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Object of Affection

EB

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CHAPTER 3
She slowly became aware that someone was prodding one of her
buttocks. That's strange, she thought groggily - why does it hurt?
Rob, don't be so rough - that's hurting me... Then her eyes flew open
and she gave a small scream as she saw the naked teenager bending
over her.
"Hey," he said brutally, "who told you to go to sleep? It's time to
fix that supper you were talking about. I'm hungry."
Her mind whirled - assimilating... adjusting... remembering... She
blinked up at him, and then felt the fear and hopelessness slowly
starting to return. "W...what...?" she mumbled stupidly.
"The supper," he repeated impatiently. "After I fucked you the second
time you said you were gonna make me some supper. So go make it.
Don't keep me waiting, Suzie."
Oh God. The fear was back now, in full force. The messages! she
thought. If I don't do what he says he'll send the messages! She
scrambled hastily to her feet, ignoring the dull pain in her buttocks
in her urgency to appease him, and started almost running back
towards his bedroom.
"Hey," he called to her retreating back, "why're you going in there?
The kitchen's that way."
She stopped, confused. "My clothes..." she began.
He smiled at her. "You don't need clothes to make supper. You're bare
ass naked for the rest of the night, Suzie."
She felt her face growing hot. Without thinking, her hands moved to
cover her crotch and breasts. "Stop that!" he said sharply. "You got
anything I haven't seen already?"
Her shoulders sagged. "No," she whispered, letting her hands fall
limply by her sides. "Oh God." She started to move, slowly and
listlessly, towards the door he had indicated.
"Just a second." His voice stopped her again. "Maybe there is
something you could wear."
It was just a small flicker of hope, some little delivery from her
present humiliation. She was just opening her mouth to thank him when
he went on: "Go get your shoes - those black high heels you came in.
You'll look good in those."
She stumbled blindly back into the bedroom, face burning, trembling
with humiliation. You little bastard, she raged to herself. Bastard,
bastard, bastard! She found the shoes under her scattered clothing,
pulled them on with shaking fingers, stumbled back out the door to
face him. Bastard!
He was sitting in an armchair. His smile widened as she came out of
the door. "Neat," he said. "Turn around and let me see that red ass."
She stood with her back to him, trembling, with the humiliation and
fear and hopelessness churning around inside her. She blinked rapidly
to try to hold back the tears. "Looks good," he said from behind
her. "All red and stripy. Still hurting?"
"Yes," she muttered. You little bastard, she thought. Oh God!
"What was that?" he demanded. "I didn't hear you. Turn around and say
it again."
She turned. She could see his penis starting to swell at last,
starting to lift up between his thighs. Yes, she thought bitterly,
that's how you get off, all right. By hurting and humiliating
me! "Yes, Mr. May," she said, "it's still hurting."
"So you won't say no any more, will you?"
"No, Mr. May," she said wearily. "I won't say no any more."
"OK, Suzie - go to the kitchen. And hurry it up."
"Mr. May..." She hesitated, not wanting to anger him again. "Mr. May,
I need to..." She gestured towards her crotch and flushed
deeply. "...I need to go to the bathroom and... and clean up. Before
I start touching food."
His eyes focused on her groin. "Yeah?" he said eagerly. "Lemme see.
Come over here and lemme see."
She closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought wearily, aren't you going to
leave me anything - any privacy, any dignity? Do you have to have it
all?
"Suzie - I'm waiting."
With a small sob she lurched forward, stumbling towards
him. "Closer," he demanded. As she obeyed him, standing trembling in
front of him, he reached out and lightly brushed her pubic
hair. "That's my cum," he said wonderingly. He looked up at
her. "That's my cum running out of your cunt. And down your legs. I
did that! Neato!" He sat back in the chair. "Leave it like that," he
said. "I like it. It looks good on you." He smiled as his penis
hardened further. "I'd sure like to add another load right now,
Suzie, but I'm getting real hungry. Go make the supper quick so I can
fuck you again real soon." As she moved away he called after
her: "And don't get any of my cum on the pizza!" Then he laughed.
She was crying again by the time she reached the kitchen. "Bastard!"
she whispered under her breath. "You filthy disgusting little
bastard - I hope you rot in hell forever!" She looked around the
unfamiliar room, blinking through her tears, and found the
refrigerator. "...Rot in hell," she repeated as she pulled open the
door of the freezer compartment and peered in, looking for the pizza.
The cold air fell down over her bare breasts and onto her feet, and
she shivered. "...Rot in hell... Rot in hell," she whispered
viciously. She was chanting it like a mantra now under her breath as
she struggled to pull out the flat cardboard package, trying to glean
some tiny crumb of comfort from her secret rebellion. "...Rot in
hell... Rot in hell... Rot in hell..."
"What're you mumbling about, Suzie?" His voice came unexpectedly from
behind her, making her jump. She whirled around to find him standing
in the doorway and she gave a sudden gasp, almost dropping the pizza.
"A...Mr. May!" She swallowed nervously, her rebellion ended almost as
soon as it began. "I... I... I don't know where anything is," she
stammered. "Where... where's the microwave?"
