Linda was having a hard time deciding what to do. She wanted to believe that this woman could somehow straighten out the mess with Jack O'Neill. And before driving the two miles to the house, she had sneaked a look at the phone book and found that Rosemary O'Neill was indeed a licensed clinical psychologist.
There wasn't much else she could do, she decided. Besides, Rosemary O'Neill seemed much easier to talk to in person than she had over the telephone. She was very tastefully dressed in a jumpsuit that showed off an athletic body and accented her long blonde hair.
"Well," she finally said. "I might as well tell you. I don't want to lose my job or for my husband to lose his job, either. I'm uh… I'm just not quite sure where I should start on this."
"I have all the time in the world, my dear. And let me compliment you on that lovely dress you're wearing. It is divine."
"Oh, thank you," said Linda, feeling a more relaxed now. "But, uh, tell me, uh, isn't your husband going to be home soon?"
"No. I know for a fact he won't be home for several hours at least."
"Really?"
"Yes. Now tell me. You'll feel much better if you do. Tell me," she said softly, almost pleadingly. It was a request Linda could not refuse, but no longer because she was worried about losing her job it was just a question of wanting to please this strange woman who could command her attention with merely the flick of an eyelash or the slightest turn of the mouth.
Now the story came pouring out. "It was awful. He called me into his office for second period and we chit-chatted for a minute or two. Then he wanted to know if I wore a bikini or went to a nude beach," she said, the words tumbling out in a great rush.
Rosemary nodded gravely, but approvingly. She did not seem shocked, but still generated a tiny fish line of sympathy to Linda, who kept on talking. "I acted as if I weren't too offended, but I wasn't exactly pleased about getting asked that sort of question. My husband and I love each other very much, but how we express that love is our own business and no one else's I think."
Linda could feel the tears once again well up in her eyes, but she kept talking. "And then he said I could go and came over to show me the door, which was fine with me. And then, just like that he'd handcuffed my wrist to his wrist. Can you believe that?"
Rosemary nodded. Linda wiped away a tear and continued. "Next thing I know, he's pushing me to the ground and getting me tied up to these little hooks in the wall, that is, from my wrists and he's sitting on my upper legs so I can't move. Oh, he's also gagged me and then slugged me in the face. Will you please say something?" she asked now.
"It's best that you just keep on talking and that I don't do anything to interrupt you at all," said Rosemary in an almost inaudible voice.
"OK," said Linda, pausing for a deep breath. "Then he took off all my clothes from the waist down and tied my ankles with the same sort of cord to some more hooks in the walls. Now I'm spread-eagled."
Rosemary seemed to be in a trance, with her head tilted back. "What next?" she asked in a whispery voice.
"Then he, uh, he got out a peacock feather and began stroking me… all over with it, including in my crotch. And I have to admit that I really liked the feeling of it. Oh, Rosemary, I'm so ashamed," sobbed Linda, bursting into tears. "I love my husband and this is just so awful that I can hardly stand it!"
"What was it like when he touched you with that feather?" Rosemary asked quietly. "I agree that my husband's a monster who should be put away, but I think I can work something out to fix his wagon, but good. You've just got to help me and trust me. OK?"
"OK. Well, the feeling was like… I don't know exactly… but like waiting for a big wave out at the beach to hit you. Yeah. That was it."
"You said it felt good."
"It did. I felt like some kind of wild animal inside me had been let loose."
"All right. I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on what you felt. Remember how you wanted it to go on and on. You can feel it. Breathe deeply. Relax. Just enjoy the moment now."
And Linda tried to reach back to that strange moment and for an instant she thought she was there. She even heard a "click" that was somehow familiar, somehow something she recognized deep in the pit of her stomach.
She opened her eyes and realized with a sickened feeling what had happened. She'd been handcuffed once more, this time by Rosemary O'Neill.
