Madeleine doubted that she would ever get over her timorousness at a first appointment with a new patron. Perhaps in time, when, and if, one became seasoned, a certain callousing metamorphosis took place, but so far in her short career she'd noted no such mutation. In fact, at the moment, standing in the luxurious living-room of Julian Forrest's elegant suite before the appraising, lecherous eyes of the handsome Inspector, she sensed a tiny shiver begin at the calves of her legs to creep up over the satin-smooth flesh of her body and along her spine in an emotional blend of trepidation and sensual anticipation. The latter somatic reaction surprised her, but she couldn't seem to help herself; his imposing masculinity just seemed to set her off in a carnal manner she could never recall experiencing before.
"Ah, my pet, you're very punctual," he said, smiling and moving toward her with the suave charm and dash of a cavalier, "and even more lovely than I remember… if that's possible."
"You're too flattering, Inspector," she replied as he took her soft, long-fingered hand inside his large, strong one, while the other moved tantalizingly along the warm, smooth skin of her arm almost to her shoulder, his fingertips brushing beneath to tease at the velvety, erogenous flesh at the pit of her underarm. The erotic sensation took her completely by surprise and she made a little unintentional gasping sound.
Her reaction pleased as well as excited him and he drew her closer, slipping his arms around her slender waist. Madeleine looked up at him, her dark eyes unable to conceal her own arousal. He held her gently but firmly, until she felt her full, erect breasts flattening against his chest and then his hands were moving downward to encompass the round full orbs of her buttocks possessively.
"Let's dispense with the formalities, cherie," he whispered in English, his strong hands teasing and massaging the smoothness of her buttocks, ever drawing her closer into the solid strength of his loins.
Once more, his overwhelming charm completely captivated her, raising another little gasp in her throat. Ohhhh… for certain, she was going to enjoy this… He lowered his head slowly, completely engulfing her soft, wet mouth with his own lips, his tongue sliding between her lips and against her teeth, sending an ungovernable tremor rippling over her. He held her almost crushingly, his large hands hot and moving as they pressed into the spheres of her buttocks, forcing her pelvis tighter to him, his height placing the still unhardened bulge of his penis snug against the softness of her belly.
An unexplainable, little sense of injured pride at his lack of immediate penial response to the physical contact of her body caused Madeleine to begin a barely perceptible undulation of her belly and pelvis as she opened her mouth to the exploration of his tongue… and then he was slowly drawing her down onto the davenport, one massive hand moving to cup her full, round breast, squeezing and kneading it gently.
"Ohhh… ohhh," she moaned purposely, but not wholly with pretense. "Y-You're not a lover who believes in wasting time, cheri." She squirmed suggestively beneath his hands.
"There's hardly time to be wasted in this life, ma cherie," he half whispered, his hands investigating her soft, curvaceous body as he leaned above her and played with her face with his tongue.
A barely audible whimpering sound escaped her, and suddenly she was alive with sensation. His hands, his tongue, his whole body and actions were setting her aflame with lewd, lascivious desire. God, she couldn't remember ever feeling more wanton… or a more urgent need for sexual fulfillment…
"Do you like to fuck?" he asked her, his face scant inches above her own, and his sincere, sensual use of the lewd word causing immediate prurient sensations to come alive and ripple through her excitedly.
"Oui… oui, I do cher," she answered quickly, without the slightest trace of pretense, "When I have such a lover as you."
He chuckled warmly. "You are a clever little girl, ma chere. You know the many ways to excite a man… but I fear you have yet to know Julian Forrest." He continued to smile down into her face. He kissed the tip of her nose and his great hand went on caressing her breast through her clothing.
Madeleine squirmed beneath his gentle, but stimulating touch. She was not ashamed at her obviously growing desire; instead, she was pleased and satisfied that she would have to put on no airs for this man whom she wanted physically… sexually, as was so often the situation in this new-found profession she had temporarily chosen. But, she wasn't about to wait much longer… She slipped her arms up and around his neck, drawing him down to her kiss, forcing her tiny pink tongue into his mouth as she writhed against him.