He sat down at the kitchen table. "Over there," he said, pointing
impatiently. "On the bench. Where the fuck else would it be?"
She was very aware of his eyes on her naked body as she opened the
package and put the pizza in the microwave. "You look great, Suzie,"
he said suddenly. "All kitchen maids oughta be dressed like that.
Earrings - wristwatch - high heels - nice red ass. And lots of fresh
cum running out of their cunts."
Her face burned again. She clenched her fists, keeping her back to
him, trembling with the effort of staying silent. Then she reached up
and viciously punched the buttons on the microwave. She took several
deep breaths and turned around slowly to face him. "Supper will be
ready in five minutes, Mr. May." She was amazed at how steady her
voice was.
He kept looking at her. "There's something missing," he said at last.
He got up abruptly and walked out of the room. "Don't go away."
Go away? she thought hopelessly. Where would I go? Back to the
bedroom so you can rape me again? Back to the sofa so you can beat me
again? Oh God! She closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the bench
behind her with both hands.
He was back so soon that the pizza still wasn't ready. "Here," he
said, holding up a piece of paper. It was crudely cut into some
design which she didn't recognize. "It's a maid's cap." His smile was
mocking. "For my kitchen maid. Bend down so I can stick it in your
hair."
She leaned forward wordlessly. She kept staring at his bare feet on
the kitchen floor as he fumbled in her hair, trying to clip the paper
in place with a few paper clips. She winced as he pulled roughly at
her hair. "Stay there, damn you," he muttered.
At last he was satisfied. He sat back down at the table. "Stand up
straight," he commanded. "Maids stand at attention while they're
waiting for their next order."
The microwave beeped as she straightened up. OK, you little bastard,
she thought grimly, I'll follow your orders literally. I'll just
stand here and let your pizza get cold until you think to tell me
what to do...
He raised one eyebrow. "So?" he said. "Why are you just standing
there, dummy? Go get my fucking supper."
She was trembling as she turned towards the microwave. Bastard! she
thought again. She could feel the crude paper cap rustle in her hair.
She clattered the hot pizza out onto the bench and began running the
cutter back and forth across it, still shaking with anger and
humiliation. Then she heard him humming softly under his breath
behind her. It took her a moment or two to recognize the tune. It
was `Everybody Ought to Have a Maid.'
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, she thought bitterly.
Oh God - how funny can you get?
He was singing the words now, slightly off key. "...Sleeping out,
sleeping in..." Then she felt a sudden sharp pain across one
throbbing buttock and she yelped and jerked upright, almost throwing
the pizza onto the floor. "Mr. May!" she protested desperately,
twisting around to face him, "I nearly dropped..."
He was leaning forward, grinning, his hand still held up from
slapping her. "Gotta keep time with the music," he said. "Hold
still." He slapped down hard again on her tender buttocks, making her
cry out once more. "...All around the house..." he sang. <slap!
> "...the house..." <slap!> "...the house..." <slap!> "...the
houuuuuuse!" <slap! slap! slap!>
"Owwwwwww!" she wailed, arching her body vainly against the
bench. "A...Mr. May - please! I'll... I'll end up dropping your
supper on the floor...!"
"Hey," he said, suddenly sobering, "that's serious. Wouldn't want to
waste a perfectly good pizza. Bring it here. Maybe we'll have some
more singing later."
Her hands were trembling as she laid the plate down in front of him
and it rattled briefly against the shiny surface. As she withdrew she
caught a glimpse of his erection under the table. It was swollen and
huge, much harder than she had seen it so far. He's going to treat me
like this forever! she thought in despair. It's what turns him on.
The little bastard! She brought herself obediently back to attention
and stood by the table, breathing heavily.
"Mmmm," he said appreciatively, taking a big bite and pulling the
cheese away in long strings from his mouth. "Not bad. Not bad at
all." Then he stopped, his mouth still partly full, and stared up at
her. "You haven't had any supper either, Suzie. You want some?"
His offer was so unexpected that she thought she must have misheard
him. "W...what?" she stammered.
"Some supper," he repeated. "Aren't you hungry? Don't you want some?"
"Why yes, I... Oh thank you, Mr. May." She took a hesitant step
forward. "I... I never thought you'd..."
"Hey," he said grandly, "what are friends for?" He gestured towards
the floor. "Get down on your knees."
Submission again, she thought emptily. Just do it. She sank to her
knees and waited obediently beside the table. Her buttocks still
burned like fire.
He took another mouthful. "OK," he went on, "crawl under the table
and get started."
She stared at him blankly. "W...what?"
He leered at her. "Your supper," he said. "It's under the table -
between my legs. While I finish this pizza I wanna have my first blow
job." He waved his hand impatiently. "C'mon - hurry it up. I'm down
to the last few slices already."
Disappointment and hopelessness crashed down on her again. Why are
you surprised? she asked herself wearily. Didn't you already know he
was a bastard? "Hurry it up," he said again, his mouth full.
With a defeated sigh she crawled under the table and started to move
up between his legs. After all, she thought tiredly, I probably gave
him the idea anyway. When I tried to suck him off in front of his
computer. She reached up one trembling hand and grasped his erect
organ and heard him groan. Then she pushed her face right into his
groin and took the tip in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. "That feels fucking fantastic. Oh God.
