Alicia Pennington stood in the hallway outside the Norman Blake Detective Agency mustering her courage.

"It's too late now," she told herself. "What is done, is done. Either I go through with this, or..."

Taking a deep breath, she firmly knocked on the heavy wooden door.

"I'm going to do what I have to do, because it's all I can do," she whispered to herself.

The man who answered the door looked nothing like the private eyes seen on television, nothing at all. He was tall and skinny, with greasy black hair that hung in front of his eyes. His face was long and sunken, giving him an almost cadaver-like appearance.

"Alright," he said once they were seated in his office, a large empty room furnished with only a desk, two chairs, and an old broken down sofa. "Lets you and I talk."

"About what?" she asked.

"About certain photos in my possesion," Norman said with a leer.

Alicia placed a stack of $50.00 bills on the desk.

"I indicated in the note I left for you yesterday that I was willing to pay your price," she said, flatly. "What's there to talk about?"

She dreaded what she knew he was going to say. But she didn't want him to know it. As she watched him count and put away the money, she tried her best not to show her true feelings.

"There's more to this than just money, Mrs. Pennington. You're asking me to lie to your husband --my client. In order to set my ethics aside, I'm going to require some persuasion," he said, grinning nervously, as if half expecting her to slap his face.

What he didn't know was that one of Alicia's girlfriends had warned her about Norman Blake. She knew all about his ethics and exactly what kind of persuasion he was referring to.

Self-consciously smoothing her dress with her hands, Alicia stared straight ahead with a blank expression.

"I understand," she said, calmy, although her stomach was turning with revulsion.

"Then you realize," Norman said, licking his lips, "that you are only paying me in order to solicit my cooperation? If you want the pictures, you're going to have to give me something other than money."

"Yes."

"Well, Mrs. Pennington, there's only one thing I might accept in trade. The only question is; are you offering it?"

The lecherous look on his face made Alicia sick to her stomach. Crossing her legs nervously, she folded her hands in her lap and said, "Yes."

Norman was disappointed. In his dealings with desperate women, he much preferred a woman who would cry and beg before finally giving in. Her aquiescence seemed to give her the upper hand. Maybe if he embarassed her, he thought, he could break through her icy cold facade.

"Ok. Let's see what you have to offer. Stand up and show me your legs."

Alicia hesitated for a moment. Then, realizing what he was up to, she slowly stood up. Without blinking an eye, she lifted her dress, displaying her lucious, creamy white thighs.

Norman looked at his fingernails and feigned disinterest.

"Come on, you can do better than that," he told her. "Your legs go all the way up to your waist. You're going to have to show me your panties before I can decide if I want what's in them. Now, hike that dress up as high as it'll go."

As her panties came into view, Norman leaned forward and stared intently. He was intentionally trying to make her feel like a slut. As he slowly looked her up and down, he rose from his seat so that she could see the bulge his hardon made in the front of his trousers. Focusing once more on her crotch, he said, "Now, pull 'em down and show me your bush."

"No," Alicia said, lowering her dress. "You've obviously seen enough.o we have a deal or not?"

Norman grinned. He considered calling her bluff. Then decided against it. Experience had taught him not to demand too much too soon. She was a proud woman and she just might withdraw her offer.

"Well," he said, ogling her breasts, "I've only seen pictures of your tits. But, you look like you ought to be a decent piece of ass. I'll give you what you want if you'll give me what I want," he said, squeezing his penis through the fabric of his pants. "Agreed?"

"On the condition that you tell my husband his suspicions are unfounded, and that you give me all the evidence you have collected to the contrary, first."

"Wait here," he told her.

"All the photos and the negatives," she insisted as he walked out of the office.

When he returned, a few moments later, he handed her an unsealed envelope and a bulging manila folder.

"That's everything," he said. "When you've finished reading my report to your husband, you can mail it yourself."

Alicia carefully examined everything and then stuffed it all into her purse. "All right," she said, preparing to leave. "Where?"

Norman pointed at the sofa.

"There," he grinned.

Alicia looked at him in disbelief. She had envisioned a dark, sleazy motel room with a squeaky bed and semen stained sheets. She hadn't expected anything quite this tacky.

