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Susan knew there were at least two other people in the room; she had heard a woman's voice telling Jerry to bring her in, and Jerry had told her he was taking her to meet a man he knew-to "perform for him" was how he had put it. He had awakened her from an exhausted sleep by pounding on her door, and though she hadn't wanted to, she had of course let him in. She didn't care what he did to her; she would be dead by the end of the day anyway. Suicide was the only way out.

She had opened the door naked, but Jerry had only leered at her contemptuously. "Put some clothes on, bitch," he growled. "I'm taking you to meet a friend of mine. He wants to see you perform."

"Oh no." Susan moaned hopelessly.

Jerry slapped her face. "Get dressed, I said."

She got dressed. She told herself again that she didn't care any more, but she knew she was lying. The slap had gotten to her. She would perform for Jerry's friend, whoever he was. One more humiliation, she thought, the old mixture of shame and anticipation twisting inside her. Maybe Jerry would tie her up. The thought made her heart beat faster, and she hated herself for it. This is the last time, she thought. One last dirty thrill, and then the bottle of sleeping pills she kept in the medicine cabinet.

Tom would be better off without her.

"Let's go," Jerry said.

She went with him. Downstairs, in his car, he took out what looked like an elasticized bandage and put it around her head so that it covered her eyes. She couldn't see a thing.

"What's that for?" she asked, raising a hand to it.

Jerry slapped the hand down. "Leave it alone," he ordered. "And shut up." He started the car. They drove for about half an hour, but she had no idea where they were going. She felt particularly helpless, not being able to see. She wondered what people seeing her would think. Probably only that she'd just had an operation or something.

Finally they stopped. Jerry pulled her out of the car, and she felt herself being guided across a street, and then into some kind of building. Then they were in an elevator, going up. Then some sort of room, where they waited for what seemed like a long time, until at last she heard the voice say, "Bring her in."

Jerry grabbed her arms and pulled them hard up behind her back. She cried out and went up on her toes to relieve the pressure, but he only pushed them up further, twisting her wrists. She began to moan as the pain spread through her, along with the sweet, terrible excitement.

"Move," Jerry ordered, pushing at her arms. Gasping and whimpering, she stumbled forward under his brutal guidance, through a doorway and into another room, where she knew there were at least two people, a man and a woman.

Jerry positioned her where he wanted her, and let her go. "There she is," he said.

"Good work, Jerry," she heard the woman say. "Now show Mr.show our friend here what she's all about."

"Just look at the bitch," Jerry said. "She's a kinked-out whore, that's what she's about. She's a weird little slut who loves to be knocked around and tied up and have the hell fucked out of her. Right, Susan? Tell them."

"Yes." Susan gasped.

"Tell them what you are, Susan-slut. Like you told the boys, remember?"

She remembered. It seemed like a long time ago. She felt her face burning. "I-I'm a slave," she whimpered into the void. "A slave and a whore. A cocksucker. A.a piece of shit."

"Enough talk," Jerry snapped. "Take your damn clothes off."

Susan trembled. She was to strip herself naked in front of a man who was not only a stranger-she should be used to that by now-but whom she couldn't even see. She couldn't do it-but she knew she would. She had to.

Trying to control her ragged breathing, she brought her hands to the hem of her sweater and pulled it up over her head. She had worn underwear today, having had no instructions not to. She dropped the sweater and opened her slacks, then pushed them down and stepped out of them. She hesitated. No one spoke. The strange man, she realized, had not spoken at all. It was eerie. Her hands shook as she reached back to open the catch of her bra, and she knew a blush was suffusing her whole body as she pulled it off, exposing her taut-nipples breasts to his mysterious gaze. Her breath was audible in the room. She pushed her panties down, let them drop. She was naked. She resisted an impulse to cover herself with her hands; she just stood there, letting the people she couldn't see see her.

"Want me to tie her up?" she heard Jerry say. "She goes crazy for that."

Yes, Susan thought. Please, yes.

"No, thank you," the woman's voice said. "That's fine, Jerry. You can go now."

"No!" Susan cried reflexively. "Jerry-" She broke off with a wail as she heard the door close.

"Jerry is gone," the woman's voice said. "You won't see him any more. You have a new master now, Susan. Go to him. Get down on your knees and crawl to him. Now!"

