Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER EIGHT

Only two night ago, Lisa had been snuggling in Connie’s arms, feeling the warmth of Connie’s beautiful tits, luxuriating in the fantastic thrill of Connie’s intimate kisses.

And the beauty of Ben’s fantastic cock. She had sucked his cock, fucked it, and watched Connie do the same.

She now knew just how much she had needed that wonderful time with Connie and Ben. It had been more wonderful than she had even hoped wonderful enough, in fact, to erase all the soreness and sickness of her body and make her calm again.

When she left Connie’s that evening, she felt glowing and warm, at peace with the world.

Now it was all gone. Time had passed, and the recollection of the pleasure and relief had turned to dead ashes. For all the good the memory was doing her, she might as well have dreamed it.

She had gone home to Ken and he had told her about the, weekend with Milt Harris and his wife. She told him she wouldn’t go and Ken had hit her. She screamed at her that if they didn’t get the contract it would be all over. They would be broke.

Lisa said she didn’t care. The money didn’t mean anything to her any more.

Then he beat her some more.

And the more he beat her, the more he wanted her. It was the only way she could turn him on anymore, he said.

Lisa didn’t want him anymore, and told him so. Then he beat her unmercifully until she finally said she would go this one last time. One last time she would be his whore.

But he wanted more than her submission now. He wanted her body.

She didn’t want him. But that didn’t matter to Ken. “You’ll have to rape me,” Lisa screamed.

“Then that’s what I’ll do,” he shouted back at her.

With one swift motion of his arm, Ken ripped open the front of her blouse. She gasped and started to pull away, but he grabbed the front of her bra and jerked her toward him roughly, breaking the clasp at the back of the garment, freeing her full, naked breasts.

Lisa, wide-eyed, too frightened to speak, watched him in anxious desperation as he rose in front of her. There was a cornered, almost frantic look in his eyes as he looked at her. She had never seen him like this before and it frightened her.

“Nice,” he kept muttering again and again as he stroked the soft, resilient flesh of her breasts. “Nice, nice, nice tits.”

He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it, running his tongue around it, until at last it became erect.

“Stand up,” he hissed. “Take your clothes off! Everything!”

Lisa hesitated, searching for some way of dealing with this madman, but she wasn’t even given a chance.

“Move, damn you!” he spat.

Lisa scrambled to her feet. She took off her torn blouse and bra and let them drop to her feet, then unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down together with her panties. She stood completely naked before Ken’s insane gaze. He had knelt before her as she had stripped. He took his time appraising her immaculate beauty, allowing his eyes to devour her nude body. Then, in a whisper so low that even Lisa could only barely hear him, he said, “I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to fuck you, Lisa. And raping you will make it even better.”

Lisa knew then that he was crazy.

Lying on the carpet, Ken unzipped his fly, and took out his limp cock.

“Get down here, baby,” he said evenly. “Suck this thing. Make it hard. I wanna come all over you.”

Lisa knelt down between his outspread legs immediately. As she leaned over his groin, she choked back the sob that welled in her throat. She lowered her head more. Even before she touched his prick, she saw the thing growing, before her eyes, rising to meet her unwilling lips.

Fighting hard to control her trembling hand, she wrapped her fingers around the hot instrument and brought her lips to bear on the tip of it. The staff immediately surged to its full height and thickness. She closed her eyes tightly, and ran her tongue down the side of it. She felt Ken shudder and heard him groan his approval. She ran her tongue down the other side.

She had no desire to indulge in any lengthy preliminaries, as she had done with Connie and Ben. There was no dark, alluring region of this man’s sex that attracted her any more. With Ken she wanted only to be done with it, to take at least the edge off his madness by allowing him to come in her mouth.

Inserting the swollen head of his blood-gorged fuck stick in her mouth, she cupped her lips tightly around the shaft and began sucking vigorously.

Her heart wasn’t in it, and it took a great effort to develop the rhythm that would have been the natural consequence of passion. Her senses were numbed not by lust, but rather by fear. As a result, she was more aware of what she was doing than she would have been had she been pleasing Ben in the same way.

As she sucked, she felt the stiff meat throb against her lips, felt its blunt tip strike her throat again and again, forcefully, as Ken began arching his hips. She was painfully aware of everything, the taste of his cock in her mouth, his grunts and groans, her own rasping breath, his thrashing hips on the floor.

She knew that it wouldn’t take long, before the fuck stick, jamming back and forth between her lips, would be spewing its hot, sticky cum down her throat. She could feel it swelling inside her mouth, acquiring new proportions, growing harder.

In the next instant the flesh-pole was spewing its hot contents down her throat. Only the first two spurts went inside her mouth, though. Then Ken yanked her head back with his one hand, seized his bucking cock with the other, and allowed the rest of his jism to splash all over her face and hair.