Finally, she said: "Make love to me, cheri."
"How?" he whispered hotly into her mouth.
"However you choose?"
"You… you say that so flippantly," he hissed down at her.
"B-Because that's the way I feel," said Madeleine, trailing her hand down over his chest toward his loins… moving over his flat, hard stomach to the front of his trousers, her long, sensuous fingers seeking and exploring with gentle tenseness… at last to discover his still flaccid member lying docile inside the protection of his clothing.
Her brow knitted and she stared up at him. He dropped his eyes and looked away; finally, he turned from her and sat upright on the edge of the chesterfield, his back to her.
"I-I'm sorry, cherie. I… I had no right asking you to come here… not a warm blooded, normal young woman such as you. It was a cruelty on my part… but then, you see, I didn't expect to regard you differently from the others." Suddenly, he arose and walked toward a small corner bar. "What would you like… scotch, bourbon, a gimlet, perhaps?"
Madeleine raised to a supporting elbow. Something inside her felt terribly denied, but as well had curiosity along with a certain anger gripped her. She ran her tongue over her full lower lip. "I'm afraid I don't understand, M'sieu'," she heard herself say rather sharply. "I was under the impression that you… you desired my company…"
"Oh God… and you were so right… so right, ma chere." He began to blend drinks, finally, carrying back two glasses. He seated himself on the edge of the couch and handed her one.
She took it and tasted it. It was a gimlet. She preferred scotch. Well, whatever the hell it was, she needed it. She said: "Why did you invite me here?"
"I wanted you," he replied simply.
"Wanted me…?"
He turned to face her quickly, his handsome face breaking into a smile, then a laugh… a harsh, almost brittle laugh. "I confuse you completely, don't I? Yes… of course, I do. All right… it's time for explanations I suppose. Why not?" He continued to smile down at her. "Ordinarily, I never explain my dilemma… but to you, I shall." He sipped at his drink. "You see, ma chere, the war was not kind to me. Oh, not any of these modern wars, but the second great war… it eliminated my manhood… not my desire, you understand, only my ability to be a man. The physicians were understanding, kind, and expert for their time… but they couldn't undo what a piece of shrapnel had done. They could provide the flaccid entities, the appearance of masculinity… but there was no way on God's green earth they could make them function… Unfortunately, that little chunk of shrapnel could only tear the flesh from my loins… and not the desire from my brain."
Madeleine gaped at him. Her stomach knotted and her heart went out to him. Unconsciously, her hand reached for his. She clutched and squeezed. Suddenly, she said: "You have no sons… no wife… nothing but me, do you, cheri?"
He turned quickly, rage in his eyes… but it melted before her as she looked up at him, and in its place came glistening tears. He didn't answer and it was then that she managed to sit up beside him, take his face between her hands and kiss his mouth warmly. Then, she pressed him backwards, down where she had lain, and she kissed him again, even as her fingers began to unbutton his coat and shirt, and tug at his tie.
She undressed him slowly, almost teasingly, kissing his naked flesh wherever she bared it.
"My God!" he groaned. "I'll give you a thousand dollars…"
"Shhhhh," she whispered, grasping at the band of his shorts as he raised his hips. Slowly, she slid them down off his muscular legs, the sight of his massive, limp prick lying unmoving against the heavy testicles beneath arousing wild new delights inside her. She could only imagine what an impressive, dynamic organ it would be were it possible for it to rise to the occasion. Yet, there was something sadistic and masochistic in the fact that it could not… that there was no way she could fulfill herself upon it… that this handsome specimen of masculinity was suddenly and completely subservient to her in his shame, and something akin to motherhood swelled up inside her, until spontaneously, she took the thick lifeless instrument into her hand and fell upon it with kisses.
