"Seduced young wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Desmond Robert)

CHAPTER FOUR

He gave his wife a resounding and painful slap on the upper surface of her thigh, felt the soft flesh give with his blow, and thought again of the pair of firm, slender thighs belonging to Lynn Shaffer.

"I'm talking about business, honey. Why don't you go below aft white I attend to a little pleasure?"

Kate stood up, rubbing the reddened place on her thigh where he had slapped her. She followed his gaze up to the bow of the boat.

"I just hope you hurt her as much as you hurt me," she complained.

"Whew, what a tiger!" Harry laughed, as he handed her his empty glass. "Take this with you when you go."

Kate took the glass, and turned, climbing out of the cockpit, made her way to the aft cabin, where she disappeared, unsmiling, down the companionway.

Harry watched her go. She was a good woman, he decided, and the best lay he'd ever had. That's why he'd married her, and that's why he'd stayed married to her for so long. But he couldn't stay faithful to one woman no matter how he tried. Not that he ever had tried. His attention returned to the problem at hand. Lynn lay on her stomach now, awake, gazing forward as the Vera cut her way through the calm seas. Harry couldn't take his eyes off the voluptuous curve of her spine as it arched in perfect symmetry up from her small, rounded buttocks, and disappeared enticingly under her long blonde hair.

Damn, he thought to himself, it would be so much nicer if she'd cooperate. But then he smiled, as he remembered some of the best fucks he'd ever had had come only after a pitched battle. Well, maybe he'd have to use the old "Uncle Harry" ploy, as he liked to call it. He'd have to have that bastard Hans' help, but he'd done that before, and the Dutchman knew just what was expected of him. Let Hans molest the girl just a little, and then the only person she could turn to would be old "Uncle Harry". And "Uncle Harry" was a past master at manipulating a sobbing girl's relief in having someone to talk to in a receptive state of sexual arousal. It wasn't the best way to get at a woman, but sometimes it was the only way. He decided that in Lynn's case, because she didn't even recognize any sexual advance short of rape, it was the only way.

Harry stood up, and walked back to where his burly captain was sitting lazily with one hand on the wheel. Harry knew he'd have to be careful how he handled him.

"I'm getting tired of waiting, Hans," he said, taking over the wheel at the same time.

"Waiting for what, Mr. Johnson?" Hans asked, though he knew very well what Johnson was tired of waiting for, and realized simultaneously that this cruise was going to be one of the good ones.

"Lynn Shaffer," stated Harry simply, and waited for Hans to make the next move.

"Oh yeah, right," said Hans, unable to keep from wetting his lips lewdly with a quickly darting tongue. "Well, Mr. Johnson, sir, it sure would be a shame to pass this one up."

"I don't have any intention of passing her up, Hans, and you know it. I'm just trying to decide on the best way to go about it."

Hans sneered inwardly at Harry's obvious discomfort in having to ask another man to do his advance work for him.

"Well sir," he said, "I could always warm her up a little, you know, knock her around some so she'd have to come running to you for help."

"No, not knock her around. You couldn't hurt her, you know that. But do you remember how you warmed up that little redheaded model from Miami, what was her name?"

"Kathy," Hans said. "Yeah, I remember her. And Lily, and Jo, and Shirley."

"That's right, Kathy. Well, I want you to work this one the same way. Get her down below, I'll take the wheel for a while. Give her a few drinks, and then just throw a little scare into her."

"Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I know exactly what you mean."

"But don't overdo it, Hans, you hear me? Just shake her up a little bit."

Hans looked Harry in the eye, and smiled obediently.

"Mr. Johnson, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

"All right, go on then. But just remember what I said."

Hans nodded as he leaned down to pick up his T-shirt from the deck beside him.

Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I'll remember what you said. I'll remember all the time I'm fucking the living shit out of the hot little bitch. Hans climbed out of the cockpit, trying to keep himself calm, trying to keep control of a great, lewd grin that threatened to twist his swarthy face into some kind of obscene Halloween mask.

He leaned over the side, scooped up a handful of seawater, and let its freshness turn his features into those of an efficient, polite, and almost humble servant.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Shaffer?"

Lynn twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow, and threw a frightened look up at Hans' obsequious face.

"Oh, my… you startled me."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that Mrs. Shaffer. I didn't mean to scare you." Hans smiled almost sweetly.

"No, no," Lynn said quickly, sitting up. "You didn't scare me, I just…" Her voice trailed off as she stared at the giant figure looming above her, half silhouetted by the late afternoon sun.

