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Object of Affection

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CHAPTER 13
The older man stood looking at them from the doorway. Then he
spoke. "You kids," he said, "get dressed and go take a hike. NOW!"
"Dad," said Albie frantically, "I can explain everything, I swear I
can, I..."
"Move! Both of you. Right out of this apartment. And don't hurry
back."
Both naked boys scuttled past him, holding their hands self-
consciously in front of their crotches. Then they dressed hurriedly
in Albie's room. The man stood watching impassively until the front
door closed behind them.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her face bright with humiliation,
with a sheet clutched tightly in front of her to hide her nakedness.
Then as she stared fearfully at the man's back she again became aware
of the painful clamp on her throbbing left nipple. She reached
surreptitiously up under the sheet and slowly and awkwardly unscrewed
it with one trembling hand, trying to bite back her soft groans as
the clamp finally came free.
The man turned slowly in the doorway and stood looking at her. "And
how the fuck," he said at last, "did my underage son manage to get
hold of a hooker?"
She closed her eyes and bowed her head, her face burning hotter than
ever. "I'm not a hooker," she muttered hopelessly, clutching the
sheet even tighter against her bare breasts. "Oh God, I'm not a
hooker."
"Well you could've fooled me. Bare ass naked in my bedroom with my
kid. What the hell else could you be?"
The words stung. "I'm his schoolteacher!" she burst out in angry
despair. "And that little bastard of a son of yours has been making
my life absolute hell for the past week! He's blackmailed me, he's
raped me, he's beaten me, he's..."
"What?" said the man incredulously. "How the hell...?"
"He found some old pinups I posed for ten years ago," she said
bitterly. "And he used them to blackmail me into having sex with him.
Only I didn't know the camera was running while we were doing it, did
I? And then he used those photos to blackmail me even more. And then
he took videos of me with that other little bastard, and then he..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The man held up his hands hastily. "Slow down!
I'm not making sense of any of this." His face softened a
little. "Maybe you ought to get dressed and calm down and then tell
me all about it."
* * * * *
She sat in the armchair, fully dressed, with a drink clutched tightly
between her trembling hands. "...And they were just starting to try
out some of that..." She stopped, and shuddered. "...That dreadful
equipment on me when you arrived."
Albie's father sat on the sofa staring at her, shaking his head
slowly in incredulity. "My God," he said at last. "So you've been
having non-stop sex with my fifteen-year-old son. And that other kid -
he only looked about twelve!"
"He's fourteen!" she said savagely. "And he's a horrible little
monster. Most of the unspeakable things that have happened to me were
thanks to him. He makes your son look like an angel by comparison."
"But you've broken the law," he went on insistently. "Underage sex.
That's... that's statutory rape. That's a criminal offence."
"But I already told you! They forced me to do it. None of it was my
idea!"
"I don't know," he muttered. "Underage sex - right here in my
apartment. I don't see how I can just pretend it didn't happen. I'd
be an accessory to a crime."
She opened her mouth to protest again. And then suddenly she saw it -
the way he was licking his lips, the stealthy glances at her body. My
God! she thought, appalled, he's no better than his son. He's waiting
for me to... to... Oh God! She averted her face as the fresh sense of
despair flooded over her. "Oh God," she said hopelessly. "And for one
stupid moment I thought you might even help me." She squeezed her
eyes tight shut and sat there trembling. "Oh my God. All right -
what... what do you want to keep quiet about it?"
He didn't answer. Finally she opened her eyes and looked across at
him, still blinking back her hopeless tears. He had his thighs open,
and the bulge of his erection was plainly visible in the crotch of
his trousers. He licked his lips once more.
She slid down onto her knees and let out a despairing moan. The glass
slipped from her hand as she got down on all fours and crawled slowly
over towards him. "Oh God," she moaned again as she reached up
shakily to unzip his fly.
"Oh shit!" he gasped, as her mouth closed over his erection. His
hands grabbed for her hair. "Oh fuck! I don't believe this!"
I don't believe it either, she thought bitterly. Here I am kneeling
in front of a complete stranger, with his penis in my mouth. For
God's sake, what have I become? And she closed her eyes and
concentrated grimly on what she had to do.
"Oh yeah..." he panted, tightening his fingers in her hair. His
breathing quickened. "Oh yeah... Oh God, I could never get my ex to
do this. Always wanted it... Oh God... Oh FUCK!..."
She felt his trembling increase as she worked. My God, she thought,
shuddering slightly, any minute now - another mouthful! For God's
sake, will I have to keep doing this to every damn man I meet?
"Oh yeahhhhhhh!..." he screamed, ramming her face into his
crotch. "I'm coming... coming... COMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!..."
She started sucking and swallowing desperately as the thick liquid
pulsed out into her mouth. "Oh yeah..." he moaned, slumping back in
his chair. His fingers slowly slackened their grip in her hair. "Oh
yeah... Oh God... Oh yeah..." He reached down and shakily groped one
of her breasts through her clothing. "Oh my God. So that's what
you've been doing for my son..." His head fell back. "Ohhhhh
fuuuuuuck...!"
She lifted her face out of his lap. "Will that be all?" she asked
bitterly, still trembling. "Can I go now?"
He flinched as if she had hit him. Then his face darkened. "No," he
said angrily. "No - that won't be all." He hesitated, glaring at her
and obviously searching for some way of striking back. Then he took a
deep breath. "You... you've been making some pretty wild accusations
about my son - how he's supposedly been beating you and all. So prove
them. Take off your clothes and show me the marks on your ass."
She just knelt there, looking sullenly up at him but not moving.
"You want me to phone the cops?" he said.
"No," she said wearily, "I don't want you to phone the police." She
got slowly to her feet and reached up to start reluctantly
unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh God."