Lisa tried to avert her face from the jerking jets, but his viselike grip in her hair made it impossible. His spunk landed in gobs on her cheeks and forehead and chin, until, at last, the muscular contractions of his cock subsided and the last few drops trickled down over his own pumping fist.

Ken continued to stare at her with hit wild, glazed eyes while his greasy cock grew limp in his hand. Lisa trembling under his fearsome gaze, inched up hesitantly and wiped away a glob of cum that threatened to run down into her eye. For some strange reason, he laughed at this gesture and jerked her head violently to one side, throwing her to the floor.

“You’re going up to the Harris’ house Friday afternoon and you’ll do anything those two want.”

And she had gone.

And now she was sitting in the room they had ushered her into, and was wondering what they would want of her. She hadn’t met Nancy yet. Would they want a threesome? What kind of woman would Milt Harris marry?

When her bag was unpacked, she stripped and took a shower. She bathed her body from head to toe, working up large handfuls of lather from her scented soap.

Desire, she thought. Her soap-slicked hands drifted up her torso until they held her tits. To men… and especially to a man like Harris… her tits were objects of desire. The simple shapes of flesh she held in her hands, round and soft and tipped with darting coral tips, were shapes that could inflame a man and bring him pleasure.

She allowed her hands to drift sensuously down her abdomen to her hips, then to her knees and buttocks.

This flesh, too, was flesh that men desired. The lithe shape of a female leg, the tensed curve of a female buttock, the delicate interplay of muscle and bone beneath the skin of a female hip… the look of that could drive a man simply crazy with desire. She had seen it happen often enough, seen what the mere sight of her body could do to a man.

And, of course, there was her cunt. That’s what they desired most of all. But, after tonight, only Ben and Connie would have her cunt. She had decided this would be the last time, even if Ken did come after her. She would get his contract for him, and then she would leave him.

She let her thoughts drift as she stroked her glistening nudity, smoothing the lather into every glowing inch of her skin. By the time the shower was finished, her body was tinging.

After drying herself, she walked nude into the bedroom and went to the closet. She was about to take down one of her favorite dresses, a hip-hugging black sheath cut invitingly low in front, but she thought better of it. With two love-hungry people to entertain tonight, it would be wise to wear clothing she could afford to lose. They might be in a mood for dress tearing.

She picked out a sheer black nightgown, which would come off fairly easily. The material was thin enough to reveal most of her body, but she didn’t bother putting on any bra or panties. The sight of her in that gown would probably heat up both of them, and the faster they heated up, the faster they would be finished with her.

There was a tap on the door.

At first she thought he was alone. He stood in her doorway smiling, just looking at her as he had the last time he’d been with her.

“Hello, Lisa,” Milt said.

“Hello.”

“Can I come in?”

“Certainly.” She stood aside and looked around him into the hall. “Where’s your wife? I thought you wanted two at once. That was the idea of getting us up here, wasn’t it?”

“Not exactly.” He stepped through the door into the room. “I’ll bring my wife in here in just a minute. I want to talk to you a bit first.”

Lisa shut the door and stood with her back against it. Milt crossed the room and lit a cigarette.

His eyes shifted around, and Lisa got the impression that he was nervous about something, maybe even a little embarrassed.

Now what on earth was there for this man to be nervous about?

Unless the pleasures he planned for this evening were very offbeat and unusual.

Her mouth felt suddenly dry. “Well?” she said.

He glanced at her, and his eyes took in her barely concealed nudity from head to toe. He looked at every part of her body but her face.

Then he started talking, making excuses. He was rambling like a high school boy on his first day, and Lisa knew that was a bad sign. She remembered this man as being very sure of himself, and not the sort to get embarrassed over anything trivial. The way he was acting now.

She closed her eyes for a moment and saw images of painful perversion, of mad and twisted lust.

“Can I just ask, Lisa? Will you promise not to get mad if I just ask?”

“What is it?” she said without opening her eyes. There was a long silence before he could get up enough nerve to phrase the question. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

Lisa’s eyes snapped open. He was looking at her face, but his gaze dropped quickly. “Been with a woman?” she repeated.

“Yeah… you know… had love with a woman. Now, I already said I’m just asking, Lisa. I’m not accusing you of anything… I don’t want you to get insulted.”

“You mean,” Lisa said slowly, “Have I ever had a lesbian affair?”

“Yes. That’s what I mean.”

“You really want to know?” she asked. Her voice was very flat and calm.

“Well… yeah.” He shuffled his feet and still refused to look her in the eye. “That’s why I asked.”

“Very well,” she said. “The answer is yes.”

He looked up from his shoes. “Yes?”

“Yes,” Lisa said. The man had lost control of his facial expression, and the twitching movements of his features almost made her laugh. “Many times, in fact.”

“Oh.” He smiled. “Good. That’s what I wanted to know.”

“Tell me,” Lisa said. “What has that got to do with this evening?”

“Well… my wife… is kind of a man… and a woman…”

Did he mean AC-DC?

“I want to watch the two of you fuck.”