Rita Wallford was dressing to go out for the afternoon when a messenger delivered a small slim box to the door of her spacious hilltop home. It contained a beautiful diamond necklace.
She stood before a mirror in the hall to try it on. The clasp seemed strange to her, larger than it needed to be. It snapped shut with a loud click like handcuffs.
Tall and titian-haired, the voluptuous forty- two-year old widow was a regal beauty, resplendent in a black mink coat with a wide raised collar to frame her finely sculptured face.
She smiled approvingly and thought the necklace must be from the handsome and wealthy man she was engaged to marry. The card was unsigned but it said, "You'll soon be mine forever.”
The phone rang and Rita rushed to answer, thinking it must be her adoring fiancй. But instead of his cultured tones she heard the gravelly voice of a stranger ask, "Is this Rita Wallford?” "Yes," she answered curiously. "Who's this?” "I sent you the necklace," his scratchy voice said. "Have you tried it on?” "Yes, I'm wearing it now.” "Good! Now your gorgeous ripe body belongs to me!" The words came hard and cold, with a cutting edge. Rita strained to swallow a dry lump of fear. It made the glittering strand of jewels seem tighter around her neck.
"Who is this?" she demanded.
Then Rita shrilled a cry of startled terror. The necklace was getting tighter and choking off her breath. She clawed at the large clasp but could not get it open. Sharp-edged stones began to cut her tender flesh.
"The clasp works like a winch by radio control," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter. "I could strangle you just by pressing a button. But first I want you to suffer in hideous torment as I have all these years.” "Why me?" Rita croaked. She dug frantically in the drawer of the telephone table to find scissors that would cut the throttling band.
He had anticipated that. "If you cut the wire that runs through the necklace, needles hidden in the clasp will inject deadly poison into your pretty neck," he warned with sadistic delight.
The strangling band then slackened just enough to let her grab a quick gulp of desperately needed breath. Rita used it to snarl, "You bastard!”
Now she knew who her tormentor must be. Only one man in the world was capable of such ingenious cruelty-John "Doc" Watson, the eccentric inventor and electronics expert who'd once been her dead husband's business partner.
"Speak with humble respect if you want to breathe," he warned.
"Why do this to me?" she moaned. "It was my husband who framed you for embezzling company funds.” "Yes, but you knew the truth and kept silent, letting me go to prison twenty long years ago.” "He wouldn't let me tell anyone. I was terrified! You know what a cruel man he was.” "But he died five years ago, and you still did nothing to set the record straight.”
“I’ll make all of that up to you now," she promised desperately. "I have money. Lots of money.” "Money from the business you helped him steal from me," Watson sneered. "That isn't enough after all I've been through.” "Then what do you want?” "I want to see you suffer!" his voice rasped. "Under the lining of the gift box you'll find a plastic ear piece like part of a hearing aid. Put it on and walk out your front door.” "All right, but please let me breathe!”
With the earpiece in place, Rita could hear Doc Watson's voice just as though he was standing beside her. And something in it allowed him to hear her.
Rita walked out onto her front porch like a zombie, dreading Doc Watson's awful rage. She hated to think what a man falsely imprisoned for so many years might do.
"Take off your clothes," he said in her ear. "It's been twenty years since I’ve seen a naked woman. I'm watching you now with binoculars and I want to see a strip tease that will excite me.” "Not out here," she pleaded softly. "The gardener is working in my front yard and neighbors are just getting out of their car across the street.” "I told you to strip!" He tightened the necklace.
Rita grudgingly took off her elegant mink coat and laid it over the porch rail.
"Do it with style!" he demanded. "You were a sexy young stripper when Wallford first met you.” "I was an exotic dancer," she said meekly. "I never performed completely nude.” "And I never thought I'd have to take a shower locked in a room with a hundred other horny men! Prance your pretty ass and peel off your blouse.” "No, I won't!" Rita had worked hard to bury her past, a poor upbringing in the worst part of town, then a job dancing and serving drinks in a seedy waterfront bar. "Aaaggghhh!" she cried. The necklace tightened relentlessly.
Her neighbors turned and stared when they heard her gagging cry. The gardener looked up with a leering grin.
"Smile and wave to them," Doc said. "Then take off your blouse and throw it to the old man trimming your hedge.” "I'd rather die!” "Then I'll have my revenge with your lovely daughters. I know where to find them, Rita. What a pleasure it will be to have two teenaged girls after twenty years in prison!” "Not my daughters!” "Then dance for me, Rita. Show your luscious curves stark naked!” "All right, let me breathe and leave my girls alone." Rita began one of her exotic dance routines. She slipped off her silk blouse and threw it to the old man who'd tended her garden for many years. He grinned even more lewdly. Rita seethed with shame but had no choice. Her lacy black bra went next. The old man caught it and beamed with delight, hardly able to remember the last time his prick had swelled hard.