"Well, I'm sorry to have startled you then. Mr. Johnson asked me to take you down to the bar, and see if we couldn't get you fixed up with a little something."

"How kind of him. And of you, too, of course. I'd like that very much." Lynn took the hand Hans offered her, and was surprised at the ease with which he raised her from her sitting position. "Just let me get my robe and things."

Hans watched as the young woman bent to the deck, allowing her firmly rounded breasts to drop down as far as her bikini top would permit. His cock was already beginning to come to life, its first tentative hardening pushing insistently at the zipper of his jeans. If she saw that…

"I tell you what, Mrs. Shaffer? I'll go below and crack some ice…"

"No, I'm done, I'm ready." Lynn gathered up her suntan lotion, towel, and the books she'd been reading earlier, and then struggled to get her robe over one shoulder where it had fallen off.

"Here Ma'am, let me help you with that." Hans bent down over Lynn's tiny figure, and drew the robe up over her voluptuous shoulder, letting his hand run ever so lightly across the smooth, tanned flesh.

"Thank you," said Lynn, gathering her things up inside her towel. "I think I'm ready now."

Hans smiled, and led the way back along the rail to the main companionway, which led to the large cabin midships. He didn't look at Harry as he passed, but he knew Harry was looking at him.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson," Lynn said, "I didn't know it was already happy hour."

"For the last time, Lynn, the name is Harry," and he smiled warmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry… Harry… I forgot."

"Don't worry about it. Go on down below, and let Hans take care of you."

"That sounds good," Lynn replied. "I'll be right back."

Harry watched as his bookkeeper's beautiful body disappeared down the companionway. He looked at his watch, smiled to himself, and swung the Vera onto a southwest heading.

"What can I get for you," Hans asked, when they'd both reached Johnson's well stocked bar.

"Oh, I don't know. Something cool."

"How about a gin and tonic?"

"That's fine." Lynn set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and looked around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the furnishings, and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost. "I can't get over what a beautiful boat this is," she said, in an effort to break the curiously charged silence that surrounded them.

"Yeah, it is that." Hans mumbled.

Lynn waited for him to add something to his remark, and when he didn't…

"How long have you worked for Harry… for Mr. Johnson I mean."

"A couple of years."

Again Lynn waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate. She looked around the cabin again, and then back at Hans. It seemed to her that he was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic. She felt vaguely uneasy in his presence, vaguely threatened by his massive body, and the way his eyes never left her, even though he wasn't saying anything. She searched for some topic of conversation just to last until she had her drink and could go topside again.

"Uhh… I bet I can guess your astrology sign."

Hans looked at her. He saw her discomfort, and reveled in it.

"Go ahead and guess."

"Uhh… Taurus."

"Wrong."

"Scorpio?"

"Sorry."

"I give up, what is it?" Lynn asked wishing she'd never brought it up.

"Virgo." Hans' lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene challenge.

"Oh, I really can't believe that," Lynn giggled uncomfortably. Hans didn't laugh. He remained staring at her suggestively. "My, that gin and tonic is sure taking a long time," she said nervously. "Remind me not to have you bartend my next party." She forced a very weak laugh.

Hans paid no attention to the hint.

"Are you interested in astrology?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," Lynn replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?"

"Sure." Hans was enjoying himself, watching this small helpless girl so obviously intimidated by his overpowering manliness. "I've got a book about it I think you'd really like."

"Oh, do you really?" said Lynn lamely, wanting only to escape the suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze. "Well, I'd certainly love to see it some time."

"I'll get it for you," Hans said, making his way through the main cabin to the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin.

"Oh no," Lynn said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."

"No trouble at all. Come on." Hans opened the door to his cabin and stood to one side. "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful boat."

Lynn hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man in his own cabin. Hans came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced onto his face as much innocence as he could muster.

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no, of course not," Lynn blurted out. She felt ridiculous. Why was she so frightened of men? Nothing could happen to her for God's sake, not here on the boat. Other women would be pleased and flattered by Hans' obvious interest in them. What's the matter with me, she wondered. I'm not a little kid. Once this thought had crossed her mind, there was no return. She had to accept the challenge. "Nothing's the matter. I'd love to see the book."

A chill of excitement sped down Hans' spine as Lynn capitulated, and centered with a quivering tingle in his loins. He knew he had won, and he knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening. Not Johnson's warning not to overdo it, not Lynn's own screaming protestations, not even Neptune himself could stop him now from fucking her tight little cunt and exploding his cum up inside it with all the force of his powerfully surging body.