He sat watching her, unashamedly fondling his limp penis through his
open fly, until she was completely naked. His lips twisted. "So
you're not a hooker, but you just happen to have a shaved pussy,
right?"
She flushed. "I told you," she muttered. "Your son made me do it."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. The devil made you do it. None of it was your
idea." He reached out his free hand. "Lemme feel it. See if you've
got a five o'clock shadow." Then he laughed.
Her face burned even brighter. She moved unwillingly closer, and then
flinched as he grabbed at her pubic mound.
"Mmmm," he said thoughtfully, running his fingers slowly over her
shaven triangle. "Not bad. Pretty damn smooth, in fact." Then one of
his fingers slid inside her and found her clitoris.
"Aaahh!..." she gasped, responding involuntarily to his touch.
"What's your name, Teacher?" His finger was moving faster now.
"Ohhhhh!..." she gasped, trembling. "A...A...Susan. Susan Jones. Oh
God...!"
His finger slid further up inside her vagina, searching for her G-
spot. "Mrs or Miss?"
"Oh God!... I told you... Your son threatened to... to tell my
husband!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!..."
Suddenly he withdrew his finger, leaving her panting and trembling in
front of him. "You're a real horny bitch, aren't you? For a rape
victim." He smirked up at her. "I've got just the thing for you. My
ex left it behind when she moved out." He got up, with his limp penis
still hanging out his trousers, and pushed her to one side. Then he
went into his bedroom.
Her breathing was just starting to slow when he reappeared in the
doorway. "Here - catch," he said, throwing her a large red
vibrator. "Turn it on and get started. Let's see how long you can
stay on your feet."
She fumbled to catch it, her face burning even redder than the
vibrator. Then she stood looking at him, still trembling, as he sat
down again in front of her and started fondling his penis
again. "Please," she whispered. "Mr May - please..."
He shrugged, then started to get up for a second time. "Suit
yourself, lady. I'll just phone the cops and tell them everything."
"No!" She stumbled forward, trying to prevent him getting up. "I'll
do what you want. Please don't phone them. Oh God, please!"
His smirk returned. "Not quite so snooty now, huh? OK, switch it on
and start fucking yourself." The smirk became harder as his hand
tightened on his penis. "I want to see the whole eight inches pumping
in and out of that shaved cunt. And I want to see you doing it real
fast till I tell you to stop."
"Oh God," she whispered. Then she looked down helplessly at the
unfamiliar object in her hands. "I... I don't know..."
"Oh for God's sake," he said disgustedly - "the knob. Twist the
fucking knob on the back end." He shook his head. "Well, one thing's
for sure - you're no hooker. Not if you don't even know how to turn
on a vibrator."
She flushed again, and then fumbled inexpertly with the knurled
plastic wheel. "Oh!..." she gasped as it suddenly started buzzing,
and almost dropped it.
"That's it. Now pull your cunt lips apart with one hand and fuck
yourself with the other. And hurry it up - I haven't got all night."
Her face was burning. She darted one more hopeless look at him and
slowly pulled her labia apart with her free hand. Then she hesitantly
brought the tip of the vibrator up to the mouth of her
vagina. "Ohhhhhh!..." she gasped again as the buzzing plastic touched
her.
"Shove it in," he said impatiently. He was fondling his penis faster
now. "All the way. And then get on with the action."
"Oh God." She began hesitantly pushing the plastic cylinder up inside
herself, shuddering as the vibration began spreading through the
whole length of her vagina. "Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhh..."
"C'mon - pump it. Pump it!"
She could feel her knees shaking as she started moving it slowly in
and out. Without even realizing she found herself pressing it hard up
against her clitoris. Her knees started to shake even
more. "Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ohhhhhh... Oh God..."
"Fuck yourself faster, lady. Or I'll call the cops right now."
She let out an involuntary sob as she forced herself to obey him,
thrusting the vibrator in and out as fast as she could. And then
suddenly the insistent buzzing against her clitoris took her over the
edge. "Oh God!" she wailed as her knees buckled under her. "Aaahhh...
aaaaaahhhhhh... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!..."
He sat watching as she slumped gasping and panting to the
floor. "Yeah," he said after her breathing started to slow, "like I
thought - real horny." He shook his head. "You know something? I
don't believe any of that shit about you being under duress. I think
you've been getting off on everything those kids did with you." His
lips twisted. "So let's see your ass. Let's see about all those so-
called beatings."
"Oh God." She fumbled clumsily at her crotch to turn off the still-
buzzing vibrator. Then she struggled to her feet, still breathing
heavily, and stood naked and trembling in front of him. "Mr May," she
said desperately, "I... I swear that everything I've told you is the
truth. I..."
"Shut up. Shut up and turn around."
She flushed and did as she was told, biting her lip in humiliation.
She heard him gasp as her bruised buttocks came into view. "My God!"
he said incredulously. "So they DID paddle you. Fuck - look at those
stripes!" Then he muttered, almost as an afterthought: "God, when I
think of that bitch of an ex-wife of mine - the number of times I
wished I could've paddled HER." He paused, obviously savoring the
sight, then suddenly snapped his fingers. "Come here."
She stumbled closer to him, still trembling. He pointed at his lap,
where his fly gaped open and his limp penis still hung out of
it. "Get over my knee. If I can't paddle her then I'll paddle you
instead. Maybe you'll yell loud enough for her to hear." He smiled
thinly. "She's only about a thousand miles away."
Oh God in heaven, she thought in despair, haven't I suffered enough
this weekend? Oh my God! She licked her trembling lips. "Mr May,
please," she said hopelessly - "those boys have hurt me so much I...
I just couldn't bear any more..."
"You've got exactly five seconds." He was still pointing at his
lap. "Before I phone the cops."
"Oh my God." Shivering with despair she climbed slowly and
unwillingly across his lap. "Oh God - please..."
