The next day was hazy and she couldn't remember just where she was going, but she knew that she was below deck on a boat, and from the needle mark on her arm she realized that she had been drugged and that they probably didn't want to let her know where they were taking her.
She lay there on the bunk, too sore to move, for what seemed an eternity when she heard heavy footsteps coming down the ladder. She looked up and her eyes met the cold, staring eyes of the man who had placed the original bid on her at the auction.
"Well, well, you put on quite a show last night. You're a very good shag if you don't mind my saying so!" he leered at her.
All she could do was to stare blankly at him and wonder what he was going to do next.
"Don't worry," he continued, "I'm not going to touch you. You need your rest to be in top shape for your new job."
"W-Where… Where are you taking me," she finally had the courage to ask.
"Another island in the Bahamas, Grand Bahama," he answered coldly. "I think you'll like your new job even better than the last one… it's more specialized!"
She wasn't sure what.he meant, but she didn’t even want to know, because nothing could be any worse than what she had already been forced to endure.
"We will be there by late afternoon, so why don't you rest. A crew member will be down with your lunch in about a half an hour, so relax and try to enjoy the trip," he added, and then left her alone once more.
She lay back and stared at the roof of the cabin, too exhausted to even get up to look through the port hole and view the scenery, if there was any.
In a short time she heard more footsteps coming down the ladder, but this time they were hesitant and they stopped just outside her door and she heard a gentle knock.
"Are you awake?" a voice asked softly.
"Yes… yes… come in," she answered falteringly.
She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the handsome young man who was standing just above her, holding a tray with her lunch.
"I've brought you something to eat… that is, if you're hungry," he said.
His eyes were a bright blue, sparkling with life and a gentle glow as he looked down at her. "I understand you had quite a rough time of it last night," he continued as he placed the tray next to her. "I'm sorry."
"That seems unlikely coming from someone who works for…" she stopped, realizing that she didn't even know her new boss's name.
"Mr. Carl," he volunteered. "My name is David, David Warren, and I don't like this any better than you do, but that again is a long story and I won't bore you with it." He turned and started to go, when she spoke.
"No, don't go. I'm sorry I was so rude, but try to understand that I just don't know what's happening anymore and I'm so confused," she went on.
"That's quite all right; it's just that it makes me sick every time I have to run one of his slave errands for him. The girls are always so young, but somehow you don't seem to be as hardened as the rest of them."
"Well," she continued, "I was just coerced into this about three weeks ago, and I still can't believe what's happened to me since then," and her eyes began to fill with tears again.
She choked on a sob, trying to stifle her hurt and fright when he came over to her and put his arm around her so that she could bury her head in his shoulder and have a good cry.
It was so comforting to have someone gentle hold her that she almost forgot where she was going and what they had turned her into. She cried for about fifteen minutes before she could regain her composure. When she finally dried her eyes, he said, "Wait here, I'll get my lunch and we can talk while we eat. Mr. Carl is busy with one of the other girls and he'll never know. That is," he added, "if you don't mind."
"Oh, David," she said, "I'd love to have someone kind to talk to again, it's been so long since I've felt that I could say anything or tell anyone just how I felt. Please hurry back."
He left her for just a few minutes and returned with another tray and a bottle of chilled white wine.
"Maybe this will help you relax," he said smiling and holding up the bottle of Rhine wine, as he sat down on the bunk next to her. "I stole it from the galley."
"Is there anyway that I can ever get away from here," she asked hesitantly, for she wasn't really sure that he may just be sounding her out for the boss.
"It's not easy," he answered, "One of the girls that was here before did manage to get off the island, but she met with an unfortunate accident in Miami, so I wouldn't try it right away. If you wait for a few weeks maybe I can think of a way to get you out, perhaps the next time I make a run for the old man we can stow you away."
"Do you mean you would really help me," she asked, about to burst into tears again.
He put his arm gently around her shoulders and hugged her close.