He breathed in the sweet scent of Lynn's voluptuous form as she brushed past him and stepped into his cabin. She walked the four steps to the end of the small space, and turned to him expectantly. Hans felt his huge cock seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to span those four steps between them in a single bound. He quickly turned to close the door after him, and felt pain as his massively pulsating penis began swelling faster than it ever had before, jerking upwards frantically, desperately searching for the tight, wet young vagina which would softly enfold its huge head and churning, writhing, twisting, suck it dry of its full load of searing, white hot sperm.

Hans tried to control his breathing. His chest was heaving now, and trying to stop it only made it worse. There was an unbelievable throbbing ache reaching out of his loins, grabbing his chest and twisting it mercilessly into a small tight knot. His legs began to quiver with the knowledge that they would soon be heaving between the sensuous young beauty's hotly sweating thighs.

Lynn was discomforted by the fact that Hans remained with his back to her. "Is anything the matter?" she asked.

"No…" Hans' voice squeaked as his throat suddenly contracted, choking off his breath. He cleared his throat, and desperately tried to bring his body under control. He couldn't. There was no time for playing around, no time for games, no time to try to ease into it. Hans turned the key in the lock of the door with a click that resounded through the cabin. And there was complete silence except for Hans' heavy, desperate breathing.

A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Lynn's body as she realized what the captain was planning to do. This is crazy, she thought wildly. What is he… He must be crazy. And all of a sudden Lynn knew that Hans was crazy. Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which threatened to destroy everything that stood between it and the consummation of its fearful passions. Lynn turned to ice as she realized that the only thing which stood in the way of the Dutchman's lust for satisfaction, was her own, helpless, defenseless body.

"Hans!" Lynn cried, trying to control the unreasoning fear in her voice. "What are you doing?"

The captain turned to her slowly, his face a mask of tortured desire. "What am I doing?" he echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the pocket of his jeans, which were stretched tight across his desperately struggling cock. "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get out. I'm just locking one door, and opening another."

Lynn watched in horror as Hans' hand moved slowly down to the zipper of his jeans and fumbled with the clasp.

"Oh, noooo…" The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears of fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face.

"That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Hans leered. "Why don't you try a little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck."

Lynn knew that Hans was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and the sea… She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful sailor finally freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, exposing first a few wiry male pubic hairs, and then the unGodly bulge of his massively throbbing flesh and then… Hans' lone, eagerly jerking cock sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out from his loins, growing all the time in size, swelling until Lynn though it would burst. The only thing she could think in her hysterical state was that the Dutchman wasn't wearing any underwear. Hans' giant, throbbing column jutted out through the zipper of his jeans like a spear, and Lynn felt the point already at her throat. He began to step toward her.

"No… Hans… please… don't do this…" and suddenly the realization hit her like a shot, that Hans was going to do it, was going to shove that huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling cunt, and she knew it would kill her.

She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and in those split seconds Hans crossed the short distance between them, and covered Lynn's small mouth with his own, engulfing it, devouring it. His arms shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth wrenching hers in a deep, brutal kiss.

Lynn strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking his wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands now bit through the material of her robe and dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully into his hardening genitals.

Hans explored every ridge and hollow of the helpless young housewife's velvet, wetly caverned mouth. He held her straining and taut, every muscle tensed to rigidity, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts squeezed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was pressed hard up against him. She tried desperately to move her head, and Hans caught her skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his again, deeper and harder.

Her small size made Lynn no match for this huge brute who held her so easily. His strength was just too much for her, and there was no way to break his hold. Instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could fool him, make him think he had hurt her, maybe then he would stop this brutal attack. Then she knew it was no use. Hans could kill her, and through his maddened lust he wouldn't even realize it.

His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing down over her softly rounded buttocks and cupping her small, tender breasts. Suddenly one of his hands reached around her back, and tore the catch on her bikini bra. His hand snaked under the flimsy top, and teased her nipple to instant hardness, and the warmth of that unexpected sensation stole through her veins and bloodstream. Unconsciously, she sucked the probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition, and felt the ripples of pleasure chase down through her loins and breasts and belly.

"Oh yes, baby, you like it… you pretend you don't but you like it." Hans' mouth had left hers and was now working its way down her neck and under her chin. She felt his hands peeling off her robe, fumbling with it, trying to get it off her arms. Now, her brain screamed, now is the time. She gathered all her strength and tried to tear herself from his grasp. She was free momentarily, then he reached out and caught her by the wrist, spinning her back into his bunk as though she were a toy doll.