"Oh god." Susan slowly lowered herself to her knees. Then, whimpering, she began to crawl on all fours, moving blindly across the floor.

She heard the sound of a zipper opening.

She crawled toward it.

She stopped when her head touched something. A pair of legs-the man's? Then she felt a hand in her hair, pulling her head up, making her gasp with the pain in her scalp. Something rubbed against her face. A cock! A naked, erect prick was sliding over her face, moving deliberately back and forth, leaving a thin, slimy trail. With a helpless, eager cry she opened her mouth wide, trying blindly to capture it with her lips, whimpering with frustration when it avoided her. She heard the woman laugh dilightedly.

Then suddenly it was there at her mouth, the hand in her hair pulling her urgently forward. Joyfully she took it in. "Swallow that thing!" she heard the woman order. "Take it all!" But she didn't need the command, even if the man had left her a choice. The cock filled her mouth, pushing its way irresistibly deeper, its tip striking the back of her palate and then probing farther, stabbing at her throat. With a muffled moan she swallwed it, her tongue caressing the marauding shaft, her lips sucking at the base in an attempt to pull even more of it inside her. It was so big, and so beautifully brutal. She wanted to strangle herself on it.

She heard the man gasp, and gloried at finally bringing a sound from him, no matter how small. He pulled her head back and then forward again, jerking it rhythmically back and forth over his cock, and she sucked him with all of her skill and passion, sucked him with lips and throat and tongue, her cries stifled by his fleshy pole, her body on the verge of climax from the lovely pain and from her fantastic self-abasement as she eagerly sucked the cock of this man she had never seen.

Then, without warning, he pulled away from her. She gave a moan of disappointment as his hands let go of her hair, but a second later she felt them on her body, turning her around, positioning her on her hands and knees, facing away from him. Then the hands were spreading the cheeks of her ass, and the hard, powerful cock was probing between them.

She drew in her breath sharply as he breached the opening of her anus, then gave a shriek of joyful agony as he pushed forward, forcing his cock deeply into her tight asshole. He drew back slightly and then plunged again, his hard pole battering at the narrow passage. His hands slid around to clutch at her dangling breasts. He squeezed them as he fucked his way up her ass, squeezed them rhythmically and hard, his strong fingers scissoring the nipples. Susan gave a loud, animal-like cry, and then she came.

She was still spasming as she felt him withdraw from her ass. Weak and trembling, she knelt there on all fours, panting and sweating, her head hanging, her hair touching the floor. But then he was moving her again, pushing her down, turning her over. Lying on her back, she felt him come down on top of her, his legs forcing hers apart. She responded with a sharp moan, her hips arching reflexively to meet him. His cock slid easily into her moist and eager cunt, burying itself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

It seemed to fill her to her very guts. Her body jerked and squirmed, but her movements were limited by the weight of the man above her. He was lying full-length on top of her, crushing her beneath him. Her breasts were mashed against his chest; she could hardly breathe for the pressure. The feeling drove her wild, and when he seized her wrists in his powerful hands, stretching her arms high ove her head and pinning them to the floor, she nearly went insane. Stretched, crushed and helpless beneath a man she couldn't see, she whipped her head from side to side and shrieked and babbled and cursed and pleaded with him to fuck her.

He fucked her that way for a long time. Susan came, and came again, and again. Each time was better than the last, until she couldn't keep track any more, and then she was lost in a land of continual coming, continual passion, and pain, and helplessness, and she knew it could not go on for even one more moment, and she wanted it never to stop.

She felt it inside her when he climaxed, felt him exploding deep in her pussy, and it set her off one last time, and this time ti was as though she had shattered into a thousand pieces, and lay broken and glittering on the floor.

His body was still on top of her, though unmoving now. She heard him panting close to her face. Her head was whirling and her own breath was loud in her ears. His grip on her arms loosened, and then, through the dizziness, she heard him speak at last.

"Fantastic!" he said breathlessly.

The voice.she couldn't.what was.But before she could get her thoughts together, she felt his hands on her face, and her blindfold was being removed.

The sudden light blinded her. She was able only very slowly to open her eyes, and then had to blink hard several times to get things in focus.

Then, finally, she looked up into the face of the man above her.

And she began to scream.