"Yes, you're different from the other girls. The other ones thought that if they propositioned me I would help them, but you're not like that, you're not meant for this kind of life, you're sweet and good, I can tell, of course I'll try to help you, but we must be careful. If the boss ever found out that I had said what I did, we'd both be in big trouble." He released her and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Now, eat your lunch and have a glass of wine, it's good for your nerves," he said, trying to sound light and encouraging.
She ate her lunch of crab and conch salad in silence, downing it with several glasses of the cold dry, wine, glancing at this young man's handsome, kind face from time to time.
He turned so that his eyes met hers, calm and friendly and she could feel a shock of electricity shoot through her body. She wanted him to hold her, comfort her, but how could she tell him that she just wanted to feel his strong arms holding her, reassuring her and that she knew that she could love him, but she had been so hurt that she knew it would sound like a bribe and phony. So she just looked deep into his eyes and let her hand rest lightly on top of his and told him, "I do trust you, please don't let me down, I don't think I could take another disappointment… not now."
"I think we're both Saturday's children," he added. "We've a long way to go, and I'd like to travel that way with you, but we must be patient. For a little while, anyway."
She gathered strength from his calm, sure voice and she knew that he did mean it. He was a sensitive man, handsome, about twenty-nine or thirty with the clearest, bright blue eyes she had ever seen.
When they finished their lunch, he got up and said, "I'd better get back topside before anyone misses me, but I'll be back and once we land I'll be around the club every day to see you. Mr. Carl usually has something for me to do anyway so it won't look obvious, but we must play it safe." He continued, "I'd like to take you in my arms right now, hold you and promise you that we can both get out of this, but that will have to wait, I don't want to rush you or skyrocket your hopes prematurely." He kissed her softly, but firmly on the lips and mussed her hair with his hands, then left.
She sank back onto the bunk, most of the nervousness had left her body and once again she held a thread of hope that soon, somehow she would break loose from the "corporation" and be able to return to a normal, happy life. Her experiences would leave some scars, but with a young man such as David who knew the whole story and still could care for her, the future would not be so grim. Jim obviously hadn't cared enough or he would have done something by now. And right now, it had to be someone who really cared.
Within a few hours the boat slowed and made its way into the port at Grand Bahama Island and the girls were escorted ashore and taken the short ride to the club. When they arrived they were taken to separate cabins that surrounded the main club, and were told to unpack and get ready for a meeting in an hour.
Candace threw her bags on the ominous looking king-sized bed that took up most of the space in the room and heard herself saying out loud, "Oh David, what is going to happen. I wish you were here to help me." She felt the urge to cry again when she heard a soft, almost inaudible knock on her door.
"Who is it," she asked hesitantly, afraid her work was about to begin before she had even been able to mentally prepare herself. But, to her relief the answer was familiar and warm.
"It's me… David," the voice answered softly. "May I come in?"
She almost ran to the door to let him in. "I just wanted to see what cabin they put you in so that I would know for sure," he added, "I hope you don't mind."
"I was just thinking about you." She blurted out to him. "I've known you only a few hours and you're on my mind already… it must be love," she said, trying to sound jovial, but somehow it didn't come through.
"I was just thinking the same thing," he said, taking her swiftly into his arms and kissing her warmly, urgently, letting the strength of his body flow through her and reassure her that he really was there and that he would try his best to help.
She returned his kiss with an urgency that matched his own and before long they fell backward onto the bed, their hands searching out the new and exciting curves and tense muscles of each other's bodies.
"Oohhhhh, David," she whispered, "I didn't think that I could actually feel love for any man again, but you make me feel so alive, so vibrant."
"Hush…" he murmured, "someone may hear us," he added covering her own soft, red lips with his own, pushing his tongue into the warm, moist cavern between her teeth where it met in a teasing flickering play with her own.
His lips caressed the long, soft nape of her neck, biting gently as his kisses became more fervent and demanding. She wanted him to make love to her, but she knew that she had to be ready to take on all comers in an hour, so she tried to push him aside.