Ohhhhhhhh!" His hands came down under the table and tightened in her
hair. "Oh shit! Where's that mouth been all my life? Oh fuck!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She could taste both his spent cum and her own unwilling secretions
on his swollen penis. He moaned again and his hips suddenly thrust up
under her face, driving the back of her head painfully up against the
underside of the table. She grunted in pain but kept sucking. Just
get it over and done with, she thought desperately - the sooner he
comes the better.
"Oh God!" he gasped. "That fucking tongue! Where did you learn to...
learn to... ohhhhhhhhh! ...learn to... do that!... Not from your...
husband,... I'll bet! Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
No, she thought bitterly, as her mouth kept working obediently around
his throbbing shaft - it was from Eddie. He might have been a two-
timing sonofabitch, but he taught me so many... And then Albie's hips
suddenly convulsed again, slamming her head back up against the
table, and she let out another cry of pain. She quickly lowered her
head, pulling his penis down with her, and started sucking and
licking for all she was worth. For God's sake, come, she thought
desperately. Before you bust my skull open!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he screamed, frenziedly tightening his grip in her
hair, grinding her face again and again into his groin. "Oh God!
I'm... I'm... I'm coming! Ohhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!!!"
She felt the thick salty semen begin pulsing out into her mouth. Oh
God, she thought, shuddering with disgust, please don't let him tell
me to swallow it - please! She opened her lips slightly, spitting and
spluttering it out around his throbbing penis, shaking with revulsion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned dreamily. "So that's a blow job. Oh fuck!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...!" His fingers slowly loosened their grip in her
hair, and he fell back in the chair, panting and spent. "Oh God," he
gasped. "Come on... come on out, Suzie. Lemme... lemme see what you
look like with... with a mouthful of my cum. Oh God."
She started guiltily under the table, one hand already at her chin to
wipe the sticky mess away. All right, she thought with one last
shiver of disgust - let the little monster see all the gory details.
Then you can go wash it off afterwards. She backed out slowly from
under the table, and the makeshift maid's cap scraped against the
table edge and finally fell off onto the floor. As she dragged
herself shakily to her feet she felt his warm semen begin to trickle
off her chin and drip down onto her bare breasts.
"Heyyyyy," he said wearily, "that looks great. All my cum - running
down your face and all over your tits." He giggled tiredly. "Now you
got it at both ends." Then his eyes slowly drooped shut and his chin
sagged down onto his chest. "Both ends..." he murmured again, and his
head sagged even lower.
She stood waiting for several minutes, still trembling, watching his
breathing settle into a slow, even rhythm. Then she turned and began
to head towards the bathroom. His semen was trickling down over her
stomach now.
"Where you going?" His sleepy voice pulled her up in the doorway.
She stopped, then turned to look at him. "To... to the bathroom," she
said indistinctly, trying not to move her cum-coated lips any more
than she had to. "Got to clean up..."
"Listen, Suzie..." He was sounding more wide awake now. "...Let's run
it by you again. Who's the boss round here?"
She dropped her eyes. "You are, Mr. May."
"So did I say you could clean up?"
"No, Mr. May." She was trembling again. "You... you were asleep. I
thought..."
He sat up in the chair. "You want me to paddle you ass again?"
"No! Please, Mr. May - I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
He kept on talking, as if she hadn't even spoken. "I like you like
that. I like seeing my cum running out of your cunt, and I like
seeing my cum running out of your mouth. It looks good." He stopped
and scowled at her. "And you'll leave it there until I tell you
different. Got it?"
Her lip trembled. She could feel the semen slowly congealing on her
chin. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. The tears were starting to sting
her eyes again.
He heaved himself unsteadily up out of the chair. "I'm fucked. I'm
gonna go lay down." He looked at her. "And you're gonna lay down with
me. We're gonna do that spooning stuff you were telling me about. I
want you to lay up against me and wiggle that red ass of yours
against my dick until I get hard again." He leered at her. "Just like
you do with hubby."
Oh Rob! she thought despairingly - I've let him steal them. I've let
this little monster steal our most precious private secrets. And
dirty them! Oh my darling, I'm so sorry! "Mr. May," she faltered
aloud, "I... I don't think I can. My bottom - I mean, my ass - my...
my ass is so sore from all the beatings. I don't think I can bear
to..."
He just stood looking at her. "So you don't want to wiggle your ass
against my dick?"
"It... it's just that I'm so sore," she said hastily. "If I wasn't so
sore I'd love to wiggle my..."
"How about wiggling it against the ruler? Back on the sofa."
"NO! Mr. May, please - for God's sake..."
"Well, you're gonna do one or the other, Suzie. Which one do you
think's gonna hurt less?"
"Oh God!" Her shoulders sagged. "All right. I... I'll do what you
want, Mr. May. I'll spoon." She turned away and began moving off
dispiritedly towards his room.
He pushed past and flopped down heavily on the bed in front of
her. "God," he said wearily, "you sure know how to fuck a guy to
death. It's gonna take a lot of that ass wiggling to get me up again,
that's for sure. C'mon - lay up against me and get started."