He raised up and forced her back in his place, slowly, teasingly undressing her. She felt him lift her up and the long zipper of her dress being drawn provocatively down her back. She closed her eyes, not thinking, assisting him wherever necessary with the proper movements of shoulders and hips, raising and lowering, not knowing why, feeling his gentle hands behind her once more as they unfastened her bra, then, the cool rush of air as her throbbing nipples were completely exposed to him… and she heard him gasp and felt his great hands enclose them hotly, kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples almost painfully between his fingers, until finally his hot, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and rolling the sensitive bud maddeningly… and then the other in the same manner, his long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow valley that separated them… and her stomach muscles tensed as his tongue slithered down her naked flesh, dipping momentarily into her navel… taunting it while his hands continued to massage her now aching breasts… and then, his hands left them, drawing down along her ribs to her hips, his fingers catching the waistband of her sheer white panties… and she raised herself, her eyes still tightly closed. Once more, she felt the cool rush of air as it brushed against her warm vibrant thighs and loins; she obediently raised her legs, allowing him to slip the wispy little garment down the long ivory columns… her eyes clenched pleasurably shut, her breathing catching spasmodically in her throat causing her breasts to rise and fall with a quivering wondrous delight that was spurring Julian Forrest's libido to almost agonizing proportions.
He was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of her as she lay naked in her desire before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines… rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs… and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvetlike, raven-hued, silken hair sparsely covering the juncture of her slightly spread thighs and belying the golden tresses that tumbled about her shoulders. The thin, pink, hairlined slit running the length of her open loins caused his mouth to go dry. Christ! The inhuman torment of his affliction! He'd go mad…! His tongue moistened his thin lips as he raised his head to watch the glazed expression in her now open, exotic eyes.
Madeleine returned his gaze, neither able nor wanting to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite within. Lord, she had never felt this way with a man, any man… not even Antoine, her husband! Why? His touch was like a thousand volts of electrical current surging through her, causing a myriad of tiny explosions to burst inside her loins and belly, until of their own volition her hands moved to her breasts caressingly, thumbs and forefingers taunting and rolling their hardened nipples wantonly.
God, what's done this to me? Certainly nothing I've drank, or taken internally? I've never felt so… so whorish in my life! My God, I can't believe it! Why? He's just another man… or is he? Can it be it? The fact that he can't perform… the fact that he's alive with desire inside and can't fulfill himself… Mon Dieu! Am I becoming some horrible kind of sadist…?
Julian Forrest sucked in his breath at the unbelievable, enchanting sight before him. He had enjoyed many, many young women in his own necessarily resourceful ways, but never had there been anyone like this… never a morsel so lovely, so responsive. Dear Christ, if only his cock could leap to the challenge… how he would fill her hot little belly then… But that was wishful thinking; even so, he could feel the blood pouring into its knob hotly and knew that little driblets of thick, white seminal fluid were seeping from its soft, helpless glans.
Suddenly, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair-lined cunt-lips, he tenderly spread the vertical slit open until its moist, coral lusciousness was parted to him and his mouth fell agape at its glistening, bejeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner thighs quiver against the backs of his hands and heard her breath catch deep down in her gasping throat. Skillfully, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clitoris, but this time licking out with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, and he felt the erotic response of his touch jolt through her convulsively.
"Oooohhh… Ooohhhh, darling, darling…" she moaned, raising her head to gaze down with passion-filled eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried between her widespread thighs. Then, he was smiling up at her, the first traces of an evil gleam coming to life in his now wildly excited eyes, and causing the initial spasm of frightened, if, depraved lust that would overwhelm and seize complete control of her before the day was over. "Ooohhh!" she spasmed once more as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly, and again his face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her open legs as he showered wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed vaginal fissure, his tongue flicking serpent-like at the palpitating opening.
Suddenly, a prodigious sensation of power raced through her and she thrust her loins upward toward his mouth. "Yes… yes! Lick it!" she heard herself hiss down at him as her hands entangled themselves in his hair and she endeavored to pull him tighter into her. "Lick my cunt! Ooohhh… lick and suck it, darling…!"
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head began to roll from side to side as his hot, searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clitoris. "Oooohhhh," she moaned again while his lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the shelter of his gently biting mouth, and his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open cunt.
