Chapter Four
"It's damned hard to believe that you'd do a thing like that," George
said grimly, an exaggerated expression of disgust on his face as he
glowered at the terrified girl standing a few feet away from the bed,
"but if Braun says he caught you peeping at us from the doorway, it's
got to be the truth."
"How could you, Nadalee, after we've been so good to you and your
husband?" Dolores frowned, wagging her head back and forth in mock
disgust even as she choked back the burst of laughter rising to her
throat. Suppressing herself, she added, "It's a serious matter, you
know, and we could send you to jail for what you were doing ... while
you were supposed to be working!"
"That's true," George agreed. "If it weren't for Braun, maybe we never
would've known what kind of girl you really are."
"Yeah, I caught her, didn't I?" the imbecile slobbered, his crushing
grip on Nadalee's arm tightening as he grinned proudly at the
Blackwells. "She's a bad girl, ain't she? She's bad because she was
playin' with herself."
"What do you mean, Braun? What was she doing?" George asked
immediately, barely able to conceal the sudden excitement he felt as he
considered the remark.
"She was rubbin' herself down there, Mr. Blackwell. She had her hand
there under her dress," Braun answered, pointing an accusing finger at
the well-defined vee where Nadalee's creamy thighs joined under the
tightly clinging skirt of the bright red dress she wore.
"My God, did you hear that, Dolores!" George exclaimed, the tone of his
voice one of manufactured indignation. "Our innocent-looking young maid
was not only watching us make love, she was masturbating too!"
Nadalee stood silently, stiffening occasionally as her honor was
slashed to pieces by the others.... But what could she do? How could
she possibly defend herself against them? Every torturing accusation
was true? she thought blackly, and there was no way to soften the
harshness of those truths.
"I caught her lookin' at my prick too, Mr. Blackwell. She was lookin'
at it for a long time," Braun suddenly boomed, his announcement causing
his employers to gasp. The bald half-wit's ugly misshapen face almost
glowed with gleeful pride when he saw George give him a little smile of
approval. The servant seldom received anything but verbal abuse from
the Blackwells and he had long ago come to expect nothing else from
them. But for some reason altogether beyond his comprehension, it
seemed to him that they prized everything he said this afternoon.
"Well, Dolores, I suppose that settles the matter," George said with a
note of finality, his deep voice uncommonly mellow and tinged with a
note of sympathy that the crestfallen young beauty failed to detect was
phony.
"I guess there's nothing else we can do," the blonde sighed, her gaze
swerving abruptly to take in Nadalee's still-trembling form beside
Braun. She saw with a sense of satisfied delight that the curvaceous
youth's flawlessly lovely face gave clear evidence of the war of
conflicting emotions that raged within her, her tortured expression a
strange mixture of anxiety and distressing humiliation. By God, George
never fails! Dolores thought with elation. Reviewing what had happened
so far, she realized that everything was working perfectly and in
accord with her husband's clever plan to bring the sexy-looking little
bitch around to their way of thinking ... at least as far as sex was
concerned.
"Now, as much as I dread it, I guess we'd better call Newton up here
and tell him all about your behavior at the doorway, my dear.
Naturally, he should know about how you nearly seduced Braun, a poor
feeble-minded moron who would probably let you have your way with him,"
George said sternly, his voice becoming gruffer by the moment. "I think
it's only fair that we explain to him how his own wife was caught
masturbating herself as she peeped at her employers making love in what
they thought was the privacy of one of their own bedrooms."
"It's a crying shame, of course, but it's our responsibility, darling,"
Dolores consoled softly, pretending to show sympathy for her broad-
shouldered giant of a husband because of the distaste he feigned about
facing Newton with the report on Nadalee's shocking immorality. "I only
hope that our unpleasant news doesn't completely destroy him.... He's
devoutly religious, you know," she said to George confidingly, "not to
mention the fact that he's extremely sensitive when it comes to
marriage and decency."
"Yes, I know, because I've had a few discussions with him in the tool
shack and heard him talk about how a good wife should behave.... And
he's always excited about this great dream he has of owning a farm
someday," George informed, the former gruffness in his voice suddenly
softening to a quiet tone of counterfeit sentimentality. The big man
lowered his eyes then to gaze pensively down at the bed in a pretense
of brooding regret. His talent as an actor might not work on the stage,
he grinned inwardly, but the juicy young redhead standing with Braun
seemed to be pretty damned well convinced by the performance he was
giving now, sitting naked on the bed.
"Listen, this is something that I'm sure we both agree ought to be
done," the naked blonde chimed in, her lush white breasts swaying
slightly as she rocked forward a little on her haunches, the upturned
palms of both hands extending outward toward him to emphasize their
lack of choice in the matter. "I know decisions like this aren't easy
to make, darling, but don't forget that we'll be stranded without
anyone but John for awhile and that won't be very easy, either."
"Dammit, baby, I just can't help myself," George objected, grimacing in
disgust as he lifted his eyes to glower at Nadalee for a moment. "I
despise even the thought of having to tell Newton that he's fired from
a good-paying job, a job he likes, because of his wife's perverted way
of entertaining herself during working hours. I'm afraid this girl's
poor husband will lose a damned sight more than his position, though,
because only yesterday I telephoned our San Francisco bank and made
arrangements for the deposit of a healthy chunk of cash in a savings
account I opened for them.... You see, I'd been thinking of the farm."
"It's really sad that little Nadalee here can't behave, isn't it?" the
voluptuous blonde said, wagging her finger at the cowering girl like a
mother punishing a naughty child by shaming it. "Well, George, I guess
she's left you with no alternative but to cancel the account the very
first thing tomorrow morning."
"You're goddamned right, baby! All I've got to do is get on the
telephone with Joe Samuels, the president of the bank himself, and I
can promise you that the account will be dead within twenty minutes-
just as dead as the only real chance that Newton will probably ever
have to buy his dream farm," George rasped peevishly, a bitter sneer
twisting his lips and intensifying the look of sternness that naturally
characterized the expression on his face. He paused for a moment,
thinking, then continued less harshly, "Jesus, it really does seem
rotten of me, though, to hit a nice hard-working guy like Newton with
such a terrible disappointment this way ... so soon."
