Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

As a final attempt he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. He sunk his cock fully into the cushioned crevice of her anus and hoped for something, a moan, anything. She didn't even wince.

"I'm sorry," said Ken. "I didn't know you'd react like this."

"What did you expect, bells?" she icily said.

"I said I'm sorry, what else do you expect?"

"I expect you to get your little cock out of my ass, that's what I expect!"

Ken withdrew, there was no pleasure in it for him. She didn't even give him the thrill of a struggle, nothing. While silently dressing he tried his best to come up with an apology.

"It's just that it was there… and so cute… such a nice little hole. I figured you'd enjoy it… you liked what I did before."

"I was awake then and even if you tried to put it in my rear then I would have stopped you. It hurts in there, I don't enjoy it in there," she said.

"Well, I didn't know… "

"You didn't ask, either."

Ken was at the door, he tried to look his most apologetic. "Well, I know now… if I call you again will you forgive me?"

"I don't know," she answered.

He stared at her nude beauty sitting on the bed and truly regretted his impulsiveness. She was stacked beyond belief, it would truly be a shame to miss out on more of it. "Well, I'll call in a couple of days."

"Sure," she answered.

"Goodnight."

"Be sure to lock the door."

Darlene didn't know if it was day or night but she had just opened her eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. The room was still the same, white, pure white. She had no idea how long she'd been there, how many days or weeks had passed. The memory of nothing really mattered now.

Then she saw it sitting near the doorway. A bowl, steam wisped from it. Bent down in a cautious crawl Darlene crept toward the white bowl. That's when she realized the smears and drips of blood she left on the wall and floor her first day were now gone. The bowl contained a mushy, but edible, substance which she stomached half of.

After pushing the bowl away she saw something else, an amazing thing. On the opposite wall was a speck of color, small, no more than two inches by two inches. She crawled closer but still couldn't recognize it. But after coming to within a foot of the squarish spot a futile whimper escaped from her surprised lips.

Her house. The beautiful, ranch-style home in Tranquil Acres she and Ken had worked so hard to get. The sweeping lines, the maturing shrubs, Ken's flawless lawn, it was all-there in the miniature picture. No, not a picture, a projection, like a slide being shown on the wall. Darlene passed her hand in front and saw no shadow, it had to come from the other side of the wall.

Her eyes were wet as she moved extremely close to the comforting familiarity of her home, the driveway, TV antenna, mailbox, everything. The picture started to enlarge, somehow grow bigger before her face and she had to crawl back to keep it in sight. It expanded slowly, as if it were a living organism, until it encompassed the complete wall. Darlene found her back against the other wall so she could see, tears blurred her vision and a slight quiver ran through her upper lip.

"I want to go home!" she howled.

There was no other sound, no answer, just the saddening remembrance of the comfort and warmth she had experienced in that beautiful house.

"Why?" she called out to the hidden person responsible for this cruel torture.

The home remained on the wall but Darlene was now leaning against another illuminated screen. She had to walk across the room and turn to see this new projection. With a swallow and several blinks of the wet eyes she saw a photograph she had always cherished. Her wedding picture, Darlene and Ken standing side by side, arms wrapped around each other, guests throwing handfuls of rice.

She couldn't bring herself to speak or ask why again. The throbbing loneliness in her heart grew with each breath. Then the wall to her right lit up and she was staring at the smiling, clean faces of her two children.

"Timmy… Leila… " she sadly whimpered and ran to the appealing faces. But the closer she came the larger they were and she had to walk backwards to regain her focus.

The wall to her rear went light and she turned to face the most gut-wrenching picture of all. Her mother and father. Serious, stiffly posed with her father's chin high and mother smiling like a cherub. Darlene froze in her tracks, gasped, closed her eyes and dropped heavily onto her knees. Her shoulders were wracked with sobs as the silent answer to her question of why was finally understood.

"But who? Who are you? Who is torturing me like this?"

The screen-walls went blank and were again nothing but empty white panels. Darlene waited to see if an answer was coming but nothing happened. "Tell me who is it?" she screamed with force and anger.

All four walls sprung into color, the color of well-tanned, healthy flesh. A face, smiling, almost laughing, slowly came into focus. She knew who it was before her eyes could clearly understand. It was the appealing, carefree face of the man whom she had so impulsively shared herself with-Chuck.

"What must I do?" she yelled while coming up to her feet and directing her voice at some hidden area in the ceiling.

The room was now four walls of Ken's face. He stared at her from every angle she faced but she didn't know exactly what this illustration meant. "I know! I know I've done him wrong! What is it you require of me? What must I do to get out of here?" she called out.

The faces faded, soft music sounded in her ears and then the voice of Ken, "You must obey."

"Obey who? What? Tell me?"

"You must do everything you are told while in this room. You must not fail to obey every demand." She whirled around. "Yes! Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. I want to go home, to my children, to my house… "

"And?" the voice added.

She said it meekly, ashamed for having to be reminded, "My husband… "

"Soon you will be visited," the voice continued. Darlene shivered, she was well aware of what the visits were for.

"Yes," she said.

"And you shall obey. If you fail to cooperate the beautiful, wonderful things you have just been allowed to see shall only be further away… " the voice said.

"Yes! Anything! I'll do anything you want! Just let me go! Let me leave!" she quickly called out.

It was obvious the communication was over, the music stopped, the room felt even lonelier than before. Darlene sat down in the center of the floor and did her best to fold the tom, tattered remnants of her gown about her body. She knew she had agreed to whatever may come and with a slight laugh wondered why they even bothered to ask-certainly they had been getting their way before!

The bowl which held the mush earlier was now gone. Someone had entered and removed it while she was looking at the incredible pictures on the wall. She didn't even notice, didn't even hear. Darlene knew that she was dealing with someone who knew exactly what he was doing, a person or group of people who wasted little effort. No wonder they were after her cooperation, it only made things easier.

As she sat there toying with the idea of a daring escape whenever her visitor came through the door the voice of Ken returned. "Any attempts at escape will be met with the most severe measures! Do not even think of it!"

"Uhhhhhh… " she cried. Were they reading her mind? Was it possible they understood her thoughts? Darlene grimaced and buried her head in her hands… No, it had to be coincidence, they were watching and guessed. Of course, what else does someone in a trap think about except escape…

The white panel door opened wide and she looked up. No one stood there, it was just open and all she saw on the other side was more of the blinding white. She didn't move, made no effort at all, just waited with wide, frightened eyes.