"I ain't gonna wine and dine you," he said, sarcastically. "I'm going to fuck you. You society bitches always think you're special. Well, Snow White, you're paying me to let you spread your legs. If you want to spread 'em, you're going to spread 'em right here, on this couch, just like the rest. Now, quit stalling and get your clothes off."

Setting her purse on the chair, Alicia stepped out of her high heels. With a sigh of resignation, she reached for the pull string on the single bare lightbulb that lit the room.

"The light stays on," Norman barked.

"No," she snapped, tugging on the string. "I'm willing to give you what you want, where you want it. But, I want the light out."

"Ok, Princess, have it your way," he laughed. "I've seen the pictures. I've had a real good look at everything you've got. Now, strip. You've got some whoring to do."

Norman smiled, knowing how humiliated she felt. He knew she was trying to preserve some of her dignity by not letting him see her naked. He'd let her have her way for now. As soon as he was sure she wouldn't change her mind about being fucked in exchange for the photos, he could turn the light back on and look all he wanted.

Alicia walked over to the sofa. Except for the light coming under the door, the room was dark. She heard Norman lock the door, and the rustle of his clothing as he began to undress.

There was no turning back now. She took a deep breath, unzipped her dress and slipped it over her head, almost stumbling in the dimly lit room. Despite the fact it was a warm spring afternoon, the large, windowless office was cold and drafty, and her nipples stiffened when she removed her bra. It was like disrobing in a tomb. As she peeled off her stockings, she felt like she was in a scene in some sort of cheap horror movie, offering herself to an animated corpse in some kind of macabre, satanic ritual. Wearing only her white silk panties, she watched the scrawny silhoette moving toward her, dreading the inevitable touch of its boney, skeleton-like hands.

The shadowy form suddenly gripped her shoulders, squeezing them, sending a violent chill down her spine. Her skin crawled as she felt icy fingers sliding to her hips, finding her panties, and then pulling them down the curved length of her long smooth thighs. When they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them, and waited for the groping and fondling to begin.

She felt like a whore. In fact, as far as she was concerned, that was exactly what she was. But she told herself she had to do it. If she didn't surrender herself to Norman, her millionaire husband would learn the truth about her and throw her out without a penny. She was selling herself for her husband's money.

"Open your legs," Norman ordered.

When she complied, he pushed his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply. "You rich cunts always smell so good. Well, your snatch ain't gonna stay fresh and clean for long. Unless you've changed your mind, your little fuck-hole is going to be good and sloppy when you leave here. Are you sure you want to go through with it? Do you still want me to stick my dick up your

crack?"

"Yes."

Alicia swallowed hard as she felt his tongue trail up across the firm flatness of her belly, and his hand slide into her crotch. She had to force herself not to run. She tried to detach her mind from her body as best she could.

As his hands squeezed and rubbed her pussy, his tongue moved higher. A low snicker came from his lips as his mouth enveloped the jutting nipple of her left breast, and his other hand began kneading her small, firm buttocks.

After a minute of so, Norman spread her labia with his fingers, testing her for wetness.

"Good," he thought to himself. "She isn't turned on the least little bit. Her twat is dry. She's going to be a real good fuck. There's nothing better than giving it to a woman who doesn't want it."

Moving his hands to her shoulders, he eased her slender body on to the threadbare sofa, sliding his own scarecrow-like form on top of her's. Alicia was thoroughly disgusted. He reeked of cigarettes, stale beer, and anchovie pizza. The couch smelled just as bad. Beside the stench of mold and mildew, there were also traces of expensive perfume and the unmistakable odor of

dried semen and vaginal juices. The cushions were covered with grit that stuck to her naked flesh, making her itch all over. She squirmed beneath him in an attempt to scratch her back. But it did no good.

Moving his mouth to her other breast, Norman pressed his body firmly against her's. She could feel his swollen penis pressing against her thigh. Like the rest of him, it was long and skinny. His knobby knee worked its way in between her legs, forcing them apart.

Suddenly, without warning, Norman pulled away from her and got to his knees. As he knelt between her open legs, Alicia thought she heard him spit. Her stomach turned as she felt her vulva being smeared with spittle.

Norman grinned to himself as he wiped his fingers dry on her belly. In his mind, degrading a woman was as pleasurable as fucking her.

