1 comments/ 9330 views/ 0 favorites Jennifer's Obsession: Justice By: methylation As she waited for the file to open she slouched back in her chair, leaning to one side and with her left hand under her chin, supporting her head. Something appeared on the screen and she sprang bolt-upright and wide-eyed, her mouth slowly falling open. She sat dead-still for a second, before hurriedly closing the file down and fighting hard against the temptation to lose herself in her developing hysteria. As the horror vanished from the screen, Jennifer's shoulders began to slouch and her head fell forward whilst her body slumped back, heavily, into the chair. She lifted her left hand to her stooped head, thumb on one temple, index finger on the other, and massaged her temples as if it might somehow negate the effects of what she'd just seen. It was 'Dave' from the gym – the skinny guy she'd taken a dislike to when she'd met Anthony a short while ago. Jennifer shook her head thinking, I just knew there was something about him that I didn't like – always trust your instincts Jennifer, always! Dave was a 'mate' of Anthony's, and Anthony was the guy Jennifer had recently filmed herself having sex with, with the intention of showing the tape to Andrew as punishment for him having been involved in that affair he never had. Jennifer sat there, staring at the yellow-coloured wall and was now tapping the luscious, red lips of her face, wondering how Dave could have come up with his picture. Within seconds she'd concluded that Dave must have had one of those camera phones and had, obviously, snapped a picture whilst he and Anthony were 'at it'. The sneaky, little weasel, she thought, sucking her teeth, before going on to curse technology. Neither of them would have noticed, she continued to think as she cast her mind back to exactly how carried away she'd gotten with the size of Anthony's cock and having had him cuffed like she did, and she was positive Anthony would have had other things on his mind too. It had quickly become a matter of 'what to do now?' The picture he'd emailed was quite compromising to say the least. It was the moment she'd bent over and leant up against the fireplace, dressed in her policewoman's outfit (Andrew's favourite, if you recall). The blouse was unbuttoned so that her tits were hanging down whilst her tiny skirt was pulled up to her waist to show off the stockings she was wearing but worst of all, Anthony was stood at her rear with his hands cuffed behind his back and his huge, cucumber-like cock poking in to her, and it was a side-on shot. There's no way I can 'blag' my way out of this one, and even if Andrew could forgive me, how's he going to feel having sex with me after seeing the size of Anthony's cock? I know what guys are like when it comes to the size of their cocks and who's the best shag and all that – he'd never deal with it. I'd better reply and find out exactly what it is he wants. Jennifer sat upright, shaking her head back and forth in disgust at Dave as she typed her reply. You bastard, she thought as she clicked on send before deleting the picture he'd sent. Not knowing what it was he wanted Jennifer decided to put it to the back of her mind for the rest of the day, but even with it all the way back there she could still see the picture. Just then, she heard Andrew moving about upstairs. She quickly deleted the message she'd sent from her 'sent' folder, just in case, and shut her computer down before getting on with the day. It was a sunny, spring day, on a Monday. Andrew was back at work and Jennifer had just completed her last appointment for that day; she was on her way to meet Dave, at last, to sort things out. It had been a long weekend; the image of Dave's weasel-like face, and the other 'image', had haunted her day and night the last couple of days, and understandably so. Jennifer, in her yellow-coloured VW Golf, had pulled off from the main road and was trundling along a bumpy, leafy, seemingly little-used lane. A few minutes later the lane began to open up to reveal the remnants of a coal mine – this was one of the few remaining sites that gave an indication of the area's past wealth which had been acquired at and beyond the time of the industrial revolution. A lot of the smaller buildings had crumbled with the ravages of time, and trees and the like were growing up out of them. The rightful owner – nature - reclaiming what man had taken, Jennifer thought as she bumped nearer to the main building. The red-brick structure had trees, shrubs and brambles growing all around it, with ivy and the like slowly but steadily working to obscure this huge, decrepit blot on the landscape. Jennifer came to a stop about twenty metres from the building and got out; she couldn't get any nearer because of the greenery that surrounded the building. She clambered over the fallen bricks and other debris that littered the floor and stepped into the building through a doorway that had no door, thinking how lucky it was she'd come straight from work and was wearing her trainers. A large open space stood before her; any machinery that may have lived there once had long since gone. She swept her one foot back and forth, clearing the grit and dust that covered the floor to see it was composed of some rather nice looking black-and-white tiles, if it weren't for the cracks in them. There was no vegetation growing inside, except for the odd bits that were lucky enough to be living under holes in the roof where the sunlight could get to it. There were a few little buildings sited inside and a few pillars dotted about the place, but that was it. She approached one of the pillars and looked at it, stroking it with her right hand as she did so. The kit-bag she was holding in her left hand dropped to the ground as she continued to stroke the pillar, glancing at her watch at the same time; it was just coming up to three-thirty. Just then, the roar of a machine of some sort echoed throughout the building, causing Jennifer to stop what she was doing. She turned around and faced the doorway she'd come through earlier. The noise suddenly stopped and a few seconds later a figure appeared in the doorway, wearing a crash-helmet. Jennifer