The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 14


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The door was slightly ajar, and Ann stood for what seemed an eternity before
she entered. She had decided that she had no choice but to submit. He had her
exactly where he wanted her, and if she had to degrade herself again to save
her husband from humiliation, she would do so. She had created this horrible
situation by her moment of weakness, and there was no one to get her out of it
but herself.

The last martini had braced her a little, and she felt prepared to go through
with it now, in spite of her revulsion toward the vile, little man who had her
at his mercy.

Max was lounging back in a white, ermine covered chair, a long black cigar
hanging from his thick lips. He had the pictures in one hand, which he had
obviously been looking at, and a glass of soda and ice in the other. Ann didn't
speak, but just stood inside of the door with her arms hanging limply at her
sides.

"I'm glad that you made the intelligent decision about this, my dear," he
purred, removing the cigar from his mouth, and then running his tongue wetly
around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad, am I?"

Ann left the question unanswered, and kept her eyes to the floor. She couldn't
bring herself to look at him.

"I want the pictures first, Mr. Schroeder," she finally brought herself to say.

"Oh no, my dear Ann," he replied, dropping them into a manila envelope and
sealing it. "We'll play a little game, and if you're a real good little girl,
you can pick them up and walk out. If not, then we'll just have to see what
other arrangements we can make."

"How do I know that you'll give them to me?" she cried out.

"You'll just have to trust me my dear, you have no other choice. Now do you?"
he replied. "Come, we'll go to my special room. Would you like Sidney to bring
you another drink?"

"Yes, yes I would," she answered quickly. She knew that she was going to need
as much fortification as she could get.

"What about something to eat, some roast pheasant, caviar?"

"No, I don't feel like eating right now," she replied. She could think of
nothing more revolting than eating with him, and didn't want to prolong her
agony any longer than necessary.

He led her down the corridor to another room, which had a heavy door, and was
secured by a huge padlock.

"This is my playroom," he chuckled, as though expecting Ann to laugh at his
ill-timed joke. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the portal.

"Come in, my dear, and see what you think of my little chamber."

Ann followed, but suddenly froze in her tracks, shocked. It was the strangest
room that she had ever seen. It was quite large, the entire ceiling and an
entire wall were completely covered with mirrors. The other wall was painted
with a mural, showing the lewdest sexual acts imaginable. It was a huge orgy,
done so realistically, that the tangled mass of bodies and limbs seemed to be
alive. There must have been over a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others
in groups of three, four, and five.

"It's a masterpiece," Max said, when he noticed Ann's eyes were on it. "I had
six of Mexico's finest artists working on it for over a year. It's probably
their greatest work, and they don't even know where it is." he laughed. "I had
them blindfolded each day, and brought here from fifty miles away. You see my
dear, money can do anything. It even has you here."

Sidney arrived with the drinks, and left a thermos of Martini's for Ann on the
table. She could hear the click of the bolt in the door as he left. She was
glad that he had brought her the Martini's, she would need them to go through
with this ordeal. Max poured her one, and led her along the mural, explaining
in great detail, as he had with the pictures of her, the lewd actions of each
group, even though they spoke clearly for themselves.

There was a thick, white fur carpet covering the floor, that felt nice to Ann's
shoeless feet. Max had made her take them off, as he himself had, when they
entered the room, explaining he never allowed shoes on the fur rug.

"And now, my dear, the work bench," he said with a sly grin. He pressed a
button, which opened long, black drapes, and revealed the hugest bed that Ann
had ever seen.

It was covered in the same white fur as the floor, and was surrounded by
several large lounge chairs, similarly upholstered. Along the wall were large
racks, filled with the strangest instruments imaginable. They ranged from
cats-o-nine tails, to long, thin rods with fluffy feathers on the ends. She had
heard of such things, but had never seen them before. They were ghastly, and
she felt her fear rise, as she looked at the weird collection. Only a madman
could find pleasure in their use.

She sipped her Martini nervously now, deciding that she had better humor him. 
There was no escape with the door locked, and her screams would bring no help
this far out in the country.

Max led her into a little room off to the side. In it were racks of strange
costumes, in all sizes and colors, though most were black. Ann remembered
Julia reminding her that Max liked black.

"And here, my lovely Ann, is my prized collection." he said as he opened a
large closet. She could see at least fifty pairs of brief panties of every
type and color.

"These are mementos of my previous guests," he explained. "Yours will be added
to it. I hope you have chosen them well."

He patted Ann familiarly on her buttocks, and she shrank away, repulsed by
his touch.

"Now, now, my dear, don't be frightened," Max coaxed softly. "We're going to
get to know each other very well tonight, so we must start out on the right
foot. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" patting his robe, where he had
placed the envelope. "Come back to the playroom, and I'll explain the rules of
our little game."

Ann followed meekly, her eyes glued to the envelope that he was carrying in his
hand. He opened a small door that looked like a wall safe, and pressed a
button. A thin nylon rope descended from a hole in the mirrored ceiling,
directly above the bed. He made her stand upon the bed on her tip-toes, until
she could just touch it with the tips of her fingers. He then had her get off,
and lowered it further. He then attached the envelope to it with a clip. He
pressed another button, which drew it almost up to the ceiling again. Ann
could see a small clock, upon which he turned some dials carefully.

"There we are, my dear," he smiled, closing the small door and locking it. 
"The envelope will descend one foot every six hours. According to your height,
you will be able to reach it when it has dropped four feet. When I'm unhappy,
I'll turn the clock off, until I'm pleased again. That will stop its downwards
motion completely. We can tell how much time you've worked off by this clock
on the wall. Clever, don't you think?"

"But that's twenty-four hours," Ann cried, never expecting this. She knew that
she would be subjected to horrible indecencies, and she had prepared herself
to suffer through them for Dave's sake, but twenty-four hours!

"You, you can't make me stay that long," pleaded Ann. "I can't do it."