"When you've dicked as many unwilling women as I have, you learn to deal with a dry hole. I find spitting on a girls cum-catcher usually does the trick," he told her.

Then, moving closer, he made a loud snorting noise, and spat again. This time, directly into her crotch. It was all she could do to keep from wretching as a large, gooey glob of snot landed on her pussy, running down, over, and between the soft folds of her labia.

"Well, enough foreplay," Norman laughed, positioning the head of his cock between her slippery cunt-lips.

Alicia lay motionless. She was thankful for the darkness; she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She felt his hands grip her narrow waist, and then pain as he pushed his way into her. In spite of his crude idea of lubrication, she was still too dry. After several short, painful jabs, he had penetrated her less than two inches.

"You're a tight little slut," he said, lowering his body onto hers. "But, I bet you've been told that before. A cum-hungry whore like you probably hears it all the time."

Placing his hands on her breasts, Norman began to gently massage the two soft mounds of tit-flesh. For the longest time, with only the tip of his penis lodged in her vagina, he lay fondling her tits. Occasionally, he would kiss her neck or lick her nipples. But he remained perfectly still from the waist down.

It seemed to Alicia that he was waiting for something. She was sure he wanted her to respond in some way so that he could ridicule and humiliate her further. She knew if she did or said anything, she would be accused of 'asking for it'. She didn't want to invite more abuse, but lying there beneath him, waiting for the inevitable, was only prolonging her torment.

As she tried to decide what to do, she heard the distinctive clack-clack sound of high heels on the linoleum in the hallway outside. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped and there was a knock at the door.

Alicia's heart leapt into her throat. She knew the door was locked, but she didn't trust Norman. He had obviously planned for this to happen. It was what he had been waiting for.

"Give me a kiss," Norman whispered. "Make it good or I'll pinch your titties 'til you scream."

As his mouth crushed against her's, Alicia parted her lips and let his tongue slither into her mouth. The putrid taste of his breath nausiated her. But she didn't dare show any sign of displeasure. Feeling his fingers tightening on her nipples, she realized he wasn't satisfied with just passive submission, Frantically, she thrust her tongue into his mouth and began kissing him passionately, in spite of her revulsion. As his hands withdrew from her breasts, she heard a woman's voice call out, "Mr. Blake? Are you there?"

Alicia couldn't believe her ears; she knew that voice. The woman at the door was on the city council. Alicia had seen her on TV asking to be re-elected, just this morning.

Norman slid his hands under Alicia's arms and gripped her shoulders. Pulling his mouth free, he whispered, "She's next. By this time tomorrow, I have her right where I've got you. She'll be flat on her back, with her legs spread, and my dick in her twat."

He gave Alicia a quick kiss on the lips, and then continued, " I'm going to make her bring her lesbo lover with her. The girlfriend can watch. And then when I'm done, she can eat my cum out of her lover's cunt. With a good lezzie show, I can usually get it up a second time. Then, the girlfriend can take her turn on the couch, and I'll dick her too. Just like the rest of you. Just like this..."

(continued)

Subject: The Pennington Case by J.J. (m/f, forced sex) 2/2

From: an339433@anon.penet.fi (The Mudshark)

Date: 1996/08/18

The Pennington Case (Part 2 of 2)

Norman pulled on Alicia's shoulders, and at the same time, pushed with his hips. In one long, slow agonizing thrust, he rammed his dick in to the hilt. Pulling back, he slammed into her as hard as he could.

Alicia felt like her insides were being ripped out. The pain was excruciating. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming. His cock wasn't as large as some of the men she had had sex with. But the lack of proper lubrication made it feel like a big rusty pipe. The delicate lining of her vagina was being rubbed raw. Out of self-preservation, she hoped her own natural lubricants would start flowing soon.

The sofa creaked loudly beneath them, as Norman pumped his prick into her clinging pussy. The woman in the hall slid a note under the door, and Alicia listened to her footsteps as she walked down the hallway and left the building. Alicia knew the woman had heard the creaking noises; she had heard them herself, yesterday when she had been the woman in the hall. She couldn't help wondering what poor woman had been on the sofa then.

