"It's damned hard to believe that you'd do a thing like that," George said grimly, an exaggerated expression of disgust on his face as he glowered at the terrified girl standing a few feet away from the bed, "but if Braun says he caught you peeping at us from the doorway, it's got to be the truth."
"How could you, Nadalee, after we've been so good to you and your husband?" Dolores frowned, wagging her head back and forth in mock disgust even as she choked back the burst of laughter rising to her throat. Suppressing herself, she added, "It's a serious matter, you know, and we could send you to jail for what you were doing… while you were supposed to be working!"
"That's true," George agreed. "If it weren't for Braun, maybe we never would've known what kind of girl you really are."
"Yeah, I caught her, didn't I?" the imbecile slobbered, his crushing grip on Nadalee's arm tightening as he grinned proudly at the Blackwells. "She's a bad girl, ain't she? She's bad because she was playin' with herself."
"What do you mean, Braun? What was she doing?" George asked immediately, barely able to conceal the sudden excitement he felt as he considered the remark.
"She was rubbin' herself down there, Mr. Blackwell. She had her hand there under her dress," Braun answered, pointing an accusing finger at the well-defined vee where Nadalee's creamy thighs joined under the tightly clinging skirt of the bright red dress she wore.
"My God, did you hear that, Dolores!" George exclaimed, the tone of his voice one of manufactured indignation. "Our innocent-looking young maid was not only watching us make love, she was masturbating too!"
Nadalee stood silently, stiffening occasionally as her honor was slashed to pieces by the others… But what could she do? How could she possibly defend herself against them? Every torturing accusation was true? she thought blackly, and there was no way to soften the harshness of those truths.
"I caught her lookin' at my prick too, Mr. Blackwell. She was lookin' at it for a long time," Braun suddenly boomed, his announcement causing his employers to gasp. The bald half-wit's ugly misshapen face almost glowed with gleeful pride when he saw George give him a little smile of approval. The servant seldom received anything but verbal abuse from the Blackwells and he had long ago come to expect nothing else from them. But for some reason altogether beyond his comprehension, it seemed to him that they prized everything he said this afternoon.
"Well, Dolores, I suppose that settles the matter," George said with a note of finality, his deep voice uncommonly mellow and tinged with a note of sympathy that the crestfallen young beauty failed to detect was phony.
"I guess there's nothing else we can do," the blonde sighed, her gaze swerving abruptly to take in Nadalee's still-trembling form beside Braun. She saw with a sense of satisfied delight that the curvaceous youth's flawlessly lovely face gave clear evidence of the war of conflicting emotions that raged within her, her tortured expression a strange mixture of anxiety and distressing humiliation. By God, George never fails! Dolores thought with elation. Reviewing what had happened so far, she realized that everything was working perfectly and in accord with her husband's clever plan to bring the sexy-looking little bitch around to their way of thinking… at least as far as sex was concerned.
"Now, as much as I dread it, I guess we'd better call Newton up here and tell him all about your behavior at the doorway, my dear. Naturally, he should know about how you nearly seduced Braun, a poor feeble-minded moron who would probably let you have your way with him," George said sternly, his voice becoming gruffer by the moment. "I think it's only fair that we explain to him how his own wife was caught masturbating herself as she peeped at her employers making love in what they thought was the privacy of one of their own bedrooms."
"It's a crying shame, of course, but it's our responsibility, darling," Dolores consoled softly, pretending to show sympathy for her broad-shouldered giant of a husband because of the distaste he feigned about facing Newton with the report on Nadalee's shocking immorality. "I only hope that our unpleasant news doesn't completely destroy him… He's devoutly religious, you know," she said to George confidingly, "not to mention the fact that he's extremely sensitive when it comes to marriage and decency."
"Yes, I know, because I've had a few discussions with him in the tool shack and heard him talk about how a good wife should behave… And he's always excited about this great dream he has of owning a farm someday," George informed, the former gruffness in his voice suddenly softening to a quiet tone of counterfeit sentimentality. The big man lowered his eyes then to gaze pensively down at the bed in a pretense of brooding regret. His talent as an actor might not work on the stage, he grinned inwardly, but the juicy young redhead standing with Braun seemed to be pretty damned well convinced by the performance he was giving now, sitting naked on the bed.
"Listen, this is something that I'm sure we both agree ought to be done," the naked blonde chimed in, her lush white breasts swaying slightly as she rocked forward a little on her haunches, the upturned palms of both hands extending outward toward him to emphasize their lack of choice in the matter. "I know decisions like this aren't easy to make, darling, but don't forget that we'll be stranded without anyone but John for awhile and that won't be very easy, either."
"Dammit, baby, I just can't help myself," George objected, grimacing in disgust as he lifted his eyes to glower at Nadalee for a moment. "I despise even the thought of having to tell Newton that he's fired from a good-paying job, a job he likes, because of his wife's perverted way of entertaining herself during working hours. I'm afraid this girl's poor husband will lose a damned sight more than his position, though, because only yesterday I telephoned our San Francisco bank and made arrangements for the deposit of a healthy chunk of cash in a savings account I opened for them… You see, I'd been thinking of the farm."
"It's really sad that little Nadalee here can't behave, isn't it?" the voluptuous blonde said, wagging her finger at the cowering girl like a mother punishing a naughty child by shaming it. "Well, George, I guess she's left you with no alternative but to cancel the account the very first thing tomorrow morning."
"You're Goddamned right, baby! All I've got to do is get on the telephone with Joe Samuels, the president of the bank himself, and I can promise you that the account will be dead within twenty minutes – just as dead as the only real chance that Newton will probably ever have to buy his dream farm," George rasped peevishly, a bitter sneer twisting his lips and intensifying the look of sternness that naturally characterized the expression on his face. He paused for a moment, thinking, then continued less harshly, "Jesus, it really does seem rotten of me, though, to hit a nice hard-working guy like Newton with such a terrible disappointment this way… so soon."
