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CHAPTER 5
Her awareness was slowly starting to return. She realized she could
hardly feel the flood of Joey's semen - it just blended in with all
of the fluids from her repeated orgasms. And with the slowly
returning awareness came the steadily growing sense of shame. I've
got a naked fourteen-year-old kid lying on top of me, she thought
exhaustedly, her face hot with humiliation. And I even let the little
monster masturbate me! I let him make me come more times than I've
ever come in my whole life. For God's sake, what am I letting them
turn me into? Her exhausted body trembled as she tried to choke back
a sob.
And then she realized that someone was shaking her shoulder. "Hey,
Suzie," said Albie brutally, "don't lie there sleeping all damn
night. It's time for our kitchen maid to fix us some supper. Come on -
we're hungry."
She felt Joey roll slowly off her. "Hey, Albie," he said, "she's not
gonna be able to move for the next hour. She's really fucked." And he
giggled tiredly.
"Next hour, hell!" said Albie heatedly. "There's no way I'm waiting
that long for something to eat." He started prodding her hard with
his foot. "C'mon, Suzie - get up and get on with it."
Messages! her exhausted mind told her. Beatings! You've got to get
up - you've just got to! She gave a despairing moan and with an
incredible effort struggled up onto her knees. Then slowly and
painfully, inch by inch, she dragged herself up the wall and sagged
against it. "Oh God," she slurred, with one cheek pressed hard
against the wallpaper. "Can't... Oh God..."
"Man, I still can't believe this." Joey's incredulous voice came up
from the floor. "She really does do every damn thing you tell her.
This is fucking amazing!"
"You bet she does, kid," said Albie grimly. "Cause if she doesn't,
she knows she's finished - no husband, no job, no life!" He reached
out and dug one finger hard into her bare buttock. "Come on - move
it, Suzie."
"Oh!" She gave a painful little gasp and began to stagger unsteadily
towards the door, holding onto the wall for support. Why can't I walk
properly? she thought dazedly. Something wrong...
"Oh for God's sake, Suzie," said Albie disgustedly, "put your other
shoe back on. You look real dumb limping along like that." He paused,
and looked around the room. "And I've got that cute little maid's cap
here somewhere, too. Hold on."
She nearly fell over as she tried to force one shaking foot back into
her discarded shoe. Oh God, she thought, trembling in exhausted
despair, I don't think I can even walk as far as the kitchen. Much
less fix supper for the little bastards.
"There!" said Albie, taking advantage of her bent posture to clip the
paper cap into her hair. "Our kitchen maid's all dressed up and ready
to go. Stand up straight, Suzie, and let's have a good look at you."
He turned to Joey. "Waddaya think, kid? Cap - earrings - wristwatch -
high heels - fashion stripes on her ass - fresh cum in her cunt. Can
I design uniforms or what?"
"She looks real good, Albie," said Joey approvingly. "And didn't you
say you fucked her yourself before you got here?" When the other boy
nodded he went on, "So she's got your cum and her cum and my cum, all
running down her legs. And another load of your cum down her throat
as well. Hell, it doesn't COME much cummier than that!" And he
laughed at his own pun.
She closed her eyes in humiliation as she leaned back exhaustedly
against the wall. She was still trembling all over. Why don't I just
kill myself? she thought despairingly. Even the lowest Bangkok whore
must have a better life than this. Oh God. Then she felt a sudden
push against her shoulder and her eyes flew open as she grabbed at
the wall to keep her balance.
"Kitchen!" said Albie tersely, right into her face. "Fix our fucking
supper. You got five minutes, Suzie."