"No, you mustn't blame yourself, George, because it won't be rotten of
you and Newton won't feel any terrible disappointment, none at all, not
when he doesn't know a thing about the money in the bank or even that
you opened a savings account in his name," Dolores corrected smoothly,
her tone solacingly soft and gentle in an outward show of concern for
him. Then, in a more matter-of-fact voice, she added, "Besides, she
obviously excites Braun so much that he's always frustrated, always
walking around the house feeling angry and hurt because he doesn't
realize that she's something he can't have ... even though he caught
her spying on us. And even if that problem with Braun could be solved
somehow, there's no reason to worry about having to fire them and take
back the farm money. He'll understand why you're letting them go,
anyway, and he won't know about the big opportunity that his wife is
causing him to lose."
She lifted her eyes slightly away from the piteous sight of Nadalee's
wildly quavering body to glance at her silver-haired cohort in sexual
blackmail, the blonde's mask of seriousness fading and the faint trace
of a grin shaping her mouth when she saw George's face. With his head
sagging downward and his chin resting high up on his chest, he
pretended to be thinking again, profoundly, frowning gloomily as though
whatever was on his mind filled him with sorrow and resentment. It was
true, Dolores decided admiringly, that the man was an absolute genius
when it came to manipulating people, leading and forcing them into
compromising situations, positions in which others could not help but
fill the pair's mutual need for entertaining distractions from the
boredom of wealth. She loved this strangely exciting blackmail sport
her husband had taught her and never failed to be astonished by his
wonderful talent for creating an entirely different set of rules for
each new game they played at someone else's expense. She also adored
the agreement they had that allowed them to swing with other sex
partners, together or apart if necessary when the other lovers they
found for themselves were either too shy or afraid to perform right out
in the open. She was grateful to George for salvaging her from the
dreary predictable life she had led as a model in the best salons in
New York City and she was always willing to go along with his marvelous
schemes.
"Well, even though this mess seems harmless to you," he grumbled
sullenly after a long silence, "this is one time you're wrong ...
because it's worse than you think."
"But how can I be wrong?" Dolores wondered, puckering her lips in a
forged pout of mild abashment and enjoying the sense of pride she felt
in her ability to pounce on his cues and give the right replies and
responses back to him. "There's just no way that Newton can be
heartbroken over losing a chance he'll never know he had. It's a cinch
that our darling Nadalee won't risk telling him, especially not after
he hears how her sluttish behavior cost them their jobs. There's no one
else around here to tell him ... who even knows ... and I certainly
won't ever say anything to upset him more. So don't work yourself up so
much, darling, because there's nothing to worry about ... at least not
as far as that's concerned."
"Hell, I might as well break the grim news to you now," George began
solemnly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his
feet slowly with a grave look on his face. "Newton knows all about the
farm fund I started yesterday ... about the account in his name,
everything."
"Oh God, I'm so ... so sorry," Dolores lamented, "but how did he find
out?"
"I hate to admit it, God knows, but I told him early this morning,"
George announced, feigning regret and pausing for a moment to let his
words sink into Nadalee's dazed mind. "Just as always, he came up to
get some logs burning in the dining room fireplace, and since I was
downstairs, I figured it would start his day out right to give him the
good tidings. He got so excited he actually swore a few times and then
he made me promise not to say a word about it to anyone. He wanted to
keep it a secret from his sweet wife until he thought it was time to,
start looking around for a place ... then he would surprise her."
"It's so pitiful," Dolores said, sympathizing, "and now I understand
your concern for him."
"You'd understand how rotten and sad it is, baby, if you'd seen him
leaving to go back to their cottage for his breakfast," George said,
shaking his head. "He must've felt ten feet tall when he headed for the
kitchen door, swaggering and whistling like someone without a worry in
the world."
Then, easing his great bull-like body a few steps backward, George
cocked his head and eyed the girl still standing next to Braun,
delighting in the visible effects of the sadistic torture they were
inflicting on her. The thrillingly beautiful young wife's eyes were
tightly shut, her face bloodless and white, and she clenched her lower
lip between her teeth to keep them from chattering. Christ, he thought,
he could hardly wait to watch the show he was sure now would take place
in a few minutes. It was all he could do to keep from giving the bald
idiot the signal to throw Nadalee Parker on the bed and take her at
will, but George wanted to punish her and force the young helpless wife
of his hired hand to beg him for mercy. He knew that she was helpless
and utterly confused now, ready to make a bargain with him ... even
though she was fated to lose her proud innocence in the deal and little
realized that there were no terms he and Dolores would accept other
than theirs.
"All right, there's no sense putting it off," George broke in, "so we
might as well get dressed and go down to have our little talk with
Newton."
"Please ... please don't tell him anything," Nadalee implored, her
voice a meek trickle of sound as she spoke for the first time since
entering the bedroom.
"It's got to be done," he insisted with a hint of callousness, despite
the tears beginning to streak her pale cheeks.
"No, please, Mr. Blackwell ... don't do this to him," Nadalee entreated
again, her tone still whispery and distant as more tears spilled from
her eyes.
"Why not, you little whore, why shouldn't we tell the poor bastard that
you're both being fired! Why shouldn't he know about the farm fund he
lost! A man should be told why, you know, when it's because he's
married to a female Peeping Tom who plays with herself and teases a
poor helpless moron!" George barked, brutally spitting out the words
with explosive force as he waited indignantly for the wincing young
maid to attempt an answer.
George's every accusing word was a separate blast of pulverizing shock
to Nadalee. She could feel her knees weakening even more and her body
was sticky with sweat, a cold perspiration that seeped from her skin as
she stood there swaying before him, fighting her impulse to scream
hysterically.... Nothing made any sense at all, she thought vaguely,
remembering dimly how happy she had been that morning with Newton and
later walking along the trail, so magnificently happy, and now it
seemed that she was sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of misery
and shame from which she could not escape without half killing Newton.
She knew her pious young husband well enough to realize that he would
never listen to any excuse she might make for her behavior ... if she
were lucky enough to even think up an excuse ... and that he would
readily accept a man's word over hers, particularly when that man was
their employer and someone like George Blackwell. Despite his being
hard to live with sometimes, she loved Newton and would do anything in
her power to keep from losing him.