"No, you mustn't blame yourself, George, because it won't be rotten of you and Newton won't feel any terrible disappointment, none at all, not when he doesn't know a thing about the money in the bank or even that you opened a savings account in his name," Dolores corrected smoothly, her tone solacingly soft and gentle in an outward show of concern for him. Then, in a more matter-of-fact voice, she added, "Besides, she obviously excites Braun so much that he's always frustrated, always walking around the house feeling angry and hurt because he doesn't realize that she's something he can't have… even though he caught her spying on us. And even if that problem with Braun could be solved somehow, there's no reason to worry about having to fire them and take back the farm money. He'll understand why you're letting them go, anyway, and he won't know about the big opportunity that his wife is causing him to lose."
She lifted her eyes slightly away from the piteous sight of Nadalee's wildly quavering body to glance at her silver-haired cohort in sexual blackmail, the blonde's mask of seriousness fading and the faint trace of a grin shaping her mouth when she saw George's face. With his head sagging downward and his chin resting high up on his chest, he pretended to be thinking again, profoundly, frowning gloomily as though whatever was on his mind filled him with sorrow and resentment. It was true, Dolores decided admiringly, that the man was an absolute genius when it came to manipulating people, leading and forcing them into compromising situations, positions in which others could not help but fill the pair's mutual need for entertaining distractions from the boredom of wealth. She loved this strangely exciting blackmail sport her husband had taught her and never failed to be astonished by his wonderful talent for creating an entirely different set of rules for each new game they played at someone else's expense. She also adored the agreement they had that allowed them to swing with other sex partners, together or apart if necessary when the other lovers they found for themselves were either too shy or afraid to perform right out in the open. She was grateful to George for salvaging her from the dreary predictable life she had led as a model in the best salons in New York City and she was always willing to go along with his marvelous schemes.
"Well, even though this mess seems harmless to you," he grumbled sullenly after a long silence, "this is one time you're wrong… because it's worse than you think."
"But how can I be wrong?" Dolores wondered, puckering her lips in a forged pout of mild abashment and enjoying the sense of pride she felt in her ability to pounce on his cues and give the right replies and responses back to him. "There's just no way that Newton can be heartbroken over losing a chance he'll never know he had. It's a cinch that our darling Nadalee won't risk telling him, especially not after he hears how her sluttish behavior cost them their jobs. There's no one else around here to tell him… who even knows… and I certainly won't ever say anything to upset him more. So don't work yourself up so much, darling, because there's nothing to worry about… at least not as far as that's concerned."
"Hell, I might as well break the grim news to you now," George began solemnly as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet slowly with a grave look on his face. "Newton knows all about the farm fund I started yesterday… about the account in his name, everything."
"Oh God, I'm so… so sorry," Dolores lamented, "but how did he find out?"
"I hate to admit it, God knows, but I told him early this morning," George announced, feigning regret and pausing for a moment to let his words sink into Nadalee's dazed mind. "Just as always, he came up to get some logs burning in the dining room fireplace, and since I was downstairs, I figured it would start his day out right to give him the good tidings. He got so excited he actually swore a few times and then he made me promise not to say a word about it to anyone. He wanted to keep it a secret from his sweet wife until he thought it was time to, start looking around for a place… then he would surprise her."
"It's so pitiful," Dolores said, sympathizing, "and now I understand your concern for him."
"You'd understand how rotten and sad it is, baby, if you'd seen him leaving to go back to their cottage for his breakfast," George said, shaking his head. "He must've felt ten feet tall when he headed for the kitchen door, swaggering and whistling like someone without a worry in the world."
Then, easing his great bull-like body a few steps backward, George cocked his head and eyed the girl still standing next to Braun, delighting in the visible effects of the sadistic torture they were inflicting on her. The thrillingly beautiful young wife's eyes were tightly shut, her face bloodless and white, and she clenched her lower lip between her teeth to keep them from chattering. Christ, he thought, he could hardly wait to watch the show he was sure now would take place in a few minutes. It was all he could do to keep from giving the bald idiot the signal to throw Nadalee Parker on the bed and take her at will, but George wanted to punish her and force the young helpless wife of his hired hand to beg him for mercy. He knew that she was helpless and utterly confused now, ready to make a bargain with him… even though she was fated to lose her proud innocence in the deal and little realized that there were no terms he and Dolores would accept other than theirs.
"All right, there's no sense putting it off," George broke in, "so we might as well get dressed and go down to have our little talk with Newton."
"Please… please don't tell him anything," Nadalee implored, her voice a meek trickle of sound as she spoke for the first time since entering the bedroom.
"It's got to be done," he insisted with a hint of callousness, despite the tears beginning to streak her pale cheeks.
"No, please, Mr. Blackwell… don't do this to him," Nadalee entreated again, her tone still whispery and distant as more tears spilled from her eyes.
"Why not, you little whore, why shouldn't we tell the poor bastard that you're both being fired! Why shouldn't he know about the farm fund he lost! A man should be told why, you know, when it's because he's married to a female Peeping Tom who plays with herself and teases a poor helpless moron!" George barked, brutally spitting out the words with explosive force as he waited indignantly for the wincing young maid to attempt an answer.
George's every accusing word was a separate blast of pulverizing shock to Nadalee. She could feel her knees weakening even more and her body was sticky with sweat, a cold perspiration that seeped from her skin as she stood there swaying before him, fighting her impulse to scream hysterically… Nothing made any sense at all, she thought vaguely, remembering dimly how happy she had been that morning with Newton and later walking along the trail, so magnificently happy, and now it seemed that she was sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of misery and shame from which she could not escape without half killing Newton. She knew her pious young husband well enough to realize that he would never listen to any excuse she might make for her behavior… if she were lucky enough to even think up an excuse… and that he would readily accept a man's word over hers, particularly when that man was their employer and someone like George Blackwell. Despite his being hard to live with sometimes, she loved Newton and would do anything in her power to keep from losing him.