He started roughly fondling her dangling breasts with one
hand. "Mmmm," he said happily, kneading her bruised buttocks with the
other hand and pushing her naked crotch down hard against his exposed
penis, "I'm gonna enjoy this. If I can't punish one bitch then I'll
sure as hell punish another." His hand lifted up off her
buttocks. "Let's see if that bitch Felicity can hear this one." And
then his hand came slamming down again. <SLAP!>
"Owwwwww!" she yelped, convulsing on top of him. "Oh God!"
"Nah," he said scornfully, "not loud enough. I told you - she's a
thousand miles away. Let's try again." <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!>
"Owwwwww! Aaaaaaah! Owwwwwwwww! Oh God! Mr May - PLEASE!..."
"Nah, that's still not loud enough. C'mon, you're a schoolteacher -
you've gotta know about yelling at kids. Let's HEAR it!" <SLAP!>
<SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!> <SLAP!>
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww... Owwwwww...
OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!... Oh God, I can't bear it, I can't bear it...!"
Heedless of the consequences she flung herself desperately off his
lap and grabbed frantically for his crotch. "Oh God, I'll give you
sex, I'll suck you, I'll suck you. Oh God, please don't hurt me any
more - please please please..."
He gripped her by the hair and tipped her face up. "You already did
that. You think I'm gonna come again so soon? At my age?"
She was hastily groping for his still-limp penis with trembling
fingers, even as she kept looking up into his face. "Oh God yes," she
gabbled desperately, "I'm very good I can suck you so well I'm sure I
can make you come again. Oh God, please please please please
please..."
He kept looking down at her and she fell silent, with her hands still
at his crotch and her lips trembling.
His smile was hard. "So you're not a hooker, but you just happen to
have a shaved cunt. AND you just happen to be a blow job expert. AND
you're just begging for the chance to suck me off again. Right?"
Her face burned. Oh God, she thought in despair, you're hurting me so
much, what other choice do I have? "Yes," she whispered
dully. "Please... please let me suck you off again."
"OK," he said shortly, "give me the full treatment. Undress me real
slow and sexy and then give me the world's best blow job." He glanced
at his watch. "But don't take too long. I haven't got all night."
Yeah, right, she thought hopelessly - do it slow and sexy but don't
take too long. Oh God! Her fingers were still trembling as she
reached up to unbutton his shirt.
"Stand up," he said suddenly. "And spread your legs. I want to feel
you up some more while you're undressing me."
"Oh God," she whispered again. She forced herself shakily to her
feet, still unbuttoning his shirt. Then she flinched as his hand went
between her legs.
"C'mon," he said roughly, "get `em apart. I want that shaved cunt of
yours wide open."
Her face became even hotter as she obeyed him. She finished undoing
his shirt and slid it back off his shoulders, wincing as his finger
started thrusting roughly into her. Then as she bent over and reached
down towards his trousers he grabbed at her dangling breasts
again. "Yeah," he said happily, fondling her vagina and breasts and
lifting his buttocks as she pulled his trousers down, "this is more
like it. We definitely should've done it naked last time." As she
crouched down to undo his shoes and pull his clothing free he
released her crotch reluctantly, then opened his thighs wide. He
sighed again as her mouth closed over his penis and her hair brushed
his bare stomach. "Yeah - much more like it! But like I said - don't
take all night."
She tried everything she knew to stimulate him, but his penis stayed
limp. Then she sensed him finally starting to stir with impatience on
the sofa and her desperation grew. "C'mon," he growled at last, "I
told you to hurry it up." He grabbed her by the hair and looked down
into her face. "Five more minutes," he said. "After that we go back
to the paddling."
"Oh God." She let out a desperate little sob and redoubled her
efforts. But his flaccid organ still didn't respond. Then her heart
sank as she felt an increasing pull at her hair. "No!" she gasped as
he started pulling her face away from his crotch. "No!" she wailed
again, struggling frantically to keep her mouth down against his
penis. "I CAN suck you, I CAN make you hard, I CAN make you come
again - please, please, please..."
"Shut up." His tone was hard as he stared down at her. "Stop wasting
my time." He pulled even harder at her hair, bending her head back
and making her frightened eyes look directly into his. "Get up and go
stand over there." He pointed towards the coffee table with his free
hand. "Then bend over and put your hands down flat on the table. With
your feet apart and your ass sticking out."
"Oh God - please!" She scrabbled desperately for his genitals with
both hands. "I SWEAR I can make you..."
"Owwww!" he yelped, quickly grabbing both her wrists. "You trying to
bust my balls or something, you stupid bitch?" He leaned forward, his
hands still clamped around her wrists, until his face was just inches
from hers. "Do - what - I - tell - you," he said slowly and
deliberately. "Or I'll phone the fucking cops RIGHT NOW!"
"Oh GOD!" Her wail was absolute despair. As he pushed her away she
staggered to her feet and stumbled slowly and unwillingly to the
coffee table. Her tears fell onto the polished surface as she pressed
her hands down against it. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..."
Before she realized where he had gone, he suddenly re-emerged from
the bedroom holding a heavy leather strap. She felt herself going
cold all over. "Mr May," she whispered, still staying in position
over the table, "please - for God's sake..."
He ignored her and flexed the strap slowly between his hands as he
stood there naked in front of her. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction -
"nice one. Those kids picked up some real neat stuff. Felicity ought
to hear you OK if I paddle you with this." He moved beside her and
raised his arm, then suddenly brought it slamming down. <WHAPPP!>
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed, leaping upright and grabbing at
her beaten buttock with both hands. "Owwwwwwwwwwww! Oh GOD!..." She
hopped desperately from one foot to the other, trying to relieve the
pain. "Owwwwwwwww!"
"Hey," he said as her wails subsided, "your tits wobbled real great
when we did that! That was a real turn on. Put your hands back down
on the table and let's see it again." And he raised his arm once more.