laughed to herself as she thought how, with the sunlight pouring in from behind, the silhouetted figure reminded her of some sort of alien encounter she'd seen in a film at some time or other. The figure stepped into the building and out of the sunlight, removing his helmet as he did so. It was Dave. Bang on time, Jennifer thought, glancing at her watch again. Dave approached her, smiling, before a brief stumble over a brick altered his smile to a kind of embarrassed frown. Jennifer again laughed to herself. "Well fancy meeting you here," Dave said, grinning again as he neared her. God, he even sounds like a weasel, or how I imagine a weasel to sound, Jennifer thought, trying hard to hide her disgust. "Now get your fucking kit off, it's payday," Dave demanded, as he placed his helmet down carefully on the floor and began unzipping his leather jacket. "You know you didn't have to blackmail me for a fuck, don't you?" Jennifer said, managing to appear quite convincing. "I like the idea of having complete control over my bitch, that's all," Dave replied, his aggression quickly melting away. "I wanted to fuck you when you came around with Anthony, but you know my husband was due back," Jennifer said, stepping up to Dave and placing her hands on his chest. "I thought that was just to get rid of us," Dave replied, with all trace of his earlier demeanour having completely vanished. "Now, you get your kit off and I'll take you to places you've only dreamed of," Jennifer said, slowly and in a rather low tone as she cupped his tackle in her right hand, taking complete control of the situation. "Alright, I will," Dave said excitedly. Jennifer winked at him and stepped back, pulling her tee-shirt up over her head to reveal her naked, pert breasts. She shook her torso back and forth, making her toned tits dart back and forth, tantalizing Dave. He waited until Jennifer's bulbs of pleasure came to a stop, which wasn't long after she'd stopped moving, and madly tore at his clothes. He was a little more careful with his trousers, though; he had to strip one leg at a time without putting his foot down so he could put his motor-bike boot back on before doing the other – the floor was covered in all sorts of stuff, broken glass included. Jennifer pulled her jogging bottoms off without removing her trainers; they were loose enough to be pulled straight over. Jennifer turned face-on to Dave with her legs spread wide, showing off her still shaven mound. Dave stood upright and, clothed in nothing more than his knee-high, leather motor-bike boots, turned square-on to Jennifer. Jennifer's gaze slowly made its way down his torso and onto his crotch. She struggled to stifle a grin when saw what he had; it was a little shorter than average length, but thin as a pencil. There, that's about right, you get what you deserve you little-dicked bastard, she thought, as her attempts to stifle the powerful urge to grin began to fail miserably. All was not lost; Jennifer managed to turn her grin at God's revenge on Dave into a very well acted one of excitement. She clasped her hands together, rubbing them and laughing out aloud in an eager, excited sort of tone. "I can't wait to get you inside me," she said, but really thinking, I wonder if I'd know, if it was in or not? Dave reached his hands out on Jennifer's shoulders, his finger-like cock rigidly bobbing about, and pressed his lips onto Jennifer's. Jennifer quickly turned to one side, making him kiss at her neck. "No, wait! You know I like bondage, what if I tie you to one of those pillars while I suck you?" she quickly whispered in his ear. He looked at the pillar over Jennifer's shoulders. "Yeah, like with Anthony," he said, excitedly. Dave strode to the corroded, steel pillar and placed his back to it, his pee-wee erection sticking out from his skinny body. Jennifer reached into her kit-bag and pulled out a length of blue, nylon rope. "No, not like that," she said, turning Dave around to face the pillar. "How we gonna fuck this way," he enquired, but still doing as Jennifer directed. "Look, " she said, pulling Dave out from the pillar so that his arms were outstretched. "I'll slip in front of you, after I sucked your cock, and you can screw me from behind," she continued, as she ducked under his arms and placed herself in front of him, demonstrating. She felt his finger-like dick stab at her backside and quickly jumped back out in response. "Ahh," Dave said, nodding in agreement. "I'd like you to wear your leather jacket as well," she said, sexily. Dave bounded over to it, whipped it up from the floor and put it on, before reaching his hands out to the pillar again. He stared longingly at Jennifer's perfect, naked (except for her trainers and watch) body while she made quick work of tethering him tight to the pillar. She positioned herself behind Dave, glancing at her watch as she did so. Bugger, three forty-five, she thought, five minutes to go yet. She looked around the building, stalling, and wondering what to do next. I'm going to have to play with him, I want him to think it's for real, she thought, her screwed up face giving a clue as to how she felt about that particular prospect. She Leant up against him from behind, placing her left hand on his waist whilst her other reached down in front of him, feeling for his cock. She had to bite her lip, hard, when she grabbed a hold of it to stop herself from giggling; it felt so strange, what with being so thin. Dave looked down at the hand on his tool as she started to tug at it, nodding his head in agreement with what he saw. At his rear, Jennifer was looking over to the doorway, wondering how much longer she'd have to keep this up – she was handling him as if she were being made to hold a slimy, little eel, and she just hated eels. "Mmm... when you gonna suck me?" Dave said, impatiently. The building started to fill with a familiar sound; it was the sound of a motor-bike. Jennifer released Dave's cock immediately, smiled, and then straightened her face again. "What the fuck's that?" Dave said, twisting his head around as far as he could, looking at Jennifer. Jennifer looked worried. "I don't know," she said, holding the forefinger of her