"What's wrong, don't you have anything to say, my dear?" George asked caustically, a taunting glitter in his cold dark eyes as he glared at his victim. She looked so pure and untouched, he mused fiendishly, his impatience growing by leaps and bounds. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"Oh yes, yes… I'm so ashamed," she heard herself say, wetting her lips before adding, "and I'll do anything, sir, if you won't tell him… Anything! I'll work extra hours and I promise to never do what I did again, I swear it!"
"Promises aren't enough, not nearly enough," Dolores joined in, her voice thick with mockery, "because even though we might be convinced of your good intentions, there's still Braun to worry about with you in the house… Isn't that right, George?"
"I suppose so… unless…"
"Oh, what, what can I do, please tell me, oh please!" Nadalee sobbed, lifting her free hand to cover her face as she mumbled, "I'll do any thing… to stop… losing our jobs… Newton's big chance for… the farm." She could not see the wicked smirk of triumph that slanted the corners of George's mouth as he winked first at Braun and then at Dolores.
"Do you want to stay here?"
"Oh, please… yes!"
"Then, my dear, you want to help Braun, don't you?"
"Anything… Yes, I want to help him," she said absently, innocently, not looking up as she answered between sobs and prayed that the wealthy man would believe her.
"I'm glad you're coming to your senses, Nadalee, at last," George congratulated her in a strangely husky voice as he turned to glimpse over at his wife.
"She's brighter than I thought, agreeing not to cause more problems by holding back what she owes him," Dolores said almost gaily as she smiled up at the dense servant.
"Okay, Braun, you heard what she said," George smiled broadly, baring his teeth in satisfaction. "Undress her and do what you've been wanting to do to her."
"You mean it, Mr. Blackwell, I can do it to her?" Braun blinked in slow recognition and then a toothy grin broke over his grotesque face when he saw the wealthy man's nod of affirmation.
"Dolores, I suggest that you get off the bed now – and close both doors, too," George instructed in a voice that was clinically calm except for the betraying trace of lecherous excitement in it. He saw Braun's prick throb slightly and begin to rise slowly as he gazed at his delicious reward for long silent obedience in serving the Blackwells.
"No, not this way! Not that – I can't!" Nadalee wailed, staring at George in disbelief as the powerful idiot forced her toward the bed, a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach beginning as she realized fully the complete helplessness of her position as though for the first time. Her protests were cut short by Braun's fingers clamping harshly over her mouth, muffling the resisting girl's sounds of complaint as he reached down with his other hand to jerk up at the hem of the short skirt. There was a sharp tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the fullness of her firm white thighs and up over the rounded blue panty-covered softness of her buttocks. Braun gasped and wriggled the skirt of the dress over her hips to the narrowness of her waist, his eyes bulging open as each voluptuously smooth portion of her young body was presented to his view.
"I believe you're taking too long, Braun, so hurry up," George coughed urgently at the servant as his own hands found the creeping semi-erect length between his legs. He began to skin it back and forth as he watched the pagan rape about to take place like some Roman spectator at a special event of carnage taking place in an arena. Braun's nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed greedily over the smooth silky softness of her naked thighs. He pinched the nylon-covered globe of one of her ass-cheeks, grinning lewdly as she groaned against his fingers still clamped over her mouth. There was only a glimmering blue narrow band of sheer nylon between his hand and the roughness of his blunt fingertips, bunched tightly up in the crevice of her buttocks, and he could see silky tufts of her soft auburn pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the leg-bands. The rounded globules of her soft young buttocks stood out brashly, exposed to his lust-crazed eyes and quivering convulsively as he moved his eager hand upward to run it lewdly over the curve of her right hip, fondling the luscious flare of velvety flesh above the panties.
Nadalee wished she could faint, mercifully fall unconscious to the floor, for she knew now exactly what was going to happen to her. She saw thin lines of spittle drooling from the bald moron's hideous mouth and his eyes were gleaming with animal desire as he moved closer yet to her, pressing his vile repulsive body up to her side until suddenly she became aware of the massive hardness of his penis digging against the naked flesh just above her waist. He had forgotten George's instructions to make haste and now, in his very excitement, he lingered a moment to rove his hand higher up on her back, suddenly becoming frustrated in his obscene anxiousness with the obstruction of the dress. Without thinking, he released her mouth and seized the flimsy garment with both hands, stripping it up savagely over her head and then flinging it in a useless heap on the carpet a few feet away from where they were standing.
"Dammit, Braun, hurry up," George hissed commandingly, "the girl wants to help you."
"My God, Mr. Blackwell, make him stop, make him stop!" Nadalee pleaded, using the half-wit's removal of his hand from her mouth as an opportunity to beg for mercy.
"Shut up, you… Mr. Blackwell don't like no talkin' now," Braun growled threateningly. The lust-maddened idiot slapped her hard, flat across the cheek, jerking her head to the side so hard that she thought surely he had broken her neck. She struggled to twist away from his cruelty but the bald servant caught her by the hair and jerked her back to face him, delivering another brutal blow to her other cheek this time, bringing a stinging sensation to her skin as though she were being doused in raw gasoline. She was terrified more than ever now, afraid to struggle or offer any resistance at all for fear he would become even angrier and kill her right where she stood.
Braun giggled dementedly as he devoured her partially nude body with his eyes, his hands roaming over her bare back and shoulders. The smooth satiny softness of her skin was interrupted above only by the thin white brassiere that laced across her back, and below, by the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping from the huge throbbing glans of his penis and smearing where it touched her flesh. Then, locking one hand on her shoulder to hold her fast, she felt the fingers of his other hand rummaging behind her, working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, he hooked his fingers under the strap in anxious frustration and yanked harshly at it. Her full resilient young breasts fell free, the cooler air attacking her pinkish-brown nipples and perking them to sudden erection. She gasped as he pulled the torn piece of now useless nylon down over her arms and the two large, firmly rounded mounds came fully into tantalizing view.