"Oh God, please...!" Her tears were flowing freely now, as she stood
trembling in front of him and still clutching her punished
buttock. "Please, Mr May..."
He tapped the coffee table impatiently with the heavy strap. "Get
back down there." His smile was unpleasant. "Like the schoolmasters
say in those neat English videos: `Assume the position!' " And he
tapped the table again. His other hand was still at his penis,
fondling it slowly as he looked at her.
She glanced furtively at him through her tears, and then caught a
glimpse of his penis between his fingers. It was finally starting to
stiffen again. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, he's just like his
son - he's getting off on hurting me. Oh, God help me! She bent down
in despair and put her palms back down against the tabletop. Her sore
buttock was still throbbing and she could feel herself trembling all
over.
"Yeah," he said happily as she slowly and unwillingly pushed her
bottom out again, "this is so fucking neat - my very own spanking
video, and I get to play the lead." And his arm descended again.
<WHAPPP!>
"Oh GODDDD!" she howled, jerking desperately away from the strap.
"Stop cringing and keep your ass pushed out!" <WHAPPP!> <WHAPPP!>
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Owwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwww!..." Her legs folded under her
and she collapsed wailing onto the floor, clutching her buttocks
again. He stood over her naked, fondling his slowly stiffening organ
and looking down at her in silence as her sobbing died away. "OK," he
said at last, "my dick's just about ready for some more of that
mouth. Get over here to the sofa."
She lifted her head and blinked dazedly up at him through her
tears. "You... you won't hit me any more? If I suck you again?" She
choked back a sob. "Oh God, I... I swear I'll suck you so well. Oh
God, please, please don't hit me any more..."
"Depends." His smile was thin. "You're gonna have to suck real, real
good for that." He moved to one end of the sofa and sat down. "And if
you don't get here fast you'll get paddled anyway."
"Oh God!" She scrambled hastily to her feet and ran to the sofa. "Oh
God, please - no more paddling..."
He patted the sofa beside him. "Lie along the sofa - here, on your
belly. And get your mouth over my dick. Now!"
She let out another desperate little sob as she obeyed him. As soon
as she was stretched out full length on the oversized sofa he grabbed
her hair again. "OK," he said, pulling her face over his
crotch, "suck!"
She quickly grasped his semi-erect organ and closed her mouth over
it. Suck him well, she told herself desperately. While you're doing
that he mightn't beat you. Suck him as well as you can!
But then her heart sank as his voice came again from above her. "Take
your mouth off," he commanded. "I'm gonna paddle you again, and I
don't want my dick bitten off when I do it."
"Oh God," she gasped as her mouth came away. "Please..."
But the strap was already descending towards her bruised buttocks.
<WHAPPP!>
"Owwwwwwwww!" she shrieked, convulsing on the sofa. "Oh Godddddd!..."
But his hands were already pulling her head back towards his
crotch. "Suck!" he commanded again.
"Oh God - please! Ummmmmm!... Ummmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!..."
"OK - mouth off. Here comes the next one." <WHAPPP!>
Her body arched on top of him once more. "Owwwwww! Oh God!"
"OK - quit blubbering and put your mouth on again. Suck good enough
and I might even keep my promise and stop the paddling."
"Oh God!..." She sucked in a desperate breath and began frantically
sucking again.
"Nah." His tone was pitiless. "That's not good enough. Mouth off
again." <WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!>
"Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! Oh God - please!..."
"C'mon - mouth on again! I haven't got all night..."
As she jerked and howled under his relentless paddling it seemed that
the dreadful cycle of suck-and-punish was going to go on forever. And
then slowly and almost imperceptibly his tone changed.
"Take that, Felicity, you bitch! And that!... And that!... And
THAT!!..."
"Aaaaahhhh! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Oh GOD!... Mmmmmmm!...
Mmmmmmm!... Mmmmmmm!..."
"That's it, you frigid bitch - suck my dick, whether you like it or
not. Deep throat it till you gag, bitch!"
"Urkkkkkk!... Ukkkkkkkk!... Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!
Mmmmmm!..."
Suddenly he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her face roughly up
off his erect penis. "Fucking bitch!" he shouted as his other arm
started flailing at her throbbing buttocks. <WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!
> "...Not laughing at me now, are you, bitch?..." <WHAPPP! WHAPPP!
WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP! WHAPPP!>
"Aaaaggghhh! Owwwwww! OWWWWWW! AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!... Oh God -
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!..."
Suddenly and without warning he threw her onto the floor and jumped
on top of her, forcing her legs apart urgently with his knees. She
wailed again as his erection stabbed viciously into her
vagina. "Bitch!" he yelled, as he started humping frantically on top
of her. "Fucking bitch!... Take half my assets, would you, bitch?...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Well now you're the one who's
getting screwed - BITCH!!..."
Oh God, she thought in agony as she jerked and moaned and shuddered
under his savage thrusting, so now I'm a surrogate for his ex-wife.
Oh my God - what next, what next, what next?...
"Fucking the fucking BITCH!..." he screamed, humping even faster. "Oh
FUCK!... I'm gonna COME!... Oh God!... Oh yeah!... Filling your
frigid cunt... with all my jism..., you frigid BITCH!... Ahhhhhh!...
Ohhhhhhhhh!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!..."
He slumped heavily down onto her, still at last. "Bitch..." he gasped
once more, still breathing hoarsely. Then after a long pause he
climbed unsteadily to his feet and headed towards his
bedroom. "Bitch..." she heard him mutter again as he disappeared.
"Oh God," she whispered hopelessly as she lay there staring at the
wall, "the son rapes me, the father rapes me - the son beats me, the
father beats me..." She choked back a despairing sob. "Is there a God
in this universe? Won't somebody tell me? For God's sake, why do I
have to go through all this? Oh for God's sake - why, why, WHY?..."
