0 comments/ 57031 views/ 3 favorites The Fall Ch. 01 By: Dear_Dora John and Carol were true baby boomers: they were married on the same day the Woodstock concert started, in August of 1969, a couple of months after the first moon landing. They honeymooned inexpensively in John's parent's travel trailer, which was parked on a wooded lot near a resort and lake in the high Rockies. They had dated for over a year, but without explicitly stating it, they each declined to have sexual intercourse prior to marriage. In Carol's case, she didn't want John to get the RIGHT impression of her sexual history. In John's case, although he suspected that Carol had had some sexual experience before he met her (little did he know, then, the extent of it), he wanted to preserve their sense of the sanctity and seriousness of their lifelong commitment to one another. After the ceremony, they had ten days before they had to be at the University for their final year of school. They would be moving into University married-student housing, and they were really excited about their good luck in getting that apartment. Colleges and universities all over the country, especially state-owned schools, were absolutely swamped with students as the baby boom just kept on swelling their student populations. Students were literally camping out on campus quadrangles before they could find housing on or near the campus. But the cost of married student housing hadn't been affected by the market forces that had driven other apartments around the campus ski-high. So their first home together was convenient to the campus, clean and safe, and most of all, cheap. They would just about be able to pay for their last year of college as a married couple, if they were careful with their money. They had supplemented their finances by trading John's beloved Stingray in on a new VW beetle sedan. It had all the features they needed now, and John parted with his Vette with only minor pangs of regret. Carol would be traveling every day to a high school about thirty miles away to do her student teaching, and the VW would be a much better car for those trips ... cheaper to run and far better in the snow. Many honeymoons are disasters, especially for couples who have not experienced the full range of sexual expression together. But, for Carol and John, their honeymoon was just about perfect. On the day of their ceremony, by the time they had arrived at the remote site, it was already evening. And, as usual in the high Rockies, even though the summer days were often uncomfortably hot, the nights would still routinely get below freezing, and the temperatures were already chilly when they were unpacking their little car to move into their first little home together. Carol was not a little girl, but John was a strong, healthy young man. He always said he was descended from bears, not monkeys, because he was a big guy, shaped like a grizzly, very hairy, and had a deep resonating voice. He had worn glasses since he was thirteen (as had Carol, although she had used contact lenses for years, now), so he often scrunched up his nose to keep his glasses up where they belonged. As a result, he often looked like he was frowning. Together with his apparent frown, looming presence and deep voice, first impressions of John were often of an angry and dangerous young man. His actual personality was just the opposite, however. He had an engaging mind, and ready and silly sense of humor, and he was a very gentle, loving, and giving sort of guy. All the things that made him so precious to Carol. And, all the reasons she had pledged to herself that her wild, experimental days of frequent, unsafe, and often violent sex were over. She hoped ... she KNEW ... that her love life with John would easily compensate for whatever she was giving up. John propped open the door of the little trailer, and hefted Carol up off of the ground, with a mock-serious "OOF!" to tease her about how very, very heavy she was. He managed to wobble up the rickety little metal step and into the one-room space without doing either of them major bodily harm, and put her down on the floor. Carol refused to release her arms from around his neck, and she gave him a heart-melting kiss which must have lasted for minutes. They were far too eager to fulfill their love to unpack all their clothes, food, and supplies. John folded down the sofa toward the back of the trailer, and threw a blanket on it, then grabbed his new bride for another deep, romantic, yet also profoundly sexy kiss. They started tearing off each others' clothes, and soon, they were lying on what amounted to a double bed, stroking one another sensuously. John's penis was painfully erect, and had been for at least an hour. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to last long when he finally penetrated Carol for the first time. For her part, Carol had started using the "pill" again, hoping that the newer, less potent formulations would allow her to use this most-transparent and dependable of birth-control methods. They were married, but they certainly didn't want to create any children yet. John tried to restrain himself and to be considerate of his new bride, intending against his every animal urge to spend as long as it took to stimulate Carol with foreplay until she was fully ready to take him. His member wasn't the largest that Carol had seen, by a substantial margin, but it wasn't exactly the smallest, either. When he was erect, and she had seen many, many erect cocks by then, his cock was just a nice, adequate size that she knew would reach into her and would satisfy the urge she couldn't deny, to be well and truly fucked. When he slid his hand down between her legs for the first time since they were man and wife, he discovered that she seemed very ready, indeed. She whispered in his ear, "Don't fool around, John! I've waited for a year and a half for this moment ... fuck me!" John didn't have to told twice. He was no virgin, and not really the saint Carol thought he was, so he knew what to do. But he wanted her to guide him in, to take responsibility and an active part in their first full sexual experience. Carol needed no prompting. She reached down between them, and grasped his prick -- maybe not the biggest one she had ever held, but surely the most dangerously swollen -- and pulled him into to her dripping wet vagina. John paused to enjoy the feeling of first contact between the tip of his penis and the enveloping folds of her inner lips, a feeling that literally dozens of men and boys before him had enjoyed, Carol couldn't help but think. Then he pushed in HARD, and plunged to his full depth in that single stroke. Carol knew immediately that this was going to be good, but also that it wasn't the same as some of the wild, degenerate sex she had had before. She had never before experienced loving sex, sex endorsed by church and family, what most people would call "normal" sex. For just an instant, as John paused, relishing the feeling of her tight, wet vagina clasping his engorged member, she wondered if she could ever be truly satisfied fully by this man. But the moment passed as John began the ancient dance, plunging again and again into her, and her hips rose up to meet his as if of their own accord. Soon, they were both lost in the unrestrained joy of finally consummating their true love. John surprised himself by lasting longer than he had expected ... he had expected to cum virtually as soon as he entered her ... but he found he couldn't prolong his explosion long enough for Carol to reach a climax, too. His final thrust before cumming actually reminded Carol of Terry London's violent thrusting into her (would she never be able to banish those memories?), it was so powerful, and then he remained embedded fully in her, his back arched, pressing his hairy stomach muscles against her taut, athletic tummy. John's ejaculation was as fine, prolonged, and as rich as the long-delayed moment deserved. He literally growled out a loud and unrestrained howl, sounding every bit as if he were descended from bears. He pushed hard against Carol's shaven vulva, and without any withdrawal, tried to push his cock and his seed even deeper, deeper into her body. When the first mind-blowing spasms ended, but he felt himself still cumming, he resumed thrusting, as much to prolong his own pleasure as to ensure hers. Carol was fantastically excited to have finally felt his cock inside of her, and to have sensed him spurting his semen deep into her receptive vagina. And now that she was on the "pill", she imagined it squirting its way up further, through her cervix, into her womb. The idea brought her to her own climax, and she, too cried out, clutching John tightly to her body, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. ---------------------- The two of them fell apart from one another, laughing and panting deeply. They were wet with perspiration, and rolled apart, keeping touch only by holding hands. "Did you go?" John said. "Are you kidding?" Carol answered, laughing. "I thought I was going to explode!" After a few minutes lying there naked and sweaty, they became aware of how cold it was in the little trailer. They realized that they had left the door wide open in their haste to enjoy their first marital fuck. Not that it mattered ... the nearest other person was over a mile away. But the breeze coming in just sucked away the moisture off of their bodies, and soon, they went from being overheated to being freezing cold. "Don't go away," John said, and he got up, his now-limp dick dripping semen all over the bedding and the floor, which Carol thought was just sexy as hell. John ducked outside, still nude, and opened the valves on the compressed natural gas bottles at the front of the trailer. He came back in, closed the door, and knelt down on the floor to light the little floor furnace there. For the next half-an-hour, the two of them tried everything they could think of to get the little furnace lighted, even going so far as to read the instructions, and eventually throwing the two of them into laughing fits at its obstinance. Finally, John gave up when his thumb lost feeling from holding down the little red button while trying to start the pilot light. "To hell with this," he said, "we've got better things to do!" He got out a big soup kettle and filled it with water from the jugs they had brought with them, set it on the stove. He lit the burner there (successfully on the first attempt!) to boil the water, and climbed back under the blanket with Carol. "Ready again?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows comically. She rolled him onto his back, and threw the cover off herself, kneeling up and straddling his hips. The chill in the air further stimulated her already-extended nipples, and she felt around underneath herself for John's new erection. This time, he pushed his cock toward her opening with his own hand, their hands meeting there near their genitals. He used his hand to slide his cock up and down along her slit, both of them slimy with the fluids of their last effort. Carol hovered there above him, her consciousness entirely centered on the incredible sexy feelings he was producing in her. She felt herself secreting even more vaginal fluid, if that was possible. Before too long, she cried out quietly, "Stop!" She was being over-stimulated, and her vaginal lips couldn't stand any more erotic stimulation. Carol lowered herself down, rolling her hips, at first to ensure that John's cock was properly aimed, but then to continue the sudden pleasure she was getting from grinding her pussy down onto him. From the noises John was making, he liked her coital dance, too. Soon, Carol was bouncing up and down on John's cock. He was enjoying the view up at her bouncing breasts, and his opportunity to manipulate her breasts as much as he pleased in this position. Carol and John's eyes didn't meet romantically -- they had had over a year of romance with no sex, and now they were enjoying sex without much romance -- they were fucking, not making love. Carol's back was arched, her flat tummy thrust forward over John's hips, and he would occasionally slide his hands down from mauling her breasts to massage her incredibly sexy stomach muscles and tease at the sensitive apex of her vaginal lips. Carol's hair streamed down her back, tickling the top of her butt cheeks, making the moment even more erotic for her. John felt like an actor in a pornographic movie -- the fading light was ample to see every detail of Carol's amazing body, and he enjoyed the contrast between her sleek feminine skin and his hairy, brutish arms and hands squashing her ample breasts and squeezing her nipples as hard as he could while she moaned her approval and occasionally murmured," Harder!" So soon after his first climax, John was able to sustain his erection and delay his orgasm plenty long enough for Carol to climax on top of him, crying out her sexual joy as if she were in terrible pain. She collapsed onto him, her fantastic breasts squashed between them, where he seemed to be able to feel every little bump on her areoles and her nipples drilling into his hairy chest. Carol was ready to collapse into a post-coital fugue again, but John was having none of that. He rolled the two of them over, getting perilously close to the edge of the little fold-out bed, and started to mercilessly pound himself into Carol's cunt again and again. His months of frustration and waiting were finding an expression in the violence with which he attacked his new wife. Carol certainly didn't object. This was the way she liked it -- rough, and hard, and energetic, and selfish. She knew she wasn't being made love to, but being fucked, and fucked hard by a man she had thought she knew, but now marveled at, as if he were a stranger. Maybe there was more to this man than she had expected. The sudden uncertainty stirred that old, perverse feeling in her, a little doubt about her choice of life mate adding just the dash of spice she needed to really fully enjoy this wild fuck. Before John could reach his second climax, Carol spiraled into hers, a sexual high composed of equal parts love, lust and the satisfaction of the craving she had been feeling to be abused again, sexually. She arched her back, actually lifting her much-larger husband off of the surface of the bed with her powerful back and leg muscles, her spasms so strong as to literally curl her toes. But, when her second orgasm since they had put the water on to boil had passed, Carol was drained, and her sensitive vaginal opening was sore and very sensitive. "Stop! Stop!" she cried out. "No fucking way!" John shouted, and persisted pounding into her now-limp body. Carol was shocked at his action and his harsh reply. He was totally lost in fucking into the juicy twat of this sexy woman -- he didn't know or care at this point that she was his wife of only a few hours or maybe some old girlfriend or maybe a whore, or just some woman he picked up somewhere. His mind was devoted entirely to finding that incredible edge, that knife-point of passion that bordered on rape, that would lead to another crashing orgasm. Carol sensed this, and responded as she always had. She reawakened to the danger and power of this man thrusting above her, and she felt his burly hands writhing over her stomach and breasts freely, without regard for her feelings, his swollen cock repeatedly punching into her from below, and she loved it. She was transported to that other place that she had thought she might never again see, where she was the wanton slut she knew she had to be. As Carol's brain exploded with her most powerful orgasm yet today, as the bear of a man slamming into her shouted out yet again, with a wordless, throaty scream of lustful fulfillment. Then, again, as he shot yet another stream of semen up into her shaven pussy, "Fuck!" If their nearest neighbor had been any closer than a mile away, they would have wondered who was being murdered. -------------------- At that altitude, water boils quite easily, and by the time they were back among the living, the pot had almost boiled dry. John poured some more water in the pot, poured some cold water into the all-purpose sink, and rooted around until he found some bar soap and a clean towel. He poured about half the heated water into the sink, resulting in a lukewarm pool suitable for a quick sponge-bath, and used the remainder of the hot water to make two cups of tea. John lit the gas-burning wall lamp above the little kitchenette, slipped on his tennies without tying them, and left Carol to sip her tea and clean up if she wanted while he set out, still naked, to bring in the rest of their supplies. Carol soon joined him. Running around the lot naked would be one of their favorite things to do on their honeymoon, and they extended the boundaries of their daring far enough to walk down the hill to their neighbor's lot (who John was PRETTY sure were not in residence) to pump water from their well. At least twice, they got hysterical with laughter from the shocked expressions of older men cutting though their property to get to the little stream nearby to fish. The sex mellowed considerably over the next week, and they settled into a pattern more resembling love-making than pure fucking. Carol enjoyed this, too, It was a totally new experience for her, almost a wholly different thing from sex in her mind. In time, this distinction would haunt her. For his part, John was blissfully happy. They went boating and pretended to fish. They picnicked on an island in the lake where bald eagles nested, and swam naked in the ice-cold water there. They laid out on blankets, naked in the hot middle of the day, and made love out in the open air, worrying a little and maybe hoping a little that some old, horny fishermen might come by. Before too long, the time had come for them to return to John's parent's house and borrow his dad's truck to haul their few furnishings up to their new apartment on campus. --------------------------- Caro's student-teaching sponsor was a public high-school English teacher, a young-looking woman in maybe her mid-thirties whose class load made her hope that this new apprentice was more of a help than a burden. Jess Spinelli (Carol's sponsor) was completely delighted that Carol was not only smart and properly educated, but virtually ready from day one to take responsibility for a class on her own. It took Carol a week or so, of course, to learn the ropes of the convoluted public-school administration, the rules, regulations, and pecking-order of the high school. But Carol and Jess soon became fast friends, and, when school let out at 2:30 in the afternoon, if Carol didn't have a class to get back to on campus, the two of them would go out together to get a soda or go to Jess's house to sit and chat and grade papers. Jess's husband, Tony, was a fireman, and worked the usual fireman's two-days-on and two-days-off schedule. So he was usually either at the fire station or sleeping when Carol and Jess got to Jess's house, and it was several weeks before Carol met him. When she did, it was under really unusual circumstances and Carol would look back on that day as the start of her fall. When Carol and Jess came in from school one fall afternoon, a man Carol assumed was Tony was busy setting up a 16mm film projector in the living room of the house. The Spinelli's house was a late 1950's period-piece, an open-plan modernist house with a very low-slope roof and one big room on the morning side of the building which comprised the kitchen (behind a breakfast bar / serving counter), the dining room, the living room, and the entry. This was well before the days of VHS or Beta-Max VCRs, and way, way before laser discs or DVDs. They hadn't even really started showing movies on prime-time network TV yet. If you wanted to see a movie in the privacy of your own home, you had to own, rent, or borrow a film projector and actually show films. The Fall Ch. 01 The typical, techie suburban home-owner might have an 8mm home movie camera and projector, or the new "Super-8", but more sophisticated cinefiles demanded at least 16mm projectors, for which many main-stream movies were available to lease from mail-order firms. "Carol Kelly, I'd like to introduce you to my husband, Tony Spinelli!" Jess said, and Tony came over to the dining area near the entry where the women were shedding their coats and setting down their amazing burden of books and papers. Tony was a little guy, shorter that Carol or Jess, but like most firemen, he was obviously very well built. He wasn't wearing his uniform now, of course; he was dressed casually in jean shorts, sandals and a t-shirt. Tony held out his hand to shake Carol's in greeting, and said, "I'm so pleased to meet you, Carol. I guess most of the times you've been here, I've been asleep! You must think I'm a real lazy-bones!" Carol admired his fireplug of a body, and realized that he was anything but lazy; he must spend every moment he was on duty and not actually out on a call working out in the gym in the firehouse! Carol doubted that she had ever seen a better-developed body on a man outside of photos of those gross over-developed freaks that competed in strong-man contests. Carol was startled to feel a stirring in her groin just looking at this handsome mid-30-ish man. Jess Spinelli said, "We're having a few of the other firefighters and their wives over tonight for a party. We're going to have dinner and watch a movie!" "What kind of movie is it?" Carol asked. "Is it anything I might have seem/" "Oh, I really doubt it!" Jess said, with a little frown. "I've got it all set up!" Tony said, with a big grin. "Would you like to see what it is?" he asked. Jess was shooting daggers at him with her eyes, but when Carol said "Sure!", Tony took Carol by the elbow and ushered her to the living area of their nice, modern house. He turned the projector on, and started threading the film through the complicated pathway down to the take-up reel at the bottom. When he had it successfully looped and ready, he turned on the lamp and started the projector rolling. It began to run through all the odd flashes and count-down clocks and copyright information that begins a film, while Tony went over to the wall of windows at the front of the house and pulled the drapes closed to darken the room. It was a color film, with sound and actually pretty good production values for the time. There were no preliminaries and no titles or credits. There was just suddenly an image, a high-angle three-quarter view of an ample, mature, naked woman sitting on a bed in a stark, harshly-lit set made up only half-heartedly to look like a bedroom in a house. Carol was not a naïve woman, but for a few moments, she was disoriented. Surely, this must not be the right film! Jess sat down next to Carol, and handed her a tall tulip-shaped wine glass well filled with an aromatic Italian red wine. Neither Jess nor Tony was making any move to turn off the projector, so Carol soon realized that this was indeed the movie they were planning to watch with the other firemen and their wives this evening. A thrill of anticipation ran down from Carol's tense shoulders directly to her pussy, and she thought that maybe she was going somehow to be tempted to break her pledge to herself to behave. Carol sipped at her wine while she watched the film unfold on the portable screen. The sound track only reflected quiet footsteps, then a man entered the picture at the left of the frame. He too, was naked, and he had the biggest, most absurdly swollen penis Carol had ever seen or imagined. His cock must have been a foot long! It was easily as big as the woman's forearm, and the bulbous red knob on the end looked about the same size as the woman's fist, which was clutching at the sheets nervously. His cock wasn't pointing up or outward, though; it was so long and heavy that it was sagging down obscenely between his legs, and he nudged it with every step he took. Carol thought, correctly, that her reaction to seeing this film was some sort of a test. Would she react instantly with outrage? That moment had already passed. Would she be overwhelmed with embarrassment, blush heavily and shyly try to excuse herself or pretend that she wasn't seeing what she was seeing? Apparently not, as she was sitting there, outwardly calm, enjoying her wine, with her eyes riveted to the screen where the most sexual images Carol had ever seen were being shown. Or, would she watch and enjoy, as she seemed to be doing? The man roughly pushed the woman down onto her back, and knelt down next to her knees. He pushed her legs apart, and moved his face to her hairy pussy and started to lick her there. The sound track carried clearly, first, the sound of the woman grunting "Oof" when he had pushed her down, then the sound of his lapping away, and finally the sound of the woman beginning to moan and make little cries of enjoyment. Carol was enthralled. She was suddenly in that old familiar place in her head where she was doing the next, wildest thing out there, straining her bounds of respectability, no, ripping them to shreds. She was totally aware of her body, her breasts swelling with arousal, her butt pressed against the fabric of her clothes and the couch, her legs tingling with excitement, and above all, her pussy hot and itchy, beginning to ooze the oily fluids that she knew would lead her far, far astray. The man on the screen didn't spend a lot of time in cunnilingus. He stood, lifted his massive organ so that the tip of it pointed at the woman's opening, and began to slide it up and down along her slit. Or, at least, what Carol imagined to be her slit .... the woman was far too hairy for the audience to see any details there. The bulbous end of his cock was the size of, and actually somewhat looked like, a large, mature red-delicious apple. Then, suddenly, with no warning, the man stepped forward and leaned into the woman, pushing his enormous cock into her. The speakers of the projector over-modulated and weirdly distorted the woman's scream, it was so loud. She clearly was in pain, and not at all reacting with passionate exuberance. It made no difference. The man began plunging his unbelievable cock into her again and again, literally dragging her body back and forth along the width of the bed as he did so, his cock was so tightly wedged into her vagina. Carol couldn't imagine that she wasn't being permanently damaged by this assault. Or perhaps she WAS being