Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

The young newlyweds had changed clothes and gone out immediately to sit in some Palma cafe and watch the other tourists. All afternoon Olaf had gloated over his plans for the coming night. He had practically fallen over himself with excessive friendliness when they had returned to the hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. Escorting them personally to their quarters, he had delighted in their surprise at his good service and their ignorance of how he intended to use them.

Olaf, once he had been relieved by the night clerk at nine, headed immediately for the room next to the Bridal Suite. He hurried up to the wall and positioned himself in front of the special viewing spot he had cleverly designed to focus on the bed. There they were! He gasped eagerly as the couple moved quietly around the room in the tender moments just before they would undress and prepare for bed. His heart rose in anticipation as the young man pulled himself close to his beautiful blonde bride while she teased her moistly parted lips over his face.

It will only be a few moments now! Olaf thought. But then the husband's features fell in disappointment when the young girl gently gestured him aside and entered the bathroom. Olaf had cursed silently with sympathetic frustration as Jack sat down on the side of the bed and stared impatiently at the closed bathroom door.

Now Olaf's lust welled up deeper and more insistently than ever as he imagined the perfect curves of Becky Thompson's succulent young body. He congratulated himself on the fact that tonight he would reap a special benefit from the deflowering about to be played out before him. Fritz Schneider had paid Olaf to keep a close detailed watch on the couple. The reasons for Schneider's interest had not been disclosed to the Swede, nor did Olaf feel compelled to ask. Schneider was a clever character and was always up to something lucrative, and Olaf felt lucky to be involved in intrigue with the German. Besides, he had received a sizable lump of cash for his spying efforts.

Olaf rubbed the crotch of his pants, feeling the pulsating ridge of his thickening cock jerk up in arousal as he thought how both he and Jack Thompson were waiting for the same thing.

Now Becky walked out of the bathroom, her flimsy nightgown clinging to her ripe young body and exposing the curved half-moons of her buttocks which undulated provocatively beneath the transparent material. She stood at the mirror like a work of classical sculpture, combing out her long honey-blonde hair with brisk strokes of a brush, then set the brush down on the bureau top. Olaf's eyes moved from the sensuous young curves of her hips up to her voluptuously rounded breasts. They were set close together, and through the thin covering, he could see their tiny pink nipples rising into tantalizing little buds. Damn! Wouldn't he like to get his hands and mouth around those!

"You know, I just can't wait a goddamn minute longer," Thompson's voice broke the momentary silence.

The curvaceous young blonde stood back against the marble-topped bureau. Her eyes flickered down across her husband's leanly muscular body to the obvious bulge of his slacks. She saw him getting up from the bed, a twisted grin sweeping across his face, and suddenly she was terror-stricken.

"Why… Jack… I thought maybe we'd have a drink, I mean," her words were cut off as he thrust his massive chest against her ripely quivering breasts, embraced her, and splurged his tongue wetly into her mouth.

"I don't need a drink. Jesus, Becky, all I need is you," he drew away only to get his breath.

The young bride could feel the rigid length of his cock throbbing through his slacks against her thigh. She tried to pull to the side, reaching behind to the bureau for balance; abruptly, she felt his hands massaging the full mounds of her breasts through the gauzy nightgown fabric. The feel of his warm hands against her trembling breasts both excited and sent a shudder of fear through her. Jack was beginning to breathe harder, and she could feel his penis growing another pounding inch next to her trembling thigh.

"I just don't…" she tried to protest, but his mouth was on her own again.

"You don't what?" her young husband said through clenched teeth, when she'd managed to pull away.

"I-I don't know, Jack… I mean, I didn't think when we were first together it was going to be like this."

The crude hungry look he gave her sent a chill of foreboding down the length of her spine.

"Darn you. Oh, Jack, you're so silly. Let me go."

"There isn't any reason to be so damn uptight," he said, tightening his hold on her quivering young breasts.

Suddenly, Thompson was guiding his wavering wife toward the bed. He fell down beside her, his hands inching the nightgown up slightly and then dropping to the sleek softness of her exposed thighs. Her hands clutched at his massaging fingers, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his hands moved relentlessly upward toward her virginal vagina.

"Oh no, stop, please, stop!" Becky moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his eager fondling until his out-stretched middle finger was pressing her white nylon panties up against her trembling pussy lips. She'd modestly left her panties on, although she knew it was silly… yet on this first night with Jack, she still had a lot of girlish hang-ups…

"Look baby, we've been waiting all these years. It's hardly the time now to decide to back out!"

"I'm not backing out," she exclaimed.

"I think you're going to enjoy it," a streak of masculine cruelty entered his normally gentle voice.

Becky tried to get up from the bed when she felt Jack's fingers pinching into the soft naked flesh just below the tight elastic leg band of her brief panties. He squeezed again, sending a razor sharp slice of pain through her skin. She opened her legs, and felt him loosen his grip.

"More!" Jack shouted. "Wider!"

She lurched up the mattress, then scrambled up to the headboard, cringing against it like a frightened feline animal. Her lust-incited young husband leaped forward on the bed and pushed her shoulders flat against the bed so that her head smacked hard against one fluffy pillow.

Thompson looked at her lying on the flattened mattress, taking in with one glance the curving spheres of her breasts and her exposed thighs' tanned smoothness. Now he shifted his weight downward, planting his hand that had been clenching her arm over the smooth white nylon covering her pussy.

The helpless bride jerked up from the impact of his touch, but his hand encircled her neck in an iron grip that hurt her terribly. "Ooooooooh, let me go! Don't be like this Jack, please!"

There was no answer from her young husband.

Becky fell back, jerking slightly once more when she felt his obscenely prodding fingers squeeze at the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. Without warning, he grinned in triumph and yanked at her flimsy bikini panties; the tight elastic waistband snapped, and the panties were pulled off her in one vicious tug.

"Oh God, no," she gaped down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness, trying to cover her softly curling blonde pussy hair with her hands. But it was useless. She felt her panties fall from her feet to the floor beside the bed, and she reached over trying to retrieve them, but Jack used her movement to slide his other hand under her rounded buttocks and began squeezing the full fleshy moons together.

"Tell me, Becky. Tell me you want me to fuck you," he prodded.

Becky could not answer. She rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at his snickering face, and she whimpered in resignation knowing that he had her completely in his power. As awful as it seemed, there was nothing she could do but submit to him, even though he was acting in this utterly depraved fashion.

His hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking her moist trembling vaginal flesh. The terror-stricken young bride shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the glistening folds of her helpless pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and extended his middle finger to spread her cringing cunt lips apart and expose the little bud of her clitoris, bringing the tiny pleasure center to an involuntary erection.