Then suddenly she saw the shoes and the pants cuffs beside her and
looked up with a frightened gasp.
He was bending over her, fully dressed and smirking again. "I enjoyed
that. It was... good therapy!" The smirk got wider. "I'll have to
start coming home more often." Then he laughed and was gone.
Her tormented buttocks throbbed. So did her vagina. Rape and abuse,
she thought despairingly. That's all there is to look forward to.
Rape and abuse - from everyone. Oh God!
She huddled herself into a hopeless naked ball on the floor and
closed her eyes.
* * * * *
"Did you let him fuck you?"
A hand was tugging insistently at her bare shoulder. She groaned and
opened one eye.
"Well - did you?" Albie repeated impatiently. "Did you let my Dad
fuck you?"
She blinked blearily up at him, trying to focus on what he was
saying. "What... what else could I do?" she said at last. "He was
threatening to report me to the police."
"Report us to the cops? Shit - that's supposed to be my call, not
his." He stopped, and then frowned at her. "So - is he gonna report
us or not? Did you make him happy?"
"Oh yes," she said bitterly. Without thinking she rubbed her sore
buttocks and winced. "He was happy all right."
Albie let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's OK." He relaxed
visibly, and then his lips twisted. "I guess one more dick up your
cunt isn't gonna make much difference by now, is it? Specially if it
keeps you out of jail."
She flinched, but didn't reply. She could feel her face burning.
Suddenly his gaze moved to the hand she was still holding against her
buttocks. "What's the matter?" he demanded. "What's wrong with your
ass?"
She gritted her teeth. "Oh, nothing," she said resentfully. "Only
more paddling, that's all." She could feel her resentment overriding
her common sense as the bitter words came tumbling out. "I guess it
runs in the family - beating and raping women. You both seem to be
very good at it."
Albie stared down at her for a moment. Then his eyes
narrowed. "You're not dissing my Dad, are you, Suzie? I don't
appreciate that." He started looking around the room. "So maybe he
hasn't got a lot of time for me, but he's still family." Then his
eyes fell on the leather strap, still lying on the sofa. "Is that
what he used on you?"
Suddenly she knew what was coming. She felt her face going
white. "I... Oh God, Mr. May, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
The strap was in his hand now. "I asked you a question, Suzie. Is
this what he used?"
"Oh God, Mr. May - please...!"
"So where did he put you, Suzie? Over the back of a chair? Is that
where he paddled you?"
Her lower lip was trembling uncontrollably now. "I... He... he made
me bend down and... and put my hands on the coffee table. Oh God, Mr.
May, I'm sorry for what I said. Please... please don't punish me any
more tonight. Oh God - please...!"
"Did he say why he made you stand there? Go over and show me."
"He... he said it was so he could watch my... my breasts wobbling
every time he hit me." She let out a desperate little sob. "He... he
said it turned him on." Suddenly she summoned up the energy from
somewhere and launched herself at Albie's feet, grabbing frantically
at the cuffs of his jeans. "Oh for God's sake please don't beat me
any more tonight. I just couldn't take any more punishment. Oh God -
PLEASE!"
"I told you before, Suzie, I only do it when you screw up. And
dissing my Dad is screwing up - big time." He pulled himself
impatiently away from the desperate grip on his jeans. "Now go bend
over like he told you, or I'll start sending emails."
"Oh my God!" She dissolved into tears as she dragged herself up off
the floor and moved slowly and unwillingly over to the coffee
table. "Oh God," she moaned as she pressed her hands down against the
table and waited, shivering with despair, for the nightmare to begin
again.
<WHAPPP!> The strap slammed agonisingly against her bare flesh. "Oh
Godddddd!" she screamed, grabbing at herself and convulsing in
pain. "Owwwww! Owwwww! Owwwww!"
He stood back, waiting for her wailing and squirming to
subside. "Yeah," he said with satisfaction, "my Dad was right. Your
tits wobble real great when you get hit bending over like that." Then
he stopped, frowning. "I just realized, Suzie - that's another screw
up. What'd you say when you told me why he put you there?"
She had one hand up off the table, still clutching at her burning
buttock. "W...what?" she sobbed.
"Why did my Dad make you bend over like that? Tell me again."
"Oh God - I already told you! So he could... so he could watch my
breasts wobbling. Oh please, Mr. May..."
"Yeah - that was it! Watch you WHAT wobbling? Didn't I already tell
you about using the right words, Suzie?"
"Oh God! I... I should've said so he could watch my... my tits
wobbling. Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May - I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry..."
"So where do you think I oughta paddle you next? To remind you?"
She froze, staring at him in horror, with one hand still clutching
her buttock. "Oh God," she whispered. Without thinking her other arm
came protectively across her breasts. "Oh God..."
His smile was hard. He started speaking again, slowly and softly and
menacingly: "Put your hands back down on the table, Suzie. Yeah -
that's right. Now slide them further apart... No - further than
that... OK, that's far enough. Now - tip your head back so I can get
a real good swing at them."
"Oh God, Mr. May..." She held herself tremblingly in position, with
her head back and her bare breasts dangling vulnerably and the tears
pouring down her cheeks. "Oh please, I'm begging you..."
He hefted the strap, squinting at her breasts. "So what are they
called, Suzie? Tell me again." And his hand swung down and back.
"Oh God, Mr. May. T...t...tits! Mr. May, for God's sake please
don't... Owwwwwwwwww! Oh GOD...!"
He started swinging continuously, smashing the strap hard up against
each breast in turn. "What are they called, Suzie?"
"Owwwwwwwww! Tits! Oh God - tits, tits, tits, tits, TITS...! Owwwwww!
Owwwwwwwww! OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!..."
Then before she realized what he was doing he moved behind her and
slammed the strap savagely across both of her aching
buttocks. "What's this called, Suzie?"