damaged. Perhaps that was part of the perverted attraction of this movie? Carol wondered why she didn't feel sympathy for this woman, this victim of a brutal assault being performed and recorded for the entertainment of strangers? But, as a matter of fact, she DID feel empathy for the woman, and in a dark corner of her mind, Carol wished it were SHE who was being pummeled in the cunt by this creature with the unlikely organ. Carol became aware of her surroundings when she heard a sound to her left. There, on the long couch next to her, Tony and Jess had stripped off their clothes, and were making passionate love. No, that's not right! They were fucking, and Tony looked like he was doing everything he could to emulate the ferocity of the attack of the man on the screen. Carol was transfixed. She didn't know which to watch .. the brutal assault on the screen or the real-life fucking going on inches away from her in the dim, reflected light of the movie screen. She panned her head back and forth between the two sights, sipping contentedly at her wine as she did. The couple on the screen had been joined by another man, coming into the frame from the other side, whose erection, while large, was not of a such monstrous proportions. The new man bent the woman's head over the far edge of the bed brutally, and slapped her face with his hard dick several times. The woman, who Carol thought was suffering terribly and probably beyond awareness, surprised her by opening her mouth and straining to take in his big cock, licking him and making kissing motions with her lips until he pushed forward and embedded himself into her. It was not an easy task, as the woman's body was violently thrashing about, and the man made several stabs at her, jamming his cock into her eyes, alongside her nose and along her cheek before finally lodging it very, very deeply into her mouth. In the meantime, Tony and Jess were doing a lot of thrashing of their own, From time to time, one or the other of them would look over at Carol to see if she was watching, and she realized that this wild coupling was every bit as much for her as it was for either of them. She put down her drink, and quickly removed her blouse. She unsnapped her bra, and lowered it to her lap, abandoning it there while she massaged her aching breasts and fondled her swollen nipples. Carol heard, but did not see the woman on the screen scream again, but this time she was obviously screaming not just with terrible, ripping pain, but also with lustful, abandoned sexual joy. Carol shot a glance at the screen to see that the woman was arched up, both men embedded in her body at opposite ends, both men arching their own backs, apparently ejaculating powerfully into their victim / co-star. The concept of the "cum shot" was decades in the future. Looking back at her student-teaching advisor and her husband there next to her, she watched as their thrashing caused them to fall completely off of the couch, and Tony's cock came completely out of his wife's dripping cunt. Carol was surprised to see that Tony's prick was quite short ... well shorter than her husband's and maybe the shortest one she'd ever seen on an adult male. On the other hand, and by complete contrast, his cock was the biggest around she'd ever seen, too. It was hard to judge, the combination of the length and girth distorting her perception of each. But the overall appearance was of a very stubby Christmas candle, or perhaps a can of Campbell's soup. An over-sized can. His ball sack was enormous, which Carol appreciated when he climbed back on top of his wife and re-inserted himself, and her view was suddenly of their combined crotches from behind, or below if you will. While Carol was distracted from the film, the subject and setting had changed. There on the screen, a different woman, this one a willowy blond in contrast to the ample and mature woman of the first segment, was strapped to a sort of a metal cross. By the time Carol looked at the screen, a man was already whipping her with a riding crop, deploying it across her stomach, her legs, her arms, even her face, but concentrating on her breasts and, striking from below, on her shaven cunt. The woman's reaction seemed to be one of sexual thrill rather than pain, although Carol could easily see that the blows were not fake ... they left angry red marks all over her body. But still, the woman was also clearly orgasming in response to the brutal treatment. After a few moments of this, the man approached her and roughly jammed his erection up into her, fucking her standing up, forcing her up again and again against the restraints on her arms and legs, and almost instantly climaxing into her. Returning her attention to her hosts, Carol saw that they, too were in the throes of a mutual climax. They persisted in their rhythmic thrusting against one another, though, until the two of them seemed completely drained. Carol was certain that her presence, her watching them had multiplied their enjoyment. Finally, Tony fell away from Jess, and Jess relaxed back, her arms above her head, her lovely tits compressed against her ribcage, panting with the efforts they had made. Carol watched Tony's odd, stumpy cock wilt, getting even shorter, but no less thick. She was fascinated; she had seen many, many cocks before, but never one like this! She knew at that moment that her pledge of faithfulness to her husband was at an end, and her promise to herself to be satisfied with making love instead of rabid fucking was a sham. With absolutely no shame whatsoever, Carol was energetically massaging herself through her panties beneath her hiked-up skirt. Before she went home tonight, she HAD to have that cock shoved as deep into her as it would go! Tony watched her playing with herself and checking out his wilting cock, and in the process, it stopped withering and started to grow once more. "It's short, but it does the job!" Tony laughed. "Anyway," he said as the projector continued to clatter away in the background, "that's the kind of party it's going to be!" ... to be continued in The Fall 2 The Fall Ch. 02 You really need to read part I to get the setting here. This story is going to have a bit more involved setting and plot than some you'll see her-to some it may seem slow moving. ============= Work in the re-education camp was, well hard. The camp has some basic industries that supported "The City". There were "Education" Sessions both morning and night-that dealt largely with explaination of the evils of the old regime-and how the New Order, had brought justice to the racist society that had previously run new York. Now, the fact that what luxuries existed at the camp were served immediate after re-education sessions assured good attendence. It took Sheryl a while to figure out how to volenteer for expatriation. The Expatriation Attendent was, reminded Sheryl of Betsie, but was rather more articulate. "So, you want to volenteer for expatriation. I see no history of religious affiliation in your chart--that will somewhat limit who you might be paired with.. Now, do you understand that all communications leading to your expatriation will be monitored? Do you understand that you are to refrain from any and all political discussions? " Sheryl nodded timidly. "Okay, you are granted 1 hour time in the relocation center, 3 days per week. This privilege will be revoked if there is any report of problems from your supervising matron goodbye." Well, that as easy Sheryl thought. Now, what? Sheryl had her rather little about the Free Republic of Alaska. Since she was in the re-location camp, there wasn't any access to radio or TV except from "Official Sources"-which meant religious programming in large part. God Sheryl missed her old job, the resturants, talking with her friends. Here? Well, the days were long and opportunities for talk were limited. Matrons were, well everywhere--and even where they weren't, well, it was a little scary to Sheryl how many women much like those she had known had come to really identify with the Matrons. Flashback Sheryl thought back to the first time she had sex with Gerald. She was fresh out of Smith College and had been offered a job at a brokerage in New York. She'd had a steady boyfriend in high school-and another in college. Both had been accomplished and athletic. Gerald, well, he was different. Swarthy, polished, smooth, suave-a partner in his New York brokerage. This was everything she had dreamed of. Her first weeks in New York struck her has much like college-lots of socializing with other women--except there were a lot more gay men around, and well, they were _just about_ like women. Gerald, well, _he_ seemed different. those piercing black eyes, the wavey black hair. She'd been at the office for a couple months and didn't think he'd notice her. She'd _tried_ to get him to notice her-doing things she was surprised at. She even went to work one day with no panties and flashed him. Then, her boyfriend from college was coming to visit. She'd asked to get off early that friday to meet him at the airport. Gerald had asked her for some help in his office. There was relatively little conversation. She was like a deer in the headlights. Hell, there was relatively little in the way of talk. As soon as the door was closed, he motion her to his desk, in an office with a panoramic view of manhattan, bent her over the desk and lifted her skirt. She froze, not resisted just froze. She was utterly confused. Part of her asked "Why now? I'm meeting my boyfriend in 2 hours, why now?" Still, she didn't do anything. She wondered, who might be watching? She could see several people in neighboring buildings as Gerald massaged her ass. Gently, she pulled her cheeks apart. Anal sex had always been a taboo with her-but, well she'd wanted this so bad, for so long". "Relax" commanded Gerald, his finger approaching her tender office. She surprised even herself by simple relaxing. His finger entered her slowly, but firmly. Shortly afterwards, he substituted his bare, circimcised cock. She'd always used condoms with her boyfriend-she knew she should, but she was afraid to say anything here. Gerald's cock was larger than her previous two boyfriends, but not by a huge margin. There was something a little depraved, he was Sheryl, miss prim and proper-the high school valdictorian in a Catholic girls school, honor student at Smith, now having unprotected anal sex in full view of much of the New York financial community. Still, there was something exciting here. Sheryl had simply never thought of doing anything quite like this before. Her ass hurt hurt as Gerald pummled her, then a different sensation started, and started to build. Sheryl foudn herself getting into it. "Fuck me, please, please fuck me. I want it, yes, I want it". Then, as suddenly as he started, Gerald ejaculated into her anal cavity. The entire encoutner, probably lasted all of 15 minutes. Gerald, was, well a bit curt. Sheryl, was, wanted more still-but just wasn't quite sure out to ask for more. Before she could say anything, Gerald left the room. A few minutes later, Judy Morganstern , the office manager entered the room. Sheryl was embarrassed at first. Judy, again didn't ask permission, she justed started in. Her sexual style was something different than Sheryl had ever experience. Sheryl had never had sex with a woman before. She'd had lots of offers, Smith College had been full of lesbians and bisexual women--and Sheryl could recognize that she'd been a bit of a tease leading some of those women on. In this situation, it wasn't that she found Judy particularly attractive. Judy was in her late 30's. Excessively prim, a bit hard. Still, Judy needed release right now, and Judy was available. Judy's hands _were_ skilled and tender. Sherly had to admit this lady knew something her other lovers just didn't. Under her gentle administrations, Sheryls arousal returned-and got greater. Judy then started to lick as sheryl turned over and spread her legs wide. Her encounter with Gerald had been exciting, but there _was_ also a _hunger_ than had been awakened. Judy seemed to feed that hunger. Judy's toungue darted skillfully throughout Sheryl's sweet cunt. Then, came Sheryl's orgasm. It was only then that Judy started to talk appreciable. She was gentle,much more so than any man Sheryl had ever been close to. "He really liked you, you know. He liked your hot ass. So did I-it was yummy. God you are delicious. So tight, so firm. I can see why he picked you.". "Yes, but it was so sudden, I didn't expect it". "Well, Gerald, moves in his own way.". Judy then got prim again. "Don't you have an appointment to keep". Sheryl looked at her watch and was horrified. As quick as her encountner with Gerald had been, this sapphic encounter had been much longer than it had seemed-she'd be lucky to be a half hour late now in meeting her college boyfriend Tony at the airport. Judy just smilled as Sheryl shared to throw her clothes back on and get rushed out the door. The trip to the airport, well, it was New York traffic at its finest. She finally got to the airport an hour late. Tony was still brimming he was obviously ecstatic to see her and greeted Sheryl with a big bear hug. The Fall Ch. 02 Carol looked at her husband hunched over his drawing board, working as he usually did, through the evening after dinner, and into the wee hours of the morning, or even for continuous days at a time, on some design project or other. She thought about how fantastic she felt, and how much knowing that she had succumbed yet again to her irrational sexual side made her feel a deep, warm pride and satisfaction. That she was now a married woman only made her glow all that much more intense, and she felt herself getting wet between her legs again, thinking about what had happened today when she had cuckolded her new husband for what she knew would be only the first time of many. She loved John, but since he was her husband, he could never give her that sharp, guilty, sinful stab of pure degenerate lust that screwing another man could give her. Screwing another man while she thought about her husband sitting at home in ignorance, maybe thinking pure, loving thoughts about her, just made her pussy drip with desire. She almost orgasmed right there, sitting quietly, looking at her husband, all innocent of what she had done earlier today. And she loved it. ------------------------- When Tony and Jess had finished fucking on the floor of their living room for her benefit, Tony had looked up to see Carol massaging her beautiful, naked breasts and masturbating herself through her panties. His short but impressively thick penis, just moments before finished with spewing jism into his wife's cunt, was growing again; he was sure now, that this lovely college student would fuck him before she went home today. Almost exactly echoing his thoughts, Carol looked him right in the eyes and said in a level voice, loud enough to be heard over the racket of the projector, "You're going to fuck me now with that incredible stub of a cock you've got, I hope!" Jess looked over. She and her husband were way beyond feeling jealousy about each others' dalliances outside of their marriage. They had orgies with Tony's crew from the Fire Department once or twice a month, and they had each had numerous lovers over the course of their marriage. It wasn't smooth sailing all the time, but on balance, they probably didn't have any more problems than the average couple did. "Hell, yes, he'll fuck you!" Jess said, stretching her fantastic body to shoot another little dose of endorphins through her body. " And I want to watch!" Carol got up off of the couch. Her blouse and bra fell to the floor, and she stripped off the rest of her clothes. Tony grinned approvingly when Carol's shaven cunt came into view, looking like that of an innocent little girl. She lay down on the floor next to Jess, and started to caress Jess's breasts and sloppy pussy. The women heard the projector go off, and then the room was flooded with light as Tony opened the curtains, exposing all of them to whoever might be passing by on their quiet suburban street. Carol felt Tony's strong hands grab her by the shoulders and yank her away from his wife. Tony moved his thickly-muscled arms under her stomach, and simply lifted her life a sack of grain. She was folded over his arms, her breasts and legs hanging down, and his short, thick, erect cock lodged against her thigh as he carried her into one of the bedrooms in the back portion of the house. Tony roughly dumped her on the bed, and stood next to the big, king-sized mattress next to her. It was the first over-sized bed that Carol had ever seen. She knew right away that this kind of bed was made for fucking, and she got a little thrill from the idea that people actually made furniture to facilitate sex. Tony just stood and looked at her for a while, his short penis growing somewhat longer, and if possible, thicker than ever, and soon, Jess came in, still naked and dripping out of her cunt, and stood in the doorway, watching both of them. "Look at her Jess!" Tony said to his wife. "She's the perfect piece of ass! Jesus, if we can get her to come to one of our Unit parties, she'll be fucked senseless!" Carol knew that he was talking about getting her to stay for their party tonight, or maybe to come some other time. She thought that that was a terrific idea ... if the other firemen were as buffed up as he was, she would enjoy fucking all of them, all night long. Or, for that matter, she knew herself well enough that if the others were fat old men nearing retirement, she would be equally happy to fuck them, too. The dam had broken, and she knew she wasn't going back. Carol didn't say anything, she just spread her legs apart, and held her arms out toward Tony. "Fuck!" Tony said. He came to the bed, climbed up on it, slipped his hand down to her cunt, realized that she was sloppy wet, and just mounted her with no further preliminaries. She couldn't believe how fantastic his cock, maybe 4" long at most, made her feel. She realized that everyone was wrong about penis size ... oh, yes, size mattered, but it was girth, not length that pleased a woman! Tony was a small man, but was in superb physical condition. He leveraged his small torso up over Carol, and, with his cock buried to it's full depth into her, stood up on the bed. Carol was lifted with no apparent effort, hanging upside down from his strong arms grasping her hips and from his thick, powerful cock. Tony didn't thrust his hips into her as she expected, but pulled her up against him, his cock dragging tightly against her clitoris and then raking across her g-spot within. Then he lowered her a few inches and repeated the action. Her head was on the mattress -- she was that much taller than him -- and her neck was bent back from where her body had been lifted above her. Every time Tony lifted her, then released her, her neck had to flex, and her head slid back and forth across the sheets. Over and over again, his unique cock sliced across the most sensitive few centimeters of her body. She couldn't believe how great that felt, and she sensed an orgasm rushing at her like a run-away freight train. Her ample breasts were pulled up against her chin, bouncing in rhythm with Tony's fucking, and she spared one of her arms from steadying her on the bed to massage them -- first one, then the other. Carol's thoughts, scattered and jumbled by the sensory overload of the weird and fantastic fucking Tony was giving her, were on how much she was enjoying this lustful shattering of her marriage vows, how much she loved illicit sex. The more depraved, sinful and self-destructive, the better. As she started to climax, her thought was that she wished John could see her now, getting fucked upside down by a tiny fireman with a dick like a berry pistol. The secrecy was wonderful, but it would be even better if she could rub fucking John's nose in the lustful fun she was having. She zoomed out of her mind, and her body just shot what felt like electric shocks through her as she orgasmed -- so much better, so much hotter than with her nice, safe, boring husband! Carol had reached her climax, but Tony had only just finished fucking his own wife a few minutes before he started fucking this gorgeous married college girl and needed a while longer to cum into this stupid slut. "Christ!" he told himself, "This girl is an amazing fuck, she seems to love it, and she doesn't give a damn that she's a damn married woman! Does it get any better than this?" Tony and Carol both were momentarily surprised when Jess slipped in, and straddled Carol's head. Jess smacked Carol's hand away, and grabbed Carol's bouncing tits, and began angrily twisting her engorged nipples. Carol was still in the midst of her mind-blowing orgasm, and this was the final element, that jolt of pain that she just loved, and that made her debasement and joy complete. When Carol began to come out of the haze of her climax, she realized that Jess's sloppy cunt was poised there above her face, dripping the combined cums of Jess and Tony from their fuck of a few minutes earlier. There was a milky, foamy drool oozing out of Jess, and Carol wantonly lifted her head up to lick at Jess's cunt. She didn't have to do any work, Tony's yanking her whole body up and down moved her head under Jess's compact body, and Carol just enjoyed the filthy treasure she was getting in her mouth and all over her face. Jess's face was staring right at Carol's upside-down cunt, watching as her muscular husband easily lifted her student-teacher up onto his stout little penis, then lowered her down again, now in a frenzy of motion as he was approaching his massive orgasm. Carol's tongue on her cunt lips and clitoris had her completely revved up again, as did the knowledge that she and her husband had bent this recently-married girl to their will, had made her a slave to her lusts like THEY were, willing to trash everything that she loved when she was thinking straight, for these few moments of degenerate sex. Jess leaned forward and licked at the place where Carols twat and her husband's cock came together. Jess and Tony reached explosive orgasms at the same moment, and Carol had another little climax when she felt Jess's tongue on her cunt lips and also Tony spewing hot jets of cum up into her (actually, DOWN into her!). Her demented pleasure was complete when she also felt a sudden release of vaginal fluid from her new lover's wife, sitting on her face. The three of them collapsed into a heap, and didn't move for a few minutes. Finally, Carol said, "Can I take a shower? I can't go home like this!" Jess showed her where the master bath was, gave her a clean towel and loaned her some shampoo. She and Tony went out into the living room to talk about how they just had to get this girl, and maybe her husband, too, to come to one of their sex parties. Carol emerged from her shower, still nude, but now looking oddly chaste and proper. As she was getting dressed again, Carol said that she wanted to see the rest of the movie before she went home. The three of them sat and watched as sick and bizarre scene after demented scene of wild lust between two, sometimes three people, often spiked with intense and very realistic-seeming violence, flickered across the screen, no one scene lasting more than three or four minutes, no narrative, no plot, nothing but a serial display of pure, nasty, raunchy sex which lasted for aver an hour altogether. In spite of her renewed arousal from watching the movie, Carol knew she had to be getting home. But she assured her hosts that she wanted to come back. When they both suggested that she come sometime when they were having one of their parties, and bring her husband, John, she was immediately drawn to the idea. Carol wanted her new, loving husband to see her getting fucked hard by strangers, to see just exactly what kind of a girl he had married. ... to be continued in The Fall 3, but the story branches here. One version will be found in the "BDSM" section. another version will be found in the "Loving Wives" section. Which version is truer? The Fall Ch. 02 Warnings: Drug use and abduction. Don't try this at home, as you will likely get arrested. A/N: I'm just here to write delicious Victorian femdom smut. As always, a solid THANK YOU to Brenda for beta-ing this. ***~~~SS~~~*** Upon waking up, Jonathan took note of a few things. One- his head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, his limbs felt heavy, and he was acutely aware of the shifts of air in the room. Two - he was strapped to his own chair, not the desk chair, but the one he used for the women who came to his practice. His arms were secured above his head, and his legs were secured in the stirrups with the leather straps. Three - he was nude from the waist down and his shirt had been unbuttoned. He believed that it was his own handkerchief in his mouth and it was probably tied around the back of his head. Four - Eliza Wesley was standing over him smiling and holding one of his syringes. It was depressed and empty. Meaning she just injected... "I was beginning to think I used too much Ether, you were sleeping for over an hour. And as far as this goes..."she motioned with the syringe, "I gave you a little opium to help you relax, lower your inhibitions. Don't worry, it was not too much as I want you still coherent." Jonathan was beside himself. Not only was he being humiliated, but a female simpleton has also outsmarted him. However, the drugs did much to temper his anger for the moment. Eliza smirked as she watched his brows furrow in confusion, he really was adorable like this. His pompous attitude was now gone, and his ability to move or talk has been taken away. Just the way she liked it. Now it was time to play. "You're wondering how 'a woman with below average intelligence' managed to restrain you?" He gave a slight nod, it was the only thing he was able to do. His mind was hazy. She leaned on his chest with her face only inches from his. He could smell her perfume. "You see, Clinton was brilliant, but he needed a lot of help in the labs. He taught me everything. It's probable that I even know more about the human body than you do Dr. Maxwell." He scowled. Impossible. "Oh? I overheard you tell uncle that the procedure you were going to use was going to take hours. You must be pretty poor at pelvic massage. I almost pity the women you see on a day-to-day basis." She smirked again, "I bet I can treat you for hysteria in under