Spouse in Torment

CHAPTER NINE

The woman was weird, downright strange. And the relationship she had with her husband was even stranger.

Nancy seemed unable to utter a sentence without using her husband’s name in it.

“She’s pretty, Milt.”

“She has nice tits, Milt.”

“Shall we take our clothes off now, Milt?”

“Do you want me to kiss her cunt now, Milt? Do you want me to suck her tits now, Milt?”

“Can you see all right, Milt? Do you want me to move a little so you can see better, Milt?”

And Milt, who sat alone in a chair near the corner of the bedroom where he could see everything, always seemed to answer her questions the same way.

“Yes, Nancy.”

“That would be fine, Nancy.”

“A little more to the left, Nancy.”

Milt sat naked in the chair and directed the performance with his cock. The two-piece orchestra, consisting of Lisa and Nancy, obeyed his directions down to the smallest detail.

It went on and on. Now and then when Nancy or Lisa had exhausted themselves, the performance would stop for an intermission. Sometimes, Milt would call a momentary halt to the preceding, and they would wait until he was ready to conduct again.

During these breaks, Lisa managed to get a little sleep, but it was a light sleep, filled with lurid dreams and weird sensations. The dreams made sleeping almost as tiring as remaining awake.

And when she woke up, it was always because Nancy had received some instructions from Milt, and had begun to perform again.

Nancy was small and slender, but not actually thin. Her body was saved from true skinniness by a lithe framework of muscle, which accented her curves and planes and hollows.

Her breasts were just about the size of baseballs, and set very wide apart so there was no great cleavage. Her skin flowed from her armpit and swelled out over the hard mass of one breast, then dipped into a flat plane almost three inches before rising over the shape of the other. The two, hard hemispheres were tipped by nipples hardly any larger than a fingerprint, almost colorless little discs, with tiny thrusting points rising out of delicately pebbled flesh.

Nancy’s hair was blonde and she wore it cut short around her small head. The rest of her body was hairless.

It wasn’t simply that the hair had been removed. As the evening wore on, and as Lisa became more and more familiar with the woman, she came to the conclusion that Nancy had simply never much body hair.

This unnatural smoothness added the final touch to the woman’s strange body. She looked almost like a hairless and muscular little boy who had somehow lost the symbols of his maleness and exchanged them for a pair of rubber-ball tits.

Nancy was exciting she was lithe and skilled in the ways of pleasure.

According to Milt, Nancy was a lesbian. Also according to Milt, Nancy was his wife. It was a pretty strange combination, but not exactly unthinkable. Lisa could picture an arrangement like that. She had slept with more men than she could count and none of them had ever changed the basic arrangement of her life with Ken, except the night with Ben and Connie.

At one point, Lisa found one of Nancy’s hard little mounds offered to her, and took it quickly, caressing the nipple hard. The woman was just as cool there as her kiss had been. The flesh was firm and resilient and wonderfully rigid where Lisa touched it, but quite tasteless. While her mouth busied itself, Lisa’s free hand roamed Nancy’s body until she was holding the other breast full in her palm. The shape was exciting; the firmness of it was fascinating in her fingers; the thrust of the pale tip reminded Lisa of past loves and past excitements.

But there was no excitement for her in this moment.

At Milt’s enthusiastic direction, Nancy moved her hands down along Lisa’s body, feeling her breasts and hips, working the soft flesh methodically in her strong fingers. Lisa felt those fingers on her legs, taking possession of her. Nancy’s hands scooped down underneath to grab hard at Lisa’s buttocks.

Milt was watching it all. Lisa knew this even if she couldn’t see him. Every time she opened her eyes, all she saw was Nancy’s trim figure poised high, the woman was kneeling on the bed beside her, and bending with total concentration over Lisa. Milt was watching every move, and he had one hell of a good view. Nancy had moved Lisa around with her hands and now Lisa’s cunt was aimed straight at Milt’s fascinated face.

Lisa tried to play along with the game. She put out her hands and stroked Nancy’s buttocks, letting her fingers drift lightly around the tight globes, along the hollowed sides. She explored her body intensely, looking for some kind of pleasure. After all, wasn’t Nancy a woman? Didn’t she had everything a woman should have? And didn’t Lisa get her principal pleasure in life from handling and being handled, kissing and being kissed, loving and being loved by a woman?

