Kidnapped teen

PART TWO

"Why do you want to know?"

Hunter was a little perturbed with me. I'd been asking him about his money. He always had a lot, but he wouldn't tell me what he did for a living.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" I asked.

"I never said I didn't. I don't understand your suspicions."

"I'm not suspicious. It just seems like a perfectly normal question to me. What do you do for a living? How are you going to support me? Aren't those normal questions for a wife to ask?"

"I told you what I do. I invest."

"In what?"

"Whatever makes money. Now damn it, don't keep pressing me on this."

"But Hunter…" I said, feeling a little hurt, but not wanting him to get pissed, "don't you want to confide in me."

He blew up.

"Damn you anyway! Who the fuck needs this shit?! You think I do? Well, you're wrong. I don't."

"Oh… don't yell at me. Please? It's our honeymoon, and I don't want to spoil it."

"Good. Quit prying into my affairs."

I couldn't figure out what he was being so secretive about. And I couldn't figure out why he was being so angry about it. But I apologized to him, not because I really felt like I'd done something wrong just because I wanted to have a happy honeymoon, and pretty soon, he was back to his old self.

My mother had complained about the same thing.

"He either doesn't have a decent job, or else he's involved in something illegal. I don't want you to get involved with him. You're a damn fool if you do. Imagine… a man not wanting to tell the woman he's going to marry what he does for a living."

Well, maybe I should have listened to my momma… but at the time, I didn't want to listen to anyone or anything that would have interfered with Hunter and my wedding.

We eloped, and we went on our honeymoon to Las Vegas… and I had a good time.

Hunter did some gambling, but not very much, and he told me that he won a little at the tables.

So I was thinking that we were doing all right.

But then, one night, just before we were supposed to go back to New York, I found a gun. It was a small hand gun, but it looked like an expensive kind. I didn't know very much about them, but I did know that it wasn't the kind of gun you buy in a pawn shop for fifty bucks. He'd paid a lot of money for it.

I couldn't figure out what he was doing with a gun, but since it had been in one of his suitcases, I didn't tell him that I'd found it. I didn't want him to know that I'd been going through his bags… which is exactly what I'd been doing.

I hadn't learned anything else about him, unfortunately, but that gun was more than enough to make me feel uneasy.

All the more so after he came back to the hotel room. He was really excited.

"Hey, hey, Marilyn. Would you look at this…" he said, throwing a large pack of bills on the bed.

"My God, where'd you…?" I began, but then I picked up the pack and started to count them. "Hunter, there's ten thousand dollars here."

"I know. I got lucky."

"Oh."

That didn't make me feel too good. I couldn't imagine him standing down at the tables long enough to win ten thousand dollars… and I certainly hadn't expected him to be so strong a gambler.

But I didn't say anything. Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, even if I didn't approve of the way he got it. What worried me was that after we made love, he said he was going back down to the casino, and that he'd be back later to take me to dinner.

I asked him not to go, but he got pissed at me and told me not to interfere with him.

He left, and for some reason, I thought about the gun. It was gone when I went back to check on it.

And later that night, while he was taking a shower before taking me to dinner as he'd promised, it was back in his suitcase again.

But it had been fired.

By the time we got to New York, I was already a disillusioned bride. I was, afraid of my husband.

My mother had told me, "He's a bad seed. He was a delinquent when he was in school around here, and he ain't no better now, except that he's a delinquent on a large scale, which means he's a criminal."

"Mother…" I'd scolded, patiently, "you can't do that. You've got to give him a chance."

Well… I was thinking now that she might have known more than me.

He never did tell me anything about what he did for a living… or where he went when he was gone.

And he'd be gone sometimes for a week… maybe more.

"What the fuck you want to know all that shit for?" he'd complained one night when I was trying to get him to confide in me, "don't I provide you with enough? Shit, look at this place. You live in fucking luxury, in the greatest city in the fucking country, and you're complaining."

"I'm not complaining, Hunter. I'm just… scared."

"What the hell are you scared about?"

"You. You're not like you were."

"And how was I?"

"You were nice."

"Am I mean? Do I beat you? Have I ever split your lip? Have I ever broken any bones?"

"No. You're just not honest with me."

"I've never lied to you."