right hand to her mouth. The noise got louder. "It's motorbikes! There must be people out there," Jennifer said, before suddenly racing to her bag, picking it up, and sprinting over to one of the few inner structures that the building contained on the right side of where they were standing. "Don't fucking leave me, I'm stuck," Dave pleaded, his face screwing up in desperation as he watched Jennifer's naked body disappear into the darkness of the doorway she just gone through. "Fuck!" Dave said, as he kicked the pillar he was bound to. The small amount of flesh that was hard only seconds ago had shrivelled to nothing now. The noise suddenly vanished. Dave's heart was racing as he scoured the whole building, panicking. A heavily-built figure appeared in the doorway, and started to approach; then another, and another. Dave squeezed himself up against the pillar, covering his shred of embarrassment. As the first figure approached Dave realised he was familiar; it was a bloke he'd seen at the gym on occasion. Dave's face reddened. Ah well, at least I not going to be left here to rot, Dave thought, consoling himself as he started to relax a little. "What've we got here then?" the first man rumbled, laughing as he neared. "Looks like we've got ourselves a nice bit of ass," a second voice said, only not as deep as the first. "Yeah man, a bit of ass," said yet another voice. If you could represent horror in the face of a man, then Dave was that man. He suddenly started to experience an uncomfortable sense of vulnerability. "Hey guys, look, I'm here with a woman and...uh... she'll be back in a minute..." Dave muttered, praying they'd believe him. The biggest guy, the heavily-built one, walked up to Dave. "How do you fancy a bit of this," he said, unzipping his black leather trousers and whipping out a decent-sized lump of meat; he flopped it back and forth, making it harden. Dave's eyes widened in panic before turning his head to face in the opposite direction. "Like I said, my woman'll be back any second," Dave cried, shakily as the big guy shuffled to Dave's rear. The other two men were of average build and had come to stop either side of Dave, their moustached faces smiling broadly. Two strong hands suddenly gripped him tightly on either side of his bare hips, and yanked him backwards so hard he came to land painfully on his knees whilst his wrists chaffed as they slid down the rusty pillar. "Please... please," he begged, as he started to sob like a little girl, not from the grazes he'd incurred but from the thought of what was going to happen next. The big guy behind him dropped to his knees, his cock still hanging out and erect now too. "Nice ass, kid," the big guy said as he snuggled up to Dave, his large hands gripping Dave's little hips as he did so. Dave could feel the man at his rear and nervously clenched his buttocks together in the desperate hope of deterring the imminent ass-rape. "Please," Dave begged, in an entirely submissive tone that was littered with despair. "Hurry up and fuck him; I wanna go," the man at Dave's left shouted, eagerly. Dave weakly pulled at the rope tethering him to the pillar; it was never going to set him free and besides, the guy at the rear had a firm grip of him now too. The chap stood at Dave's right produced a camcorder from the inside of his jacket and promptly started to record the event. "Hold your head up kid, or I'll fuck you in the mouth," the big guy ordered. Slowly, shakily, and clearly distressed, Dave raised his head up, openly sobbing all-the-while. The camcorder chap stepped back to get the whole scene in the frame, nodded, and then stopped filming. The big guy rose up from the floor laughing and packing his softening cock away. Feeling the big guy move from his rear, Dave abruptly stopped sobbing and quickly looked about himself to find the three men leaving, laughing as they went. Just then he heard a noise, outside; it sounded like an engine. Jennifer, the bitch, Dave thought. "Bloody cock-tease, hanging about naked like that; next time we'll all fuck your ass," one of them shouted, as Dave relievedly watched their silhouetted figures disappear through the doorway they'd entered by. Dave didn't even try to move until he heard their motorbikes leave, just in case it was some sort of sick game they were playing and were really going to come back and fuck him. The noise of the bikes quickly faded and the realisation that he was still tethered to the pillar suddenly dawned on him. Fuck, he thought. He slowly clamoured to his feet and breathed out an enormous sigh of relief as he did so, realising the rope that had bound him was now cut through. He rubbed his bare backside, probably in relief that it hadn't been invaded. Sick bastards, he thought as his hands moved from his backside to his bloodied knees where he gently brushed the grit form them. That could have been much worse, he thought, before going on to curse Jennifer for having run off and left him. He put his clothes back on, angrily. "Fucking bitch," he said to himself as he stamped towards the doorway, ramming his head into his helmet. I'll fuck you yet, I've still got the picture, he thought to himself, sneakily planning his next meeting. He climbed up over the rubble and the like and the first thing he looked for on the outside of the building was Jennifer's car; it had gone. That's what I heard when I was stuck in there with those fuckers, he thought, as he straddled his bike, fired her up, and accelerated off at full throttle. A short while later Jennifer was back at home and had been happily sat in front of her computer for about an hour. She'd just opened an email from her good friend 'Mike'. Mike was an old client of hers from several years ago. He used to be quite obese but with Jennifer's help he'd managed to transform himself, over a period of about a year-and-a-half, into a muscle-bound beast of a man. With his new body and his experience, he didn't need Jennifer any more to motivate him and he'd looked after his body by himself from then on, but they've remained good friends ever since. He was gay, and not long after Mike went it alone he'd met a couple of other guys and together, they set up a sort of