She couldn’t find a thing. There was no warmth, no electricity, no sign of excitement or life, nothing but cold.

Milt was saying something. Nancy was moving her body dutifully. The smooth buttocks flexed and slid out of Lisa’s fingers. She opened her eyes and saw Nancy flexing as she moved to get her balance then lifted one round leg and settled her cunt.

Lisa knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes. Only a few minutes before her fingers had discovered Nancy, and that repelling memory was still vivid in her mind.

Nancy’s cunt lips, the same ones which had felt so alien and fishlike against Lisa’s lips, now formed themselves into a kiss. Nancy’s hands were clutching Lisa’s buttocks again, lifting her with surprising strength. Lisa felt the brush of Nancy’s blonde hair along her legs, then felt the woman’s ears settle against the flesh of her thighs.

Then Lisa felt the kiss. Bloodless and cold, like the kiss of a zombie, even in the midst of the most intimate moment two women could share.

Milt was talking again. “Now make her come, Nancy.”

As if she were a robot, Nancy moved over Lisa’s body. Her fingers fanned out, so that one touched the tight entrance to Lisa’s asshole, and the middle two lay on her soft cuntal lips.

Lisa sucked in her breath as a forefinger slipped between the tops of her thighs and touched the little roll of clit skin there. Her throbbing little clit stiffened at once. Lisa’s mouth opened as her stomach fluttered, dipped in, pushed out, the muscles beneath the smooth flesh falling within the control of the other woman’s moving fingers. They were very white against the dark thicket of Lisa’s pubic hair.

Those fingers toyed there, rolling and pushing, making her clitoral erection slip back and forth beneath the pressure of Nancy’s touch. Standing there, watching the two naked women, Milt saw Nancy smile. Lisa smiled in return. Her eyes were starting to gaze.

But the smile left her face in a rush and her nostrils flared as she gasped.

Her hips came alive, moving. Her buttocks rolled on the bed as if controlled from outside her. They were no longer in her control. Her mouth wouldn’t close. Her staring, misty eyes did not want to remain open. She tossed her head. Black hair whipped and flailed around it.

Milt saw her all-over flush as heat mounted in her, rising up into her belly. Nancy’s hand and clever fingers moved on. Lisa writhed. She could no longer see, no longer hear.

Again it came in soft waves that flooded her cunt and turned her belly into an inferno.

“Oh, damn, oh, damn! Nancy, I’m commmmiinnngggg! Oh, God, I’m COMING!”

Arms outspread and face red and sweating, Lisa gasped and moaned. And when the waves had risen to their highest point and were lapping, lapping away, she convulsed. Nancy ceased her attentions to the other woman’s clitoris and spread her hand wide again, listening to her ecstatic screams.

Suddenly she jerked to a sitting position on the bed and threw her arms around Lisa. Nancy’s mouth rushed down onto the tip of one big naked breast. Milt frowned, watching Lisa stiffen and jerk. She emitted a pained little cry. Nancy was biting her nipple.

“Now, Nancy, get up on your knees and stick your ass out and ready while I strap the darling leather cock on Lisa,” Milt said, “so she can fuck the shit out of your ass.”

“No! It’s too big, Milt,” Nancy gasped. “Please, I don’t want to.”

“But you will,” he said, handing a gigantic, ribbed leather dildo to Lisa. “Here, put this on and fuck her with it!”

“I won’t do it,” Lisa said.

“Yes, you will,” Milt replied, a grainy insistence in his voice.

“The hell I will!”

“Then I’ll have Nancy fuck you with this phony cock. It makes no difference to me. I just like to watch.”

“Yes… that’s it, Milt. Let me fuck her ass with that big dick,” Nancy begged.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Nancy, honey? You’d really tear up her asshole for me to watch?”

“Oh, yes… yes!” Nancy said, grabbing the dildo from him.

“No!” Lisa said, struggling to free herself from Milt’s viselike grip on her shoulders. “You fucking perverts can’t.”

“Oh yes we can,” he hissed. “And you will. You think you and your husband can con me? I know your game. I’ve known it all along. If you want that contract from me, you’ll have to pay for it. And this is how you’re going to do it. We’ve got a couple of neat surprises for Ken when he gets here tomorrow, too, haven’t we, Nancy, honey?”

“We sure have,” the blonde grinned. “You bastards!” Lisa hissed.

Then Milt looked up at Nancy and nodded.

