Jon Reskind - Kappy volume 2

Carol could only stare at him in shocked awe. His absolute vile and chilling vulgarity was not only turning her off as might a drenching in ice-cold water, but his degrading classification and opinion of her instigated an immediate revulsion that she wasn't certain but what she felt more for herself than for him. Good God, there was no longer any doubt in her mind; she just couldn't give herself to this man now for any price! What had she been thinking of? He was nothing but an obscene animal, and whatever it was that he had mesmerized her with, the spell was broken! She had to get out of there, away from him… find Jack and leave this terrible house! They would go back to the capital… wipe this deplorable memory from their minds… there had to be another way…!

She had backed several feet away from him, her lovely eyes gaping in wide disbelief, causing a lustful sensation of sadistic pleasure to race through his churning groin and belly. He moved around the little bar, setting down his glass and slowly walked toward her.

"What's wrong, baby? Did I suddenly prick your balloon?" Max taunted, his lecherous grin growing more evil with the passing seconds. "Or maybe you think you're going to pull the cock-tease act on me again, eh?" He laughed as he closed in on her retreating form, watching with sadistic delight her opened mouth and awe-stricken eyes as she continued to shake her head. "I hope so, because I love to force my bitches to suck my cock… and baby, that's just what you're going to do!"

Carol couldn't speak. She stared at him in ever-growing, wild-eyed detestation, completely shocked by his vilely depraved transformation, both shame and fear taking precedent over all else. My God, was it possible that she'd been so blind as not to see the sadistic animal that he was… or hadn't she wanted to? Yes… yes, that was it! The lechery she had read from the beginning in his cruel eyes had fascinated her… had set an unprecedented masochistic desire alive within her! But she had associated that lechery with a warm and virile, masculine gentleness… never these obscene sadistic words he had suddenly unleashed upon her! Automatically, she continued to retreat from his approach, shaking her head… forgetting that only the bed lay strategically behind…

She watched his wet tongue dart out to lick at his twisted, dry lips as he moved ever closer. In unbelievable building fear, her eyes screamed her mounting fright, while her brain raced in a new wild chaos as she backed unknowingly closer to the bed, her head shaking negatively, causing her long copperish hair to brush about her shoulders in mild frenzy. At last, a word formed on her lush, parted lips and she blurted it out.

"N-No…! No! Never! I-I can't… I was wrong! Y-You're not the man I thought!"

"Tough, baby… tough," he hissed. "We all make mistakes… and you made one with a promise that you're going to keep, bitch… because this night you're going to suck and fuck, and there isn't one Goddamned single thing you can say or do to get out of it. You're trapped, little girl… helplessly trapped!"

Carol let out a short cry of surprise then, the edge of the bed catching her behind the knees and she fell backward, her long, slimly tapered legs spreading apart as she lost her balance, the delectable sight of the sheer nylon strip of her black panties snug against the puffy little mound of flesh between her white full thighs sending a licentious charge of lust jolting through him. Quickly, he forced his knees between her shapely scissored legs, clutching at them so that she could not slither or roll away from him, and then with one hand he reached up under her tiny skirt, catching his hand in the wispy waistband of the bikini-like panties, ripping them away as if they were tissue paper.

"Oh… oh my God… stop… no!" she gasped in half-anger as well as shamed fright. But the big man merely laughed, while simultaneously he pulled her to an awkward upright position on the bed and forcefully stripped her dress over her head to toss to one side as he pressed her back down on the satin coverlet once more.

"Now what did you think of that little maneuver, baby?" he rasped down at her, his evilly lecherous eyes raking hungrily over the soft white nakedness of the voluptuous young curves cringing beneath him.

Carol let out a choking gasp as she inadequately tried to cover the full thrusting mounds of her quivering breasts, forgetting that her vulnerable naked loins were completely exposed to him. Tears abruptly filled her eyes and she tossed her head wildly in her mixture of fear, anger, and shame, realizing the hopelessly entrapped position she was in.

"Oh God… damn you! Stop it! Stop this minute!" she cried, futilely attempting to squirm from beneath him. "You can't! Oh, please!"

"Beg me, you conniving little cunt!" the big man rasped. "Not that it'll make one fucking bit of difference. I'm going to take you every way I can think of, damn your luscious young ass! I'm going to bury my cock up to my balls in that tight little pussy-hole of yours if it's the last thing I ever do!"

Carol froze beneath him. Her mouth fell loosely open, her eyes glazing behind the blur of her tears as the now deplorable filth he spat caused a wave of loathing degradation to surge through her. And then, she felt his big, hot hand with unbelievable tenderness sliding along the smooth white flesh of her satiny inner thigh. She involuntarily trembled beneath its touch as it moved ever upward toward her reddish-gold fringed loins where it brushed tantalizingly and pressed skillfully against the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her sensitive vagina, causing an uncontrollable little moan to escape her.

"Oh no, please… let me go! I don't want you to, don't you see? I-I was wrong!" she whimpered vainly, unable to comprehend the wild sensations that were suddenly racing through her soft quivering belly and rapidly moistening pussy.

Max Keele ignored her protests, hardly hearing her, while with his free hand he brushed her small ones away from her full white breasts, his breath catching lecherously in his throat at the sight of the rounded mounds of soft, resilient flesh standing proud and firmly erect, their small pinkish nipples hardening from the unwanted lewd manipulations of his big, warmly perspiring hand between her spread, trembling thighs.

"There now, baby… that's better," he hissed, bending down for a closer look at the thin ribbon of glistening pink flesh running the length of her exposed loins, separating the flushed, hair-lined lips of her cunt and joining the ovaled, satin-like spheres of her lush buttocks pressed tightly to the bed. He sucked in his breath at the lust-inciting spectacle, her little whimpers of shame-filled degradation falling on lecherously deafened ears. Christ, he'd fucked and raped many of these luscious young bitches, but none more tender or desirable than this. The thought of involuntary moans of sensuous pleasure tumbling from those ripe, petulant lips as he knew they would once the absinthe really began to take effect, had taunted his long, thick cock into a stone-like hardness. He could feel the blood pounding almost painfully into its expanded, bulbous head and the thick, wet drops of seminal fluid already seeping from the sensitive glans at its tip, smearing hotly against his thigh.

Goddamn the greedy little cunt, she was only beginning to learn the cost of a Spaxton bid, and before this night was over she'd either be one of them or a prime candidate for a first-class whorehouse, and that thought by itself was enough to cause his pants-imprisoned cock to begin a rhythmically throbbing ache… until he was forced to open his fly to relieve the pressure. Then, using his thumbs pressed to either side of her pouting hair-shadowed vaginal lips, he teasingly spread the vertical crevice until its moist pinkness flowered open to him, and he panted lustfully at its sparkling, jewel-like delicacy. He felt her warn, soft inner thighs quiver uncontrollably against the backs of his hot, brushing hands, and heard her breath hitch deep down in her throat, followed by a choking moan.