"There, let me fill your glass, my dear, I told you that you would have to
work to get them back. Remember, they are expensive pictures."

While he poured her drink, Ann could see the brown packet hanging teasingly
above her, so close, but an eternity of degradation away.

She drained the glass immediately, and Max poured her another, obviously
anxious to lessen her inhibitions. The second went down almost as quickly,
and she could feel the dull conscience-killing feeling coming over her.

"I think its time to make the addition to my collection, Ann, don't you? I
want to take them off, and lie back on the edge of the bed."

Ann sat tipsily on the edge of the bed. The alcohol was beginning to affect her
now, and her muscles felt sluggish. She had a little trouble controlling her
own movements, as her head whirled. Revulsion shivered through her nerves, as
she felt his hands gently push her back on the ermine-covered bed. Her feet
dangled, almost touching the floor. Through her alcohol-glazed eyes, she could
see in the ceiling mirror her own figure lying below. The top of Max's bald
head was bent above her feet. She shut her eyes tightly, as she felt his
fleshy palms slowly pushing her knees apart, and slide hotly up the inner
softness of her thighs under the dress. She jerked involuntarily, as they
passed the protective covering of her long hose and moved, butterfly-like
across the sensitive, white flesh between her stocking tops, and her sheer
black panties.

Max's breath was coming in heavy snorts, as his fingers made light contact
with the thin band between her legs. She groaned helplessly, as his fingers
rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the
thin, quivering slit of her pussy. He played with her tingly, his fingers
pulling gently at the soft pubic hair that protruded from the leg bands. His
index finger slipped suddenly under the tight elastic, and flicked at the
moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan from her. The
humiliation was awful. His face was even with the bed between her knees,
peering greedily up her dress. She could feel his eyes feasting lewdly on the
secret parts between her legs, that belonged to her husband and no one else.
Parts that she had protected just for him, and which now had become her shame.

Tears streamed in tiny rivulets, as the helplessness of her position leaped
through her confused mind. She struggled to her elbows, determined to stop the
lewd outrages that he was visiting upon her unwilling body, but the sudden
sight of the small brown envelope dangling above her choked back the sounds of
protest, which had started to rise in her throat. There was no hope, she had
gotten herself into this, and there was only one way she could get out of it.
And that was to submit to his sick demands, until the horrible pictures had
lowered to within her reach. She could only hope that it passed quickly, before
she lost her control and did something that would make him angry. The thought
of those pictures among the sailors in San Diego, and at the Officer's Club,
caused her to fall back in helpless submission. She had no choice, she had to
submit to the revolting violation of her body to protect Dave.

She shut her eyes again, as his hands pushed the hem of her dress up to her
hips, and hooked the elastic band at the top of her panties.

"Lift your ass," he commanded, using the blunt word to remind her of his
complete dominance.

Ann arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her
voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs, exposing the whole of her soft, down
covered crotch

"Mmmmm, a real blond I see," he commented, his fat lips smacking in
appreciation. "You're the first true blonde that I've had in quite a while."

The sheer black panties stuck at her knees. He pulled fruitlessly for a second,
and then commanded her to lift them. The panties slipped easily down to the
floor as her knees rose, taking the pressure from the backs of her thighs. Max
picked them up quickly. Her eyes closed, she could hear him nuzzling and
kissing them sickenly above her. He cooed over them, as though they were some
sacred object, rubbing their smooth softness over his cheeks and face, his
eyes bulging at the tingling contact.

"You chose well," he purred, "they'll make a beautiful addition to my little
collection. I don't get them all quite so easily you know. Sometimes they
fight, and I must use other means of persuasion. I'm so glad that we
understand each other."

As the full impact of what he was saying registered in Ann's mind, he
disappeared with her panties into his trophy room. She realized now that she
was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. God! What terrible things
would he force upon her, as the price for the return of the pictures? If she
could only run, if there was only somewhere to hide! But there was none, and
she still had to pay his price. Before her thoughts could go any further, she
heard the soft approach of his feet across the thick carpeted floor.

"They fit beautifully into their place, my darling," he said, his voice taking
on a softness towards her now. "I want to see the rest of you. Sit up and let
me undress you."

Ann struggled to sit quickly, her mind still on the envelope swinging above
them. She closed her eyes again as he hurriedly unzipped her dress, and lifting
her buttocks slightly, he peeled it from her. Then came her bra, and he
whistled in admiration as her large, rounded spheres emerged. He kissed them
hungrily, as Ann cringed as his rubbery lips traced their moist path to her
tips, hardening them, in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began
to roll from Max's face, as his fat wet palms glided unimpeded over her firm
contours, cupping and kneading them brutally, until Ann cried out from the
pain and humiliation.

Max dropped to his knees again, and ran his hands over the full length of her
slim well rounded legs, playing indecisively for a few moments with the snaps
of her garters.

"Let's leave them on, shall we my love?" he said in an almost whisper, his
eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh. "I like my women with garter belts
and stockings. They appear so much more sensual."

Ann was completely naked now, except for the sheer black silk stocking and the
garter belt, which was only a thin wisp of elastic around her lower hips. She
had never felt so exposed in her life, and again the burning wave of shame
crept through her, in spite of her vow to regain the photographs at any cost
or humiliation. Nausea rose as his pudgy fingers petted and fondled at her soft
yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless
prints in their searching trail. Tears welled her eyes, as he pushed her back
onto the bed. She fell passively, beyond resistance now, and thinking only of
the lewd envelope descending slowly down with each cruel minute that passed.

Max pushed her unresisting body to the center of the bed, and Ann felt her
arms lifted above her head, and then there was a quick pressure, first on her
left wrist, and then on her right. She hadn't realized until too late, that
they were leather bracelets. She jerked forwards, but her arms were held
loosely above her head by small chains, connected to the upper corners of the
bed's frame.