Norman was surprised by Alicia's silence. He knew he was hurting her. But she refused to even whimper. As he plowed into her again and again, she didn't make a sound and she didn't move a muscle. He could hear her breathing, and could feel her oily cunt juices gradually coating his dick, but he wouldn't have gotten any more enjoyment out of fucking a life-size ribber doll if it weren't for the pleasure he got from her degradation.

He released her shoulders and moved his hands down her sides, following the curves of her gorgeous figure. Grasping her behind the knees, he lifted her legs into the air. Faster and faster, he pistoned his prick in and out. As hard as he could, he stabbed his cock into her pussy, yanked back, and stabbed again.

"Oh, Mrs. Pennington," he said. "If your husband could see you now. He tried to find out if you were whoring around, but all he accomplished was to get one more dick up your sweet little slit. It was real nice of him to toss a sexy piece of ass like you my way. This is the best week I've had in months. I dicked a pretty little teenage debutuant yesterday. You are almost as good a fuck as she was. And it looks like I might have a pair of lezzies paying for the privilege of spreading their legs for me tomorrow. And to top it all off, the younger of the two cunt-lickers is a man-hater. She is really going to hate men when I'm through with her. She's going to get fucked like a whore-- just like you."

Alicia covered her face with her hands, trying to stifle a sob. She hoped and prayed it would be over soon. The fact that it meant he would ejaculate, made her sick to her stomach. But she wanted to be free of him. She wanted to go home and bathe.

Gradually, Norman eased his pace. She was good and wet, now. His cock slid easily in and out of her pussy. With each stroke, he pull out as far as he could. And then, slowly refilled her cunt with his dick. Using every millimeter of his long penis, he pushed in as far as possible and punctuated each shove with a grunt.

The soft sound of Alicia sniffling in the darkness was like music to Norman's ears. Laughing loudly he said, "I bet you even cry at weddings."

He tried to kiss her again, but found her hands in the way.

"Uncover your mouth," he told her. "I want some more tongue."

Quickly, she folded her arms over her breasts.

"No," she said, turning her face to one side. "I'm letting you do what you wanted. Now, do it and get it over with."

Slipping his prick out of her pussy, Norman dropped her legs and got up from the sofa. Before she realized what was happening, the room was flooded with light. Alicia sat up and tried to cover her nakedness with her hands as best she could. Glaring at him, she said, "Shut it off!"

Norman laughed. "Listen, princess, you're in no postion to give orders," he told her with a

sneer. "I give the orders around here. Now, lets get something straight. You aren't letting me do anything; you're paying me to let you prostitute yourself. Well, the way I see it, a whore's work is finished when she's pumped full of cum. Until then, you do what I say, like a good little slut, or the deal is off. Now, move your hand and let me see your tits."

Alicia hesitated for a second, then did as he said. Her eyes followed him as he walked to the door and picked up the note from the floor. His face twisted in an evil grin as he read aloud, "Monetary arrangements have been made. My secretary and I will meet with you at the specified time to discuss any details."

Walking back to his desk, he smiled at Alicia, and said, "Show me your box." Slowly, she took her hand from between her legs. Norman put the note in the center drawer of the desk, and shook his head.

"When I wanted to look at your bush, you only let me see your panties. Now, I want to see your gash, and you show me your bush," he said, sitting down.

"Come on, sweet cheeks, open your legs. Spread them nice and wide like they were a few minutes ago."

Closing her eyes, Alicia took a deep breath. As she exhaled and moved her knees apart, her entire body quaked with anger.

Norman stroked his dick with his hand and laughed. "That's better," he said. "Just do as you are told, like a good little whore, and we'll get along just fine."

Slowly opening her eyes, Alicia glared at him. But, the look of hate on her face, only served to make him smile.

"Play with yourself," he said, grinning like a schoolboy. "Finger that gooey hole."

Sighing softly, she slid her hand in between her legs, and slipped her middle finger into the warm wetness of her vagina. Shaking his head from side to side, Norman laughed and said, "Who are you trying to kid? You're not that tight. Stick another one in there."

After a minute or so of watching her masturbate, Norman motioned for her to stop, and said, "Your slit ought to be good and juicy, now. Bring it over here."

As she approached, he extended his hand, palm up. "Ok, slut," he said, raising two fingers. "Climb on."