At first she thought it was a joke, but the sadistic gleam in Rosemary's eyes told her there was no reason to believe that Rosemary was any less of a pervert than her husband. Rosemary was now dragging her up the stairs by tugging at the handcuffs, which she'd managed to snap onto both of Linda's wrists. "You're going to be my little sex slave," were the first words out of Rosemary's mouth.
It was no joke. Linda screamed, "Let me go, you pervert!" and Rosemary slapped her hard across the face and kept dragging her, with a hammerlock across Linda's readily accessible breasts. The fullness of her creamy orbs popped free from the dress, her nipples at attention from being excited by the clingy silk fabric.
In just an instant, Rosemary had thrown her onto a huge four-poster bed and immediately sat on top of her waist. Rosemary's hands, itchily, grasping the pliant softness of the alabaster melons – for Linda did not have the daring to sunbathe topless – and kneaded their satiny warmth as if they were the greatest treasure on the planet. It was a startling contrast: Rosemary's gentleness against the pitiful struggling of Linda's compact frame under her. Rosemary had the smooth, but solid muscles of an Olympic swimmer and the soft, seductive manner of a big cat.
"Come on, baby," she purred. "I'll make you feel so good that you'll scream. Oh, ooo, I love your tits. And you're tan is so beautiful, baby. Jack said you were great and he was right."
Linda had been sort of drifting off, resigning herself to being abused by this creature with superhuman strength – at least compared to hers – but the mention of Jack O'Neill slapped her back into reality.
"Get your scummy hands off me, you slut!" she yelled. "I hate your guts."
Whap! Rosemary slapped her even harder this time, and Linda saw stars. "Listen, my little slave," she muttered, drawing out the word "slave" lasciviously. "You'll do exactly as I say or I'll beat you silly."
Linda said nothing. Whap! Rosemary slapped her even harder and growled, "Do you understand, slave? You are all mine and that's that."
Linda was seeing double. She meekly nodded her head and Rosemary tore off the blue silk dress Linda was wearing in a few easy motions. Sweat glistened from every inch of Linda's tanned and taut frame and she offered no resistance. She closed her eyes tightly.
Rosemary now began running her hands all over the firm yet baby soft flesh, hardly able to control herself at the delicious prospect of another trophy for her and her husband. This girl would learn to give her and Jack such unbelievable pleasure, she thought, her mind racing like a Grand Prix racer at 200 miles per hour.
But she noticed immediately that Linda remained motionless, dead almost. She must be thinking about that pretty-boy husband of hers, Rosemary thought. All right, we'll make it easy for her to forget. And with that, she got out her velvet cords, much like the ones Jack had used in his office earlier that day, from the night stand table drawer. In a few more seconds, she had Linda's ankles and wrists bound to the four posts of the bed, much like her husband had earlier in the day. Linda seemed in a trance.
Bursting with sexual heat, Rosemary could hardly contain herself at the sight of Linda's perfectly tanned body, stretched taut. She'd make this prissy bitch beg for it before she was through, she told herself. God, what a body! She started in by lightly licking Linda's puckered nipples, then blowing air over them.
Linda couldn't believe what was happening. Almost involuntarily, her hips began writhing in wanton arousal, despite the hatred she felt toward Rosemary. "Ohhh! God, help me… you bitch… please stop," she moaned. "Good Lord, that's, this is awful, please stop… ooo… oh, not my legs please, please stop."
Rosemary wasn't going to stop now as she began tonguing Linda's thighs. Her own loins began throbbing with the sheer thrill of the depravity she was forcing Linda to undergo. The wickedness of taking this gorgeous hunk of woman and making her submit to her wild whims made her own pussy cry out for release.
Very much against her will, Linda could begin to feel the heat radiating from her now damp cuntal walls, begging for more of the same throbbing tingle. Her mind was a quagmire of do's and don'ts, since this madwoman was obviously using her to satisfy a set of animal cravings that were not unlike those of that horrid Jack O'Neill. But again, she could feel herself wanting to get as much as possible of that warm, wet tongue alongside and into her now burning cuntal slit, which throbbed with an unceasing drum beat far beyond her own control now.