gay stripper show and was making a fairly lucrative living touring the country; they called themselves 'The Hill and Dales' (they were all from the South Wales valleys of the UK so the name seemed appropriate). The email she'd been waiting for contained an attachment which she eagerly clicked on. A clear image of Dave, clothed in nothing but motor-bike boots and a leather biker's jacket, appeared on her screen – he was on his knees with his skinny ass in the air whilst behind him was a big guy on his knees with a fairly decent erection poking between Dave's cheeks, and with the angle the shot was taken from it appeared as if Mike's cock was buried deep into Dave's ass. I owe you Mike, big time, Jennifer thought, nodding her head in agreement with what she saw on her screen and with a sense of justice satiating her psyche. Her harmony was suddenly disturbed by the same noise that had interrupted her earlier. I'd swear there's someone upstairs, if I didn't already know there wasn't, she thought. She decided to put it down to what Andrew keeps telling her – 'too many scary films'. Forgetting the noise, she contentedly forwarded the image on to the weasel-like, acquaintance she wished she'd never met with. She'd attached a little text to the message which, in essence, said 'we've both got pictures we don't want anyone to see, so that's the end of it'. Jennifer's Obsession: Justice Jennifer was feeling quite pleased with herself now that her problem had been cleared up; and this quiet elation had started to make her feel horny too. She shut down her computer and headed upstairs for a shower, wishing Andrew hadn't had to go away again so soon; she could have done with him now, or his cock to be more precise. It didn't get her down too much, though; the problem-solving was some high. In under a minute she'd stripped herself of her clothing and was standing in the shower with eyes closed whilst the tiny jets of water gently massaged, and revitalised, her tanned, silky skin. Her eyes suddenly opened wide. Now there's something I haven't done in a while, she thought, as she did an about turn on the slippery surface of the wet shower cubicle and reached up for the shower-head. She grinned widely as she held the shower-head over her pubic area. The jets of water driving into the now stubbly flesh of her pussy were giving her a welcome, and much needed sensation. Using her free, left hand she took a firm grip of her left breast and begun squeezing at it, and her legs had opened in an effort to get at least some of those tiny jets of water to massage her inner lips. Bang! Bang! Bang! Jennifer's 'shower' was interrupted by the rapping of the large, brass door-knocker of the front door. Christ! she thought, as the jets of water pressed onto her inner thigh while she considered whether or not to answer. It might be important; I'd better go, she thought, as she begrudgingly hung up the shower head and stepped out from the shower. She left the shower running. There was no towel at hand and she hadn't brought her gown in with her. Bugger, I'll just go to the bedroom window, she decided as she stepped out from the en-suite bathroom and whizzed across to the window, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind her. She got down on her knees, pulled the drape of muslin to one side and heaved up the old-fashioned, panelled window; the oak of the frame creaked as it shot upwards. Jennifer leant forward and poked her head out of the window, her wet breasts sliding across the sill as she did so. "Hello," she yelled, looking down at the front door. A young chap dressed in a dark suit and holding a clipboard looked upwards. "Hello," he shouted. "I'm representing a gas company and have called to offer you a deal that can save you money on your bill," he continued. Jennifer leant forward a little more, placing her right arm across her breasts, covering them. "What?" she shouted, from a type of doggy-style position. As the young man repeated his pitch, Jennifer became aware of her left nipple being trapped between the fingers that were supposed to be covering it, and fiddled with it; it gave her a buzz. She hadn't really heard what the chap had said again, but nodded her head in agreement regardless. He stood still for a moment, wondering whether she was going to come down or not. Jennifer slipped her left hand between her legs, squashing her pussy lips together with her fingers, massaging them. The chap, realising she wasn't coming to the door, continued with his patter. She looked down in his direction as if paying attention, and unbeknown to him (she was concealed by the outer window-sill) started to masturbate. Jennifer's eyes fixed firmly on the young chap below as she slipped her middle finger inside her rough mound and loosened it up a little, getting off on the fact she was secretly fingering herself whilst he tried to sell her something or other. The poor chap must have been sure of getting his sale judging by the look on Jennifer's face. He continued to prattle about how much she could save and that their nearest rivals couldn't even come close; Jennifer hadn't heard a word of it. She found herself starting to rock back and forth as her finger started to probe a little more forcefully. She realised she'd started to pant and was getting in quite turned on by it all. This finger's just not going to cut it, she thought, as her torso slid back and forth on the sill. She retrieved her finger and quickly reached up to the window, still covering her breasts with her other arm. "No thanks," she hollered to the young fellow beneath, heaving at the window at the same time and slamming it shut. Where she'd put her vibrator the last time she'd used it flashed through her mind as she leant back, allowing the drape of muslin to fall back into its original position. She hurriedly remembered kicking it under the bed (her niece stayed over last week and had walked into the bedroom the morning after a night of 'going solo'). She spun herself around with the nimbleness of a ballerina and was about to head for the bed. Her heart almost stopped beating and she felt as if her legs had somehow turned to jelly. She was sure she'd just seen the back-end