Robert Desmond - House of Evil

Braun giggled dementedly as he devoured her partially nude body with his eyes, his hands roaming over her bare back and shoulders. The smooth satiny softness of her skin was interrupted above only by the thin white brassiere that laced across her back, and below, by the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping from the huge throbbing glans of his penis and smearing where it touched her flesh. Then, locking one hand on her shoulder to hold her fast, she felt the fingers of his other hand rummaging behind her, working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without warning, he hooked his fingers under the strap in anxious frustration and yanked harshly at it. Her full resilient young breasts fell free, the cooler air attacking her pinkish-brown nipples and perking them to sudden erection. She gasped as he pulled the torn piece of now useless nylon down over her arms and the two large, firmly rounded mounds came fully into tantalizing view.

Braun wasted no time now and gazed down at his own hands cupping the maddening cloud-like softness of the two naked breasts in both of his hands, squeezing their ripeness until they overflowed from the bony fingers and made her groan with humiliation. Still not satisfied, though, the grotesquely ugly moron proceeded to knead both hard rubbery nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them tightly between them as a lewd grin came over his lips. He saw a wincing expression of pain momentarily replace the embarrassment and sense of degradation on her face, and it evidently amused him. He continued to pinch and knead at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud urgent rebuke from his employer.

"You'd better hurry, dummy, if you want this girl," George threatened, "or I'll take her away and call Newton upstairs to send them back home…"

"I-I want to fuck 'er, Mr. Blackwell… I really want to-to f-fuck 'er," Braun begged in a deranged voice. His eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands dropped along the sides of her quivering body down to the elastic band at the top of her sheer, flimsy panties. Hooking his fingers into the thin nylon with an instinctive confidence, he began to peel them slowly down over the lush curves of her almost still adolescent hips. Trembling in abject horror, Nadalee flinched as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost entirely exposed body. She dared to glance down at the bald surface of Braun's head below her as he jerked the brief panties from her ankles and finally freed them altogether.

She was completely naked now, shamefully bared to the leering eyes of two men and her attractive blonde employer who was standing a few feet behind her husband. She felt her stomach turn as she stifled a deep piercing scream in her throat when the idiot's warm breath blasted on the skin of her smooth flat tummy just above the soft silky triangle of pubic hair. His mouth was a mere three inches away from the triangle, his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply of the sweet, feminine aroma from her cunt, rising and wafting to his nostrils teasingly.

"How's her pussy smell, dummy?" George asked, chortling at the crazed single-minded expression on the retarded servant's face. Jesus, the gigantic wealthy man thought to himself as he stroked his own cock, the girl was even more beautiful than he had ever imagined! He was almost sorry he had decided to wait until tomorrow to indulge himself with her.

"G-good, Mr. Blackwell… s-she's got fresh little c-cunt," Braun answered stutteringly, leaning forward a little to place a wet, slobbering kiss on her soft tummy from his kneeling position. She swayed dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his lips pressing tightly into her nude flesh. The sudden moist contact sent an unexpected chill racing along her spine and she automatically jumped from the electrifying wetness of the pressure, losing her balance completely then and staggering backward toward the empty bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and she sprawled backward to land face up with her arms and legs opening wide as she hit. Braun rose from his kneeling position a little and leaped forward to catch her there as she kicked desperately to close her legs. He dropped his hands at once to the full rounded moons of her buttocks and crawled up further on the bed between her open milk-white thighs, crouching on all fours as his knees pressed outward between her ankles and his face panted a few inches above the hair-covered vee of her naked loins. And then he backed off slightly to run his long pink tongue slowly and wetly over the tender inner flesh of her thighs, causing her to groan in helpless humiliation even though a strangely warm shiver ran over the tattered nerve-ends of her lower body.

Nadalee had geared her mind to fighting off pain and depraved abuse… not the tenderness and hateful tiny sensations of pleasure suddenly, and without warning, beginning to flower inside her. She had not been prepared for this and knew less about resisting it than the physical attack she was certain was all Braun could manage.

The idiot's mouth watered as he gazed down at her body beneath him. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, drooling down to mingle with the juices beginning to ooze from the delicious narrow slit that started at the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down through the snowy soft spheres of her creamy buttocks where they pressed tightly against the bed. Nadalee was almost out of her mind now with sheer confusion as she tried to filter the unwanted pleasurable sensuality from the feelings of horror she sensed as a still basically decent person. Through half-slit eyes, she could see that shadowy form of the bald man crouching between her open legs. Then she felt the flat palms of his sweaty hands pushing outward against the tenderness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was open and vulnerable for the feeble-minded animal to do as he wished and she watched with baited breath as he slowly lowered his head… slowly… slowly… and at last his hot moist lips closed over the soft furry mound at the base of her tummy!

"Noooo, oooohhh!" she moaned, jerking as his face disappeared from her view into the female musk of the fleecy hair… She felt Braun's lips planting wet tickling kisses on the cringing but moist aperture, his tongue flicking out lizard-like, darting into the throbbing opening and pushing up and down between the lips of her vagina. She swallowed deeply as she felt his thumbs fastening on the moist folds, pressuring them further outward, until finally his gaze froze solid, still, locked on the completely open cavern exposed to his view and his heart raced even faster at the sight of the pink fragile inner flesh, glistening wet and tempting.

Lunging forward, he locked his lips on her and blew softly into the naked hole, his long tongue flicking outward and probing into the wetness when he felt her squirm and heard a groan escape involuntarily from the now open lips of her mouth. The ravishing young redhead's elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head was beginning to roll slowly back and forth on the mattress as Braun's hot searing tongue shot out its flicking tip, circling feverishly around the quivering erected clitoris, his lips sucking to draw in the warm soft folds of her cuntal lips deep inside his mouth. His tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her youthful sex and, even though she fought against the sounds as they rose to her throat, she gave forth husky groans of passion. There was no denying that something she had never felt before in her life was happening to her… something that was so different from the harsh blows he had rained on her cheeks a few moments ago that she was at a loss to understand it. The brute was actually sending soft, feather-like sensations warmly and wetly up from her vagina to flood her entire nervous system. She could no longer think but the moron was not hurting her and that was all that mattered at the moment. That, of course, and the fact that she was experiencing a light rising sensation of floating, up, up, above the reality of the situation and the horror of the threat to expose her to Newton that the Blackwells held over her.