thirty minutes, and that's only if I take my time." Jonathan was confused, his mind tumbling through most of what she just said. Men didn't develop hysteria. It was a purely female condition! He tried to voice this to his captor, but even if he didn't have something in his mouth, the words would have come out nearly unrecognizable due to slurring. As if reading his thoughts, she continued. "Hysteria is a joke anyway. No one dies from it, so it's a way for doctors to make money, as the patients need to come in weekly for treatment. Isn't that right?" He scowled again and her face grew serious, "Besides, I believe that the most brilliant men do develop hysteria, even more so than women. Why, I had to treat my dear Clinton for it almost daily." Eliza looked down at the shiny levers and cranks on his chair; she had to give credit where it was due. It was obvious that he had drawn up the plans and had it built to his specifications. The thing was almost as ingenious as the Berkley Horse was nearly forty years prior, although she was sure that Dr. Maxwell had much purer intentions than Theresa Berkley. Oh yes, she was positive that her little doctor honestly thought that he was helping cure madness and save lives. Chuckling darkly, she turned a crank, and the chair suddenly lurched backwards earning a groan from her captive. He probably didn't enjoy the sudden movement all too much, but now he was in a more prone position. Turning to double check the instruments that she was going to use for Dr. Maxwell's "treatment", she was pleased to see that everything seemed to be sterile and clean, that was such a rarity in most doctor's offices. Setting everything within reach just above his line of vision, she turned back to her patient. She separated the only piece of clothing preserving his modesty, his shirt, and gazed at his pale body. He had small pink nipples that were now hardening due to the slight draft in the room. She ran her hands over the expanse of his chest watching the muscles dance just under his skin. It would seem that he did take Clinton's advice about proper exercise to heart. His body, while thin, was all hard sinewy muscle. She has chosen wisely, as she was enjoying just touching him. Tickling his ribs, she laughed in delight when he bucked uselessly to escape from her questing digits. While her hands were warm and being tickled was not entirely unpleasant, Jonathan couldn't for the life of him figure out why she was focusing on his upper torso. Or why he wasn't entirely upset about this at the moment. He scoffed, administering a pelvic massage until the patient experienced hysterical paroxysm was the standard treatment of hysteria. Not that he could be treated for hysteria, as he was a man. He shook his head slightly trying to gather his thoughts. Regardless, treatment had nothing to do with the chest. But when the pads of her fingers ghosted over his left nipple, he felt his traitorous manhood beginning to stir. ***~~~SS~~~*** Notes: Theresa Berkley ran a high-class BDSM brothel in Victorian London that specialized in chastisement, whipping, flagellation, and the like. She invented the Berkley Horse, an apparatus that reportedly earned her a fortune in flogging wealthy men and women of the time. Upon her death in 1836, it was discovered exactly how many of her clients were part of the aristocracy. All letters and various correspondence were eventually destroyed. Jonathan's chair is a figment of my twisted imagination. Victorian doctors did not strap you down to bring you to orgasm. As you stood in their office, they lifted your skirt, averted their eyes to preserve modesty, and then brought you to "hysterical paroxysm". ***~~~SS~~~*** Reviews help me learn and motivate me to continue writing. I also accept anonymous ones! The Fall Ch. 03 Reading Parts I&II will help you understand the general plot here. Votes/Feedback is appreciated. The plan her is to take this into a much longer story. Reunion with Tony Tony's dark, curly hair and black eyes were just as Sheryl remembered him-the same old "Italian Stallion". Tony had grown up in Philadelphia's Italian community and gotten into Williams College on an athletic scholarship. He'd struggled academically, but had managed to leverage his contacts at Williams into a decent job in the marketing department of a midwestern pharmaceutical company after graduation. Tony was rather Catholic-refused to believe the Church scandals in 2000 were anything but something new. "God, I'm glad to see you Sheryl. It’s been too long,” said Tony as Sheryl looked at Tony, a smile on her face. He greeted her with a big, wet kiss. Sheryl's kiss, was what Tony expected, but Sheryl felt strange. Just a few hours before, she'd been kissing another woman and fucking another man. Tony traveled light so they just hopped a cab. Tony had booked reservations in a rather nice Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. "This place is run by a old family friend, I'd called ahead and let them know that we might be a little late," Tony confidently told Sheryl. When they arrived, the Matra Di, escorted them to a rather nice, private booth in the back of the restaurant. The decor was immaculate-it was one of the more romantic restaurants that Sheryl had ever been in. "Sheryl, I wanted to let you know that I've really missed you. I know that last few months we haven't had much time together-with both of us starting new jobs and all," Tony said seriously. "Tony, really its ok--I really did appreciate the flowers though," said Sheryl as she gazed into Tony’s eyes. "You're worth it," said Tony. "The big thing here, I have some news. I'm not just here to see you. Monday afternoon I'm interviewing at the branch office of my company-I may get a chance to transfer her to New York. It might be a chance for us to be together more again". Sheryl smiled. When she had first met Tony, she'd wondered how she had ever attracted someone quite like him. Tony was Athletic, outgoing. Her blonde hair hadn't hurt she suspected. Sure, her figure wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't the worst either. Sheryl always thought of herself as a bit smarter than Tony. Sheryl was somehow surprised though. She'd thought that after the events of this afternoon, she might push Tony away, but somehow, Tony just seemed more interested than ever-and she was just as outwardly responsive as she had been. Tony had mentioned at the restaurant, that he was rather tired-Sheryl understood-it had been a substantial day of work and travel for Tony-they went back to her place-they had after all talked about that before he had come to New York. Sheryl's apartment was as tidy as always. Everything just so. She'd made an extra effort to be ready for Tony, but her place was usually very neat. Tony was still elated, as he had been all evening. As they entered the door, it occurred to Sheryl: Gerald’s spunk is still in my ass. What do I do here? Ok, calm down here. You just need to get Tony in front of the TV and "freshen up". Tony was happy to comply and rapidly found a football game on cable. Sheryl went to the bathroom, she started just wiping her ass with toilet paper--yep, it is a good thing I remembered this. I'm going to have to put these in a good save place too-she put her cum-stained panties careful in the bottom of the hamper. Carefully she looked in the mirror-one of her partners-had left a bit of a mark on her neck--ok, looks like it is the dark romantic evening for tonight. She showed, put on her lingerie and lit some candles in her bedroom. Tony was rather visual and liked the lights on. Tonight, well, he'd just have to live with it. It took little coaxing, but Tony was able to tear away from the bronze athletes competing on the screen. Sheryl placed her hand on his crotch. This was a little forward compared to her usual demeanor-usually it was Tony that initiated their sex play-what he lacked in initiative, he made up for in response-once again he kissed her passionately. "No, not here sweetheart lets go to the bedroom," Sheryl directed Tony. They went into the darkened bedroom. This was the first hint of disappointment on Tony's face-but he said nothing. Anxiously he undressed and jumped into bed "He may not be the swiftest, but he still has a good body,” Sheryl thought to herself. Sheryl crawled beside him. Tony reached over to touch her thighs, massaging them carefully. She knew the routine oh so well, first, he'd massage her, then lick her tits, then move to her crotch-the same old predictable Tony. Well, at least she'd gotten him to give up going to confession afterwards. As he tenderly touched her crotch, Tony was in for a bit of a surprise. "God you are wet-I don't think I ever remember you quite like this before," gasped Tony. Sheryl smiled as she spread her legs wider. "Oh, I'm just happy to see you," replied Sheryl. Sheryl knew that Tony was a decent and gentle lover. Still as she lay back and let him attend to her, she thought back to the day before: God it was hot, Gerald fucking her ass--she had heard the gay guys in the office talk about barebacking-well that was it. Sheryl came louder than usual--she was just glad she didn't call out Gerald's name! After satisfying Sheryl manually, Tony started to play orally around her thighs-something he did rather rarely. Sheryl loved to be eaten-but was just a little paranoid that even after her quick shower, there might be some evidence left of the night before. "No, you don't have to honey--besides that isn't exactly kosher with the latest safe-sex guidelines," smiled Sheryl. "Come on honey-you know there's no one but you Sheryl," complained Tony. "Now, now, now, we do need to be safe don't we?" Sheryl said. She knew Tony would given in-he always did. Carol reached over, and grabbed a condom. Now, it was Tony's turn. Massaging his uncircumcised cock was still fun. Still, somehow she was a bit grossed out by the image of the smooth, uncut head. Tony was hard, quite hard from her manual ministrations. As Sheryl tore the condom package, ” Sheryl, do we really need to mess with that for oral sex?" asked Tony. "Come on honey, you know our agreement," replied Sheryl. Tony’s cock softened but he remained quiet. Sheryl did try to be attentive him. She massaged Tony's ass, and pects as she sucked his condom covered cock. The perverse thrill her was knowing that she gave Gerald something she didn't give Tony and Tony just didn't have a hint. She _wished_ she'd have the guts to let Tony go down on her-maybe next time she fucked Gerald, she’d risk it. Tony came rapidly-he usually did with oral sex. Fortunately, he was young enough that his recovery time was pretty rapid. Sheryl let him take the lead during intercourse. Tony’s condom covered cock fucked her hard and fast. Then she remembered what needed to happen here. “Tony: bite my neck, now, do it, come on bite--- me harder,” coaxed Sheryl. Tony did exactly as she asked without thinking. Good thought Sheryl--now that little bit of evidence is gone. Tony lasted longer than usual--a good fifteen minutes. This gave Sheryl plenty of time to fake an orgasm. "Come on baby, you are soo.... good. Yeah, you know it, make me come, yeah, I want your cock, take me there, yeah Tony take me there," groaned Sheryl. The verbal stimulation rapidly brought Tony to a climax. Sheryl took off Tony’s condom and deposited it in a wastebasket. Tony fell asleep rapidly after his climax. Sheryl knew Tony was a sound sleeper. Carefully, she grabbed her Hitachi magic wand and went to her living room. God, she wished Gerald was there-or Judy. Fucking Tony had gotten her going-but she was far from satisfied. As Tony slept in the next room, Sheryl started up her vibrator and pummeled her cunt with it. What was different from her usual sex play, she just couldn't stop thinking about Gerald fucking her ass. While her right hand moved the wand, her left hand massaged her ass--God, she loved that feeling. She only wished that she had another vibrator for her ass. Soon, wave after wave of coursed through her body. Carefully, Sheryl put away her toys. Now, she really was ready for sleep. The Fall Ch. 03 Carol's story branches here. This chapter can be read both here in the BDSM section, and in Loving Wives. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. You might be surprised by which one that is. -- Dora. -------------------------------------- "John?" Carol spoke quietly to her husband as he sat at his drafting board, completely involved in his complex engineering work. Her husband didn't react, but continued to tote up a column of figures on a pad beside the drawing he was working on. "John?" Carol said, more loudly. "Can we talk for a minute?" John continued what he was doing for a second, then turned to smile at her. "Sure," he said. "If you can talk while I'm working! Go! I'll listen!" Then he went back to what he had been doing. Carol thought he had totally tuned her out. "John I had the strangest experience this afternoon!" No reaction. "I went over to Jess's house to grade papers, and I met her husband, Tony, finally," she said. "Uh-huh." John said. "He's, what, a policeman or something?" "A fireman! Tony's a fireman, John," she said, a little louder. "Oh, yeah, right," John said. "That IS interesting!" Carol knew that John was hearing her but not really listening. "No, it wasn't THAT, John. They were getting ready to have a party this evening! They are going to show movies tonight at their party, and Tony showed me the movie!" "Cool," John said. "It was a porno movie!" Carol admitted. "That's nice," said John, transferring some numbers from his pad of calculations to his drawing, carefully lettering them on with his drafting lead holder and the edge of his little triangle. Carol just waited. After a long period of silence, John became aware that Carol was no longer talking to him, and he looked away from his work to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, hon! What did you say?" "I was saying that Jess Spinelli and her husband Tony have a film club that meets every couple of weeks. They invited us to come next time and have dinner with them and some of their friends, and see some art movies at their house. Do you want to go?" John's eyes scanned back toward his work without him turning his head; he was clearly feeling a compulsion to return to the line of concentration he had interrupted for whatever it was that Carol was saying. He looked back at his wife. "Oh, no Carol! You know how I hate those things! And I can't take a whole evening right now to socialize with your friends from school." "Okay! I was just asking. It's just, I think the idea of a movie club like they have, is really interesting, is all. Do you think I could just go on my own?" Carol asked, all innocence. "Sure, honey!" John said. Relieved to realize that the conversation was drawing to a close without his having committed to any new social obligations. "You go on and have a lot of fun!" "Okay, thanks!" Carol said. To herself she said, 'You bet I'll have fun, you busy little beaver. Fuck you! Too bad you won't be coming along, you'd have a lot of fun, too. But, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself just as much here at home working on your projects. Well, maybe you won't have QUITE as much fun!' --------------------------------------- Carol was the first guest to arrive at the party three weeks later. The schedule of these parties was irregular, set by when everyone in the group cycled through their duty cycle and their time off corresponded. The parties were planned for the evening of the first day everybody had off, so they could stretch into the next day if they wanted, and everyone had a chance to rest up before they had to go back on duty at the fire house. Tony told Carol that he had created quite a stir when he told his buddies that there would be a married college girl attending without her husband. He said everyone would probably be getting there early, if he knew how these guys' minds worked. Carol was flattered and excited. The infamous 16mm projector was already set up in the middle of the living room, but the screen was set off to one side, leaving the fireplace and hearth open at the center of the tidy and stylish living room. Carol helped Jess set out the buffet dinner that everyone would nibble way at all evening as their desires and need to refuel demanded. Tony set up a well-stocked bar with wine and beer, but he said most of them avoided too much drinking of alcohol, because it "dampened their endurance." He said most of the guests would be drinking sodas or seltzer water all night. Sure enough, at about 4:30, the other couples started arriving. First were Jim Francis and his wife, Alice. Jim was the exact opposite of Tony, blond and fair where Tony was dark, tall and lean where Tony was short and stocky. But, like Tony, Jim was clearly well-built, his muscles pulling the fabric at the chest and shoulders of his shirt and the thighs of his trousers taut. Jim must have been six-feet six inches tall. Jim wore his hair in a crew cut, and had the chiseled jaw and lean face of a young, strong, rugged man. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he looked fit and healthy, so he was very attractive. Alice Francis was what might later be called a trophy wife. Carol could see why the other men would be excited to have Jim and his wife in these parties. She was also tall, maybe five-ten, and slender. She had a full bosom, and was wearing a sort of harem-pants outfit with a bloused top that was slightly see-through and showed off her breasts without really revealing anything. Her flat midriff and smooth, toned back were left bare. She was a blond, too, like her husband, and her long, lustrous hair was a cascade of gold falling down her shoulders to the middle of her bare back. She had fashion-model looks, her face very lean with prominent cheek bones and a fine, slender nose. Carol almost wanted to fuck her herself. Jim and Alice were introduced to Carol, and they got drinks and just chatted like it was the most normal of cocktail parties. Next to arrive were the Wilsons and the Burkes, who came together in one car. Jeff Wilson seemed a little older, but he had the severe, serious gaze of a former Marine, which in fact, he was. Jeff had a prominent vertical scar over one eyebrow and down his cheek that Carol just thought was amazingly sexy. He, too, had his grey hair short, even shorter than Jim's crew cut, more like just a day's worth of stubble after shaving his head bald. Jeff was about Carol's height, but obviously much more massive, and he clearly didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his well-defined body. Jeff's wife, Judy, reminded Carol instantly of Sheila, her friend and lover at college in Nebraska. Judy was much younger than her husband, about the age of the rest of the crowd, which was maybe ten years older than Carol's twenty-one years. Like Sheila, Judy was a tiny red-headed woman, but unlike Sheila, Judy's bust was very prominent, and she had dressed tonight to show it off, with a neckline so deeply cut that Carol thought her boobs might spill out at any second. Jeff was the first one to say anything sexual to Carol; with Judy holding onto his arm, he said in his low, soft voice that just melted Carol's heart, "Oh, Carol, you're just fantastically beautiful! I can hardly wait to see you naked!" After that comment, their conversation went on to normal small talk, leaving Carol in a dither, her cunt already almost dripping with anticipation. Mike Burke was the joker of the crowd. He had a big, bushy mutton-chops moustache, made all the more outrageous by the sandy-red color of his hair. Mike was the only one of the men who had a full, bushy head of hair, kind of piled loosely on the top of his head and then just falling off the top onto his neck. He looked like he was due for a haircut. Mike was heavily freckled and was the only one there (other than Carol, who was trying to figure out if anyone else was maybe wearing contacts) who wore glasses, which in Mike's case were big, attention-getting horn-rims. Mike, being a fireman and required to be in good shape, was not fat, but seemed to be a naturally heavy-set man, maybe somewhat like her husband, John, but he looked like he was way more fit than John, and had enormous strength in his arms and torso. Mike was joking around with everyone as soon as he walked in the door with his wife, Gennifer. Gennifer looked like the typical middle-class suburban housewife, what we now would call a soccer mom. She was dressed almost like Carol, in a button-down Oxford shirt under a snug sweater-vest, with a tweedy wool skirt, knee-high stockings and penny loafers. Gen looked like she had consciously dressed like a school girl to give Carol a run for her money, and she did. Gennifer's body was trim and compact, like Carol's and she seemed to Carol to move with the grace and agility of an athlete, as if under those clothes were well-developed long swimmer's or runner's muscles. Well, Carol thought, I'll guess we'll see about that! All told, there were four couples, plus, of course Carol. Nine beautiful specimens of the human race, gathered together for the specific purpose of fucking one another senseless for as long as they could. Carol could hardly wait. The sexy depravity of this situation was almost more stimulating than she could stand, and her cunt was literally leaking out onto her thighs in anticipation. But Carol couldn't quite see how the evening was going to transition from a normal dinner and cocktail party to the sex orgy she was looking forward to. Her question was answered when Tony rapped a knife on a glass, and stepped up onto the hearth of their fireplace, which actually only made him about as tall as the rest of the crowd. "Before we start our movie this evening, I'm sure everyone is eager to see Carol naked and getting fucked!" Carol was shocked and thrilled by the outlandish frankness of his words. Laughter, and a chorus of "Hear, hear!" ran through the crowd, not entirely from the men, and several people smiled at her embarrassment. Carol realized that this outlandish statement had actually been made to put her more at ease in this awkward situation, and she smiled back, accepting being the butt of the joke. "I had everyone drop their car keys into this bowl," Tony said as he lifted up a soup bowl and rattled it, "including me of course ... Mike there dropped in his house keys in since he didn't drive." ("Sorry!" Mike said, to a general laugh.) "What we're going to do is have Carol draw out one set of keys to determine who's going to be the lucky guy to be the first to "do the deed" with her tonight. The happy couple will do their thing right up here on the hearth under the down-lights, so we can all watch Carol be welcomed to our little club!" There was a smattering of applause and comments of approval. Carol's heart was pounding with excitement. Everyone was going to be watching her and one of these men while they stripped down and then, while she was being screwed by some other woman's husband right up there at the focus of the room. She was both terrified and over the top with delight. A couple of voices started calling, "C'mon, Carol," and "Go pick mine ... it's the long one!" and similar light-hearted comments. Tony held up the bowl, and Carol weaved her way through the other guests to the front of the room, completely self-conscious and electrically aware of all the little grabs and feels she was given on the way there. Carol reached up her hand, and fished around in the puddle of keys and key-chains for a bit before grasping one and lifting it out. She handed it to Tony. "Jeff Wilson, you son of a bitch!" Tony announced. While Jeff threaded his way from the kitchen, through the others and the furniture, all the other men were griping, "Christ, Jeff, don't use this one up! Leave some for the rest of us, huh?" and "Crap, Jeff, go a little easy this time, okay? We wanna play all night!" and so on. Tony asked Jeff, "What do you want, Jeff?" As he arrived next to Carol, and put his arm around her waist, he said, "A chair, I guess, one of those big old kitchen chairs so everybody can see." Tony stepped away to get a stout chair, and Jeff just started removing Carol's clothes. No kiss to start things out, no "Hi, again!," nothing. He just started to get her ready to fuck as the start of the evening's entertainment for the other seven people. While Carol followed Jeff's example, and began unbuttoning his shirt, she noticed that the others were shuffling around, and were finding places to sit where they could get a good view of what was going to happen, no one with their own spouse anymore. Since there was an extra woman, Jim was sitting with both Jess Spinelli and Judy Wilson. Mike was paired up with Alice Francis on a love seat adjacent to the hearth, and Gennifer was waiting on a recliner for Tony to finish bringing the chair to the front. By the time Tony had left the over-sized old wooden kitchen chair set up on the elevated hearth, Jeff and Carol's tops were off, and Carol was reaching back behind herself to remove her bra. Jeff just reached behind her with one hand, batted her hands away, and quickly squeezed her bra fastener, snapping it open with the ease of long practice. The elastic rebound of the suddenly released halter, and the natural resiliency of her own ample breasts made her bra straps slide off of her shoulders, and the brassiere fell to the floor. Jeff just murmured "Gorgeous," to her. She smiled at him. From that point on, there were several minutes consisting of everyone including the couple in the front of the room just getting naked, and in a short while, all the other couples (and one trio!) were lounging comfortably together, typically with the men's hands on the women's breasts, and the women with theirs on the men's growing erections. Carol's vision was overloaded by the novelty and lewdness of the sight. Jeff got up onto the elevated hearth and sat down in the old wooden chair. Carol marveled at the fluid grace of his muscled body, and also was intrigued to see that the scar on his face jumped down and streaked down across his chest and tight stomach, even extending a little onto his upper thigh. She could see the scars of hastily-applied stitches across it there. Jeff gestured by patting his thighs for Carol to come up and sit in his lap, from which she could see projecting a nice-sized penis with a good-sized hard-on. Carol felt the familiar stirring in her groin that told her that she was on