Whose fault is it if you're all sexed out? she thought bitterly. None
of this was my idea! She climbed onto the bed in front of him and
slid slowly back against his body, wincing as her sore buttocks came
in contact with his groin. Then, slowly and unwillingly, she began
moving herself against him, grunting softly from the pain.
His hands came around her body, grabbing at both of her
breasts. "Yeahhhh!" he sighed, pulling her tightly against him. "That
feels good. Oh yeah!... Mmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmmm!"
Ohhhh - it HURTS! she thought despairingly, still pushing herself
doggedly back against him. "Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, as he suddenly
thrust his limp penis hard up against her burning
posterior. "Owwwwch!"
He pulled her in even tighter. "Sounds like you're... enjoying this,
Suzie," he panted. "Why don't you... do it a little bit faster?"
Bastard! She gritted her teeth, trying to will away the pain. Twist
and thrust. "Owwww..." Twist and thrust. "Uhhhhh..." Twist and
thrust. "Ahhhhh..." Twist and thrust. "Owwwch!..."
"Keep doing it..." He was sounding sleepy now. "...Doing it... Feels
good... Mmmmm..."
"Uhhhh!" she grunted, perspiration breaking out all over her as she
kept pushing back against the continuing pain. "Ohhhh!... Ohhhh!...
Uhhhh!..." Then, suddenly and mercifully, she became aware that he
had actually fallen asleep, with his arms still clasped loosely
around her body. She gave a few more slow thrusts and then stopped,
trembling against him. Thank God, she thought gratefully. Thank God!
He slept on. She eventually moved her left arm, slowly and
hesitantly, fearful of waking him, until she could see her watch.
Nine fifteen. Oh God, she thought hopelessly - still almost two hours
of this hell left to go! Let's just hope he stays asleep.
She moved her other arm. He still didn't stir. Then slowly, with
infinite patience, a fraction of an inch at a time, she lifted his
limp hands off her breasts and gradually eased her body away from
his. When he murmured in his sleep she froze, still half pressed
against him, and waited until his breathing settled back into the
same slow, even rhythm as before.
By the time she had extricated herself and stood up quietly beside
the bed she was trembling all over. She looked fearfully down at him
but he was still asleep, head thrown back and mouth gaping open. His
young throat looked very open and vulnerable. A sudden wild thought
seized her. I could kill you, you little monster! I could get a knife
from the kitchen and kill you right now. I'd be doing the world a
favor. But even as her mind formed the thought she knew she couldn't
bring herself to do it.
With one last cautious look down at him she tiptoed quietly away from
the bed. Her clothes were still lying where she had dropped them, in
an untidy heap on the floor. She longed to put them back on, to cover
her shameful nakedness, but she knew he would punish her if he woke
up and found her dressed without permission. She sighed and went off
to find the bathroom.
The sight that greeted her in the mirror left her aghast. Her hair
was in disarray, her makeup smeared, and his dried semen was very
visible all around her mouth. She looked down at her crotch to find
her pubic hair matted with his ejaculate and she shuddered. The
shower alcove beckoned to her, tantalizing her with the overwhelming
urge to feel clean again, but she didn't dare. She finally settled
for cleaning her lips with a wet tissue, being careful not to disturb
the encrustation on her chin any more than she could help. Then she
bent down and drank long and thirstily from the basin faucet.
She took a deep breath and set out for a cautious tour of the
apartment. There was a second, larger bedroom with a king sized
double bed. His father's room, she decided. It looked particularly
unlived in, with no personal effects on the dressing table and no
pictures on the walls. He obviously doesn't spend much time here, she
thought. No wonder the kid's such a little monster.
As she walked quietly back through the living room she saw the ruler
still lying on the sofa and she shivered. The dull pain in her
buttocks seemed to flare up again just from the sight of it. If I
have to go through anything like that again, she thought
despairingly, then I'll die - I know I will.
The doorway of his bedroom gaped at her. Suddenly it seemed like the
gateway to hell. But I have to go back in, she thought, trembling. If
he wakes up and I'm not there...
She started tiptoeing slowly and unwillingly back towards his bed,
intending to lie back down beside him as quietly as she could. Then
she caught sight of the computer screen, still displaying its endless
flying toasters. And before she knew what she was doing she was
slowly easing her aching buttocks down onto the chair and reaching
timidly for the mouse. She took one fearful glance over her shoulder
as her hand closed on it, but he was still sleeping soundly. If I can
only find out where he keeps those damn pictures, she thought. Maybe
I can erase them or something.
The toasters disappeared. She peered anxiously at the screen,
scanning the bewildering array of icons and labels. EMAIL said one of
them. With one last nervous glance over her shoulder at the sleeping
figure on the bed, she moved the cursor clumsily on top of the label
and clicked. The icon changed color but nothing else happened. She
clicked again. Still nothing. Then she remembered. You have to click
twice, sweetheart, said her husband's voice in her mind.
The steel band was tightening around her head again, the feeling of
helpless ignorance welling up inside her once more. Desperately she
pressed down twice on the mouse button and then sighed with relief
when a window suddenly opened up on the screen. ENTER PASSWORD it
said. Her heart sank again. What the hell was the little bastard's
password likely to be?