"What are you doing?" she screamed, when she realized belatedly what had
happened. "Please let me loose! I promise I'll do anything that you like, I
promise!" she pleaded, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks, as she
struggled helplessly against her bonds, her stockinged legs kicking wildly
about the mattress.

"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear," Max chortled above. "Just relax and
remember, the clock stops if I'm not pleased."

Ann stopped her struggles, as the threat sunk into her alcohol-dimmed mind,
and she lay passively, as he pulled her slim legs wide apart, and attached her
ankles into two similar chains, at the bottom of the bed. She was completely
helpless now, and could see her limbs in the mirror above, fastened securely
to the four corners of the large bed. She closed her eyes tightly, to fight
off her quivering fear.

She shivered silently in the center of the bed, listening with bated breath as
Max picked up something in the corner of the room. She didn't dare open her
eyes to look, for fear of screaming, and having him stop the clock. She
couldn't stand having the agonies of her humiliation prolonged any further.
She just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Again, she heard
his feet padding back toward the bed, and held her breath, waiting with
apprehension for his sweating palms to close over the soft flesh of her body.
But they didn't come.

Instead, she felt a light flicking on the soles of her stockings. Something
was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet. She jumped
against the chains that bound her in sudden surprise, her eyes flew open and
stared wildly around the room. Max was leaning forward in one of the chairs at
the foot of the bed grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagled nakedness. He
had one of the long feathered poles in his hands, stroking the soles of her
widely stretched left foot.

The tickling soon began driving her mad. She screamed at the top of her lungs
for him to stop, and her body thrashed wildly against the binding chains. It
was of no use. He continued the lascivious stroking, moving slowly up her
calves, pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small,
titillating circles against the soft bare flesh at the top of her stockings.
Ann jerked her feet, stretching the chains their full length, in an attempt to
escape the maddening circles. Max smiled lewdly at the position it put her in.
The outside of her knees were pressed flat against the mattress, and she had
drawn her thighs as far up on the bed as the restrictive chains would allow,
opening her crotch wide, in a crab-like stance, that exposed the moist pink
slit of her pussy completely to his greedy eyes. He giggled, and thrust the
tip of the soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic hair,
jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Ann
was going out of her mindm causing her to writh and toss wildly against her
bonds, attempting to escape the insane torture that her body was being
subjected to.

"Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't, stand it, can't stand
it!"

Still the teasing feather played at the tender parts of her pussy, working its
way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing
clitoris. It flicked at it maddenly, until with a sudden groan, Ann felt it
begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Max laughing
at the foot of the bed, her desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the
teasing feather faster.

He worked it slowly up over the mound of her genitals, and across the flat
white plane of her belly, pausing for a moment, and then up to the sides of her
rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arms. This
almost drove her crazy, and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over
her full ripe breasts, and begin to gently caress her nipples into throbbing
sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved little man
subjecting her to these horrible indignities, her feeling was slowly changing.
Her cries of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of forced
pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow helpless writhings of uncontrolled
sensation. The feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle strokings, that
brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles
against the lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso,
wetting the softness of the ermine cover below her.

Tears of frustration again brimmed in her eyes, as she felt the control of her
body slipping away. She had vowed that she would never again allow it to betray
her, no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, but the sheer
helplessness of her position, and the feather in the hand of a master
debaucher, violating all the sensitive, unprotected parts of her shackled body,
were forcing her into helpless submission.

Against her will, her proud, firm breasts throbbed up into rock hard roundness,
and the peaks tweaked up hungrily, as the tantalizing feather made small
delicious circles around the coral areolas. As the maddening instrument began
its downwards journey again, she found, to her fascinated horror, that her body
was reaching upwards, to absorb its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again
on the whiteness of her belly, and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs,
again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips, and
causing her again to draw her thighs back up into the crab position, as far as
the binding chains would allow. The slit of her crotch was again wide open to
the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked
the tip quickly, and without warning, against the sensitive puckered ring of
her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her full white buttocks. The
tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise, and tried to screw itself down into
the mattress, to escape the cruel soft probe.

"Aaaaagggg," she gasped between clenched teeth, "D, Don't! Please, please
don't. I can't stand it, I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"

A sadistic laugh answered her pleas, as she bucked and squirmed against the
teasing probe of her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to close
her legs, but the chains held her tight. There was no relief.

"Oh, p-please, p-please, ooooh, ooooh, stop, stop, stop!" she grunted,
squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me, you're killing
me!"

"Would you rather be fucked, my dear?" Max hissed softly, increasing the
pressure slightly against her anal orifice. 

"No! No!" she groaned piteously.

A quickening of the flicking feather.

"Aaaagggh, I, I mean yes! Y, Yessss," she hissed helplessly. "Anything,
anything, but stop. Oh God, please stop!"

As suddenly as it began, the tortuous tickling lifted from between her legs. 
Ann's straining muscles relaxed in relief, her body exhausted from fighting
against her bonds, and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her
lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what she had screamed in her mad
attempt to escape the torture returned to her mind. Her body had failed her
again, and now he was going to do it to her too, like all those faceless men
had in Tijuana. He was going to fill her belly with his lewd cum until she
screamed in surrender. He would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knew that
he would pick and pull at her helplessness, until he had utterly destroyed her
will to resist. He would crush her pride, like stepping on a helpless butterfly
fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing at the
small brown packet dangling a thousand miles above her tortured body, and she
fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his wickedness. She had to
have that packet, she just had to. There was no other choice.

"I have a surprise for you, my dear," his voice suddenly broke through the
barrier of her thoughts. "Remember, I told you that my tastes were different. 
Well now you shall see, after we have a drink to refresh us a bit."

Max, now dressed in a robe, pressed a buzzer, and instructed Sidney over the
intercom to bring a bottle of Scotch. He appeared a few moments later, glancing
only an instant at Ann's spread-eagled form. She blushed, wondering how many
times he had seen this. Nothing seemed to affect the staid English butler, not
even a naked girl stretched helplessly on the bed.