"What's wrong, don't you have anything to say, my dear?" George asked
caustically, a taunting glitter in his cold dark eyes as he glared at
his victim. She looked so pure and untouched, he mused fiendishly, his
impatience growing by leaps and bounds. "Aren't you ashamed of
yourself?"
"Oh yes, yes ... I'm so ashamed," she heard herself say, wetting her
lips before adding, "and I'll do anything, sir, if you won't tell
him.... Anything! I'll work extra hours and I promise to never do what
I did again, I swear it!"
"Promises aren't enough, not nearly enough," Dolores joined in, her
voice thick with mockery, "because even though we might be convinced of
your good intentions, there's still Braun to worry about with you in
the house.... Isn't that right, George?"
"I suppose so ... unless..."
"Oh, what, what can I do, please tell me, oh please!" Nadalee sobbed,
lifting her free hand to cover her face as she mumbled, "I'll do any
thing ... to stop ... losing our jobs ... Newton's big chance for ...
the farm." She could not see the wicked smirk of triumph that slanted
the corners of George's mouth as he winked first at Braun and then at
Dolores.
"Do you want to stay here?"
"Oh, please ... yes!"
"Then, my dear, you want to help Braun, don't you?"
"Anything.... Yes, I want to help him," she said absently, innocently,
not looking up as she answered between sobs and prayed that the wealthy
man would believe her.
"I'm glad you're coming to your senses, Nadalee, at last," George
congratulated her in a strangely husky voice as he turned to glimpse
over at his wife.
"She's brighter than I thought, agreeing not to cause more problems by
holding back what she owes him," Dolores said almost gaily as she
smiled up at the dense servant.
"Okay, Braun, you heard what she said," George smiled broadly, baring
his teeth in satisfaction. "Undress her and do what you've been wanting
to do to her."
"You mean it, Mr. Blackwell, I can do it to her?" Braun blinked in slow
recognition and then a toothy grin broke over his grotesque face when
he saw the wealthy man's nod of affirmation.
"Dolores, I suggest that you get off the bed now-and close both doors,
too," George instructed in a voice that was clinically calm except for
the betraying trace of lecherous excitement in it. He saw Braun's prick
throb slightly and begin to rise slowly as he gazed at his delicious
reward for long silent obedience in serving the Blackwells.
"No, not this way! Not that-I can't!" Nadalee wailed, staring at George
in disbelief as the powerful idiot forced her toward the bed, a strange
crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach beginning as she realized
fully the complete helplessness of her position as though for the first
time. Her protests were cut short by Braun's fingers clamping harshly
over her mouth, muffling the resisting girl's sounds of complaint as he
reached down with his other hand to jerk up at the hem of the short
skirt. There was a sharp tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose,
fanning up the fullness of her firm white thighs and up over the
rounded blue panty-covered softness of her buttocks. Braun gasped and
wriggled the skirt of the dress over her hips to the narrowness of her
waist, his eyes bulging open as each voluptuously smooth portion of her
young body was presented to his view.
"I believe you're taking too long, Braun, so hurry up," George coughed
urgently at the servant as his own hands found the creeping semi-erect
length between his legs. He began to skin it back and forth as he
watched the pagan rape about to take place like some Roman spectator at
a special event of carnage taking place in an arena. Braun's nostrils
flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed greedily over the
smooth silky softness of her naked thighs. He pinched the nylon-covered
globe of one of her ass-cheeks, grinning lewdly as she groaned against
his fingers still clamped over her mouth. There was only a glimmering
blue narrow band of sheer nylon between his hand and the roughness of
his blunt fingertips, bunched tightly up in the crevice of her
buttocks, and he could see silky tufts of her soft auburn pubic hair
protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the leg-bands. The rounded
globules of her soft young buttocks stood out brashly, exposed to his
lust-crazed eyes and quivering convulsively as he moved his eager hand
upward to run it lewdly over the curve of her right hip, fondling the
luscious flare of velvety flesh above the panties.
Nadalee wished she could faint, mercifully fall unconscious to the
floor, for she knew now exactly what was going to happen to her. She
saw thin lines of spittle drooling from the bald moron's hideous mouth
and his eyes were gleaming with animal desire as he moved closer yet to
her, pressing his vile repulsive body up to her side until suddenly she
became aware of the massive hardness of his penis digging against the
naked flesh just above her waist. He had forgotten George's
instructions to make haste and now, in his very excitement, he lingered
a moment to rove his hand higher up on her back, suddenly becoming
frustrated in his obscene anxiousness with the obstruction of the
dress. Without thinking, he released her mouth and seized the flimsy
garment with both hands, stripping it up savagely over her head and
then flinging it in a useless heap on the carpet a few feet away from
where they were standing.
"Dammit, Braun, hurry up," George hissed commandingly, "the girl wants
to help you."
"My God, Mr. Blackwell, make him stop, make him stop!" Nadalee pleaded,
using the half-wit's removal of his hand from her mouth as an
opportunity to beg for mercy.
"Shut up, you.... Mr. Blackwell don't like no talkin' now," Braun
growled threateningly. The lust-maddened idiot slapped her hard, flat
across the cheek, jerking her head to the side so hard that she thought
surely he had broken her neck. She struggled to twist away from his
cruelty but the bald servant caught her by the hair and jerked her back
to face him, delivering another brutal blow to her other cheek this
time, bringing a stinging sensation to her skin as though she were
being doused in raw gasoline. She was terrified more than ever now,
afraid to struggle or offer any resistance at all for fear he would
become even angrier and kill her right where she stood.
Braun giggled dementedly as he devoured her partially nude body with
his eyes, his hands roaming over her bare back and shoulders. The
smooth satiny softness of her skin was interrupted above only by the
thin white brassiere that laced across her back, and below, by the
flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel
a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping from the huge throbbing
glans of his penis and smearing where it touched her flesh. Then,
locking one hand on her shoulder to hold her fast, she felt the fingers
of his other hand rummaging behind her, working clumsily at the clasp
of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, he hooked his fingers
under the strap in anxious frustration and yanked harshly at it. Her
full resilient young breasts fell free, the cooler air attacking her
pinkish-brown nipples and perking them to sudden erection. She gasped
as he pulled the torn piece of now useless nylon down over her arms and
the two large, firmly rounded mounds came fully into tantalizing view.