With a despairing sob she moved away and began to stagger slowly
towards the kitchen. She had got just halfway across the living room
when she heard the sound of running footsteps coming after
her. "Suzie!" shouted Albie from behind her. "I said five minutes,
not five fucking hours!" And a hand smashed incredibly hard against
one of her tender buttocks.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed, clutching wildly at her burning
bottom and leaping frantically around the room, her exhaustion
forgotten. "AAAAAAHHHHH!! OWWWWW!! OWWWWW!! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Her wild running finally slowed and she slumped bent over and sobbing
against the nearest wall. "Oh God!" she wailed. "Owwwwwwwwwww!!" And
then she gradually became aware of a strange noise coming from behind
her. She swung her head around slowly, still crying, and still
clutching desperately at the excruciating pain in her buttock.
Albie was standing grinning at her, slowly shaking his stinging hand
to ease the discomfort. But Joey was sitting naked on the floor,
leaning against the wall, clutching his stomach and shrieking with
helpless laughter. "Oh God!" he howled, as tears of mirth ran down
his cheeks. "...Jumping around the room!... grabbing her ass with
both hands!... her tits bouncing up and down!... Oh God - that was
fucking classic!... Oh GOD!..." He bent double and became utterly
incoherent with fresh laughter.
She felt the hatred blazing up inside her. Oh you pair of filthy
sadistic little monsters! she thought furiously, clenching her fists
hard against her burning buttock and shaking with helpless impotent
rage. If I had a gun I swear I'd blow you both to hell right now!
Bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards...
"Oh God!..." gasped Joey again. "What a sight! Gotta... gotta hand it
to you, Albie - you sure know how to put on a good show!" And he
started laughing all over again.
Albie's grin got wider as he stood looking at her. "Guess you aren't
as tired as you thought you were, Suzie. You got enough energy to fix
the supper now?"
She muttered something through her clenched teeth as she leaned
against the wall, her whole body shaking. Damn you to the hottest
hell there is, you little bastard! she thought desperately. One day I
swear I'll...
"You say something, Suzie?" said Albie sharply. "Was that yes? Or was
it another no?"
Instantly the fear returned. "No, Mr. May," she blurted hastily. "I
didn't say no! I swear I didn't. I... I was just wondering what you
both wanted for... for supper." Oh God!
He looked at her steadily for a long moment. "You know you gotta do
everything I say, don't you?" he said at last.
She dropped her eyes. "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered, her lower lip
trembling in impotent humiliation. "I know that."
"So you aren't even thinking about bucking the system, are you?"
"No, Mr. May." It was said so quietly that he could hardly hear her.
"Well, then," he continued, "go get your shoes and put them back
on..."
"Oh God!..." Joey's renewed outburst of hysteria interrupted
him. "She kicked them clear across the fucking ROOM!..."
"...And then go fix a pizza for me. And a..." He turned to the other
boy. "...What're you having for supper, kid?"
"Oh God!" Joey was still giggling. "I dunno. Anything!"
"And a TV dinner for Joey. And like I said, Suzie - five minutes."
She stumbled hastily across the room, shoved her feet back into her
shoes and then almost ran into the kitchen. By the time she had the
frozen packages wrenched open and the dinners thrown into the
microwave they were both sitting at the table behind her. "Would you
look at her ass, Albie," said Joey, snickering. "Look at that big red
handprint. Looks like you've branded her for life!"
Her abused buttock throbbed intolerably. She longed to start
massaging it, to start trying to rub away the pain, but she knew that
would start a fresh round of giggling and snickering and she held
herself in check with an effort. Then she gave a weary sigh. I'd
better do the obedient maid bit, she thought hopelessly, turning
slowly around to face them. "Anything... anything else you boys
want?" she asked hesitantly. She could feel herself trembling again
as her feeling of exhaustion slowly returned.
Albie was already peeling off his T-shirt. "Yeah, Suzie," he
leered. "I wanna give you a good fucking while I have supper. So get
that kitchen maid cunt of yours ready for another stiff dick."
She closed her eyes. Oh God, she thought wearily, will it never
end? "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered submissively. "Whatever you want."
Then the microwave beeped and she turned tiredly away to serve their
suppers.