After Sidney had gone, Max released her ankles and wrists, and Ann pulled
herself painfully to a sitting position on the bed. She accepted gratefully
the Martini that Max poured from the thermos, turning the glass up, and
drinking greedily of the cool liquid that he had poured over ice. She shook her
head slowly, trying to regain some of the composure lost under the tortuous
teasing of the feather.

Max sat by her, running his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. He
purred his appreciation of the beauty of her body. Ann didn't resist but sat
in servile acceptance of his obscene attentions to her breasts and thighs. She
was beyond caring now. Nothing more could be done to her that hadn't already
been done in Tijuana. One more time wouldn't matter. She had become a common
whore, and she stared blindly ahead, wanting only to get the awful ordeal over
with. There was nothing else she could do.

"You will enjoy my little surprise, dear. All my visitors do, though some not
as much as others. But I think you will. You seem to have a special sensitivity
that comes to the surface under certain circumstances. We will provide those
circumstances for you. You will see, I will not disappoint you."

He licked his lips as he spoke, and doubt again began to arise in Ann's mind,
but she quickly dispelled it. She closed her mind to thoughts of resisting and
turned the glass to her lips. The soothing drink helped, reapplying that
partial numbness which had worn off during her ordeal on the bed. She could
feel herself deadening the racing thoughts in her mind again, and she finished
the last of the glass, thrusting it loosely toward the fidgeting Max, sitting
next to her, for a refill.

"My dear," he consoled smilingly, "I hope you are not building false courage.
I have told you that I will not disappoint you."

"Make it big," she answered, slightly slurring her words. It was affecting her
again, and she welcomed the deadening feeling coursing through her. She
couldn't stand him touching her, when the time would come later.

Max poured her another Martini, adding a few cubes of ice.

"Here, this should help you relax. I don't want you to fear me, my darling, I
want you to enjoy my company."

Ann ignored him. She couldn't bring herself to talk to him. She was still
afraid that she might lose control of herself, and say or do something that
would spoil it all, and she would never get the pictures back. She drank
deeply, the alcohol burning into her throat like fire, but doing its job,
providing her with the oblivion that she desired, and she could feel its nerve
calming affect seeping deeper with each swallow from the glass. Her sight
blurred for a moment, and she was conscious of Max's beady eyes focused closely
on her every move. She knew that he was waiting until he thought she was ready.
Why, she wondered dimly through the alcohol, is he letting me get drunk, when
he knows that I'm at his mercy. He must know I can't stand for him to touch me.

Max answered her question a moment later, when he took her by the hand and
pulled her limply to her feet. He led her to an alcove, screened by black
velvet drapes.

"Now, my dear, you shall have the experience of your life. There aren't many
women who get this opportunity." he said, grinning evilly into Ann's face, as
he slowly drew the drapes apart.

"Voila," he smiled proudly. "There is your lover."

Ann's heart suddenly jumped into her throat, in spite of the alcohol. In a
space of about ten feet square, and totally covered with mirrors on the walls
and the ceiling, sat a strange, menacing machine, that caused sudden chills of
fear to ripple over her. 

"W, What is it?" she stammered in disbelief.

"It's a loving machine, my dear," he answered proudly. "My own design."

"B, But what does it do?" the poor girl whimpered, her mind working rapidly.
"I-I thought you w-wanted me."

"No, my dove. I'm what you might call a "voyeur." I prefer to watch, rather
than touch. Most of the time anyway. That's why I have had my little pet here
constructed. Come, I'll explain it to you."

Ann held her breath and moved cautiously with him, as he pulled her towards
the evil looking contraption. She had never heard of anything like this, and
suddenly the bitter truth of the alcohol came to her. This was why he had let
her drink so much! He knew that she would resist this inhuman demand, that she
submit to a machine!

Max began his explanation, noting with glee the rising fear in her eyes. He
had seen it often on others of his little playmates, forced into the same
position. A little fear made it more enjoyable, particularly as he could follow
it slowly turn to lust, under the tireless ministrations of his machine. He was
proud of it, and considered it one of his greater accomplishments. It had all
the necessary factors to make it the greatest lover in existence. It more than
made up for his impotency. After all, it was his creation, and therefore, it
was like him in action.

"You see, my dear. I have learned something from our space program. This a
contour couch," he smiled proudly, patting a soft, plastic-covered stand on
the floor. "This has been molded perfectly to fit underneath a kneeling female
body. Notice, it even has a foam rubber lining for comfort."

Ann's eyes widened, as she followed his description of the obscene mechanism.
It looked like some kind of exercise machine. The plastic form was formed
perfectly to take the female body kneeling on all fours. It was complete, even
to two openings at the chest for the breasts to protrude, and straps on the
sides to bind the occupant securely onto it. He could control the angle of
their legs and torso by movable parts. Just behind where the buttocks would be,
was a steel rod, about two feet long, threaded so that objects could be screwed
on. The rod was connected to an arm coming up from a small electric motor on
the floor.

"This, my dove, is the heart and soul of my little pet," he chuckled at his
humor. "Here we attach the instrument of your desire. We have all shapes and
sizes. Thick and thin, long and short, you just name it. I have had them molded
from a special flesh-like rubber, and they are life-like in every respect,
except that they do not have the one weakness that man has, they never grow
soft. It is perfection, and could make love to you forever, without tiring.
You will love it, I promise."

Ann's heart skipped another beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. 
This vile little man expected her to submit to the monstrous ordeal of being
skewered by a machine, while he sat back and enjoyed her humiliation. The
thoughts of the pictures slipped from her mind, and she turned to him with
hatred in her eyes.

"I won't do it. It's sick, do you hear? I'm not an animal, and that's what you
need, an animal!" Tears streamed from her eyes, as she spat her contempt out
at him, her body quivering in shame and frustration.

