Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

When there was no answer she got her master key from her purse and let herself into Denton's room. She switched on the lights. Denton was nowhere to be seen. Alice kicked angrily at the hinged plaster cast as she moved past it toward the open window. Just as she'd suspected, the screen was unlatched and hanging loose from the top of the window frame.

Silently Alice cursed herself. It was she who'd given Denton the downstairs room thereby making it easy for him to slip out the window late at night and come and go as he pleased. Having no idea whether he would be gone three minutes or three hours, she stamped back to the light switch and plunged the room into darkness once more.

She thought of calling John but decided against it, reasoning that if Denton returned while she was on the phone it would ruin this chance to get the goods on him. Because of Denton's small size, she had no fear of being physically harmed by him. All he wanted was the hundred-thousand-dollar insurance money, and everything she owned in the world, besides.

"Well, you're not going to get a dime, you miserable little runt!" she whispered hissingly as she moved back across the darkened room. "John said candlelight was enough for the film in this camera, so that full moon should be plenty bright enough. I'm going to snap a picture of you walking toward the house, and another of you climbing in the window. Then I'm going straight to the police, I'll see you and that suave doctor in court, all right, but the trial won't be a lawsuit!"

It was easy, even for Alice, to get out through the window. All she had to do was back into it and push open the screen, then let herself down till her feet contacted the ground. Camera in hand, her purse hooked over her forearm, she concealed herself in a squatting position behind a low evergreen shrub and waited.

Alice glanced at her wristwatch. It was ten past midnight. Five minutes had passed. She shifted about her legs were complaining. A noise in the alley startled her. The hair on the back of her neck bristled. Automatically she swung her head around, but the back yard fence was in the way, and she could see nothing.

Probably a cat raiding garbage cans, she decided, returning her attention to the street, where she expected Denton to appear momentarily.

She could near the radio dispatcher speaking as a police cruiser moved slowly down the street. In the illumination of its headlights, she saw the figure of a small man shuffling along the far sidewalk. She thought of calling out to the police, but by then it was too late. The cruiser was out of sight, moving on toward the thoroughfare. Then she saw that it wasn't a man, but a woman in slacks, and she realized she was becoming a bit jumpy.

There was a creaking sound close behind her. Alice nearly jumped out of her skin. Over her shoulder she could see the wooden gate of the fence being pushed open. It was Denton. She recognized him as soon as he slipped from the back yard. He was coming in from the alley, her heart leaped into her throat. As quietly as she could, Alice slipped in between the low shrub and the house.

Her head and shoulders were exposed, and Denton would have to pass right by her. She could only hope he didn't spot her. Suddenly the moonlight was much too bright to suit her. She could see clearly the bottle of whiskey Denton held in his hand. He stopped and opened it, took a drink, then stuffed it in his back pocket and came on toward the window.

Now that Denton was returning, Alice could feel her stomach knotting with anxiety. There'd been plenty of time to call John, and she surely wished she'd done it. John wouldn't be here yet, of course, but she would feel much better about this whole thing if only she could know he was on his way. But John was not on his way to her, and Denton was approaching. She was on her own. This was her chance to get proof Denton wasn't paralyzed. It could be the only chance she'd get. She had to go through with it. Everything she owned hung in the balance.

Damn him! Why did he have to come from behind?! she thought, a bit irrationally, as she gulped down her fear and lifted the tiny camera to the ready.

She focused on Denton and snapped the shutter, breathing easier when she heard it make only the faintest clicking sound, as he walked right past without spotting her, Alice got a second shot of the wiry little man. Then Denton was pulling open the bottom of the screen and tiptoeing to get a grip on the window sill. Alice leaned sideways a little into the shrub, aiming the camera. This one had to be a good, clear picture.

Alice was concentrating so hard on her photographic efforts she didn't notice her knees were rustling the dry leaves beneath the shrub. Denton had paused below the window, but she couldn't see him well enough to realize he was looking right at her.

By the time Alice figured out why he'd hesitated, it was to late. The screen slapped the window as Denton lunged at the kneeling woman and knocked the camera from her band. His right fist crashed into her startled face, presenting Alice with a parade of multicolored stars as well as irrefutable proof that the little man was much stronger than he'd supposed.

She opened her mouth to scream, but this fearful reaction was too slow. Gurgling choking noises issued from her gaping mouth. Nothing more. He had both hands around her throat. She knelt there, her bulging eyes staring up in horror as she clawed wildly at his sinewy arms.

Denton had her by the throat and was shaking her like a terrier shakes a rat, and she couldn't breathe. Her desperate clawing became weaker and weaker. The earth spun crazily about her. Everything was turning black. Her lungs were bursting.

Denton throttled Alice until her eyes snapped shut and her arms flopped limply down to her sides. When he turned her loose, she slumped to the ground unconscious. He cursed her even as he pulled up her night clothes and ran his hands vulgarly over her tits and pussy. Choking Alice senseless had given him, a tremendous erection. He took out his aching cock and rammed it into her bone-dry snatch, his pent-up cum gushing into her belly the instant his cock penetrated her.

When Alice regained consciousness, she could move nothing but her head, hands and feet, and even the movement of her hands and feet was extremely restricted. The bright artificial light hurt her eyes, and the surroundings it revealed told her at a glance that she was in a doctor's examining room. Angry voices drifted in from somewhere nearby. Alice recognized them as belonging to Denton and Gordan.

The evil men were arguing, and she learned to her horror that she was the topic of that argument. She could hear Gordan berating Denton for leaving the house, and the big man really gave the little one hell for raping her when he'd caught her outside taking pictures. Alice had known nothing about being raped, but her pussy did feel abused and sticky, now that she gave her attention to it. She gritted her teeth and groaned at the thought of being screwed by Denton, especially while she was unconscious.

Only a creep would do a sick thing like that! She thought with revulsion. I've got to get out of here before they discover I've come to! There's no telling what they might do to me now!

That was when Alice discovered she couldn't move. A moment later, after struggling and grunting and rolling her head about, she realized why she couldn't move. They had her strapped to an examining table by her wrist and ankles. Her arms were up beside her head, bent at the elbows with her hands pulled tautly down toward the floor. Her legs were raised and spread wide apart, with her feet tied into the stirrups as if the doctor intended to hive her a pelvic examination. And she was stark naked. Alice threw back her head and vented her blood chilling terror: "Aaaaaaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeh!"