"We mustn't… not now…" she tried to utter, but when she tried to speak he would cover her lips again with his own mouth. His hands ran softly, quickly over her shoulders and to the firm, young swell of her breasts and he massaged them gently. She could feel a fire building between her thighs and she grabbed his body to hers in urgent desire, all thoughts of saving herself for work, gone.
She could feel the hardness of his penis as it began to swell inside the material of his trousers, and her hands ran down the hardness of his thighs as they strained into her body.
"Oh God, I want you so badly," he moaned. "Tell me you want me too…" and his voice trailed off into silence, waiting for her answer.
"Yyeeesssss…" she murmured. "Oh yesssss, David, I do want you!"
His hands unfastened the buttons of her blouse and his fingers massaged the supple flesh of her breasts, pinching slightly at the erect pink nipples until they stood erect beneath the brassiere.
"Wait," she said, "let me take my clothes off so they won't get wrinkled." And she got off the bed and disrobed quickly while he stood there watching her sensual young body slowly revealing itself, his breath coming fast and the bulge in his slacks becoming more and more evident.
When finally she was clad only in her sheer bikini panties she moved back to the bed and her fingers worked urgently at the zipper of his fly, feeling the urgency and the hardness of his penis as it jerked impatiently inside its tight confines. He lay back, completely content to let her undress him, even though desire was tearing through every inch of his body. She moved quickly and tugged at the cloth until his trousers fell carelessly on the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and he sat up slightly so that she could pull that too from his body. In one swift movement she pulled his tee shirt over his head and lay down beside him, her fingers reaching inside the elastic of his shorts until she could feel his marvelous manhood in her hands. She kneaded the long, thick organ vigorously, bringing it to full erection. At the same time his hands were fondling the warm, soft orbs of her buttocks and as he caressed them he let several fingers slip inside her panties to find the already moist, waiting slit of her vagina.
Gently he eased one finger inside the tight, smooth fleshy channel and wiggled it teasingly as she squirmed lasciviously under his touch.
“Oohhhh;” she moaned. "Oooohhhhh David."
"Am I hurting you," he asked hesitantly, because his own desire was already at a breaking point.
"I'm still a little sore, but I want you so badly, just be careful, please," she answered.
He eased up on his fingering in an effort to let her relax against his hand that was fully implanted down inside her flimsy nylon panties, while she continued stroking up and down on his hardened, cock with her soft, feminine fingers wrapped tightly around it. She could feel it jerk involuntarily in her hand and she wanted to feel the massive organ inside her, moving in her and out of her, -making her cum of her own volition as she hadn't done since the last time with Jim.
She pulled roughly at the cotton of his shorts until he was able to assist her with a foot and kicked them to the floor. His hands pulled desperately at the thin silk covering she wore over her loins and they fell together, flesh against flesh in urgent, burning passion and desire.
He did not wait long before he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his strong, urgent hands and eased his throbbing rod to the palpitating opening of the tiny, vulnerable slit between her legs. She could feel the pressure of the thickened knob as it probed gently at her soft, hair-lined pussy and she raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him a better angle. She wrapped her knees tightly against his ribs and pulled him closer to her with her hands digging harshly into his back.
"Yyesssss… yessss," she moaned. "Give it to me now… I want you to fuck me, darling! I want you to do it to me!" she choked out.
"Oh baby, I love you…" he said and she could hardly believe what she had heard.
"I love you too," she answered, the passion of her body blurring the words, "it's crazy, but I do love you!"
They rocked together as though they were tied by some invisible cord, one body… one desire.
Her vaginal walls were still aching from the night before, but she didn't care, she wanted him, she wanted him to take her completely, recklessly, in every way possible.
But, there was no time.