From then on, Forrest worked hungrily, running his tongue up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressing its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it sought out the tiny puckered hole of her anus, laving it wetly and raising deep, husky groans from her chest. Subconsciously, she lifted her legs, drawing her thighs back until her knees touched her breasts, raising her hips and buttocks to his delightful assault, and she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting passionately from between her lips.
She was a queen being humbly serviced by a lowly slave… her eunuch… his only desire to please her… to lick and suck her cunt, or whatever other perversion she could think of…! Mon Dieu! I'm losing my mind with the wicked lust he's causing to build inside me!
Beautiful, lovely cunt! thought Forrest. Oh, you exciting little bitch! Now… already, you're mine to play with… Yes, yes… all mine… completely at my mercy!
Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, quivering lips of her excited pussy. Already, she was too far beyond the point of stopping him from anything he chose to do to her, or demanded that she do to him. Now, it was near time to get out his assortment of dildos. He couldn't keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his mouth back to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. Again he parted the soft yielding pubic hair and thrust his tongue into the velvety-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges throbbing between her widespread legs.
Madeleine whimpered aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her lustfully squirming loins.
She must not cum, he mused as he sucked… must only work herself up to that crucial, mind-shattering point… but she must never cum, or else his own sadistic climax would be ruined. She must beg and plead and squirm like an animal while he tormented her, and she must suck his dangling, flaccid prick as it hung above her face… yes… yes, now it was time for that…!
Once more, she cried aloud as she felt him pulling from her grasp, then the strange movements of his muscular body, until suddenly his loins were above her face, his long limp cock dangling down only inches above her mouth, his heavy, hair-covered balls swaying between his wide-spread thighs, and she clutched at his buttocks to pull him down to her, her wet, ruby lips opening to receive the massive purple head of his helpless, pendulous cock, while he rammed his tongue deep into her moist, pink vagina, rounding his lips and covering the clasping viscous opening in a wild sucking performance that seemed to draw at her very entrails.
She moaned passionately around the limp flesh of his prick, lifting her head and slipping her mouth further up onto it in her insane effort to absorb all of it into her mouth and throat. Maddeningly, she slashed at the soft, fleshy rod with her tongue, working the foreskin back by pulling with thumb and forefinger at its wide base, simultaneously sucking strongly at its head as one might in drawing the fruit of a grape from its skin; then she cupped his great balls in both hands, massaging and squeezing them as she ground her cunt hungrily and lasciviously up into his face.
Forrest could feel the wet, gently throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion of its own, as if it were attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it.
Madeleine was nearly lost in the lust-inspired rapture of the moment. Wildly, she sucked at the limber prick in her mouth, swallowing it into her throat and letting him pull it free, only to repeat the act, while every muscle in her lovely desire-wracked body tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening, searching tongue between her legs.
Oh God, she must make him happy… fulfill him as he was her! She must earn her fee… oh good Lord! It'd never been like this with anyone! It was beautiful… she loved it… loved him… loved everyone…! Ohhhh, Igat, Igat… my baby… for you… it's for you… yes, yes… Oh, suck it… suck it, lover! "Ummmmmmm," she moaned around his prick in her mouth, her drawn-up legs opening and closing around the tormenting head that held the gluttonously slashing tongue licking at her inflamed-seared cunt. The cords of her neck and thighs stood out as savagely she sucked and pulled at his long, flaccid prick in eager response to the delight he was bringing her.
"Ohhhhh… Ummmmmm," she mewled and purled, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides, allowing him greater access to her wildly wanting pussy.
Forrest could stand it no longer. Abruptly, he raised his head and reached out for the drawer of the small table at the foot of the davenport, while Madeleine squirmed and writhed frantically in search of the pleasure-giving tongue that had suddenly deserted her. She spewed his prick from her mouth and whined: "Don't stop! My God… please… don't stop now! Just a little longer, cheri…"
Forrest sniggered lewdly as he withdrew a chest of rosewood from the drawer and flipped it open to display an assortment of six different sizes and shaped dildos. He moved off of her then and rose to his knees between her widespread legs to hold the open chest for her surveillance.
