Still in a half comatose shock of disbelief, she reeled under the impact of his words. He was going to force her to make love on her own marital bed. Where she and Tamera’s father, Arnold, had so often and warmly embraced. Mort McDonald couldn’t have hit upon a more despicable way of degrading her, truly crushing her slightest mental resistance… but, closing her mind to the horrible reality of the situation, she arose and allowed McDonald to lead her down the hall to the bedroom of she and her former husband, beyond now, the ability to fight back.
“Now, let’s see how you compare with your daughter, baby,” McDonald grunted. “Strip off your clothes and get naked.”
Her mind tried to formulate thoughts but she struggled against them, wanting only a total blankness to blot out what was being done to her and by her. Obediently she slipped out of her shorts and blouse, then unhooked the thin bra she wore, threw it on top of the other clothes, and after a hesitant, shuddering second, sent her thin, white lacy panties on the same pile. She watched in horrid fascination as McDonald stripped, frozen trance-like in horror as his thick rigidly hard penis stood out from beneath his slight paunch like a heavy, blunt spear at her, and then he grinned lewdly and began stroking his massive shaft back and forth to taunt her.
“Like it, baby? Sure you do. You like cock, I know it.” Carla couldn’t speak, no sound coming from her fear- constricted throat, and her eyes dropped to his hard, fleshy penis against her will, and she knew that there was no turning back now. This cold, crude man was going to ravish her defenseless body no matter what she did or tried, and she was completely at his mercy. And she was well aware that no mercy was in him to give, only a smoldering, all-consuming lust…
She stood before him, humiliatingly naked, and she almost lost her balance when she felt the sudden wet contact of his saliva-moistened lips pressing first to the nude flesh of her globular, ivory breasts. Then, soft, blonde pubic hair grazed his checks as he dropped to his knees before her, his breath coming in heavy labored gasps, spreading her pink, moist pussy-lips outward with his thumbs and flicking a lizard-like tongue into the sheath of the softly pulsating split. The beautiful, fear-crazed woman jumped from the electrifying assault on her vaginal area, and falling backwards, her knees buckled against the side of the bed, and she sprawled with a soul-searing moan on the coverlet, flat on her back, her thighs spreading inadvertently wide as she landed.
McDonald pounced on the bed and caught her by her ankles before she could close her legs. She struggled, but it was a one-sided battle, and then she relaxed, offering all of her defenseless hair-fringed cunt to his salacious and gleaming eyes, knowing that she would have to give in eventually, and that there was nothing left now but the submission, her body a helpless toy to be used as lewdly as he wished.
“On… your knees, baby,” McDonald commanded, his licentious excitement aroused beyond belief by the mere sight of her voluptuous naked body. Her milk-white skin with her erotic, pleasure-filled thighs, perfectly formed hips and legs, trembling, begging vaginal lips—never had McDonald seen such perfection in all his life! “Yes! Yes! Get down on your knees!” he husked impatiently.
“Why?” the bitterly humiliated mother moaned. “What… what are you going to make me do?”
“You’re going to suck my cock, Mrs. Highhat. You’re going to take my cock in your mouth and lick it till it cums right down that pretty little throat of yours, you hear?”
“No! Oh God, no, I… can’t do that!” Carla cried out pitifully. “It’s sick! Degrading! I… never even did that to my husband! Nooooo!”
McDonald’s laugh reverberated gratingly through the tiny bedroom. “You will, my pet… or else!”
And Carla sobbed out her total capitulation, knowing that he would be true to his word, that if she didn’t take his penis in her mouth she’d never get the pictures of her daughter back.
“Wrap those hot lookin’ lips around my cock, you fuckin’ bitch. And do it now!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Carla felt the weight of Eddie McDonald’s father sag the bed as he crawled toward her, felt warm hairy flesh straddle her upper body and settle down on it, and her heart almost stopped beating. Her head flailed from side to side in mute protest and revulsion, and she wanted to scream, to throw the man away from her—but she couldn’t. She didn’t dare refuse him, not with those lewd, perverted pictures of her daughter hanging in the balance of her decision.