"Now, you don't want to leave poor old Hansie here alone, do you? Then he'd only have himself to play with, and that's not as good as playing with you, baby, no it isn't."

"Oh God," she whimpered, watching as the husky sea captain unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, letting them fall off him and exposing the full power of his naked loins. He stood before her licentiously naked, his thick hard cock lancing out from his body, throbbing with expectancy. She stared unbelievingly as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began to stroke the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head.

"That's something, right baby?" Hans leered, reveling obviously in the shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "Well, just wait until I slip it into that little old cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it."

"Stop it! Stop it!" she shouted at him. But he didn't stop… only continued to grin at her as she lay as if glued to the hard bunk, watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand… the unbelievable thickness of it caused her subconscious to reel… He's going to kill me with it, my God…

The lust crazed sailor started toward her. "D-Don't come near me. Don't come… Please?"

"You want to take off that little bathing suit, baby, or would you like me to help you?"

Lynn lay there completely immobilized, frozen into semi-shock. She lay unmoving, as Hans' rough hands eased the panties of her bikini slowly, so slowly off her hips, over her thighs, his hands trailing gently along the inside of her legs. She felt a chill go up her spine. She moaned unknowingly with pleasure.

"That's right baby. You just take it easy while old Hansie gets you ready for the biggest fucking of your life."

Lynn was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her entire body, sending tingles through her skin like fire, hardening her nipples, and making the hidden cave of her cunt moist.

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her up against his lust-excited nakedness, crushing her small breasts flat to his powerful chest, his hands cupping the round full moons of her buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking shaft burrowed tightly into the smooth flesh of her belly.

"Oh baby, you're going to be a good one… yes you are… Oh, baby, I'm just going to fuck that little pink cunt of yours to death… just going to flip you on your back and throw those beautiful legs up over your head… and stuff this cock up that soft white belly 'til you can taste it."

"Oh God…" Lynn moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement his obscene description was arousing in her. "Oh please God no…"

The helpless young wife felt the bunk give slightly as Hans' powerful body moved up and over her. She quickly tried to close her legs, but Hans' knee was there first. No, this can't be happening to me!

"Why don't you just spread those beautiful little legs of yours, honey, and let old Hansie come home? He's got a great big cock here that's dying to squeeze itself into some little nest."

"No Hans… please God… Don't… Please!"

"Spread 'em, damn it!" he snarled, and reluctantly she opened her legs, exposing the glistening mouth of her cunt to his mercy. The captain lifted his other leg, and planted himself commandingly above her unwillingly spread cuntal lips. He placed his palms flat against the inside of her smoothly rounded thighs, his thumbs resting on the glistening pink folds of her cunt. Slowly, he drew the gently pulsating lips apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to his gaze. Slightly, almost imperceptibly, he drew his finger along the ridge of her tiny clitoris, and Lynn moaned in undesired rapture.

"Oh, that is pretty. That is just too pretty to resist." The huge sailor lowered his powerful bulk down on top of her, covering her small body with his massiveness. She moaned beneath his depraved attack. He held her tightly imprisoned with the weight of his strong, sinuous body, her head rolling back and forth wildly, while his hand sought his aching cock and ran the swollen head lightly along the moist, tender lips of her cunt, working it up and down briefly to part the sparse, soft, pubic hair, and then with a cry of delight thrusting it forward against the tight, cringing mouth of her reluctant cunt.

For one split second Lynn thought it wouldn't fit, that it would split her belly apart, and then she knew he was in her, the huge bulbous cock-head slipping wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping for breath. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!"

The helpless young girl kicked her legs out frantically in a futile attempt at relief, but the move only served to sink his expanding shaft of male-flesh still deeper into her traitorously yielding cunt. Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored up into her unwilling belly, expanding the moist walls until she was certain her thighs would split apart from the unrelenting pressure… then, his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her own, and she felt his sperm-bloated balls dangling heavily between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.

"God… please… stop!" Lynn cried out in pain.

But the sex-crazed captain didn't stop. He didn't give her a moment to adjust to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He immediately started fucking her like a wild bull. She gaped helplessly up at his lust-contorted face, searching for what lay behind that mask as he hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Then, all at once, her senses veered away from the searing pain of his brutal pounding, and centered on the tingling sensation that was slowly beginning to build up in the depths of her ravaged vagina.