"Have you ever seen such a magnificent collection of cocks, cherie," he grinned as he questioned with salacious delight.
Dumbfounded, yet still alive with the incessant desire permeating her lust-wracked body, Madeleine stared at the almost human-looking penises that lay side by side in their erected state within the velvet-lined chest. From them, she raised her eyes questioningly to the handsome, if now, slightly demented appearing face of Julian Forrest.
"I… I don't understand…" she managed shaking her head in confusion. "You… you want to use one of those on me…?"
"So…? You're surprised?" he snapped. "How else? Would you expect me to fuck you with this?" He grabbed his long, limp penis and shook it uselessly before her.
"I… I was satisfied with what you were doing, cheri…" she assured him. "It was beautiful…"
"Enough!" he said sharply. "I'm paying the price, ma chere, eh? You'll do as I say… as I want. Agreed?"
"O-Oui, cheri, h-however you say," replied Madeleine, an inward shudder of fear rippling through her at his cold, decisive statement. So… after all, she was only a whore, wasn't she?
He chuckled lewdly. "Now my little cunt, you'll see why I pay you so well for my pleasures." He held forth the chest once more. "Choose your weapon. Which do you like… the seven, eight or nine inch prick? The seven has an inch-and-one half diameter, the eight, one-and-three-quarters… and the nine, a marvelous two-inches. Well… which one, ma chere."
Madeleine stared at the members that appeared as if they might have been severed from human male forms… even to the attached testicles… perfectly contoured in every way.
"Well? Well?" he shot at her edgily.
"T-The small one, I think," she answered finally, her eyes dropping from his.
Forrest laughed. "Just as I thought." But as he spoke he reached for the eight-inch phallus and its matching mate beside it. "You'll need the eight, my love," he said, matter-of-factly. He smiled. "After all, I've had a better look at that little cunt of yours than you have, eh? And we do want you to enjoy this… seeing as how you'll be doing all of the work."
Madeleine watched, another sensation of fear soaring through her as he took the two resilient members and screwed them together at their bases, making one long, double dildo. Then, from the chest, he took a small jar of what looked to be lubricating cream and coated one, but not the other. Her eyes sought his, found them and he smiled lustily.
"You're about to take part in a private perversion of my own, cherie," he said, licking at his lips licentiously. "You'll see, it's been a long time since I've been able to experience normal sex; therefore, it was necessary to devise my own methods. My satisfaction is achieved through the prostate gland… as yours is reached through normal intercourse of that magnificent little cunt. So… we approach love from a new angle, with the male being the passive member. Do you understand?"
Madeleine gaped at him. "I-I'm not sure…"
"Damn!" he spat. "Lay back and spread your thighs, my little cunt, while I work this into you. Then, perhaps you'll get the drift."
"B-But…"
"Shut up, and do as I say!" Forrest snarled, his smile suddenly leaving him. "Don't make me rape you with this, my love… or you might be just a bit sorry."
Slowly, Madeleine lay back, opening her thighs reluctantly as she gaped at the massive two-ended weapon he held in his hand. It occurred to her then, that any desire she had enjoyed before had suddenly escaped her. Instead, a void of emptiness clutched fearfully at the base of her stomach and she stared with awe at the vicious looking double-cudgel in his hand. Dear God, what was he going to do to her?
"Wider! Open them wider, bitch!" Forrest snarled and she did as he pressed the bulging artificial knob toward her cunt's defensively clasping opening. At its touch, she spread her legs out wider automatically, as far as she could, raising her knees slightly in an effort to open herself enough to accept the wicked device he was gleefully introducing into her arching vagina.
"Oh… Ooohhh… it's so big…! Oh God I'm afraid! I can't do it! I can't take it, cheri!"
The words gushed from her lips fearfully as he jostled its tip for a moment against the pink, ragged edges of flesh, then, with a flick of his wrist the lust incited man forced the flesh-like plastic tip brutally into the vibrating lips of her hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic opening almost to the ripping point.