Her neighbors, a distinguished bank president and his prissy wife both stared in shock. Rita dropped her skirt and danced across the porch wearing only sleek black panties and high-heeled shoes.
His wife cried, "George, don't you dare look at that brazen hussy for another second!”
He said, "Shut up, Agnes," unable to tear his eyes away. His wife fainted and fell facedown on their front lawn. The banker whipped out his hot prick and began to hand-jack the long cockshaft in time with Rita's high-stepping routine.
She stripped off her black panties and threw them to the gardener with a forced smile curving her soft lips. He caught the slinky black cloth and raised it to cover his big nose that hooked like an eagle's beak. He took a deep breath and savored the musky scent of cunt.
"Now cup those big lush tits in your hands and twirl the nipples hard," Doc said in her ear. His voice was strained with excitement. Twenty years without a woman had been sheer hell for him. He opened his fly and freed a thick foot-long cock that was quaking with vindictive desire.
Watson sighed and stroked his prick fully hard while holding the binoculars in his other hand. He sat unseen, beating his meat in a camouflaged blind built on a knoll fifty yards away. Doc wore what looked like a telephone operator's headset with a small microphone poised before his taut lips.
"Now wiggle a finger deep in your tawny-haired cunt. Get it good and wet with fuck honey, then walk out on the lawn and tell the gardener you've been dying all these years to suck his cock.” "I can't do that! He's the ugliest, dirtiest old man I've ever seen.” "You're going to swallow your pride along with his cum-” "No, I've never done that. Not for any man." Tears of fear and loathing welled up in her blue-green eyes.
"I could cut off your air.” "N-n-no, I'll do it!" Rita cringed, walking down the steps to stand before the sweaty old man.
"Down on your knees!” said the voice only Rita could hear. "Worship his withered prick like the humble slave you are now.”
Rita knelt with a sigh of sick disgust and seething frustration, despising the vindictive inventor for all he was making her do.
She raised her trembling hands, opened his fly and lifted out his cock. Gnarled and twisted with age, his prick was eight inches long and incredibly thin. His cock quaked and throbbed in her anguished grasp, anxious to spit a load of stale cum stored too many years.
"Make him think you adore his prick," Doc demanded. "Swallow it all! Nibble your lips down to his wispy white cock-hair.”
Rita squirmed, but circled her lips and did as she was told. She almost gagged when his twisted cock entered and deformed her sleek throat.
"Suck like the greedy bitch you've always been," Doc's voice hissed in her ear.
The old man's sweaty cock smelled and tasted like something just dragged out of the sewer. Rita's guts wrenched and she expected to puke. The frenzied writhing of her tight throat felt like wild passion to him.
He snarled his rough hands in her tawny hair and yanked her to meet a twisting cock thrust.
His bony groin battered her puffed lips. Her shimmering hair flew into tangled waves, jounced by his jarring cock thrusts.
"I love fucking your pretty face," he said with a wicked cackle of laughter much like the one rattled out of the speaker implanted in her ear.
Rita swayed unsteadily, sick with disgust and dizzied by the old man's hammering cock thrusts. Her clinging throat wrenched when he fucked his cock in.
"Haaagggh!" the old man roared, delighted by her agony.
His cock pulsed and heaved a sticky charge of stale jism, thick as glue. The spunk stuck deep in her throat, slick and putrid like snot. Then he yanked her head back and fired another rank blast into her mouth.
She wanted to wretch out the awful taste, but he whipped her swaying head back and forth and kept pumping in more. Though an old man, he'd worked hard all his life and had more stamina than most.
"Suck my cum, you bitch! Swill it down! Taste the bitter heat of an old man's liquid fire!”
Rita's fluttering eyes flooded with tears as the rank taste of slick cum rose to fill her throat and slather her tongue. Her cheeks puffed and the silvery slime slipped from the corners of her mouth.
Pearlescent drops fell on her lush tits. Spunk ran down to wet her nipples with sticky heat. The old man gave a grunt and dropped his rough hands to fondle her tits. He twirled and pinched her cum-glazed nipple tips, not letting her pull away from his gushing cock.
The stimulation of his whirling thumbs gorged her nipples. Her pussy squirmed into wringing spasms of unwanted desire. His obscene caresses and the thudding beat of his hard-driving cock were bringing her toward a climax, like it or not.
Her tortured voice rasped wetly every time he yanked her head back, then he pulled her forward and made her swallow his twisted cock again.
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" He dove and twisted and twirled her nipples until she sucked him dry. "Now tell Doc how delighted I am that he let me have you first.” "You-you know him?" Rita was still dizzy and weak.
"Know him? I raised him. The man you robbed and sent to prison on trumped-up charges is my son!”