of a figure disappear past the doorway. The noises she'd heard earlier suddenly started to make sense. Oh my God, there's somebody in the house, she thought, as her left hand shot up to her chest and her right reached out for something that wasn't there to steady herself on. She felt like her sight had just been compromised to tunnel-vision status as a thousand different thoughts flashed through her mind, coming to rest on the one that said to her ' he's gone past the doorway and is probably making his exit now'. The feeling started to come back to her legs and, breathing shallowly, she stepped hesitantly to the doorway. She placed a hand either side of the painted frame as if it were an aeroplane door and she was about to jump. She didn't hear anything and slowly poked her head out into the corridor looking in the direction she'd seen the figure going - to the stairs. She unexpectedly got that eerie feeling you get when someone's looking at you from behind, but had suddenly become too frightened to look. She swallowed some saliva which could have been mistaken for liquid courage because she slowly began to turn her head. "Jon!" a voice bellowed. Jennifer nearly fell to the floor but a pair of hands grappling her kept her up. Her fear had taken all her strength but she fought nonetheless. Amidst the flurry of hands, slaps and grapples she could hear someone bounding up the stairs. Another pair of hands hurriedly wrestled her. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker as an urge to beg them not to hurt her developed. Seconds later she was on the bed with the one figure straddling her waist and holding her arms down above her head, whilst the other ransacked the draws of the bedroom furniture. "Hurry up for fuck's sake," the one sat over her shouted. Jennifer felt something being wrapped around her wrist followed by a tugging sensation and then a tightening of whatever it was around her wrist. Then it happened to the other one. Jennifer had been bound to the bedposts by her husband's ties. The figure over her slowly climbed off. "That should buy us some time," the one that had tethered her said. "Let's get the fuck out of here," the other said, before they both galloped off. As she heard them crashing down the stairs Jennifer burst into tears, tugging at her bindings. A few minutes passed and the sobbing had, more or less, subsided, other than the occasional quiver of her chin and the odd tremble of her lips. She soon started to realise it could have been much, much worse, which helped calm her a little and make her think how lucky she was if indeed such an event as this could ever be deemed as 'lucky'. Christ, they must have only been seventeen, eighteen at the most, she thought, as she began testing the effectiveness of the youth's rope-work with a little more vigour now. Several hard tugs followed by a long, hard pull told her it was good. "Help," she shouted, feebly at first. Knowing Andrew wasn't due back until Wednesday (it was Monday) helped to make her cries for assistance quickly become a little more vociferous. "Somebody, please help meeeeee," she screamed. She'd listen for a minute, for the sound of arriving assistance, before screaming out again. She screamed, and screamed, and screamed; no-one came to her rescue. Her voice rapidly became hoarse with the efforts and the effects of post traumatic stress set in, making her feel as if she'd just taken a handful of sleeping pills. She sensed something hot on her left breast, like someone's breath. Something warm and wet suddenly dragged itself over her nipple. Her eyelids fluttered a little and she could just about make out the blurred image of a man, standing at her side but leant over her. Her tired eyes strained to focus. It wasn't a man; it was the next-door neighbour's son, James – she was sure. The warm, wet feeling returned, but over her other nipple now. She tried to move but her wrists strained against the silk bindings, and she now felt the fingertips of a hand on her shin, slowly travelling upwards. She wasn't scared, though; she was relieved to see a friendly face, even if they were to be misbehaving and was aged only eighteen years. As the touch of his fingers passed her knee and stroked upwards of her thigh, the feel of it caused a trembling in her lower back that shivered its way upwards to the base of her skull. She closed her eyes as if sleeping; it was so soothing to experience a touch so tender after the fright she'd had – mmm..., she thought, as she lost herself in the moment and imagined herself to be floating along with the clouds on a summer's day. The fingertips crept up higher, and higher still. As they reached the crease separating the thigh from the crotch she couldn't help but gently lift her pelvis from the soft duvet below; a cool gush of air ravaged her warm buttocks. She could feel herself about to gasp but the hand abruptly shot back downwards for another run – he was teasing himself. The wet warm thing over her nipple dragged across her chest and came back to the other; it was his tongue, licking at her, bending her nipple back and forth. She couldn't believe what was happening; how she was led there helpless and vulnerable and all this young man could do was to take advantage of her compromising position and help himself – it gave her a prickling sensation between her legs. The hand headed upwards again, quicker this time; it was making the hair on the back of Jennifer's neck stand on end. James had to resist the temptation to just grab at the almost bare mound and squeeze the moisture from its pouting, wet lips. She felt her left nipple being sucked into his mouth as his hand approached her crease again; this time it brushed over her pussy lips and slid down the inside of her other thigh. She secretly pulled against the silk bonds, exciting in her vulnerability. Her mouth opened this time as the hand rose up towards her crotch where it passed the crease, brushed her lips, but stayed there this time, fiddling. How dare you touch me there? she thought, as she forced a chest-full of air out over closed teeth. Jennifer inched her legs apart, still 'sleeping'. She felt a finger amateurishly poking between her lips, but