Albie was naked by the time she carried the food over to them,
sitting beside the equally naked Joey. "Put Joey's down there," he
ordered, pointing to the end of the table, "and mine here. Now lay on
your back on the table with your legs and your ass over the edge.
Come on, Suzie - hurry it up!"
His impatience chased away her fatigue. She put the plates down
hastily and backed up to the table, gasping as her sore bottom
encountered the hard edge. "Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, as she lowered
herself back on her arms and elbows, feeling the strain in her arched
back and the pain of the sharp edge digging into her aching buttocks.
He stood looking down at her, massaging his growing erection with one
hand, and nudged at her ankles with his foot. "C'mon," he
commanded, "get your legs open. My supper's getting cold."
Then he leaned over her, holding himself up off the table with his
arms, and slowly pushed his swollen penis deep into her open
vagina. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he sighed. "That feels so fucking good!"
"She still wet, Albie?" Joey spoke up through a mouthful of supper.
"Yeaaahhhh..." he breathed, trying another few slow, experimental
thrusts. "All slick and slippy. Oh yeaaaahhhhhhhhh!..." Then he
reached across with one hand and pushed the pizza closer to
her. "Don't let it... ohhhhhhhhh! ...get cold, Suzie," he went on
warningly. "Keep feeding me slices... ohhhhhhhhh! ...while I...
ohhhhhhhhh! ...fuck you. I want one bite... ohhhhhhhhh! ...for each
poke. Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd!..."
She scrabbled urgently at the plate beside her and held a slice up to
his mouth in her shaking fingers, wincing as the still-hot pizza
burned her fingertips. "Mmmmmmmm," he said approvingly as his teeth
closed over it. "Fuck!" he added as he thrust deep into her
again. "Mmmmmmmmm - Fuck!... Mmmmmmmmmm - Fuck!... Mmmmmmmmmm -
Fuck!..."
She pushed the last of the slice into his mouth and grabbed hastily
for the next portion, trying not to groan aloud as her sore buttocks
were rammed repeatedly against the sharp edge of the table. Got to
please him, she thought desperately as she forced her trembling
fingers to keep feeding him. Whatever perverted damn thing he wants
to do, I've got to keep him happy. But my bottom - it hurts like hell!
"Hey, Albie," said Joey suddenly, his mouth still full, "I think you
just invented a new recipe. Fuckeroni pizza!" He started laughing
again, and then began to cough as some of his supper went down the
wrong way.
"Oh shit!" yelled Albie suddenly. "I'm coming too fucking soon!
Still... still half the pizza left... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuckkkkkkkk! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!" And he slumped heavily
down on top of her, almost squashing the slice of pizza she was still
holding.
Thank God, she thought exhaustedly as she felt his semen spouting out
inside her. My bottom couldn't take much more. And I think my
vagina's starting to dry out as well. Please don't let them want any
more tonight!
"Aw, fuck," moaned Albie dejectedly, pawing irritably at her breasts
as he lay on top of her. "I wanted to hold out till the last fucking
slice. Aw, shit!"
"Hey," said Joey from the end of the table, "no problem, buddy.
You're young and fit, ain'tcha? Just shove your dick back in and
start pumping. With a nice warm cunt wrapped around it you'll get
hard again in no time, I guarantee it."
Oh God, no! her mind screamed. He's already done it three times.
It'll take him forever to get off again. He'll rub me red raw! Oh
God - I've got to stop him! "A...Mr. May," she said
desperately. "I... my husband's coming home tomorrow!"
He squeezed one of her breasts. "So?" he said wearily. "That's why
we're fucking you tonight, Suzie."
"But he... he..." She snatched a frantic glance at her watch. "He
always phones me the night before he comes back - at about nine p.m.
And it's already nearly eight. Please let me go home now, Mr. May -
please!"
He hoisted himself up tiredly on his arms and looked down at
her. "What's the problem, Suzie?" he said, still breathing
heavily. "You still got over an hour, haven't you?" He looked across
at the other boy. "Hey Joey, do me a favor, willya? Reheat this pizza
while I see if I can get it up again."
