More Sex, Please! E-Book

Aubrey Rain

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

He was speaking now, aloud to her. He was saying things that couldn't be true, and yet she knew they were! There was something in the insane way he looked at her, something in the measured cruelty of his voice that eradicated any doubt!
Duke approached the bed, his hate-filled eyes taking in every lovely inch of woman flesh laid out before him. Mutely, his hands moved over the button and zipper that confined his meager manhood as he spoke. The special, sadistic joy of telling her of her fate was almost as tantalizing to him as the things he was about to do to her.
His eyes moved from her tender pink slit, exposed now by the way her legs were drawn apart, back up to her eyes as he levied the last verbal blow.
"Gary isn't coming back." The statement was flat, but the impact was momentous.
How did he know Gary's name? How did he know anything about them? She had never set eyes on him before in her life!
"Gary works for me." Reading her thoughts, he continued ruthlessly. "The minister who married you is not a minister at all. He is an ex-con... murderer, I believe. Yes, that's right. An ex-con who prefers to make his money in this quiet way now."

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More Sex, Please!

Aubrey Rain

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

A sickening lump made its way from his stomach to his throat as his mouth went dry with the old bitterness. No, she was not Lucille. She was not the girl of six years ago who had become Mrs. Duke Reed only to run off with her lover a month later. She was not the sweet, young innocent who had taken him so thoroughly, emotionally as well as financially!

No, the girl in the lobby, waiting breathlessly to consecrate her marriage to Gary Helling, was not the same one who had laughed so cruelly at Duke's first, clumsy attempts at lovemaking. Hers was not the same mouth that had shouted filthy streams of obscene, humiliating insults and had hissed with contemptuous superiority.

Ah, no, she was not Lucille, but she would do! Oh, how she would do!

Gary talked to the desk clerk in hushed tones as Sondra moved freely about the lobby, taking in her surroundings. The hotel was small and certainly not in the main of things, but it had a look of elegance; a sort of quiet, intimate welcome.

She smiled to herself at her appraisal. Everything seemed intimate to her; the plane, the taxi and now the hotel. And why not? She glanced back at Gary and felt the thunder in her heart.

He was so handsome, so sure of himself, so much of everything she had always hoped for in a man. And to think that two weeks ago she hadn't even known he existed!

Small wonder that her parents refused to meet him or hear anything about him! The letter she sent declaring his presence in her life was answered immediately by a long distance call from her father. She knew his carefully chosen ultimatum was supposed to quell her with its impact, but somehow it never touched her.

Had his threat concerned anything other than Gary, it might have been a difficult decision. Until she met him, Sondra wouldn't have believed anything was more important than finishing college.

Apparently her father was banking his trump card on her scholastic ambitions as he tried to lure her back to the realm of reality with the authority of his checkbook. If only he had let her explain, but he wouldn't hear anything she wanted to tell him. There was nothing to do but obey the dictates of her heart and worry about repercussions later.

---Dear Mom and Dad. I am married. I'm sorry I had to do it without your blessings etc., etc, but you wouldn't listen. We're off on our honeymoon. Contact you when we return.

Love, Sondra---

She still couldn't believe they were in Panama! Gary had been so secretive, insisting on keeping their honeymoon city a surprise until they boarded the plane in San Francisco. Even winding through the narrow streets of San Felipe on the way to the hotel she had to keep reminding herself that she was not dreaming.

Gary slipped his arm through hers, smiling down at her as he spoke. "Well, darling, only a few more minutes until we are alone. Are you as anxious as I am?" His lips brushed against her hair softly, sending goose flesh and chills across the back of her neck and shoulders.

Sondra pressed against him, her eyes low that he might not see just how anxious she was. The fire that had come to life in her groin from the first moment she met him was leaping now like a caged animal within her womb.

As she waited for the last fragments of propriety to be brushed aside, she knew that she would have gone willingly and completely into his arms at any time during their courtship had he suggested it. But he hadn't suggested it, and she loved him even more for that.

Gary winced inwardly at the happiness shining from her lovely face. For a moment he caught himself wishing the whole thing was real, that the marriage had been authentic, that he had never heard of Duke Reed and this easy, dirty way of making money.

Sondra was his third bride in five months. His bank account was bulging with Reed's generosity. He reprimanded himself silently for the brief twinge of conscience. After all, she was only another broad; a little prettier than the others, perhaps a little more intelligent, but still just another broad!

