Gloria Day: House of dark pleasure

His chest, belly and legs were covered with thickly matted hairs and below his massive penis, huge balls were encased in tightly stretched flesh.

He cupped his gross testicles, moved to the foot of the bed, stared up into Doris' vulva. "Fuck," he muttered. "I-I'm gonna fuck!"

He stretched out a long arm, gripped one of Doris' feet, moved it toward the side of the bed – then did the same with her other foot.

The silk-encased legs formed a gleaming V to the shredded slit at the crotch. Willis panted as he stared up into the wet pinkness. "Fuck," he mumbled again.

He climbed over the end of the bed, breathing heavily, and crawled between the outstretched legs. His hairy thighs pressed against Doris' soft silkiness. He reached under himself, gripped his throbbing shaft, steered it toward the wet, waiting opening.

His breath panted onto Doris' face as she lay still, as though she were a doll.

The hard, round ball of lust pried at the vaginal lips.

"Small," Willis complained, "so small!" He jerked his body angrily, and Doris' belly quivered under the thrust. The head of his penis probed again at the small, tight vagina – then Willis jerked his shoulders upward. "Let me…" he panted into Doris' face, "… let me do it!" He dragged a hand upward then slapped the drugged girl's face. "You-you gotta…" he moaned in childish rage. "Mama said I could!" He slapped Doris' face again, and her head rolled with the blow. A deep pinkness suffused her cheek where the palm of his hand had hit.

He reached under his body again, with both hands this time; gripped Doris' thighs, spread them apart into an agonizing, strained split. "I wanna fuck…" he half-cried.

His body lurched again – and this time the end of his shaft penetrated the slithery vaginal opening and slid inside.

"Oooheeh – ooheeeh!" Willis shrilled as he felt the soft walls gripping his lurching organ. "Inside – oooheehh – my cock's inside!" He squirmed his whole body with lustful delight.

"Squeeeeze!" he squealed. "Squeeze my cock, nice tight pussy!"

He drove himself inward, causing the stretched vaginal walls to be forced open even more widely. Doris' body jerked upward as he thrust inward. He pressed his face onto Doris', groped for her mouth with his wet, slavering lips – then kissed her with slimy hunger. "I-I don't need Mama to help me," he mumbled when he drew his head back, "I can do it myself all by myself!"

His throbbing organ, swelling and pulsing, thrust inward again – then withdrew, slid in, slipped out. "Oooheeeh," he shrilled, "fuck – fuck – ooheeeh!"

He screwed his organ in and out with ever-increasing strength and speed. Doris' body had become a jerking mass of tortured flesh as his climax began.

"Squirt…" he screamed suddenly, "I'll squirt inside you." He dragged in a gasp of air as his organ contracted, expanded. "Right inside your pussy all so hot so wet…" he babbled as his crest neared. "Aaaargh!" He let out a deep groan then writhed his body wildly. The slitted lips in the rounded head of his organ opened, emitted a scalding spurt of juice, then closed – opened again, spurted again. "Ooooheeeh aaargh! Fuck – fuck your hot pussy!" His voice went high, then racking tremors shook his body as he expended the last squirts of his juice.

The long shaft softened, reduced in size, became limp.

Willis lay on top of Doris, breathing deeply, languorous with satiation. "Nice pussy," he mumbled, licking at Doris' face like a cat. "Nice soft cunt! Hot pussy!" He smiled, idiotically. "Hot an' wet!"

He let his penis slide out of Doris' vulva; then he squirmed himself down to the foot of the bed, stared in between her grotesquely stretched open legs. "White inside…" he mumbled, "… my white stuff all inside!" He smiled, as though he'd performed a clever feat. "Nice fuck – nice pussy fuck!" He stroked the insides of her thighs, then fondled the wet tissue inside the lips of her vagina.

"Again," he said slowly. "Mama said – enjoy yourself – I'm gonna do it again…" He started to stroke his reawakening penis with expectant desire. "Again an' again…" he mumbled, "I can do it again an' again – as many times as I want!"

The shaft was stiffening, so he guided it to the vaginal entrance again. This time it was easier; Doris' vulva was still curled open from the previous onslaught of his huge penis – it slid in smoothly, sensuously, stretching the abused and fragile tissue without effort. Willis grunted in satisfaction.

Downstairs in the sitting room, Basil Marston slammed down his glass. "D'you realize what time it is?" he snapped to Mildred. "He's been up there with that-that poor kid – for four hours!"

She didn't even glance up from the book she was reading.

Basil leaned forward, spoke urgently. "It's midnight." He tapped the face of his watch. "That stuff'll be wearing off!"

Mildred looked up this time. "Oh, Basil – let the poor boy have his fun!"

"Fun!" Basil looked startled then angry. "D'you call raping a young, drugged girl fun?"

Mildred snapped shut her book. "Don't act so Goddamned righteous." She paused, then: "After what I know about you…"

"Don't go into that…" he muttered.

She gave him a cat-like smile. "If I did go into that, there'd be criminal proceedings against you – not just being struck off…"

"I said – don't go into that," said Basil, more loudly. He took a deep breath. "Like I just said – that stuff'll be wearing off."

"What was it anyway?" asked Mildred curiously. "Just what exotic solution did you inject into that girl?"

"Exotic is right," he muttered. "It's some stuff they use in the Far East when someone's in agonizing pain – it dulls everything – deadens the nerves…"

"Some herbal remedy…" Mildred's voice was disdainful.

"Hardly that," Basil said. "It's strong – can be deadly – stuff."

"But it just lasts four or five hours?"

"Depends on the dosage," he murmured. "That's all I gave her." He glanced at his watch again. "By God – isn't that long enough for that damned stud to do his thing."

"Don't call him a stud," said Mildred. "He's just-just a normal, developing male – with normal instincts." She dropped her eyes as she spoke.

"Normal!" Basil gave a mocking laugh, then stopped suddenly. "You'd better go an' drag your normal son off his latest victim!"

Mildred glared at Basil angrily, then got to her feet. "I suppose I'd better go up." She smoothed down her skirt. "Willis'll have to carry her back to her room before she comes to – it wouldn't do to have her come round in the attic!"

"Is that what you got her out here for," asked Basil, "so that your son could rape her, abuse her an' amuse himself with her body?"

"No!" Mildred spoke, emphatically. "I really needed a secretary – that's why I advertised!"

Basil shook his head in anger or despair as Mildred swept from the room.

Doris Dainton had come across the small advertisement when she was scanning the classified ads in a New York paper. Though she already had a job – had held it for six months, in fact – with a New York realtor, she still continued to glance, al beit casually, at openings for secretarial assistants.

Secretary, the ad had said, for country estate management, rental, etc. Top salary, accommodation and board in fine old Maine residence. Age 21-25, single and unattached. Please enclose recent photo with application to Mrs. Mildred Wynton, Romily Manor, Romily, Maine.

Doris had read it twice, then thought about it. She was the right age, twenty-three, and she was single – and, she added to herself with a trace of bitterness, completely unattached.

Since Bruce had walked out on her two weeks ago, she couldn't have been more unattached! So maybe, just maybe, a change of scenery would be good for her morale.