"Yeah," said Joey approvingly. "Way to go, kid. And by the time
you're through I'll be just about ready for another fuck myself."
Oh no! she thought in utter despair. Please God - no! But Albie was
already fumbling between her legs, trying to push his flaccid penis
back inside her vagina. She closed her eyes and turned her face away.
Oh God - please just let it stop!
"Just rub your dick up and down her cunt lips for a while, Albie,"
said Joey, pressing buttons on the microwave. "And when you're hard
enough it'll go back in OK. Believe me - I did it three times in a
row with a thirteen-year-old last month." Then he grinned. "Course
she was a little bit tighter than that old woman you've got there."
She felt her face starting to get hot with fresh humiliation. If I'm
such an ugly old hag, she thought savagely, then how come you want to
keep raping me all night? Damn you both to hell!
"Move your ass, Suzie," said Albie, giving her a sudden slap on one
hip. "You better start giving me a hand if you don't want to still be
here at midnight."
"Mr. May," she said desperately, "what about if I sucked you?
Wouldn't... wouldn't that make you hard sooner?" I've got to finish
him off quickly, she thought frantically - I've just got to!
"God," said Joey admiringly, "she sure is eager to please, isn't she?
And she doesn't even charge for the service. What a slut!"
She clenched her fists, rigid with shame. She could feel the flush
flooding down her face and neck, spreading down over her body and
breasts. Well, isn't that what you both want? she screamed at them in
her mind. Don't you want me to be your slut, your whore, your walking
wet dream? She closed her eyes as she felt the tears starting again.
Oh God, I...
Then a sudden sharp tug at one of her nipples made her eyes fly open
again. "Well, get on with it, Suzie," said Albie impatiently, still
tugging roughly at her breast. "If you're gonna suck my dick hard
again then just do it."
She struggled up onto her elbows, then pushed herself away from the
table and sank to her knees in front of him. Then she reached out and
shakily took hold of his limp organ. God, how my bottom hurts, she
thought dejectedly, as her lips closed unwillingly over the head. And
to think how I was planning to avoid any more pain by seducing the
little bastard. I should have known he'd find some fresh way to
humiliate me! She closed her eyes in despair and started doggedly
sucking him. Then she suddenly remembered the need for haste and
forced herself to speed up. The taste of his fresh semen and her own
vagina almost made her retch.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!" moaned Albie, leaning against the table above her. "Oh
yeahhhhhhh... Just keep fucking doing THAT...!"
But he still wasn't getting hard. She tried even harder, feeling her
whole body shaking with renewed fatigue as she struggled to stay up
on her knees in front of him. Oh God, she thought hopelessly, this is
going to take all damn night! How am I ever going to get home by
nine?... And then after what seemed forever she finally felt his
organ beginning to swell inside her mouth.
"Oh yeaaahhhhhhh!" Albie gasped. "Oh God -
yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!... Quick, you fucking bitch, get back up
on the table and open your fucking legs. For God's sake hurry, while
I'm still hard!"
She scrambled hastily back onto the table, her aching bottom cringing
at the thought of further abuse. She longed to suggest that they use
his bed, but she didn't dare refuse him. She tried to suppress a
groan as he pushed himself urgently inside her once more, ramming her
buttocks painfully back against the sharp edge of the table.
"There y'go, Albie," said Joey, banging the plate of pizza down
beside them. "I had to reheat it a coupla times while she was still
sucking you, but it oughta be good and hot by now."
"Thanks... pal..." panted Albie, thrusting into her even harder,
making her cry out under him. "Nothing like... uhhhhhhh! ...good hot
pizza... Uhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!" He looked down at her as he
pumped. "So get with it... Suzie..." he panted. "Feed me..."
She grabbed hastily for one of the slices. "Ouch!" she whimpered, as
it scorched her fingers. "Mr. May, it's hot!"