The blonde didn’t have to be told. She took her hand from her crotch, with reluctance, but it was with eagerness that she strapped on the long, fat, leather dildo. A couple of straps had to be tightened a little; Nancy possessed both thighs and waist that were much smaller than Lisa’s.

Lisa remained limp, humiliated and defeated and filled with shame. Milt lifted her, turned her and shoved her upper body forward onto the bed. Going around to the other side, he took hold of her wrists and leaned forward toward her. She lay with one cheek on the sheet. Lisa didn’t look at him.

Nancy wasn’t as vicious as she might have been.

She smeared the oversized leather dildo with Vaseline. Milt watched it jut obscenely from her, wagging and bobbing like the real thing when she moved. She came over behind the kneeling Lisa. Her hands dropped to the girl’s lovely round asscheeks. Lisa moaned and shivered, anticipating the worst. She convulsed and went rigid when Nancy shoved the artificial cock up into her ass.

“Aaarrrrrggghhhhh!” Lisa gasped.

Her face contorted and her arms tensed as she tried to jerk free of Milt’s grip. He held her there. She couldn’t even grab the bed to aid herself in crawling away from the huge hot log that forced its violent way up her ruptured ass.

Nancy’s bright blue eyes caught Milt’s and she grinned. She withdrew, very slowly. He knew that was a new agony to the moaning Lisa, whose anal muscles would be frying to speed up the slow emergence of the chunk of leather from her asshole. Nancy smiled as she looked down to watch the shining black cock slide with liquid ease out of the puckered and straining asshole.

It was beautiful, Milt thought, beautiful to watch, and he shivered in delight. His balls were beginning to tingle.

Nancy’s fingers kneaded the fleshy little swells of the other, woman’s cheeks. Then she surged swiftly back in a sudden sadistic lurch that shot her deep into Lisa with a violently convulsive shock. Again Lisa cried out and again she went into a jerking, puffing attempt to free herself of the thick impalement. She was unable to escape.

The leather cock stabbed deep, like an oil drill pounding into the earth. Lisa shrieked again at the sudden force of that deep invasion of her clutching rear hole and the long cavern within.

Milt loved it. Nancy’s wagging, undulating, fucking body; the other woman’s contorted face and trembling form; the intense excitement of wall had him erect, throbbing and pulsing hard. He bit his lower lip as lewd thoughts leaped into his mind. He looked around. Up at Nancy and around again.

She saw and sensed his preoccupation. A little frown appeared on her face. She was suddenly still, with her phony prick sunk halfway up Lisa’s ass while she waited for… whatever it was. She looked questioningly at him.

“Lisa, if you move, Nancy will ram herself into you with all her strength,” Milt breathed.

Lisa sobbed and clamped her mouth to save herself the humiliation of another audible sign of her intense anguish.

Milt released her wrists and went around the bed. Nancy watched him coming, smiled, then jerked and quivered when he slid a hand between the two tiny globes of her asscheeks.

“Hold still,” he muttered, moving away. He had to open two dresser drawers before he found what he wanted. They would be ruined, but he knotted a stocking around each of Lisa’s wrists, dragged the delicate but strong material out to tie it to the metal frame of the bed. Lisa wouldn’t be moving now. She was held just as firmly as if he held her. Stockings that would run at the touch of a fingernail or splinter would also keep her in check with incredible strength.

He returned to Nancy. Using a small amount of her Vaseline, he stepped behind her. She sighed and quivered in delighted anticipation. She was relaxed, quivering with sensuality, and his cock was coated with slippery petroleum jelly. It was easy. He poked it between her jutting cheeks and watched the huge, blood-filled head open her, then sink deeper and deeper into the cock-loving hole of her anus. He felt the warmth of a tight rim of flesh close around the knob of his prick. It damped sweetly, all around his driving shaft, as he pumped it into her.

The two pumps were moments apart. Milt’s final hard thrust had driven him all the way into Nancy, whose body surged forward with the impact of his hips against her flat little asscheeks. And her forward lunge sent the dildo rushing just a deeply into Lisa kneeling there helplessly before her.

Nancy twisted her neck to give Milt a huge smile of enraptured pleasure. “You,” she murmured, “are an iron man… and a genius! You’ll fuck us both at once!”

He nodded and brushed her hair with his lips. His hands slid over the flat of her hips, flaring out on either side of his entrenched cock.