Madeleine's head lurched wildly to the side and she half-screamed.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!"
Forrest chuckled evilly. It had penetrated but a cruel inch, and the pain-tortured, struggling young lovely tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape the tormenting impalement as she clawed at it with her hands. But it was easy for him to subdue and hold her helpless.
Oh Jesus! Mother of God! Mercy! Mercy! What kind of monster had she uncovered! He would rip her from one end to the other! Her cunt-lips were tearing… her whole crotch splitting! The pain was unbelievable! Mercy… mercy…!
Forrest watched her with wildly excited, lustfilled eyes. He grinned loose-mouthed as he forced the relentless blunt weapon into her one more excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhh!"
Again.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhh… Oh God… Stop! Stop! You're killing me… my God…!"
She shrieked and continued to shriek, twisting and writhing, kicking her legs high into the air as he sunk the enormous, unbelievable, artificial cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.
"Oh… Ooooohhh noooo, noooo!" Madeleine sobbed almost hysterically, tears streaming painfully from her open but unseeing eyes. "Scream, you whimpering bitch!" Julian Forrest spat gleefully. "Scream! Scream! But you're going to take all of it… every last inch… and love it, do you hear? Love it!"
He was insane, Madeleine reasoned somewhere in the back of her tortured brain. He was an absolute maniac and he intended to kill her with this vicious thing he'd impaled up inside her helpless belly. There was no hope… she'd gone too far this time. "Ooohhh… oh God in heaven… please…" she wailed, and her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing jab from his hands thrusting the torture implement into her, sending the giant mock-cock deep into her resisting channel, forcing huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. She lurched convulsively as the onslaught of the elephantine dildo smashed into her belly like some rutting brute-animal. It was an uncontainable instrument of torture rampaging inside her, completely, without question, filling her every tiniest wrinkle and crowding her inner organs into crushed squashes that could neither breathe nor move. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth. It was unbelievable torment… medieval torture… some horror out of the inquisition itself…!
And then… it came to an end… the maddening pain! He withdrew it and plunged it into her in rapid, impossible thrusts, his fist where he clutched it slapping hard against her crotch. His wrist insinuated itself into the soft, unprotected vale of her wildly spread ass-cheeks. The colossal dildo nuzzled quiescently to its guarding flanges, interred in her pulsating and stretched cunt like some barbaric, chastising instrument of torture.
"Aaaa-aggg-hhh," her lovely lips breathed in welcomed relief.
"Soooo? It's good, eh, cherie?" Forrest probed excitedly. "Better than you ever imagined? It fills your cunt to the very depths of your tight little belly, doesn't it? Eh? Well? Admit it! Admit it, damn you…"
"Yes! Yes! Go on! Fuck it!" she half screamed in her helpless humiliation and agony. "Ram the bastardly thing into me! Damn you, fuck it if that's what you want!"
Forrest threw back his head and laughed. It was even better with her than he could possibly have dreamed. She had taken all of it… all of it… in that tight little hole of hers! Christ! "All right! All right! Now it's your turn for fun… your turn to torture me, ma chere!"
Madeleine heard his words, but had no idea what he was talking about. Her entire body was covered with a thin film of perspiration from the agonies of her subjugated torture, and momentarily, she wanted only to lie there and grow accustomed to this massive, if now, stimulating weapon he had rammed into her. But, he was pulling at her, trying to haul her to her knees and swinging his ass around to face her. "Hurry! Fuck my ass with it, bitch! Shove it into me just as I shoved it into you! Only you leave it in your cunt… eight inches in your pussy and eight inches in my asshole! Well… Godamn you, do you want me to beat you? Hurry!"
Madeleine couldn't believe her hearing. In her lifetime she had never been subjected to perversions of this length. She had heard of them… the weird things that men and women did together and with those of their own gender, but she'd never seen nor participated… Yet, something of a sado-masochistic nature swept over her and she felt her breaths shortening, her mouth drying in anticipation. Was it because he had tormented her and this was a manner of getting even? Or was it the very idea of what they were doing? She didn't know… but God, she wanted to… to thrust the blunt end of the lubricated dildo right up into his tightly puckered rectum.