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh! Owwwwww! It's my ass, my ass, my ASS...! Oh God Mr.
May I swear I know what it's called, you don't have to hit me there
again... Owwwwwwwww! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Oh Godddddddddddd!..."
Then without warning he swung again, right up between her spread
legs. "And what's THIS called, Suzie?" he shouted as the strap
smashed against her open vagina.
"Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, clutching wildly at her tortured
crotch as she fell to the floor. "Oh GODDDDDDDDDD! It's my cunt, it's
my cunt, oh God it's my CUNT..." She clenched her eyes shut in agony
and thrashed around on the carpet. "Oh God, Mr. May, I swear it's my
cunt! Oh please, Mr. May, please don't hit me any more, please, Mr.
May, please, please, please...Oh God - PLEASE..." Her thrashing
slowly died away as the pain began to fade. "Oh God, please..."
Suddenly she sensed that he was no longer standing beside her and she
opened her eyes again, just in time to see him disappearing into his
father's bedroom. Oh my God, she thought in exhausted despair, what's
he doing in there, for God's sake? He must be getting some more of
that... that dreadful equipment! Oh God!...
Then she flinched in dismay as something hit the floor beside
her. "Put those on, Suzie. And make it snappy."
She looked at what he had thrown at her and her heart sank even
further. Oh my God, she thought - wrist and ankle cuffs! If I put
those on I'll be completely helpless. He'll be able to do anything he
wants! "Oh God, Mr. May," she sobbed, "please don't tie me up.
Please, please, please don't hurt me any more. Oh God, please...!"
Immediately he strode forward and grabbed her hair, twisting her head
up to face his bedroom door. "What's in there, Suzie?" He shook her
savagely. "Tell me what's in there."
"Oh God. Your... your computer, Mr. May."
"And what's on my computer?"
"All... all those emails."
"You want me to send them?" He twisted her head back to look up into
his face and shook her again. "You want me to send the one with the
video? That what you want?"
"No, Mr. May. Oh God."
"Then when I tell you to put on the fucking cuffs - PUT ON THE
FUCKING CUFFS!"
"Oh God." She lay there, staring helplessly up into his angry face
with his fingers clamped in her hair. Then she gave a small sob and
started groping blindly around on the floor beside her, searching for
the cuffs. Her fingers closed tremblingly around one of them. "Oh
God."
He stared down at her for a moment longer, and then released his grip
on her hair. Then he stepped back and stood, arms folded, waiting for
her to finish fastening the cuffs onto her wrists and ankles. "OK,
Suzie," he said softly. "Now go bend over the back of that armchair."
She struggled to her feet and limped painfully and unwillingly over
to do what she was told. She went cold with despair as he pulled her
ankles apart and strapped each of them to a chairleg. She could feel
herself trembling all over. As he came around to the front of the
chair and knelt down to fasten her wrists she opened her mouth again,
but nothing came out. It'll just make him angrier, she thought
hopelessly, as she stared down at the floor. Whatever I say now it'll
just make him angrier, and then he'll hurt me all the more. Oh God!
He straightened up and went over to pick up the strap. "You remember
when I threatened to do this to you before, Suzie? When I threatened
to tie you over a chair and paddle your ass?" He looked at the strap
thoughtfully for a moment and suddenly tossed it aside, then went
into his bedroom. "Except," he went on, his voice coming out through
the open door, "I threatened to do it with THIS."
She struggled desperately to tip her head back and look up at him.
Then she saw what he was holding. "Oh God - no!" she wailed. "Oh God,
Mr. May - not with that! Oh God, please, Mr. May...!"
He walked towards her, gently tapping the large ping pong paddle
against the palm of his other hand. "Yeah," he said, "I threatened to
do it with this. And I said I was gonna do it and do it until I got
hard again, and then I said I was gonna use this handle to ream your
cunt open, and then I said I was gonna fuck you from behind..."
"Oh God, Mr. May, please! Your father only used the strap. I swear he
only used the strap. Please, please, please don't use that horrible
big paddle on me. Please, please, please just use the strap..."
But he was ignoring her. "You know something, Suzie?" He swung his
arm back. "I've been doing some thinking..." <WHOPP!>
"Aaaggghhh!" Her body arched in agony as the paddle smashed down
against her taut left buttock, and her hair tossed wildly up against
her bare back. "Oh God!"
"...I've been thinking about some of the things Joey said..." <WHOPP!
WHOPP!>
"Owwwwww! Owwwwwwww!" she wailed as he landed two more hard blows on
her right buttock, making her convulse again. "Oh God, Mr.
Maytttt!..."
"...I've been thinking Joey was right about me going too fucking easy
on you..." <WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...'Cause it only encourages you to be a
big-mouth smart-ass who disses my Dad and me..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
> "...And who argues when I tell you to do something..." <WHOPP!
WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!>
"Owwwwww! Owwwwwwwww! Aaaarrrggghhhh! Oh GOD, Mr. May, no more please
oh God no more I swear I'll never say anything wrong again I'll do
everything you tell me and I'll do it so fast oh God oh God oh God..."
"But I've heard all this fucking shit before, haven't I, Suzie?"
<WHOPPITY! WHOPPITY! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...And you still fucking
screw up, don't you?..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!...>
She thrashed and shrieked and screamed over the back of the chair,
her hair flying everywhere as he kept flailing mercilessly at her
taut upraised buttocks with the paddle. "God, this is fun!" he yelled
suddenly. "You pissed me right off, but now I'm real glad you screwed
up!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "Hey, Suzie, you oughta see your ass
cheeks when I hit `em...!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!> "...You can see the
fucking shock waves running right up...!" <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
> "...Just like - THIS!..." <WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP! WHOPP!