more familiar ground, now, and that she was going to really enjoy herself tonight. She stepped up gingerly, checking to be sure that there was adequate room for the chair on the hearth so they didn't fall off (there was plenty), and turning to sit in Jeff's lap. Everyone got quiet, but from time to time there were a few murmurs here and there around the room. Looking the other way and seeing seven sets of eyes glued on her and Jeff there on the little "stage", Carol was suddenly terrified again. This was the most far-out thing she had ever done, and she didn't know what to expect. She felt extremely self-conscious and tense, although the hyper-sexuality of the situation had her very aroused already, and even her anxiety about doing this in front of all these people added to the thrill for her. She thought briefly about John back at home working on his engineering project and what he would think if he could see her now. Would he have enjoyed sitting on one of these modern leather couches, fondling some stranger's wife while he watched his bride of only a few months up on stage getting ready to be fucked by some other stranger? She guessed not, but who knows? "Just relax, sweetheart!" Jeff said, too quietly for the others to hear. "We're all friends here, and this is going to be a lot of fun, I think." Carol turned to Jeff and smiled, then he pulled her toward him and gave her a big, wet, open-mouthed kiss, sensuously sliding his open hands down her back, up over her ripe buttocks, dipping the edge of one hand into the damp crack there, then lingering to fondle her ass. Carol relaxed into his arms, and soon forgot about their audience. She felt his cock alongside her thigh, growing even larger, pushing up against her like a growing plant. Jeff moved one arm around her waist to secure her to him on the chair, and moved his other hand to her front to gently caress her luscious breasts. With a louder voice, for the benefit of everyone, Jeff asked her, "How old are you, sweetheart?" "I'm twenty-one," Carol said. "Louder!" someone from the back shouted out. "Twenty-one!" Carol said again, this time, too loudly. She was embarrassed. "I'm forty-eight years old. I could be your father!" Jeff said. "Your mom like you, Carol? She like to fuck around with lots of men?" he asked. "Yeah," Carol said, trying to keep concentration on the conversation while Jeff was manipulating her nipples. He slid his own butt to the front edge of the chair, and had rolled her around a little so she was facing their audience and lying back against his chest, with her head laid back and her ear next to his mouth. "My mom likes to play around a bit!" "Well, hell honey," Jeff laughed, "maybe I really AM your father! I fucked a lot of pretty girls twenty-one years ago!" Here, he pinched one of Carol's nipples really hard, and it startled her. She stiffened in his grasp and arched her back a little. "Oh yeah? Bring HER next time!" came a male voice from somewhere in the living room. "Tell me, Carol, if I WERE your father, would you fuck me anyway?" "Yes!" Carol said, her answer abrupt and again too loud as Jeff had suddenly moved his hand down to her pussy, sliding easily over the smooth, shaven skin. "Yeah, I'd fuck my own father if he looked like you!" Carol said, breathily. Jeff laughed. "Thanks for the compliment." Jeff went quiet for few moments while he explored Carol's well-lubricated slit, sliding his fingers around in there, finding and caressing her clitoris, pinching gently her inner lips, pushing his fingers back, back along them until they joined again, and then until she could feel that they had reached her ass crack, spreading her natural lubrication there in the snug slot between her cheeks as she sat on his lap. "How long you been married, honey?" Jeff asked, moving his hand out of her crotch to find and twist her wedding ring, smearing it with the sticky goo from her own cunt. "Three months," Carol answered, "almost four!" "Almost four months!" Jeff's hand was now back between Carol's legs, and he had leaned her back against the high arm of the chair, her body now more or less lying along his lap, chest, and the chair, her legs extended out over his to the very edge of the raised hearth. The arm he had around her waist, he now slid up a bit to caress one boob and fondle its nipple. He urged her legs further apart, and pushed his other hand to delve there more deeply. "Four whole months you kept your sacred vow to honor and obey your husband before you decided, what? Too boring? Enough is enough? Time to get busy and get something going with some other guys?" Carol was starting to writhe with both his words and the sensuality of Jeff's caresses of her breast and pussy. "Yeah! That's right, you bastard! I NEED someone like you to fuck me HARD, and it's been too long since I had it!" She turned her face to his, and swirled her tongue all over his mouth until he captured her tongue and sucked it into his mouth and pinned it there by lightly biting down on it. Carol felt the middle two fingers of his hand enter her vagina, the knuckles of his outer fingers lying in the troughs between her inner and outer lips on each side, while his thumb lightly stroked her oily clitoris. She spread her legs yet wider, eager to be sure that everyone had a great view of this man debauching her. Suddenly, Carol screamed in terrible pain, as Jeff bit down on her tongue, rammed his hand as hard as he could up into her cunt, basically punching her there, his thumb digging into the top of her opening and smashing her sensitive clit, the knuckles of his outer fingers plowing deep into the tender flesh along-side of her inner lips. At the same time, the hand which had been caressing her distended nipple pinched down with all the power Jeff had in his strong hands, his fingernails digging into her tender, sensitive flesh there. Carol couldn't recover her breath, the pain was so extreme. The Fall Ch. 03 "You ARE a regular little whore, aren't you?" Carol heard but couldn't understand what he was saying, her entire concentration on the intense pain she was feeling. In order that he could talk again, Jeff had released her aching tongue. She could taste blood in her mouth. "Only four fucking months, and you step out to fuck around on your nice hubby, leaving him at home to work while you go have sex with four or five strange men? That make you happy, you stupid bitch?" he asked as he again pulled his hand back an inch or so then punched it back in as hard as his muscular arm could shove it, up into her cunt. Carol screamed again, her voice ragged with the force of her yell. She looked to the audience for help, but she became aware that there were cheers from the men, and shouts of "Rip that two-timing bitch, Jeff!" and "Ram it up her college twat!" Belatedly, Carol realized the implications of the kind of films these guys liked to watch, and was suddenly very afraid that she was in for a long, unhappy night. As she tried to regain her breath and her equilibrium from Jeff's last assault, she heard cries of pain from at least one of the other women in the audience, as well. Her advisor, Jess, cried out from the other side of the room "Oh, my God," and Carol was certain that her cry was not one of passion or excitement, but one of anguish. What the hell had she gotten herself into here? These women were the WIVES of these men! They had to KNOW what kind of abuse these fuckers liked to dish out. But here they all were, apparently willing to come back again and again to be tortured and humiliated and fucked by this band of brutal, moral-less men. Moral-less? She knew she was in no position to judge about anyone's morals. But at least, she hadn't hurt anyone like these bastards were hurting her and the other women! Of course, she was quite willing to hurt her husband John, but that was different. Wasn't it? Carol also began to see that each of these women had a strong man there with her to be sure that things didn't go too far in the hands of one of these other freaks. But Carol had purposely, intentionally, left the only one in her life who might be able to help, who cared for her, who loved her enough to risk the beating he would surely take from these guys to save her from this, she had left her husband John, to come down here alone and get herself fucked. She had often said to one of her dates before, "do anything with me you want," but now she was seeing exactly what that might mean. Carol was a strong woman, and knew she had to defend herself. But Jeff had released her aching nipple and moved his arm to pin both of HER arms tightly to her sides, and had bent one leg around, trapping her legs in a scissors between his. Carol remembered that she had successfully kept herself from being raped once before, but this guy wasn't some boozy cowboy. This was a perfectly-conditioned, angry man who had been trained in hand-to-hand combat, and her struggles were to no avail. Jeff had moved his free hand down and forced two or three fingers into her aching vagina, beginning to stroke in and out of her there slowly, then faster, again rubbing her sore clit with his thumb. Against her will, Carol's insane inner slut began to respond to that, in spite of the fact that consciously, she was revolted by this man and what he was doing, and was still trying to escape her horrible situation. Slowly, though, she became aware that her pain was being replaced ... no, overlaid ... by a growing, profound pleasure, and that his words about her behavior were exactly right. She WAS a regular little whore, except she didn't even ask the men for money ... she gave herself away for free. Three months (almost four, she felt so stupid for saying that, now ... it had just aggravated him) was all she COULD mange to keep her solemn promise to her loving husband. But Carol knew that she would never stop looking for the next thrilling, secret, cheating sexual high that she needed, somehow. And as she began to relax in Jeff's grasp and admit to herself that in spite of the pain, maybe partially BECAUSE of it, she was enjoying what he was now doing to her with his hands in her bruised cunt, she began to think that this is precisely what she deserved. She deserved to be punished, and punished severely, for the faithless, cheating slut that she was. And Jeff was just the guy to do it. Carol's head was spinning as she sucked gently on her bleeding, aching tongue, but she was beginning to become aware that Jeff was speaking to her again, quietly, calmly, while he finger-fucked her hard, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear (although from time to time, there were cries of pain and wordless moans from the women in the audience), "So here's the deal, Princess. I'm going to let go of you in a minute. You can choose what you want to do. If you want, you can get up, get dressed, and go home to hubby, where it's safe, and comfortable, and there's no pain but no real thrills either. Nobody will stop you. You can tell your sweet, gentle man at home everything that happened here if you want, but I'm pretty sure you won't." He paused for a second, then added, "And if you do, my guess is he won't do anything about it!" "Or, you can stay with us for the rest of the evening. If you stay, I PROMISE you we'll be hurting you some more ... much more. You know you deserve it. And you know you can handle it. You know it turns you on, and you crave it in that black slut heart of yours. Because I also promise you, every one of us will be fucking you too! We'll fuck you over and over ... as often as we can get it up ... maybe more often than you can stand it. Do you even think that's possible, you silly cunt? We'll fuck you two and three at a time ... you want that, don't you? You don't want to be somebody's good little wife! You want to be fucked by wild, violent men more often than you can stand it, as again in the future often as you can arrange it." "So, I'm going to let you go now, and you have to decide who you really are inside this fantastic sexy body that was just made for fucking ... do you want the pain you know you deserve and the real, hard-line fucking you deserve, or do you want to run home to the sweet, calm, peaceful love of your soft, gentle husband?" And with those words, Jeff completely released Carol from his grasp, and she almost fell off the chair perched there up on the Spinelli's hearth. Carol grabbed Jeff's neck and shoulder in a reflex to keep from falling, and until that exact second, she believed that she was going to grab her clothes and run as fast and as far as she could from these bastards and their sick, enabling wives who she heard screaming through the rush of the racing pulse in her ears. But, it was like she was somehow disembodied, and looked on bewildered from within herself, as what she did next, instead of leaping up and running, was pull Jeff's head forward and lean down and give him the most sexual, open-mouthed soul kiss she could, effectively begging him to use her up, to abuse her tender, sexy body, to fuck her as violently as he and his crew of demented firemen wanted, for as long as they wanted. Jeff reciprocated her kiss, and roughly turned her body to face him, pulled her legs up to straddle his, and pulled his face back so he could look down and see where his big, engorged prick was about to plow into her abused cunt. "You're mine, now, you fucking stupid slut!" he snapped out, and Carol unaccountably felt a warm thrill zoom through her whole body with the promise and threat inherent in what he said. Carol didn't wait for Jeff to slip it in her. She pulled her knees up, found purchase for her feet on the chair, and pushed up with her feet perched on the edge of the chair's seat, and then reached below herself to guide his swollen cock into her. She was vaguely aware of applause from their audience as well as the occasional new yelp or howl of pain. She didn't ease her tender sex down onto him, she just dropped, and felt him jolt his hips upward, to jam his big cock up into her, causing her to cry out again, but this time, with a little orgasm shooting through her as she did, the pain and the pleasure mixed in a toxic and addicting brew. Jeff grabbed her under her thighs, stood up and leaned back, gradually relaxing his arms to push more and more of her own weight down onto his penis where it was embedded into her cunt. Jeff angrily kicked the chair off of the hearth, and turned the two of them so that they could be seen from the side, so that their audience of other men tormenting and fucking each others' wives could see every detail as his big cock plunged again and again into her as he repeatedly lifted Carol and dropped her down onto himself. Carol just clung to Jeff's neck, not really participating except to thrill to the feelings racing through her athletic young body. Her head was nestled in the crook of Jeff's neck, her face tight against his stubbly jaw, and her beautiful shiny hair, grown long since she no longer swam competitively, spilling over his broad shoulder and down his back, bouncing there with every pulse of their love-making ... no, with every throb of their fuck. Jeff turned his head and used his nose to urge Carol to lift her face for a kiss, which she did. Oddly, something about kissing Jeff seemed like more of a betrayal of her husband than the fucking. It was as if there was love and tenderness between her and Jeff, as if they were truly being intimate. Partly, it was because their mouths were right there, where their souls seemed to live, whereas their genitals were way down below there somewhere, no matter how powerful and insistent the feelings radiating out from them were. Maybe it was because kissing was so innocent and pure, something mothers did with their little babies, parents with their children when they putting them to bed, and friends when parting. But those kisses were not like THIS kiss. Jeff never missed a stroke into Carol's cunt while his tongue went on a tour of the inside of her head. He slid his tongue along between her gums and her lips, top and bottom, front to back. He pushed her own tongue rudely out of the way when he started licking the roof of her mouth, making Carol gag a little. He pushed his tongue underneath hers, and shoved hard against the web of sensitive tissue between the bottom of her tongue and her lower jaw there. Then, he sucked her tongue into his own mouth, and again bit down on it, more gently this time, his teeth coming down directly on the wound from his earlier assault. The pain in her mouth diverted Carol's attention from her building climax just long enough for her to lose the thread, which had been Jeff's intention. He had felt her legs, and her torso where it was clutched tightly against his, beginning to tense up and he recognized the symptoms of the onset of a mammoth orgasm on its way for her. Now, he released one of Carol's legs, which she just held in place herself by clamping her thigh tightly against his hip, and moved his hand up between them to massage her breasts. To do this, he had to push Carol back a little, leaning away from his body, perilously close to toppling over backwards. But she kept her arms clasped around his neck and encouraged his new exploration of her responsive tits. He pinched the same swollen nipple that he had abused earlier, of course, but the sensation this time was a jolt of pure sexual pleasure from her breast down to her pussy, re-igniting her final climb to orgasm. Jeff was an older guy, at that age where he could still maintain an erection long enough to pleasure a woman, but needed much more time to reach a climax himself. The perfect combination as far as Carol was concerned. As Jeff again felt Carol approaching her climax, he realized his own would soon overtake him, as well. When he felt it was inevitable, he started pushing much harder by bending his knees and thrusting upwards into Carol with each stroke, letting gravity amplify his efforts, and thereby mashing her tender vaginal lips and compressing their interlaced organs almost painfully upward every time. These men who loved to inflict pain were also addicted to it themselves, but only if THEY were in control of both. Carol and Jeff hit the wall at the same instant, and Carol's whole body spasmed, a ripple of contracting muscles spreading outward from her cunt, up through her stomach and breasts to her head as well as down through her legs to her feet. The thigh of the leg still supported by Jeff's strong arm clamped his arm so tightly, that his skin and muscles there were painfully pinched between her powerful thigh and calf. Jeff himself spasmed, arching his back, pulling the two of them so that Carol's body was now the one which was vertical, and Jeff was literally bending over backwards in his effort to push his erupting penis as deeply into her as he could. The two of them shouted out wordlessly, their minds lost in the pure animal joy of their sexual high. Carol could vaguely feel herself being pumped full of seminal fluid, Jeff's cum shooting into the compressed space between the skin at the head of his penis and the tissue around the opening of her cervix, then as he thrust yet again and another powerful burst erupted into her, there was no more space there, and the sperm-laden cum was hydraulically rammed up into her uterus under immense pressure. Dimly, they were aware that their audience recognized their climax, and there was applause and cheering. Carol heard someone shout "Look at that college cunt come on Jeff's dick!" Although her consciousness was totally occupied with the intense pleasure of her orgasm, somewhere in the back of her mind was a sincere pride in what she heard, that she had reached an apex of betrayal and degradation. Jeff held himself in Carol as deeply as he could while the initial spurts of semen shot out through his cock, giving him one of the most powerful and pleasurable climaxes he'd had in a long time. He was delighted to have defiled this sexy young wife; their own wives these firemen traded around at these parties, but that was somehow not really cheating, because every husband was there to see his own wife abused and debased on the cocks of the other men. But this girl, this newly-married woman, was here alone, deceiving her foolish husband for her own vain pleasure. That thought made shooting his cum up into her married cunt much more pleasurable, intense and prolonged, and his balls almost ached with the volume and force of their discharge. As he passed the apex of his orgasm, Jeff stood back to vertical, and bounced Carol on his cock a few more times while he realized he was still ejaculating into her. Carol just succumbed totally, laying her head back down on his shoulder, clutching him almost affectionately, kissing his shoulder and neck in gratitude, not only for the satisfying and intense orgasm she had just experienced, but also for the masterful way he had used her pain to both put her in her proper place and increase her pleasure. Jeff finally knew that he was done cumming, and stopped jerking Carol's body up and down on himself. His cock was beginning to wilt inside of her, so he just bodily threw her away from him, and Carol, completely unprepared for this, went flying to land awkwardly on top of Mike and Jeff's wife, Judy, who were just reaching their own orgasm on a leather love-seat nearby. Mike never missed a beat, and simply reached down to Carol's dripping pussy and rammed in three fingers while he started his own ejaculations into Jeff's wife. ---------------------------------------- Carol's story continues in another chapter (The Fall 4) in this Section -- "BDSM", as well as in the parallel and gentler universe of "Loving Wives." The Fall Ch. 03 A/N: Some of this is an area that I am unfamiliar with. Don't worry though; I did a ton of "research" before writing this. ;) As always, a big thank you to Brenda for beta-ing my mental sewage. Warnings: Femdom, drug use, abduction, anal play, urethral play, and nonconsensual sex acts in this work of fiction. Please also note: This is a work of fiction that takes place in the Victorian era. That means I skipped over a lot of important steps regarding sterilizing, etc. Do not try any of this at home without proper preparation and sterilization! ***~~~SS~~~*** Overhead, Jonathan heard Eliza snicker as she pinched his left nipple causing him to close his eyes and exhale slowly though his nose. He was beginning to get an erection from her gentle touches. Due to the opium flowing though his veins, he found himself not really caring that he was currently drugged and bound; the anger would come later. What he needed right now was more of whatever she was willing to give. "Now Dr. Maxwell, you stated that I have below average intelligence in your notes. I think you need to be punished for that." He opened his eyes and looked at his captor questioningly. What was she playing at? His gray orbs widened considerably when she produced two clothespins from a tray from shelf. What on earth was she going to do with...OH GOOD GOD! She attached one to the stiffened peak of his left nipple, and flicked it lazily back and forth. The weight of the wood caused both pleasure and pain to spark up and down his spine, bringing his manhood to full attention. She then pinched his right nipple a few times causing him to squirm in the chair before repeating the same actions with the other clothespin. He tossed his head and groaned, saying something unrecognizable into the cloth covering his mouth. Eliza stepped back and surveyed her struggling captive. It had been years since she had a man prone and begging for her touches. At least he looked like he was begging. It was hard to tell. She frowned; unfortunately she would not be finding release with the good doctor today. No, her needs would have to come later; there was work to do first. Dipping her hands in the warm oil that she left out for this occasion, she grasped his erection and began a slow languid stroke. Once his eyes closed, and he began to writhe from the stimulation, she then began stroking his testicles with her other hand in the same lazy rhythm before gradually moving downward. Jonathan's eyes snapped open in fear when he felt her oiled fingers tracing slow circles around his puckered entrance. She wouldn't try to perform a pelvic massage on him, would she? He was a male! As the tip of her digit began to breach him, he began to buck to try and get away from the invasion. No! This was wrong! This was a sin! "If you keep stiffening up, this is going to get very painful for you." Eliza drawled, "I'd really rather not hurt you, but we *do* have to cure you of your madness." To punctuate her point, she reached up and flicked one of the clothespins. That action caused pleasure to dance along his nerves as she resumed the stroking of his erection with one hand. The other hand was prodding at his anus again, but between the opium and the mind-numbing bliss of her touch, he lost his will to fight. He was restrained anyhow. It was pointless, she was going to have her way no matter what. "See? This isn't so bad." She stated as she began pumping a single digit in and out of his flexing hole, going deeper with each stoke, "However, this might be a little uncomfortable for a minute. Just breathe and relax." He felt a burning sensation in his backside, and Jonathan could feel her pushing two small fingers into the tight ring of muscles, stopping at the second knuckle then pulling out only to enter once more. Eliza alternated between occasionally flicking a clothespin and stroking his now rock hard erection as she pumped her fingers in and out of his ass. With every thrust, she sunk her digits deeper into him until finally deeming him ready for her to move on to his prostate. Upon feeling the small protrusion, she then began to rub the pads of her fingers lightly against it to stimulate a response. Well, more of a response than having him moaning and struggling on the table. He would do that regardless. Finally she knew she had made progress when he began struggling and trying to arch his back off of the chair. Perfect! She began hitting the now overly sensitive spot mercilessly while she pumped his cock, causing his manhood to leak a good amount of pre-come all over his stomach while he thrashed about. When she noticed his testicles tightening further and his stomach muscles begin to tense, she pulled her fingers almost all the way out. She also slackened the hand stroking him, denying his release. However, she absently continued to scissor the two digits still