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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Hans Piemmel had gone to bed as soon as Harry relieved him from the watch, and had fallen asleep immediately. But only an hour later he woke, prodded to consciousness by his sailor's ear, an ear that listened to his ship, the wind, and the sea, even while he slept. He lay quietly for a minute, trying to isolate the one sound which had waked him from all the others filtering into the darkness of his cabin.

Unable to decide what had disturbed him, he did not go back to sleep, as so many landlubbers would, but immediately rose and pulled on his tight blue jeans, and reached for the flashlight lying by his bed. A man could never turn his back on the sea, even while he slept, and the burly captain of the Vera had stayed alive many times because he followed through on what had only been intuition. Perhaps what had waked him had only been the faint tapping of some sixth sense on the sleep-fogged panes of his mind, but Hans knew better than to ignore that tapping.

Padding softly up the fore companionway on his bare feet, his ears attuned to the whispering night, Hans slid back the hatch cover, and raised his head into the rapidly lifting darkness. The motor sounded fine, no problem there, and the weather was holding clear and calm. Hans listened a while, and almost decided he'd answered a false alarm, when he heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning. Stepping up the companionway ladder two more steps, he peered into the early morning light, over the raised deckhouse, back into the cockpit.

What he saw there caused a lewd grin to flit momentarily across his face, and his insatiable cock to stir hungrily against the zipper of his jeans. What he saw was Harry Johnson leaning lazily back against the side of the cockpit, and the familiar form of Lynn Shaffer, propped on one arm, between his legs on the floor of the cockpit, one hand wrapped lovingly around the base of Harry's massive cock, her mouth and darting tongue tickling the bulbous head insanely. Hans' grin was wiped off his face and replaced by a look of cunning calculation. Quickly, and silently, he descended the ladder, retraced his steps to his bunk, and reached underneath to pull out his faded duffel bag. Tearing the drawstrings apart, he searched inside until he found the leather case containing his camera and film, and quickly began to load his most light sensitive film into the camera. He could only work with available light, so the pictures wouldn't be great, but the sky was beginning to lighten up considerably and if he waited he might miss his chance completely. Besides, the pictures didn't have to be that good. The threat of having good pictures was enough.

Coming stealthily up on deck, Hans crawled forward until only his head showed over the deckhouse. He managed to squeeze off five shots on a slight time exposure before Harry began spurting his burning hot seed into the young woman's eagerly waiting mouth. Hans' vicarious excitement in witnessing this scene was cut short as Lynn suddenly stood up, and quickly began to make her way toward the front of the boat. Hans spun around, hurried on his knees to the open hatch cover, and twisted his body down into it. He paused slightly, allowing Lynn to notice him, and then disappeared down the hatch, holding his right arm above his head as he descended so that Lynn could not mistake the object he held in his hand for anything but a camera. Once below, he sauntered to his cabin, and grinned with satisfaction as he flopped down on his bunk. His lips formed around a slight, off-key whistle, and his hands worked to remove the exposed film from its container.

Above, Lynn remained as if rooted to the spot where she stood. Her mind jumped crazily and abruptly from the frustration and shame she had just been through in the cockpit with Harry, and settled with fearful finality on this new development: Hans had been taking pictures while she and Harry…

Oh no, what do I do now? For one split second Lynn had a vision of herself in hell, tormented by unseen demons, unable to take a single step without raising from her path hideous forms that tore at her naked body and ran their slathering tongues over her smooth pink flesh, leering at her with smoldering eyes and toothless gums. She turned hysterically back to the cockpit, and was confronted with the spectacle of Harry stuffing his huge, deflated penis into his pants. She stared at his massive cock as though it had become a living creature that threatened her with annihilation, that was capable of ripping her body apart at the slightest whim. Again she whirled, moving forward quickly on the boat, desperately trying to find some escape from this floating, pitching, circle of hell. But there was none. She rushed across the deck, trying blindly to make her way aft, but smashed her shin against the teak wall of the deckhouse and sank to the deck, whimpering softly, clutching her battered shin in both hands, utterly defeated.

Her downfall was complete, she thought, as the hysterical core of her mind was gradually haloed by a desperate lucidity. Not only had she been the victim of some unGodly metamorphosis aboard the Vera, from saint to sinner, but that transition had been recorded and filed on film, to be used… how? Again, Lynn could not escape the only possible conclusion: Hans was going to show those pictures to her husband, Mark. And what would Mark do? Lynn shuddered. What would any man do if he saw his wife willingly sucking another man's cock?

There was only one way out of her predicament, Lynn knew. She had to get those pictures from Hans at whatever cost; and to destroy them. She stood up, flexing the pain out of her shin, and walked with surprising determination to the forward companionway, which led down into the darkness of the main cabin below. She was less frightened now, her hysteria cooled by sobering necessity. Unhesitatingly, she lowered her small, luscious body into the darkness below.

Hans had just finished unloading his camera, when he heard her knocking with surprising force on the door of his cabin. Sooner than I thought, he said to himself, an evil grin spreading across his face. He rose, walked over to the door, but had to step back as Lynn threw it open, and stepped into the cabin. Her small, delicious breasts were heaving up and down from the intensity of her emotions, and she was clearly unaware that she stood in front of her tormentor clad only in the half-open robe she'd been wearing upstairs.

"Good evening, Mrs. Shaffer, Ma'am," Hans said mockingly. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Lynn hesitated, intimidated by the tone of his voice. Her confusion and fear returned to her, constricting her throat to the extent that she could only manage an affirmative nod. She pulled her flimsy robe over her lusciously inviting body, but knew she couldn't hide its voluptuous curves and hidden recesses from the piercing eye of the sailor's imagination.