WHOPP! WHOPP!...>
She bawled and howled until she thought she would tear her throat
out, her whole being focused on the unbearable assault on her
buttocks. And above it all was Albie's voice yelling with
delight: "God, this is FUN!... Look at those fucking SHOCK WAVES!...
Look at that ass BOUNCE!..."
Finally he stopped, worn out at last, and waited panting for her
wailing and sobbing to end. "Fuck, that... that was fun," he said
breathlessly. "Lemme... lemme see that ass wobble just one more
time..." He raised his arm again. <WHOPP! WHOPP!>
"Owwwwwwwww!... Oh God, oh God, oh God..."
And then he spoke again. "Another thing... another thing I've been
thinking, Suzie," he said, still breathing heavily. "Maybe Joey was
right about other stuff too. Maybe he was right about stuff like
fucking you up the ass." His hand stroked one of her throbbing
buttocks, making her flinch and wail. "Specially with your asshole
just about staring me in the face, like it is now."
"Oh God, Mr. May - NO!" Her voice was hoarse from screaming. She
tugged futilely at the cuffs that held her. "Oh God, Mr. May, it
was... it was just AWFUL when Joey did that to me. Oh God, please...
please don't do that - oh God, please...!"
"Yeah." He was roughly kneading both of her beaten buttocks now,
making her cry out in fresh pain. "Well, one thing's for sure - I
don't wanna get shit all over my dick, like Joey did." He released
her and stepped back. "Maybe I can find a condom in Dad's bedroom.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I used a condom." He started moving
away. "And while I'm looking for it you can just stay there tied over
that back of that chair, and think about what happens to big-mouth
smart-asses."
"Oh God. Oh God!..." She started crying again, brokenly and
hopelessly, trying to look around and see if he was coming back. And
then suddenly he was there again, naked and erect now, waving a small
square packet in front of her tear-streaked face.
"We're in luck, Suzie. I found one in Dad's bedside drawer. Isn't
that great?" He started slowly and deliberately tearing the small
packet open in front of her.
She strained exhaustedly to tilt her head back and look up into his
face. "Mr. May, please - I'm begging you," she wept. "I'll stay here
till morning. I'll... I'll phone in sick tomorrow and spend the whole
day here, and give you as much f...fucking as you want. Oh God, Mr.
May, not anal sex - please!..."
He ignored her. "So how do I put this on, Suzie?" He held up the
small rubber circle. "You need to tell me, seeing I only had my first
fuck last Monday and I don't know hardly anything about sex." He took
hold of the pointed tip of the condom. "This part goes on the
outside, doesn't it? To make room for my cum when I squirt. Isn't
that right?"
"Oh God." She watch, hypnotized, while he slowly rolled the condom
down over his erection. "Please, Mr. May. I'm... I'm BEGGING you!
Please..."
"So you don't wanna get fucked up the ass, Suzie?" He finished
putting the condom on, and then started slowly smoothing the wrinkles
down towards the base of his penis. "So maybe I should just keep
paddling your ass instead."
"Oh God, NO!" She looked up at him, her lip trembling through her
tears. "Couldn't you just... couldn't you just f...fuck my c...cunt,
like you threatened before? You... you wouldn't need a condom for
that. Oh God - please!..."
"But your cunt'd still be full of all my Dad's middle-aged cum,
Suzie. You think I want to fuck that?" He moved around behind her,
still sliding his fist slowly down over the condom. "Hey, I just
noticed something - this condom's lubricated. Isn't that nice for
you?" And then suddenly the head of his penis was pressing up hard
against her anus.
"NO!" she screamed, her exhaustion forgotten as he started slowly
pushing himself inside her. "Oh God that hurts there's not enough
lubrication take it out take it out it hurts it hurts it's killing me
it's splitting me in HALF!... AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!... OWWWWWWWWWWW!... Oh
God - MR. MAYTTTTTTT!..."
He raised his voice over the noise. "I'm still not sure if I like
this, Suzie!... Uhhhhhh!... Oh GOD, that's tight!..." He was panting
hoarsely as he shoved himself deeper into her bowels. "But there's
one think I am sure about... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... I'm fucking sure
YOU don't like it... And so that's why you're getting it!...
Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... Uhhhhhh!... UHHHHHHHHHHHHH!..."
Then he grabbed hold of her hips and started ramming himself in and
out of her as hard as he could, while she wailed and shrieked and
wrenched frantically at the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. "Oh
God - yeahhhhhhh!" he howled. "Tightest fuck in the WORLD!... Oh
yeah... Oh YEAH..." He tightened his grip on her and began pumping
faster and faster and faster. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!..." And then he screamed
in climax as his semen began pulsing out into the condom buried deep
inside her.
He finally collapsed, sweaty and gasping and panting, down against
her bare back. "Oh God!... What a fuck!... My dick feels like... like
it's in a fucking vice or something... Could hardly even squirt..."
He groped feebly at one of her dangling breasts. "Ohhhhhhhh!... Oh
God..."
Then he slid off her and slumped slowly to the floor, still breathing
in great ragged gasps. "So what... what you got to say now, Suzie?...
Oh FUCK, that was tight!... What you got to say now, about... about
my Dad and me?"
Her anus ached horribly, her buttocks still burned from the beatings,
and her whole body shuddered and shook as she wept. "N...n...nothing,
Mr. May," she sobbed wretchedly. "Oh God - nothing, nothing,
nothing..."
* * * * *
She stood in the bathroom, fully dressed and still trembling, with
her lipstick in her hand. She looked at her reflection in the mirror
and then closed her eyes in pain. She could still feel her buttocks
and her rectum throbbing from their vicious punishment. When will you
learn, she thought despairingly. When will you ever learn? When the
hell will you just learn to keep your damn mouth shut? Oh God!...
Finally she opened her eyes again and slowly and wearily went on
making up her face.
He was slumped in an armchair wearing jeans and a T-shirt when she
came out. He looked up at her. "How's your ass, Suzie?"