with a crafty shift of her pelvis it slotted home. She momentarily stiffened, as did James, only not momentarily. She felt his face instantly lift from her breast, making a slurping noise as her nipple popped out from his mouth. She half-opened her eyes to see him looking down at the finger that was now sliding rhythmically, in and out of her. She quickly closed them as he turned back to look at her, continuing with his finger. His mind raced with the thoughts of what he could do to her. She could feel him moving now, although he hadn't taken his finger out; it was still fucking her. She heard the sound of a zip coming down. James whipped his cock out and started to wank, trying hard to hold it near her face whilst at the same time trying hard to reach down with his other hand and continue the finger-fucking he was giving his new-found play-thing. He stared hard at her pretty, sleeping face, wondering if he could aim his cum accurately enough to land all over lips. She could hear the flapping of his foreskin as it covered and uncovered his tip whilst the scent of him forced her to sneak a lick of her lips. It all abruptly stopped and she felt him climbing between her legs. Jennifer felt a little disappointed at James for not having exploited her fully by ruthlessly stuffing his meat into her defenceless mouth. The disappointment soon vanished, though, as she felt the pressure from his fingertips squeezing down on either side of her engorged and tender pussy, gently pulling it open. His breath on her innards forced her to inhale long and slow. She couldn't resist a quick peep. He was led between her legs with his lower half disappearing down the bottom of the bed, and was propped up on his elbows looking intently at the inner workings of what men desire most – probably in awe at how something so visibly unattractive and seemingly innocent, can wreak such havoc throughout society, she thought. She could feel his fingers pulling her about, probing her like an investigative biologist at a bound, newly-discovered species. Her vulnerability almost made her orgasm right there and then. She quickly closed her eyes again as she watched his head lift; James wanted to see her sweet face again. Then a second or so later the warm, wet thing she felt earlier, pressed into her open mound, invading it like a terrier at a rabbit hole. She peeped again, seeing only the jet-black hair of his head this time, and feeling his elbows pressing into her inner thighs, forcing an increase in the space within which he had to work. She strained at her ties again and a groan escaped from her mouth. He hadn't heard it, though; he was too busy licking at her like a starving frog in a nest of flies. Jennifer was just getting into her stride, quietly impressed by the youngster's tongue when it came to an unexpected halt. Her teeth ground together as she felt him get up from the bed. She didn't dare open her eyes yet; she didn't know where he was or what he was looking at, so she just led there, still and exposed, and loving every second of it. She sensed he was somewhere to her left; a sensation that was confirmed when she felt his hand on her chin. She felt his lips press up against hers but she didn't respond. He pulled away from her and with the hand on her chin, opened her mouth. Something wet and bulbous poked at her lips – she recognised the taste; it was a cock. You really are taking advantage aren't you, poking your hard cock in my mouth while I'm strapped to the bed helpless, she thought, fighting the urge to lick at it. He pulled it away and she could feel his hand on hers, at the bedpost; he wrapped her womanly fingers around his cock and started to masturbate, using Jennifer's hand. He looked down at her beautiful, peacefully sleeping face, and then down to the unprotected folds of wet, bare flesh that he'd just been licking at. She could feel his cock swelling and getting harder as her hand was made to slide up and down his young and inexperienced shaft. He's making me do it, he's making me hold his cock, the fucker; let me go, please! Don't do this to me, I'm a good woman, she said, but only in her mind. She worried that she may be telepathic as he released his grip and Jennifer, just in the nick of time, relaxed hers, leaving her hand to flop down on the pillow as far as the tie that bound it would allow. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation of James' cock filling it. She felt his weight move onto the bed beside her, and then over her; he'd straddled her around the waist. His weight suddenly lifted and she could feel something clumsily poking at her nipple. Through partially opened eyes she could see his still clothed torso going up towards the headboard with his hips placed at her chest; he was supporting his weight mainly on his feet with his hands helping at the headboard, like in a push-up position. She saw a fresh, pink- coloured cock tip, foreskin peeled back, prodding her breast, mainly around the nipple area. What're you doing to me? Stop it at once! she thought to herself, enjoying the thought of being 'violated' by his wicked wand. He could stick his cock anywhere and there's not a damned thing I could do about it, I'm completely at his mercy, she enthused in the privacy of her own mind, hoping he would show her no mercy and give it to her no-holds-barred. He started to wriggle his way up her body. Knowing he couldn't see her face Jennifer opened her eyes fully, to watch his erection slide up her breast bone and then callously poke about her face. Knowing he was going to do exactly as he wished with her, whether she liked it or not, caused her stubbled mound to engorge further and visibly redden now; the feeling forcing her to sneak a fervent lick at his shaft as it rubbed over her face before she played the 'sleeper' again. James slipped his hand down to the base of his penis and aimed it out perpendicular to his body – he had to; it was so hard it was almost stuck to his belly. He did his best, what with only supporting himself with one hand now, to get a view of his cock as he slipped its tip into Jennifer's half opened mouth. Jennifer couldn't resist tickling the eye of it with her tongue as he held