Eugene Edwards: Overeager secretary

Cassandra felt it, too, and wondered if we would catch a bus back to town.

"I don't think they have any buses up here," I told her.

"Maybe we can walk back?"

"Not me! I ain't gonna walk out there in the darkness! Maybe a bear'll get us. Or something worse!"

I didn't mean to frighten her, but I was scared, too.

It's a funny thing how the human mind works. Here we were in the midst of a beautiful countryside, where rich people paid handsome prices to brag about a hunk of an acre, and we were already scared out of our wits. Sam Brodie hadn't done one thing to make us nervous this way, and it was just our imagination that was creeping up on us. Maybe those other girls at the office told tales about Sam just from the same reason, that they were afraid of the dark?

That's what I told Cassandra, and she hoped I knew what I was talking about, but we were wrong.

Sam made his move as soon as it was black outside. He came into the cabin and stared at us for a minute with those brutal eyes, then asked a simple question.

"Which one of you gets it first?"

It sounded like we were being led to the slaughter, and my curiosity about his serpentine cock vanished.

"You can have Cassandra first!" I almost squealed.

She looked at me with a helpless gaze, and she seemed to melt when Sam stared at her.

"Okay, honey, take 'em off."

Sam gestured at her clothes, and Cassandra started to tremble.

"I think I wanta go home," she whispered as she held an arm across her breast.

"Now don't get coy on me, you two." Sam's voice was strong and forceful. "We came up here to fuck and you both know it. Get them fuckin' clothes off!"

He made a move at Cassandra but she squealed and started to peel off her clothing. Sam wasn't talking directly at me, but I took the hint. I got naked before Cassandra did, and hoped Sam would get it over with before I died of fright.

"Hmmmmmmm! Not too bad!" Sam stroked his chin as he stared at Cassandra's naked body. "Your tits are a bit too big, and you've got too many hairs on your cunt, but I think you'll do."

He acted like he was selecting a steak for dinner and I felt goosebumps on my skin when he turned to me.

"Now that's a little better!" he nodded approval as he stared at my naked cunt. "I could shave those hairs and you'd look like a ten-year-old! You've got perfect tits too, Martha. How old did you say you are?"

"Cassandra's a better lay than me!" I blurted, wishing I was back on forty-second street.

"Fuck that shit. I'll decide who's the best." Sam walked over to a closet and opened the door. "One of you close those drapes on the window."

I went over and pulled them shut, happy to have something to take my mind off my fright for a moment. But when I turned back, I saw the reason for all those stories at the office.

Sam had a whole Goddam room full of sex gadgets. We stared with a sort of fascinated horror as he pulled the stuff out and spread it around the cabin. There were whips and vises, chains and locks, huge dildos and foam rubber cunts, and an assortment of knives and ice picks. I figured right then and there he meant to murder us, or chop us to pieces and gobble up our flesh. I felt so weak I was helpless, while Cassandra stared at the stuff in a sort of horrified fascination.

"Okay ladies, what's your pleasure?" Sam stared at us.

"Whatcha mean!" Cassandra looked like a bird ready to be devoured by a lion.

"Ah, c'mon now," Sam scoffed. "You girls know what the score is or you wouldn't be here. So how d'ya like your sex. A little whipping?" he grabbed a long-thonged whip and smashed it across a chair. Cassandra yelped like she was bit and I almost pissed right there in the middle of the room.

"Geez, Mr. Brodie, I wanta go home!" Cassandra blubbered.

"Fuck that shit!" he dropped the whip and picked up a massive plastic cock. "You two are gonna get fucked, so you might as well enjoy it. One of ya want me to shove this thing up your ass?"

I could feel my bumhole tighten against the threat while a crazy thing happened in my head. In spite of my fright I was gad to be here. This threat of violence echoed something in my own desires until I wondered what it would feel like to have a plastic cock stuck in my anus. Surely some of the other girls at the office had tried just about everything Sam had in his cabin, and I could imagine the screams of pain and tenor while he used their bodies to perform all sorts of crude sex experiments.

"Okay, Martha, let's start with you."

Sam picked up a long chain and came toward me. I figured he was gonna brain me with the thing but instead he told me to stick out my hands.

"Lemme chain you up," he said. "Then we can figure out just what turns you on."

Actually I was about to get turned off. Any moment I was going to pass out. But a strange thing happened. When Sam put those chains around me, it sent shivers of helpless sexual response all through my spine. I felt like the women of old must have felt when they were carried off by rampaging barbarians. And it made me feel more feminine, more conquered than I could imagine.

"You sure are a pretty one," Sam murmured as he stood there staring at my naked body. "I ain't seen tits like yours since I fucked them high school broads. You sure you ain't a virgin?"

I couldn't answer because he put his finger in the lips of my pussy.

I had a quick, violent, fingerfucking orgasm.

Short, instantaneous, like my guts fell out in a glorious spasm of desperate need.

It didn't satisfy me.

All it did was waken my desire for more passion, more response to this male touch.

But Sam was experienced. He knew when to quit so hi sex could last all night.

He left me there with cunt juice running down my legs while he went over tc Cassandra. She seemed rooted to the spot as he approached, and when he picked up that huge plastic dildo, she knew what he had in mind.

"We can't do it!" she squealed. "It's too big! I can't take that thing! Oh, my God, don't do it! Don't do it!"

Sam wasn't very tall, but he was strong. He picked up Cassandra and carried her to the middle of the floor, where he laid her on the rug. She was babbling as he forced her legs apart, and when he started to mess around with her cunt she groaned with sexual glory.

"That's a mighty putty cunt!" Sam groaned as be got close to the hair-covered slit. "All puffed up and ready for fucking."

He touched it and then spread the lips apart to see inside. He must have liked what he saw because he dropped the dildo and got right between her legs with his face. Next moment I heard him slurping at her pussy, licking it like a dog and sucking hard on it, while Cassandra laid there screaming with joy. She was fucking his face with such fury it almost knocked out his teeth, and when she wrapped her legs around his head I thought she was gonna smother him. I guess she would have, too, except like I said he had a lot of experience. Just when she was about to smother-fuck Sam, he took hold of that plastic dildo and rammed it into her asshole.

"Yeeeeeoooooowwwwww!" Cassandra screamed with agony and almost threw Sam across the room. He sat up with a crazy grin on his face and stared while Cassandra tried to pull that giant hunk of pecker out of her ass.

I got out of those chains then. I don't remember quite how I did it, but tenor can do a lot of things to anybody's strength. I'm not sure whether I was heading for the door or whether I was after that dildo for myself, but Sam helped me to decide. He got me real quick, and he smashed me down on the floor next to Cassandra.

"You fuckin' women make me sick!" he cursed as he started to take off his clothes. "You know fuckin' well what the score is and you try to pretend you don't. Well, I've had better than you two, and I'm gonna teach you a thing or two right now!"