Braun wasted no time now and gazed down at his own hands cupping the
maddening cloud-like softness of the two naked breasts in both of his
hands, squeezing their ripeness until they overflowed from the bony
fingers and made her groan with humiliation. Still not satisfied,
though, the grotesquely ugly moron proceeded to knead both hard rubbery
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them tightly
between them as a lewd grin came over his lips. He saw a wincing
expression of pain momentarily replace the embarrassment and sense of
degradation on her face, and it evidently amused him. He continued to
pinch and knead at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was
harshly interrupted by a loud urgent rebuke from his employer.
"You'd better hurry, dummy, if you want this girl," George threatened,
"or I'll take her away and call Newton upstairs to send them back
home..."
"I-I want to fuck 'er, Mr. Blackwell.... I really want to-to f-fuck
'er," Braun begged in a deranged voice. His eyes gleamed with inflamed
desire as his shaking hands dropped along the sides of her quivering
body down to the elastic band at the top of her sheer, flimsy panties.
Hooking his fingers into the thin nylon with an instinctive confidence,
he began to peel them slowly down over the lush curves of her almost
still adolescent hips. Trembling in abject horror, Nadalee flinched as
she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her
almost entirely exposed body. She dared to glance down at the bald
surface of Braun's head below her as he jerked the brief panties from
her ankles and finally freed them altogether.
She was completely naked now, shamefully bared to the leering eyes of
two men and her attractive blonde employer who was standing a few feet
behind her husband. She felt her stomach turn as she stifled a deep
piercing scream in her throat when the idiot's warm breath blasted on
the skin of her smooth flat tummy just above the soft silky triangle of
pubic hair. His mouth was a mere three inches away from the triangle,
his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply of the sweet, feminine aroma
from her cunt, rising and wafting to his nostrils teasingly.
"How's her pussy smell, dummy?" George asked, chortling at the crazed
single-minded expression on the retarded servant's face. Jesus, the
gigantic wealthy man thought to himself as he stroked his own cock, the
girl was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined! He was almost
sorry he had decided to wait until tomorrow to indulge himself with
her.
"G-good, Mr. Blackwell ... s-she's got fresh little c-cunt," Braun
answered stutteringly, leaning forward a little to place a wet,
slobbering kiss on her soft tummy from his kneeling position. She
swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips
pressing tightly into her nude flesh. The sudden moist contact sent an
unexpected chill racing along her spine and she automatically jumped
from the electrifying wetness of the pressure, losing her balance
completely then and staggering backward toward the empty bed. The edge
of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled backward
to land face up with her arms and legs opening wide as she hit. Braun
rose from his kneeling position a little and leaped forward to catch
her there as she kicked desperately to close her legs. He dropped his
hands at once to the full rounded moons of her buttocks and crawled up
further on the bed between her open milk-white thighs, crouching on all
fours as his knees pressed outward between her ankles and his face
panted a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her naked loins. And
then he backed off slightly to run his long pink tongue slowly and
wetly over the tender inner flesh of her thighs, causing her to groan
in helpless humiliation even though a strangely warm shiver ran over
the tattered nerve-ends of her lower body.
Nadalee had geared her mind to fighting off pain and depraved abuse ...
not the tenderness and hateful tiny sensations of pleasure suddenly,
and without warning, beginning to flower inside her. She had not been
prepared for this and knew less about resisting it than the physical
attack she was certain was all Braun could manage.
The idiot's mouth watered as he gazed down at her body beneath him.
Saliva dripped from his open mouth, drooling down to mingle with the
juices beginning to ooze from the delicious narrow slit that started at
the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down through the snowy
soft spheres of her creamy buttocks where they pressed tightly against
the bed. Nadalee was almost out of her mind now with sheer confusion as
she tried to filter the unwanted pleasurable sensuality from the
feelings of horror she sensed as a still basically decent person.
Through half-slit eyes, she could see that shadowy form of the bald man
crouching between her open legs. Then she felt the flat palms of his
sweaty hands pushing outward against the tenderness of her inner
thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open and
vulnerable for the feeble-minded animal to do as he wished and she
watched with baited breath as he slowly lowered his head ... slowly ...
slowly ... and at last his hot moist lips closed over the soft furry
mound at the base of her tummy!
"Noooo, oooohhh!" she moaned, jerking as his face disappeared from her
view into the female musk of the fleecy hair.... She felt Braun's lips
planting wet tickling kisses on the cringing but moist aperture, his
tongue flicking out lizard-like, darting into the throbbing opening and
pushing up and down between the lips of her vagina. She swallowed
deeply as she felt his thumbs fastening on the moist folds, pressuring
them further outward, until finally his gaze froze solid, still, locked
on the completely open cavern exposed to his view and his heart raced
even faster at the sight of the pink fragile inner flesh, glistening
wet and tempting.
Lunging forward, he locked his lips on her and blew softly into the
naked hole, his long tongue flicking outward and probing into the
wetness when he felt her squirm and heard a groan escape involuntarily
from the now open lips of her mouth. The ravishing young redhead's
elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head was beginning to
roll slowly back and forth on the mattress as Braun's hot searing
tongue shot out its flicking tip, circling feverishly around the
quivering erected clitoris, his lips sucking to draw in the warm soft
folds of her cuntal lips deep inside his mouth. His tongue continued
its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her youthful
sex and, even though she fought against the sounds as they rose to her
throat, she gave forth husky groans of passion. There was no denying
that something she had never felt before in her life was happening to
her ... something that was so different from the harsh blows he had
rained on her cheeks a few moments ago that she was at a loss to
understand it. The brute was actually sending soft, feather-like
sensations warmly and wetly up from her vagina to flood her entire
nervous system. She could no longer think but the moron was not hurting
her and that was all that mattered at the moment. That, of course, and
the fact that she was experiencing a light rising sensation of
floating, up, up, above the reality of the situation and the horror of
the threat to expose her to Newton that the Blackwells held over her.
"Ooohh, oooohhh," Nadalee exploded ecstatically into the otherwise
silent bedroom, her breath coming now in small quick gasps that came
out as small mewling grunts. Then, growing bolder, Braun began a sudden
flicking and curling of his wet hot tongue, imbedding it deeper inside
her and sometimes withdrawing it all the way to jab its tip
tormentingly at her tingling clitoris. He could feel the elastic-rimmed
opening of her pussy clasping at his pink hot lingual spear, trying to
hold him inside her but blossoming open fully when he followed the
primitive drive he never realized was in control of his weak mind as
well as his body.