it there on her lips. After a little shuffling and happy he'd gotten himself the best view possible, he slowly pressed his pelvis forward and forced Jennifer's mouth wide open. He exhaled with a growl as he buried his bone all the way to its base, into Jennifer. Do with me what you will, you wont get me to talk, Jennifer fantasised, as she pulled on the ties again. She knew he was hard as could be because his cock had tried so desperately to be vertical it had scraped all along the roof of her mouth as it entered, and as it resisted going downwards at the back of her throat it even hurt a little. Jennifer's pussy oozed. James had gripped the headboard with both hands again now and had started to fuck, with some speed, at Jennifer's helpless mouth. What can I do? I can't stop him, can I? she asked herself as he pitilessly used her. She wished there was someone else there to 'use' her pussy too, while James dishonoured himself at her mouth. He brutally fucked her mouth for about a minute before deciding enough was enough; it was time to make his violation complete through penetrating her unknowing body. He retreated out of her mouth, groaning as he did so, and rolled off to her right. He sat next to her for a moment, intently rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Who's the daddy? he thought to himself, experiencing a feeling of complete domination over her. She felt as if there was a gaping hole between her legs fiercely itching to be filled, and if she wasn't tied down she would have grabbed the vibrator from under the bed and rammed it home, hard, to vanquish the devilish itch that had now completely taken over her mind and body. James clambered over her and nestled, on his knees but upright, between her open legs, savouring the sense of absolute power over the naked woman led out before him like an offering to some type of superior being. Such a beautiful woman, he thought, lord-like in his demeanour and quietly masturbating. Look at her, naked and powerless. Am I going to release her? Am I fuck, I'm gonna fuck her cunt, that's what I'm gonna do, he continued as he flung himself over her body, kissing madly at her exposed nipples and shamelessly fucking at her cunt with his fingers as if in some sort of gesture of complete ownership of her. With his sense of ownership undoubtedly established in his mind, he tenderly led his body over hers and gently rubbed up against her. Jennifer felt his young length digging into the bare, swollen flesh between her legs. Just slip it in... slip it fucking in, she thought as her 'itch' became intolerable. She started to grind her teeth in an effort to cope. She felt James' weight lift from her torso. She felt the knuckles of his right hand kneading her pubic area. He's going to put it in me, he's going to stick his fucking cock in me, God no, Jennifer fantasised again. As her crack at last began to break open under the pressure of James' end it sent a series of impulses, like shock-waves from an earthquake with her mound being the epicentre, throughout her body. As the first wave passed she dared to peep. James' hands were splayed either side of her torso now, just below her arm-pits, and was holding himself up so that he could see his cock poking into Jennifer's defenceless pussy. She closed her eyes again as he began to move. James let the weight of his body force penetration. The feel of her warm, wet flesh slowly enveloping his shaft as he dropped into her, started to create a light-headed sensation. "Ahhh," he cried as his head flung back and his cock dug in. His cock planted deep underground and caused another quake; Jennifer struggled to remain limp as its effects tore through her. James repeated the motion again and again. The third invasion forced a sort of strained gurgling sound from James and he quickly retreated clear of the flesh that bestowed such pleasure on him, or his cock to be exact. He sat himself upright on his knees, squeezing the base of his cock, tightly. A powerful longing sensation returned to the gap between Jennifer's legs; it was torture. She prayed that something would fill her quickly before the feeling killed her. James removed himself from the bed and a deluge of horror swept over Jennifer. You can't leave me like this, no, you can't, nooooooo, she thought, her facial features twitching. She felt his hands on her right hand, and she felt the silk of the tie slide softly from around her wrist. What's he doing? Jennifer thought, a panic quickly mounting. She felt the same at her other wrist, then nothing. She considered opening her eyes but then decided to give it a minute; her thoughts were fixated on the vibrator beneath the bed. Jennifer's Obsession: Justice There was an abrupt grab at her ankles and she felt herself being dragged down the bed; she came to a stop as her firm buttocks balanced precariously on the edge, almost slipping off. She felt his hands at her hips; they pressed hard into her. Her inanimate body got rolled over, roughly, onto her front. His one hand was trapped beneath and as he dragged it out, he detoured to her rough patch and savagely finger-fucked her for a few seconds; it made for a fleeting respite from her torture. She felt the palms of his hands press onto the lower regions of the inside of her thighs now and she was snatched apart, her knees burned a little from the friction, causing her inhale sharply. James was already on his knees but crouched down lower still, inspecting her pussy from a rear angle. He placed his fingers up to her lips, separated them, and smiled to himself; his cock twitched as a result. Jennifer lay limp, yearning for something hard to be fucked into her. James straightened himself up at the bottom of the bed. He took a hold of Jennifer's hand left hand with his left and placed it firmly around his cock, holding it there. He placed his right hand between Jennifer's legs, cupping her pussy with it. He got a finger into her and started up that savage finger movement again whilst at the same time caressing his cock with Jennifer's hand. He was relishing the view of his thoroughly submissive woman as he brazenly defiled her. Jennifer thumped back and forth under the impact of James' hand