Braun wasted no time now and gazed down at his own hands cupping the maddening cloud-like softness of the two naked breasts in both of his hands, squeezing their ripeness until they overflowed from the bony fingers and made her groan with humiliation. Still not satisfied, though, the grotesquely ugly moron proceeded to knead both hard rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them tightly between them as a lewd grin came over his lips. He saw a wincing expression of pain momentarily replace the embarrassment and sense of degradation on her face, and it evidently amused him. He continued to pinch and knead at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud urgent rebuke from his employer.
"You'd better hurry, dummy, if you want this girl," George threatened, "or I'll take her away and call Newton upstairs to send them back home…"
"I-I want to fuck 'er, Mr. Blackwell… I really want to-to f-fuck 'er," Braun begged in a deranged voice. His eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands dropped along the sides of her quivering body down to the elastic band at the top of her sheer, flimsy panties. Hooking his fingers into the thin nylon with an instinctive confidence, he began to peel them slowly down over the lush curves of her almost still adolescent hips. Trembling in abject horror, Nadalee flinched as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost entirely exposed body. She dared to glance down at the bald surface of Braun's head below her as he jerked the brief panties from her ankles and finally freed them altogether.
She was completely naked now, shamefully bared to the leering eyes of two men and her attractive blonde employer who was standing a few feet behind her husband. She felt her stomach turn as she stifled a deep piercing scream in her throat when the idiot's warm breath blasted on the skin of her smooth flat tummy just above the soft silky triangle of pubic hair. His mouth was a mere three inches away from the triangle, his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply of the sweet, feminine aroma from her cunt, rising and wafting to his nostrils teasingly.
"How's her pussy smell, dummy?" George asked, chortling at the crazed single-minded expression on the retarded servant's face. Jesus, the gigantic wealthy man thought to himself as he stroked his own cock, the girl was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined! He was almost sorry he had decided to wait until tomorrow to indulge himself with her.
"G-good, Mr. Blackwell… s-she's got fresh little c-cunt," Braun answered stutteringly, leaning forward a little to place a wet, slobbering kiss on her soft tummy from his kneeling position. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into her nude flesh. The sudden moist contact sent an unexpected chill racing along her spine and she automatically jumped from the electrifying wetness of the pressure, losing her balance completely then and staggering backward toward the empty bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled backward to land face up with her arms and legs opening wide as she hit. Braun rose from his kneeling position a little and leaped forward to catch her there as she kicked desperately to close her legs. He dropped his hands at once to the full rounded moons of her buttocks and crawled up further on the bed between her open milk-white thighs, crouching on all fours as his knees pressed outward between her ankles and his face panted a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her naked loins. And then he backed off slightly to run his long pink tongue slowly and wetly over the tender inner flesh of her thighs, causing her to groan in helpless humiliation even though a strangely warm shiver ran over the tattered nerve-ends of her lower body.
Nadalee had geared her mind to fighting off pain and depraved abuse… not the tenderness and hateful tiny sensations of pleasure suddenly, and without warning, beginning to flower inside her. She had not been prepared for this and knew less about resisting it than the physical attack she was certain was all Braun could manage.
The idiot's mouth watered as he gazed down at her body beneath him. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, drooling down to mingle with the juices beginning to ooze from the delicious narrow slit that started at the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down through the snowy soft spheres of her creamy buttocks where they pressed tightly against the bed. Nadalee was almost out of her mind now with sheer confusion as she tried to filter the unwanted pleasurable sensuality from the feelings of horror she sensed as a still basically decent person. Through half-slit eyes, she could see that shadowy form of the bald man crouching between her open legs. Then she felt the flat palms of his sweaty hands pushing outward against the tenderness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open and vulnerable for the feeble-minded animal to do as he wished and she watched with baited breath as he slowly lowered his head… slowly… slowly… and at last his hot moist lips closed over the soft furry mound at the base of her tummy!
"Noooo, oooohhh!" she moaned, jerking as his face disappeared from her view into the female musk of the fleecy hair… She felt Braun's lips planting wet tickling kisses on the cringing but moist aperture, his tongue flicking out lizard-like, darting into the throbbing opening and pushing up and down between the lips of her vagina. She swallowed deeply as she felt his thumbs fastening on the moist folds, pressuring them further outward, until finally his gaze froze solid, still, locked on the completely open cavern exposed to his view and his heart raced even faster at the sight of the pink fragile inner flesh, glistening wet and tempting.
Lunging forward, he locked his lips on her and blew softly into the naked hole, his long tongue flicking outward and probing into the wetness when he felt her squirm and heard a groan escape involuntarily from the now open lips of her mouth. The ravishing young redhead's elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head was beginning to roll slowly back and forth on the mattress as Braun's hot searing tongue shot out its flicking tip, circling feverishly around the quivering erected clitoris, his lips sucking to draw in the warm soft folds of her cuntal lips deep inside his mouth. His tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her youthful sex and, even though she fought against the sounds as they rose to her throat, she gave forth husky groans of passion. There was no denying that something she had never felt before in her life was happening to her… something that was so different from the harsh blows he had rained on her cheeks a few moments ago that she was at a loss to understand it. The brute was actually sending soft, feather-like sensations warmly and wetly up from her vagina to flood her entire nervous system. She could no longer think but the moron was not hurting her and that was all that mattered at the moment. That, of course, and the fact that she was experiencing a light rising sensation of floating, up, up, above the reality of the situation and the horror of the threat to expose her to Newton that the Blackwells held over her.
"Ooohh, oooohhh," Nadalee exploded ecstatically into the otherwise silent bedroom, her breath coming now in small quick gasps that came out as small mewling grunts. Then, growing bolder, Braun began a sudden flicking and curling of his wet hot tongue, imbedding it deeper inside her and sometimes withdrawing it all the way to jab its tip tormentingly at her tingling clitoris. He could feel the elastic-rimmed opening of her pussy clasping at his pink hot lingual spear, trying to hold him inside her but blossoming open fully when he followed the primitive drive he never realized was in control of his weak mind as well as his body.