"It's sore, Mr. May." Her voice was hardly audible.
"How about your asshole?"
"That's sore too." You vile little monster!
"So maybe you've learned something, huh?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"What'd you learn?"
She clenched her fists, trembling with helpless humiliation. "Not
to... not to be disrespectful, Mr. May."
"Yeah. Right." He kept looking at her. "And what else?"
She flushed, then swallowed painfully. "To... to call things by their
right names. And to do things fast when you tell me."
"Hey, you're doing great, Suzie." There was a long silence, while she
stood trembling in front of him. Then he spoke again. "You wearing a
bra?"
"No, Mr. May. You... you told me not to."
"Lemme see. Pull up the front of your blouse and lemme see."
She flushed again, then reached for her blouse and pulled the front
of it out of her waistband. He sat watching impassively as she lifted
the garment to expose her braless breasts. After a pause he spoke
again. "What am I looking at, Suzie?"
Her flush deepened. "My... my tits, Mr. May."
"Great," he said. "You're getting it. Now lift up your skirt and show
me if you're wearing panties."
She dropped the blouse and lifted the front of her skirt with
trembling fingers. She could feel her face flaming. God, she thought
emptily, how come it still gets to me when he makes me do these
things? Haven't I hit bottom yet?
"Yeah," he said with satisfaction as her shaven crotch came into
view. "That's good. So - tell me what I'm looking at now."
Her face burned even hotter. "My... my cunt, Mr. May."
"Yeah." He was smiling now. "But it isn't actually YOUR cunt, is it?
Whose cunt is it, Suzie?"
"Oh God. It... it... it's yours, Mr. May. It's your cunt, for you to
f...fuck."
"Better and better. So let me get a good look at my property. Take
your clothes off again. Then come over here and pull it open for me."
Her face felt as if it was on fire. She undressed herself with
trembling hands and then came unwillingly closer. "C'mon," he
said, "spread your legs. And open that cunt real wide with your
fingers. I wanna see all the pink."
Her fingers were shaking as she spread her labia for him. "Wider," he
commanded, staring at her crotch. "Yeah - that's it. Now I can see
what I own." He reached out and put a hand between hers, sliding one
finger right up inside her. "So what's gonna happen every time you
screw up, Suzie?"
She gasped as his finger started thrusting in and out of her gaping
vagina. "Oh God. I'll... I'll get my ass paddled, Mr. May.
Uhhhhhh!..."
"And what else?" He was fondling one of her bare breasts with his
other hand.
She shuddered, still holding her labia wide apart for him. "Oh God.
I'll get my... I mean, you'll f...fuck me up the ass. Oh God!"
"That's right, Suzie." He fondled her clitoris for a while, and then
slid his finger right up inside her again. "Smart-asses get it up the
ass." He fell silent, and just sat there pumping his finger in and
out of her and pulling roughly at her nipple, while she bit her lip
and winced and her face burned bright with humiliation. Finally he
spoke again. "And if Joey's here when you screw up, you'll get it all
twice. You got that?"
She stood there, naked and rigid and trembling, still holding herself
wide open while he went on molesting her. "Yes, Mr. May."
Suddenly he took his hands away. "Let's see how much you've really
learned." He looked up into her face. "Suck my dick, Suzie. Now!"
She released her labia and fell quickly to her knees, fumbling
urgently to unzip his fly. "Yeah," he sighed, as she hastily fished
out his penis and closed her lips around it. "Oh yeah. Do it, Suzie!
Do it till I tell you to stop."
There was silence for some minutes, broken only by the sounds of her
slurping and sucking at his still-flaccid organ. Then suddenly and
without warning he pushed her away. "OK," he said abruptly - "my
dick's about as dead as wet spaghetti, and I need some shuteye. So
get dressed and get out of here."
She flinched, her face burning again. The usual deal, is it, you
little bastard? she thought bitterly. Rape me and beat me and rape me
until you can't do it any more, and then just throw me out. God damn
you. She got up and pulled her clothes back on, then limped wearily
over to her overnight bag.
Her hand was on the doorknob when his voice came again from behind
her. "Suzie."
She froze. Oh God, she thought, surely he can't want more. Please
God, just let me get out of this hellhole! She turned back, slowly
and unwillingly. "Y...yes, Mr. May?"
"Show me my property one more time. Open it real wide for me."
"Oh God." She put her bag down again and lifted her skirt. Then
pressing her wrists in against her body to keep the skirt up out of
the way, she spread her legs and slowly pulled her vagina open as
wide as she could. Her face was hot and she could feel herself
trembling again.
"Yeah," he said with satisfaction - "mine. My very own private pink
fuck hole. Looks good." He smiled tiredly. "But my dick's still dead.
So fuck yourself for me. With your finger."
Oh my God, she thought hopelessly, it just goes on. On and on and on.
God help me! She slowly inserted one trembling finger into herself
and began moving it in and out. Her face was so hot she could feel it
throbbing.
"Lift your skirt out of the way," he commanded. "I can't see."
Oh God! She lifted the skirt up high with her free hand and just
stood there in front of him, dumbly doing what she was told. Doing it
and doing it and doing it and doing it.
Finally he looked up at her face. "OK - I've seen enough for one
night. Pull your finger out and fuck off."
She flushed even deeper, gritting her teeth. You little bastard! She
let her skirt fall and slowly picked up her bag a second time. This
time she managed to get the door open before he spoke again.
"Suzie."
Oh God, oh God, oh GOD! she thought - what now? She turned back in
renewed despair. When the hell are you going to let me GO?
"You haven't forgotten what you gotta do in the morning, have you?"
She stood in the doorway, looking down at him. God, how I hate you,
she thought dully. "No, Mr. May," she said aloud. "I haven't
forgotten."
Then she turned and walked out of the apartment.
 
   
 

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