"You think... I want to... uhhhhhhhhhh! ...eat it frozen or
something? Just fucking... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ...pick it up and...
feed me!... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
She could feel the friction slowly increasing inside her vagina as
she fumbled each piece of hot pizza into his mouth. "Uhhhhhhh!" she
moaned involuntarily as he gave her a particularly savage thrust. How
much longer is he going to take? she thought desperately. She winced
as the sharp table edge slammed once more against her aching buttocks.
"Damn!" hissed Albie, his teeth clenched as he kept doggedly
thrusting into her. "Now the... uhhhhhhhhh! ...fucking pizza's
finished and I'm... uhhhhhhhhhh! ...still not there. Shit!"
Joey sat at the end of the table, staring with undisguised interest
at the long copulation going on in front of him. "You sure she's
still wet, buddy? Looks like you're starting to give her a hard time."
"I don't give a shit... uhhhhhhhh! ...whether she's wet or not.
Uhhhhhhhhhh!... I got a fuck to finish. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!..."
The younger boy got up and came to stand beside them, still
watching. "Suzie," he said suddenly, "you want me to feel you up
while he's fucking you? I could get you all lubed up again."
Even in the midst of the discomfort and pain she felt her cheeks
growing hot. She closed her eyes without answering and turned her
face away from him in humiliation, trying not to groan aloud as Albie
kept thrusting into her. Joey stood watching for a while longer. Then
he shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, and went to sit down again.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Albie's breathing started to
quicken and his movements speeded up. Her buttocks were throbbing
from their repeated collisions with the sharp edge of the table, and
her vagina felt as if it was on fire. She had never longed more for
the feeling of semen squirting out inside her. Please God, she
thought desperately, trying to bite back her groanings, let him COME!
"Ahhhhhhhhh shhhhhhittttttttttt!!..." he moaned suddenly. "Oh
Godddddddddd!!..." He slumped slowly forward on top of her, and she
realized that this time he had produced almost no ejaculate at
all. "Fucking... shit..." he mumbled, groping exhaustedly at her body
and breasts, "I... am... fucking... fucked!... Ohhhhhhhhhhh shit!..."
She felt his softening penis slip out of her as his dead weight
pressed her down against the table. Thank God that's over, she
thought exhaustedly. Oh God - my bottom... my vagina... Oh God!
After his exhausted panting had finally died way he pushed himself
shakily off her and staggered towards the door. "I gotta go lie
down," he muttered. "I'm really fucked."
She struggled slowly up onto her elbows, trembling with pain and
fatigue, and looked blankly around her. What... what have I got to do
now? she thought dazedly. Oh yes - get dressed... get the hell out of
here... get home by nine p.m. If I still can. Oh God... She gave a
weary groan and began to lever herself slowly up off the table.
"Where're you going, Suzie?" Joey's voice came unexpectedly from
behind her. "I haven't had my fuck yet."
It took her a few seconds to register. Then: Oh no! her exhausted
mind screamed. Oh God - NO! She fell heavily back onto one elbow and
twisted around, trembling, to stare at him. "Joey..." she gasped
hopelessly, "for God's sake... If I... if I have to do it again it'll
tear my insides out. For God's sake - please!..."
But he was already walking around the table. "Stiff shit, Suzie," he
said bluntly. "I offered to lube you up again while Albie was still
fucking you, but you were so damn snooty you didn't even answer me.
So whose fault is it if your cunt feels like a truck's just driven
through it?" He stepped between her spread legs and looked down at
her. "Course if you told me you were real sorry for being such a
stuck up snoot, and then begged me real nice to feel you up - well, I
might think about doing it before I fuck you."
She just lay there, looking with horrified fascination at the stiff
young erection bobbing in front of him, pointed right at her burning
crotch. "Oh God," she whispered, her lower lip trembling. "Oh God..."