"We have an agreement, my dear. Have you forgotten so soon?" he chuckled
softly, knowing that it was just a matter of time before he'd have her proud,
voluptuous body stretched over the rack. He enjoyed the playing. It was so
much more exciting when they fought at first, and then later gave him the
satisfaction of total submission. He'd soon destroy the pride of this haughty
little bitch. She would plead with him for more, by the time that he was
through with her. He hadn't devoted his life to sensual pleasures without
learning something about human nature, and he knew her well enough by now to
know that her very pride would be her downfall.

"We shall just stop the clock for a few minutes, to allow you to compose
yourself. Perhaps another little drink would also help." he smiled at her
vindictively.

"S-Stop the clock. Why you can't! Our agreement was for you to make love to me.
N, Not something like this." she replied, directing her eyes in horror at the
instrument in front of them. Max ignored her, as he walked to the other side
of the room to stop the clock. He poured her another drink, and handed it to
her, while she stood immobile in the alcove. She lifted the glass and greedily
poured the cool liquid down her throat.

"There," Max gleamed, "that should settle your nerves."

"Please start the clock, Mr. Schroeder," Ann whimpered, her eyes downcast to
the floor.

"Max," he corrected.

"Please start it, Max," she whimpered again, her voice softening in surrender.

"You have offended me, my dear. You must first prove that you are sorry. The
next hour shall not count, and if you haven't convinced me by that time, then
our agreement is off, and I shall have prints of the pictures on the streets
of San Diego, and into the mail to your husband before tomorrow morning. Now
finish your drink."

His voice turned cold as chills ran through Ann's body at the sudden
recollection of her bargain returned to her. Max wouldn't waver in his cruel
demands, and she was certain that he would keep her here for a week, if
necessary. No one would miss her, she was hopelessly lost, and her only
salvation lay in seeing this through, no matter what. She drained the glass,
tears brimming to the corners of her eyes for the thousandth time today.

"That's a good girl," Max chuckled, enjoying the look of helpless resignation
that crossed her face. "You shall have those pictures back in no time."

"Please start it now, Max, I beg you," Ann whimpered again, unable to bear the
thought of an additional hour.

"We shall see, my love. We shall see how well you put your heart into the task
at hand. Now be a good girl and come over here."

Ann hesitantly walked over to the machine, resigned to her fate. Max took her
hand and helped her onto all fours, in the plastic mold. He fastened a leather
strap over the small of her back, just above where it flared into the broad,
voluptuous curves of her hips. This held her torso tightly onto the foam
rubber, which pressed against belly and chest. Her ripe full breasts swelled
through the apertures like ripe succulent fruit, the whiteness of their soft
flesh contrasting sharply with the black of the smooth plastic. The fronts of
her thighs were pressed tightly into the grooves molded for them, and he
quickly ran straps around the back of them, just above her knees, locking them
into place. She could see herself in the mirrors surrounding them, held in the
same helpless position as the girl with the dog in Tijuana.

Max then took her arms and pulled them straight out to the sides, snapping them
into two leather bracelets, just like those on the bed. They were held out, as
though she were doing a swan dive. Next he placed a tight leather band around
the top of her head. There was a cord attached to the back of that, that he ran
through a loop on the strap over her waist, and drew it tight. This pulled her
head up and back, so that her face was looking straight ahead, her neck bent
at a ninety degree angle with her body. She groaned painfully for a moment,
until she finally adjusted to the bizarre position.

Her eyes grew wide in disbelief, as she saw in the mirror the position that she
had been placed in, in the space of a few short seconds. She squirmed against
the straps holding her with all of her strength, but it was useless. She
couldn't move a muscle. The humiliation and shame were too great, as she
suddenly sobbed in her frustration. The white rounded cheeks of her buttocks
stood high behind her, completely vulnerable. She felt a stab of fear from her
total helplessness.

"Now my love, make your choice," Max said, beaming with lewd delight at the
poor girl bound before him. He opened a mahogany box before her horrified eyes.
She gasped as she saw the lascivious contents. As he had promised, there were
about ten rubber dildos, each in its own slot. Ann was amazed at how realistic
they looked, even to the color, and also equipped with a set of huge balls,
that even had realistic hair growing from them. He teasingly pulled the largest
one from the box, and held it close before Ann's tortured face. She groaned in
anguish, as the size of it became clear to her alcohol blurred eyes. It must
have been at least nine inches long, with a head that was about two inches
across.

"How about this one?" he gloated in front of her tightly bound form. "This
should make quite a dent in your belly."

"Oh God, no please," she whimpered. "I can't take it. I can't take it."

He replaced it slowly in the box, an evil leer fluttering across his face.

"Then, let's try this one for a starter. This should stretch it a little."

He pulled the second largest one from the box. It was smaller, but not much.
Perhaps an inch in length, and a quarter of an inch in diameter.

"Oh, no, nooo!" Ann screamed as Max walked around the machine. She could see
him in the mirror screwing the horrible instrument onto the steel shaft,
pointed directly at the wide-open slit of her crotch behind her.

"Please, please don't do that to me."

"You'll like it, my dove. Remember, I promised that you would. I still have
some surprises for you, however."

He took a pitcher from the table where Sidney had left it earlier, and Ann
could see him pouring something into the rubber sac dangling beneath the huge
menace of the penis. "Hot olive oil, my dear. I can squirt it into you anytime
with the control button in my hand. This controls the speed and depth of the
machine." He held a small box, that looked like a television set remote
control box. It was connected by several long wires to the base of the machine.

"We can make it do anything that we want it to do with this," he smiled. "All
you have to do is ask me when the time comes, and, oh yes, I almost forgot
something."

He bent over and quickly attached two rubber suction cups onto the ends of
long tubes, to the nipples of Ann's breasts, which protruded through the holes
in the contoured couch. She tried to pull back from the sudden contact, but
her bonds held her tight.