He circled her waist with his arm and led her to the elevator. How strange that he would never see her again after the next ten minutes or so!

To question Reed was unheard of, but Gary could not help wondering why he was told to take her to Reed's own suite instead of the customary room used for the bizarre indoctrination of the establishment. He almost expected to see Reed waiting for them when he carried Sondra over the threshold, but the rooms were empty. Strangely, he trembled with relief.

His part of the business beneath the surface was unpleasant enough without having to witness the girl's terror when she learned the truth. If Reed ever subjected him to that, Gary knew he would have to pull out, easy money or not!

Sondra clung to him a moment after he set her back upon her feet, then turned to survey the plush apartment.

The delicate taste of contentment and expectation raced through Sondra's body, coating every inner fiber of her being.

Her ample bosom peeped invitingly from the low neckline of her dress as she turned to go into his arms again. If he stayed a moment longer, he knew he would blow the whole thing! She was just too damned tempting!

"Honey, I forgot the champagne. Why don't you go ahead and shower and freshen up?" He held her at arm's length and tried to avoid the enticing look in her eyes.

"Oh, Gary," she pushed forward, nuzzling his neck, "we don't need champagne, do we?"

His resistance was faltering as he backed away from her gently. "A wedding wouldn't be complete without it. I'll be right back."

He left without another word, hating to relinquish her grace and beauty to this hotel of horrors.

Duke was always pleased with his choices, but this time he seemed to be more than pleased. Gary wondered what would happen to this delicate wisp of a girl in the weeks to come.

Her deep gray eyes twinkled with unspoken promises as the door between them closed.

CHAPTER TWO

Duke waited impatiently for the sound of the shower, then entered noiselessly, signaling one of his black aides to lock the door.

Tomez slid the apparatus into place, flashing a look of bewilderment to his companion. Both black men were a little appalled and uneasy. The functions they would perform would be the usual, but this was the first time either of them had worked with Mr. Reed. His participation in the initial indoctrination was not only unexpected, it was unbelievable! Never, in all the five years of operation, had he personally engaged himself in this part of the business.

They watched quizzically as their employer stripped the bedding down to the silky fitted sheet and sprinkled it with fine pebbles from a brown bag. From the same bag, Mr. Reed produced short lengths of rope, the type they used to restrain the new captives, and handed them to Tomez to lay aside for the right moment.

Tomez kneaded them in his palm, surprised to find them entangled with small sticker burrs. Shrugging, he tossed them over the headboard and stationed himself opposite Reno. They stood alert on either side of the bathroom door and kept their eyes cast down.

Their positions would have been enviable among their friends had they been free to discuss it outside the hotel, but that was one of the curses of the job. Perhaps the only curse. There was an unwritten code between Reed and his employees about the hotel. If the bond was broken, the man in question could be certain that he would be eliminated... permanently.

Duke allowed his eyes to stray from the door long enough to assess the two gleaming, half-dressed bucks. He never failed to feel inferior to the black men who worked for him, even though he himself had set the qualifications for the aides. He hated them simply because they were everything he was not. He hated them because they could meet the requirements of his stringent qualifications.

These two were perfect specimens; this much he had to appreciate. Each towered over six-feet-two. Each weighed a minimum of two hundred pounds. Each could produce an erection of not less than eight inches in length and three inches in circumference. Their health and physique touched the mark of excellence in every aspect.

Yes, his men were everything he was not, with one exception... they were illiterate, and they could take orders without question and receive their pay without remorse or conscience.

He studied their faces, pleased to note the absence of any emotion save perhaps, uneasiness due to his presence.

A profitable organization couldn't be run on the basis of one's personal likes and dislikes. Duke knew these men and others like them were the very pillars of strength in his enterprise. Their purposes varied, but each was as important as the other, and without them his success would be limited... very limited.

He settled back into one of the chairs and returned his attention to the bathroom door. He could hear her humming and mumbling to herself... Happy, fresh, eager! The bitch!

He became oblivious to the aides as the evilness of his thoughts spread across his face with a lecherous smile. If the curves he had seen beneath the contours of her dress were all hers and not padding, even her figure would compare identically to Lucille's!

He pictured the scene ahead. She would be terrified; they all were, he was told. It wouldn't matter. He had been terrified, too, on that first night of his honeymoon. All of his anxieties, his doubts, his frustrations had been wrapped up in that night. All the lonely years of his boyhood and the years after it seemed pivoted upon those moments. He hadn't believed his own fortune in having found Lucille and in having her return his love. She had even consented to marry him, a few seemingly small arrangements made beforehand. Yes, he too had been terrified!

