Taxi To Torture

TWO The bedroom door was open, and the footsteps were coming down the hall. I made a quick dive for my clothes; but I had no more than picked up my pants before a man came into the room. I only hoped he didn't have a gun. But he didn't look very dangerous. He was an old man, very frail-looking, with sparse white hair and rimless eyeglasses. he wore a three-piece suit. He peered around the room at the three of us, all naked--his wife tied to the bed, Jessica kneeling on the floor, me stupidly holding my jeans in front of my crotch. he was scowling, but he didn't seem at all shocked or even particularly surprised. "At it again, you slut?" he said to his wife. His voice was high, but sounded stronger than the rest of him. "Yes, Bernard," she answered coolly. "Jessica is punishing me for losing my panties in Mr. Wulf's taxi. This is Mr. Wulf." She nodded in my direction. "A most extraordinary young man. He has succeeded in dominating Jessica, and was just about to make love to me when you came in." "You're a whore, Emma," the man said. It was the first time I had heard Mrs. Harris' first name. Then he turned to the maid. "Jessica, I've had a hard day. Come and piss on me." "Yes, sir," Jessica said. She rose and followed him out of the room, closing the door behind them. "Alone at last," the lady said, in the same dry, mocking tone she had used in the taxi. My head was swimming. I was feeling a lot of things at once. I had just had the shit scared out of me; my mind was being blown over this whole scene, which kept ketting weirder; I was still worried about losing my job; and I was pissed off because I felt I was being played with, without being able to do much about it. And one other thing. My dick was harder than ever. So I dropped my jeans and went back to the bed. As I looked down at the half-teasing, half-mocking smile and the pampered, tied-down body, I felt my lust and anger blot out the other emotions. I wanted to wipe that smile from her face, and I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. I got up on the bed and straddled her again, but I didn't sit on her this time. Instead, I lowered my crotch toward her face. Her mouth opened for my cock, but I wasn't after her mouth now. Guiding my prick with my hand, I rubbed it over her face. I don't know why, but it made me feel good to push my rod into he elegant countenance. I slid it over her eyes, along her nose, rubbed it around her mouth. It left a thin, slimy trail of moisture behind it, and I liked that too. When I finished with her face, I went lower, rubbing her neck with it, then her upper chest, until I got to her breasts. I moved the rigid tool over their entire surfaces, poked with it at her nipples, slid it underneath the lower slopes of the shapely mounds and into the shallow valley between them. Then lower, sliding myself back and forth over her flat stomach, her waist--and then down over one softly curving thigh, my cock tingling as it slipped and slid along the smooth inner flesh, and up the other one. She hadn't made any protest; in fact, she was breathing hard, so I figured what I was doing was turning her on. But I didn't care about her any more--I just was bursting to take her. I was right in position now. The outer lips of her cunt were pulled open by her widespread legs. I guided my cock between them. She was moist and ready. I thrust hard, sliding into her all the way up. She gave an animal-like cry and I swear I felt her vagina contract around me. Her hips began to move. Though her body was stretched taut by her bound arms and legs, she still seemed to have plenty of play in her torso. She used it too, swiveling and squirming and pumping away, while she moaned and panted and made deep wordless noises in her throat. I did my share of pumping too, but I wasn't in any hurry about it. I lay down flat on top of her, stretching my legs along hers, just wallowing in her body and in her limited but frantic movements. Her breasts were like little squirming animals under my chest. She turned her head, her mouth searching for mine, but I avoided it and instead sunk my teeth onto her earlobe. She cried out again. "Fuck, you bitch," I whispered harshly into her ear. "Yes!" she whimpered, moving harder. "Oh yes!" This urge to degrade her was still pushing at me. Why? Because she had acted so snobbishly? Because she was rich? Because she seemed to revel in it? I didn't know, but I couldn't help it. "You're a whore," I breathed as I thrust at her. "Just like your husband said." "Yes," she panted. "A whore." "You dirty slut. I'm fucking the shit out of you." "Oh yes. Yes! Do it. Yes!" she babbled. We were both getting carried away now, lunging at each other and panting hard. I raised up on my elbows to get better leverage and looked down into her face as I rammed into her as hard and as deep as I could. She wasn't smiling now; her face was twisted with passion, her mouth wide and gaping. Her head rolled from side to side, and her arms strained involuntarily against the ropes binding her wrists. Breathless noises tumbled from her throat, and soon she was