Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

"Oooohhh, Paul… Paul," Janet babbled almost incoherently.

"You can forget your beloved husband," spat Leduc. "You will not see that stupid oaf again, or anyone, only those whom I send to you!" He still held the strap and now he brought it down viciously against the bed. "Now, get down on your knees in front of me, you big titted slut!"

Still sobbing, Janet obeyed his command, her brain reeling in near hopeless dispair. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading as she knelt before him.

"Well…?" he snarled down at her. "Take out my cock you stupid bitch! What else do you think I could want of you?" He entangled his hand in her long golden hair and twisted brutally.

She whimpered with the pain and reached forward to do his bidding, fearful that he would slash the strap across her naked flesh once more. She fumbled with the zipper on his trousers endeavoring to release his heavy throbbing cock that she had already become more than familiar with.

"Hurry up, pig! Or do you want another taste of the strap?"

"Oh God no… please…!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, Master?"

"Stupid American bitch!" he hissed through leering lips. "You forget to address me properly one more time and I'll brand 'W' for whore on your tits! Do you understand?"

"Yes… yes, Master," Janet stammered in sheer horror, finally fumbling the huge fleshy instrument free to burst out through the unzipped fly. Hesitantly, she wrapped her hand around the thick hardened rod of flesh and Leduc shoved his hips forward causing it to skin back until the smooth red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her fear-bulging eyes.

"Well…? You know what to do with it, bitch!" the Doctor leered. "Rub it around your lips, then lick it clean from top to bottom."

She did, looking down the full length of the rigid shaft, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust for this evil fiend, and of his lewd sperm being pumped down her unwilling throat. Then, she parted her lips, opening her mouth to slide them down over the hardened rubbery head, along the full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste.

Leduc commenced a slow undulation with his hips, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his hand entwined viciously in her hair.

He watched the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as he shoved his throbbing prick between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each thrust into the trapped face, as she groaned in degraded submission between his legs. She was going to make a good whore all right. They would pay a fortune to get at such a magnificent creature, once he had her trained properly and completely subjugated to the weaknesses of the flesh.

Janet labored in a semi-stupor. She could see the tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of his penis where it left the open fly. Her mind wandered hopelessly, and then she thought of the horrible end that had come to Erabas, but she didn't dwell upon it… it had been too ghastly. At least, she was still alive, and right now, nothing seemed to matter except to get this despicable ordeal over with, and to do that she had to please this insane monster.

She commenced sucking to please him, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy, lubricated head, and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist glans, until she could feel it palpitating as if it had suddenly acquired a separate life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing torrent of sticky, white sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream of memory. Oh God, she would never forget this as long as she lived, it would stay with her forever and ever, blotting out any chances for happiness with her Paul… should she ever see him again… Then, the nucleus of an idea sparked in her brain as from the corner of her eye she saw Vailante watching them with taut-eared interest. Maybe… just maybe, she would see him again! Perhaps, there was a way… It was a gamble… a long gamble… but what did she have to lose? Maybe… just maybe…!

Suddenly, she began to suck with a trace of renewed hope, even as the very helplessness of her servile position again aroused masochistic sensations erotically in her belly. Her head bobbed furiously over his thick shaft of flesh as she sucked to end it, sucked to milk the hot, sticky semen from it until he whimpered for her to stop. He groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her golden, bobbing head, and watching with lewd delight the oval shaped lips straining at his cock in a maddening frenzy. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it had never done before, and then, she felt him jerk and groan above her as he held her head by her hair and rammed deep into her throat. His cock continued the jerking motions and spewed with a vengeance the hot, acidy jets of his sperm deep into her gullet. Janet groaned as she sucked and her adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing stream squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping prick, swirling her tongue in circling motions about the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter torture he was inflicting upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued gushing into her wildly swallowing throat unceasingly, until she thought it would never end, and then he loosened his hold of her hair and his heavy cock gave one last final spurt and began to slowly deflate in her mouth.

"Enough… put it away, bitch," he ordered, his breathing coming in heavy rasps.

She did and he backed away from her, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking noise and leaving a trail of semen following behind it. He leered downward, "You are improving, but you have a long ways yet to go," he chuckled aloud. "Perhaps you had better practice here on Vailante… if you think you can get next to him." Again, he laughed. "I warn you, if you do anything to excite him before it's time for your performance, he has been instructed to attack… and he will tear you to shreds, ma chere, just as he did that cur of a Moroccan whose giant cock you seemed to enjoy."

Janet stared at him. "Per-performance? What performance… Master?"

Leduc grinned. "You and Vailante, bitch… and I only hope for your sake that Erabas hasn't stretched that tight little pussy of yours too much." He went to the dog and patted his huge head. "My faithful friend likes his bitches nice and snug around his cock."

Janet said no more, merely hung her head.

"Now, get into the bed and stay there. I will send you a large glass of medication, and I would advise you to drink all of it. It will make the evening easier… perhaps even pleasurable for you."

With that, he left her, and slowly Janet got to her feet, throwing herself onto the bed to sob half-hysterically.

Later, one of the Moroccans brought her the amber-colored liquid, a large glass of Leduc had said, and she drank it all… knowing in the back of her mind that she was going to try her plan, as obscene and as far-fetched as it was… yet, she had to do something, and this, perhaps, was her last hope…

Oh God, I must pray… pray that it will work!

Paul had no difficulty gaining entrance into the Palais de Plaisir once he showed proof of identity and paid the exorbitant fee. Inasmuch as the establishment only catered to notables and people of wealth, the ugly looking Frenchman at the door seemed pleased to welcome a guest from the American Embassy.