Unckown - The Willing Mrs. Talbot

Faster and faster the big man rammed his cock into the woman's aching asshole. Maggie watched in fascination and horror as the vicious assault continued. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be taken so brutally, but found it impossible to even dream of such a thing.

As the huge prick continued to assault the woman's poor, tender bum, Maggie could do nothing but gaze at the twisting bodies, her mind completely blank, now. She saw the prick slithering in and out of Laurel's asshole with a hard, vicious force, and saw the woman jerking spasmodically with delight.

The huge cock was throbbing in Laurel's bum tunnel now, pounding with the blood that was tearing through it. She groaned and gasped, using her rectal muscles to urge the man on, shuddering with the approach of the orgasm she could feel building in his fevered flesh.

E.G. Talbot was gasping and shuddering uncontrollably, now, the violent waves of greed racing through his flesh. His prick was on fire in the woman's asshole, surging with the awesome need the organ had.

"I'm going to come, bitch, going to come soon," the big man moaned, thickly.

"Yes, come in me, E.G., come in my bum, now," she urged, grinding her buttocks against his thrusting loins.

They were in perfect rhythm and time, now, moving forward and backward as one.

The big man shuddered and moaned, pumping his tool in and out of her asshole with a frenzy, now, all his self-control completely overwhelmed by his lust. He twisted and turned inside of her, then suddenly gasped as the climax exploded in his loins.

The woman sobbed with delight as she felt the come pumping furiously from his prick, splashing against her inner walls with a boiling savagery. She sobbed and backed into him, greedily holding the spurting tool in her asshole with her muscles.

"Ohh, God, it's so wonderful, E.G.," she cried, twisting and turning as the man buried his bursting weapon completely in her hole. "Come in me, Master, come in me, yes!"

The man shuddered violently a few more times, jerking his body in spasms of release. Maggie watched as the passion drained out of him, his-orgasm so powerful, that it shook his entire frame. Finally he pulled away from the woman, moaning softly as the last, lingering tremors subsided in his aching loins.

Laurel sobbed once more, slipping to the floor, exhausted by all that she had endured. The big man stared at her for a moment, then nudged her with his foot.

"Get up, scum," he hissed breathlessly. "You have lots to do around here! You don't have time to lay on the floor and rest!"

Groaning with pain and exhaustion, the woman pulled herself upright by means of the bar and stood, trembling uncontrollably. He nodded and she quickly moved across the room, dressing herself once more.

E.G. Talbot adjusted his clothing and turned to where Maggie was sitting, staring at him intently. He smiled as he approached her, the grin on his face one of confidence and satisfaction.

"Now, perhaps you understand," he said quietly to the trembling young woman. "This is a hard family, you have to work to measure up to my standards, woman!"

Maggie nodded dully. "I'm beginning to understand that."

He laughed again and suddenly clasped one of his big, meaty hands over her breast. She gasped as he gave her precious sphere a harsh squeeze through her night gown and robe. "You'll learn, you'll learn or you'll lose," he warned.

She stared up into his eyes, ignoring the cruel, throbbing pain in her breast and glaring at him intently. "I don't intend to lose, E.G.," she said, coldly.

The man laughed again and released her tit, backing away from her. "Perhaps," he said, evenly. "Perhaps you will at that, Maggie!"

Then he turned and left the room and Maggie was alone with her thoughts. She took a sip of her now, cold coffee and grimaced at the bitterness of it. An emptiness flowed through her at that moment, a sour despair that she could not name but only fear. She had no idea what lengths she would have to got to, to protect herself and her husband, but she would do whatever was needed to accomplish that. It was too late to turn back now. E.G. Talbot had made sure of that, a long time ago.

In all families, there is rivalry. It is a fact of nature, that has existed since time, began. Siblings fight for supremacy, the young attempt to defeat the old. This is life, and there is little that can be done to change it.

In some families, however, the ancient combat can take an evil and twisted turn. The normal jealousy becomes fierce and savage, the natural passion to overcome, turns to obsession.

All this was feared by Maggie Talbot, for she had come to the conclusion that the Talbot's were insane. They had gone past the point of mere indulgence, past the limits of natural combat. What was going on between them was primal, mortal war.

To her, this battle she had suddenly found herself engaged in was something much more than a mere jockeying for a positive image in a father's eyes. Much more than a parent simply setting his sons against each other for amusement.

To Maggie's way of thinking, the depths to which this perversion of the natural order of things ran deeper than anything she had ever known. There was great danger here, and she feared now for herself, as well as her husband.

She was all too aware of the, fact that she might have to become as twisted as the rest of them, to defeat the evils themselves. She might well have to go E.G. one better in his madness, in an attempt to save Dash and herself.

She was walking in the large, beautiful garden that afternoon, inhaling the sweetness of the flowers, feeling the pleasing warmth of the sun on her shoulders as she moved beneath its nearly sensual glow.

It was quite amusing in one way, that the peace and calm of the garden was a counterpoint to the madness of the house beyond it. That such calm and beauty could exist side by side with such evil was really quite funny.

But she was not laughing. She could not find any real humor in her situation. Cold dread was raging in her soul, and she often shivered as if it were freezing outside, rather than warm and comforting.

She sat down on the grass and stared at the flowers, as if she could find some answer to her problem within their beauty. She gazed at them intently, but they told her nothing. The flowers had no secrets or solutions to reveal.

After awhile she heard movement on the path and turned to see Nola Talbot coming her way. The woman's face was etched with sweetness and charming affection, but her eyes were cold, betraying the hatred Maggie knew lay behind them.

Nola stopped beside the girl, gazing down at her pointedly. "Taking it easy, I see," she said casually. "It must be nice to be able to relax."

"I was asking them a question," Maggie replied, softly.

Nola laughed. "And what question might that be?"

"I was asking them how you deal with evil," Maggie said, turning an equally cold smile on the woman above her. "I thought they might not, since they are so beautiful, and obviously good!"

Nola did not appear to be disturbed by Maggie's pointed remark. "Good often hides evil," she whispered softly. "And evil, often is the good we are searching for! Don't you think that's true?"

"Only if you live in a world of illusions," Maggie said, coldly. "Only if you are so mad, that you must twist everything around to suit your purpose."

Nola laughed, again, nudging the young woman with her sharp, pointed shoe. "You know nothing about what you are saying," she hissed. "You are the one that lives in a world of dreams!"

"I suppose you can claim a better understanding of reality," laughed the young woman. "I suppose you can say what is real and what is not."

"I know what exists for me," snarled the woman, her voice low and measured now. "I know how to survive in this world. Do you?"