She savagely wrenched away, and he followed, laughing, saying, "Not so bad, is it? Got you all turned on again, didn't it? We'll get back to it later, but now, how are you at scrambling some eggs? I've worked myself up quite an appetite."
In the little kitchen of the shack, she was so furious that she felt she might explode. She was furious at herself for having reacted to that disgusting perversion, and she had reacted-she could still feel the seething itch all down between her legs. It was so bad her cunt was brimming over, but she adamantly refused herself the luxury of scratching it even one little bit. And she was furious at him for having so used her, for having reduced her to such a degree of mindless sensory reception.
He sat in a chair at the oilcloth-covered table, his prick peeking up from between his crossed legs like some obscene plum. He was reading the paper as if nothing had happened, and he was smirking to add to her fury. Her impulse was to brain him with the frying pan, but that, wouldn't do. She'd learned at Consolidated that it was logical planning, and not rash action, that got things done. And the back door was right there.
Haughtily, she heated up the frying pan and got milk and eggs from the refrigerator. Going through the motions of preparing the meal, she almost succeeded in stilling the shaking of her hands, but she could not stop the itching in her cunt. But she could think now. The salt was on a shelf by the back door. She poured the beaten eggs in the frying pan and eased over toward it. It didn't matter now about running out naked. She could hide in the cornfield until dark, if necessary, but in her present infuriated state of mind, she was ready to walk naked into the police station and say, "Look what he did to me! Just look!"
When she knew she could make it, she lunged toward the door, wrenched it open, and found herself confronted with a deep freezer. She was trying madly to climb over it when those same strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her back inside, and she began crying.
"You just don't know when you're well off, do you?" he said, and taking her by the hair, dragged her, stumbling, into the bedroom. There, he sat on the bed and forced her to lie across his lap. He said, "Remember what I just got done telling you about what I'd do if you tried to run away? Here it comes."
Laura's parents had believed in reason as opposed to corporal punishment when she was a girl, and the only spankings she'd received in her life had been playful ones, on her birthdays. This was anything but playful now. His hand was huge, and terribly strong. He knew just where to spank her to hurt her the most, which, it seemed, was all over her bottom. The blows themselves were terribly sharp and loud, and she quickly lost count of them, and in between those blows she could feel her ass swelling up and smarting more and more. He spanked her with his right hand and held her hair with his left, pulling her head back so far that she couldn't move without breaking her neck. She could scream, however, very loudly, and she could kick her feet and beat the bed with her fists. None of this did any good toward stopping her humiliating and painful chastisement, but somehow it helped to make it easier.
When he at last stopped spanking her, he went on hurting her in a different way. He took great handfuls of her blistered bottom, squeezing it and saying, "What a beautiful goddamn ass. It sticks right up, and now it's red all over. I've gotta have a little more of that."
He laid her, still weeping loudly, face down on the bed, and he got behind her, opened out her legs, and began kissing her ass again. She was so sore there that even the soft pressure of his lips and tongue was painful, but the pain was very incidental to the enormous sensual pleasure he was delivering to her. It felt so good she couldn't believe it was only his mouth and hands there, and she opened her eyes to try to confirm what she was feeling. She saw herself with her face mashed against the bed, all red and puffy and tear-streaked, and looking very much like that of a little girl. Her ass, however, was unmistakably that of a woman. It stuck up from her quivering, twitching body in an utterly beautiful fashion, and for the first time in her life she could see why it attracted men, for it even looked sexy to her. She could see why he loved to kiss and caress it, too, and she wondered if he knew what effect it was having on her. Her entire ass was as sensitive as her clitoris, and his kisses were so exciting she felt as if she was orgasming all the time.
"Now, isn't this better than getting a spanking?" he asked between hot, thrilling kisses.
"Don't stop," she muttered into the bedclothes. "Please don't stop."
"Upsadaisy! Get up on your knees, babe," he said, and heaved her up by her hips.
Now her ass loomed huge behind her, perfectly curved and glowing a rosy pink, by far the highest part of her body, as her breasts and face were still mashed against the bed. Prick in hand, he waddled forward on his knees, grinning broadly at the terrifically erotic sight he saw. She felt she was coming all the time he was working the meaty knob of his prick up and down her foamy wet cunt, and when he shoved it all the way in, her orgasm reached a peak.
It wasn't like the others she'd known. Before, when she'd reached the zenith of sexual pleasure, she'd had to thrash and heave about, as if in search of something more. Now she was perfectly still, knowing nothing she could do would add to her pleasure. He was sawing it in and out of her most lustily, hanging on tightly to her hips with both hands, his body curved, his stomach muscles bunching with each deep stroke. In the mirror, she could see much of his cock each time he pulled back, and her labia could be seen being pulled back with it. And now whole body was as sensitized as her buttocks. In addition to being able to feel his individual pubic hairs when they pressed against her ass, she could feel the weave of the sheets with her nipples and the trickle of her love juice as it ran down her leg.
He was fucking her very hard, and it was sheer heaven. It was just as good when he pulled out his dripping cock and stuck it in her ass. He grimaced and his hands dug deeper into her hips. He was coming in her, and she loved that, for she wanted everyone in the world, even him, to feel as good as she did.
He wanted the same thing. As he squirted his cum in her orgasming body, he grunted, "Come! Now, baby. Come!"
She thought she couldn't come any harder and then she thought she was coming harder, for her love juice was flooding out of her as fast as the good feelings were flooding in. But then, as his final plunges drove her down flat on the mattress and she felt how wet it was on her belly, she realized she'd lost control of her bladder in her heavy orgasm and wet herself. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except that wonderful big cock in her.
He began to pull it out, and she clutched at the bedclothes and babbled, "No, wait! Just a minute! Perry, don't take it… Ahhh," she sighed, for when it was gone, it had left behind delicious, deep languor.
"What a fuck," Perry said. "Baby, you sure learn fast. I fucked the piss right out of you. You asleep? Hey, I gotta go get your car.. I hate to tie you up again, but I'm going to have to. It won't be for long, Laura. Remember, I love you."
Chapter 7
It took Perry almost two hours to run his errands, and Laura was still sleeping when he returned to the house. First he'd driven to within six blocks of the Happy Hour and walked the rest of the way to Laura's car. He'd driven it back to where he'd parked his car and left her VW there, inconspicuously parked on a residential street. He'd gone on to Helen's apartment next. She'd been pleased with his progress thus far and had given him some of her birth-control pills, her Polaroid camera, and best of all, suggestions and advice. The shopping center had been his next stop, where he'd spent a large part of his pay on food and drink from the supermarket and on exotic lingerie from the boutique. He tried out the camera first thing, and the results were gratifying. Distorted against the bed, Laura's face was still recognizable, as was her ass, sticking alluringly up behind her, the deep crack between her globular buttocks concealing where he'd been. He propped the picture up on the kitchen sink to look at while he put away his purchases and mixed a pitcher of Bloody Mary's. He put it away and undressed before he went into his bedroom again.