J. Benford - The Family Haven 1

Through glazed eyes Susan Bowing saw the grinning Oriental bring something into her line of vision, the like of which she had never seen. It was like a fat banana on a curved wooden handle, but when it was held closer to her face she could see it was a beautifully shaped and carved imitation penis. She watched spellbound as the evil little man carefully adjusted the bulbous head of the dummy prick between her gaping wet cunnylips. Grasping the wooden handle firmly, he thrust the perfect rubbery substitute cock up into Susan's horny hole. His eyes searched her face to see just how much she was going to enjoy this perversion, he wanted to have some idea just how deep into degradation he might be able to pull this delightful white-skinned woman.

Her expression thrilled him. Half-fear, half excitement, she lay waiting to let him thrust more rubber cock into her hungry cunt. The way her slippery dull pink cuntlips clutched at the prick of rubber told him just how hungry she was for a man. He wouldn't waste such lust on a feelingless rubber shaft… he would fuck her himself!

She tried to reach down and clasp the wooden handle, when she felt him withdrawing the head of the rubber prick from her cunt-entrance. She almost swooned with eager anticipation when she heard him mutter, "I'm going to fuck you myself, my dear. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Before he had thrust that teasing, tantalizing rubber prick into her, she would have been able to fight this terrible urge to let him do what he liked to her. But now she was obsessed with the need to have some sort of hump-release. It was so silly, she told herself, she had her husband to take care of her fuck needs. Down in the car not so far away Jack would be waiting for her, why was she being so wickedly tempted as to let this horrid Oriental do to her what only her husband should do, what she only wanted her husband to do. Whatever resolve she was trying to make, whatever summoning up of will-power she was attempting, went by the board when she felt herself turned over and hot lips kissed and caressed her naked asscheeks. The Oriental was giving her wicked little love bites all over her ass and now his hands were clawing her cheeks well apart, and he was tracing that wet tongue of his all along her ass crevice. In some weird lust-inducing way he was tugging at her anus itself. He seemed to be stretching the tight ring by pulling the flesh nearby with his thumbs, and then the horrid little man was poking and pushing his finger at the tight entrance until it slid inside the muscles of the ring of flesh. She found she was pushing her cunt hard down on that raised ridge while the finger worked to and fro in her tight rectum.

More out of idle curiosity than any preconceived plan, Tse Ling reached down the side of the sofa with his free hand to where she had put her handbag. He opened it and idly thumbed through the contents. There were several photographs in her bag, he drew them out to look at them better … He froze, she felt his fingers withdraw from her bottom. She looked around and saw that he was looking at the photo of her missing sister Tina. The one she always carried in her bag. The look on the Oriental's face told her that this was the man who knew all about Tina's sudden disappearance… this was the track that could lead to her being found but she also saw the look of extreme anger and cruelty in the fiendish eyes. Tse Ling knew he had been deceived by this attractive young woman. He did not like to be taken for a fool. He had to find out what this young woman was up to. It would be dangerous to let her find out too much about him and his Agency. He had to find out why she had this photo of a young girl whom he had recently sold to a foreign buyer for one of the exclusive brothels in the South of France. It was a whorehouse where a good price could be had for a pretty English girl of not yet twenty.

He dug two fingers wickedly up into Susan's stretched and aching asshole. He was not intent on giving her any pleasure now… only pain. He worked his fingers in her to their knuckle. "Who is this girl?" he snapped, holding the print in front of her face. She did not answer at once, and then she screamed as his fingers began to open and twist deep inside her hot aching shit-hole.

"She's… she's my… sister," she gasped. "My husband and I are trying to find her."

"Your husband?" Tse Ling was on his guard even more. "You said he was he was abroad." ' He's… he's not. He's waiting for me in his car outside. Not far away…" she mumbled, hoping that the revelation that Jack was near would make this horrid cruel man ease up on her. She thought she was clever, he was already taking his fingers out of her asshole. He was afraid, perhaps he would have to let her go now… but he was not letting her get up, instead he was clambering on her back… she felt not his fingers but his rigid prick at the entrance to her asshole.

"You bitch… you filthy white lying bitch," she heard him muttering.

"I'll give you something you'll never forget, white bitch."

She suddenly felt the weight of the man's body along her back, a dull aching pressure being applied to her tight anus, she felt his hands fumbling between his body and her ass, she knew what he was going to do and knew with certainty that she could not do anything to stop this awful rape of her asshole. For several seconds she felt him probing and shifting his position slightly on her raised backside and then when she sensed that he had gained the right line of direction, she tensed herself for the pain she knew was to follow. It felt as if inner fingers were forcing her asshole crudely wide apart to allow the thick cock that he pressed to her to enter her. The sensation of being filled was suddenly upon her, accompanied with a searing almost unbearable pain. She listened to him babbling to the man in their strange tongue, she did not understand a word, but guessed they were speaking about her husband who waited nearby in the car. The tone of their voices added to her anxiety. The other man went from the room and quite obviously he was going out to look for Jack. She knew that under some pretense or other they would get Jack up here into the building, and once both of them were literally prisoners of this evil Tse Ling there would not be much hope of them escaping… like the young sister they were looking for, they too would disappear, and this time perhaps no clues would be left for anyone else to discover and follow the trail.

Susan tried with all her strength to get away from the body clinging to her asshole, to avoid that spearing cock that rammed into her bowels and yet, even as she struggled and cried out, she knew her efforts were doomed to failure. The wily strong little man was using her contortions and writhings to help him sink his thick pecker deeper into her rectum.

His weight finally flattened her down on her front on the bed, she turned her head to see his evil face leering at her, the expression on the sallow countenance was one of utter triumph over her… his cock was inside her anus to the deepest extent. For the first time in her life her flaccid soft ass was filled with rock-hard cock.

The pain was far worse than when she had lost her virginity to an elderly clergyman at twelve. Then her ravisher had been patient, had allowed her time to get used to having a man in her cunt. True he had put his penis into the proper channel, and before the rape was over he had given her some measure of excited pleasure. She was sure there was to be no pleasure at any stage in this vile rape of her asshole by the Oriental procurer.

Tse Ling gently rocked to and fro on her back, letting his cock lever itself against the tight gripping walls of her shit-passage and, incredible as it seemed, Susan began to feel her passage relaxing and not experiencing quite such intense pain as had been her lot when first she had been violated up her ass. She began to find she wanted to try and be an active partner in this unnatural union. She had the urge to rotate and writhe her asscheeks back at his loins, to get some sort of mutual tempo in the movements of their bodies. Tse Ling grinned with evil satisfaction as he looked down at the fleshy white asscheeks jerking back at him, at the way she was moving her whole ass in a small circle of erotic sensuality. Once again the fact that is known to all procurers and one they all trade upon was being made abundantly clear … that in every woman, however virtuous, there is a tiny bit of a desire to be a whore. Most do not get the opportunity to display or to exploit this deep inner desire, but when, as in the case of this young wife, it is made easy and natural for them to behave wantonly, they are not slow to respond.