In the heat of their desire all control was lost and she could feel the walls of her vagina contract around the male hardness of his driving cock and she groaned out her passion, unable to hold back for even a second longer…
"Oh yes, darling… I'm cumming… I'm cumming now… give it to me… juice me… "juice me… aaaagghh!" Her urgent pleas built his own passion to the breaking point and he began to feel his own contractions coming faster and faster as with a final spasmodic thrust of his hips he shot his hot liquid sperm deep into her wildly quivering belly.
They fell alongside each other, panting for breath, completely spent.
"I'm sorry I was so quick," he apologized breathlessly, looking at her tenderly through admiring eyes. "I could have made you cum again, I know it."
"Oh darling," she whispered, "it was wonderful… just perfect. You make me feel so complete, so clean and so much like a woman again."
He held her tenderly in his arms and kissed her cheeks and nibbled softly at her ear, but she started to move away and said, "You had better go before someone catches us; I must go to that meeting in a very short time."
He shook his head as if to clear it and finally said, "I guess you're right, but I hate to leave you… especially now." She didn't want to ask him to go, but if she wanted to ever get out of there she couldn't take any chances and neither could he.
Do I really love him she thought to herself, or was it just an animal need to be loved gently by someone who does care what happens to me? Could I be turning into someone so jaded that I just have convinced myself that I love him when he is only satisfying my bodily needs and my desire to get out? She tried to put these thoughts from her mind as she looked deeply into his limpid, blue eyes, kissed him lightly on the cheek and walked to the bathroom to bathe herself. She had to hurry, there wasn't much time left to make the meeting and she knew there would be trouble if she were late.
The main club was a combination of several large rooms, each plushly decorated in thick, heavy carpet, velveteen drapes, brocade-upholstered furniture in dark rich mahogany, and although the color schemes differed with each room, from deep, full purples to royal reds and greens, the entire layout made you feel as though you were back in the eighteenth century in the drawing rooms of the aristocracy. It had a sobering effect on her and she felt uneasy as she almost tip-toed through the spacious lobby, through the main purple room and down the hall to the club's offices. The main room was filled with roulette tables, card tables and several dice games where already there were several hundred people, mostly men, gambling for extremely high stakes. She paused for a moment at one of the dice tables, fascinated by the enthusiastic shouts of "Yoe eleven" and "Come on baby" and the look of dedicated concern that was written over everyone's face. No one is smiling in here, she mused. If gambling makes everyone so unhappy I wonder how these clubs manage to survive, she thought naively. While she stood there watching one of the men at the table caught her eye.
"Would you like to roll the dice for me, young lady," he asked.
"Oh no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm late for a meeting. I was just so intrigued by the whole thing… Doubt if I'll ever be able to understand it." She started to walk away when the croupier called to her, "Come on back when you're through and we'll see what we can do about explaining it to you!" He smiled warmly at her and she began to feel more relaxed than she had in all the past three weeks. If this was the way this club was run it would certainly be one hundred percent better than the filth and shabbiness of the Kit Kat Klub. The whole atmosphere, although austere, was more friendly and the people seemed to be affluent and well-cultured, so it would not be the back street type of thing even though she knew what would be expected of her in the bedroom.
It's almost funny she thought, I know that I will have to go to bed with whomever they tell me and submit to the same old humiliation, but it doesn't seem so bad under these elegant conditions.
As she walked from the main room, down the long hallway to the office she noticed that there were about a dozen anterooms along the way, but the doors were all closed, however occasionally she heard a laugh or lust-filled phrases coming from behind the barriers. She stood by one of the doors for a moment to listen to what was going on, but the conversation became quiet and she started walking further down the hall when she heard footsteps in back of her. She turned to see who it was and recognized the man who had spoken to her at the crap table.
"Miss," he called, "I'm sorry I don't know your name, but I understand that you are one of the new girls here and I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Robert Manning and I'm almost a fixture around here so you'll be seeing quite a bit of me, that I can guarantee." As he spoke he smiled at her, but it wasn't the same spontaneous, friendly smile that had greeted her at the table. It was a more of a knowing, "I know what you are," kind of grin. She nodded briefly and said that she really would be late and that she would see him later perhaps.