savagery, and was experiencing some much-needed relief. You dirty fucking bastard, she thought, exciting herself as he treated her like a piece of meat. She could hear him starting to breathe out hard through gritted teeth. James concentrated on Jennifer's flaccid body thumping back and forth under his direction. "Fuck," he muttered to himself. He cast Jennifer's hand down from his cock, whipped his hand out from between her legs, and leapt behind her with the rapidity of a cobra strike. He slapped his hands down onto her backside and the moment they made contact he slid them onto her hips, before removing one of them to guide his cock in. Jennifer could sense his haste with the way she was being handled. He felt a little resistance, re-aimed, and pressed forward. He slowly slipped into her, pulling ever-harder on her hips the deeper he got. By the time he was all the way in, Jennifer thought the flesh of her hips might just peel away. He leaned over her and gripped Jennifer by her shoulders. As his hands squeezed tight Jennifer's body quivered. Happy with his grip, James retreated. All was still, like the runners under starter's orders at a hundred metre sprint. Then BANG, James was off. He hammered into her, out of her, pulled on her, heaved, thrust, rammed, fucked; he was right out front and quickening still. Jennifer was thrown about like a doll as he raced in and out, and in and out of her some more. His one hand jumped from her shoulder and onto her hair; he tugged at it like a horse-rider to his reign while his other jumped onto her bare buttocks and slapped at them as if he were geeing his horse on. He rode his mare faster still, and the limper Jennifer made herself the better it became. She'd let herself go so much now the only thing stopping her from dropping into a heap at the bottom of the bed was the fierce impact and speed with which James' cock was ramming into her. Her closed mouth failed to stop several whimpers of satisfaction escaping. James' started that gurgling sound again, but this time louder. He slapped his hands back onto Jennifer's hips, pulling her onto himself. Jennifer's limp muscles began to twitch uncontrollably as if she'd applied a voltage across her body, and the gates were now open to the whimpers which had now become ones of delight rather than satisfaction. James' gurgling continued as did the relentless pace he was fucking her with, and Jennifer's body suffered further from the increasing voltage that was surging all through her like the blood in her veins. James exhaled loudly as he arched over her, his thrusts now mere, erratic twitches. Jennifer didn't have to try anymore at being limp; she had no choice as the after-effects of her orgasm paralysed her. Seconds later James withdrew from her and she started to slide onto her knees in a crumpled heap. He took a hold of her under the arm-pits and heaved her back up, onto the bed and face-down. She was breathing long, slow, and deep, but was aware enough to feel his hands stroking at her buttocks, almost as if he worshipped them. There was a quick peck at her right buttock and the stroking stopped. Jennifer's awareness began to fade in time with the sound of James' footsteps leaving the house. Jennifer awoke the next day wrapped up in the flowery duvet, with the ending of the previous day blurredly evading her attempts to recollect. She suddenly shot upright and leapt out of bed, nakedly scouring the house for missing items; as far as she could tell there wasn't anything missing, although the shower wasn't running and she was sure she'd left it that way. As she returned to the bedroom and put on her gown, the vague recollection of having got fucked by young James from next door presented itself to her. Did I? she asked herself, preparing to feel ashamed of herself if she had. She thought hard as she tied the belt of her gown around her waist. Christ, I don't even know whether I'm fucking someone now or not; I've got to get help, she thought, biting at her nails before heading downstairs to make a strong mug of coffee. Sat on the sofa, she leaned across the coffee table, sipping thirstily from her mug whilst flicking through the directory. She squeezed her hand down the side of the sofa and retrieved a pen. She placed her mug of coffee down and, using the pen, circled a telephone number. She took a deep breath, got to her feet, and carried the directory over to the phone that sat on the period set of drawers that stood against the back wall of the living-room. She made the necessary call and began to feel better already for having done so, before getting on with the day. It was a bright and sunny, Thursday morning; it was one of those spring days that told you summer wasn't that far away even though it was still only April. Jennifer had rescheduled her appointments for that day to leave it clear; she wasn't sure how it was going to work out so erred on the side of caution. To be honest, she was feeling quite apprehensive about today; was she going to be told she was mad and end up certified? was just one of her reasons for being apprehensive. Nonetheless, she knew she had to speak to someone, apprehensive or not - she'd become so obsessed with sex she was either having it wherever and whenever she could, and when she wasn't doing that she was imagining having it, or at least she thought she was. It was eleven o'clock and Jennifer was sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor, of a Dr. A. Thomas' clinic; he was a psychiatrist. At about two minutes past eleven, Jennifer jumped to her feet and pattered towards the exit. "Mrs Bloom, go through now, the doctor's ready to see you," a bitter-looking old lady hissed as if it was too much trouble to be telling her so, even though it was part her job to do so. Jennifer stopped and did an about turn. She stood motionless for a moment and was sucking her teeth, before doing another about turn and pattered towards the exit again. "Just send me the bill for today, I've changed my mind," she ordered as she went. "Jennifer, my room's this way," a strangely familiar voice said. She stopped and looked over her shoulder... XXX * Next week – The Good Doctor © 2004 Kayleigh Combstock