Larreau laughed once more. As always, he was reveling in his subjugation of this luscious American creature whom he had won, body and soul, at the turn of a card from a cheap Las Vegas gambler named Ace Fennel. In a thirty-six hour straight session he'd cleaned Fennel of his last sou, then wagered twenty thousand dollars against the girl's ass, insisting that she strip naked and lay flat in the center of the table as Fennel's ante, next to his own green stacked bills. He remembered how she'd cried and pleaded in shame and fear as he'd run his hands over her nude body in an intimate, unnecessary, appraisal of her value while she begged Fennel not to do this thing to her. She'd loved the hood all right, which had served to spice the gamble to the limit, and when it was decided that one cut of the cards, high man, would determine the winner, and he had turned a five of spades, followed by Fennel's anxious but confident drawing of the deuce of diamonds, she had broken into near hysterics.
He'd taken her the first time right then, stripping and climbing onto the table between her pretty long legs while her dejected boyfriend turned his back and walked from the room, ignoring her desperate, wailing pleas for help, and it'd been the most satisfying, fulfilling fuck he'd ever had with her, for she had fought him violently and he'd beaten and raped her a half-dozen times, until his loins were drained dry and he'd collapsed on top of her in an exhausted sleep. After that, she had never been the same… nothing but a spiritless pig who couldn't control herself once his prick tripped her libido, a cringing slave ready to stoop before him and perform the vilest act he could think of at his command; completely gone was the last trace of resistance that had made her at all worth while to him sexually.
He was damned near through with her… maybe entirely through; he wasn't quite certain yet; that was going to depend on Antoine's sweet little wife, Madeleine, along with several other minor details… but right at the moment he was enjoying the erotic spectacle of Ginny Novak's pain twisted face. Unfortunately, in a matter of minutes, she would come to enjoy it, lessening his own pleasure… and even as he stared up into her contorted face, mercilessly driving his gigantic shaft up into her yet tight passage, he saw the masochistic little sparks of initial delight come alive to dance in her sea-green eyes… that time had already arrived; she was suddenly beginning to relish her agony.
He clutched at her narrow, supple waist and thrust brutally once more, but her anxious, wincing moments had passed. She half-smiled a cold and hard expression, yet there was excitement blended with it.
God, how she despised him. To her, he was the culmination of all evil, but there was no way she could resist… once it was inside her… the intoxicating thrill of his unbelievable shaft. She had known many men in her life, from hired help on her father's mid-western farm when she was only thirteen, to the shifty-eyed, pasty-faced gamblers who shunned the daylight in the gambling casinos of Las Vegas, but never had she met a male to equal this wicked little monstrosity's sexual stamina, or massive, satisfying organ, and even with his twisted mind and depraved perversions, she was yet to be denied her first moment of satisfaction with him carnally. And his fat little ugly, pudgy hands with their deceiving strength… they could set her afire with their skilled, pleasureable manipulations… drive her to act regardless of how debasing; she was truly his slave in lust… factually and willingly.
"All right, M'sieu'… I'm ready now… do whatever you damned pleased," she hissed down at him, as if they were engaging in some sort of contest of physical endurance.
"You pig," he spat at her in French, still he could not hold back his grin. "Bitch!" She was indeed his counterpart; presently, he was sorry he had to end their association.
She began to smile down at him excitedly, at the same moment clenching her buttocks tight to her own advantage as she began to rhythmically ride up and down his long, thick rod, and he could feel the abrupt secretion of her lubricating fluids from the velvety walls of her vagina bathing his cock warmly as she now swallowed up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that pulled at the lining of his testicles. Viciously, he dug at her pink-nippled, erect breasts, the soft resilient flesh oozing between his fingers like rubbery putty as she worked her full, round, white buttocks up and down furiously, her now incited cunt endeavoring to ingest… even devour him.
Mon Dieu. She was a human fucking machine, he mused. She had only to be set off and she went insane. If it were a stallion's cock it would all be the same to her… a prick was a prick as long as it triggered her. Even so, he'd not missed the longing eyes she'd cast so many times in Antoine's direction; but what in God's name would Antoine do with such a women? Suddenly, he laughed aloud at the thought, then, he said: "You did well keeping my nephew occupied while I discussed important business matters with his Madeleine."
Ginny snickered openly, it seemed like her turn anyway. "What kind of business, M'sieu'?"
Larreau sobered quickly: he didn't appreciate her obvious meaning. "Your tongue is long enough to choke you, Ma'mo'selle. I suggest you curb it," he snarled at her. "Talking as you do, a girl could find herself in an awkward situation, eh?"
Ginny never lost her smile. Factually, she was in ecstasy, and at such times little could reach and upset her. Her loins had come alive with tiny prurient sensations caused by his massive prick that she was forcing in and out of her vaginal passage at a rapid, ever increasing rate. And she had serviced him long enough now to know that he would do little until he'd spewed his hot, white sperm up into her. She placed a kiss on the tip of her finger, then lay that on the end of his nose.
He grinned, unable to hold it back. His colorless eyes dropped to stare at his proud cock pushing and pulling at the pink, ragged lips of the hair-lined pussy between her straddling legs, the tiny coral petals of its inner lips clasping hungrily around the glistening shaft as it disappeared deep up the salacious clasping hole.
"You're the best," he said suddenly, not meaning to, but unable to hold it back. "You fucking whore… you're the best ever!"
She laughed. "Yes, darling, I know," she said, smiling and squirming, writhing her round buttocks on the down-stroke.
"But you think you have me trapped, eh pig?"
"No… no, I don't. I never wanted you trapped, M'sieu'. I never wanted you at all. You made me what I am."
"Bitch!"
"Oui… in French. Exactly… in good old USofA, master."
"You are a big mouth! You talk too much and say too little," he snarled at her. "How would you like to join the ranks of my swill-pigs, sow?"
"I figure that's just about my next stop…"
"Exactly!" he exclaimed, watching as she continued the same body action and he could see her stomach muscles contract as she clutched with the long velvety sleeve of her snug vagina skillfully at his prick.
"Cunt! Bitch!" he gasped. "On the floor, whore! On your belly, damn you!"
Ginny's breath caught in her throat. Had she gone too far? What in God's name had he conceived of now? She dare not hesitate. Nimbly, she hopped off him and dropped onto all-fours, her tongue-tip protruding between the two white even rows of her small teeth.
"Down!" he snapped, and she dropped flat on her belly.
Slowly, he came out of the chair and knelt to stare lasciviously at the warm, voluptuous body beneath him. He slid his hand along the inner side of her soft, white thigh to the moistened lips and thin pink slit of her pussy, tracing the hair-line separation with a forefinger upward between the creamy hued orbs of her firm, white buttocks, watching the round, soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch; then, he felt the desire in his own loins beginning to glow hotly. Mon Dieu, the feel of her satin-like skin could still set him off… damn, but she was a desirable bitch!