"Where do you go when you disappear? Why don't you call me? What do you do with your life?"

"I earn money to keep you in this apartment. That's what I do," he said. "But you haven't answered my question. Do I beat you? Do I hurt you?"

"Of course not. That's why it's so difficult for me to understand."

He sighed, but I knew that he wasn't going to tell me anything. We'd been married for only three months, and I was ready to quit. I hated New York, I didn't know anyone here, and I didn't know my way around enough to trust myself to go out alone… and so I just sat alone in the apartment, overlooking Central Park, wondering why I'd done it. Hell, I knew why I'd done it. To get out of Sludge Falls… and he'd seemed like he'd be the one to get me out.

Well… now I wanted to go back, but I didn't dare leave him. He'd never hit me… but I didn't for a minute kid myself into thinking that he wasn't capable of it.

I knew better.

I needed something… anything…

I had to get out of the apartment, had to do something to ease my boredom and take my mind off my husband.

So finally, one night, around eight, when it became clear to me that he wasn't going to come home, I got myself all dressed up, made myself look just as foxy as I knew how… (mainly because I didn't want any hassles with getting carded because I looked too young) and then I walked out to the street and flagged a cab.

I climbed in, and he sat there.

"Drive," I said.

"Where to, Lady?"

"I don't know."

"I hope you don't want me to tell you."

"I might. Where's a good spot for someone like me?"

He turned around and stared at me.

"Depends… what's someone like you looking for?"

I let a long moment pass, and then I said, "What do you think?"

He seemed to jump just a little, and then he said, "I'll tell you what. I'll get you over to the neighborhood, but you're gonna have to chose your spot after that. Okay?"

"Just drive."

I didn't know if my ruse was working or not, but I felt more confident just by acting like I was confident.

He took me over to Third Avenue. "You just wander up and down here, Lady," he said. "You ought to find what your looking for in any one of these bars."

I wasn't sure yet just what I was looking for, but by this time, I'd figured out that the cab driver at least was convinced that I wanted to get laid, and for want of anything better, I decided that I'd go for it.

"Say look… could you tell me something?" I said.

"Shoot."

"What do I do?"

He turned around to star at me again. "Huh?"

"I don't know my way around the city. I've only lived here for a month. I'm kind of nervous."

"Lady, you walk in, you sit down, you order a drink, and before you got it finished, you walk out with whoever you want. All right? Now look, don't keep reminding me what a lousy job I got, having to drive this hack all night long, 'cause if I had a chance, I'd take you home myself."

"So do it."

"I can't."

"All right, then let me take you home."

"You're crazy."

"I know. I'm also horny."

His eyes bugged at that. "Christ, Lady, you realty are looking for it, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I am."

I opened the door, and he started to tell me that I hadn't paid him yet, but I opened the front door instead, slid onto the seat next to him and said, "You sure you won't reconsider?"

I felt my heart pounding. I was scared out of my mind. The cars were racing past on Third Avenue, the sidewalks were crowded, and I could see a variety of bars up and down the street, all, of which seemed to have attractive people fashionably dressed wandering in and out of them. I then looked at the driver.

He was in his mid-thirties. He was good looking, kind of… but he looked like he'd been around.

"Come on… what do you say?"

"Lady… you're putting me in a bad spot… I mean… I gotta earn a living."

I was getting tired of arguing. I decided to give him my best shot, which was to pull my dress up to my waist.

I was wearing a sexy pair of panties that Hunter had bought for me on our honeymoon, cut real brief, see-through…

I spread my legs.

"Jesus, Lady, cool it, would you? I mean, there's people around."

I dropped my dress, tossed him ten bucks and opened the door.

"Hey wait!" he yelled.

"Not a chance, clown. You waited too long."

I slammed the door and walked down the sidewalk.

I felt strange. That was something that I'd never done before. I couldn't imagine what I would have done with him if he'd have taken me up on my offer… where we'd have gone… I mean, would I really have taken him back to Hunter's apartment with me? That seemed too risky, but I thought about it some more… and I realized that as I was thinking about it, my thighs were starting to get really moist.

I was getting turned on… and it wasn't just the idea of fucking a stranger that was turning me on… it was the idea of fucking him in my husband's bed.