"Jesus Christ, baby, look at her, just look at the hot little bitch!
Bet she's never blown her nuts in her life!" George gasped suddenly,
his eyes wide open as he nudged his shoulder against his blonde wife
standing next to him, as though she were not totally aware of what was
happening only two or three steps away from where they stood watching
together.
"Yes, I think, she's even better than we'd hoped," Dolores agreed
crisply, producing a derisive little laugh in an effort to maintain her
composure as she drank in the obscenely exciting sight. God, she
thought, she actually envied Nadalee even though she realized that her
silly wistful jealousy was wholly unreasonable.
"She loves it, the hot little whore!" the big man added without
averting his eyes from the scene on the bed.
"She's got a big surprise coming up, though," Dolores smiled, resisting
the temptation to be sarcastic as she remembered her own sessions with
the bald simpleton under her husband's directions back in San
Francisco. Just the reminiscence comforted her and she leaned close to
lick her husband's earlobe, her own brain clogging with renewed lust as
she focused her attention again on the wildly lewd performance taking
place on the bed before them.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nadalee chanted over and over to
herself in undisguised guilt, hating her body for the steadily rising
tide of forbidden sensual pleasure she felt rippling deep down in her
stomach and flowing up through her firm heaving breasts to pulse in her
nipples. In spite of her horror and revulsion at the sinful things
being done to her defenseless genitals down between her open thighs,
her nerves continued to flutter and send live shivers of arousal
through her limbs. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing
tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue darting into the
wetness of her vaginal opening.
The slaving imbecile's bald pate began to glisten with sweat as he
worked frantically between her wide-spread legs, his tongue making a
wet sucking sluicing noise with each thrust he made into the valley
between her now hotly pulsating vaginal lips. The breathtakingly
beautiful wife of eighteen had never before in her life imagined that
such an evil and lurid act could produce such exquisitely sharp thrills
in her ... especially not when someone as obscenely ugly and stupid as
Braun was doing it to her. She actually wanted him to keep on doing it
now, she realized with shame, a tiny flash of regret coming over her
but quickly fading. At the moment, she could not even remember why she
was on the bed with the servant ... or even if the reason mattered.
Her emerald-green eyes glittering and her mouth flexing open with
passion, her cries of mixed protest and desire gradually became one
long low continuous moan. Then, surprising her, Braun suddenly withdrew
his lashing tongue from inside the smooth warm passage and explored
higher up, probing the warm pink tip in the wetness as the fragrant
reddish-brown tendrils of her pubic hair brushed tauntingly against his
cheeks. At last he found her hard, throbbing clitoris again and began
to lick and nip at it with his teeth until she was afraid she would
scream with ecstasy.
The moron felt a lewd and triumphant sense of satisfaction as she
responded. Never in his vague dreams had he ever expected to have such
a gorgeous young girl, another man's wife, squirming so madly under his
tongue, loving it so much that she was at his mercy. The people at the
mental hospital had taught him to be careful about everything he
encountered in the "outside" world and the Blackwells had made him
realize he was not as intelligent as most other people. Little by
little, he had come to understand ... under George's unrelenting
tutelage ... that almost everyone around him thought he was worthless
except as someone to work for "normal" people. The impassioned
redheaded maid writhing under him now seemed to be utterly oblivious to
the fact that he was a freak. Not now, anyway! She liked what he was
doing, he slowly concluded, so it must mean that Nadalee thought he was
good and more than just a freak.... The labored conclusion filled him
with glee and he giggled again as he locked his mouth roughly over the
upper portion of the cleft between her thighs. This would make her like
him more than ever, he grinned, lowering his face a little to flick the
tip of his tongue down into the tiny tightly-puckered hole of her anus
nestling just below the moist portal of her vagina.
"Nooooo, pleeeeeassse," Nadalee whimpered as the unexpected wet
electric contact of his searing tongue against the sensitive rubbery
opening sent a tormenting prickle of feeling racing through her nerves.
She clenched her eyes tightly shut again and whimpered, trying
desperately to screw her buttocks deeper into the bed and away from the
hot snaking tongue licking without mercy now at her virginal asshole.
After a moment, though, he sensed that her first shock was gone and
that she was starting to enjoy it by degrees, in spite of the fact that
she was sobbing and groaning, as though she hated every second of what
he was doing.
Yes, he was right, because she was beginning to jerk back against him a
little, her cushions of soft ivory roundness lifting slightly off the
mattress and pushing forward in search of the pink hotness of his
tongue.
The sex-wild girl knew that she had lost every shred of decency as she
felt her hands go out to find him like things with minds of their own,
suddenly clawing in vain desperation when her fingertips grazed the
sweaty slickness of his hairless crown. She heard him snicker as he
ducked his head lower between the cheeks of her ass to escape her sharp
fingernails. Then he clamped his open mouth over the brown throbbing
ring of her anus, bringing further combined cries of pleasure and
humiliation from her lips. He was in complete control now and it would
not be very long before he was allowed to do what he had been waiting
for all along. But it better be soon, he thought sluggishly, or the
pretty girl would cum before she was supposed to and Mr. Blackwell
would really be mad. He sensed that she was almost ready to do it now
as her shamelessly aroused body began to jerk spasmodically forward in
a deliberate movement up against his tongue. He felt the abnormal
hugeness of his hard fleshy cock beating urgently against the mattress,
the lust-hardened head jerking out droplets of shiny semen that stained
the bedspread as he licked gluttonously at the tiny puckered lips of
her helpless anus.
George leered obscenely at the wantonly stimulated nymph and felt a
tremendously gratifying wave of pride in his own handiwork. He received
even greater satisfaction from what seemed already to be the greatest
excitement he could remember during the last few years of his
retirement. Obviously Dolores felt the same way, his depraved mind
decided, since she was thoroughly engrossed in watching and was openly
fingering her newly-awakened pussy as though she were the only
spectator.
"Nadalee, what would you like Braun to do now?" George asked in a
bantering tone. "Wouldn't it feel wonderful, dear, if he slipped his
giant prick up between your legs?"