He waited a few moments more. "OK, Suzie," he shrugged - "it's your
cunt." And then he shoved himself roughly into her.
"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!" she screamed, convulsing in front of him on
the table as his swollen organ ripped fiercely into her raw
vagina. "Nooooooooooo! Oh God, Joey - PLEASE!..."
He paused in mid stroke, his penis still inside her. "Changed your
mind, Suzie? Want me to feel you up after all?"
"Oh God, yes Joey, please!" she gabbled desperately, clawing at his
arms. "It'll kill me if you keep doing that! Please do what you said -
for God's sake, please!"
"Please feel you up?"
"Oh God, please, Joey! Please feel me up - please, please, please
feel me up. For God's sake, please!"
"Please make you come?"
"Yes, yes, yes - please make me come! Oh God!"
He gave one short, tentative stroke into her, making her cry out
again. "How many times should I make you come? More than I did
before?"
"Oh yes Joey, if that's what you want to do please do it! Anything,
Joey - oh God please - anything! But please, please, please don't
keep hurting..."
"Too bad, Suzie," he interrupted callously. "You just didn't ask soon
enough, did you?" And he jammed his erect penis savagely back inside
her and started pumping as hard and fast as he could.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!" she shrieked, clawing desperately at his
hips and stomach, trying frantically to push him away, as her legs
flailed wildly and her body thrashed and jerked on the table in front
of him. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! Oh God, Joey, please stop it! Oh
Godddddddd!! Owwwwwwwww!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!! Owwwwwwwwww!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!! Please, please - STOPPPPP
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!"
"Too fucking late, Suzie!" he shouted over her wailing, with his
young hands clamped hard around her waist to keep her in place. He
increased the speed of his thrusts, making the whole table shake
under them. "Oh Goddddddd!" he howled. "I'm comiiiinnnggg!!
Commmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnggggggg!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Then he
fell forward onto her, still making small feeble thrusts at her
tormented groin as his wild gasping and panting slowly began to die
away.
Her cries finally faded. "You've ruined me!" she wept, sobbing and
shuddering underneath him. "Oh God - you've ruined me! And it hurts -
it hurts so much!"
"Aw, quit whining, Suzie," he said wearily. "It's nothing a little
bit of vaseline won't fix." He hoisted himself up slowly on his arms
and looked down at her. "And maybe next time someone offers to help
you out, you won't be quite so damn snooty about it." He gave a tired
sigh and pushed himself away. "I'm gonna lie down. Why don't you fuck
off and go phone your husband or something?"
She lay on the table, still trembling and crying, and looked
fearfully after his slight blond figure as he left the room. Oh God,
she thought wretchedly. And I thought Albie was a bastard. But he's
got nothing on you, you little monster! She shivered, then began
struggling slowly and painfully off the table, gasping as each
movement brought fresh pain to her raw vagina. My clothes, she
thought hopelessly. Where the hell are my clothes?
She staggered out of the kitchen, walking with her legs grotesquely
spread to favor her throbbing vagina. She found her skirt still lying
in a crumpled heap near the front door, then went weaving slowly
across the room towards Albie's bedroom, looking for the rest of her
clothes. Oh Rob, my darling, she thought hopelessly as she felt the
fresh tears starting, I'm not going to make it. I'm not going to be
there when you call. But I can't move any faster - I just can't. Oh
my darling, I'm so sorry!
Albie lay snoring on the bed as she shakily pulled on her bra and
blouse. My panties...? she thought confusedly. Then she remembered.
He had taken them from her at the school. She gave a resigned sigh
and walked slowly and spread-legged out past the sleeping Joey on the
sofa to pick up her handbag. It was only when she saw the front door
staring blankly at her that she finally realized. Oh God, she thought
despairingly, I'm locked in!
She went back and looked irresolutely in through the open door of
Albie's bedroom. He was still on the bed, oblivious and snoring.