"W-What are you doing?" she moaned, the cool feeling of the rubber on her
nipples sending chills along her spine.

"Just preparing you, my dove. We mustn't forget anything," Max answered
gleefully, standing back and surveying the helpless girl with pride. "We must
first prepare you."

He reached behind, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded contours of
her imprisoned buttocks, stroking them greedily. He dug his fingers into the
softness of her flesh for a moment, as though unable to take his hand away.
Then, with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy,
hair-trimmed lips of her vagina apart. They were dry and unprepared, and she
clenched her teeth tightly together, in fear that he was going to hurt her.
Instead, he reached over to the small table beside them, and dug his fingers
into a jar of Vaseline. He gently swabbed the lubricating jelly over the length
of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth
of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the Vaseline deep into
the soft folds, preparing them for the entry of the poised rubber member on
the piston-like shaft.

"You are too tight my dear. I didn't realize that you had had such little
usage. We must take care of that."

He loosened a bolt holding the sheaths enclosing her thighs, and moved her
knees much farther apart. Ann's legs stretched wider and wider, until she
thought that she was going to split in half. She cried in protest, as she felt
her behind stretch, the walls of her narrow pink slit popping open wide from
the harsh outward pulling.

"That's more like it," he chuckled, pulling the huge waiting member forwards,
and pressing the giant rubbery head between the lips of her cruelly stretched
cunt, until it was poised for entry. Ann tried to struggle forwards, as she
felt the soft, spongy phallus inserted into her sensitive, lubricated lips,
but again, it was useless.

Max sank into the soft chair next to the machine. It was located just behind
Ann's upraised buttocks, so that he could get a perfect view of the skewering
of her helpless cunt. He held the control box tightly in his sweating palms,
eager to begin the depraved ravishment of the innocent beauty bound before him.

Ann lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly bound to the rubber-lined contoured
couch that she couldn't move a muscle. Waves of shame and humiliation washed
over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was glad now for the alcohol,
or she could never have stood being stretched in this lewd position with the
evil little man free to do to her as he wished. And the worst, she didn't dare
complain, or he might keep that horrible clock off for another hour after this
one, and she would never get the photographs back. Her tortured thoughts were
interrupted by Max's gleeful voice from the chair. She could see the nervous
smile of anticipation crossing his lips in the mirror in front of her. With
the reflections of the other mirrors around the alcove, it gave her a complete
view of all that was happening to her.

"First, my little bunny, we must get you in the proper mood for enjoying my
love making. I have special effects for that." She watched in the mirror with
horrified fascination as he pressed one of the many buttons on the control box
and suddenly gasped at the reaction. A gentle sucking motion began on the
cups connected to her nipples, and the contoured couch began a simultaneous
slow, almost imperceptible, vibration beneath her torso. Her breasts
involuntarily hardened slightly from the first weird tug on her nipples. Goose
bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An
exquisite sensation, a thousand times softer than any lips that had ever
touched her. A second later, she felt the tender rubbery prick at her rear
begin a gentle up and down movement, along the sensitive outside edges of
her pussy, staying teasingly just inside the moist, pink slit of her wide
stretched crotch. 

'My God!' she thought, 'It's human! It's human!'

She was caught unaware by the gentle probing of the machine. She had geared her
mind to expect a harsher, and more sudden attack on her helpless sex organ. But
this, this was different, it was unexpected and subtle, and she felt violent
shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times
by the rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath this soft attack
helplessly, not able to resist it. She groaned, crying as she prayed that her
body wouldn't betray her again. She couldn't give him that satisfaction too.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and fought it with all her strength, but
the leering Max was not about to let her escape now.

"You like my love making, my dear. I can tell. I shall make you very happy,"
he crooned. Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now, as his
goal was in sight. He knew that he would break her will to resist sooner or
later, and his eyes were alert for every slight twitch of her body for the
first sign of weakness.

Ann moaned again as he increased the speed of the teasing machine. She
could feel the tips of her nipples being sucked, titillated by the sucking
tubes, her ripe full breasts dancing, as the machine's vibration became faster.
The long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her pussy, suddenly flicked
forward on a signal from the box in Max's hand, and she grunted from sudden
pain at the unexpected intrusion spearing into her. She screamed for Max to
stop, tears running down her cheeks. But the incursion grew, and she felt her
thighs being swept wider apart, as the thick lubricated instrument bored
forwards into the tightly clinging canal of her cunt. Her vaginal passage felt
on fire. She ached and her back arched from the cruel position that she was
bound in. She could only moan and plead for his mercy.

"Oh, oh, w-wait, p-please wait! You're killing me!"

The phallus stopped and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of her
tightly-stretched cunt.

"See," Max smiled, "I told you it could do anything."

"But it hurts," she whimpered desperately. "It's too big."

"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't taken half of it yet," he taunted
the stricken girl, flicking the button again, and driving the cruel rod
another half an inch inside of her.

"Ooooohhh," she cried in little screams. The walls of her pussy felt as though
they were being torn apart. Max pressed another button and a warm jet of hot
olive oil spurted from the tip of the rubbery head, lubricating her passage.
The pain eased momentarily, but the penetration increased, and she felt as if
someone were levering her thighs apart, to split her tormented body all the
way up to her vibrating breasts, which were being sucked on without ceasing.
The huge, unbending cock throbbed on, not going any deeper, but expanding,
patiently, her moist warm flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its
nerve-shattering teasing for what seemed to Ann like an eternity, as her body
was slowly changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensations.