Waiting for the lovely replica of the long-dead Lucille, his elation was complete. Somewhere in the dark crevices of his mind, Lucille had been forced to return to life and give him his due of revenge!

Somehow, Sondra had become Lucille! His dark thoughts crept through the tormented ruins she had left behind. God, how he hated her!

The sounds behind the door ceased. Duke tensed. The rustling of chiffon floated through the wall. The door opened and for a split second, Duke felt the happiness he should have known that night six years ago. The moment was beautiful! Beautiful because he had captured the look Sondra wore for Gary when she stepped from the bathroom! A look Lucille had never made any pretense of wearing for him! He hugged it into his possession at the same instant Sondra began screaming.

Black arms snaked around her from every direction, pulling her toward the bed. It happened so quickly, so unexpectedly! She heard the sound of her own voice rippling back from the walls and saw flesh, her flesh, bursting into full exposure.

Duke felt his undersized prick grow stiff as the flimsy gown was ripped away and cast aside. SHE WAS LUCILLE! She was the bitch! The whore! The cheat! She was the one who had wiped away the only threads of decency he ever had!

There was no need for reverence or consideration now. She was revealed, and his awed nature no longer existed!

All the strength contained in her small, perfect form drained away quickly as the shock of what was happening hit her in an overwhelming flood of terror. Gary had been gone for over twenty minutes! Her mind reached for ways to rationalize, but it was useless. Where was he? How did these vile men get in? Had they done something to Gary? Was he dead?

No! He can't be! Oh, hurry, Gary, hurry!

The gleaming black bodies moved effortlessly through their chores as though the object of their work was not kicking, biting, screaming and flailing around. Sondra couldn't believe their deft strength as she felt herself being bound to the bed as easily as a rag doll. Her only thought, her only remedy for salvation, was Gary, and she kept repeating his name softly even after she lost the breath to cry out for him.

Almost as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The aides moved away from the bed and stood quietly while Duke went from corner to corner, inspecting the burred-rope knots that held her arms and legs to each end of the bed. Satisfied that she could not escape, he nodded them out and locked the door.

Numbness filled the hollow in her throat where the screams had lived. The shame and the horrible, degrading shame of being thus displayed dangled in her mind like a poisonous snake.

That man... that weird, puny-looking man who was babbling to himself, was going to rape her! The reality was like a bomb inside her brain, a terrible, devastating bomb, destroying everything she had ever believed in. Her mouth opened to protest, hut the words were stymied in her throat.

He was speaking now, aloud to her. He was saying things that couldn't be true, and yet she knew they were! There was something in the insane way he looked at her, something in the measured cruelty of his voice that eradicated any doubt!

Duke approached the bed, his hate-filled eyes taking in every lovely inch of woman flesh laid out before him. Mutely, his hands moved over the button and zipper that confined his meager manhood as he spoke. The special, sadistic joy of telling her of her fate was almost as tantalizing to him as the things he was about to do to her.

His eyes moved from her tender pink slit, exposed now by the way her legs were drawn apart, back up to her eyes as he levied the last verbal blow.

"Gary isn't coming back." The statement was flat, but the impact was momentous.

How did he know Gary's name? How did he know anything about them? She had never set eyes on him before in her life!

"Gary works for me." Reading her thoughts, he continued ruthlessly. "The minister who married you is not a minister at all. He is an ex-con... murderer, I believe. Yes, that's right. An ex-con who prefers to make his money in this quiet way now."

His eyebrows shot up in mock dismay at the look of disbelief on her face. "The license? Are you thinking about that very legal-looking piece of paper you and Gary signed? I have them made up by the dozens."

Sondra turned away from him, afraid to look at him, afraid of letting the truth sink through. Where was Gary? If what this animal was saying wasn't true, then why wasn't Gary back? She glanced quickly at the door, as though she expected him to come barging through, outraged and gallant.

Duke finished folding his trousers and laid them neatly over the back of the chair he had occupied minutes earlier. His hard little dick stuck out in front and he patted it lovingly.

"You think I'm lying? Well, we can't have that, can we? You must understand that everything I tell you is true. I don't lie the way you did, Lucille. Do you remember all the things you told me?" He tossed his shirt over the folded slacks and bent to remove his shoes and socks.

Sondra watched every move he made and each one told her that he was not lying. If he was afraid that Gary would come barging in, he would not take the time to idle around like he was doing.