She hunted hesitantly around the keyboard, picking out the letters A-
L-B-E-R-T as gently and quietly as she could, watching the row of
asterisks slowly lengthen on the screen. Then she stopped and waited.
Nothing. Is there something else I have to press? she wondered. Oh
yes - the ENTER key.
INVALID PASSWORD the screen said. She looked fearfully over her
shoulder. What was his surname again? May. That's it - May. She
slowly typed it in and pressed ENTER.
INVALID PASSWORD. The message mocked her once more. Then she had a
sudden inspiration. A-L-B-I-E, she typed, then entered it.
The noise filled the room with shocking suddenness. <Whoop! Whoop!
Whoop!> ATTEMPTED BREAK IN HAS BEEN LOGGED flashed the screen in huge
red letters. <Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!> <Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!>...
"Oh God!" she screamed, scrabbling frantically for a switch, a volume
control, a plug - anything to stop the noise. Then a hand came over
her shoulder and pressed a few quick keys on the keyboard. The noise
stopped as suddenly as it had begun.
She sat frozen, twisted half around in the chair, staring at his
naked abdomen, not daring to lift her eyes. There was a deathly
silence. Then at last he spoke. "You... stupid... bitch..." he said
slowly.
She didn't move. She didn't breathe. Then his hand gripped her hair
and tipped her face slowly back to look up into his. "What the fuck
am I going to do with you?" he asked flatly.
She felt the tears starting, felt them running out of her sightless
open eyes, felt them running down her face, felt them dripping down
onto her bare breasts and thighs. She just kept staring blindly up at
him, crying. Crying in absolute hopeless silence. Crying and crying
and crying.
He finally released her and sat down heavily on the bed. "Shit," he
said disgustedly. "How fucking stupid can you get?" He shook his head
in disbelief. "Even if you got in, even if you fucking knew one end
of a computer from another - did you think I wouldn't have it all
BACKED UP?"
"You're... you're going to punish me again, a...aren't you?" she
sobbed wretchedly. "Oh God. I'll die - I'll just die."
"You bet I'm gonna punish you," he said grimly. "Only this time I'm
not gonna kid around with a ruler." He reached forward and clamped
one hand painfully hard on her bare thigh. "I'm gonna tie you over
the back of an armchair. I'm gonna spread your legs wide apart and
tie your ankles. Then..." He got up swiftly and went over to a
cupboard. "...I'm gonna paddle you with THIS." He held up a large
ping pong bat, its surface covered with hard nobbled rubber.
She just looked at him. "Oh God," she whispered. She began to tremble
uncontrollably. "Oh God."
"I'm gonna paddle you," he went on, "so fucking hard that you won't
be able to sit down for a month. And when I'm tired of paddling you
I'm gonna stick this..." He reversed the paddle and thrust the wooden
handle upwards. "...Up your cunt and ream you open, ready for when
I'm hard enough to fuck you again from behind. And then I'm gonna..."
"Oh GOD!" she screamed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" She threw herself out of
the chair onto the floor, clawing desperately at his ankles. "I'll do
ANYTHING! Oh God, Mr. May - ANYTHING! Please, Mr. May, for God's sake
please, it'll kill me I know it will and I'll do anything you say
I'll never never never say no again and I'll stay here all night if
that's what you want and I'll be so good to you and give you as much
sex as you want and I'll..."
He stood in silence looking down at her as she babbled frantically on
and on, as she clung to his ankles and kissed his feet and wept and
cried and kissed his feet again. Again and again and again. Finally
he moved his feet impatiently, trying to kick himself free. "Shut
up!" he said suddenly.
"...And I'll hug you and kiss you and suck your dick as much as you
want and swallow all your cum and..."
"SHUT UP!!" he roared. Then he wrenched his feet free of the frenzied
grasp around his ankles and crouched down beside her on the floor.
She was still sobbing as his hand closed on her hair, jerking her
face up off the carpet. He bent down until his face was just inches
away from her own. "You," he said, slowly and deliberately, "are
never gonna fuck with my stuff again. Never... ever... ever!"
"No, Mr. May," she sobbed.
He shook her by the hair. "You," he continued, "are never gonna say
no to me again. Never... ever... EVER!"
"No, Mr. May!" she wailed.
"If I say jump you're gonna jump." He shook her again. "If I say fuck
you're gonna fuck." He bent her head back and shouted right into her
face: "If I say do anything at all, you're gonna FUCKING DO IT!!"
"Yes, Mr. May!" she bawled, and then burst out in a fresh flood of
desperate weeping.
With an exclamation of disgust he released her hair, letting her face
fall back down onto the floor. Then he sat down in the computer chair
and waited.
Finally her crying subsided. She stayed sprawled at his feet, her
body still shuddering with isolated broken sobs. "Get up," he said
abruptly.
Slowly and painfully, she lifted her puffy tear-streaked face up off
the floor and tried to focus on him. "What?..." she mumbled dully.
"I said: get up. What's the matter - don't you understand plain
English?"
She stumbled hastily to her feet, terrified of angering him again,
and stood trembling in front of him. He got up and came over to her,
then reached out one hand and grabbed her left nipple. He started
twisting.