Her eyes were still tightly shut, as she fought the lewd sensations rippling
through her helpless body. The familiar waves of pleasure began creeping
forcefully into her. She fought against them with all of her strength, but the
indecent machine pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt relentlessly. A
fire was building inside of her that she couldn't control, and in the end, it
was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened her. An excited moan
escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her tormentor. She was his to do
with as he pleased. His for the taking, but the slavering tyrant in the chair
wanted more, he had waited too long to get this proud young bitch under his
thumb, and nothing less than her total degradation would satisfy his sick lusts
now. He would teach her to scorn him, as she had before, he would show her what
a real man was, before he was through with her, he would have her groveling at
his feet, pleading for it. A lascivious smile flickered across his fat, wet
lips, as he saw the involuntary rotation of her white fleshy buttocks begin.
They were free to move several inches each way, and had begun to clench and
open in rhythm to the throbs of the mechanical cock shoved between her legs.

'My God,' Ann thought through the haze, 'What's happening to me? What's
happening to me? I can't help it, I can't help it...' "No, no," she sobbed
incoherently. "Let me go! Let me go! I can't let you do it! I can't!"

"No, you like it my dove, now don't you?" Max teased from the chair. "I can
feel it. Tell Max how much you like it."

He flicked the button again, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through
the cock imbedded thickly in her vaginal passage.

"Oooooh," she groaned helplessly.

All the while, the teasing tubes attached to her vibrating breasts kept sucking
madly, toying with the now tightly swollen mounds, as though bewitched by
their soft white resilience, squeezing and sucking as though they were alive,
until it seemed that the full rounded globes would burst from the softly
exquisite pleasure tingling through them.

Ann tried to arch upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out. She
flung the long blond hair beneath the band holding her head, from side to side
as she begged him to stop, please stop! But the fat grinning man was a master
at sensual torture, and played on the screaming, struggling body like a master
violinist would on a Stradivarius, producing sounds of pain and pleasure from
her at will: a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock; a whine
of pain from an extra excruciating suck on a nipple. The symphony played on as
the moans from the shackled girl became more desperate with each brutal,
teasing probe.

He increased the intensity of the demon tubes sucking and pulling at her
breasts, until they jerked below her body like quivering mounds of vibrating
jelly. She tried to push back at the thick instrument digging into her from
behind. She wanted more, the hot lubricating juices of her cunt had begun to
flow endlessly, and eased the pain, inciting her desire, and giving her an
unwanted hunger for more. The straps held her tight, she couldn't move back
and groaned in frustration through her contorted lips. She could see his small
beady eyes in the mirror locked in gleeful fascination on her twisted and bent
form. He knew that she had reached the point of no return, and he would have
her as he wanted in a matter of minutes.

"Tell me, my love, tell me what you want." The taunting oily face coaxed,
moving his chair closer, so that he could reach out touch the vibrating
whiteness of her round full buttocks.

"I won't, I-I can't, please, please," Ann's resistance ebbed with the exquisite
maddening pleasures being lavished on her helpless naked form. But she couldn't
bring herself to suffer this final indignation, knowing that this was the
point of final surrender. The thought of begging him to drive the teasing rod
deeper into her, and quench the aching hunger throbbing now like hot licking
flames in her loins, was unbearable.

"Just say it, my dear. Just say it and it's yours. Tell me to fuck you, and I
will."

Ann's dazed mind sensed in horror his use of the word "me" each time he
referred to the machine! He had made it to overcome his impotency, and in the
act of love, he became the machine! He made it do the things that he couldn't.
He was sick! She was in the hands of a sadistic maniac, and it was too late to
do anything about it, the teasing manipulations were driving her crazy!

"No, no," she moaned, lolling her head as far as she could from side to side
in almost unconscious hysteria. "I won't, I can't, I can't, please don't make
me, please, pleeeeease!"

"Do you like that, does it feel good?" he throbbed the penis viciously.

"Ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes it does, it doesssss!" she hissed between tightly
clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I, I don't know, I don't know, ohhh. No, no, don't stop, don't stop!" 

"Say it then," he commanded cruelly, "say it."

"Oooohhh, ooohhh," the helpless girl moaned, all resistance drained from her
distorted mind. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Not like that, my dear," he tormented, "you know the right words."

"Oh, no, don't make me, I won't," she wept uncontrollably, unable to bring
herself to this ultimate humiliation.

"Say it," he commanded harshly, then added the ultimate cruelty, as she sobbed
in humiliated remembrance. "Beg me the way you did those men in the pictures."

He increased the maddening probings, until Ann had no resistance left. The
fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing
mattered anymore, but to still this crazed hunger within her, and she began
blurting out incoherently all the vile filthy words that she knew, pleading
with him, the lust in her desire-wracked body driving her on.

"Oh God," she moaned in final surrender, almost shrieking at him. "Fuck me!
Fuck me with it! Do it! Go on and do it! 

Max pressed the button with the glee of conquest, sending the huge thick shaft
racing up into her, pushing at the soft ridges of the moist warm walls of her
cunt before it, like a rampaging bull-dozer, until it was buried the full
eight inches, deep in her wide-stretched cunt. He stopped it for a moment, at
the apex of where the giant rubbery head throbbed menacingly against the hard
flat end of her womb. Ann's mouth opened and closed in unexpected torment,
until gradually she became accustomed to the tree trunk-like shaft imbedded in
her. She could feel the huge skin-like balls brushing against her clitoris
between her wide-spread thighs. A strange masochistic joy rippled through her.
Even the pain was weirdly pleasurable, and she waved her buttocks back against
it, as much as the restricting belts holding her down to the stand would allow.
The sight she made in the mirror incited her more. This was total subjugation,
being bound helplessly on her knees this way, her arms straight out in the air,
her breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the weird ministrations of the
suction cups. She could see from the reflections in the mirror behind her, the
giant shaft impaling her.

God, it was huge!

It appeared as though her buttocks were stretched beyond all human endurance.
And that monstrous instrument he had waved before her face was now sunk all
the way between them. She could even see the tiny pink ridges of her moist
pussy clasped tightly around the edges of it. God what a hole it made in her.
The lewd picture of her humiliation made her squirm back at it again, to
punish herself more.