"You can count on it," he answered slightly mockingly. "You can count on it!"
The other girls were already assembled in the room, smoking and talking when she went in. Mr. Carl, her new owner, was about to start the meeting so they were beginning to quiet down and get settled.
"Come in, Candace," he said motioning to a chair nearest his desk. "I see that you have already met one of our prize customers. Mr. Manning is an influential man here, high-roller, and we do everything in our power to keep him happy."
She was astounded that he would know that she had met him and evidently it showed on her face for he continued.
"Yes, I saw you. You see we have one way mirrors all over the club and we can keep an eye, not only on you girls, but also on the dealers and the players."
The girls looked nervously at one another and mumbled about the club being a prison. Mr. Carl could sense their dissatisfaction and went to reassure them that this was also for their protection in case one of their "customers" got out of line or refused to pay them.
Get out of line, Candace thought, with what I've been through, how could anyone possibly get out of line! What a joke!
There really wasn't too much that Mr. Carl had to say other than give the girls the basic layout of the club, explaining that the rooms she had seen were "party rooms" for couples or larger groups if necessary and that was where they were to take their "tricks" if it were to be only for an hour or so. If a man wanted to spend a whole night, or demanded more privacy, they should check in at the office and then take the man to their cabins. She wondered if there were mirrors in the cabins also, and if he had seen her with David. If he did, I'm really in trouble, but he probably would have said something by now and she breathed a half sigh of relief.
The thought had no sooner crossed her mind when he said, "Well, that's all girls, but Candace, will you please remain for just a moment, I'd like to talk with you!" Her heart was in her stomach and she could feel the heat of her nervousness rise to her face and she knew that she was flushed, but hoped that it didn't show. Slowly the girls left the room in twos and threes to go out to the gaming rooms of the club and see what their new home would be like and what they could expect from the gamblers. Some of the girls looked as though they were going to a party and they were really going to enjoy it, but the others looked skeptical and afraid. They all glanced at the ceiling and the walls when they left, looking for the magic mirrors that were spying on them, but they were carefully concealed.
When everyone was safely down the hall, Mr. Carl turned to her and said, "I will make this as brief as possible. You're the least experienced one here and I know that you don't want to be here, but Mr. Manning has expressed a desire for you and I want you to go back out there and make him happy. He is one of our biggest spenders and anything he wants, he gets, including you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-y-ess," she stammered and turned to go.
"One more thing," he added, "sometimes he demands rather strange things, but he pays well for his idiosyncrasies, so you do exactly what he says!" He grinned lasciviously at her and told her that she could leave.
She still didn't know if he had seen her and David together, but it appeared that he hadn't, after all he couldn't be watching her all the time.
As she passed along the row of closed doors again she could see Mr. Manning coming toward her, so she steeled herself and tried to put a carefree smile on her face. She didn't want this strange man touching her, mauling her, especially after she had just been with David. He had satisfied her, she felt that she loved him and she didn't want anyone else.
"Well, here goes nothing. I hope I can fake it, because I'm sure the great god Ward is watching me right now," she whispered to herself and she had to suppress the desire to look up toward the ceiling, stick out her tongue and run out of the club, but thought better of it.
"Well, well," Manning said, coming towards her, "did you have your little orientation taken care of?"
"Yes, yes I did," she said, "and I understand that you are a pretty important man around here. I wasn't sure whether or not I should believe you."
"I manage," he said, looking up and down her body as though she were completely naked, and took her by the arm. "Let's go to the bar and have a few drinks, it will relax you and then we can get better acquainted."
She didn't resist, but followed him into the dimly lit bar and sat down in a corner booth, which was hidden from the main part of the room.
"Well, now," he said, putting his hand firmly on her knee and lower thigh, "what will you have? Martini?"
"Make it a double vodka," she answered, hoping that the drink would dull her senses and take her mind off of David if only for a short time.