It was madness she wanted to imagine Steve doing this to her, just as she had this morning in the principal's office, but that was impossible. Her body broke out into a canvas of goosebumps and she literally trembled with passion. She had started breathing in short gasps and now began to arch her back and hips up so Rosemary would have no choice but to touch her where she had to be touched, along her now sizzling cleft. The excitement of being forced to do something absolutely forbidden made her smile slightly.
Rosemary noticed all this and felt her own desires well up like a Saturn V rocket about to lift off. This is one horny little cunt, she thought, even if she doesn't realize it. By now, Linda's inflamed pussy was literally sopping wet with love juice.
And Rosemary could resist no longer. Like a maniac who hasn't had a meal for days, she slid her tongue into Linda's steaming slit as if her very soul depended on doing so. Linda felt an electric shock course through her lissome body as Rosemary's magical hot tongue snaked its way along her burning clitoris. "Oh, God!" she screamed.
Now she began crying, for the shame over what she had allowed herself to enjoy overtook her. "Please, Rosemary, don't do that," she began sobbing. "I'll do anything if you'll stop. Please."
Rosemary stopped only for long enough to say, "You are so good, honey, that I'm not going to stop even if they declare nuclear war right now." And she went back to lashing away at Linda's enlarged fleshy lips, knowing full well that she was moving Linda toward a firecracker of an orgasm despite her protests.
And she was right. Linda now flexed and squirmed, writhed and twisted, her vagina frothing with lust. And she stopped asking for Rosemary to stop: "Oh yes, I… I'm cumming… ohhh baby… don't tease, now… more, more… yeah, here it comes… I… feel it… now, right there… ooo yes!!!"
Linda had clenched her eyes shut and was whipping her head back and forth, almost like one might imagine a mechanical doll with no resistance holding the neck back from twisting.
Yet immediately remorse washed over her. What was wrong with her? She had been tied up, all right, but she was acting like it was the finest thing in the world. And as Rosemary began inserting her index finger into her still white-hot pussy, Linda thought she would die from the pleasure of it. "Lord! That feels so wonderful! Oh, God, forgive me, I just can't help it! I never knew I could feel like this, oh my God, what is she doing to me now… it feels so hot down in my cunt and I'm so ashamed," she thought to herself, her mind now a total blank.
Rosemary was now taking off the super tight jumpsuit, which had featured her ice cream scoop breasts jutting into the material as if they were going to explode. Now they stood up proudly on their own with no outside support. The cherry-like nipples were on fire, as Rosemary found herself unbelievably excited over the idea of making this little prom queen become aroused against her will. She tossed the jumpsuit aside impatiently and crawled on top of Linda, who had just about stopped breathing, not believing what Rosemary was about to do.
Rosemary had never seen someone more turned on against their will, either and the very idea drove her wild now as she began rubbing her breasts and nipples all over Linda's tight, taut form. And now Rosemary could not calm her body down at all.
Every inch of her alabaster-smooth flesh was ablaze with need and screaming for release as soon as possible. Her love juices flowed so fast that she scarcely had time to think about Linda's fear and reticence. Rosemary's self control was about gone, for she and Jack had occasionally gone to bed with another woman, but Rosemary was now getting to explore another woman completely – even if she was tied up – and loving the sense of abandoned depravity that dominated her mind.
Linda's soaking pubic vee was now tender from the frantic ministrations Rosemary had poured onto it with the full force of her well developed muscles and as Rosemary began clawing at her downy curls and per nipples, Linda moaned, but not with pleasure but pain.