partially in his flexing hole as she looked down at his sweat-drenched face. "Are you enjoying your pelvic massage Dr. Maxwell?" she smirked. She didn't really expect an answer, but judging by the nearly purple erection and the way he trying to buck into her loosened hand, he was damn well enjoying it. Removing both of her hands from his person and ignoring the noises of protest, she reached over to gather the last tools of her debauchery. She really didn't need to use them, as the doctor would probably be able to release easily by being stoked alone. But Clinton always admired her creativity in matters such as this, and Dr. Maxwell admired Clinton, so why not? While his eyes were closed and he seemed to be trying to gain control of his senses, Eliza dipped the metal rod into the bowl of oil. She then brought it up to his face and said, "I'm sure you know what this is, correct?" He looked at the instrument nearly cross-eyed, since it was so close to his face. Then nodded slowly, with fear creeping into his mind again. As if he never answered he continued, "It's a dittel sound, a uterine dilator, and it's not going to hurt you. If anything it's another way to stimulate your prostate, which is what I was just doing a few minutes ago." Jonathan could only draw in air through his nose, as he started to shiver. When he was in university, he had seen these used on men who had episodes of syphilis. The only way to open the scarred tissue was by dilation with the various sized steel rods, one of which, albeit thin, was currently being held by his tormentor. His tongue poked against his gag as he tried to protest, but she was already grasping his erection and teasing his slit with the metal tube. "Relax and don't move, otherwise you will hurt yourself" she warned before beginning to apply a slight pressure to the handle, sliding it in painstakingly slow. Jonathan was frantically trying not to move as he felt the thin rod begin to slide into his cock. His hands clenched as he stilled completely and took deep breaths to keep the blind panic from bubbling up in his chest. As the insertion progressed, he began to realize that he was in no pain, and while the feeling was strange, it was not entirely bad. It was just intense. Everything since he woke up was intense, and he was mindless from not only pleasure but also exhaustion from struggling mentally with what was happening. Taking a few deep breaths, he willed himself to go slack. He did not want this part of his anatomy to get damaged. Once Eliza felt the tension leave his body, she slid the sound all the way in until she met with the barrier at the end of his passage. Stilling for a moment, she allowed Dr. Maxwell to get used to the intrusion. She then slid it slowly up and down his shaft to insure he was more comfortable. Honestly, she was surprised, it was obvious that he had never used this instrument before. How he managed that with the type of practice he ran completely baffled her. Mentally shaking her head, she began to focus on the task at hand. Holding the sound in place carefully with her thumb and forefinger, she grinned as she reached up and loosened the knot in the back of his gag, pulling the fabric down and around his neck. Maxwell licked his lips and continued panting, his eyebrows knitting together again in apparent confusion. He really was adorable; she was glad that she was going to be keeping him. She smiled down at him and pushed back the hair stuck to his sweaty brow. "I want to hear every delicious sound you are about to make." Turning her attention back to the tray, Eliza reached over and grasped a small tuning fork while maneuvering Dr. Maxwell's penis to point slightly downward for better access to his already over sensitized prostate. She struck it gently on the side of the chair and held it to the side of the sound -- the result was instantaneous. Jonathan began crying out between his clenched teeth and mumbling incoherent half words. Every nerve in his groin had electric sparks shooting outward toward his limbs, and he was unable to control his shaking. His chest was heaving and his upper torso contorted painfully backward as the straps holding him down bit into his skin painfully. The clothespins on his nipples danced with his movements, making the pressure worse. He desperately needed to come. "Pleaaase...nnngghhhah!" It came out half garbled, but she understood as she hit the tuning fork forcefully one last time against the chair and held it against the sound. As soon has he shrieked and his body wrenched upwards again, she removed the rod quickly. Heat tore its way up from his tightened balls, through his twitching shaft covering his stomach, chest, and even his chin, with thick white strands. He fell apart at the seams as wave after wave of euphoria continued to assault him, tears cascading down his temples and mixing with his hair. Eliza was beside herself. She never had such a responsive male! And it was obvious he hadn't released in a long time. Scooping most of the seed off of his body with her fingers, she poked out her tongue and tasted it before sliding the rest into his still open mouth. "My, you are delicious. Now be a good boy and eat up." Any concentration Jonathan still possessed after the drugs was now gone after his orgasm, so he did as he was told and swallowed his salty cum with only a small whimper. ***~~~SS~~~*** I'm aware that the Dittel sound wasn't invented until 1880 or so by Leopold Ritter von Dittel (May 29, 1815 -- July 28, 1898). They were invented to increase the inner diameter of the urethra and to locate obstructions within it, obstructions usually caused my STDs and kidney stones. Tuning forks were supposedly used to diagnose problems with the central nervous system and hearing in the Victorian era, but I cannot find a date as to when this began. They were invented in 1711. ***~~~SS~~~*** The Fall Ch. 03 (alternate) Carol's story branches here. This chapter can be read both here in the "Loving Wives" section as well as in the "Bondage and Discipline" section. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. You might be surprised by which one that is. -- Dora. --------------- "John?" Carol spoke quietly to her husband as he sat at his drafting board, completely involved in his complex engineering work. Her husband didn't react, but continued to tote up a column of figures on a pad beside the drawing he was working on. "John?" Carol said, more loudly. "Can we talk for a minute?" John continued what he was doing for a second, then turned to smile at her. "Sure," he said. "If you can talk while I'm working! Go! I'll listen!" Then he went back to what he had been doing. Carol thought he had totally tuned her out. "John I had the strangest experience this afternoon!" No reaction. "I went over to Jess's house to grade papers, and I met her husband, Tony, finally," she said. "Uh-huh." John said. "He's, what, a policeman or something?" "A fireman! Tony's a fireman, John," she said, a little louder. "Oh, yeah, right," John said. "That IS interesting!" Carol knew that John was hearing her but not really listening. "No, it wasn't THAT, John. They were getting ready to have a party this evening! They are going to show movies tonight at their party, and Tony showed me the movie!" "Cool," John said. "It was a porno movie!" Carol admitted. "That's nice," said John, transferring some numbers from his pad of calculations to his drawing, carefully lettering them on with his drafting lead holder and the edge of his little triangle. Carol just waited. After a long period of silence, John became aware that Carol was no longer talking to him, and he looked away from his work to met her eyes. "I'm sorry, hon! What did you say?" "I was saying the Jess Spinelli and her husband Tony have a film club that meets every couple of weeks. They invited us to come next time and have dinner with them and some of their friends, and see some art movies at their house. Do you want to go?" John's eyes scanned back toward his work without him turning his head; he was clearly feeling a compulsion to return to the line of concentration he had interrupted for whatever it was that Carol was saying. He looked back at his wife. "Oh, no Carol! You know how I hate those things! And I can't take a whole evening right now to socialize with your friends from school." "Okay! I was just asking. I was real interested in the idea of a movie club like they have, is all. Do you think I could just go on my own?" Carol asked, all innocence. "Sure, honey!" John said. Relieved to realize that the conversation was drawing to a close without his having committed to any new social obligations. "You go on and have a lot of fun1" "Okay, thanks!" Carol said. To herself she said, 'You bet I'll have fun, you busy little beaver. Too bad you won't be coming along, you'd have a lot of fun, too. But, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself just as much here at home working on your projects. Well, maybe you won't have QUITE as much fun!' ------------------------------ Carol was the first guest to arrive at the party on a Friday three weeks later. The schedule of these parties was irregular, set up when everyone in the group cycled through their duty cycle and their time off corresponded. The parties were planned for the evening of the first day everybody had off, so they could stretch into the next day if they wanted, and everyone had a chance to rest up before they had to go back on duty at the fire house. Tony told Carol that he had created quite a stir when he told his buddies that there would be a married college girl attending without her husband. He said everyone would probably be getting there early, if he knew how these guys minds worked. Carol was flattered and excited. The infamous 16mm projector was already set up in the middle of the living room, and the screen was set on the hearth in front of the fireplace Carol helped Jess set out the buffet dinner that everyone would nibble way at all evening as their desires and need to refuel demanded. Tony set up a well-stocked bar with wine and beer, but he said they all avoided too much drinking of alcohol, because it "dampened their endurance." He said most of the guests would be drinking sodas or seltzer water all night. Sure enough, at about 4:30, the other couples started arriving. First were Jim Francis and his wife, Alice. Jim was the exact opposite of Tony, blond and fair where Tony was dark, tall and lean where Tony was short and stocky. But, like Tony, Jim was clearly well-built, his muscles pulling the fabric at the chest and shoulders of his shirt snug, and his thighs making the legs of his trousers taut. Jim must have been six-feet six inches tall. Jim wore his hair in a crew cut, and had the chiseled jaw and lean face of a strong, rugged man. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he looked fit and healthy, so he seemed very attractive. Alice Francis was what might later be called a trophy wife. Carol could see why the other men would be excited to have Jim and his wife in these parties. She was also tall, maybe five-ten, and slender. She had a full bosom, and was wearing a sort of harem-pants outfit with a bloused top that showed off her breasts without really revealing anything. Her flat midriff and smooth, toned back were left bare, and she what appeared to be mere slippers on her feet. She was a blond, too, like her husband, and her long, lustrous hair was a cascade of gold falling down her shoulders to the middle of her bare back. She had fashion-model looks, her face very lean with prominent cheek bones and a fine, slender nose. Carol almost wanted to fuck her herself. Jim and Alice were introduced to Carol, and they got drinks and just chatted like it was the most normal of cocktail parties. Next to arrive were the Wilsons and the Burkes, who came together in one car. Jeff Wilson seemed a little older than the rest; he had the severe, serious gaze of a former Marine, which in fact, he was. Jeff had a prominent vertical scar over one eyebrow and down his cheek that Carol just thought was amazingly sexy. He, too, had his grey hair short, even shorter than Jim's crew cut, more like just a day's worth of stubble after shaving his head bald. Jeff was about Carol's height, but he was obviously much more massive, solid muscle - he clearly didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on his well-defined body. Jeff's wife, Judy reminded Carol instantly of Sheila, her friend and lover at college in Nebraska. Judy was much younger than her husband, about the age of the rest of the crowd, which was maybe eight to ten years older than Carol's twenty-one, and five to ten years younger than Jeff. Like Sheila, Judy was a tiny red-headed woman, but unlike Sheila, Judy's bust was very prominent, and she had dressed tonight to show it off, with a neckline so deeply cut that Carol thought her boobs might spill out at any second. Jeff was the first one to say anything sexual to Carol; with Judy holding onto his arm, he said in his low, soft voice that just melted Carol's heart, "Oh, Carol, you're just fantastically beautiful! I can hardly wait to see you naked!" After that comment, their conversation went on to normal small talk, leaving Carol in a dither, her cunt already almost dripping with anticipation. Mike Burke was the joker of the crowd. He had a big, bushy mutton-chops moustache, made all the more outrageous by the sandy-red color of his hair. Mike was the only one of the men who had a full, bushy head of hair, kind of piled loosely on the top of his head and then just falling off the top onto his ears and neck. He looked like he was due for a haircut. Mike was heavily freckled and was the only one there (other than Carol, who was trying to figure out if anyone else was maybe wearing contacts) who wore glasses, which in Mike's case were big, attention-getting horn-rims. Mike was a naturally heavy-set man, maybe somewhat like her husband, John, but Mike looked like he was way more fit than John, and had enormous strength in his arms and torso. Mike was joking around with everyone as soon as he walked in the door with his wife, Gennifer. Gennifer looked like the typical middle-class suburban housewife, what we now would call a soccer mom. She was dressed almost like Carol, in a button-down Oxford shirt under a snug sweater-vest, with a tweedy wool skirt, knee-high stockings and penny loafers. Gen looked like she had consciously dressed like a school girl to give Carol a run for her money. Gennifer's body was trim and compact like Carol's, and she seemed to Carol to move with the grace and agility of an athlete, as if under those clothes were well-developed, long swimmer's or runner's muscles. Well, Carol thought, I'll guess we'll see about that! All told, there were four couples, plus, of course Carol. Nine beautiful specimens of the human race, gathered together for the specific purpose of fucking one another senseless for as long as they could. Carol could hardly wait. The sexy depravity of this situation was almost more stimulating that she could stand, and her cunt was literally leaking out onto her thighs in anticipation. But Carol couldn't quite see how the evening was going to transition from a normal dinner and cocktail party to the sex orgy she was looking forward to. Her question was answered when she was standing at the serving counter between the kitchen and dining area, talking to Jess and Alice, who were setting out some canapés that Alice had brought. Suddenly, Carol felt a strong hand under her elbow, and Jeff leaned in to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Come with me, Carol." Just like that. Jeff led Carol back down the hallway to one of the back bedrooms -- not the master bedroom -- and when they were both inside, quietly closed the door. "Age has its privileges," Jeff said, unbuttoning his shirt. Carol caught on, and also started to remove her clothes. "How old ARE you, sweetie?" Jeff asked, as he was stepping out of his pants while watching Carol like a hawk. "A gentleman isn't supposed to ask that question," said Carol, as she removed her skirt and slip. "Anybody say I'm a gentleman?" asked Jeff. "Aren't you?" "I guess you're about to find out," Jeff said, finally completely naked, standing there with a nice-sized cock with a good-sized hard-on rising out of a tangle of grey pubic hair. Carol had removed everything but her brassiere and panties, and Jeff stepped over towards her, slipped one hand behind her back, and expertly squeezed his fingers across the fastenings there, and released her bra, which slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. Carol smiled, and finished undressing by slipping her panties down around her ankles. "Shaved! I like that!" Jeff said, slipping his hand into her crotch. He hadn't asked, or kissed her, or anything else, he just reached down and started fingering her pussy. "I like it a LOT!" Carol grabbed Jeff by his muscled shoulders and fell back onto the bed, pulling him down on top of her. As he landed on her body, they both felt her luscious breasts compress between them, and his rigid cock slide along her thigh. Carol was so ready to do this, to enjoy again the exciting allure of fucking another man than her husband just for the pure, carnal pleasure of it. The fact that she had to be secretive and sneaky to do this only made it all the better. And the idea of being at an all-night sex orgy without her new husband was the absolute topper. Carol was already on the verge of a climax just from the sinful idea of what she was doing. Carol grasped Jeff's cock, and relished, as she always did, the magnificence of a man's sexual equipment. Somehow, the cock of a man who wasn't her husband felt even more amazing and more erotic, ands she sighed a deep sigh of contentment, knowing she was right where she needed to be. "Twenty-one," she said. Jeff, who understandably was concentrating on something else, said, "What?" "I'm twenty-one, Mr. Wilson. You asked how old I was." "Mr. Wilson? That's a good one, considering what you're doing there!" Jeff had his fingers back in Carol's slit again, slipping the thin, delicate inner lip on one side between his thumb and forefinger as he slid his fingers up and down along its length. "I'm forty-eight, Carol." Jeff said. "Easily old enough to be your father!" Carol was astounded. She had guessed he was in his late thirties, judging by his physique, and his manner around the younger men. But now, looking at him from only fractions of an inch away as their bodies slipped against one another sensuously, she could see that his grey hair, the tiny lines in his weather-beaten face, the sexy scar that ran down his face ... and continued down across his flat chest and stomach ... showed plenty of evidence of an older man. The hard, insistent thing in her hand, though, felt every bit as young and eager as dozens of others she had enjoyed on men half his age and younger Jeff's right hand stayed in her cunt, but he put his left arm around her narrow waist and rolled over, carrying her with him. He was now on top, using his knees to push her legs apart. As he allowed her to guide his cock into her eager and receptive cunt, he asked, "Your mother like to fuck around like this, too, honey?" "Yeah, I guess." Carol said, lodging the tip of his cock just inside her opening. "I guess I take after her!" "Hell, girl, maybe you ARE my daughter!" Jeff said, as he pushed his hips forward with a brutal thrust and plunged his cock with that single stroke as deep into her vagina as it could go. Carol had the air knocked out of her with the force of his thrust, and she gasped to breathe again. "Would you fuck me anyway, if I WERE your daddy?" Jeff asked, as he began to pump into Carol, sliding his hands up along her sides, over her breasts with their protruding nipples, then down over her flat, toned tummy and down to fondle her where their genitals came together. "God, yes!" Carol said, and surrendered herself to what she expected to be only the first of many excellent fucks this night. Jeff was not a gentle lover. Carol could see why these men liked the kind of movies they watched; they lived hard, violent lives, and liked their sex that way, too, hard and violent. Carol was delighted to be taken that way. Jeff pinched her nipples as hard as he could with his powerfully muscled hands, digging his nails into her tender flesh there in rhythm with the insistent and furious pounding he was giving her with his cock. Carol looked down, amazed that her breasts were not bleeding. If they had been, though, she would not have cared, she was that high on the sexiness and immorality of what she was doing. While he was fucking into her, mauling her breasts, Jeff asked her, "How long you been married, Princess?" "Three months," Carol gasped between thrusts. "Well, almost four!" "Jesus! You love your husband?" "Sure, I guess. He loves me, and he's a terrific, sweet, caring guy." "But what? You just get off more having some strange man slamming his unfamiliar cock into your sweet little cunt?" "You got it ... exactly!" Carol answered, lifting her hips to meet Jeff's strokes. Talking about how she was cuckolding her husband didn't make Carol in the least uncomfortable. It added to her joy in the reckless abandon and degeneracy of what she was doing. "You're one crazy, sexy little fuck, Carol! But you sure are one fine piece of ass, too!" Jeff said as he thrust exceptionally hard, and started spurting semen deep into her vagina. "Fuck!" Jeff shouted, "You're my fucking wet dream come to life!" Stroking again and again into her, trying to force every last drop of his cum as deeply into her as possible. Carol closed her eyes to enjoy the lewd feeling of another man's cum shooting into her. She was slightly disappointed; she felt like she was maybe seconds away from an orgasm herself. She had been ready at first, but maybe all the talking had distracted her. As Jeff pulled out, though, she felt someone else immediately slide his cock right in there, and opened her eyes to see Jim Francis looming over her. Jim was no talker. He simply took up where Jeff had left off, seemingly not at all concerned to be getting sloppy seconds. Almost immediately, they were churning up a runny white froth which came oozing out from around Jim's prick as he plunged into her over and over. The foam ran down her thighs and his balls to drip onto the bed. Carol hit her delayed orgasm, thinking about how this was probably the fastest she had ever had two different men in her cunt. Jim must have already had a climax with one of the other women, because he lasted quite a while, and Carol zoomed off into two additional big orgasms before she felt him stiffen up over her body, and push HARD with his feet braced against the footboard of the bed, shoving his cock even deeper that Jeff had, and then Jim released several jets of hot cum into this gorgeous young college wife. When Jim had finished cumming, and his heart rate had settled down, his wilted cock slipped out of her cunt as the two of them rolled to lie beside each other. Jim just got up and left the room. Carol realized that he hadn't said a single word to her, kissed her, or any of that. He had just come in the room, gave her a really great fuck, and left. Fine with Carol. More of the same, please! ------------------- Carol's story continues in another chapter (The Fall 4) in this Section -- "Loving Wives", as well as in the parallel and harsher universe of "BDSM." The Fall Ch. 04 This chapter is available in two different versions. The one here in "BDSM" and one in "Loving Wives," which is not quite as rough. Carol chose. You choose. --------------------------------------- Carol lay in a heap, her body nestled in the crook of Mike Burke's knees, her right arm draped over his pistoning butt, her head on the arm of the love-seat, and her legs hanging off the sofa, one knee on the floor. Next to her, and partly under her, was Mike, thrusting away into Alice Francis, who was kneeling with her head on the opposite bolster. Mike seemed to be aware of what it was that suddenly landed on him, as, before Carol could completely get over her shock and catch her breath, he wordlessly reached back and jammed a couple of his fingers into Carol's pussy, which was sore as hell and leaking the runny combined fluids of her cum and that of Jeff Wilson, who had just brutally thrown her off the "stage" at the front of the room. Mike started making a pinched shout, "Fuck! I'm coming!" He pushed his hand into Carol hard, and froze in position deep in Alice's cunt. Alice responded, "Keep going, asshole! I'm almost there!" Carol shook her head lightly to clear it, and felt a hand grab her left arm and pull her roughly away from the climaxing couple, which yanked Mike's hand out of Carol, to her relief. Carol pushed herself up in concert with the tug from behind her, and, once she had gained her footing, turned to see Tony Spinelli grinning at her. "Are we having fun yet?" Tony asked. "C'mon! You gotta see this!" Tony tugged Carol through the maze of furniture toward the back of the house. Carol glanced over to her right and saw that Jeff had completely forgotten her, and was mixing himself a drink at the make-shift bar, his limp cock dripping on the carpet. As they neared the master bedroom, Carol could hear repeated sharp "snaps," each followed by a woman's yelp. It sounded like there were two, or maybe three women in the room. Tony tugged her through the doorway of the large room, and curled his arm around her waist. The two of them stood there, looking at Jim Francis standing, nude (everyone in the room was naked) with a huge hard-on at the side of Tony and Jess's big king-sized bed, wielding one of those cheap wooden yardsticks they give away at hardware stores and lumber yards. He was smacking it flat side down, sharply, on the stomach of Tony's wife, Jess, who was lying on her back on the near edge of the bed, and she let out a short yelp with every hit. But Jess wasn't alone. Lying beside her was Judy Wilson, cross-wise at the head of the bed, face down, with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed, and from time to time, Jim would slap the yardstick down hard on Judy's ass, which was already cherry-red from his blows. Judy's ass must have been much more sensitive because of the abuse she had already taken, because her howls were much louder, almost continuous, and she was crying softly in between swats. Carol could see Judy's slit slightly between her thighs, and it seemed to be oozing white fluid down her legs. On the other side of the bed was young Gennifer Burke, her trim athletic body looking incredibly sexual, lying silently on her back, one leg bent up, and with her arm over her eyes as if shielding them from the harsh overhead light, her other arm crossed over her tummy. She was breathing deeply, almost gasping. "I'm with Gennifer," Tony said. "Watch!" Tony walked around to the other side of the bed, his stubby, erect cock bouncing as he walked, and tugged Gennifer's arm down from in front of her eyes. Gennifer looked up at Tony and tried to smile, but her smile seemed more like a grimace, as she knew what was coming. Without prompting, she moved her other arm off of her stomach and stretched her arms above her head to arch her back slightly, which lifted her torso up off of the bed a bit. Carol could see that Gennifer, too, like Carol shaved her whole crotch bare. Even to Carol's eyes, she made an inviting target – although why a man would choose to beat her instead of fuck her was a mystery to Carol. Although, she was learning. Tony grabbed a shorter flat stick, maybe one of those 14" long paint stirrers that stores also give away, and placed it gently across Gennifer's breasts, resting it lightly on her erect nipples. He lifted it up maybe eight or ten inches, then slapped it down HARD on Gennifer's breasts. The blow landed squarely on her nipples, and she let out a scream of pain. Tony immediately repeated his action, and Gennifer was unable to scream again, as she had no breath left. But she kept her arms above her head and her back arched, making no move to protect or defend herself. Carol had the urge to step over to pull Tony away, but she knew that this is what these people had come here for. And, despite her revulsion for what she saw, Carol also felt a thrill of excitement and danger, and guiltily found herself enjoying watching these women's torture. Tony's third blow was a swing from below Gennifer's breasts, catching her right breast from the bottom with the full force. Gen's breast obscenely jounced up toward her neck, then rebounded and jiggled back into place. She had regained enough breath to let out a yelp with that one, which apparently was not as painful as the blows directly to the nipples. Carol noticed that Gennifer had moved her right arm, the one opposite from Tony's side of the bed, so her hand could reach down to fondle herself between her legs. While she was being beaten by this muscular little man, she was masturbating herself. Carol finally understood that although Gennifer was enduring a lot of pain from Tony's blows, she was also so turned on by them that she felt the need to pleasure herself at the same time! Carol glanced to the other side of the big bed. Judy was still lying there face down, crying quietly. Jim had crawled up onto the bed and was kneeling between Jess's wide-spread legs, aiming his cock in preparation to entering her. He still had his yardstick in his hand, its length resting on Jess's sternum, its tip lying along her cheek. Carol suddenly had a vision of Jess's high-school students seeing what she was seeing now, and felt the rush of the secret sexual knowledge that Jess must feel as she stood before those classrooms of girls, and God Help Her, horny teen-aged boys, every day at school. Carol knew that her student-teaching sponsor must frequently entertain herself with thoughts of her obscene behaviors and just how much those gorgeous boys looking back at her, probably also fantasizing, would like to be part of this perverted scene. Tony said, "Carol! C'mere!" Carol turned her head and saw that Tony was holding another yardstick out to her, offering her an opportunity to deliver some blows to the luscious body of Gennifer Burke lying there gasping on the bed in front of him. 