“Just move with me,” he murmured. “Go forward when I push, come back with me an instant after I pull. I’ll fuck you both at once. So will you, you’ll be fucking yourself and the bitch at the same time!”

Milt moved. Nancy moved. Helplessly, jarred and shivering, Lisa moved. Each strong thrust of Milt’s hot, bursting cock into Nancy’s thin ass jarred her forward to stab Lisa’s rectum deeply with the dildo jutting from her loins. Each time he withdrew, Nancy followed a second later, giving him a second fucking as she slid her wet, warm asshole back up his cock and eased hers out of Lisa’s ravaged asshole in preparation for the next deep stroke back into its soft inner surfaces.

The three of them filled the room with their grunts and groans as they rocked and sawed together in a daisy-chain reaction.

Looking over Nancy’s shoulder, Milt could see the black pole that jutted from her every time it slid up into the tight walls of Lisa’s asshole. It was so thick that it spread her tight cheeks with each in and out drive.

And below, on her inner thighs, glistened more than one trickle of pale fluid as blood drooled out of her ravaged asshole.

He did not stop or allow Nancy to stop buggering the other woman until Nancy, too, was drooling with juice and he was coming.

“Ohhhhh, shit, fuck, piss, cunt, cock… COCK!” Milt Harris was screaming. “Oh Nat. Nat, my darling boy!” Milt cried, as his boiling cum erupted into the rectum in front of him. “Why did you do it? Why did you have your cock cut off! Why! I LOVED YOU AS A BOY!”

And now Lisa knew what had been so strange about Nancy. But still she stayed, her mind in a total fog.

The night passed, and nothing changed. Sometimes she slept, only to be awakened by cold greedy lips nipping at her. Sometimes she caught glimpses of Milt in his chair, saw him so frantic with lust over the sight of them and so insanely preoccupied with his own body, that she could hardly believe she wasn’t still dreaming.

And through it all, Nancy’s smooth, dry nudity against her, never ceasing and never coming to Lisa.

When dawn broke through the windows, something terrible had happened to Lisa.

Milt was still in the chair. In the morning light, his skin looked gray, and his face looked crumpled as an old shoe. He was asleep, and breathing harshly between parted lips.

Nancy was also asleep. Lisa turned her head on the pillow and found the woman an the bed beside her. Her limbs were arranged as perfectly as those of a corpse… legs together, elbows close to the sides, fingers laced across the abdomen. Even lying flat on her back, Nancy looked solid as ever; the twin lumps of her round little breasts rose high, with no trace of shifting or flattening.

Lisa moved herself painfully to the edge of the bed, and managed to stand. Her mind was fogged from lack of sleep, from passion unfulfilled, and from something else she couldn’t name. The something else, whatever it was, gave her the strength she needed.

She walked across the room to where Milt sat slumped in the chair, his hand resting limply against his leg. She curled her fingers, glanced once at her long red nails, then struck him across the face.

Milt’s head snapped up. His eyes opened and shifted drunkenly, trying to focus on the woman standing before him.

“Get out,” Lisa snapped. “I want to dress.”

Milt rose from the chair cautiously, as if afraid any sudden movement on his part might be dangerous. Lisa stood tall and, completely nude beside his chair, but he didn’t once look at her body as he came to his feet and crossed the room to the bed.

He touched Nancy’s shoulder, and she awakened immediately.

“Let’s go,” he said. His voice sounded very hollow and tense.

Lisa remained standing in the same spot, watching Milt and Nancy as they dressed. No one spoke. If Nancy sensed anything wrong, it didn’t show in the rubber mask of her face. As for Milt, he seemed almost as weird as his wife, except for the occasional apprehensive glances he threw in Lisa’s direction.

When they were dressed, the two of them left the room without a word. Lisa listened closely until the door down the ball had slammed.

She went slowly over to the bed, and stretched herself out upon it. The early morning sun had made a pattern of bars across the ceiling, and Lisa fixed her eyes an them.

Her body never moved, her face remaining completely expressionless, as she followed the progress of the sunny stripes down the wall.

Then she realized that they were the same bars she had in her own apartment. They were the bars of her cell, and she was going to escape from them.

Quickly, she showered, dressed, and packed. Milt met her at the foot of the stairs.

“If you leave before the weekend is over, it will be that much harder on Ken,” he said.

“That’s tough shit,” Lisa said, and stomped out of the house.