Where the hell does he keep the key? she thought despairingly. She
started to move quietly towards his desk, and then suddenly the
memory hit her: his angry face right in front of hers, his fingers
tight in her hair - You're never gonna fuck with my stuff again!... A
violent shiver shook her whole frame. Oh God, she thought fearfully,
if he catches me looking through his things for that key...!
She looked down at his sleeping form. Which is worse, she thought
hopelessly - being punished for waking him or being locked in here
all night? She reached out one trembling hand and shook him gently by
the shoulder. Nothing. She shook him again, harder this time.
"Wha...?" he grunted, stirring slightly on the bed.
"Mr. May," she whispered desperately. "I... I'm sorry, Mr. May, but I
have to go. You... you said I could go. Please, Mr. May."
He half opened one eye and looked at her blankly. "So fucking go,
then," he mumbled irritably.
"But I'm... I'm locked in. Please, Mr. May - I'm so sorry."
"Oh shit," he muttered. He burrowed back down into his
pillow. "...Jeans," he mumbled. "Right pocket. Now get the fuck out
of here and lemme sleep."
She flushed and drew back. Then she looked hopelessly around the
room. Where the hell did he leave his jeans? Oh yes - the kitchen.
She turned and moved slowly and painfully towards the door.
His sleepy voice came from behind her. "You're waddling like a duck,
Suzie." He giggled tiredly. "A fucked duck."
Her face burned hotter. She took a deep breath and tried to walk a
little more normally as she left the room. I'm not even going to
answer you, you little bastard, she thought tiredly. She retrieved
the key and let herself out, leaving the key dangling on the inside
of the lock as she pulled the door closed. Thank God, she thought,
trembling. That's one more night of hell behind me.
She glanced tiredly and listlessly at her watch as the elevator
descended. Then she froze. That can't be right! she thought
incredulously, holding the watch up to the light. It's only eight
fifty eight. Oh God - maybe I can still get home before Rob phones!
She ran out of the open elevator towards her car, her soreness
forgotten. Please God, let him phone late! she begged as she started
the car. Then she was racing out of the exit with a squeal of tires
and bursting out into the quiet street.
She narrowly avoided at least two accidents on the way home. By the
time she was driving down their street she was trembling all over.
Please God, she kept praying - please don't let him call yet! Please!
It was nine twenty three by the time she had frantically unlocked the
front door and rushed in to the phone. And there was no blinking red
light on the answering machine! He still hasn't called, she thought
with desperate gratitude. Oh, thank God! She sank slowly down onto
the carpet in front of the phone and felt the tears of thankfulness
starting to run down her cheeks. Thank God!
Her racing heartbeat began to quieten as she lay there, and then she
became aware of how sore and dirty and degraded she felt. I've got to
have a shower, she thought desperately. I can't stay like this for
even another minute! If I leave the door open I can hear if the phone
rings. She struggled up off the floor and stumbled to the bathroom.
Even the hot shower didn't make her feel clean. She stood trembling
under the cascading water, washing herself again and again and again,
trying to wash all the soreness and shame into oblivion. And then
suddenly the phone rang. She grabbed a towel and hurtled out into the
living room, trailing water all the way.
"Hello?" she said eagerly. "Oh God, Rob - thank heavens! Oh darling,
it's so good to hear your voice."
The phone murmured in her ear. He was sorry he was phoning so late -
he'd been out to dinner with a client. Thank God you WERE late, she
thought with desperate gratitude. At least I was here when you
called. Then she realized he was telling her how much he loved and
missed her.
Her voice shook. "Oh darling, I miss you too. I miss you so much!..."
"...Yes, darling, I can't wait for you to get home..."
"...Yes, honey, all night - I promise. We'll make love all night..."
"...Yes, darling, I love you too. I love you so much! Goodbye,
sweetheart."
Her hand was shaking as she replaced the receiver. Then she slowly
bowed her head, cupped one hand over her aching vagina through the
wet towel, and started to cry.
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