"You gonna touch my stuff again?"
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, fresh tears coming to her eyes. "No, Mr. May -
I promise!"
He twisted harder. "You gonna say no again?"
"Aaaahhhh!" she wailed. "No! I'll never... Owwwwww!! Aaaaggghhhh!!"
He gave one final vicious twist and released her. Then he grabbed her
hair in both hands and pulled her face back against his own. "Get
your makeup," he hissed, "or whatever other female type shit you're
carrying with you, and go clean yourself up. And I want you back here
in THREE MINUTES!"
She staggered backwards with a sob as he released her, then
immediately crouched down and began scrabbling frantically for her
handbag under her discarded clothes. Then she burst out of his room
and hurtled across the living room, feeling her naked breasts
bouncing wildly up and down as she ran. The handbag flew out of her
hands as she reached the bathroom and she grabbed desperately for it
again, sobbing in her haste. Then she was frantically splashing,
soaping, washing, rinsing, combing and redoing her makeup. "Oh God!"
she screamed in frustration as her shaking fingers smeared her
lipstick awry. She swabbed desperately at it with a tissue and then
turned and rushed back to him, panting and trembling.
He was sitting looking at his watch as she came running in. "That was
four minutes," he said, without raising his head. "I said three." He
looked up at her and hefted the ping pong bat in his right
hand. "Looks like I'm gonna have to paddle you anyway."
She stared at him for a moment, breasts still heaving with her
panting, then closed her eyes and sank slowly and despairingly to her
knees. "Ohhhhhh God," she moaned hopelessly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
God..."
"Stop that fucking crying," he snapped. "You're gonna get your makeup
all messed up again. Get up off the floor and lie down on the bed."
Gulping back her sobs, she clambered onto the bed and lay down on her
stomach, face averted from him. Each hand found a handful of sheet
and tightened. Then she waited, shivering with despair, for the first
blow to fall. Her abused buttocks suddenly felt incredibly cold and
vulnerable.
"What the hell are you doing?" he burst out angrily. "Roll over onto
your back!"
My back? she thought wildly. How are you going to paddle me... paddle
my... - if I'm lying on my back? She rolled quickly over onto her
back, grunting in distress as her sore buttocks hit the sheets. Maybe
he's going to paddle my... my breasts instead! Oh God - please no!
She lay tremblingly still, her eyes fixed fearfully on his face, not
daring to breathe.
"Gotta get set up first," he muttered. Her eyes followed him
apprehensively as he went over to the cupboard and began to fumble
inside it. "Here they are," he said triumphantly, holding up several
large sheets of folded paper. She tipped her face back, still
watching him fearfully, as he taped them to the wall above the head
of the bed. Even looking at them upside down she recognized them -
they were colored blowups of her pictures. Why's he doing that? she
thought, trembling. Does he need them for inspiration or something
while he beats me?
He went around the room, switching on some small floodlights mounted
up near the ceiling. Then he was back at the cupboard, pulling out
some equipment which she didn't recognize and carrying it to the side
of the bed. As the various parts and fittings slid out and clicked
into place her awareness slowly grew. A tripod... He attached some
equipment to the top of it and stepped back. "Digital camera," he
said with satisfaction."Megapixel - the latest model." His voice was
muffled as he fumbled behind his computer with a cable in his
hands. "My Dad'll buy me anything as long as it keeps me out of his
hair. Good old Dad..."
She felt the horror rising inside her. God, she thought, shaking with
both disgust and fear - it's not enough to just beat me, is it?
You've got to get photos of me screaming as well! Oh my God...
"Now," he said, stepping behind the camera and brushing the hair back
out of his eyes, "I want you lying kinda half on your side, with..."
He narrowed his eyes and squinted at the wall behind her. "...With
your right knee up and your head propped up on one arm. And your
other hand lying along your hip."
She blinked at him, stunned. She was still trembling. What the hell
does the weird little bastard want now? she thought.
"Suzie..." His voice was thick with exasperation and anger. "...Do
you like having your ass paddled or something? `Cause it's sure as
hell gonna get paddled again if you don't get into that pose and hold
it - right now!"
Realization dawned. He wanted to photograph her. He wasn't going to
beat her just yet, he was just going to photograph her - in the same
poses as her pinups! She almost wept with relief and then, seeing his
rising impatience, started struggling to adopt the pose he had
ordered.
"That's it." He was looking through the viewfinder now. "Knee up a
little bit higher... Yeah - just like that. And for God's sake smile.
You look like you're just about to start blubbering again."
He took the first few photographs, muttering about the light levels
and adjusting the small floods to shine on her more directly. And
then suddenly she was back in the studio of ten years before, naked
in front of strangers, nervous and trembling under the heat of the
big arc lights. Oh God, she thought despairingly, if only I'd known -
I was selling my soul to this little monster, for the sake of a few
thousand lousy dollars!
"I told you to smile!" His tone was angry again. "If you're gonna lie
there looking like your mother just died or something, I'll give you
something to really cry about!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. May!" she said frantically. "I'm smiling now. Please -
I'm smiling, Mr. May. Look!" And she stretched her mouth in a
trembling travesty of a smile, struggling desperately against the
urge to break down and start sobbing again.