Nadalee's resistance was practically non-existent and yet she could not
allow herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that anything
she admitted about how she really felt would be the final humiliating
surrender. The mere thought of confessing how much she really did, in
spite of her revulsion, ache to have the obnoxious imbecile's enormous
penis inside her now-if only to quench the burning need raging in her
loins at that very moment-was utterly unbearable to her. Her lovely
young face was white and straining as she lay there, afraid to let
George catch her eyes.
"No, I can't-I won't say that," Nadalee refused with obvious
difficulty, pitting all of her remaining strength against the prodding
of his vulgar words. God, though, their very lewdness aroused her even
more than she already was, she confessed to herself, calling upon all
her reserves of willpower to defy this seemingly final subjugation.
"Of course you can, my dear, if you think of how simple it would be,
how grand it would feel," George coaxed, an almost sarcastic quality
now in his voice. "All you've got to do is just say it-just say,
'Please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to fuck me....'-and then you'll feel
fine."
"No, I won't, I won't," she half-shouted, her face quivering
involuntarily at the corners of her green eyes as her buttocks still
ground impatiently down into the mattress, wrinkling the bedspread in
bunched folds. As if on signal, Braun then flicked his tongue out to
swirl it tantalizingly around the tip of her erectly throbbing
clitoris. "Oooooohhh, oooooohhh!"
"Do you want me to tell him to stop what he's doing?" the towering
millionaire taunted.
"Nooo, oh nooo.... Please don't make him stop!"
"Well then, say it-say exactly what I told you," George rasped cruelly.
"Say it!"
"I ... I ... want him to do it to me," she finally relented, the last
shreds of her dignity beginning to drain away from her lust-consumed
soul.
"No, Nadalee, Braun can't understand what you want when you say it that
way," George baited. "You'll have to say exactly the right words if you
want him to slide that beautiful big cock of his up into your belly."
God, she despised even the idea of succumbing to her licentious
employer and giving him that satisfaction.... He was a sick sadistic
deviate!... And yet there was nothing else she could possibly do,
Nadalee realized in desperation, nothing else that would rid her of the
hot fiery ball of animal lust blazing in the pit of her stomach....
Yes, it was true, horribly true! She yearned to have it in her! Her
vagina prickled and ached for it!
"Oh Lord," she moaned in final surrender, shrieking then, "I want his
cock in me! Please, oh please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to put his
cock in my cunt and fuck met"
"That's better now," George cackled, a beaming smile of victory and
self-congratulation lighting up his face. "I suppose you've noticed the
size of the dummy's cock, my dear, so I know you'll take my advice to
spread your legs real wide ... simply to make everything a little
easier.
Trembling, half in fear and half in anticipation, Nadalee spread her
thighs wider apart as she watched the now voraciously greedy Braun lift
his face from between her naked cuntal lips and shift himself into
position, his nostrils flaring wide and more of the disgusting drool
dripping from his chin from the overwhelming anxiety he felt. Oh,
forgive me, forgive me, she repeated over and over to herself, the
thought of Newton suddenly flashing across her brain, drenching her
with shame and guilt as though someone had poured a big cauldron of
burning hot liquid over her and scalded the very core of her being.
"Go ahead and fuck her, stupid! Or didn't you hear the poor girl
begging for it a moment ago?" George asked contemptuously, a one-
cornered grin of fiendish amusement lifting his mouth as he watched an
expression of grateful relief come over Braun's freakishly ugly face.
The moronic servant did not have to be told twice and yet he paused for
a moment to gaze down pruriently at the narrow glistening slit of her
pussy pulsing in vitiation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the
pressure of his thighs pressing outward against hers. Then he levered
up over her, his arms stiff and his hands resting heavily on her slim
shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the
monstrous, throbbing cock in his fingers and guiding it forward, using
the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She
turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a
shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive
ragged flanges of her moist pussy. She lay still in complete
subjugation before him, not even daring to breathe for what seemed an
eternity of seconds.
"Oooooh, pleeease," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure
against the tight cringing entrance of her vagina. She remembered then
her earlier fear of the abnormal size of the penis when she had first
seen it from the open doorway awhile ago. Surely it would split her up
the middle! It might even kill her!
The half-wit pushed a little.
"Aaaaaaaggghh!" she screamed as the huge tip popped just inside the
lips, cruelly stretching the tight elastic opening until Nadalee was
certain that she was being ripped wide open from the agonizing outward
force of the pressure.
"Nooo, stop, stop! It's too big! Ooooooh!" She was suddenly shrieking
at the top of her lungs, causing the slobbering dullard to turn his
head in confusion toward his employer.
"Don't worry, dummy, she'll get used to it in a minute," George
Blackwell assured the puzzled servant. The wealthy man's eyes glittered
evilly and there was a cruel sadistic grin on his face. He was actually
enjoying the young girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of Braun's
slow, relentless penetration of her almost virginal pussy.
Suddenly, the look of perplexity on Braun's face faded and was replaced
by a tense expression of sheer raw lust. He could no longer stand it,
watching this helpless beautiful girl spread-eagled under him with the
head of his immense blood-swollen shaft disappearing into the hair of
her cunt.
Jesus, he had to do something! He had to fuck her right now!
He shoved again, harder this time, and she felt the widely stretched
lips around her throbbing vagina expanding more. The elastic-rimmed
tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the cruel hard
pressure. The pain was excruciating and she struggled reflexively,
emitting a pitiful cry of anguish from deep in her throat, but he
ignored it, feeling only the delectable sensation of warmth and wetness
inside the entrance of her vaginal passage. But even that was not
enough, not nearly enough to fulfill his urgent animal desire to push
himself as far inside her as possible.
He crashed forward, his full weight smashing her large proud breasts
tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same
time, sliding his long thick cock into her passageway like a rampaging
bulldozer and pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before
it in rippling waves. There was no stopping it until with a loud
smacking sound his balls whacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of
her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oooohhh, aaauuuuuuggghhh!" she screamed louder than ever, the pathetic
piercing wail seeming to come from her very soul ... almost as if it
had been stored there for precisely this moment of unbearable agony.
