Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"No, I can't – I won't say that," Nadalee refused with obvious difficulty, pitting all of her remaining strength against the prodding of his vulgar words. God, though, their very lewdness aroused her even more than she already was, she confessed to herself, calling upon all her reserves of willpower to defy this seemingly final subjugation.

"Of course you can, my dear, if you think of how simple it would be, how grand it would feel," George coaxed, an almost sarcastic quality now in his voice. "All you've got to do is just say it – just say, 'Please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to fuck me…' – and then you'll feel fine."

"No, I won't, I won't," she half-shouted, her face quivering involuntarily at the corners of her green eyes as her buttocks still ground impatiently down into the mattress, wrinkling the bedspread in bunched folds. As if on signal, Braun then flicked his tongue out to swirl it tantalizingly around the tip of her erectly throbbing clitoris. "Oooooohhh, oooooohhh!"

"Do you want me to tell him to stop what he's doing?" the towering millionaire taunted.

"Nooo, oh nooo… Please don't make him stop!"

"Well then, say it – say exactly what I told you," George rasped cruelly. "Say it!"

"I… I… want him to do it to me," she finally relented, the last shreds of her dignity beginning to drain away from her lust-consumed soul.

"No, Nadalee, Braun can't understand what you want when you say it that way," George baited. "You'll have to say exactly the right words if you want him to slide that beautiful big cock of his up into your belly."

God, she despised even the idea of succumbing to her licentious employer and giving him that satisfaction… He was a sick sadistic deviate…! And yet there was nothing else she could possibly do, Nadalee realized in desperation, nothing else that would rid her of the hot fiery ball of animal lust blazing in the pit of her stomach… Yes, it was true, horribly true! She yearned to have it in her! Her vagina prickled and ached for it!

"Oh Lord," she moaned in final surrender, shrieking then, "I want his cock in me! Please, oh please, Mr. Blackwell, tell Braun to put his cock in my cunt and fuck me!"

"That's better now," George cackled, a beaming smile of victory and self-congratulation lighting up his face. "I suppose you've noticed the size of the dummy's cock, my dear, so I know you'll take my advice to spread your legs real wide… simply to make everything a little easier."

Trembling, half in fear and half in anticipation, Nadalee spread her thighs wider apart as she watched the now voraciously greedy Braun lift his face from between her naked cuntal lips and shift himself into position, his nostrils flaring wide and more of the disgusting drool dripping from his chin from the overwhelming anxiety he felt. Oh, forgive me, forgive me, she repeated over and over to herself, the thought of Newton suddenly flashing across her brain, drenching her with shame and guilt as though someone had poured a big cauldron of burning hot liquid over her and scalded the very core of her being.

"Go ahead and fuck her, stupid! Or didn't you hear the poor girl begging for it a moment ago?" George asked contemptuously, a one-cornered grin of fiendish amusement lifting his mouth as he watched an expression of grateful relief come over Braun's freakishly ugly face. The moronic servant did not have to be told twice and yet he paused for a moment to gaze down pruriently at the narrow glistening slit of her pussy pulsing in vitiation, the wet moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing outward against hers. Then he levered up over her, his arms stiff and his hands resting heavily on her slim shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the monstrous, throbbing cock in his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to one side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged flanges of her moist pussy. She lay still in complete subjugation before him, not even daring to breathe for what seemed an eternity of seconds.

"Oooooh, pleeease," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight cringing entrance of her vagina. She remembered then her earlier fear of the abnormal size of the penis when she had first seen it from the open doorway awhile ago. Surely it would split her up the middle! It might even kill her!

The half-wit pushed a little.

"Aaaaaaaggghh!" she screamed as the huge tip popped just inside the lips, cruelly stretching the tight elastic opening until Nadalee was certain that she was being ripped wide open from the agonizing outward force of the pressure.

"Nooo, stop, stop! It's too big! Ooooooh!" She was suddenly shrieking at the top of her lungs, causing the slobbering dullard to turn his head in confusion toward his employer.

"Don't worry, dummy, she'll get used to it in a minute," George Blackwell assured the puzzled servant. The wealthy man's eyes glittered evilly and there was a cruel sadistic grin on his face. He was actually enjoying the young girl's suffering beneath the cruelty of Braun's slow, relentless penetration of her almost virginal pussy.

Suddenly, the look of perplexity on Braun's face faded and was replaced by a tense expression of sheer raw lust. He could no longer stand it, watching this helpless beautiful girl spread-eagled under him with the head of his immense blood-swollen shaft disappearing into the hair of her cunt.

Jesus, he had to do something! He had to fuck her right now!

He shoved again, harder this time, and she felt the widely stretched lips around her throbbing vagina expanding more. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the cruel hard pressure. The pain was excruciating and she struggled reflexively, emitting a pitiful cry of anguish from deep in her throat, but he ignored it, feeling only the delectable sensation of warmth and wetness inside the entrance of her vaginal passage. But even that was not enough, not nearly enough to fulfill his urgent animal desire to push himself as far inside her as possible.

He crashed forward, his full weight smashing her large proud breasts tightly back against her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time, sliding his long thick cock into her passageway like a rampaging bulldozer and pushing the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls before it in rippling waves. There was no stopping it until with a loud smacking sound his balls whacked heavily against the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.

"Oooohhh, aaauuuuuuggghhh!" she screamed louder than ever, the pathetic piercing wail seeming to come from her very soul… almost as if it had been stored there for precisely this moment of unbearable agony. Braun's fantastic lust-inflated cock was buried in her all the way up to the hilt and there was not even the tiniest ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel distinctly as its hugeness pulsed within her, pressuring outward against the soft sensitive walls of her pussy. Painfully enclosed in the moist warm sheath like the trunk of a sapling that had been greased and driven heartlessly into her belly, the bald moron's penis made her feel as though the merciless invasion had ripped her tender vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. The cruel sudden impalement had left her helpless, every part of her insides filled now more than anything had ever filled her before in her life.

She lay pinned beneath him on the bed, his hideous repulsive face directly over hers. Nadalee was afraid to move a muscle for fear of the pain that it would surely bring but she knew that he was not even aware of her suffering now or of the possibility of injuring her… Only one thing mattered to him now – the simple fact that at last he had his prick wedged up inside of this exciting, beautiful young girl who had been driving him crazy with desire ever since she and her good-looking husband had arrived to work here at Quail Lake. What was best of all, he had even heard her beg Mr. Blackwell and say, "Please… tell Braun to fuck me!" Okay, the dimwit decided slowly, he would fuck her, better than her husband or anybody could, but he wanted to get back at her first… for treating him like he was too dumb to know what his cock was for… and for always making him crazy because she was so pretty and soft and innocent-looking… He remembered with anger how his knees always started to shake every time he happened to see the redhead working somewhere in the house… and how she seemed to always snub him, her big round green eyes staring through him as if he did not even exist… And shit, the way her ass rocked and rolled to tease him when she walked across a room… even though she had no idea anyone was watching… was enough to make him so hot that he had to walk around with a hard-on for the rest of the day, just remembering…