He took her through each of the poses in turn, peering repeatedly up
at the wall and then back into the viewfinder, sometimes darting
forward to move an arm or a leg until he was satisfied. She lost
count of how may times photographs he took. After a while it all just
melted into a meaningless blur, with his voice directing her as she
moved mechanically from one pose to another. When he finally stopped
it took her some time to realize it was over at last.
Then he was speaking again. "I... I used to dream..." he began. She
noticed with a sudden shock that his voice was unsteady. And just for
a moment it seemed as if the hardness in his young face had melted
away, that the same shy gawky youth she knew from school was back in
front of her again. "When... when I first found your pictures in that
magazine, I used to dream that some day maybe..." His tone
hardened. "...That some day maybe you'd be lying like this in front
of me, and I'd be able to take any kind of photo I wanted. Any kind
at all." He paused, staring at down her, then he reached down towards
his groin and started slowly kneading his still-flaccid penis. "Lay
flat on your back, Suzie. Spread your legs real wide, and then reach
down and pull your cunt wide open. It's time for some REAL photos -
like the ones I can download from the Web."
She had thought she was beyond shame. But now she felt the heat in
her face again, felt it flooding down over the rest of her body as
she lay in front of him. She closed her eyes in humiliation and pain,
then reached down slowly and obediently between her legs. Is that
what you want, you twisted little bastard? she thought dully,
spreading her labia as wide as she could. Just like that, you little
pervert? Oh God.
"Great, Suzie." His voice came from behind the camera. "But stop
gritting your teeth like that and give me a big sexy smile." His left
hand was still at his groin, slowly grinding his still-limp organ in
against his body. "Yeah - that's it..." he breathed.
Then he made her purse her lips to look as if she was blowing kisses.
And then she had to slide her fingers inside herself and masturbate
for the camera. "Yeah," he panted, still kneading his slack
penis. "Shut your eyes, throw your head back and open your mouth -
just like you were coming. Yeah - great!"
Then he had her get up on her knees, face down on the bed, with her
reddened bottom towards the camera, fingers spreading her labia wide
again. And then there were more poses, and more and more and more,
each one seemingly more obscene that the ones which preceded them.
And throughout the whole horrible nightmare she tried to smile.
Because he told her to.
"OK," he said finally, "that'll do. I must have at least twenty megs
of pics on the hard drive by now." He looked down at her and his lips
stretched in a smile. "It sure is gonna be a lot of fun sorting
through them." His left hand was still at his groin.
She collapsed back on the bed. Thank God that's over, she thought
dully. I guess it was better than being beaten. And she shivered.
He was still talking. "All that sexy posing made me real hot, Suzie.
Now I wanna fuck you again."
Her eyes went to his groin. "But you're... you're still not hard,"
she protested. "How can you...?"
He grunted. "I've been working too damned hard at all this fucking so
far. Now it's your turn. You're gonna do all the work to get me hard,
and then you're gonna sit on top of me and jump up and down till I
come." He moved towards the bed. "Come on - move over."
She looked desperately at her watch. "Mr. May, it's... it's already
ten fifty five. You said I could go at eleven. I... I can't stay any
later than that - I just can't! Please, Mr. May."
"Shit," he said disgustedly. "I can't believe you're still saying no,
Suzie." He moved quickly around to the far side of the bed. "Where's
that fucking paddle?"
"No!" she shrieked. "Oh my God, Mr. May - NO!" She threw herself down
on her knees in front of him, grabbing frantically for his limp
organ, shoving the head desperately into her
mouth. "Nubububububububub," she gurgled desperately around the shaft
of his penis. "Plub...ease, Ab...b...bert... Ub... glub... blub...
glub..." She began frantically masturbating him and sucking him at
the same time. "Plub...ease - plub...ease!"
His hands grabbed for her hair. "Ohhhhhh!" he moaned. "That's more
fucking like it! Ohhhhhhh!" He pushed feebly at her head with both
hands. "Get me... get me down on the fucking bed - before I... before
I fall over! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!"
He held tightly to her head, keeping her mouth locked on his penis as
he staggered towards the bed. He fell onto his back, leaving her on
her knees beside the bed with her face still pressed hard into his
groin. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" he gasped, his hands grinding her head down
into his crotch. "I'm getting it up - I'm getting it uuuuuuuupppppp!!"
She felt his organ slowly starting to swell inside her mouth as she
kept desperately sucking and licking at it, her fingers running
frantically up and down his stiffening shaft. Just get him off, her
mind kept shouting. Just get him off and get out of here!
Suddenly he started clawing urgently at her arms and shoulders. "Get
up on top of me!" he panted. "Get your cunt down over my dick and
start jumping up and down. Do it, you fucking bitch - oh God, do it!"
She tore her mouth away from his nearly-erect penis and scrambled on
top of him, guiding the head of his organ into the mouth of her
vagina with her hands. "Uhhhhh!" she grunted in pain as his shaft
slid up into her still-raw passage. "Oooooh!" She gritted her teeth
and began to bob slowly up and down on top of him, holding his penis
with one hand to stop it slipping out of her again.
"Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Just like that! Oh God! Don't stop - just...
don't... fucking... stop!" He opened his eyes and looked up at her,
then reached up two trembling hands and clamped them on her breasts
as she kept moving up and down on top of him. "Just keep doing that,"
he panted, squeezing her bobbing breasts. "Just keep doing that all
fucking NIGHT..."
Her sore buttocks were pounding against his thighs now, and the pain
combined with the rawness of her vagina made her cry out with every
stroke. Oh God, she gasped under her breath, feeling the sweat
breaking out all over her heaving body, aren't you... ever... going
to... come? She gritted her teeth even harder and stared at the wall,
trying frantically to maintain the speed of her movements. Come on,
damn you - just COME!
"Oh God," he moaned, still lying almost inert underneath her, "that
feels so... fucking... good! I... I don't... ever... want to... come -
I just want it... to go on... and on... and fucking on!...
Ohhhhhhhh!!"
Oh God! she thought despairingly, struggling to keep going as her
pain and fatigue grew. How long does he think I can... keep doing
THIS?... Oh God.
Then his hips began slowly bucking up and down under her. "Oh
yeah..." he gasped. "Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh yeaaaahhh!" She
clenched her fists and made one last desperate effort, thudding her
aching buttocks frantically up and down on top of him, gasping and
panting and trembling with exhaustion. "Oh yeaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!" he
screamed. "Coming... coming!... commmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggggg!!"
With a sobbing groan of relief she collapsed down onto him,
completely and utterly exhausted and drained. As she lay shuddering
on top of him, her breath coming in great sobbing gasps, she could
feel his latest flood of semen starting to ooze slowly out of her
burning vagina. Where the hell does he get it all? she thought in
exhausted amazement. And how long can I keep doing this before he
completely destroys my sex organs? Oh God!
His hoarse panting began to slow, and his hands started pawing
tiredly at her trembling body. "God, Suzie," he said wearily, "you
sure know how to fuck. Every time your husband's away I'm gonna...
I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you till I can't stand up.
Ohhhhhhhh fuck...!"
The hopelessness and fear assaulted her afresh, even as her
exhaustion and pain slowly started to fade. Oh God, she thought
despairingly, it's going to go on forever. It's never going to stop!
She tried to blink back the hopeless tears. "Please, Mr. May," she
whispered, "can I go now? It's well after eleven, and you... you
promised. Please!"
He slowly fondled one of her sore buttocks, making her wince. "Might
as well," he said tiredly. "I haven't got another fuck left in me
this side of morning. Pick up your stuff and get your red ass out of
here."
She felt her face starting to burn once more. That's right, she
thought bitterly - treat me like the local whore. Just kick me out
the door now that you've got what you wanted! She could feel herself
trembling as she clambered off him and bent down shakily to pick up
her discarded clothes.
He lay on the bed watching her sorting through her crumpled
things. "Gimme those," he said suddenly, holding out his hand as she
picked up her panties. "I want you to go home without them."
She just looked at him, bent over her clothing with the panties
clutched in her hand. "What...?"
"I want you to go home without them," he repeated. "I want you
driving home with your cunt open under your skirt, and all my fresh
cum still running out of it." He leered at her. "Just a little
something to remind you of our first night together."
She stared at him, her lower lip trembling. Then suddenly she let out
a sob, thrust the panties into his outstretched hand and then grabbed
wildly at her remaining clothes and rushed blindly out of the
room. "Remember," he called after her - "don't you go cleaning up
that cummy cunt. I might check it before you go."
She slammed the bathroom door behind her and stood trembling, with
her back against the door and the tears still pouring down her face.
Damn him! she raged to herself. Damn the little bastard to hell!
Isn't it enough for him to rape me without him having to humiliate
the hell out of me all the time? Oh God!
By the time she had put on her remaining clothes she had started to
calm down a little. She couldn't bring herself to pull her pantyhose
on over her messy crotch, so she just crumpled them up and thrust
them savagely into her handbag. As she washed her face and redid her
makeup with trembling hands she tried to regain some degree of
control. Don't rebel, she kept telling her reflection in the mirror -
don't rebel. Just swallow your pride and get the hell out of here.
She took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom, moving
awkwardly as she tried to keep her skirt from adhering to her semen-
soaked groin.
He was standing by the front door, bare chested, wearing only a pair
of jeans. He smiled crookedly as he watched her awkward
approach. "Good night, Suzie," he said ironically, as he started
turning the key in the lock. "Thanks for a wonderful evening."
She stood silent and trembling as he finished unlocking the door,
turning the key several times to retract the deadlock. Then she
realized he was looking at her again. "Heyyyy," he said
softly, "you're looking real sexy all of a sudden. With your hair and
makeup done all nice and your clothes back on, you're looking real,
real sexy." He pocketed the key and started moving towards her.
"No!" she screamed, shrinking back fearfully as he reached out
towards the front of her blouse. "Oh God - you said I could go. You
PROMISED!"
He stopped, hand outstretched, the smile still on his face. "Thought
you might like to know, Suzie," he said - "your blouse is buttoned up
crooked."
With a choking sob she pushed past him, wrenched the door open and
ran wildly out of the apartment.
 

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