Her breasts heaved as she got to her knees behind him, moving between his spread legs toward his hair-covered thighs and buttocks, her eyes fastened lewdly upon the fringed crevice of his parted ass-cheeks, the exciting sight of his massive, dangling balls, and the round, puckered entrance of his dark-brown anus. She held to the dildo thrust tight up into her cunt, feeling it massage warmly against her passage walls as she kneed herself forward, holding the eight inches of soft, protruding flesh-like plastic in her hand much as any man who was about to mount a woman might, sensing untold pleasures of sadistic delight spiral through her.
Open-mouthed and nearly glassy-eyed, she rotated the head of the fake prick around the prunelike mouth of his asshole, the movement causing the other end of the mighty instrument to incite new sensations within her own loins. God! It was unbelievable! She had never dreamed such distorted, depraved innovations. Her delighted loins and belly tingled in perverted rapture. She stared down at his tiny puckered anal orifice, then ran the massive simulated cock below, caressing his balls and slipping between his legs in tantalizing stimulation.
Dear God, she was losing all sense of perspective… but she didn't care… she didn't! She taunted his clenching asshole with her long fingernail. He gasped aloud and lowered his face and shoulders to the davenport, forcing his buttocks higher in the air. Slowly, she pressed her finger into the rubbery, tight orifice and he whimpered. Her eyes bugged and her mouth hung loose as she watched her finger slip up inside the clasping, sucking hole, into the warm velvety flesh, never stopping until the long length of her entire finger was buried there, the palm of her hand resting in the separating crevice between the cheeks of his ass, her three other fingers with their long nails reaching downward to taunt the base of his balls.
Her brain whirled. She was losing all sense of reason with the perverted pleasure overwhelming her. She was a whore! A paid, vile, whore… and this was her reward! Oh God! Oh God! Help me…!
"Get it in, damn you! What am I paying you for, you stupid cunt! Get it into me, you hear! In! In! In!"
She did. Unmercifully so. Pressing the bulging, rubbery head to the tight, drawn entrance of his rectum, she clenched her teeth and shoved… rammed was a better word, steeling herself to oppose the pressure of the inserted end into her vagina as it forced itself almost brutally against her cervix, hearing him scream aloud, yet, simultaneously forcing his buttocks back onto the invading cudgel, and she clutched at his hips gouging her nails into his flesh as she thrust and forced and ground the wicked implement right up his waiting asshole to the hilt.
"Oh… Ohhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it, you stupid cunt!" he screamed back at her. "Don't stop, Godamn you, or I'll beat you senseless!"
She didn't. She was too frightened to stop. Instead, she worked demonlike, knowing for the first time in her life what it might be like to be the male partner… listening to him whimper and purl with delight as she sent the massive dildo up his passage, and at the same time enjoying the pleasure of the huge artificial cock that was reaming and exciting her pussy to an extravagant culmination.
"Bend over me! Lay your tits on my back! Hold tight, and reach around underneath and milk my prick. Milk it, Godamn you!" Forrest wailed back at her as he shoved his ass back onto the inhumanly penetrating dildo, at the same time forcing the opposite end up deep into her cunt.
Excited with her own mounting and approaching climax, Madeleine thrust her loins against his bottom, forcing the plastic phallus far up his ass and simultaneously ramming it deeply into her quivering pussy. Never before had she experienced anything like this and her overwhelming feeling of power and maleness was almost more than she could bear. She had to cum… had to have release, or she'd explode.
She lay forward onto his massive back, grinding her breasts into his flesh, as her hand sought his wide-spread crotch beneath, clasping his limp prick and milking it according to his demand, the never ceasing feeling of dominance growing, growing inside her, pressuring her own building climax toward dynamic proportions.