"Jesus Christ, baby, look at her, just look at the hot little bitch! Bet she's never blown her nuts in her life!" George gasped suddenly, his eyes wide open as he nudged his shoulder against his blonde wife standing next to him, as though she were not totally aware of what was happening only two or three steps away from where they stood watching together.
"Yes, I think, she's even better than we'd hoped," Dolores agreed crisply, producing a derisive little laugh in an effort to maintain her composure as she drank in the obscenely exciting sight. God, she thought, she actually envied Nadalee even though she realized that her silly wistful jealousy was wholly unreasonable.
"She loves it, the hot little whore!" the big man added without averting his eyes from the scene on the bed.
"She's got a big surprise coming up, though," Dolores smiled, resisting the temptation to be sarcastic as she remembered her own sessions with the bald simpleton under her husband's directions back in San Francisco. Just the reminiscence comforted her and she leaned close to lick her husband's earlobe, her own brain clogging with renewed lust as she focused her attention again on the wildly lewd performance taking place on the bed before them.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Nadalee chanted over and over to herself in undisguised guilt, hating her body for the steadily rising tide of forbidden sensual pleasure she felt rippling deep down in her stomach and flowing up through her firm heaving breasts to pulse in her nipples. In spite of her horror and revulsion at the sinful things being done to her defenseless genitals down between her open thighs, her nerves continued to flutter and send live shivers of arousal through her limbs. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue darting into the wetness of her vaginal opening.
The slaving imbecile's bald pate began to glisten with sweat as he worked frantically between her wide-spread legs, his tongue making a wet sucking sluicing noise with each thrust he made into the valley between her now hotly pulsating vaginal lips. The breathtakingly beautiful wife of eighteen had never before in her life imagined that such an evil and lurid act could produce such exquisitely sharp thrills in her… especially not when someone as obscenely ugly and stupid as Braun was doing it to her. She actually wanted him to keep on doing it now, she realized with shame, a tiny flash of regret coming over her but quickly fading. At the moment, she could not even remember why she was on the bed with the servant… or even if the reason mattered.
Her emerald-green eyes glittering and her mouth flexing open with passion, her cries of mixed protest and desire gradually became one long low continuous moan. Then, surprising her, Braun suddenly withdrew his lashing tongue from inside the smooth warm passage and explored higher up, probing the warm pink tip in the wetness as the fragrant reddish-brown tendrils of her pubic hair brushed tauntingly against his cheeks. At last he found her hard, throbbing clitoris again and began to lick and nip at it with his teeth until she was afraid she would scream with ecstasy.
The moron felt a lewd and triumphant sense of satisfaction as she responded. Never in his vague dreams had he ever expected to have such a gorgeous young girl, another man's wife, squirming so madly under his tongue, loving it so much that she was at his mercy. The people at the mental hospital had taught him to be careful about everything he encountered in the "outside" world and the Blackwells had made him realize he was not as intelligent as most other people. Little by little, he had come to understand… under George's unrelenting tutelage… that almost everyone around him thought he was worthless except as someone to work for "normal" people. The impassioned redheaded maid writhing under him now seemed to be utterly oblivious to the fact that he was a freak. Not now, anyway! She liked what he was doing, he slowly concluded, so it must mean that Nadalee thought he was good and more than just a freak… The labored conclusion filled him with glee and he giggled again as he locked his mouth roughly over the upper portion of the cleft between her thighs. This would make her like him more than ever, he grinned, lowering his face a little to flick the tip of his tongue down into the tiny tightly-puckered hole of her anus nestling just below the moist portal of her vagina.
"Nooooo, pleeeeeassse," Nadalee whimpered as the unexpected wet electric contact of his searing tongue against the sensitive rubbery opening sent a tormenting prickle of feeling racing through her nerves. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again and whimpered, trying desperately to screw her buttocks deeper into the bed and away from the hot snaking tongue licking without mercy now at her virginal asshole. After a moment, though, he sensed that her first shock was gone and that she was starting to enjoy it by degrees, in spite of the fact that she was sobbing and groaning, as though she hated every second of what he was doing.
Yes, he was right, because she was beginning to jerk back against him a little, her cushions of soft ivory roundness lifting slightly off the mattress and pushing forward in search of the pink hotness of his tongue.
The sex-wild girl knew that she had lost every shred of decency as she felt her hands go out to find him like things with minds of their own, suddenly clawing in vain desperation when her fingertips grazed the sweaty slickness of his hairless crown. She heard him snicker as he ducked his head lower between the cheeks of her ass to escape her sharp fingernails. Then he clamped his open mouth over the brown throbbing ring of her anus, bringing further combined cries of pleasure and humiliation from her lips. He was in complete control now and it would not be very long before he was allowed to do what he had been waiting for all along. But it better be soon, he thought sluggishly, or the pretty girl would cum before she was supposed to and Mr. Blackwell would really be mad. He sensed that she was almost ready to do it now as her shamelessly aroused body began to jerk spasmodically forward in a deliberate movement up against his tongue. He felt the abnormal hugeness of his hard fleshy cock beating urgently against the mattress, the lust-hardened head jerking out droplets of shiny semen that stained the bedspread as he licked gluttonously at the tiny puckered lips of her helpless anus.
George leered obscenely at the wantonly stimulated nymph and felt a tremendously gratifying wave of pride in his own handiwork. He received even greater satisfaction from what seemed already to be the greatest excitement he could remember during the last few years of his retirement. Obviously Dolores felt the same way, his depraved mind decided, since she was thoroughly engrossed in watching and was openly fingering her newly-awakened pussy as though she were the only spectator.
