"Ready for a little cock now, baby?"
"Don't talk. Get it over with."
"I don't want to fuck you till you're good and ready. You want it in your cunt or in your butt-hole?"
With her vagina so open and ready, it was unthinkable be do it anywhere else~ "In front," she panted. "Just do it."
When he got up, it took her a moment to realize she'd actually asked for it, and shame flooded through her. She banished it with her free hand, roving it over her kiss-engorged breasts and cunt, and even finding a large measure of ecstasy in caressing her palpitating belly. What was he doing, leaving her to endure endless unfulfilled need now that he'd succeeded in contaminating her with his perversion? While he rummaged through the drawers of his bureau, she tried desperately to soothe her needs with her left hand. But she needed more than that. She needed him, all of him, bastard though he was, in order to bring an end to this blissful torture.
He turned and shocked her with the sight of his penis, as large and fierce-looking as when it had torn her virginity from her. In his hand was a small, foil-wrapped package, and in the time he took to rip it open, Laura cooled considerably. She was almost in control of herself again when he bent and dipped his tongue in her slit. In her renewed flailings she struck his penis with her hand and then had to look directly at it, amazed at its strength and resiliency, both repelled and attracted by it.
He put the rubber on by degrees. When he had the protective sheath around the head of his cock, he sucked and nipped each of her nipples and made her gasp and twisted her shoulders for him. Having rolled it halfway down his shaft, he used the tip of his tongue on the tip of her protruding clitoris, depriving her of more. When he had it fully on, he parted her labia widely with his fingers and wallowed his tongue and lips through the richly anointed trench of her cunt before positioning himself between her legs with his musk-smeared mouth an inch from her parted, panting lips.
"Ready for that cock now, Laura?"
"Put it in." It fit so perfectly in the hollow of her groin, but it would fit even better inside her.
"Give us a little kiss first, and I'll give you what you want, baby."
The decision was taken from her by his kissing her, very forcefully, and the wetness and taste of his mouth, the smell of it could even be tolerated in the hugely satisfying moments when he was making the insertion. There was nothing at all painful about it now. He was working it in very slowly, completing her need, and she hugged him and kissed him and sucked on his tongue until he had it all the way inside her, right up to the hilt, with his wet and hairy hardness pressing against her clitoris, just like she wanted.
He drew his mouth from hers and said, "You know I love you."
"Yes. I know. But…" she kissed him again, unable to think, let alone talk.
"You may not ever love me, but you love cock."
"Don't talk. Please!" She moved under his weight, to get him going, to shut him up.
"Admit it. You love to fuck. You dig cock."
"I hate you!"
"Tsk tsk. What can I do to change that?"
"Move! Do it! Get it over with!" she exclaimed, vainly trying to move his weight with her impeded body, and exerting a great effort to squeeze hard on that long, thick object deep and tight in her body.
"Move what, and where?"
"Just move! Do it, damn you!"
"Move what? My cock? Where? You tell me, baby, and I'll do it."
The insertion hadn't been what she'd been seeking. It was the friction of him moving in her, in and out, over and over, endlessly, even though it meant, hopeless addiction to fucking. It didn't matter. She welcomed the addiction and she clawed at his back and rasped at his reeking face, "Your cock in my cunt. Move it. Fuck me."
She was off on the wildest trip of her life. With long, deep, seemingly effortless strokes, he was pumping her full of life and ecstatic good feelings that went beyond any she'd ever known before. She felt herself bursting with it in every part of her body and she couldn't stop it even when she knew it was becoming more than she could bear. Then his body tensed and he began groaning, pumping faster, and she knew there was still more to it all and that she had to have it. She wanted to ask him for more but she was breathing too fast and he knew exactly what she wanted anyway, and then it burst like a gigantic sunrise inside her as she knew he was sharing in her great joy, and when he went limp on her, she did too.
"You're a great fuck, baby," he said.
Indeed she had been, though she was out of it now. If he'd known what was lying dormant in her before, he'd have been after her long ago. He'd meant to fuck her longer, exercising great control, but when she'd clamped down on his moving cock with her already tight cunt, it had been too much.
Reluctantly, he withdrew, and he had to grin at the way she sighed and frowned in her semi-stupor. She mumbled a protest when he was untying her and cupped her hand over her well-fucked cunt. She said yes when he asked her if she wanted to use the toilet, and he supported her into his bathroom. She watched but he didn't think she really saw it when he was peeling off the cum-filled rubber, and this went into the toilet before she was allowed to sit down on it. As he washed his prick in the basin-it was a kick to see her sitting there on the can, all slumped over, her pretty face sex-sodden and flushed through her tangled hair, her lovely tits hanging down, her refined hands limp in her lap, pissing.
She came willingly enough beck to bed with him and there he tied her right wrist to his left, though she feebly protested. It was better than tying her up all the way, for this way she'd be in contact with him all night, and there was no means by which she could escape anyway. He settled down to catch some sleep. With the weekend he bad in mind ahead of him, he'd need it.
Chapter 6
It was close to dawn when Laura woke up and began working on the knot. He'd turned the lights out but she could feel her way toward her freedom, and he was snoring so loudly she felt confident she could get the rope off without waking him.
Mustn't be overconfident, though. She'd seen the futility of that. Take her time, use her head, and don't think back on all she'd gone through. Look on the future when she'd be safe from him and he'd be behind bars, this Svengali of a brute who'd taken such dreadful advantage of her, who'd done such awful things to her. The milk had been drugged, but with an aphrodisiac and not vodka. She'd heard about Spanish Fly but had never quite believed it. Now she did, for only some weird and wicked drug could have made her respond in such an outrageous fashion to that nasty, sweat-smelling body beside her. The aftermath of her induced passion made her more sure it was from a drug, for she'd felt so terrifically tired and had not even cared about him seeing her going to the toilet. And that ugly rubber, all filled with his stuff-even the sight of that hadn't bothered her at the time, though now the mere thought of it made her ill. But the awful lust that had overwhelmed her, that was the worst part of it all. It gave her an insight into what consumes the drug addict, but she knew she was strong enough to resist its lure.
Laura suppressed a sigh of relief as she got the knot undone. She took more than a minute in stealthily leaving the bed of shame. Hopefully he'd still be sleeping when they came to drag him off to jail, protesting his innocence all the way and trying to blame it on her. That wouldn't work. Her reputation would back her up, and she meant to prosecute him even if it would mean disgrace, and losing Chuck's love. And Coleman's declaration of love, that bad been just one more part of the sneaky, forced seduction that had followed her rape. It was something else to make him pay for.