I was getting so aroused, I knew that I'd have to do something about it.

So, I followed the cab driver's advice and turned into the first bar that looked inviting.

Donovan's, and there was a large crowd, all of whom seemed to be well on their way to vicious hangovers.

I perched myself at the bar, ordered a straight tequila and when the bartender set it in front of me, I had it downed before he could even go back for the lemon slices.

"More," I said, looking at him evenly. "A double."

He cocked an eyebrow and smiled… but he didn't look convinced.

And I didn't give a shit.

I didn't realize it at the time, of course, but I didn't give a shit about anything.

I was pissed… I was lonely… I was frustrated… and I was hurt.

And I wasn't in much of a mood to think my way through it. I wanted to get my sweet young ass picked up, and I wanted whoever did it to be ready to fuck my eyes out.

It took about five minutes, by which time the tequila was weaving a wicked path right through the center of my brain, slashing neurons and syapses at all points along the way.

I smiled at him… he was already turning blurry, but there was a nice head of blond hair on top of his shoulders, and as near as I could determine, he was good looking and he seemed to be fairly conversant with the English language.

He was a winner in my book.

I don't remember much of what we said. Stupid things like: "So, what do you do?" (from him), and "I get drunk," (from me)… back and forth like that.

The next thing I knew we were climbing back into a cab and I was giving him my address.

Which is another way of saying I was asking for death. But at the time, I wasn't thinking about anything.

We got inside the apartment, and he started to talk again, but on the way over in the cab I'd decided that talking wasn't his best suit, so I wanted to see if he had other attributes that would interest me more.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Hard.

I pressed my hips up against him and rubbed up and down over his crotch.

There was a bulge there… a stiff one, if my sense of touch was still working between my legs. It was.

He knew when to shut up. Thank God. He kissed me back, and then his hand was on my left tit and his other hand was fumbling around with the hem line of my dress.

I pulled away from him and turned my back to him.

"Unzip me," was all I said.

"Hey… you really don't waste any time, do you…?" he said.

"What gave you your first clue?" I asked. "Are you going to unzip me, or are you going to waste time with a conversation neither one of us is going to remember in the morning?"

"I see…" he said, unzipping me.

Feeling his hands on my body gave me a strange feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant.

In between my thighs, there was a furnace raging… a passionate pit of lust, and the heat was increasing with… each second. I wanted something to quench the flames, but I was afraid that anything he might have would only make them burn higher, until finally they consumed me.

I wiggled out of my dress, let it fall to the floor and then I turned back around.

I had a very flimsy, lace bra covering my tits, and the aforementioned pair of panties over my pussy, and my shoes… and that's it.

As I slipped off my bra I said, "You're not going to fuck me dressed like that are you? I was hoping to see a little more skin."

He acted like it had just occurred to him.

"Oh," he said, "I guess so," and started to get out of his clothes.

I stopped him and took over myself, almost ripping his shirt off his back. "Hey, easy, would you?"

"No. I don't do it easy, and I don't want it easy. I just want it. Now."

I felt my clit pounding between my cunt lips. I felt my nipples, swollen and stiff, like two pebbles.

I was shuddering from a mindless kind of lust that I didn't even bother trying to understand.

I reached for his cock as soon as I could get to it, stroked it a couple… of times to a throbbing erection, and then I said, "Now… right here. Fuck me. Right here on the floor."

He was past arguing with me. He'd been staring too hard at my tits and my cunt to put up any fight.

He grabbed me, tossed me to the floor and fell on top of me.

I was out of my head as soon as I felt his cock crawling across my body, moving down between my legs, starting to press between my cunt lips.

"Oh God, yes. Yes! Oh yes, fuck me… fuck me. Give me that hard pole."

He had a kind of dazed look in his eyes, like maybe he'd never had someone come after him this hard, but I didn't care.

I just opened my thighs, pulled out his cock and guided it toward my hole.

The juices were flowing full and fast inside my cunt.

He pressed the head of his cock against me and as my cunt hole opened, it was like a flood was unleashed over him.

"Shit," he said as his cock slid into me with no resistance at all, "you're wet."

"I know. I'm hot too. I love it. Jesus, you feel good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Just keep fucking me."

