Richard Mountbatten - Spell of the Beast

"Jimmy…!?"

"None other!"

"Why… that's insane! Impossible!" she blurted. "Why? Why would… m-my husband be a party to… to something… so…"

She was overcome; she couldn't go on. Her tears scalded her eyes and she turned her head away from him, remembering her vow that she would not allow this man to bring down her defenses. Buzz raised himself to an elbow and went on talking to the haughty, unbowed back she presented him.

"Promotion…? More money…?… A chance to lay Sloan's wife…? You know… she's quite a woman, herself…"

"No! No… it couldn't be! He's already been offered a promotion… and a raise…! And, Jimmy wouldn't do that… to m-me! We're married! We love each other! Why would h-he want another w-woman…?"

"I don't know, I'm sure… Maybe you can answer that yourself… are you good to him… in bed…? If you're not… he might be looking for something better… more action, maybe. He's a man… a normal sort of guy… I'd say. And, sex is pretty important to most men. Think it over…! Maybe, you'll find the answer in yourself!" Buzz said with brutal frankness.

"You suggest a lot of answers… f-for me…" she said. "What about you…? What makes you do what y-you're doing…? Forcing me t-to bargain with you… my body… in exchange for pain pills m-my husband desperately needs…?"

"I told you before, Joan… it's very simple… I like sex! It's a basic and very elemental drive… and I want to fuck you… because you're a very beautiful… and available woman!"

"Married… or not…?" she queried, sarcastically, ignoring his use of the lewd word.

"It really makes no difference!"

"And Gayle Sloan…? Is she next on your list of conquests?"

"No… you are! I've already laid her!"

"My God!" Joan flared. "What conceit! You're so damned arrogant! Bragging about it! You're a regular satyr… aren't you…?" The sarcasm dripped from her lips, caustically.

"No… just honest! I was merely stating a fact!" the pilot said.

"You're so cocky… you really do think that I'm going to be next… don't you?"

"The fact that you're here… speaks pretty loud and clear… to me!" Buzz said.

Suddenly, Joan felt trapped! She had made a mistake in coming up on the ridge to talk to Buzz Henson; he had not changed his mind. He still had only one goal… to force her to make love to him. Then, it came to her; the realization that she was alone with him made her panic. He was a strong man! It was possible that he could grab her… force her through sheer weight and superior muscle power… to submit! He could rape her!

Oh, my God! Please! Don't let it happen… to me! I'd just die… if any other man… touched me!

Blindly, she jumped to her feet and plunged into the heavily wooded hillside, downwards toward the meadow, the stream, other people… and safety!

He caught her within ten yards. His arms were around her, holding her tight to him until she ceased struggling futilely, and he kissed her hard with brutal lips, his tongue bursting into her mouth to taste and savor.

When he finally took his mouth away, she said: "P-Please… d-don't make me do it?"

But, in spite of her revulsion and fear, her nipples tingled where they had been pressed against his muscular chest; the hard, bulginess of his loins still pressed into her, as he held her close, and she could feel the throbbing heat of it through his pants. His kiss had been long and sensuous, its warmth spreading in her nerve ends, singing a Sybaritic hymn of voluptuous promise. She relaxed and leaned her head against his chest.

"It's only on the basis I suggested… none other!" he said.

"… A-And you'll give m-me the pills… for Jim?"

"Of course! I always keep my word!"

"No one will ever know about it… you won't tell…?"

"Nobody will know…" Buzz told her. "But you… and me!"

"Why d-did you tell me… about Gayle…?" she probed.

"I was just needling you…"

"What about Andy and Jim… Is that true?"

"Every word of it!" he asserted.

She turned in his arms to face up the hill… back up to the ridge, closer to the sky and God… where she would exchange her chastity for pain pills for Jim, her husband… her husband, who for whatever reason, had bargained that same chastity away… even before they had begun their vacation trip!

"L-Let's go back… up there!" she said, with finality.

The pilot put his arm around her waist and helped her up the steep slope. They regained the ridge, quickly, and Joan went directly to the spread blanket and sat down upon it, gasping for breath.

"Oh… it's soft!" she observed.

"I put pine needles under it," Buzz said.

"Always prepared… like a good Boy Scout…?"

"I think positive!"

"You're impossible… and too cocky!"

"I get results!" he countered.

Kneeling down on the blanket beside her, he reached for the top button of her blouse and dexterously unbuttoned it. Involuntarily, she shrank back away from him with a catch in her throat.

"N-No! Please…? Not yet…! Let me have a little time… to get used to the idea! No other man… but J-Jim… has ever touched me!"

Buzz pushed her firmly, gently back until she lay prone on the blanket. He followed, lying on his side, but his upper body was twisted over her, as he lowered his head to capture her lips, again. He probed her mouth with his tongue, moving it in and out, then directing the tip to the sensitive inner side of her lips.

Not realizing what she was doing, Joan began to kiss him back, her tongue, tentatively, flicking out to touch his lips, finally snaking out to insinuate itself between his teeth and into his mouth. Those warm, tingling sensations were racing in her again, and instinctively her body began to involuntarily react to his teasing touches.

His hands began to explore her, moving along her ribs to her waist, down along the outside of her white tapering thigh, back up the inside of her thigh, to the vee of her legs where he rubbed and massaged her warm pulsating vaginal slit through the material of her shorts; then his hand moved up, under her blouse, across her flat stomach to her breasts that he kneaded through the material of her bra.

With urgent determination, now, he removed his hand from under her blouse and unbuttoned the remaining buttons, and she shrugged and moved, took and folded, sitting up to allow him access to the hooks of her bra, again taking and folding meticulously, as the coolness of the air flowed over the satin-smooth hemispheres of her milk-white breasts, the coral tipped nipples standing out firm in their puckered areolas of darker, deep-hued coraline. Instantly, Buzz captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking up the entire aureole to tease and lave with his tongue, while his hands smoothed over the globoid surface, massaging and digging with his fingers, the smooth texture of them like fine silk under his sensuous fingers; likewise, after a few moments its twin received like attention, but now he nipped, lightly, with a chewing motion, using his teeth, finally, to stretch and pull the nipple outward, and side to side.

The sensations generated in her breasts spread warmly through her, the electric, tingling sensations growing by the moment to race, cavortingly, chasing each other in wave after wave of delicious, melding sensuality. It was too much for her; she was giving herself to this man for only one purpose. It had been clear in her mind a few moments ago, but now the feelings were getting out of hand. She had been thinking in terms of a quick, short sexual encounter… one of pure physical carnality that would not involve her emotions.

OOooh! I can't let this happen! Those feelings… of his mouth on my breasts! It's making me want to… to go ahead and let him do what he wants to with me… but I didn't want to feel anything! God! What's happening to me…? Help me… to get through this… but don't let me like it… want it!