"Is it good?" Max panted, now stroking the white globes of her quivering
buttocks with one hand, sweat rolling down his face in profusion. "Do you like
it?" he asked, as he made the instrument throb provocatively again inside of
her.

"Oooohh, yes! Do that again! Oooohh, it's so good, so good!"

"Better than your husband's?" he drooled, slowing the throbbing of the impaling
cock, to hear her final admission of depraved submission. Ann suddenly moaned
at the reminder of Dave, a battle raged within her. She just couldn't say it,
it was all she had left.

"Do you want me to stop," he taunted lewdly.

"Oh no!" she panicked at the thought, "Not yet, not yet."

"Then say it! Say, you are better than Dave, my darling," he said, and
throbbed the cock again.

"Oooohhh, yes, yessss!" she hissed between closed teeth. "You're better,
you're better than Dave, my darling."

Max grinned an obscene grin of victory. He had her now. She wanted it with all
of her being, and now, by God, he was going to give it to her. He flicked
several switches on the box, and the couch started an up and down motion,
sending her white quivering buttocks high up in air, and then down again, like
a jockey riding a thoroughbred horse. The arm connected to the motor began its
back and forth motion, in exact time with the couch. The thick mechanical cock
fucked in and out of her round, stretched cunt in thrusts that traveled its
full eight inches of length. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded
loudly through the alcove, and the slap of the swinging balls against her soft
belly joined it melodiously. Max licked his lips hungrily, as he watched the
reddish skin of the tight, little cunt draw back with the prick, clutching at
it, as if it didn't want it to let it out, and then disappearing inside again
with each forwards lunge.

Ann groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing through her
mechanically-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her
stockinged feet, as she was bucked up and down, sucked and fucked like a
helpless slave by the great, driving machine. Max, the control box still in his
hands, was kneeling down over her now, running his palms over the sensitive
skin of her sweating body. He pressed her buttocks further apart, spreading
them obscenely, and teasing at the red, puckered little hole of her anus with
his fat thick middle finger. Suddenly, he thrust it forward into her rectum,
just as the rubber cock rammed deep into her belly, impaling her like an
insect.

"Ooooohhhhh," she grunted, as he moved it around deep in her anus, expanding
her tiny, tight hole in time to the fucking of the cock into her cunt just
below.

Oh God, how he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore he had
bought for the night. The strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her
again. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be fucked until she
could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling body
was driving her wild with lust incited sensations.

"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted through contorted lips, sweat
dripping from her straining face, the rhythm of the machine and the skewering
of her ass hole and cunt egging her on.

The finger popped from her anus as suddenly as it had slithered in. A great
gush of cool air blew over her plundered hole. Max was kneeling suddenly in
front of her, holding her cheeks between his hands. His short, fat cock was
standing up in erection under the heavy roll of fat hanging from his hair
covered belly.

"Suck it," he hissed through her torment.

She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden sight of the short fleshy
instrument. It couldn't have been over four inches long, no wonder he relied
on the machine. Her strange random thoughts were cut short, as he rammed the
thick rod of flesh into her, crushing through her soft moist lips, into the wet
saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness of his head sliding
down the length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the
huge member ramming into her from behind.

Gloating above her tightly-strapped head, he began to undulate his pelvis,
sliding his short fat prick in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing,
leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern of
her mouth. Ann closed her eyes tightly, to block out the horrible sight of the
graying pubic hairs growing at the thick base of the cock which was ramming
mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her
cheeks wide, as he shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping
pace with the cock fucking ceaselessly into her wide-spread cunt from behind.

Max looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the helpless,
strapped down girl, skewered between his cock in her mouth, and the mechanical
cudgel behind her. He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those
of the machine, ramming forward as it did, levering up on his toes, and
thrusting with all his strength, trying to meet the head of the other deeply
impaled phallus in her belly. He held her head tighter, as she coughed and
sputtered below, as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke,
watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around it, as her mouth
became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.

Ann suddenly felt the rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. The
very helplessness of her position, and the debasing ravishment of her body
brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. She
licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a
demon, her glands slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own
saliva. She sucked hard, hoping for it to end as quickly as possible, as she
felt her own insides erupting in great white flashes of fire, tunneling through
her veins in a ever ending stream of building pleasure. It suddenly burst, and
she groaned around the thrusting cock in her mouth, as her own orgasm flooded
in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hammering dildo in her cunt,
seeping in warm rivulets out of her vaginal lips, clasped tightly around its
shaft, and down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable, and
the whole of her crotch felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious
joy rolled from her eyes.

At the same time she felt his loins crush into her face, the fleshy roll of
his stomach pressing tight against her forehead. His hands gripped her behind
her head, pulling it forward as though he were trying to meet the cock
thrusting deep in her belly. He groaned a soul-searing groan, and flooded her
mouth with his hot, thick cum, which spurted thickly down her throat in great
blasts. She gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid
hungrily, to satiate the abandoned feeling of self debasement that flooded over
her helplessness. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throb
of her wet passage behind, and the spewing cock in her mouth. She wallowed
obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the fat little man jerking into
her face.

When it was over, and he had flicked the machine off with the box in his hand,
a seeming eternity later, she still moaned and cooed, nibbling gently at the
sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair from above, cooing, as
he pressed the button that slowly withdrew the giagantic cock from her forever
stretched cunt. It slipped out with a gentle sucking noise, and a great cool
rush of air filled it, where the instrument had worked it to white hot climax
just a moment before. He stepped back, withdrawing his cock from her mouth
with a slight plop, a thin string of semen following it away.

Ann lay panting in utter exhaustion. Her tortured body couldn't move, as she
watched him stagger back and collapse in the chair next to her still tightly
strapped body. Her eyes fluttered closed, and exhausted sighs of satiation
escaped through her sperm covered lips. The shame of her surrender to his
depraved rape seeped slowly back into her tortured mind.