Standing there, staring at his hand, Alicia did her best to hide the humiliation she felt. She wanted to refuse, but knew she couldn't. "Come on, Mrs. Pennington," he said, wiggling his fingers. "I'm waiting."

With a single tear rolling down her cheek, she got on her tip-toes and straddled his hand. Holding her breath to keep from sobbing, she spread her labia with her own fingers, and lowered herself onto his.

"Now, Princess," he said, tugging her by the cunt, and pulling her closer. "Feed me some tit."

As she guided her breast into his open mouth, she felt his fingers begin to move up and down, in and out of her pussy. Noisily sucking on her tittie, he pumped his cock with one hand, and fingered her cunt faster and faster with the other.

Norman only mouthed her tit for a few seconds. Then he pulled his face away, and grinned, wickedly.

"Now you're going to give me some tongue like I told you to earlier. Only now, I want your mouth to taste like pussy. Is it all right with you if I smear some cunt juice on your lips?"

With abject disgust, Alicia eyed the oily fingers hovering in front of her face. Reluctantly, she nodded her head in agreement.

Chuckling softly, Norman pressed his gooey fingers to her full pouting lips. As Alicia stood there motionless, he moved his hand slowly from side to side, coating her lips with her own pussy juice.

He felt her tremble and knew she was fighting to hold back her tears. Hoping to make her break down and cry, he slipped his fingers into her juicy cunt hole several more times, and used them to paint her entire face and finger-fuck her mouth.

But, Alicia stubbornly refused to give him the pleasure he wanted. Disappointed, he wiped his sticky hand on her hair, and pulled her face close to his.

The moment their lips touched, Alicia slid her tongue into his mouth. Again, he was disappointed. She was being too cooperative.

As her tongue swirled around his, Alicia felt his hands on her breasts. Suddenly, blinding pain shot through her as he viciously pinched and pulled her tiny nipples. Screaming into his mouth, Alicia tried to pull away. But Norman held her firmly by the tits.

After a second or two, Norman pulled his mouth from her's and laughed, releasing her nipples.

"I owed you that from last time," he said. "Now, go bend over the arm of the couch and spread em'. I'm going to dick you some more."

Alicia massaged her aching breasts and moved herself into position. Doggie-style wouldn't be so bad, she thought. At least they wouldn't be face to face. She didn't have to smell him.

Norman moved in behind her and caressed her firm, silky smooth buttocks. Sliding his hands over her hips, and then between her thighs, he eased her legs further apart. Moving his face in close, he kissed her once on each cheek of her ass. Then, he spit on her anus.

"No!" she cried, bolting upright. In her opinion, the very thought of anal sex was revolting. She had never tried it and was determined not to. Her mind raced desperately for an alternative. But, there wasn't any. She felt Norman's fingers grip her hips and heard him snickering in her ear.

"Listen, Princess, we made a deal. You agreed to give me what I want. Well, I want to fuck you in the ass. Now, if you want me to keep my half of the agreement--bend over."

She had already endured too much to give up now. There was nothing she could do. She had to submit. With her teeth clenched and her eyes clamped shut, she bent over.

Norman looked at her quivering upturned butt and smiled sadistically. She was almost to the breaking point, and he knew it.

"A lot of women like it in the ass, but I don't want to force you against your will," he said, with mock compassion. "It doesn't matter to me if I dick your shitter, or give my report to your husband. The choice is your's, Mrs. Pennington. What do you want me to do?

Alicia knew he wanted her to ask for it. Evading the question by telling him what she didn't want, would only postpone the inevitable. She tried to hold back her tears, but it was useless.

"I want you to sodomize me," she said, crying uncontrollably.

Norman grinned wickedly. Her sobs were like music to his ears. He put the head of his swollen prick against her puckered anus, and started pushing his way into her tight little butt.

"Oh God. It hurts," she whimpered. "Please, go slow."

Norman couldn't have been happier. She was finally begging. "I can't understand you with all that blubbering," he laughed. "Did you say you want it rough?"

Gripping her firmly by the hips, he plowed merilessly into her virgin rectum. He continued shoving until the entire length of his dick was buried in her butt, before pulling back and slamming into her with all his might.

Pushing her face into the reeking, cum-stained seat of the sofa, Alicia let out a blood curdling scream. Never in her life had she experienced such pain. She felt as if she were being impaled on a burning fence post.