"Waiter," he called, "two double martinis – vodka."
She could feel the bite of the chilled liquor as she swallowed and it burned her throat and caused a warm flush to settle in her stomach. She tried to sit back in the booth and stretch out her legs in a feigned yawn in order to release the tension that was building up in her, but as she did, his hand slid further up her leg until she could feel his thick, strong fingers firmly grasping the soft flesh of her inner thigh and begin to knead it.
"You have the softest skin of any girl I've felt in a long time," he whispered in her ear, his voice thickening with desire for the new girl sitting beside him.
His touch was making her skin crawl, but she knew that she had to do as Mr. Ward had said or suffer the consequences.
"Thank you," she managed, to answer, taking another long gulp of her martini and praying that the liquor would soon take effect and make her not care that this strange greasy man was handling her.
His eyes devoured every inch of her body, settling on the high curve of her breasts and his other hand reached out and gently massaged one of the full, rounded orbs while she just sat there. She couldn't pull away from his caress because she was in the corner of the booth and backed up against the wall.
She tried to smile suggestively at him, but she knew that it was more of a hopeless, wan effort, because she could feel her own body trembling as he persisted in his caress of her bosom and the firm kneading of her thigh.
"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to bite you… not yet anyway," he said, leering at her and enjoying the fact that she was uncomfortable and obviously doing this against her will.
She quickly downed the rest of the drink and he ordered two more, finally releasing his grip on her breast.
"You've got a lot to offer a man," he murmured. "Do you use what you've got or shall I teach you?"
"Oh, I do all right," she answered, trying to sound nonchalant, but knowing that she had failed and just sounded frightened.
"Well, let's finish the drinks and then I'll see just what you can do. You know that I'll make it well worth your while."
His hand had slipped fully underneath her cotton skirt and she had risen even higher up on her thigh until she could feel his fingers searching for the elastic leg band of the white, nylon panties she was wearing. His hand pressed eagerly into the slight bulge of her pubic mound and rubbed persistently while his fingers forced their way inside the taut elastic and he could feel out the tender lips of her vagina and small bud of her smooth, pink clitoris.
His breath was coming in long, raking gasps and she was afraid that the other people in the bar would hear him and know what was going on.
"Don't you think we'd better wait a little bit," she asked hesitantly.
"Doesn't matter, my dear," he answered through his thick breath, "no one cares what goes on in here anyway, and I can't wait to get my hands on you!" He was grinning sadistically at her and pulled teasingly at the soft, coral pubic hair nestled between her legs. She winced helplessly and thought that she would cry out in pain. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was uncomfortable knowing that there were other people present and that if they were going to have to make love she would prefer to do it in private.
She downed her second double vodka martini and her head was beginning to feel a bit light and she slid further down in her seat in an effort to hide the fact that his hand was buried in between her loins, but this only facilitated his grasp on her and she felt one chubby finger push firmly into the tight, tiny slit of her vagina.
He was breathing hard and she could feel the involuntary clinging of her vaginal walls around the thickness of his finger as he wiggled it teasingly inside her. She could feel the tightness building in her loins and the liquor was letting her body react to this natural, but lustful impulse.
God, what's happening to me, she moaned to herself. I'm turning into a nympho! A man… any man just touches me and… Oooooh…
"I'd like to rip your clothes off right here and take you here and now, in this booth," he whispered huskily.
"No… wait… let's go to a room," she managed to choke out.
She wasn't sure whether it was the liquor or not, but somehow she didn't seem to mind his touch so much as her own body began to desire… demand… attention!
He signaled the waiter to put the drinks on his bar tab and reluctantly withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt and led her out of the bar.
"Let's go to your cabin, I want to be completely alone with you," he demanded.
"I have to check with the office," she said, remembering what she had been told.
"Never mind with that, I want you now… we can do that later, I'll take care of it!" And he almost pushed her roughly towards the front door of the club.
