"Y-You wouldn't…!" Carol gasped, half-under her breath as she stared in growing panic at his cruel, grinning face, knowing even as she said it that there was nothing too loathsome for him to stoop to!
"Oh, I would, baby, and I will, if it's necessary… but we might be able to work something out… you and me. I'm a reasonable guy once you get to know me." Suddenly, he dropped down onto the couch beside her, the sweaty smell of him stinging her sensitive nostrils as she inwardly cringed at his nearness. "Of course, it's going to take a little cooperation on your part, but under the circumstances I figure you'll be willing. Right?"
"Wh-what do you expect me to do?" the frightened, divorced girl heard her own question.
"Well, now… first, you draw that fuzz bastard off my back. Make up a story, whatever you want, but make me look clean… otherwise, I'll have to see that he's worked over good… maybe eliminated altogether!"
His easily spoken statements came at her as if he were talking about the weather, their cold deadliness inciting a feeling of utter terror inside her, totally destroying any resistance she might have known. For one brief instant, she visualized Mark's body savagely beaten… and lifeless! Dear God, he didn't realize the ruthlessness of this animal! He was underestimating him…
"Well?" Ed White's voice jarred her.
"I–I… supposing he won't listen to me?" she managed, her green eyes reflecting the painful anxiety she was feeling. "How can I make him do something he…?"
"That's your problem, honey!" the big man snapped. "Mine is to shed him! That's why I decided to get you to help me." He was grinning once more and meaningfully toying with the damning tape-recorder Peggy had carried in her purse that lewd night… "But that's just part of the cooperation I expect from you, Miss Dorsett," he went on, suddenly moving his big, hot hand forward to suggestively settle on the negligee-shaded flesh just above her knee. "The rest involves sex… you and me, baby… right here… and right now…"
CHAPTER NINE
The room had begun to spin for Carol and had yet to stop! In the center of the whirlpool she saw the abominable grinning mouth of Ed White opening and closing as it seemed to come closer and closer to her!
"You fainted on me, kid," his gruff voice came down to her.
She saw then that she was stretched out on the couch and that she was covered by her negligee now draped carelessly over her. The white-haired man was on his knees beside her, a glass in his hand, and she could taste the burning liquid he had poured into her mouth.
"Wh-What…?"
"You'll be okay in a minute," he said, watching her. "I found some brandy and gave you a jolt."
Carol lay perfectly still for the passing of long seconds, trying to pull her wits together, before she realized that the apartment house manager's huge hand was cupping her naked breast beneath the flimsy negligee… causing a sense of repulsion to sweep through her! He'd stripped her naked while she was unconscious! Oh Mark…! She moaned and tried to raise up, pushing at his hand at the same time, but he only clutched tighter into the sensitive, resilient flesh and caught at her long hair to jerk her back down!
"L–Let me up! Take your filthy hands off me, damn you!" the frightened blonde cried, her brain starting to whirl again.
"No way, baby… or maybe you'd like to hear that tape again!" he rasped, his brutish face so close to her own that she could smell his obnoxious breath. And as he spoke and grinned at her she could feel his strong fingers cruelly gnarling the tiny nipple of her breast still acutely sensitive from Mark's hands last night. "You and me are going to have a wild little party of our own, doll. Nothing too fancy, but enough to shake the Goddamned hots I've been having for you for over a week now!"
Carol stared at him in panic, his big hand entangled in her hair holding her head securely down. The negligee had fallen to her waist and her naked white breasts were completely exposed to his lecherous eyes engorging on them with vulgar lust. She knew she was no match for him physically, but if she could only think of something…!
"I–I'll give you money… anything else you want," Carol babbled crazily as his huge hand kneaded and clutched the firm smooth mound, pinching at the tiny hardened nipple painfully with cruel thumb and forefinger. "Oohhh… please don't… please…?"
"I like the part about the money," he said, suddenly moving his tormenting hand to grasp the negligee and toss it onto the floor behind him. "Where'll you get it? From your ex-husband's alimony?" He sniggered. "Don't give me that shit, baby! You haven't got a dime! You're in the bag and you know it!"
Tears blinded her as she tried to think of any way she could stop him. She started to tell him Mark was coming soon, but thought better of that. God, she didn't want to get him anymore involved than he already was! Instead, she began to struggle, squirming and kicking her long, strong legs, but the huge man beside her only laughed, twisting his hand harder in her hair until she thought he was going to scalp her! She fell back onto the couch defeated, a groan of despair bubbling up out of her throat as suddenly he fastened his teeth into the hardened little nipple of her defenseless breast, while simultaneously his other big hand moved possessively down over her cringing belly to the soft, blonde curls covering the fleshy mound between her legs!
"No one's going to bother us, baby. I've locked the door," Ed White hissed, raising his wet lips from their lurid abuse. "It's just you and me for the next hour or so, and I promise not to get rough as long as you cooperate. So… just open your pretty legs for Daddy. He wants to see how that tight little pussy feels, the way Cannon does!"
Carol lay rigid, immobile, her brain unable to comprehend this horror that had suddenly swept into the very privacy of her own apartment! She was afraid to move, and at the same time, afraid not to follow Ed White's obscene commands! Again, she thought of Mark being savagely beaten in his vulnerable blindness… and then a twinge of pain shattered her thoughts. She whimpered helplessly as the sharpness of his dirty fingernails dug at the rising swell of her soft young pussy mound.
"Aagghhh…!" Carol winced at the repeated lewd torment, jerking her legs apart.
"That always works, baby… just a good healthy pinch right above, the cunt. Wider though, doll… come on, spread 'em wider… wider!" he commanded, Carol responding until she knew the tender pinkness between the fleshy, curl-fringed lips concealing her vagina was now lewdly exhibited to him.
He shifted downward on his knees toward the center of her nakedly stripped body, his big hand still hurtfully locked in her hair, imprisoning her head. She heard his lustful grunt and knew that he was gaping down at her helplessly displayed genitals. Her body jerked in reflex when she felt his thick fingers brush obscenely at her pussy's sensitive outer folds. They began to play there, pressing the love-swollen lips together so that the smooth soft flesh folded provokingly around her tiny clitoris, bringing it to a quivering, unwanted erection. Then with a fanning motion of his fingers he spread those lips wide apart, revealing to his lecherous eyes the moistening ovalled mouth of her tight cuntal passage, her entire pink crevice splayed debasingly open to him!
He lowered his big head slowly downward between her wide-held thighs until his face was less than an inch above her unprotected loins, and suddenly as her belly recoiled, he pursed his lips and blew his breath against the nakedly victimized flesh. An uncontrollable tremor rippled over the prostrate girl's smoothly rounded curves, a gasp escaping her lips.
"Feel good, baby… like a little feather tickling that delicate pussy flesh?" Ed White taunted, looking up at her shame-contorted face, the lascivious expression stretching his wet mouth only embarrassing her further. He snickered and she saw again the sadistic gleam in his mean eyes. "Tell me, doll, does that blind fucker like to eat your cunt?"