He did it too.

I have to say, he had a nice sized cock, one that I could feel all the way inside my pussy.

In the relatively short time since I'd met Hunter, I think I'd developed a lot more sophistication about sex than I'd had when he first met me.

Now I was able to use it, and measure my effect on a total stranger.

I'd have to say I leveled that poor bastard. He really never knew what hit him.

I was hot… and I kept getting hotter. If there were flames in my cunt, his cock was like throwing gasoline on them.

I pounded my hips up against his body, thrusting harder and harder with every stroke, forcing the thing to delve deeper and deeper into my hot, steaming box.

I felt him pressing against the back wall of my cunt, and it was delicious, but hardly enough to satisfy me.

"Faster," I said. "I want more."

"I… I can't go faster…" he stammered. "Not yet, anyway."

"What do you mean?" I cried, feeling desperate now. "I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"But… If you keep that up, I'm going to come… I don't want to come yet…"

I looked him in the eyes and I said, "If you come now I'll have your balls. That's a promise." And I kept rolling my hips, driving his cock in and out of my cunt hole.

But I could see by the look on his face that he really was right on the verge of coining.

That's not what I wanted… not at all. So… I suddenly jumped up and said, "You wait there."

"Hey… wait," he cried, but I was already running out of the room.

"Just keep it hard," I called back over my shoulder.

I ran into my bedroom, and there, on the table next to the bed, was a hair band right where I'd left it the night before. It was a strong rubber band with an elastic cloth covering over it to keep the rubber from pulling and breaking strands of hair.

But I had something different in mind for it.

I ran back out to the living room, and there he was, still lying on the rug, cock still stiff and throbbing, and eyes still puzzled.

"I've got just the thing for you," I said, and before he could ask me what I was talking about, I had the rubber band sliding down over his cock, and then I gave it a half loop and rolled then doubled-up band all the way to the base of his cock.

I could see the veins running up and down the sides of his shaft immediately start to bulge out more thickly.

"Holy shit," he said, "it's like a cock-ring."

"Yeah. Now, you can fuck me as hard as you want, and it doesn't matter if you come or not."

I stared at that shaft, growing stiffer even as I studied it, and then, I climbed back on.

This time, be was lying on the carpet, cock sticking straight up into the air.

I spread my pussy lips, flashed my pink cunt slit for him to see, and then, I started to impale myself on the throbbing shaft.

It was nice and stiff now, and wider than it had been before.

"Oh… yeah…" I moaned… "That feels great. Really great."

I started to shake and shudder as the thing split me wide open, and I felt the inner space of my pussy chamber filling up… filling with an ever increasing pressure.

The muscles around my cunt hole stretched apart even though they were constricted and clenched tightly shut.

I wasn't going to take any time getting that cock in me.

I'd never had a fever in my cunt that was as strong as this was, and I couldn't stop to think about what I was doing.

Fuck him… fuck him… that's all I could say to myself. Fuck that cock. Stuff it up you… and fuck fuck fuck the night away.

"Yeah," I gasped, "that's a real nice tool you got there, boy. I really love it. Now fuck me with it. Fuck me the way I deserve to be fucked. Fuck me fast and hard, and don't stop for anything. Not even if my husband comes home."

"Husband!!!" he yelped.

Bad move there, I told myself, but too late. I was in no mood to stop now.

"Don't worry, he's not coming home. What do you think I am… a fool? Now fuck me!!!"

And I raised my hips up off him, pulled almost the entire way off, until his glans was sticking just inside the rim of my pussy hole, and then, just as I felt him getting a little restless and nervous, making noise about getting out of the apartment, I let myself slam back down on him… hard and fast, driving his cock in a straight line right through me.

I screamed, but so did he.

I pulled off his cock again, and this time, I didn't wait as long before slamming myself back down on him.

And I tried to fall back onto his cock with even more force this time than before.

I screamed again.

"Oh God! Yes. Oh God yes!! Split me wide open!!"

I did it again. And again. I started to find a rhythm that he seemed to be able to plug into, and as we both began to match thrust for thrust, he seemed to forget my comment about my husband.

Up and down on that cock, splashing cunt juice all over the throbbing shaft.