They walked quickly down the path to the cabins and were about to turn to go to her cabin when she saw David walking towards her. She wanted to run and hide but it was too late. She didn't know what to say or what he would say, but he walked right on by as though he didn't even see them.
How could he be so cold, she thought, then rationalized that he, too, was working for the corporation and regardless of what he wanted to do, his hands were tied just the same as hers. Suddenly she felt sick and she was no longer stimulated by the lustful, degrading pawing of the man she was about to take into her bed, but she knew that it was too late to turn back now. She would have to see David later and explain it to him, but she knew that he was already aware of what was going on.
Once inside the cabin, Mr. Manning locked the door and wasted no time in stripping until he stood in front of her, naked and fully erect, ready to take her in any fashion he demanded. He walked towards her, his rigid penis bobbing up against his hairy stomach like a hardened stump. His hands reached out and ripped her blouse from her body without bothering to unbutton it, and the buttons went scattering over the floor. She tried to draw back, but his hands were gripping her shoulders and held her fast. He seemed to delight in ripping her clothes off rather than a more conventional way or letting her undress herself. It took him only a few minutes of clawing and tearing to have her completely naked and vulnerable and angry red welts showed on her soft, white breasts where he had savagely torn her brassiere from her body and trailed down to the roundness of her stomach and down to the bulge of her pubis and thighs.
She wanted to scream in fear because he seemed to be like a madman, clawing and scraping her body, panting and gasping while he enjoyed the torture he was putting her through.
Roughly he threw her to the bed and continued his lustful pawing, dipping two fingers coarsely and deeply into her dry, tight vagina and wiggling them harshly. She started to moan in pain and humiliation as he whispered obscenities in her ear and delighted at her frightened reaction.
"Please… stop… you're hurting me," she pleaded, but her cries went unheeded.
"You're a big girl," he grunted, "you can take all I have to give you and more!"
She struggled under the weight of his body, but she was held firmly, pushed into the thin mattress of the bed.
She could feel the hardness of his penis as it throbbed into the softness of her thighs and searched for the tiny opening of her vaginal slit.
"Aaaagggghhhhhh," she gasped, as she felt the first plunge of his great weapon into her still tight, moist passage. "Oooooohhh, not so fast, please… PLEASE!"
But, he was in no mood for gentility and he pounded his hips deep into her until she thought that his mammoth, thick cock would curl up out of her throat and strangle her. His hands were roughly kneading the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts and she could feel.her skin begin to bruise on top of the painful welts that were already there.
He thrust in and out of her unmercifully and she wanted to die from the pain of his size and the thought of David standing outside while this horrible man fucked her half to death.
"I'm going to flood you in a minute," he choked out. "I'm going to fill that cunt of yours so full, you'll be flooded."
His own words and her pleas excited him to the breaking point and with each new knife-like stab he could feel his semen begin to boil in his testicles until he burst forth deep into her belly.
"Uuuugggggghhhhh," he gasped, "I'm cumming… cumming… now… here it is!"
She could feel the walls of her vagina grasp his cruel pulsing cudgel in an automatic reaction and she breathed a sigh or relief as she felt him withdraw his limp, flaccid rod from between her legs. She could feel the small, sticky trail of sperm he left across her thigh as he moved away from her.
He grunted as he rolled off of her and lay back in a sated stupor and she turned her head to the pillow and cried until she fell asleep. She thought all emotion had been drained from her with the events of the last few weeks… but no… no they hadn't…
Later she was awakened by a knock on the door and when she opened her eyes, she realized that her previous lover had left and she was there alone and aching.
"Who is it," she- called out.
"Mr. Carl," was the answer, "Open up, I want to talk to you."
Reluctantly she went to the door, grasping a thin robe around her body, hoping that he wouldn't see the welts, but his eyes scoured her thoroughly and he led her gently back to the bed, motioning for her to sit down.
"God," she thought to herself, "he isn't going to take me too; I can't take any more of this today."