"Nadalee, what would you like Braun to do now?" George asked in a bantering tone. "Wouldn't it feel wonderful, dear, if he slipped his giant prick up between your legs?"
Nadalee's resistance was practically non-existent and yet she could not allow herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that anything she admitted about how she really felt would be the final humiliating surrender. The mere thought of confessing how much she really did, in spite of her revulsion, ache to have the obnoxious imbecile's enormous penis inside her now – if only to quench the burning need raging in her loins at that very moment – was utterly unbearable to her. Her lovely young face was white and straining as she lay there, afraid to let George catch her eyes.
"No, I can't – I won't say that," Nadalee refused with obvious difficulty, pitting all of her remaining strength against the prodding of his vulgar words. God, though, their very lewdness aroused her even more than she already was, she confessed to herself, calling upon all her reserves of willpower to defy this seemingly final subjugation.
"Of course you can, my dear, if you think of how simple it would be, how grand it would feel," George coaxed, an almost sarcastic quality now in his voice. "All you've got to do is just say it – just say, 'Please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to fuck me…' – and then you'll feel fine."
"No, I won't, I won't," she half-shouted, her face quivering involuntarily at the corners of her green eyes as her buttocks still ground impatiently down into the mattress, wrinkling the bedspread in bunched folds. As if on signal, Braun then flicked his tongue out to swirl it tantalizingly around the tip of her erectly throbbing clitoris. "Oooooohhh, oooooohhh!"
"Do you want me to tell him to stop what he's doing?" the towering millionaire taunted.
"Nooo, oh nooo… Please don't make him stop!"
"Well then, say it – say exactly what I told you," George rasped cruelly. "Say it!"
"I… I… want him to do it to me," she finally relented, the last shreds of her dignity beginning to drain away from her lust-consumed soul.
"No, Nadalee, Braun can't understand what you want when you say it that way," George baited. "You'll have to say exactly the right words if you want him to slide that beautiful big cock of his up into your belly."
God, she despised even the idea of succumbing to her licentious employer and giving him that satisfaction… He was a sick sadistic deviate…! And yet there was nothing else she could possibly do, Nadalee realized in desperation, nothing else that would rid her of the hot fiery ball of animal lust blazing in the pit of her stomach… Yes, it was true, horribly true! She yearned to have it in her! Her vagina prickled and ached for it!
"Oh Lord," she moaned in final surrender, shrieking then, "I want his cock in me! Please, oh please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to put his cock in my cunt and fuck me!"
"That's better now," George cackled, a beaming smile of victory and self-congratulation lighting up his face. "I suppose you've noticed the size of the dummy's cock, my dear, so I know you'll take my advice to spread your legs real wide… simply to make everything a little easier."
Trembling, half in fear and half in anticipation, Nadalee spread her thighs wider apart as she watched the now voraciously greedy Braun lift his face from between her naked cuntal lips and shift himself into position, his nostrils flaring wide and more of the disgusting drool dripping from his chin from the overwhelming anxiety he felt. Oh, forgive me, forgive me, she repeated over and over to herself, the thought of Newton suddenly flashing across her brain, drenching her with shame and guilt as though someone had poured a big cauldron of burning hot liquid over her and scalded the very core of her being.
"Go ahead and fuck her, stupid! Or didn't you hear the poor girl begging for it a moment ago?" George asked contemptuously, a one-cornered grin of fiendish amusement lifting his mouth as he watched an expression of grateful relief come over Braun's freakishly ugly face. The moronic servant did not have to be told twice and yet he paused for a moment to gaze down pruriently at the narrow glistening slit of her pussy pulsing in vitiation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing outward against hers. Then he levered up over her, his arms stiff and his hands resting heavily on her slim shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the monstrous, throbbing cock in his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged flanges of her moist pussy. She lay still in complete subjugation before him, not even daring to breathe for what seemed an eternity of seconds.
"Oooooh, pleeease," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight cringing entrance of her vagina. She remembered then her earlier fear of the abnormal size of the penis when she had first seen it from the open doorway awhile ago. Surely it would split her up the middle! It might even kill her!
The half-wit pushed a little.
"Aaaaaaaggghh!" she screamed as the huge tip popped just inside the lips, cruelly stretching the tight elastic opening until Nadalee was certain that she was being ripped wide open from the agonizing outward force of the pressure.
"Nooo, stop, stop! It's too big! Ooooooh!" She was suddenly shrieking at the top of her lungs, causing the slobbering dullard to turn his head in confusion toward his employer.
"Don't worry, dummy, she'll get used to it in a minute," George Blackwell assured the puzzled servant. The wealthy man's eyes glittered evilly and there was a cruel sadistic grin on his face. He was actually enjoying the young girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of Braun's slow, relentless penetration of her almost virginal pussy.
Suddenly, the look of perplexity on Braun's face faded and was replaced by a tense expression of sheer raw lust. He could no longer stand it, watching this helpless beautiful girl spread-eagled under him with the head of his immense blood-swollen shaft disappearing into the hair of her cunt.
Jesus, he had to do something! He had to fuck her right now!
He shoved again, harder this time, and she felt the widely stretched lips around her throbbing vagina expanding more. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the cruel hard pressure. The pain was excruciating and she struggled reflexively, emitting a pitiful cry of anguish from deep in her throat, but he ignored it, feeling only the delectable sensation of warmth and wetness inside the entrance of her vaginal passage. But even that was not enough, not nearly enough to fulfill his urgent animal desire to push himself as far inside her as possible.
He crashed forward, his full weight smashing her large proud breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time, sliding his long thick cock into her passageway like a rampaging bulldozer and pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping it until with a loud smacking sound his balls whacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Oooohhh, aaauuuuuuggghhh!" she screamed louder than ever, the pathetic piercing wail seeming to come from her very soul… almost as if it had been stored there for precisely this moment of unbearable agony. Braun's fantastic lust-inflated cock was buried in her all the way up to the hilt and there was not even the tiniest ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel distinctly as its hugeness pulsed within her, pressuring outward against the soft sensitive walls of her pussy. Painfully enclosed in the moist warm sheath like the trunk of a sapling that had been greased and driven heartlessly into her belly, the bald moron's penis made her feel as though the merciless invasion had ripped her tender vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. The cruel sudden impalement had left her helpless, every part of her insides filled now more than anything had ever filled her before in her life.
She lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his hideous repulsive face directly over hers. Nadalee was afraid to move a muscle for fear of the pain that it would surely bring but she knew that he was not even aware of her suffering now or of the possibility of injuring her… Only one thing mattered to him now – the simple fact that at last he had his prick wedged up inside of this exciting, beautiful young girl who had been driving him crazy with desire ever since she and her good-looking husband had arrived to work here at Quail Lake. What was best of all, he had even heard her beg Mr. Blackwell and say, "Please… tell Braun to fuck me!" Okay, the dimwit decided slowly, he would fuck her, better than her husband or anybody could, but he wanted to get back at her first… for treating him like he was too dumb to know what his cock was for… and for always making him crazy because she was so pretty and soft and innocent-looking… He remembered with anger how his knees always started to shake every time he happened to see the redhead working somewhere in the house… and how she seemed to always snub him, her big round green eyes staring through him as if he did not even exist… And shit, the way her ass rocked and rolled to tease him when she walked across a room… even though she had no idea anyone was watching… was enough to make him so hot that he had to walk around with a hard-on for the rest of the day, just remembering…
For the last three days now, he had spent most of his time trying to picture her without any clothes on or wondering if her husband had screwed her lately and if she had liked it or not. Then, after the Blackwells let him go to his room for the night, he had talked to his dog, Buck, about Nadalee. The big German Shepherd seemed to understand all about Nadalee and why she should be taught a lesson… As soon as the dog went to sleep on the floor, Braun had been taking showers, to be clean for the young maid, and then, returning to sit on the bed and play with himself while pretending the girl was in the room with him… at his side instead of Newton's… because she was no longer too proud to come to a "freak" for the fun she wanted, he had stroked himself to climaxes that merely frustrated him even more.
But not this afternoon, he gloated, swallowing his astonishment as he gazed down at the completely naked young beauty under him, gasping at the sight of his huge prick planted excitingly between her lovely rounded thighs. Shit no, this was the real thing – not just another one of those damned daydreams! It was a lot better than just sitting alone, talking to Buck – that was for sure! And now that he saw her really undressed, even he could understand why merely being around her had always stirred up such a wild frenzy of lust in his veins. Her creamy white body was perfect, a graceful balance of flaring swells and curves which was voluptuous and yet almost dainty in its sculpturesque precision.
"Now I'm gonna get you back for teasin' me," he panted, his eyebrows jerking up as he gave a short wicked chuckle of delight in the thought.
Suddenly, she felt a throb deep inside her quivering belly as the blood-gorged thickness of his cock flexed where it lay soaking in her already stretched vagina. She groaned at the sudden spasm of pain, her face contorting with misery, but still not daring to provoke him more by struggling against his fiendish assault on her vulnerable naked body.
"Told ya I'd get back," he sneered, gazing down in lewd satisfaction at the expression of suffering on her face, flexing again and flicking up another impossible fraction of an inch inside her aching pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhh, nooooooooooooooo," she groaned, her entire body twisting involuntarily as waves of searing agony filled every particle of her, torturing her nerves until she was certain she would either explode or burst into flames at any second. She could feel the cords of muscle in her neck standing out from the effort of trying to bear the punishing pain.
"I told ya I'd fuck ya, didn't I?" Braun slobbered, his tiny eyes glittering sadistically as he dug his fingers into the yielding white flesh of her shoulders and throbbed even deeper. Despite her anguish, her mind was still able to fathom that he was becoming increasingly bolder and more arrogant and she realized that his dim brain would eventually come to the conclusion that any defiance of him deserved worse punishment… if it was somehow possible to be handed a worse punishment than what she was suffering at that exact moment. She knew that most of her strength and courage had been drained away by the shock and agony she had already undergone. It was useless, she knew, to fight such a losing battle any longer – especially since her resistance served only to aggravate her tormentor more and the thought of additional torture was unbearable. Even so, the thought of total surrender to this animal sent cold chills through her along with the excruciating pain.
"Didn't I?" he demanded again.
"Yessss, oh yesssss… You told me you would," she hissed obediently, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out the obscene admission. The bitter realization that she actually had begged for this a few moments ago bored into her consciousness like an evil omen of what her future would be. And now, now she had lost even the will to protest against what was happening to her. She had allowed herself to lose control and had fallen to this… the very lowest thing she could imagine… and she was no better now than the common whores she had seen walking the streets at night back in Oklahoma.
Braun grinned at his tamed young trophy, sensing the surrender of her last bit of stubborn resistance as he felt her tense body relax a little. Suddenly he drew back from her almost to his knees and delivered a vicious crushing thrust that sent the giant heavily-veined cock tearing up into her belly like a runaway freight train. She jerked convulsively as its bulging angry head collided brutally against her cervix, buffeting her head far back against the headboard of the bed so harshly that her head was filled with winking stars for a moment. It was like an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her and felt as though it was going to come out in her throat and then her mouth!
The sex-deranged imbecile leered down at her from above with an insolent salacious grin on his face, his lips curled back lewdly in obvious satisfaction as he listened to her moaning beneath him, incoherent whimpers coming from somewhere deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, the palms of her hands pressing flat against his hips in a vain attempt to ease the pressure of the thick hard cock-head pulsing against her womb like the blunt end of a live cannon anxious to fire off its load. His prick was imbedded even further in her now and he could feel the sensitive brown ring of her anus twitching from the prickling of his big balls hanging down between her buttocks, the crisp hairs on the swollen sacs tickling the nerves surrounding the O-shaped tightness of the opening. He bent down over her prostrate body and locked his teeth savagely on the erect tremulous nipple of her lovely upheaving right breast, his lips drifting around the aureole of the peaked pinkness as he teased and nipped the tip, causing a light feathery stir of pleasure in the white palpitating mound. Then, growing impatient with the teasing foreplay, he raised himself higher again and glanced down to see the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the light pink outer rims clasping tightly around the thick corded base of his penis. It was such a delicious sight that he could almost cum right now just from looking at it, without even moving again.