Insanely, she slammed the dildo into both of them, her rounded hips working almost fiendishly… until suddenly, he began to wail, whimper, nearly scream in a child-like voice.
"Milk it! Milk it, bitch! I'm going to cum. Now… now… nowwwww!"
Madeleine straightened to her knees and plunged the instrument into him, feeling and watching her breasts quiver and jerk against her, sensing her own beginning stirring of climax inside her loins. She leaned forward once more and again began to madly milk his long, thick, flaccid prick… and then he cried out as might a banshee, his arms flailing and his ass jumping spasmodically, even as she felt the thick, warm, liquid bath drain from his cock onto her hand and the davenport beneath, and she plunged into his ass wildly in an effort to attain her own release.
"Oh… oh, don't stop!" she begged as she clung to him, but he did, wiggling away from her and jumping to the floor to laugh as she gaped at him, the lewd dildo hanging grotesquely from her tightly grasping cunt in an obscene picture of lewd perversion.
Forrest slapped his naked knees in delight as he stared at her. "You filthy slut!" he sneered. "Get your fucking things on and get out of here! Hurry up… before I call Girarde and tell him what a pig you are!"
Madeleine stared at him in disbelieving amazement. "W-What did I do?" she managed, after a moment.
He sniggered brutally. "You filthy cunthole!" he hissed. "You're just like all the rest… dirty, filthy whores…" He spun about suddenly and ran in his nakedness for his wallet. He pulled a bill out from it and threw it on the floor. "There's your pay, whore! Twenty dollars! More than you're worth actually… but I'll pay it to be rid of you! Now… get out. Get out! You hear? Get out!"
Slowly, Madeleine arose, setting her feet upon the floor and extricating the double-dildo from her vagina and dropping it on the floor. She could hardly believe the words he'd spat at her. Whatever his reason for this sudden change, she had no idea… except, that he might be insane. Perhaps, she was lucky. She'd never experienced anything like this before in her new-found profession, but then, nothing was impossible, was it… was it? She didn't speak, only began to dress. He watched her eagerly. Her only goal now was to get out of there.
"Y-You're beautiful," he said suddenly as she fastened her bra. "I've never known anyone as good as you. But… but now, you hate me don't you?"
"No-No… I don't hate you."
"Was it good?"
"It could have been."
Forrest licked at his lips. He fondled his cock but she pretended not to see him. Calmly, she slipped her dress over her head, zipped, then found her purse and extracted comb and lipstick.
"You hate me!" he said.
She didn't look at him, only into the mirror as she applied her lipstick, even though her whole inner-being cringed in fear. Finally, she said: "I don't hate you, cheri… you've simply disappointed me."
He took several steps toward her, then stopped. "I-I'll make it up to you, Madeleine. Y-You were wonderful… I loved it! Will… will you come back again?"
"Would you… if you were me?" she questioned.
He went into his wallet and extracted another bill and came close, offering it to her. She took it. It was a thousand dollars. A tiny thrill of excitement rippled through her. It'd been worth it after all, hadn't it…?
"Will you kiss me good-bye?" he asked.
"Of course."
He followed her to the door and she turned. His hands rested on her upper arms and he kissed her. Slowly she dropped one hand with an enticing motion, her fingers searching for his long, thick, flaccid cock. It found it and went beneath to his balls. He moved closer to her, his mouth opening in delight as she cupped his sac… then, she began to squeeze.
In the beginning, it was a slow, tantalizing process that stimulated him, but then, it increased in intensity… harder and harder and harder, until he squirmed and she felt his fingers tightening on her arms as his mouth pulled away. But she didn't let go. Instead, she squeezed harder suddenly, until she could feel his testicles grinding… crushing against each other.
And then, he screamed and screamed as he writhed and kicked at her… and she laughed in his face… finally releasing him to crumble to the floor as she smiled and opened the door. "Goodbye, cheri, you bastard!" she hissed, and then she closed the door behind her.
Walking to the elevator, Madeleine raised her chin high but her mouth fell into a somewhat passionate twinge of denial.
God, she thought, if only it had lasted a little longer…