . . I don't know which way to turn!
His wife moaned in ecstasy beneath her ravisher, welcoming his plundering cock, lifting her full rounded ass up to him, arching her back several inches off the mattress to meet his pounding pelvis, her legs scissoring open and closed around his waist as she fucked back at his rampaging prick in the chanting rhythm of sexual ecstasy.
"Fuck me! You bastard! Fuck hard! Pound it into me!" she said, suddenly moaning between clenched teeth.
Her words bit into the cock-thrusting man above her, and he was driven to plunging wildness as he redoubled his efforts, fucking into her with long powerful strokes like a man possessed of the Devil, himself.
Rhoda mewled and moaned, the sounds coming from deep in her throat animalistically, interspersed with sharp, indrawn gasps of pleasure-pain as his giant cock pistoned in and out of her, steady as a machine. She was approaching her climax, her breath came in fitful jerks, the all-consuming passions engulfing her, drowning her in voluptuous ecstasy, and she was filled and fulfilled, the dizzying brink of her orgasm visible but just out of reach as that magnificent stem of hardened lust-filled maleness ravished her soft wildly pulsating loins almost beyond endurance.
She chanted a sexual litany. "Oh! OOoohh!" Oh God! Oh yes! Oh yeesss! Like that! Fuck me hard! Long! Deep! Deep in my cunt! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Faster and faster she chanted to him, wanting . .. demanding her sexual peak, needing it, desiring it but hoping it could go on forever at this high plane ... this level of sexual tension. She could have gone on like that forever! Quickly she rose on the express upward draft of a towering thunderhead where she was tossed to and fro among tremendously brilliant flashes of lightning, a light show of the Gods, produced just for her; then she was on the downdraft, zooming downward with the speed of a diving airplane, the ground rushing up at her, until she was released like a firing Roman candle in a groaning, convulsive orgasm, and she floated down to her bed like down, clasped deeply in the arms of a relaxing euphoria of sexual fulfillment.
Her release came to her on the wings of her scream of ecstasy as Don continued to pound powerfully into her.
"Oh Christ! I'm cumming! I'mmm cccuummmiinnggg! AAAaaaggghhh!"
As Rhoda screamed Don knew that he was almost ready to cum too. He kept his rod moving in her, faster, harder and longer, the sensations growing ever more intense; then he could feel the beginnings of his ejaculation back there behind the root of his cock as his rock-hard flesh fucked into her with the power of a well-tuned machine, the piston of his cock moving in the cylinder of her vagina smoothly. Now his semen-loaded testicles began to jerk, the pumping action of his member siphoning the sperm and jetting it the length of his prick to spew from the nozzle in the lust-filled head into the warm wet clasping depths of her cuntal passage. Suddenly it was there, hosing through him, the white viscid fluid splashing against the coral lining of her pussy while spasms of sheer sexual pleasure shot through his body, concentrating in his loins, the flashing electric jolts shuddering through him in wave after wave of nerve-relaxing sexual satisfaction. His great thick tool of blood-engorged flesh continued to pump for several moments, and he fell, exhausted atop her, panting for breath.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned. "What a goddamned fuck that was! Rhoda baby .. . you really know how to wiggle your ass!"
The security guard raised his head to look at Phil. He grinned crookedly. "Phil... something tells me you've been missing something!" he needled.
Phil glared back at him in helpless frustration. As he had watched his wife being fucked, he had become more and more involved. His erect penis throbbed in his pants, needing release, and he could do nothing about it. The lewd spectacle he had been forced to watch seared into his mind, and he planned in detail what he would do when they were free of this madman. Rhoda was going to be punished for her adultery. He had thought of many different ways in which he would do so, but the humiliation he would put her through would do more to break her, he decided, than any physical torment he could devise.
I'll fix her, goddamn it! She fucked him too good. . . for it to have been a rape!
When Don had spoken to Phil, Rhoda was jolted back to reality. The shame and degradation of what she had just done burst upon her, and her tears were quick and hot. She looked at her husband and saw the look of frustration and anger in his eyes . . . Something else was there too, she decided! It was lust! Phil wanted her! He wanted to fuck her, too! The strange thought came to her: Would Phil share her . . . ? Would he have been willing to be a part of what he had just witnessed, just as Sky and Allen had shared her a few days ago .. . ?
It was a monstrous thought! She was not sure she would ever want it that way.
Oh God! Please. . . help me to make Phil understand!
She said, "Phil, darling ... I love you . . . ! I'll be able to explain . . . this ... to you ... if ... if you'll let me."
His eyes flashed and he wagged his head, emitting inarticulate sounds from his throat. He strained again at his bonds.
"Shut up, bitch! You'll talk when I tell you to .. . !" Don barked at her. He rolled from atop her, his rapidly deflating cock pulling wetly from her flowered pussy.
"As for you ..." he addressed Phil. "I've got some questions to ask you!"
He picked up the knife from the dresser, held it lightly in his hand, picked up a few strands of Rhoda's golden hair and snipped them off clean and neat.
"I'm going to take that gag off... so you can answer ... but you make one peep and I'll slice off one of her breasts .. .just like that! Is that clear ... ?"
Rhoda gasped in horror. She knew that he would do it! "Oooohhh!"
Phil moved his head up and down affirming his understanding, and Don came to him and ripped the tape from his mouth. Phil spat out the handkerchief and roared, "You goddamned little whore!"