'Why not,' Carol thought. 'I'll be the one on the bed soon enough, and maybe Gennifer will have her chance on me!" The idea appealed deeply to Carol's sense of self-destructiveness and sinful pleasure. God, she wished John could see this! Carol stepped over to the bed, and Tony handed her the stick. "Flat side, honey," Tony said. "The narrow edge'll break the skin!" Gennifer looked at Carol, but her eyes were glazed over as her fingers were digging hungrily into her cunt and her hips were still being held up off the surface of the bed. Carol held the stick in both hands, lifted it over her head, and yanked it down with the entire strength of her arms. Ironically, the yardstick was so thin that air resistance from trying to move it too fast dampened the force of her blow. The stick bent upwards severely as she brought it down, and although it smacked Gennifer fairly smartly, Carol had missed hitting anything very sensitive, landing on her upper stomach, and the blow was far from the hay-maker Carol had wanted to deliver. Gen just moaned from the swat. Carol was angry that she had done so poorly, and tried again, getting a feel for the implement. The second blow was both more accurate and much more severe. The stick landed absolutely flat across Gennifer's swollen nipples, making a loud "thwack!" Gennifer barked out a sharp scream, and her hips rose even further, her hand between her legs yanking up tightly against her as she had a powerful orgasm. Carol was simultaneously appalled at what she had done, proud of her accomplishment, and profoundly turned on by the idea of giving another sexy woman an orgasm this way. Carol felt a tiny orgasm of her own thrill her cunt. Carol stood, shaking with the gravity and perversity of what she had just done. Gennifer was still writhing on the bed, now fallen onto her side, and beginning to fold into a fetal position, but clearly still in the throes of an orgasm. So Carol knew that, although what she had done was far, far from her idea of making love, or even of just sexy, raunchy fucking, Gennifer and the others here somehow found pleasure in it, enjoyed it. They seemed to crave it! But inside, Carol realized that she herself teetered on the edge of complete sexual dissolution, a total abandon of her "other" life as a wife, and perhaps someday, a mother. She knew she would have to very careful, or she could easily fall into this pit of depravity and lust. She knew she had been toying with that potential for years, relishing it, playing the slut in her mind and in her secret rendezvous, while also living as the virtuous student, daughter and wife in public. Now, she was at an intersection: would she slide further down this slippery slope that was so enticing, to a point of no return, or would she turn aside to something simpler, calmer, more "normal"? Carol's thoughts were interrupted by the force of strong arms grabbing her around the waist. She was pulled back against the slight paunch of Mike Burke's stomach and heard his voice as he spoke to Tony, "Get her off the bed!" Carol saw Tony tuck his arm into the coil of Gennifer's body, and simply pull at her until she rolled off the edge of the big bed and fell to the carpeted floor with a thump. She saw Tony then pull Gennifer up to her knees, still tucked into herself as he positioned his huge, bizarre stumpy cock at her glistening slit and began to massage it around, working to force it inside of her. Mike pushed Carol onto the bed. She fell backwards, her knees bent over the edge of the bed, her head landing near where Judy Wilson was still lying face down, quietly sobbing. Fearing her own torment was about to begin, Carol suddenly felt shame at her own cold neglect of the other woman's suffering, and reached over to brush Judy's damp hair away from her face, gently caressing her face. Judy's blood-shot eyes opened and tried to focus on Carol but failed as she just moaned quietly, "It's so good! So fucking GOOD!" Carol's mind recoiled again, and she began to panic. Her every instinct told her to jump up and flee this instant, yet Judy's words also stirred something in some lustful dark place in Carol's soul. Some manic, insane craving in her heart, some evil self-destructive urge, combined with new jolts of lust, kept her from rising and running out. And then, Mike's strong hands on her naked body ended her chance to escape. The choice of what to do, whether to run home to safety or to willingly succumb further to her own degradation and torment, was taken away from her. Or so she thought. Mike had one of the little paint-stirrer sticks in his other hand. Carol could see that his cock was hanging limp under his hairy, slightly flabby gut between his legs, and he had an evil, delighted grin on his face, made almost comical by his ridiculous mustache. Carol knew what lay in store for her, now. When Mike had convinced himself that Carol wasn't going anywhere, he stood up and prepared to use his wooden flail on her body. Before Carol could tense against the blow, Mike swatted her sharply on her left breast, narrowly missing a direct hit on her nipple. But the blow was plenty painful enough. Carol's eyes flew open, as she got a much better idea of what she had just done to Gennifer. To Carol's amazement, even though her attention was totally concentrated on the acute pain in her breast, and to resisting the instinctive urge to clasp her arms over herself in defense, she was also aware of new, powerful and sensuous stirrings in her sex, a tightening as if she were about to be penetrated there. Mike's next blow was perfectly aimed, and landed directly on her right breast's nipple. Carol couldn't help screaming out in her exquisite pain, or from covering herself to try to stop further blows. She felt strong but small hands grab her arms and tug them away, pulling them upward across the bed, opening her nude torso yet again to Mike's assault. Carol turned her head and saw that Judy Wilson was now on her knees next to Carol's head, and was straining against Carol's body to assist Mike in his attack. But Mike paused, and for a few seconds, Carol thought her torment might be over. Perhaps Mike would just fuck her right now, which she found herself intensely craving. Instead, Mike knelt next to Carol on the bed, and, speaking first to Judy, said, "Let go of her!" Carol felt herself released; she was now lying there, sprawled on her back, but in no way restrained. Free again to leave, if she wanted. Mike spoke then to Carol. "Okay, you beautiful thing. You gorgeous slut cunt whore of a cheating wife. What I want you to do now is spread your legs. I'm going to fuck you, but not right away. You know what I want to do! If you want, you can get up now and go home to hubby, or you can spread your fucking legs, so I can get this stick in there, and after a while, if you're a good girl, I promise you, the four of us will take turns fucking you until none of us can take any more!" And then, Mike stepped away, his penis now rock-hard again as he smirked and studied Carol's naked form. The only sounds in the room were the grunting, gasping, and liquid "fuck, fuck, fuck" of Jim thrusting into Jess on the bed behind her and Tony fucking into Gennifer on the floor in front of her. Carol had never been in a more exciting, more decadent sexual atmosphere – she had never even imagined the awful and wonderful things she had seen and felt tonight. And she loved it, but she also still felt the remnants of the pain that had been inflicted on her and she feared the pain that Mike told her was still in store. What did he mean to "get this stick in there?" Would he actually rape her with it? From somewhere else in the house, she could dimly hear Alice Francis scream out in what Carol now recognized as pain and orgasm at the same time. With that, Carol knew she really had no choice. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows to watch whatever it was that Mike Burke wanted to do to her. "Oh, you stupid fucking girl! You're as sick as the rest of us!" Mike said almost laughing. "I'm really going to enjoy THIS!" Judy Wilson leaned over Carol's upper torso and began tenderly licking and sucking on Carol's sore, bruised right nipple, caressing it with the moist warmth of her tongue, restoring it with the balm of her saliva. Carol closed her eyes, relishing the sweet relief that Judy provided. But the soothing of her breast was of no help against the sudden pain of Mike's next blow. With a sharp "smack," the stick snapped down on Carol's projecting mons, the flat of the board parallel to the length of her slit. Carol screamed again with the most excruciating pain she had ever felt. Totally out of control, Carol felt urine surging down her legs. But she also could feel that she was on the verge of a massive, powerful climax. Still, Judy continued her attention to Carol's sore breasts. Twice more Mike's blows landed squarely on Carol's cunt, the stinging tip not making contact, but the flat of the implement intense enough to drive her to the edge of consciousness with the pain. Dear God, why hadn't she fled when she had the chance? Why? Because now, the pain melded and was enveloped in the consuming fire of the most extreme orgasm she had ever experienced. The pain didn't disappear; it was included, it became one with the joy of her climax. Carol's body writhed on the edge of the bed, and she felt Judy apply her teeth lightly to her nipples, one after the other. The pulses of orgasm continued through Carol's body and through her consciousness. Dimly, remotely, Carol felt Mike insert his penis into her tormented vagina, and another wave of orgasm jolted through her. Mike managed only a few strokes into Carol before he grunted his perverted pleasure in fucking his willing victim, and they both felt spurt after hot spurt of his jism shoot up into this married college girl's cunt. Somewhere out in space as Carol's body writhed in ecstasy, she found the answer to the question she had asked herself about these sadistic firemen and their agonized wives: Did these men hate women so much? Why did these women accept this abuse, apparently coming back time after time for more? How could Jess, her meek, friendly student-teaching advisor, also be part of this twisted torture club? Why the hell hadn't she herself left earlier when Jeff told her what was in store for her? As she continued to spasm with wave after wave of combined pain and exquisite pleasure, she knew. Because, as Judy Wilson had said, "It's so good! So fucking GOOD!" ---------------------------------- As Carol was driving her little VW bug through the dim pre-dawn morning, three thoughts kept her awake. First, she knew she had descended (or was it ascended?) to a new level of deviant sexual pleasure and had created an appetite that she knew she could never satisfy. But she also knew she would try. Second, she knew there would be a confrontation with John, now. There was no way she could fabricate a plausible, innocent excuse for being at a "film club" until dawn, and coming home with welts, bruises, tender swollen nipples, a split lip, bite marks, an inflamed asshole, and a vagina puffy and distended with abuse and overuse. Her marriage was over. Finally, Carol mentally relived every incredible moment of what had happened to her at her student advisor's house. She recalled with perverted joy that every man there had taken a turn with her, each abusing her in some new and novel way, each impaling her with his fantastic cock, one after the other as she watched the other women being treated with equal cruelty and passion. She turned the memories of her pain and pleasure like someone irresistibly toying with a painful tooth, relishing the pain, and unable, unwilling, to let it go. ------------------------------------------ Carol pulled into the parking lot of the married student housing complex just as the sun broke the horizon. Frost began to drift away as steam as she walked, every step a painful reminder of her debauchery. When she quietly entered the apartment (Why quietly? There would be no avoiding the explosion that was coming!), she saw lying on the table, a note from her husband: "Carol – Sorry, but I'm going to be up in the studio all night again. I'll try to get home tomorrow to see you and maybe grab a little sleep. There's some left-over spaghetti in the fridge if you're hungry. I hope you had fun. Jess and Tony's club sounds interesting, you should keep going if you enjoyed it! Hopefully we'll have some time together after I turn in this project. I love you so much – John" ------------------------------------------ Carol was like a zombie, over-tired, over-stimulated, her emotions a jumble and her abused body exhausted. She somehow managed to take a hot bath and crawl into bed, where she instantly fell into a dreamless sleep. ------------------------------------------- The Fall Ch. 04 A big thank you to Brenda for beta-ing this. ***SS*** Coming to the realization that she may have given her unwilling slave a bit too much opium, Eliza unbuckled the straps holding Dr Maxwell down. When she calculated his weight, he had looked larger in his clothes. Damn. Sighing dramatically, she quickly mopped up the mess she left between his legs, as it was obvious that he was going to be unable to do so himself. He was now free and had barely bothered to move off the table. If she didn't act quickly he would fall asleep, and there was no way she could transport his dead weight. "Wake up Doctor! It's time for you to escort me home." Jonathan's eyes fluttered open, and he regarded his former captor for a moment before closing them again, clearly dismissing her. "No." "If you don't get up this instant, I will tell my Uncle and anyone who will listen that you took advantage of my delicate mental state." She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Hmm, I wonder what little Nettie Parvoy thinks of your pelvic massages...I heard she finds them quite horrifying." The doctor's eyes snapped open and he glared at her, but the effect was lost as she could tell that his mind was still fuzzy. "You wouldn't dare." Eliza smiled maliciously and slapped his inner thigh. "Oh, I would dare. Now get up and get dressed." Jonathan sat up on the table and nearly swooned as his head tried to keep up with the movements of his body. He felt sick to his stomach, not only from the drugs, but from what he had just been forced to endure. Yes, he would escort her back to her flat as promised, then he would insure that Miss Wesley was sent to Dr Brown, as she was clearly out of her mind and very dangerous. He would send a letter to her Uncle first thing in the morning, assuring him that she was incurable. As her new toy was taking an eternity to put his clothes back on, Eliza wandered around the office, pocketing anything she could use at a later time or date. Kisuke's old supplies were running low. ~30 minutes later~ The hired taxi was thundering over the cobblestones at a pace Dr Maxwell was not pleased with. As much as he wanted to be rid of the Wesley woman, he wanted to sleep more, and their current pace was preventing that. The carriage rattled again, and it was all he could do to keep the contents of his stomach down. Pressing his damp forehead against the cool window in an effort to try and ease his headache, he prayed silently they would reach Hiborn Street soon. He just knew the damned – yes, damned - woman told the driver to hurry as he was locking up the office. He was sure she was aware that her behavior was beyond deplorable and wanted to be rid of him. Eliza glanced over at her current traveling companion, noting that he looked a bit green around the gills. She smirked. Telling the driver to rush was a good idea. Giving the driver a ten-pound note to follow her instructions to the letter was an even better idea. She was also positive that by now, her little doctor would give his left arm just to sleep. Both the opium and the release he obtained earlier would have sapped the energy right out of him. Yes, now was the time to find out a bit about her current procurement, if only to make sure that no one would be missing him for the next day or so. Not that she was worried about any middle class housewives. "Doctor, does your wife complain when you work so late?" she nonchalantly asked while absently picking lint from her overcoat. "Edith died two years prior, but when she lived she never complained." "I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure she was a fine woman." To be honest, she wasn't sorry about it, and she was positive his late wife was as dull as yesterday's dishwater. But it solved any issues of a wife coming to look for him. "Do you have any children? Relatives to look after?" she asked, feigning boredom and looking out the opposite window. Why wouldn't this infernal woman be quiet? "I have a son, he is four years old. He is my only living family." "Goodness! I hope you have a live in nanny with the hours you keep!" she falsely admonished while holding her hand to her chest. He glared at her and sniffed, "Of course I do. I'll have you know that I also employ a butler!" Eliza turned back to the window and smiled at her refection. A servant wouldn't go looking for their employer for at least a few days, and even then sending a quick note with the Wesley name attached would buy her more time if she needed it. She spent the rest of the ride watching the buildings thin as they headed to the outskirts of London. ***SS*** Her voice brought Jonathan out of the light doze he had been enjoying. "Father bought this building when I was a girl because he thought the little garden out back was just my size. He used it for business meetings up until his death six years ago. My quarters are on the second and third floors." His eyes half lidded, he nodded absently while the driver opened the door. She began to climb out, and then turned to him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He scowled. She could not be serious; surely the damned woman could manage a flight of stairs in her own building! But he had promised her uncle, and he was going to need to stay in the man's good graces with the news he would soon be delivering. Repressing a visible shudder, he grabbed his hat and stumbled out after her with none of his usual grace. Looking around, Jonathan knew that the Wesley family was wealthy. For Miss Wesley's Uncle to refer the building they stopped in front of as a "flat" was preposterous. The main building itself was over a hundred years old, with scrolling ironwork over the windows, and two shops on the first floor that seemed empty. Miss Wesley walked up the few stone steps and unlocked a nondescript paneled door. She then turned to look at him expectantly before ascending the stairs inside. He followed. If he were any other man he would have sighed with relief. Only another minute or two of being in her company, then he could pay the driver to bring him home and wake him when he arrived. However, as soon as his feet crossed over the threshold, Jonathan heard the telltale sounds of the horse and carriage pulling away. Spinning around, his head swam with exhaustion, and he nearly fell down in the small entry. Grasping the doorframe and panting, he looked on in horror as the taxi raced off. The driver must have thought he was having a dalliance with Miss Wesley! "Oh, bollocks." Eliza came back down the stairs frowning. Jonathan didn't say anything about her lack of decorum; he just continued to stare out into the evening willing back tears that began to gather behind his eyes. He scanned up and down the street, but it was deserted. If he hadn't been dozing for the past thirty minutes, he might have a clue as to where exactly he was. Swallowing a sob and bile from his stomach, he realized the exhaustion was making him far too emotional. He started when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. "You can stay here for the evening," she flashed him a calm smile and held up her hands placatingly, "in a guest suite of course. Don't worry, there will be available transportation at dawn when the market on Lexington opens." She looked at him with genuine regret before she ascended the stairs once more with him trudging behind. It took all of his will power to keep his hand on the railing and not climb up on all fours. At the top of the stairs, Eliza smirked, knowing it was hidden from her newest acquisition. Unlocking the four bolts on the door to her suite, she opened it and allowed him entrance. Things were working out wonderfully. If he even thought about speaking to anyone about this, the driver of the taxi would note that he came home with her and spent the night there. Completely taking advantage of her delicate mental state. Jonathan walked through the door and stood in the foyer of Miss Wesley's flat. If he wasn't feeling so utterly defeated, he might have thought it was beautiful with the large oak staircase and oil paintings adorning the damasked walls. It took all too long before his bleary vision noticed a maid with blonde ringlets kneeling on the floor with her head bowed. "Dr Maxwell, this is my maid and personal assistant Ella Rose." The girl glanced up at him either in surprise or quite possibly dread before masking her emotions with a too wide smile and motioning to take his coat. ***SS*** Comments, both positive and constructive are like cookies. Delicious, motivating, cookies. The Fall Ch. 04 (alternate) Carol's story continues on two tracks, for you to choose depending on your tastes. This chapter can be read both here in the "Loving Wives" section as well as in the "Bondage and Discipline" section. The two are quite different. One is much closer to the truth. The two branches combine again in Chapter 05. -- Dora. ------------------------------------------ Carol stopped at the bathroom to clean herself of the cum just pumped into her cheating cunt by two men within the last ten minutes. She wasn't uncomfortable or unhappy to have semen dripping out of her vagina along with her own secretions -- in fact, she loved the feeling of sinfulness it gave her. But she knew there was to be more fun tonight, and she wanted to be as clean and as attractive as she could be for these horny, virtual strangers. When she passed the master bedroom, Carol glanced in to see Gennifer's gorgeous young shapely body arching under Tony's small athletic shape. Carol knew that just having Tony's weirdly short but incredibly thick cock in her pussy was both painful and delightful, and she envied Gennifer's cries of ... what? Pain? Delight? Passion? Maybe all three. Carol re-entered the main living area, and saw that the projector was running in the dim light. On the screen, Carol could see a young, naked oriental girl tied to a chair, being