babbling again, her words semi-coherent and interspersed with groans and cries. "Oh god!" she wailed. "Oh give me, yes, oh do that, oh Jesus Christ....Yes, harder, yes, kill me....Fuck me, ah, fucking me with your cock....Ohhh...Ahh...Oh I can't...oh yes...AAHH!...So good....I...I love...it....More! More! More!!...Jesus, oh god, oh Jesus, I'm going to...Screw me! Yes!!...I'm....Oh please... More....Give it to me....Fast, oh fast, oh, lord...It's...I'm.... I'm going to...come!...Going to come!...Yes! Yes, now....Now!... Now!!...AAAHH!...AAAAHHH!!...AAAIIIEEEE!!!!" And she came like an earthquake, her body jerking and bouncing so hard I thought she was going to bust the ropes. I was right on the verge also, but I held out through her climax, and then had a sudden urge to do something I'd never done before. As I felt myself about to shoot, I pulled quickly out of her, raised myself up, and spurted my sperm directly onto her heaving, quivering breasts. She was lying with her eyes closed, panting exhaustedly, and except for a soft moan when my come hit her, showed no sign of being aware of anything. But I again felt a strange satisfaction from seeing the ropy strands of gism lying across her proud tits. I even had an impulse to rub the stuff into that flawless skin, but I was too worn out now to do anything but collapse beside her. As I did so, I was startled to hear the sound of someone clapping. I looked up and saw Jessica and old Mr. Harris standing in the doorway. I had never even heard them come in. Jessica was stlll naked, and Harris was wearing a bathrobe. He looked like he had just taken a shower. He was the one who was clapping. "Bravo!" he said, but I didn't like the way he said it. "It's good to see the randy slut get fucked silly. I congratulate you, Mr....Wulf, is it? Emma seems to have picked a winner this time. Usually her taste is deplorable. Once she gets the scent of cock in her nostrils there's not telling what she'll come up with. But you've given the bitch just what she needs. And Jessica too! Congratulations again." Jessica turned to him and slapped him across the face. "Shut up!" she said sharply. Harris' tone softened. "Of course, my dear. No offense." He turned back to me. "Well, young man, what's next?" I was sick and tired of this whole buggy scene. I got up and headed for my clothes. "Next I'm getting out of here," I said. "Don't go," Jessica said. But when I looked at her she added: "Please." "Thanks for everything," I said, pulling on my pants. "But I've had it. As it is, I've probably lost my job." "Oh?" Harris said. "Why is that?" "I just started driving a cab today, and here I've left it alone most of the afternoon." I was buttoning my shirt and stepping into my shoes at the same time. "Even if it isn't stolen, there'll be nothing on the meter for all this time. I don't think my boss is going to like it." Now Emma spoke from the bed. "I think we can help you with your boss. Can't we, Jessica?" "Why not?" the blonde said. "Just tell him what you've been doing, and tell him if he doesn't make trouble for you, you'll give him our address." I stared at her, though I shouldn't have been surprised any more at anything about this crew. "But can I? Give it to him?" "Of course," Emma said. "Anything for a friend. He might even be fun." "I have a better idea," Harris said. He began to whisper in Jessica's ear. A slow smile spread over her face. "Very good," she said softly. "The cunt would probably love it. But perhaps we should keep that idea for a while. I think Mr. Wulf has been shocked enough by us for one day." "Nonsense," Harris said, and I thought Jessica was going to slap him again. But he went on to me: "You work out of a garage, I assume?" "That's right." "Big place, drivers coming in and out all day long, waiting around, along with others--dispatchers, mechanics, supervisors--mostly men?" "Right." "Excellent," he said. "Wouldn't those men like to have something to amuse themselves with? Something other than the usual card games and so on--to pass the time?" "You mean--" "I mean my wife," Harris said. "I would like to have Emma spend a day in that place. Tied down, as she is now--on the floor, if necessary. All day long. Available to all those men, dozens of men, one after another. Taking her again and again, with no rest and no mercy. Man after man after man. All day long." A sound came from the lady on the bed. It could have been a sound of protest, or apprehension, or horror. But I didn't think it was any of those things. "Oh," she whimpered softly. "Oh god. Oh." "Would you like that, Emma?" Harris asked. "Oh. Oh Jesus." She was writhing slightly. "I told you the whore would adore it," Jessica sneered. "Look at her. She's turned on again already. Get over there," she said to the old man. "I want you to do to her what I just did to you." Harris smiled. The two of them slowly approached the spread-eagled Emma, who had begun to moan. They weren't paying attention to me now, and I knew now was the time to split. And yet part of me wanted to stay and watch. For once I made a wise decision, and got the hell out of there.