Now the bald servant began a still painful sawing motion, setting up a slow rhythm of movement that skewered his mammoth prick wetly into the depths of her pussy, stretching and bruising it with every merciless thrust he made. He withdrew it until the head reached the throbbing entrance between the flared cuntal flanges and then fucked madly back into her distended moist cunt, battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the mattress. Braun could sense Nadalee's body coming to life again under him and he heard low humming sounds of servile acceptance coming from her chest. He quickly slipped his hands from her shoulders and moved them down her sides to clutch the soft velvet globes of her buttocks, one in each band. They were flexing and then loosening, oozing around his fingers as he pressed harshly into them. He could feel her strain a little to open her thighs wider, the wet satiny hole of her warm cunt flowering open and shut around the girth of his shaft. The realization gradually came to him that she was really and truly his now to do with as he wished.
Nadalee also felt something strange happening inside her. The pain was going away, slowly, slowly giving way to a maddening, uncontrollable sensation of pleasure that began deep in her womb and seeped little by little through the altered nerve-ends of her tormented body. It rippled through her vagina and out from between the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across her milky soft thighs, up and down the full length of her widely-splayed legs, circling around inside her toes and making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Eventually it traveled up from her contracting belly and throughout her rib cage, surfacing at the tips of her stiffly quivering nipples and making them even more rigid than before. They were alive to the touch of the very air in the room and she arched her back a little to press them solidly against the laboring idiot's sweating hairless chest.
The pain was altogether gone now and she automatically closed her eyes as she tensed the muscles in her thighs, writhing unconsciously under him from the intensity of her feeling. Without knowing it, she rolled her hips luxuriously from side to side around the huge cock fucking into her cunt, its fleshy walls dilating the throbbing in time to the cadence of Braun's forward lunges. It felt to her as though the wide fanning head of his penis had a heart beating in it, was a separate being whose only purpose was to send glorious shivers of rapture through her young body. It was becoming a part of her, melting and fusing with her own flesh, until she was at one with it in an endless soaring flight of exquisite sensation. She no longer felt any horror or anguish… nothing but a mounting ecstasy, building higher and higher, reaching new heights of rewarding sensual titillation with every passing moment. She felt only the animal lust that had taken control of Braun, this mental defective, this ugly bald nitwit who was over ten years older than she, this deranged servant who was fucking far up into her flat belly with his wonderful long thick cock… his big vulgar prick!
Braun could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked over her, enjoying the grunts and mewling sounds of her subjugation, feeling the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming faster and more urgent. The rhythmic slap of wetness as his balls spanked the unprotected crevice of her anus reverberated throughout the bedroom, mingling with the sluicing noise of his ruthless plunges into the now eager pussy she presented up to him. Suddenly he sensed an even greater abandon to passion come over her, a wanton outburst of lust that made her arc her body off the mattress in a struggle to completely engulf him. He giggled to himself as he abruptly paused to stare down at the thrilling sight of her pelvis screwing up to swallow the shiny hard length of his cock. He watched with blissful fascination as the tiny constricting muscles inside her young pussy nibbled greedily at the large swollen head. Then the stretched lips of her pink hair-fringed slit pulled hungrily away, sliding moistly down the stone-hard penis for five or six inches, only to nibble back up again until the soft down of her copper-colored pubic hair brushed against his own, darker patch… He let the beautiful little bitch hump up and down at will as she concentrated with all her female strength on giving back to him the spine-tingling pleasure that he was giving her.
He remained immobile even longer as he gazed in trance-like attentiveness at the tantalizing withdrawals of his cock from her lust-saturated passage, pulling thin soft ridges of her flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress… and then the entry which pushed the soft glistening folds back into her as the long thick rod was wholly consumed by the obscenely wanting vaginal cavern. He allowed her to continue her wanton milking movements for awhile, smiling to himself at the thought of his success in turning the gorgeous, soft-bodied young wife into a squealing helpless mass of sexual desire.
Shit, yes, the hired hand's young wife was his, all right! Braun's dull mind concluded. She sure as hell looked different now than she had when she arrived at the house for work this morning, he remembered, picturing the fresh, sweet-faced look of innocence on her face that he had seen her wearing. Her lovely face was contorted now from the exertion of straining to cum and he could hear the wet suctioning sound of the ever-increasing flow of juices from her loins as she bucked wildly against him, her small feet planted flat on either side of his knees against the quaking mattress.
He groaned and began to jar her again with merciless pile-driving strokes that drove his big prick boring far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent snowy breasts seemed to be swelling larger, quivering and heaving up against the pressure of his chest, the hard rigid peaks of the nipples digging into his perspiring flesh like small pebbles.
"Oh, oooh God, don't ever stop – please, don't ever stop! Fuck it, darling, fuck it harder and faster! Ooooh, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she begged hysterically, unaware in her delirious transport of erotic pleasure that the sweating idiot was already hammering into her uplifted buttocks with every last ounce of strength and ardor that he possessed.
He was pouring everything he had into her, the total sum of years of anger and frustration, hate and need, lust and uncertainty – all of the furious energy he had naturally inherited with the gradual realization that he was an offensive freak of nature who had no choice but to depend upon "normal" people in order to survive. Now, he wanted revenge, not only against Nadalee, but also against everyone who had ever snubbed him or seemed to have thought that he was merely a vegetable without feelings… a dumb animal which they could afford to ridicule without worrying whether or not he might be offended.