Rosemary hardly noticed as she slid her sizzling cleft all over Linda's thighs and quickly manipulated the soft flesh of her victim's cunt and breasts. Glorious sensation, much like pin pricks, danced under Rosemary's skin and she felt the welcome of searing hot flames licking at her cuntal walls. "God, I'm coming!" she exulted, and it felt heavenly as she played with Linda's body as if it were a musical instrument. Jack had never made her feel quite like this, as if she were totally in control. Now she knew why he liked being a high school principal so much. All these lovely young bodies at his beck and call and now, I too will have the same power.
Now she exploded into a series of volcanic eruptions, as her body felt electrified with the prospect of doing this again and again to Linda and maybe some other sweet virginal high school teacher. From her curled under toes to her throbbing nipples, she was one mass of taut shimmering flesh, finally receiving the satisfaction of having her all powerful lust sated at long last.
She let out a deep sigh of contentment. It had been so fine, almost like a dream. But now she noticed the tears running silently down Linda's cheeks and felt a slight pang of guilt. Linda had not enjoyed the final assault by a pleasure starved vixen, even if the first part had been, in a crazy way, somehow tolerable. Yes, Linda had found a spark of joyful eroticism in the animal hunger and heat that Rosemary oozed, but it had not lasted.
"Um… I, I'm sorry, Linda," said Rosemary softly. "I guess… I guess I kind of got a little carried away with you."
Linda closed her eyes.
Rosemary shrugged. Damn it, she thought. No one ever seems to like sex as much as I do. "Well, I guess I'd better untie you, OK?" she asked.
Linda still said nothing.
Now Rosemary felt annoyed, though she tried not to show it as she stepped back into her jumpsuit. "Linda," she said finally, "I am truly sorry. But I don't want you to think that I won't destroy you if you do anything against me. Do you understand that perfectly?"
Linda sighed.
"Goddamn it, talk to me, you little bitch!" yelled Rosemary. "I swear that I'll destroy you and your reputation so fast you won't-won't know what hit you. Now, answer me, bitch. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
"Yes. Now would you please untie me. My husband will be wondering where I am," said Linda in a resigned tone. "I should have been home already."
Rosemary untied the cords quickly and Linda got up off the bed and slipped into her clothes. Now neither said anything until Linda began walking out of the bedroom and toward the front door of the house.
"I hope you understand," Rosemary called to her from the bedroom, where she had remained.
"Understand what?" Linda asked, picking up her purse by the front door.
"Understand why I did what I did, Linda. It wasn't just for me, you know."
"Yes, I know," said Linda impatiently. "I'm sure your husband will get a big kick out of all this when you tell him about it. I'm sure he will. Positive, as a matter of fact. OK? Now, will you please unlock the door so I can get out of here? I'm getting a little tired of waiting."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, bitch. You're still under my thumb. Got that?"
"Got it," said Linda tiredly, "Look, I realize that you can destroy me, but that doesn't mean that I have to like you if I don't feel like it. Because I don't like you at all. I think you're quite evil."
"Oh, come on, Linda," said Rosemary, walking up to her slowly.
"Please don't touch me," said Linda between clenched teeth. "If I don't ever see you again I won't cry. I'd just like for you to leave me alone."
"All right, be like that," said Rosemary, stopping a few feet in front of Linda. "It's just that I want you to know one thing."
"What's that?" asked Linda with a mocking interest. "I'm dying to know."
"I just want you to know that I did what I did not just for me and certainly not for Jack. I also did it for you. Yes, you."
"That's garbage."
"No it's not."
"Yes, it is. You have no regard for my feelings what so ever. Goddam you. You really hurt me."
"I didn't mean to. Listen to me, Linda. You may feel badly now, but when you think back on what's happened, you're going to thank me."
"I'm sure."
"I'm sure too. You're going to be lying there in bed with that husband and wish that you could have something more than what you've got. You'll see."
"Please let me out now," came her reply.
"Sure thing," said Rosemary, quickly unlocking the deadbolt. In a flash, as soon as the door opened, Linda ran out, then turned around and said, "I hate your guts." Then she ran to her car and drove away.