She stared at his penis, which he was extending toward her, huge and blood-red, the tiny hole in its tip seeping seminal fluid, and the yellow light of the bedroom lamp fell across its full expanse, adding to its horrible fascination. The terrified young woman was sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as nothing more than a receptacle for the lewdly waiting sperm of this horrible beast, for she had told the truth in saying that she’d never allowed Arnold to suck her between her thighs or her to kiss his… she considered the acts as dirty and degrading, defiling the purity of the love making. And yet, to suck McDonald’s cock now only accentuated the entrapment he had her in, was a fitting punishment for her humiliation and anguish and complete capitulation. She shuddered—but deep down she knew that she would suck his cock, and suck it just as hard and passionately as she could, until she had those damning photographs safely in her possession, and could destroy the lurid threat to her daughter’s future.
“Damnit, baby, I won’t tell you again!” McDonald roared with contempt. “Suck my fucking cock, you little whore!” He couldn’t wait any longer to take this lust-inciting woman, and he grabbed her harshly, lifting her head with the flat of his palm while with the forefinger and thumb of his other hand, he pinched her nose together so that she had to open her mouth to breathe. He pressed forward, the slick smooth glans hard against her chin, moving upwards to tease wetly along her lips. He thrust his buttocks forward, prodding the softness of her lips, grinningly waiting. She mumbled in terror and revulsion, but he wasn’t to be denied. He increased the pressure and little by little her mouth gasped open and his broad, thick cock crushed through the moist lips and into the warm, wet grotto of her mouth. She could feel it slither the full length of her tongue and fill her cheeks completely with its thick, fleshy hardness.
Carla closed her eyes, feeling numb to her agony, and in a trance-like state she felt the pubic hairs at the base of McDonald’s cock rub her chin and lips, and then he started teasing his penis in and out of her mouth while his hands held her head in a viselike grip.
“Suck! Suck, baby, suck!” she heard him command harshly, and she did, her lips slowly nibbling subserviently at his thrusting hardness, and she coughed and sputtered until she became accustomed to the alien invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was allowing to be done to her, but it was impossible not to. His testicles bounced loosely against her chin, and her nostrils filled with the piquancy of his maleness, constant reminders of the subservient position he held her in.
She ran her tongue experimentally around and around the thickness of McDonald’s slowly pumping cock, flicking the tip into the tiny open slit at the head of his blunt shaft, feeling it swell and pulsate with excitement. She would show him, she drummed through her brandy-fogged brain. If this is what she had to do to save Tamera, she would show him she could please; he wanted her to suck, then she’d suck… he called her a whore, then a whore she would be, doing all the tricks a whore can do. Her tortured, drink-hazed mind droned on deliriously, the very haplessness of her situation excusing away some of the weird, masochistic sensations which were beginning to flutter in her belly and loins.
“Stroke my balls!” McDonald rasped down at her lovely, cock-filled face. “Take them, but be gentle. And suck! Suck harder!”
Carla sucked and licked in earnest, and as she did, the lewd words pouring into her ears spurred her on, and a great shudder passed through her as she became enveloped in the exquisite madness of what she was abjectly doing. She cupped his bloated, semen-filled testicles and caressed them tenderly, still sucking demon-like around and around the throbbing cock-head which was sliding in and out of her ovalled, tightly-clasping mouth. She was totally subjugated, and could do nothing to even stop her own flesh from tingling in unwanted forbiddenness. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming slightly sticky from the small emission of lubricating fluid which seeped from the small hole she bathed with the tip of her tongue, and in response, McDonald writhed and strained over her, his long, sensuous fingers curling tightly in her blonde hair, using her mouth now as if it was another cunt. She could feel his penis stretch and expand until there wasn’t any more room, and the repulsion of before gave way to the sickening realization that she was strangely beginning to enjoy it.
The foaming passions which had been released from the self-enforced bondage of her husband’s memory