caned mercilessly by an oriental man wearing a military uniform. The girl was not gagged, and was screaming for mercy. Carol wondered what pleasure the firemen got out of watching such filth, yet she found herself sitting down to see what happened next, unable to tear her own eyes away from the screen. "It's a 'snuff' film," Mike said as he sat down next to her. "They kill her in the end. You might not want to watch from here on!" Carol looked over at Mike. The two of them were sitting casually, holding and sipping drinks as if they were watching a film at just any social evening in a suburban home, except that both of them were nude, and Mike's cock was jutting up from his lap as he ogled Carol's naked body. Oh, and one other thing was different -- Jeff, the man who had finished fucking her just a few minutes ago was now on the sofa adjacent to them loudly ramming his cock into their hostess for the evening, Jess Spinelli, and Jess, Carol's student-teaching advisor, seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Glancing back at the screen for a minute, Carol saw that the man who had been beating the oriental girl had removed his clothes, revealing an extraordinarily large, ugly, and very erect penis. But he did not release the girl, who was still tied to a chair in a sitting position. She was writhing desperately, trying to escape whatever torment came next. The man reached for his discarded clothing, and found a long, evil-looking knife. As he approached the hapless girl brandishing the knife for her to see, Carol looked away. In spite of her disgust with the movie, Carol was incredibly turned on. Mike had put down his cold drink, and reached over to caress Carol's breasts, and she sucked in her breath as his icy fingers touched her sensitive nipples. Carol slid her ass away from Mike's on the sofa and reclined onto her side, facing Mike, and away from the screen, so that he could still fondle her breasts while watching the movie if he wanted. Carol turned her head to kiss and then suck at his rigid cock. The two of them could hear screams, probably from the film, but maybe from somewhere else in the house, but neither of them was paying any attention to anything except their own lurid sexual encounter. Carol loved the feel of a nice-sized cock in her mouth. She loved washing it by slathering her tongue all over the head, under the edge of it at the crease of the foreskin, down a tiny bit into the hole in the tip, back up over the spongy, meaty pulp of the swollen head. She knew that this thing she was doing, putting a man's cock in her mouth, was dirty, at least to many people. She knew that doing this with a man who was practically a stranger to her, a man who was not her husband, would be shameful and disgusting to almost everybody. And that was a large part of the reason she loved it. The mental image of herself sucking this mustached fireman's cock here in the middle of someone else's living room sent little quivers of orgasm through her body. Mike suddenly clutched Carol's breasts quite hard, and pushed his hips up, and with them her head and upper body. He lifted them up off of the couch as his cock exploded in her mouth, sending blasts of semen against the back of her throat. Carol swallowed easily; she had heard other women say they had trouble swallowing all of a man's ejaculation, but she couldn't understand that ... there was only a couple tablespoons full of the slimy liquid all together, even from the most virile of men she had been with. And she had been with quite few. And Carol knew that the guys really liked their women to swallow. It made him feel powerful, as if he were somehow humiliating the woman, especially if she were on her knees in front of him and he was roughly clutching at her hair to keep her head tight against his body. It must seem as if she were worshipping the man and his incredible cock, willingly putting that secret, fleshy tube that he peed out of into her perfect face, her perfect mouth. And not only that, but willingly accepting his gooey, smelly, slimy sex excretions, tasting them, and swallowing them. Surely there was no better way for a man to demonstrate his total dominance over a woman! At least, that's what the MEN thought. Carol had another view. She had Mike's precious cock in her mouth for five or ten minutes, fondling it with her tongue, stroking the base of it at the same time with her hands, fondling his balls, licking his most private, most sensitive body parts. She loved knowing that she alone had the power to crush his testicles in her hands and at the same time bite his cock as hard as she could, likely biting it clear off. She knew she had that power, but she had never done it. She ALWAYS thought about it, though, about how the man who was lording himself over her could instantly be writhing on the ground in pain, his beloved penis severed, but probably still attached by a few fibers, spurting the very blood which only seconds before had made it seem so hard and powerful. She ALWAYS thought about it, but was never really inclined to do it. But knowing she COULD do it, gave servicing men with her mouth a sense of tension and a thrill that only added to the already wonderful sensuality of having such intimate contact with a man's rampant sexual organ. Every man likely thought of the experience as a demonstration of his power, but Carol knew that she had the power entirely, literally in her hands ... and of course, in her mouth. Occasionally, the devil in her made her lightly drag her teeth along a man's shaft, or softly nibble on a guy's cock head, or maybe gently squeeze his ball sack, as just a little signal to him that she could turn his profound pleasure into instant searing pain, if SHE wanted to. While Carol was thinking this, Mike had finished his orgasm in her mouth, and she laved him with her mouth, washing his cock clean while tormenting his now-super-sensitive glans with her wiggling tongue. Mike's cock wilted in her mouth after he finished ejaculating, but as she continued to manipulate him orally, he began to grow again, just as she had hoped. She relentlessly worked on him as he began to grow again so that she could soon feel him push his cock up into her cunt and further demolish her marital fidelity. Once he was sufficiently hard again, Carol allowed Mike to slip his cock out of her mouth, and glanced up at the screen. She immediately regretted doing so. What she saw there was so violent, so debased, so sick that Carol could see nothing whatever sexual about it. Carol looked away, and asked Mike, "Do you guys really LIKE that stuff?" nodding at the screen. "I don't know about the others," Mike said, "but this is way too strong for me. I think we all believe," and by this Carol understood him to mean all the firemen AND their wives, "a little bit of pain at the right time can add to the joy of the sex. But that's the point -- to ADD to the pleasure for everybody. This stuff is just sick -- guys getting off on some helpless girl's torture." "We never know what these films are going to be. There's no catalog -- we just order them by the title, and that's not very reliable," Mike said, beginning again to stroke Carol's luscious breasts as his cock continued to stiffen. "Once things get going, nobody really watches them, anyway. Let's go back to one of the bedrooms!" Mike and Carol went down the hall to the bedrooms. In the master bedroom, Carol see could that Tony Spinelli was still with Gennifer Burke. Mike watched for several seconds as his wife was bouncing up and down on Tony's hard cock, and both Carol and Mike got a little extra thrill when Tony popped out of her cunt, and she screamed out her frustration, lunged her hands between her legs, grasped Tony's stumpy but yet gigantic penis, and steadied it as she reinserted it into herself and lowered her body back down onto him with a contented sigh. Carol could see that watching his wife fucking their host had made Mike rock hard again. The couple found a bedroom that was vacant and Mike just took Carol's hand and swung her onto the bed. He climbed up onto the mattress with her and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Mike pushed Carol's head down, hard, onto the sheets, positioning her exactly as he wanted her. Mike crawled behind Carol and she soon felt his cock sliding up and down along the length of her cunt slit. Carol tried to turn her head to see Mike or better yet to see where their sex was now joined, but she could only see his hairy thighs behind her own legs, and her heavily dangling breasts. Then she felt Mike push his cock into her. There was little resistance -- Carol had already been fucked twice tonight, and she was so excited by everything that was happening to her that she was quite well lubricated. The idea of succumbing to a third man in less than an hour, a third man who was not her husband, had her wet and ready. Mike wasted no time, and simply grabbed her by the hips and started to pound himself into her. Carol's head was scooted along the surface of the sheets with every thrust, and she had to push herself back upright with her arms on the bedding every so often ... she certainly didn't want anything to interrupt Mike's fantastic fucking into her. Then Mike stopped, and Carol was about to ask what had happened when she felt him gathering her vaginal secretions and rubbing them onto her asshole. He probed there with his fingers, and Carol began to realize that Mike intended to fuck her in the ass now. "Oh, I don't know, Mike! I'm not sure I want to have you in there!" "Oh, sweetie! We're way past the point where YOU could choose what we do with you!" Mike said. "Anyway, you'll love this! And I have to get you loosened up for Tony later!" Carol's mind recoiled at the very idea of Tony Spinelli's massively thick cock forced up her ass. As Mike began to insert himself, and she felt exactly the pain she had anticipated, she couldn't imagine how she could even survive taking Tony in the ass. She surely would be damaged forever. Then Mike did another thing which rocked Carol to the core. He had just barely penetrated her ass when he withdrew and slid his cock back into her cunt for a few strokes. For Carol's whole life, she had taken pains not to allow contamination from her rear end get near her pussy for fear of terrible infections, and now this brutal man was alternating back and forth, his cock plunging into her asshole for a few strokes, then back into her cunt, over and over again. Carol wanted to find a way to stop him. But she didn't. At first because she knew she deserved whatever rough, debased sexual thing these men wanted to do to her, because she had brought herself here knowing that she would be ravaged sexually. She WANTED to be debauched and abused ... that was the whole point. She WANTED someone to push her even further along this sexy, slimy, perverted, downward road. And second, it just started to feel so damn GOOD. Cunt ... stroke, stroke, stroke, Mike's stiff cock ramming deep into her, his shaft stretching her lips, tugging them in and stretching them out as he pistoned himself into and out of her willing cunt. Then ass ... stroke, stroke, stroke, his cock stretching, maybe tearing at the tight opening which now was generating almost the same pleasurable feelings of sexual joy as her pussy. On top of all that, Carol just basked in the joy and abandon of being further despoiled by this man, which merely added to the lust and deep satisfaction she was feeling. Only a short time previously, Mike had had two big climaxes, and it was taking him a long time to cum again. But that was fine with Carol, because she had boiled over and was having one massive climax after another, her mind sliding further and further away from rational thought, lost in pure animal rutting. Fucking was her whole world in that timeless moment. After some amount of time, Carol would never know how long, Mike also came again, and she was dimly aware of him stiffening even more in her vagina, and felt the first couple of spurts of semen jet into her there, then she thought she felt a hot stream of sticky goo shoot out over her ass and back, and finally, she felt Mike's cock once again plow into her ass and the last few squirts of jism enter her there. Carol passed out. ----------------------------------------- When Carol next became aware of her surroundings, the first sensation she felt was an extraordinary pain in the ass. Somehow, the men had moved her unconscious body onto one of the firemen who had his cock buried in her cunt, and another ... she knew it must be Tony Spinelli ... was thrusting his huge member into her from behind. The man below her was not moving. Tony's powerful thrusts were sliding Carol's body up and back along the shaft lodged in her vagina, so he was just relaxing and enjoying the ride. The four firemen simply couldn't believe their luck in having this young, sexy college girl -- a MARRIED college girl -- willingly available to them for the night. They were all inspired, wanting to repeatedly fuck into her juicy cunt, mouth, and now her tight ass. But they all knew that, once Tony was done with her, Carol would be done for the night. Not only would she be much too sensitive in her ass for further play, she might even be injured, her tender tissues torn from the force he had had to use to shove his cock into that tight little opening. And anyway, her ass would be loose and worthless for fucking, probably for days. But Tony was showing no mercy pursuing his own pleasure. And when Carol finally could stand to open her eyes, below her she could see Jim Francis lying there, smiling in his bliss as her cunt was tugged again and again up and back along the length of his penis by Tony's movements. Carol looked to one side, and could see Mike Burke and the four other women sitting on the floor or standing there, watching Carol's double penetration. How much better than a snuff film! Live, perverted sex with a young married girl for their entertainment. Where was Jeff Wilson? Carol felt something hot, and both hard and yet resilient, pressing against her neck from behind, and she turned her head the other way only to see the tip of Jeff's erect cock looming in front of her eyes, drooling semen lewdly onto the bed. Was she expected to ignore the intense pain in her rear and take yet another cock ... in her mouth? But Carol knew that this was exactly what she had come here for, to do things she had never done, to force herself into an even more debasing betrayal of her marriage. The thought sent a thrill of electrifying pleasure right through her whole body, and suddenly, what Tony was doing to her transformed into profound pleasure. The pain wasn't gone, but on top of it, PART of it, she could feel an immense orgasm building up within her. Carol wanted yet another cock in her body when her orgasm hit, and she greedily leaned her head forward and sucked Jeff's cock into her mouth. There was little Carol could do, trapped between the other two men, being violently thrashed about on the bed by the force of Tony's fucking in her ass, to offer any rhythm with her sucking mouth. But Jeff took over, and somehow, in the tangle of limbs and torsos and sex organs there on the bed, he began to pump himself into her mouth. For the first time, Carol understood that there was a strong homosexual component to what these men were doing. They lived together at the firehouse, and no doubt often saw one another naked there. What sort of things might they do there when they were alone for days together? Then they got together socially once in a while, and again stripped down, nakedly to watch each other as they shared their wives in depraved orgies. And now, here were three naked men, sensuously sliding along one another's bodies, seeking sexual fulfillment. Sure, Carol's sexy young body was the obvious target of their lust, wedged in among them, but she wondered as she was thrashed around on that bed for the amusement of all of the others, whether they even really needed her there. Or was she just an excuse so that these men could enjoy sex together? All of Carol's thoughts drifted away as the pace and intensity of Tony's and Jeff's thrusting quickened, twisting and tugging her body in every direction. Below her, she heard Jim's sudden gasps and she felt his cock stiffen in her as his hips tried to push up against the weight of the bodies lying on top of him. The sensations in her tortured ass were too powerful for Carol to feel it for sure, but she knew Jim was at that moment ejaculating into her cunt, his jism jetting up into her to join the remnants of the others she had fucked tonight. Then Jim just went limp, and Carol felt Tony stiffen above her. Perhaps his orgasm was triggered by that of his friend, which he could no doubt feel through the thin tissue separating their two cocks. Perhaps this was the only way they could tolerate giving one another sexual pleasure ... with a woman passively sandwiched between them. Tony's final thrusts were so powerful that her pain won out again over her pleasure, and Carol involuntarily winced, her whole body flexing instinctively to try to avoid her tormentor. And during that reflex, she inadvertently bit down on Jeff's cock ... not hard enough to do damage, but definitely hard enough to hurt! And suddenly, Carol's ass and mouth were flooded with cum as both men responded to her painful writhing. Carol hadn't intended to bite Jeff's cock, but as soon as she realized that she had, she eased her jaws and tried to lick him there in apology. But the pain she inflicted only seemed to send Jeff over the edge, as the amount of semen he spurted into her mouth was much more than she had ever experienced before. Carol made a mental apology to all the women she had disbelieved about being unable to swallow a man's cum as she simply had to let some of Jeff's ejaculation dribble out of her mouth.. The sudden infusion of cum into her body shot Carol over the edge herself, the pain of Tony's final thrusts combining with the pleasure of Jim's still-stiff cock in her cunt and the odd pride she felt having bitten Jeff to a climax, sending her out of her mind again into that timeless inner world of sexual satisfaction. She had done it! She had taken three at once! And again, Carol slipped out of consciousness. --------------------------------------- As Carol was driving her little VW bug through the dim pre-dawn morning, three thoughts kept her awake. The Fall Ch. 04 (alternate) First, she knew she had descended (or was it ascended?) to a new level of deviant sexual pleasure and had created an appetite that she knew she could never satisfy. But she also knew she would try. Second, she knew there would be a confrontation with John, now. There was no way she could fabricate a plausible, innocent excuse for being at a "film club" until dawn, and coming home with tender swollen nipples, bite marks, an inflamed asshole, and a vagina puffy and distended with abuse and overuse. Her marriage was over. Finally, Carol mentally relived every incredible moment of what had happened to her at her student advisor's house. She recalled with perverted joy that every man there had taken a turn with her, each abusing her in some new and novel way, each impaling her with his fantastic cock, one after the other as she watched the other women being treated with equal cruelty and passion. She turned the memories of her pain and pleasure over and over in her mind like someone irresistibly toying with a painful tooth, relishing both the pain and the incredible pleasure, and unable, unwilling, to let it go. ------------------------------------------ Carol pulled into the parking lot of the married student housing complex just as the sun broke the horizon. Frost began to drift away as steam as she walked, every step a painful reminder of her debauchery. When she quietly entered the apartment (Why quietly? There would be no avoiding the explosion that was coming!), she saw lying on the table, a note from her husband: "Carol -- Sorry, but I'm going to be up in the studio all night again. I'll try to get home tomorrow to see you and maybe grab a little sleep. There's some left-over spaghetti in the fridge if you're hungry. I hope you had fun. Jess and Tony's club sounds interesting, you should keep going if you enjoyed it! Hopefully we'll have some time together after I turn in this project. I love you so much -- John" ------------------------------------------ Carol was like a zombie, over-tired, over-stimulated, her emotions a jumble and her abused body exhausted. She somehow managed to take a hot bath and crawl into bed, where she instantly fell into a dreamless sleep. ------------------------------------------ When John came home at about noon that day, he also was beyond tired. He had been working non-stop on the presentation for his thesis project for forty-eight straight hours, and was beginning to see after-images and feel faint. The regimen of gallons of coffee and high-sugar snacks kept the architecture and arch. eng. students awake, but eventually, they were all just shaking, twitching idiots, truly asleep on their feet, not accomplishing anything, and probably actually doing damage to their drawings as well as their bodies. He was glad to see their little car in the parking lot, comfortable that Carol was safely home. He always worried about her driving on that busy two-lane road, but especially after dark. He was surprised to find Carol still asleep, but he was careful to be quiet as he took his shower and climbed into bed beside her. He lightly kissed her ear, and she stirred slightly and moaned, then rolled over, back asleep. And in only a minute, so was he. ---------------------------------------- On Monday, Jess Spinelli dreaded meeting her student-teacher at school. As always in the days right after one of their parties, Jess felt astounded and somewhat repulsed by what she and her husband's friends had done at their parties. Yet, as each day went by, as the memory of the intense pleasure teased at her, she always found herself craving the experience again. As the new, hot young flesh at their party, Carol had been the one who got most of the attention and she had been roughly fucked again and again by each of the men. She had been done by two at a time, and once, by three of the men at once. Jess clearly remembered (with a little thrill in her loins) Carol's cries as she was tormented and used sexually, and Jess could not at the time discern whether Carol was in agony or ecstasy. Perhaps, as with Jess and the other men's wives, it was both at once. How badly had Carol been injured? The men seemed to know the limits, although there certainly had been times when they crossed the line. Had Carol gone to a clinic or a hospital where awkward questions were asked? Had Carol had a blow-up with her husband? Surely, he had seen the damage to her body ... there could be no doubt about what she had been doing. Had he abused her further, thrown her out of their house, reported them all to the police or the school board, or perhaps gone out to buy a gun to seek his revenge? Had Carol come to regret her behavior? Did she find Jess disgusting now, and hold her in the scorn and contempt she probably deserved? The morning promised to be at least embarrassing and awkward, or, much worse, an ugly confrontation that could only lead to trouble for Jess. Why had she allowed Tony to get Carol involved with their obscene "movie" club? When Jess arrived in her classroom, she was surprised to see Carol already there, looking alert, composed, and professional, working away grading student papers from the previous week. When she heard Jess enter the room, Carol looked up with a radiant smile, all sunshine and eagerness. "Hi Jess! How are YOU feeling?" Carol said. "I had a great time Friday! When is the next film club meeting?" --------------------------------------------- Now, Carol's story as told here in "Loving Wives," and as differently related in the parallel world of "BDSM," rejoins in "The Fall -- Chapter 05." The Fall Ch. 04 When John came home at about noon that day, he also was beyond tired. He had been working non-stop on the presentation for his thesis project for forty-eight straight hours, and was beginning to see after-images and feel faint. The regimen of gallons of coffee and high-sugar snacks kept the architecture and arch. eng. students awake, but eventually, they were all just shaking, twitching idiots, truly asleep on their feet, not accomplishing anything, and probably actually doing damage to their drawings as well as their bodies. He was glad to see their little car in the parking lot, comfortable that Carol was safely home. He always worried about her driving on that busy two-lane road, but especially after dark. He was surprised to find Carol still asleep, but he was careful to be quiet as he took his shower and climbed into bed beside her. His aching eyes seemed to see red streaks along Carol's back and legs where they were visible beneath her practical flannel night-gown, but he knew he could no longer believe what he thought he saw. He lightly kissed her ear, and she stirred slightly and moaned, then rolled over, back asleep. And in only a minute, so was he. ---------------------------------------- On Monday, Jess Spinelli dreaded meeting her student-teacher at school. As always in the days right after one of their parties, Jess felt astounded and repulsed by what she and her husband's friends did at their parties. Yet, as the days went by, as the memory of the pain dimmed and the memory of the intense pleasure grew, she always found herself craving the experience again. As the new, hot young flesh at their party, Carol had been terribly abused, and roughly fucked again and again by each of the men. She had been done by two at a time, and once, by three of the men at once. Jess clearly remembered (with a little thrill in her loins) Carol's cries as she was tormented and used sexually, and Jess could not at the time discern whether Carol was in agony or ecstasy. Perhaps, as with Jess and the other men's wives, it was both at once. How badly had Carol been injured? The men seemed to know the limits, although there certainly had been times when they crossed the line. Had Carol gone to a clinic or a hospital where awkward questions were asked? Had Carol had a blow-up with her husband? Surely, he had seen the damage to her body ... there could be no doubt about what she had been doing. Had he abused her further, thrown her out of their house, reported them all to the police or the school board, or perhaps gone out to buy a gun to seek his revenge? Had Carol come to regret her behavior? Did she find Jess disgusting now, and hold her in the scorn and contempt she probably deserved? The morning promised to be at least embarrassing and awkward, or, much worse, an ugly confrontation that could only lead to trouble for Jess. Why had she allowed Tony to get Carol involved with their obscene sex-and-pain "movie" club? When Jess arrived in her classroom, she was surprised to see Carol already there, looking alert, composed, and professional, working away grading student papers from the previous week. When she heard Jess enter the room, Carol looked up with a radiant smile, all sunshine and eagerness. "Hi Jess! How are YOU feeling?" Carol said. "I had a great time Friday! When is the next film club meeting?" --------------------------------------------- Here, the story of the twisted, foul, and perverted path of Carol's fall into sado-masochism as reported in the "BDSM" section of Literotica rejoins the almost serene and "wholesome" story in The Fall ch. 05 the "Loving Wives" edition of her continued sexual debauchery. The Fall Ch. 05 A/N: Thank you all for your reviews and emails! As a few people noted, the chapters seemed too short. This one is also small as it was written last week, but the Chapter Six is much longer. THANK YOU to Brenda for beta-ing this. ***~~~SS~~~*** "She is mute Dr Maxwell." He must have been staring. Ella was still smiling at him, but she looked a bit perplexed as to why he hadn't handed over his coat. He had never seen a girl like her before. While she moved with grace and held an ethereal beauty, there was something off about her. "My apologies to you both. It's been a long evening and I am very tired," he explained. "Ella, please show Dr Maxwell to our guest suite." She smiled and turned it on Jonathan, "The bed is small as I do not have guests often; however, it's in the back of the house so you may rest undisturbed." Jonathan could only nod stiffly before following Ella up the stairs. Ella moved down the narrow hall in a manner that Jonathan could only describe as catlike. She was slender in form, her blonde curls swaying with every step she took. He was having trouble keeping up with her with his nearly lurching gait. Opening a narrow door, she then ushered him into a small bath. Her smile seemed unnaturally wide as she thrust a towel into his hands before scurrying out so he could do his business. He closed his eyes, leaning wearily on the pedestal sink, and listened to the housemaid move away. ***~~~SS~~~*** Walking to the back parlor, Eliza sighed as she reached up to pull out the pins that held her hat. She slapped the offensive mass of frippery on the bar before letting her attention slide to a thick sheet of crumpled vellum. There on the sideboard sat the same letter that she had been seething about before she departed earlier in the evening. Grinding her teeth and growling, she picked up the missive again before tossing it into the fire. He did it, he finally bloody did it! Lord Addison had her ousted from The Order. The old white haired bastard evidently managed to get enough support with his constant preaching about consent and morality. Pets should be willing slaves, he said! Submission is a precious gift, he said! She snorted. A willing slave is an oxymoron. It was no secret that Marcus Addison was seriously ill. Maliciously, she hoped that he had a coughing fit during one of his grandiose speeches. A fit that would put him in his well earned grave. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down enough to think, she walked back over to the sideboard and poured herself a glass of brandy. Yes, even though she was a woman, it seemed that she had picked up nearly all of her father's habits. Her father. He had helped create The Order thirty-two years ago to mirror the Hellfire Club of one hundred years prior. He was surely rolling in his grave over her expulsion. While they made no secret that as a woman she was only allowed admittance due to her blood relations, Eliza had hoped that at least David Longwood would have come to her aid, as his beliefs were parallel with hers. Unfortunately, he's been weighted down with Scotland Yard sniffing about his private affairs for the past few years. It seemed that due to an anonymous tip, several members of the House of Lords had to get rid of evidence of their extracurricular activities. It worked out well in the end; that was how she had wound up with Ella. Three years prior, she had passed along word she was looking for a new charge. It had only been a week when Eliza stopped by his townhouse. David wrapped the awkward thing up in a blanket and all but threw her into the carriage to be rid of her. She threw back the brandy in one go, feeling the burn down her throat. She heard the floorboards creak overhead and was filled with the sure knowledge that her doctor had finished washing and was about to retire to the "guest suite" for the evening. She smiled when she thought of what was to come. Her father had really outdone himself when he redesigned the interior of this building to suit his needs. He kept many pets here over the years and taught her exactly how to dole out punishments for infractions. However, it wasn't until she met Clinton that she began to see it as an art form. While her father was happy simply torturing his pets in various ways, Clinton enjoyed manipulating them not only physically but psychologically as well. She learned so much from him. Dr. Maxwell...no, Jonathan, she mentally corrected herself. He was now her plaything and would be addressed as she saw fit, and would begin his training first thing in the morning. Finding out that he was a widower might prove to be even more beneficial. At first she was just going to keep him for a few days, then eventually blackmail him to keep the good reports on her health coming. Now he might have a bigger role to play. It all depends on his performance tomorrow. ***~~~SS~~~*** A soft knock broke Eliza out of her musing. "Enter." Ella walked into the parlor with her head bowed and her eyes averted. "Dr. Maxwell has gone to bed Mistress." "Thank you Ella. Now that we have a guest, there are going to be some new rules. You are a clever girl, so I'm sure you figured out what rule number one is. No speaking in Jonathan's presence. Ever." She nodded, "Yes Mistress." "Good. This is going to be an exercise in trust, Ella. I know that David used that collar I designed to keep you from speaking, but I'm much kinder than he was, aren't I? She nodded again, wringing her fingers under the intense scrutiny, "Yes Mistress." "But please know that if you slip up even once, I will utilize some of David's old punishments." Eliza leaned in close, "And I think you know that I can make them much more painful and bloody than he could ever dream of." Ella was shivering, "I know Mistress. I will not fail you." Eliza walked away to refill her drink. "I'm glad. I can assure you that Jonathan will not be waking up any time soon, so please maneuver him into a more prone position on the bed and make sure he is secured." She turned and raised an eyebrow, "You can manage that on your own, I assume?" She nodded eagerly, "Yes Mistress." "Tomorrow morning he will need food and water. Is there anything I'm forgetting?" Seeing the answering headshake she sighed, "Very well, you are dismissed. After you finish upstairs you may retire for the evening." "Thank you Mistress." Ella all but ran from the room. ***~~~SS~~~*** Jonathan came to consciousness slowly, thinking that possibly everything he endured the night before had been a dream. Correction, a nightmare. Eliza Welsey's behavior must have been a figment of his imagination, brought on by an overwrought mind. Yes, he probably was scheduled to see her today and just dreamed the whole ordeal. However, when he tried to move his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes, the familiar feeling of restraints biting his wrists caused fear to prickle up his spine. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was not in the same position he fell asleep in the night before. He was still on the tiny bed, but it had been pulled out from the wall and moved to the center of the room. He noted that except for a well-worn blanket protecting him from the chill in the room, he was once again nude. That was when he noticed - he was not alone. ***~~~SS~~~*** Notes: The Hellfire Club was a name for several exclusive clubs for high society rakes established in Britain and Ireland in the eighteenth century. These clubs were rumored to be the meeting places of "persons of quality" who wished to take part in immoral acts, and the members were often very involved in politics. Neither the activities nor membership of the club were easy to ascertain. The Fall Ch. 06 A/N: YAY SMUT! Woah, another chapter of The Fall? Over three thousand words in sexi-vision? I can't believe it either! Got super motivated to write today and decided wish you all a porn filled Holiday. -Sov Thank you to Brenda as always for beta-ing my mental sewage. ~~~SS~~~ The girl...no, he remembered that Ella was her name, was kneeling on the floor by his head and just staring at him. She reached down out of his sight and brought up a piece of bread with jam spread thickly over the top, holding it in front of his mouth. He could do nothing but look at her, incredulous. He noticed her hand was trembling. When he looked back at her face he saw that even though she was smiling, she seemed to be pleading with her eyes for him to eat. "Release me." He still had enough spine to try and look down his nose at her, but failed. She shook her head; blonde curls swaying and pressed the sweet smelling bread against his lips more insistently. Her eyes were still pleading, but her smile was looking more like a grimace. "You think I'm mad enough to eat anything you offer me?" Jonathan's voice dripped with the arrogance that he had failed to give with his eyes. The hand holding the bread trembled further and the parody of a smile disappeared wholly, as she lowered herself further in his eyes. Her gaze turned downward, and when she met his eyes again, the pain and sadness that reflected in her orbs seemed to come from her very soul. Although he did not know her outside of the brief introduction the night before, this expression seemed so wrong for someone of her beauty. She was but a serving girl, why was she so desolate? Jonathan felt something in his chest constrict, and against his better judgment, opened his mouth to accept her offering. Ella's trembling smile reappeared, and in that moment, he knew her bonds were in some way worse than his own. Biting into the still slightly warm bread, he realized he hadn't eaten since lunch the previous day and it tasted wonderful. Swallowing the first piece, he continued to stare unflinchingly at the unnerving girl as he finished off three slices total. He didn't speak another word, as she was mute and a servant at that. He knew who was responsible for his current predicament, he just as to wait for her to make an appearance. Sighing heavily, Jonathan lay his head back down on the thin pillow as Ella gathered up the plate and rose. It was then he realized a slight bitter aftertaste had just begun seeping into his mouth. "Laudanum." He thrashed on the small bed and turned his attention to the girl, baring his teeth. "YOU BLOODY BITCH!" The servant looked as if she couldn't draw in enough air, and the plate dropped to the ground from her limp hand, shattering before she sprinted from the room. ~~~SS~~~ Upon hearing the shouting coming from the hall and the thudding footsteps approaching, Eliza could only surmise that the good doctor had just figured out what she had mixed into the jam to sedate him a bit. She opened the door just as Ella was about to knock, taking in the panicked look upon the girl's face. "Jonathan has eaten I take it?" It was more of a statement, as she could hear him yelling and cursing from down the hall. Ella nodded, "Yes, Mistress." "Good. In fifteen minutes meet me in his quarters. You know the appropriate dress to wear, correct?" Ella nodded again and Eliza paused for a moment, hearing her name from the end of the hall. "My, he does know some colorful words, doesn't he? What a filthy mouth." "Yes, Mistress." "Off you go then, get changed." She shooed the girl out of her rooms. ~~~SS~~~ By the time the door to his room opened again, Jonathan was much more sedate. He rolled his head to the side facing the entryway to see if the new intruder was who he thought it was, and he wasn't disappointed. The Welsey woman stalked up next to him wearing nothing but a richly decorated white silk dressing gown hat she had tied tightly closed. "Comfortable, Jonathan?" she asked looking down at him. She appreciated the way Ella bound his wrists and ankles. His eyes were slightly glazed over, but he still had a little fight left in him. No matter, another five minutes and that would be gone. "Release me, you bloody whore." He really tried to make it a command, but it came out as a mere whimper. "No. For the time being, you are mine and I will do what I please with you." She stopped, smirking down at him. "I think that today we will do something with that ghastly mouth though." Turning to face her captive fully, she pulled the tie to her white gown causing it to open. She gleefully took note of his face when he realized she was wearing nothing but a dark purple corset. His eyes widened in shock as he gazed at her breasts. They peeked over the top and she knew he could see the tips of her rose colored nipples hardening in the chill of the room. His frightened eyes then moved lower, down to her already glistening curls and she heard his intake of breath. "Please, no." Tears were forming in Jonathan's eyes and he couldn't even bring himself to hide them. "I promise on my wife's grave that I will never breathe a word of this to anyone. I will give you a bill of health, anything you want...just please let me go." He ended with a sob, tears sliding down his temples. Eliza scoffed, "What part of 'no' do you fail to comprehend? You won't be breathing a word of this to anyone regardless. If you did the carriage driver would state you spent the night here. It's my word against yours, Jonathan. Who would they believe?" A soft knock interrupted their conversation, and both occupants of the room looked up to see Ella enter with her eyes humbled. She was wearing an obscenely short blue dress. It was loaded with delicate Battenberg lace and other such inane frippery. It reminded him strongly of a child's swimming gown. From his vantage point, Jonathan could clearly see her long boyishly thin legs all the way to the short ruffled undergarments she wore. Ella bowed low to her Mistress and then folded herself to the floor blushing and avoiding all eye contact. "Well then, it seems that we are all here." Eliza drawled, "This is what we are going to do. Depending on how things go today, you will earn some benefits. Perhaps I may reward you with your freedom. Do you understand?" Jonathan swallowed his grief and nodded, never taking his eyes off of Ella. "Good." She moved to block his view, "We are going to work on your ability to bring a woman to hysterical paroxysm." "Fine, but I will need my hands unbound." Though his words came out slurred, a small bud of hope built in his chest; if he could trick her into releasing him then he could overpower her easily. "Oh no doctor," she leaned down smiling maliciously, "You are going to be using your mouth to do this; your tongue to be precise." Seeing his look of absolute horror up close, Eliza laughed in his face, this was going to be great fun. She felt her womanhood throb with anticipation and clenched her legs together. Taking care to continue blocking his view of Ella, she took another step even closer to the small bed until she was nearly standing over him. One of her hands drifted down to her moist folds, sliding up and down languidly while the other began pinching and rolling one of her hardened peaks. He watched as if he was mesmerized. Good, the drugs were finally kicking in. Feeling another rush of heat to her nether regions, she inwardly sighed, the tension from the night before, coupled with not having a partner in a while was making her edgy and impatient. "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to give you a proper lesson in anatomy today Jonathan, but I'll let you know when you are doing something right. Ella, come to the head of the cot and watch closely." Ripping off the thin grey blanket that still covered the more interesting parts of his body, she stode up to stand above his head while taking time to admire the view. Between his pleading earlier and the perfection of his form, Eliza knew she was not going to last long today. Biting her bottom lip hard, she thrust her womanhood close to his features while her fingers continued to rub her clit in small hard circles, in order to make it poke out from its little hood a little. Jonathan tried to swallow, his mouth felt so dry. This was wrong, so very wrong! Being nude with Miss Welsey torturing him and Ella watching should not be causing his manhood to stir again. It was perverse, sick! He slid his eyes back over to Eliza watching her open her vulva with two fingers mere inches from his eyes, giving him a lewd view of her sex while pointing with her other hand. "This," she stroked the organ lightly, "is the clitoris. If you want to bring a woman to hysterical paroxysm I suggest you put most of your attentions there." Ella had already taken her place closer and was watching, her eyes dull and a wide fake smile twisting her countenance. Eliza then crawled on top of him, positioning her backside over his patrician features. He began to feel blessed that he had the Laudanum in his system; otherwise he might be sick with what was transpiring rather than the beginnings of excitement. Looking up in morbid fascination at the damp curls hovering inches from his mouth, he noticed that the smell of her aroused sex was nearly overpowering at this angle. In fact, he opened his mouth just so he could inhale the scent deeper, causing his blood to begin rushing south. The women in his office never smelled this way, or perhaps keeping them at arms length and in their skirts prohibited it from reaching his nose. Perhaps it was only if they were excited sexually? Recalling his memory, he was certain that Edith had never smelled as such, either. Did that mean... "Doctor, do show me how well you can use the forked tongue I heard earlier." Shaking away his thoughts and possible failures as a lover, he lifted his head tentatively, giving a long slow lick the length of her slit. Smacking his lips, he found the taste wasn't too bothersome. It was quite pleasant really. Why hadn't he done this before? Eliza ground her teeth impatiently; the ache between her legs was becoming unbearable. Perhaps the Laudanum was a poor idea, the doctor seemed to be off in his own little world. How much did Ella give him? His penis was now fully erect, but he had ceased any action to her person and seemed to be mumbling to himself from between her thighs. Rolling her eyes she once again took matters into her own hands. Reaching over she gripped his shaft and gave his cock a good hard pull, bordering on abusive. Upon hearing the sharp intake of breath from under her, she tugged again to keep his interest. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you? Has your feeble mind forgotten how to administer your attentions?" She heard a huff from under her, "Of course not, the clitor...mmmmffpph!" Eliza buried his handsome features between her legs and began grinding her clit on his mouth and nose before he could finish his thought. After a minute or two of being smothered by her saturated womanhood, Jonathan finally regained purchase and closed his mouth around her clit. He wasn't gentle when he sucked upon it heavily and flicked his tongue over it making her inhale sharply as she groaned and her back arched in bliss. Reaching up with her hands, she began to roll her nipples between her fingers while his tongue moved back and immersed itself into her dripping cavern.. Eliza gasped at the feelings his slick appendage was invoking. He was a blooming natural at this! Like a fish to water! Her breath caught again as his mouth continued to work her over-sensitized pussy. Sometimes licking her clit softly and at others pressing the flat of his tongue hard against her swollen labia. She panted as her fingers alternated between twisting and pinching her nipples. When he ran open-mouthed kisses between her puckered hole and her clit, desperate sounds began emerging from her throat. Jonathan pulled back and gazed at the button that was now swollen and poking out of its hood. Ah yes, the clitoris. He had been experimenting before, but he remembered that he had to lavish more attention there. Right now he felt euphoric, he just discovered that he loved the taste of a woman's fluids and could possibly devour them all day. Perhaps he could live off them. He giggled at the idea, before running the flat of his tongue over the exposed clit in fast succession. Her legs were quivering, and her inner walls were tightening and throbbing madly. It felt like lava was flowing though her veins and she was burning up from the inside out. This man was not going anywhere. Not ever. Even Clinton couldn't compete with this. Jonathan continued his eager attack, but the taste and smell from her sex was causing his erection to ache terribly. He stopped and groaned, squirming on the bed. Eliza looked at his now dribbling erection and panted, "Finish what you started and I will reward you." Jonathan whimpered, but continued. If he could bring her to paroxysm then maybe his overwhelming ache would be taken care of. It wasn't as if he had a choice. As a last ditch effort, he drew her clit between his teeth, biting lightly, and began flicking the tip of his tongue over the nubbin Eliza fell forward and had to use her left hand to hold herself up. Her right hand pinched and pulled her nipple hard. Her legs shook from the effort and a low keening noise erupted from the back of her throat. A familiar ball was tightening in her lower body, and the burn continued to build as he worked her over relentlessly. With each swipe of his tongue, caused her body to tense even further. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes screwed shut with the assault on her body. "Just a little more...nnnghhhaaahh!" The tension in her body snapped, her mouth open in a silent scream. More moisture leaked from her entrance, and Jonathan lapped it up like a starved man. His greedy tongue continued to work against her, causing her body to convulse sharply before she removed herself from his person abruptly. Stumbling a few steps away from the bed and landing gracelessly on her rump, Eliza stared dumbfounded at her new acquisition. Never in all her years would she have guessed that the frigid doctor could do such wicked things with his mouth. She expected something barely passable, if not downright horrible. Oh no, this man was not going to be leaving anytime soon. She sighed; he was now looking at her and making pitiful noises while squirming on the bed. Suddenly remembering that Ella was in the room, she slid her eyes over to the girl's flushed face and saw her try not to rub her thighs together. "Ella, please help Jonathan release." He had definitely earned his reward today. Jonathan watched a blushing Ella stand up from her place on the floor and walk over to him. He wondered if he was going to service her as well and what she tasted like. Probably something sweet, he decided; the girl was appealing but so shy. He shot a hungry look at her that only seemed to cause her to redden more before she smiled genuinely and a predatory look flashed in her eyes. Kneeling down, she took his stiff manhood in her slender hands, her fingers caressing the velvety tip and spreading out the fluid now leaking steadily from it. Looking up into his face, she smiled deviously once more before leaning in and giving his shaft a long lick from the base up. She then left a demure kiss on the tip, causing a strand of pre-cum to connect her bottom lip to his erection. He groaned at the erotic sight, and she took that as a cue to roll the fleshy sacs below in her hand as if to test their weight. "Anytime now, Ella. You are helping him release, not courting him." Eliza came up behind her with a disapproving look. The girl pouted slightly knowing that her Mistress couldn't see. She then closed her eyes and began to lick around his cock head, pausing only to dip her wet tongue into the slit, which caused him to inhale sharply. Her eyes flickered back up to him as she grasped the base of his erection and began stroking in time with her head bobbing. He had never experienced anything like this before, and couldn't help the needy moan that escaped his throat. Ella looked very pleased with herself. She then closed her eyes concentrating on her task, leaving Jonathan to stare in awe at her dark blonde lashes and cheeks that hollowed out on each upstroke. His balls tightened with anticipation and he pulled at his restraints while trying to thrust upward into her warm cavern. She increased her speed and suction, finally causing him to snap. Heat tore its way up from his sac, his back arched and his body gave a spastic jerk that caused his cock to hit the back of her throat. His cum began spurting hard and hot into her mouth, hips thrusting upwards of their own accord as his balls emptied. "Don't you dare swallow!" Jonathan only heard the command fuzzily. Then beautiful Ella was in his line of vision, with her eyelashes wet with tears and her face flushed. Did he do that? He wasn't able to ponder for long, as her lips descended upon him prying open his mouth and releasing his own seed down his throat. ~~~SS~~~ Notes: In the 19th century, Laudanum was used in many patent medicines to relieve pain, produce sleep, allay irritation, check excessive secretions, support the system, and as a soporific. Laudanum was made with Opium and alcohol, and was frequently mixed with sugar to curb the taste. ~~~SS~~~ A/N: Unless I get extremely motivated before Thursday, there will be no new updates until January, as I will be visiting my parents in the frigid northeast. Mom likes to read over my shoulder while I work. Explaining this would be mildly awkward. -Sov