Braun's fantastic lust-inflated cock was buried in her all the way up
to the hilt and there was not even the tiniest ridge of flesh on it
that she could not feel distinctly as its hugeness pulsed within her,
pressuring outward against the soft sensitive walls of her pussy.
Painfully enclosed in the moist warm sheath like the trunk of a sapling
that had been greased and driven heartlessly into her belly, the bald
moron's penis made her feel as though the merciless invasion had ripped
her tender vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. The cruel sudden
impalement had left her helpless, every part of her insides filled now
more than anything had ever filled her before in her life.
She lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his hideous repulsive face
directly over hers. Nadalee was afraid to move a muscle for fear of the
pain that it would surely bring but she knew that he was not even aware
of her suffering now or of the possibility of injuring her.... Only one
thing mattered to him now-the simple fact that at last he had his prick
wedged up inside of this exciting, beautiful young girl who had been
driving him crazy with desire ever since she and her good-looking
husband had arrived to work here at Quail Lake. What was best of all,
he had even heard her beg Mr. Blackwell and say, "Please ... tell Braun
to fuck me!" Okay, the dimwit decided slowly, he would fuck her, better
than her husband or anybody could, but he wanted to get back at her
first ... for treating him like he was too dumb to know what his cock
was for ... and for always making him crazy because she was so pretty
and soft and innocent-looking.... He remembered with anger how his
knees always started to shake every time he happened to see the redhead
working somewhere in the house ... and how she seemed to always snub
him, her big round green eyes staring through him as if he did not even
exist.... And shit, the way her ass rocked and rolled to tease him when
she walked across a room ... even though she had no idea anyone was
watching ... was enough to make him so hot that he had to walk around
with a hard-on for the rest of the day, just remembering....
For the last three days now, he had spent most of his time trying to
picture her without any clothes on or wondering if her husband had
screwed her lately and if she had liked it or not. Then, after the
Blackwells let him go to his room for the night, he had talked to his
dog, Buck, about Nadalee. The big German Shepherd seemed to understand
all about Nadalee and why she should be taught a lesson.... As soon as
the dog went to sleep on the floor, Braun had been taking showers, to
be clean for the young maid, and then, returning to sit on the bed and
play with himself while pretending the girl was in the room with him
... at his side instead of Newton's ... because she was no longer too
proud to come to a "freak" for the fun she wanted, he had stroked
himself to climaxes that merely frustrated him even more.
But not this afternoon, he gloated, swallowing his astonishment as he
gazed down at the completely naked young beauty under him, gasping at
the sight of his huge prick planted excitingly between her lovely
rounded thighs. Shit no, this was the real thing-not just another one
of those damned daydreams! It was a lot better than just sitting alone,
talking to Buck - that was for sure! And now that he saw her really
undressed, even he could understand why merely being around her had
always stirred up such a wild frenzy of lust in his veins. Her creamy
white body was perfect, a graceful balance of flaring swells and curves
which was voluptuous and yet almost dainty in its sculpturesque
precision.
"Now I'm gonna get you back for teasin' me," he panted, his eyebrows
jerking up as he gave a short wicked chuckle of delight in the thought.
Suddenly, she felt a throb deep inside her quivering belly as the
blood-gorged thickness of his cock flexed where it lay soaking in her
already stretched vagina. She groaned at the sudden spasm of pain, her
face contorting with misery, but still not daring to provoke him more
by struggling against his fiendish assault on her vulnerable naked
body.
"Told ya I'd get back," he sneered, gazing down in lewd satisfaction at
the expression of suffering on her face, flexing again and flicking up
another impossible fraction of an inch inside her aching pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhh, nooooooooooooooo," she groaned, her entire body
twisting involuntarily as waves of searing agony filled every particle
of her, torturing her nerves until she was certain she would either
explode or burst into flames at any second. She could feel the cords of
muscle in her neck standing out from the effort of trying to bear the
punishing pain.
"I told ya I'd fuck ya, didn't I?" Braun slobbered, his tiny eyes
glittering sadistically as he dug his fingers into the yielding white
flesh of her shoulders and throbbed even deeper. Despite her anguish,
her mind was still able to fathom that he was becoming increasingly
bolder and more arrogant and she realized that his dim brain would
eventually come to the conclusion that any defiance of him deserved
worse punishment ... if it was somehow possible to be handed a worse
punishment than what she was suffering at that exact moment. She knew
that most of her strength and courage had been drained away by the
shock and agony she had already undergone. It was useless, she knew, to
fight such a losing battle any longer- especially since her resistance
served only to aggravate her tormentor more and the thought of
additional torture was unbearable. Even so, the thought of total
surrender to this animal sent cold chills through her along with the
excruciating pain.
"Didn't I?" he demanded again.
"Yessss, oh yesssss.... You told me you would," she hissed obediently,
tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the obscene admission. The
bitter realization that she actually had begged for this a few moments
ago bored into her consciousness like an evil omen of what her future
would be. And now, now she had lost even the will to protest against
what was happening to her. She had allowed herself to lose control and
had fallen to this ... the very lowest thing she could imagine ... and
she was no better now than the common whores she had seen walking the
streets at night back in Oklahoma.
Braun grinned at his tamed young trophy, sensing the surrender of her
last bit of stubborn resistance as he felt her tense body relax a
little. Suddenly he drew back from her almost to his knees and
delivered a vicious crushing thrust that sent the giant heavily-veined
cock tearing up into her belly like a runaway freight train. She jerked
convulsively as its bulging angry head collided brutally against her
cervix, buffeting her head far back against the headboard of the bed so
harshly that her head was filled with winking stars for a moment. It
was like an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her and felt as
though it was going to come out in her throat and then her mouth!
The sex-deranged imbecile leered down at her from above with an
insolent salacious grin on his face, his lips curled back lewdly in
obvious satisfaction as he listened to her moaning beneath him,
incoherent whimpers coming from somewhere deep in her throat. Her arms
were outstretched, the palms of her hands pressing flat against his
hips in a vain attempt to ease the pressure of the thick hard cock-head
pulsing against her womb like the blunt end of a live cannon anxious to
fire off its load. His prick was imbedded even further in her now and
he could feel the sensitive brown ring of her anus twitching from the
prickling of his big balls hanging down between her buttocks, the crisp
hairs on the swollen sacs tickling the nerves surrounding the O-shaped
tightness of the opening. He bent down over her prostrate body and
locked his teeth savagely on the erect tremulous nipple of her lovely
upheaving right breast, his lips drifting around the aureole of the
peaked pinkness as he teased and nipped the tip, causing a light
feathery stir of pleasure in the white palpitating mound. Then, growing
impatient with the teasing foreplay, he raised himself higher again and
glanced down to see the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the
bursting point, the light pink outer rims clasping tightly around the
thick corded base of his penis. It was such a delicious sight that he
could almost cum right now just from looking at it, without even moving
again.