He moved in next to the bed and cupped his hand around his eager staff.

"We'll wait a little while, just to put your mind at rest. We'll wait and see if your beloved Gary comes dashing to your rescue. It would surprise me if he did. He never bothered to rescue any of his other brides. No. Not Gary Helling! He brings them in, gets his money and vanishes, almost in the same breath!" His lips broke wide, allowing an evil laugh to escape.

Yes, yes! That was it! That was what he had wanted to see... what he had waited so long to see! Her eyes, round with astonishment, her chest heaving with the heaviness of her breathing! Yes! That was the way he felt when Lucille tormented him with her alluring body. That was the way he felt when her savage insults diminished his small prick to nothingness. That was the way he felt when he learned the whole thing was a farce, a mirage... when he was finally able to admit to himself that he had been taken and taken expertly.

He crawled onto the bed, never allowing his eyes to stray from the terror in her face as he hoisted himself over her magnificent globes. Sitting with his full weight upon her, he knew that the pebbles were grinding against the flesh of her back. He knew and was glad at her discomfort!

Sondra tried to speak again, but the numbness had not left her throat. Her sweet, warm mouth parted, waiting for the words to exit. Duke lunged forward quickly and filled the tempting, oval cave with his feeble erection.

His hands moved as rapidly as her twisting head, each time bringing it back to a forward position and each time, jamming more and more of the vile little organ into her mouth.

Blackness lapped all around her like waves, but she couldn't reach it; she couldn't escape into it. He was all over her, it seemed, his wicked body bearing down against her head. She felt him kick his legs back and spread them full length on either side of her while he rested his weight over her face.

Vomit rose in her throat and was sent back down by the thrusts of his prick. Small though it was, it was the first Sondra had ever encountered cock in any form. The blood rushed through her veins, making its way to her head, filling it as surely as this horrible man was filling her mouth with his rancid prick, but still she couldn't move away! The ropes cut deeply into her flesh as the burrs sent agonizing waves of pain through her arms, but it was useless. The more she fought him, the more excited he seemed to become.

"Lucille, Lucille, Lucille... Isn't this the way you wanted me to take you? Isn't it?" His words were accentuated between short panting breaths.

Who was he? Why did he call her Lucille? Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! What's happening to me?

This wasn't the soft, intimate submission she had planned with Gary. "Uggggh... " Her mouth was filled with warm, thick fluid and the man above her was trembling as if his body would shatter into little pieces. She gagged, and the vomit gurgled back up into her mouth and dribbled out the corners. He didn't move.

She was panicked, struggling for air, and still he didn't move. Muted sounds came from the two masses of flesh pressed so tightly together, sounds of frantic agony.

Duke raised only enough to let her turn her head. She could feel the flabby wetness of his organ smashed against her cheek, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except that she was able to breathe again!

She gulped in long breaths of the foul-smelling air and was thankful for it... thankful that he hadn't suffocated her.

Moments passed before she realized that she might have been better off if he had smothered her. The baseness of the act committed against her came in to focus in her brain, and she felt it all over again. His trembling was overtaken by the uncontrollable quaking of her own body.

Duke raised away from her slowly and cast his hateful eyes toward the door. "Where is your husband, I wonder? Surely he has had time to make it back by now, wouldn't you say?" His hand moved to grasp one of her pink-tipped tits.

"You know, Lucille, I really don't think he's coming back... Do you?"

Only a madman could be so calmly cruel. Sondra was certain of that. And being certain gave her an explanation; something to hang onto.

He had arranged for someone to delay Gary, perhaps even kidnap him. Yes, that was it! Gary had been snatched away to allow this lunatic time for his follies! Soon it would be over. Gary would be back, and nothing vile would ever happen to her again.

She tried to picture herself in his arms, returning his kisses and caresses, but her body froze at the thought, it might take time, that's all. It might take time for her to forget, but Gary would understand. He would be tender and gentle, holding her close through the nightmares, cradling her like a small child to his chest. Eventually all the sordidness would go away, and she and Gary would begin fresh, start anew without the filthy wounds of this nightmare encounter.

"I must rest, Lucille. You remember how easily I tire... asthma and all. Yes, of course you do. You used to rejoice in telling me how other men could fuck all night without pausing for breath." He rolled away from her, but stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he continued to speak, the nasal tones rasping from his lips.

"I could have learned, you know. You were my first. Yes, d [...]