I couldn't stand it, it was so delicious. I thought I'd lose my mind.

For the first time since I'd moved to New York, I wasn't bored… or lonely…

I was hot… and getting laid… and it was a nice feeling.

Harder… harder… harder…

Up and down.

The two of us moving together.

Cock… cunt… melting into each other.

Blending.

Merging.

The sensations getting stronger… stronger… more and more delicious… more excruciatingly delightful.

I was screaming now… screaming so hard that I couldn't even think.

I felt him come.

It didn't matter… all that happened was that his cock squirted a bucket of cum into my box.

But it stayed just as hard as it was before.

And now, with all that added lubrication inside my cunt, I was able to fuck even faster… more furiously…

Harder!

Faster!

Over and over again…

Up and down… up and down… feeling my orgasm starting to build… knowing that I could fuck as long as I needed to fuck… knowing that I could fuck as hard as I wanted to… that I could come as long as I wanted to come.

The first wave hit like the marines on Iwo Jima.

I exploded.

I soared.

I was shattered into thousands of tiny, quivering pieces.

My mind turned to smoke.

All that I had left was sensation… endless streamers of sensation, somehow loosely formed into some kind of human shape.

But I wasn't human.

I was an animal.

I was nothing but mindless lust… mindless, insatiable lust.

I was a cunt.

I lived for my cunt.

I thought with my cunt.

My cunt was my reason for existing… and stuffing it with this cock became the single most important thing that I'd ever done, or would ever be likely to do.

Welt look, when you're in the middle of an orgasm like I was having, you kind of develop a different standard of values.

The first wave subsided, but it was immediately replaced with another, building to a crest more powerful than the previous… and when that broke, there was another… right behind it… and another… and another… and another…

I couldn't stop.

I didn't want to stop.

I just kept on fucking… harder… harder… faster… faster…

His cock driving in and out…

His hips rolling up at me… rolling back away from me, only to thrust the other way again, and drive his cock back into me…

I have no idea how long I'd have been able to keep it up.

Quite possibly the rest of the night… maybe all the next day.

It's an interesting question.

I may try to answer it some day. That night, however, I was unable to reach a natural end to my fucking… and so I really wasn't able to determine how long I could have gone.

You see… Hunter prevented us from continuing.

I never heard him come in.

The first thing I knew about it was a foot slamming up into my asshole… a hard driving kick.

It was a mean, nasty blow… one that sent a wave of sickening pain shooting through my body.

It shot me forward, causing me to spill off his cock, and tumble over onto the floor.

He looked up, and then, he started to whimper and babble incoherently.

His cock had turned a deep blue.

It was still just as stiff, however.

And I have to say, it was beautiful, despite the fact that at that moment, I realized that it may welt have cost me my life.

"Hurter," I said. "I didn't think you were coming back tonight."

"Apparently not."

He looked down at the boy… whose name, I realized all at once, I hadn't even bothered to remember.

"You go ahead and get dressed," Hunter said, "and if you can get it alt done and get your ass and alt trace of your ass out of here in five minutes… I'll let you live. Sound fair enough?"

The guy wasted no time.

I don't think I ever saw anyone move so fast… and then he was gone.

Hunter looked at me, looked me up and down, and then he said, "You have made me very disappointed, Marilyn. And I don't know what to do about it."

Then, reaching down, he grabbed a large hank of my hair and putted me to my feet. "But I think I might know a few places to start."

I was scared… but I'd been fucking so hard, I actually managed to work off some of the alcohol that was in me… and also, when you're real scared, convinced that your life might be in danger, your brain tends to sober up real fast, no matter what you've put in it.

Hunter, on the other hand, seemed to be slurring his words a little, and he seemed to be just a little bit unsteady on his feet.

"There's only one thing I want to say to you first, Hunter," I said to him, making my voice just as soft and sexy as I could.

"What?"

It was a moment's hesitation, but that's all I needed. I was crazy. Therefore, anything was possible.

I rammed my knee up into his groin, and he went down.

I did it again, just to make sure he wouldn't be moving for a while.

Then, I got dressed, packed enough clothes to fill a small suitcase, emptied his wallet, and caught a cab for the airport. Sludge Falls was looking damn good.