Now the bald servant began a still painful sawing motion, setting up a
slow rhythm of movement that skewered his mammoth prick wetly into the
depths of her pussy, stretching and bruising it with every merciless
thrust he made. He withdrew it until the head reached the throbbing
entrance between the flared cuntal flanges and then fucked madly back
into her distended moist cunt, battering her pain-wracked body back
hard against the mattress. Braun could sense Nadalee's body coming to
life again under him and he heard low humming sounds of servile
acceptance coming from her chest. He quickly slipped his hands from her
shoulders and moved them down her sides to clutch the soft velvet
globes of her buttocks, one in each band. They were flexing and then
loosening, oozing around his fingers as he pressed harshly into them.
He could feel her strain a little to open her thighs wider, the wet
satiny hole of her warm cunt flowering open and shut around the girth
of his shaft. The realization gradually came to him that she was really
and truly his now to do with as he wished.
Nadalee also felt something strange happening inside her. The pain was
going away, slowly, slowly giving way to a maddening, uncontrollable
sensation of pleasure that began deep in her womb and seeped little by
little through the altered nerve-ends of her tormented body. It rippled
through her vagina and out from between the fleece-lined lips, dancing
like fire across her milky soft thighs, up and down the full length of
her widely-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making
them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Eventually it
traveled up from her contracting belly and throughout her rib cage,
surfacing at the tips of her stiffly quivering nipples and making them
even more rigid than before. They were alive to the touch of the very
air in the room and she arched her back a little to press them solidly
against the laboring idiot's sweating hairless chest.
The pain was altogether gone now and she automatically closed her eyes
as she tensed the muscles in her thighs, writhing unconsciously under
him from the intensity of her feeling. Without knowing it, she rolled
her hips luxuriously from side to side around the huge cock fucking
into her cunt, its fleshy walls dilating the throbbing in time to the
cadence of Braun's forward lunges. It felt to her as though the wide
fanning head of his penis had a heart beating in it, was a separate
being whose only purpose was to send glorious shivers of rapture
through her young body. It was becoming a part of her, melting and
fusing with her own flesh, until she was at one with it in an endless
soaring flight of exquisite sensation. She no longer felt any horror or
anguish ... nothing but a mounting ecstasy, building higher and higher,
reaching new heights of rewarding sensual titillation with every
passing moment. She felt only the animal lust that had taken control of
Braun, this mental defective, this ugly bald nitwit who was over ten
years older than she, this deranged servant who was fucking far up into
her flat belly with his wonderful long thick cock ... his big vulgar
prick!
Braun could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked over
her, enjoying the grunts and mewling sounds of her subjugation, feeling
the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming faster and more
urgent. The rhythmic slap of wetness as his balls spanked the
unprotected crevice of her anus reverberated throughout the bedroom,
mingling with the sluicing noise of his ruthless plunges into the now
eager pussy she presented up to him. Suddenly he sensed an even greater
abandon to passion come over her, a wanton outburst of lust that made
her arc her body off the mattress in a struggle to completely engulf
him. He giggled to himself as he abruptly paused to stare down at the
thrilling sight of her pelvis screwing up to swallow the shiny hard
length of his cock. He watched with blissful fascination as the tiny
constricting muscles inside her young pussy nibbled greedily at the
large swollen head. Then the stretched lips of her pink hair-fringed
slit pulled hungrily away, sliding moistly down the stone-hard penis
for five or six inches, only to nibble back up again until the soft
down of her copper-colored pubic hair brushed against his own, darker
patch.... He let the beautiful little bitch hump up and down at will as
she concentrated with all her female strength on giving back to him the
spine-tingling pleasure that he was giving her.
He remained immobile even longer as he gazed in trance-like
attentiveness at the tantalizing withdrawals of his cock from her lust-
saturated passage, pulling thin soft ridges of her flesh out with it as
she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress ... and then the entry
which pushed the soft glistening folds back into her as the long thick
rod was wholly consumed by the obscenely wanting vaginal cavern. He
allowed her to continue her wanton milking movements for awhile,
smiling to himself at the thought of his success in turning the
gorgeous, soft-bodied young wife into a squealing helpless mass of
sexual desire.
Shit, yes, the hired hand's young wife was his, all right! Braun's dull
mind concluded. She sure as hell looked different now than she had when
she arrived at the house for work this morning, he remembered,
picturing the fresh, sweet-faced look of innocence on her face that he
had seen her wearing. Her lovely face was contorted now from the
exertion of straining to cum and he could hear the wet suctioning sound
of the ever-increasing flow of juices from her loins as she bucked
wildly against him, her small feet planted flat on either side of his
knees against the quaking mattress.
He groaned and began to jar her again with merciless pile-driving
strokes that drove his big prick boring far up into the hidden,
untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent snowy breasts seemed to
be swelling larger, quivering and heaving up against the pressure of
his chest, the hard rigid peaks of the nipples digging into his
perspiring flesh like small pebbles.
"Oh, oooh God, don't ever stop-please, don't ever stop! Fuck it,
darling, fuck it harder and faster! Ooooh, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she
begged hysterically, unaware in her delirious transport of erotic
pleasure that the sweating idiot was already hammering into her
uplifted buttocks with every last ounce of strength and ardor that he
possessed.
He was pouring everything he had into her, the total sum of years of
anger and frustration, hate and need, lust and uncertainty-all of the
furious energy he had naturally inherited with the gradual realization
that he was an offensive freak of nature who had no choice but to
depend upon "normal" people in order to survive. Now, he wanted
revenge, not only against Nadalee, but also against everyone who had
ever snubbed him or seemed to have thought that he was merely a
vegetable without feelings ... a dumb animal which they could afford to
ridicule without worrying whether or not he might be offended.