Doc heard Rita moan. He laughed and said, "Dad has been keeping track of you for me all these years, tending your garden and gathering information for my revenge. The first day on the job, he bugged every room in your fine big house with miniature transmitters. I had a very small, specially tuned receiver hidden in my cell. I listened to you gloat and live the good life, pampering your two pretty daughters with money from a business that was stolen from me!” "Oooh, God!" she cried. "The girls are innocent. Leave them out of this. Please, I beg you!”
Doc laughed in cruel contempt. "They aren't entirely innocent. The things I've heard will amaze you.” "What?" she demanded. Rita's beautiful young daughters were the light of her life.
"We'll get to them later. Right now, my father is anxious to fuck the proud bitch whose merciless greed shattered the lives of his grandchildren.”
White-haired old Dad Watson flashed a twisted grin down at the strickened beauty who swayed on her knees before him.
"On your back, bitch," he said sharply. "Spread those long and shapely legs. My whole family has been fucked… now we're fucking back!”
Rita slumped with a sick moan. She vaguely remembered that Doc Watson had had two small children at the time he had went to prison protesting his innocence. She knew they must be in their twenties by now.
Sprawled on her back with legs spread, she clamped her eyes shut and still saw a lingering image of a little blonde boy and girl, both sobbing as their father was led away.
Their grandfather's hot breath rasped in one ear. Doc's spiteful electronic laughter crackled in the other-a distorted stereo effect that made Rita think her skull might explode.
Dad Watson bowed his head to suck, gum and tongue-lash her cum-glazed nipples. The ruby tips of her lush tits still tingled with quivering shocks.
Her whole lithe body trembled, knowing the necklace might tighten at any moment and choke her breath away. The old man nibbled one bulging nipple and then the other, swaying his head back and forth. Then he dragged his wagging tongue down her sleek and softly curved belly. He tongued Rita's navel and nipped its slightly protruding button of flesh.
She writhed, horrified and humiliated, being forced to submit herself to this ugly old man.
He nibbled into the rich spread of tawny pubic hair fanned wide on her bounding pussy mound. Rita grunted and ground her ass into the lawn. He twirled her wet nipples and licked at her bushy cunt slit.
Shrill gasps of pleasure and deep grunts of disgust came alternately from her gaping mouth. Dad Watson snaked his tongue deep into her simmering pussy. Rita arched her back and wailed in despair.
His dripping tongue hooked back to circle around her clit. He flicked her tender clit bud with his tongue and tongued its indented head. She screamed and sobbed, forced to a climax by the lecherous old man again.
While the long, slithering wet tube of her cunt was still writhing with contractions, he reared up and worked the head of his skimpy prick between her pink pussy lips.
He gave her just a moment to blink and gape wide-eyed at him. Then he slammed down, fucking his cock in. She groaned. His hammering thrusts pounded her breath away.
Rita felt worse than when the necklace had almost strangled her. The old man was drooling over her agonized face, driving the fucking his warped prick in to the hilt. Supple flesh surrounded his gnarled cock, seething and squirming with waves.
"Your torment is more pleasing than real passion," he said. "Hatred has always been the strongest human emotion. I love the way it makes your cunt writhe. I love the way it keeps my dick hard.”
Rita could only sob, overcome by the heat of her humiliation and overwhelmed with frenzied desire for something she didn't want. His skinny prick thrilled and deformed her sleek cunt in ways no normal man ever could.
Her pussy rippled and squeezed almost hard enough to straighten his kinky long prick. Dad Watson gave joyous grunts and groans. He drilled and reamed her pussy slit, hating the woman but loving her tight cunt.
She climaxed once before he was anywhere near ready. Then again. It would take his aged balls awhile to work up another load. He tortured her into rapture with his hideous prick.
Rapt with wringing delight, she stared at a leathery old face split by a leering grin. Dark, sunken eyes watched her hotly. The nostrils of his beak nose flared. He fucked harder and longer than men half his age.
He twisted her sleek tunnel of fuck flesh in strange and delightful ways. Her hips began to bound, rising off the grass to meet his cruel cock thrusts. She was tantalized by the eerie delight of his crooked prick.
His cock wrenched her cunt walls left, right, up and down. Convulsive tremors spread out to her fingers and toes. She gurgled and moaned, cumming again. That time, his cock spat its fury. Slick hot jism greased his gnarled cock.
From his hiding place, Doc Watson watched their sweaty bodies writhe in climax while he sat alone and hand-whipped his cock. That was the only sexual pleasure he'd known in twenty long years. He leered at them through binoculars fogged by his hot breaths as their climax soared to its shivering peak.
Jetting cum splattered the ceiling of his blind. Like a swaying cobra spitting deadly venom to blind its prey, his foot long cock sprayed jism skyward that was tainted with rage.
Doc grinned lewdly, knowing that beautiful Rita would not be the only one to feel the heat of his rage. Before it was over he vowed to have her daughters at his mercy. And someone else who was even more deserving. More deserving indeed!