Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Please…"

Sue was aware that her legs were being spread apart. She flinched, in spite of herself, when his finger parted the softness of her pubic hair and touched her vaginal lips. She remembered the dream last night! Presumably Dick had been doing this to her. It had been wildly exciting and erotic beyond description. But now, she felt nothing. Only a deadness down there as he began his perverted licking.

The numbness lasted until he reached the clitoris; he put his lips and it began sucking it as though it were a very small penis. Sue's body stiffened as she felt the unwelcome sensations return down there. Lord Medwell chuckled as he sensed she had finally begun to come to life. Next she felt his tongue jab into her vagina; it was like an electrical cattle prod placed in there. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic, tantalizing licking began again. She flexed the muscles along her inner thighs attempting to make the unwanted feeling of pleasure go away but it only added to her enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, Lord Medwell went back to lick again at the tiny, suddenly pulsating, clitoris.

Now Sue was beginning to moan and sob as she realized what these sensations implied. No, this couldn't be happening to her! It mustn't happen! The nerve endings down there were betraying her. She couldn't permit this to feel pleasurable; she couldn't. But, in spite of her revulsion at the act, her abdomen rose and fell with increasing rapidity as the old man began taking long licking strokes with his tongue and using his nose to buffet the clitoris while his chin whiskers were scraping against her tightly clenched anus. She knew she was beginning to secrete lubricants and liquids from glands that were taking notice of the loving attention being bestowed them. It wasn't until she discovered her pelvis was beginning to grind lewdly into the old man's sardonically smiling face that she realized she had lost this one particular battle. Her shamelessly aroused body was moving independently now, she hadn't the least control over it any longer. His hot hungry mouth enclosed the entire vaginal labia area and he began sucking voraciously at it. The exquisite sensations shot across her loins into the nerve endings at the mouth of her womb. His drooling mouth kept the labia tightly clamped, his tongue pressured its way through the compressed vaginal lip, and Sue almost lost her mind attempting to control her reactions.

Finally – and she knew it the second that it happened – she reached the point of no return. She was going to have a climax! She fought it, screamed against it in her mind, but muscles and nerves all rebelled against the discipline – seeking instead the sweet release. Then her pelvis was jerking and her hands were trying to push the old man's face up all the way into her vagina, and a voice she had never heard before was screeching from her own throat, "I'm cumming. Oh God, lick harder… faster… now… Now…! Aieeee."

She was almost unconscious from the combination of shame and satiation when Lord Medwell raised her knees to her chest. Abruptly she felt his penis pressing against her open, unprotected vagina.

"Now number three," he said.

"No… you'll hurt me," she moaned, but it was already too late. She attempted to scissor her legs, but the movement caused him to slip forward and his long hard cock slid effortlessly into the mouth of her cervix. "Gaaaagh," she screamed. God, it was excruciating. It was a white hot poker plunged into her. Worse, far worse, more agonizing than even the first night with Dick. That pain, at least, had come from love – this came from torture and debasement and rape.

Lord Medwell smiled down at her. "Don't put on an act, my dear." He reached over to the bedside table and pulled down the photograph. The sideways movement hurt her and she moaned in pain. "See what immense pleasure you are getting out of me. That is the real you. You're only acting right now," he said.

Sue's eyes were blinded to the picture; the reality of the moment was that she was in pain from sexual intercourse and his huge penis. He moved it out a bit; the withdrawal motion was agonizing. He pushed it in to its utmost depth again. "Ooooohhh, God! No, please. You're hurting me. Please, I'll do anything… but not this… you're killing me." A sudden jab was the only answer to her pitiful plea. She was suddenly screaming at the top of her voice as he began viciously jabbing into her; she jerked her eyes open to see the old man's cruel sadistic grin above her. He was killing her; he wanted to hear her scream and moan; he was enjoying every second of it.

Her vagina felt as though it bad shattered and was bleeding from a thousand different, places. His cock lay throbbing, sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't a single fleshy ridge on the prick that she could not feel as it pressed tight against the soft flesh of her cunt. It was a heated scimitar plunged into the belly of the infidel. Sue lay immobile, afraid to move because of the pain each movement brought.

Lord Medwell grinned down at her. He flexed his cock inside her belly and she felt it jerk up and against the cervix. "Aaaagggh," she groaned, and her face was twisted in pain.

Lord Medwell merely smiled more sadistically. He flexed it again.

"Oooohhh…" She kept her stomach muscles as tight as possible, hoping she would create an intolerable pressure for him down there.

Slowly, Lord Medwell pulled his hardened penis from her tight vaginal sheath until it was about half out, then slowly – oh, so very slowly – pushed it in again. He did this for about three minutes.

"Oooohhh, please… you're… hurting." She said it automatically, and with a sudden jolt to her brain realized that she was screaming a lie. Oh, it was tight, all right. Very tight. And she was being stretched painfully. But the slow, salacious movements were not painful! Furthermore, by the sudden look on the old man's face, she knew he was aware of her new knowledge.

"Now you must ask me to 'fuck' you."

"No… I won't. I can't. Please don't. Do what you have to do and get it over with, but please don't ask me to degrade myself like that!"

Lord Medwell continued to move his cock back and forth slowly. Sue was aware that her vagina was making a wet, lewd sucking noise, as it slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened vagina and that too suddenly began to add to the forbidden excitement she felt coursing through her betraying body.

"You must beg," he said, insistently, "that is part of the contract. After all, each time you say 'please, stop', you're begging. So beg me to 'fuck' you." He shoved his prick forward and a shock of unwanted pleasure shot through her womb.

"Oooh, no! Please no." That, of course, would be the final straw – the ultimate in humiliation. She had maintained a tiny shred of pride because she knew she was suffering all this for Dick and her mother's sake. But to be forced to beg? That would be the end of her forever as a decent person. He had taken her self-respect, her fidelity to her husband… taken everything. She couldn't, she wouldn't give him the ultimate triumph of hearing her beg for him to force these horribly depraved indignities on her helpless body!

Lord Medwell stopped moving with his penis half in, half out of her cunt. "Very well," he said. "A woman has other ways of begging. We shall see."

Sue didn't understand what he was talking about, and she didn't waste time trying to figure it out because her mind was elsewhere… analyzing, calculating, evaluating. Something unwanted was happening in her vaginal area. The pain had disappeared. She wasn't even uncomfortable any longer. There was a pleasant warmth there, a pleasant pressure. When his penis twitched again she was astonished to find that – without volition – her own inner muscles had flexed in involuntary response, bringing a smile of ecstatic delight from him.