Lynn drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her cock-stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of his thick pubic hair. As she arched her hips up, Hans withdrew his long blood-engorged shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained inside. She lifted her lewdly skewered loins up to him for fear he might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of her wetly seeping passage. She could feel the rubbery flesh-tip parting the walls of her heated cunt as it slid up inside her, and her grasping vagina closed tightly on the huge monster, the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its throbbing form to her brain. She hung suspended now on every moment of his long in-stroke, feeling pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her now only receptive cunt, she felt the twin sacs of his balls slapping lightly against her voluntarily spread buttocks. The sensation was wonderful, and Lynn opened her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even deeper.

Hans pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and as he slammed into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing themselves up and down her spine, each one vying for attention.

The sailor's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of sperm deep inside them, and Lynn could feel the life throbbing in them as they hung down against her naked buttocks. The driving motion of his long, thick penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through every part of her passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips up as she drove forward on the in-stroke, and pulling back as he retreated.

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Hans' already lust-engorged cock seemed to grow larger still and his fucking became faster and faster. His cunt-moistened cock slid with greater and greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping vagina, the walls of her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its full throbbing shape as it stirred her to even greater heights of pleasure. Lynn felt her whole body become part of her hungrily grasping cunt. She had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge fleshy shaft pounding crazily into her naked belly. She drew her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her excitedly trembling thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that she held clasped with such tremendous force in her fiery, hot womb.

Lynn felt as though her body were completely freed of any resistance to pleasure, and she felt added sensations streaming from her loins that she wanted, but couldn't identify. Then, she realized the captain's expert hands were moving over her buttocks, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed anus. When his finger suddenly pushed up inside its tight resistance, the tiny pain was nothing compared to the sensations of total surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her loins pounded to pieces by his giant column of throbbing flesh.

Her belly jerked uncontrollably as she felt the head of his huge cock swell up even larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing out hot liquid at any moment, but the growing spasms in her own quivering belly were the focus of her attentions now. Then, suddenly, his huge pillar of male-flesh sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long thick penis like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her hotly sucking womb.

"Oooooooohhhhh! Oooooooooo! AAAwwwwggggg!" She screamed out her ecstasy as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky cum from its own climax. She could feel every drop of the liquid bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response to the pleasure. She jammed her lust-hungry cunt as tightly as possible against the wildly jerking cock inside her, and her frantically contracting pussy erupted with her own joyous cum.

"Aaaaaaaaawwwwggggg!" Her scream echoed around inside her head as the explosive searing passion in her body soared to the pinnacle of delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man tensed above her impassionedly writhing body, and pulled him down hard against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh. She arched her wide-spread buttocks up to receive all of the squirting hot fluid she could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed up her wildly contracting hair-covered base and ran slowly down the crevice of her uptilted white buttocks. It seemed to go on forever until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.

The two spasmodically twitching bodies slowly became still, and the fo'c'sle of the Vera was filled with an unearthly stillness.

"Christ," said Hans, the first to come to his senses. "Christ!"

Lynn moaned softly. Hans looked down at her appreciatively.

"Baby," he said, "You are the best Goddamn woman I ever in my life laid."

Lynn's eyes were still closed as she smiled weakly. "Never…" she tried to say, "I have never…" Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, baby, I feel the same way."

Suddenly Lynn's face clouded over. As her consciousness began to take its rightful place after her mindless passion, she first remembered who she was, then she remembered where she was, and lastly she remembered who the man was who was still lying with his softened cock resting quietly in her cunt, surrounded by the oceans of their lewdly mingled cum.

Lynn could not open her eyes. She could not bear to look up and discover that the man who had given her so much pleasure was not her husband.

"Leave… please," she mumbled.

"What was that?" Hans mumbled.

"Leave… please… go away."

Hans looked down at the small woman he had so completely mastered, and yet who had given him so much pleasure.

"Sure, baby, I'll leave you alone… for now. But I'll see you again."

"No…" Lynn whimpered, "I… never… I will never…"

"Sure you will, baby. There's no turning back now. You've been introduced to a whole new world, and you know something? You ain't seen nothing yet."

"Please…"

"I'm leaving, I said. Just let me get my Goddamn pants on." Hans stood up and buttoned his jeans, and threw his T-shirt casually over his shoulder. "I know your type, baby. I know it well. You're awake now, and there's no more going to sleep. So I'll be seeing you again."

"Oh no… no."

"Oh yes, yes." Hans opened the door, and walked out of the cabin without looking back at the huddled, sobbing figure on his bunk.