Yanking back, Norman stabbed into her again, penetrating her ass as deep as he could.

"I know you love it, you fucking, little whore," he growled, as he gyrated his ass, savagely stretching her tortured sphincter.

Alicia clawed at the cushions beneath her. She was nearly hysterical as she cried out in pain, "Stop! Please stop. Please!"

Norman slowly withdrew his prick.

"Have you changed your mind, Princess? Don't you think all that money is worth a little pain? If I stop now, I'm going to have to turn those papers over to your husband. Do you really want me to stop?"

"No," she sniffled. "Just, please be gentle. I'll double the money I gave you if you'll be gentle."

"No deal," Norman said, shaking his head. "We continue on my terms --or else. Now, take my dick, put it in your asshole, and beg for it. And I don't want to hear any fancy words like sodomy. Talk like the dirty little slut you are."

Slowly, Alicia reached back and wrapped her fingers around his hardon. Wincing with pain, she placed its head into her sore anal opening and said, "I want it up the butt. Screw me in the ass."

"You can do better than that," Norman laughed.

"Please," she sniffled. "Butt-fuck me. Stuff your big dick up my fucking ass. Dick my nasty little shit-hole."

"That's better," he said, slowly stroking in and out an inch or two. "If I'm not gentle enough, just holler. It won't making any difference. But I enjoy hearing it."

Once more burying her face in the sofa cushions, Alicia braced herself. She had no doubt in her mind what was going to happen next. Suddenly, her ears were filled with the sound of her own screams, as Norman jammed her butt full of meat.

Repeatedly, he punched his prick into her bowels, making her convulse with pain. The sound of sweaty flesh slapping together filled the room, puncuated with animalistic grunts and muffled cries.

Over and over, Norman brutally slammed into her tortured rectum. As he increased his pace, the pains shooting through Alicia's body blurred into one continuous agony. Then, blackness, as she slipped into unconciousness.

When she came to, she found herself sprawled on the floor with Norman straddling her face. The moment she opened her eyes, Norman pushed his feces-coated cock between her lips and into her mouth.

"Suck," he told her, tugging on her pubic hair for emphasis. "We're going to do lunch. You'll be having Shit-dick with Cream Sauce."

Whimpering with disgust, Alicia tightened her lips around Norman's filty dick and allowed herself to be face-fucked. She had never in her life felt so low and degraded. Her cunt, tits, and asshole all ached. Her face was glazed with dried pussy juice. Her mouth tasted of her own excrement and would soon be filled with sperm, something she had never allowed. And she knew she would not only have to let him cum in her mouth, she would have to swallow it, too.

She didn't have to wait long. Norman pumped her face only a short time before shooting his load into her mouth. The first blast went straight down her throat.

Norman pulled his dick back until just its tip was between her lips. Semen continued to spurt into her mouth, coating her tongue. He wanted her to not only swallow his cum, but to taste it, too.

Almost gratefully, Alicia swallowed his thick sauce. She had been pumped full of cum. She had fullfilled her part of the bargain.

As soon as Norman climbed off her, Alicia scrambled to her feet. Throwing on her dress, she stuffed her hose and bra into her purse. Unable to find her panties, she slipped on her shoes and hurried across the room, out the door, and down the hall, with her dress still unzipped.

When she had gone, Norman took her panties from his back pocket. Stapling them to a Polaroid he had taken while she was unconscious, he dropped them into the bottom drawer of his desk, adding them to his collection.

When Alicia got home, she went straight to the bathroom, undressing in the shower. She washed herself over and over again until there was no more hot water.

Later, as she lay on her bed, she couldn't help thinking about the City Council women, Norman's next victim. She wondered if the poor woman knew what she was in for. And if any woman deserved to be subjected to such pain, humiliation, and degradation.

Then, with a wicked smile, she picked up the phone and called The Blake Detective Agency. When Norman answered the phone she said, "Hello, Mr. Blake, this is Alicia Pennington. I would like to hire you to investigate my step-daughter. I'm sure if my husband learns what a slut daddy's little angel is, he'll disinherit the little bitch."

"And, Norman," she added. "If you get her on the couch, I want you to ream her ass good. I don't want her to be able to sit down for a week."

The End