"Well now," Hans said, reveling in the discomfort his look caused her as it stripped the unsubstantial piece of terrycloth from her quivering body, "speak up. Don't tell me I have to stand here and guess?"

Gathering the robe even closer to her, Lynn managed to force a whisper from her paralyzed throat.

"That camera…"

"You'll have to speak up, baby. I'm a little hard of hearing." Hans was having a great time.

"You had a camera…" Lynn's voice could scarcely be heard, and it trailed off into silence.

Hans paused, and then went back to sit on the edge of his bunk.

"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I did," he grinned. "I was just trying to get some shots of the sun rising. Didn't get any though. Got up on deck a little too early. Too bad. Had to settle for just a few scenic shots… you know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?"

"You mean you didn't… I mean… did you…?" Lynn faltered, confused, almost half-believing his little joke. Her hope was short-lived.

"… get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a statement. Very exciting photographs – I, for one, really think they ought to be published."

Lynn's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, and her voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone.

"Hans, please, you've got to give me those pictures… please."

"Give 'em to you. What do you mean? If we sell 'em, to the right people that is, we'll both make a lot of money, don't you see? These pictures could be very profitable for both of us."

"Stop it!" Lynn screamed, unable to take any more of his cuteness, "Stop playing with me! I've got to have those pictures!"

Hans' face suddenly hardened, and a fire slowly began to kindle itself in his eyes.

"All right, baby, I'll give you the pictures…"

Lynn couldn't believe her ears. She started to say something, but he stopped her.

"… but you can't expect me to give up my share in the profit we were going to make off 'em, can you now?"

"But, I can't…" Lynn stuttered, "I don't have any money."

"I'm not talking about money, baby," he retorted, "money will come later. What I'm talking about is something a little different."

Lynn gasped as she read his meaning in the lust-excited pupils of his cruel eyes. Ah God, she thought to herself, he can't mean… I can't. Not again. Her thoughts forced themselves into her throat, and she heard herself saying, "No… I won't… you can't do this…"

"But I can baby," Hans sneered, "Don't you realize I can do anything I want with you now? All I've got to do is show these pictures to Mark Shaffer, and you've lost yourself a husband."

"No, Mark wouldn't… he would understand. He could never believe that I would…"

"Not even with the evidence right in front of him?" the sadistic sailor interrupted.

"No… never… he wouldn't…"

"All right, honey, then try this one on for size." Hans stood up, and walked over to her. "I understand your husband and Harry Johnson have a little business deal cooking, that right? Never mind answering, I know it's right. Well, let me ask you a question. What if I went to Harry Johnson, and said I wanted some money for these pictures?" Hans smiled as Lynn turned her delicate body away from his, and saw that she did not follow what he was saying. "Let me put it this way. There are two people in those pictures, baby, not just you. Well suppose I went to that other person, Harry Johnson, and said that you, and me, and your little husband had all decided we needed a little money. And then, suppose I told him we had decided to work together." Hans smiled sadistically as Lynn turned slowly to him, her face tortured by the sudden realization of what he was saying. "And then suppose I told him we decided to plant you between his legs, so we could take some nice little pictures of the two of you together."

"No!" Lynn screamed. "You couldn't! You wouldn't!"

"Yes, baby I could and I would." Hans' voice hardened again, and he reached out and spun Lynn's frail body into his powerful manliness. Grasping her shoulders with his huge hands, he lifted her almost off the floor, and held her close to his vicious, twisted face. "You are my property now, baby, and I can do anything I want to with you. 'Cause if you don't go along with everything I say, I will show those pictures to Johnson, and say you were in on it, and then you can kiss that little business deal good-bye!"

Lynn's mind rebelled hopelessly at what he was saying, but she knew he was right. He held an absolute control over her now, and there was absolutely nothing she could to about it. She went limp in his arms knowing that she was totally defeated, knowing that her shame was complete, and that from this moment on she would be living in a hell governed by the mad, sex-crazed sailor who held her so close. Her head dropped, and she did not even offer the slightest resistance as Hans Piemmel lifted her easily from the floor and deposited her in the same bunk where he had taken her so cruelly the first time.

She didn't protest as he peeled the robe from her impassive shoulders, but stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling above her head, knowing that whatever might come, there was no use fighting it. She had lost all her weapons the minute Hans' camera had caught her performing fellatio on Harry Johnson, and she lay defenseless now before the impending assault by the sadistic captain of the Vera. This was her last chance, she vaguely thought, and perhaps she could plead with him now. Maybe he would understand. She looked away, staring out the porthole into the coming morning, and realized that this was a futile hope. Nothing could stop the brutal seaman from exploiting her now. Then, suddenly, his lips pressed tightly against the naked flesh of her belly, causing her to squirm and almost faint with shocked surprise.

The sudden wet contact sent a chill of undesired excitement racing up the length of Lynn's spine. Her eyes glazed over as he dropped his lips down to the swelling mound of her pussy, spreading the softly curling pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue slowly into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina. Oh God! Lynn moaned and jumped at the touch of his tongue against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris. She watched with fearful eyes as he stood and stared at her soft blonde pussy-hair and the wide, throbbing lips of her openly splayed pussy. They seemed to beg for him, to call out to be touched more and be kissed, and the hardness of his penis ached and made him quiver as he dug into her thighs fiercely with his fingers. Then he slithered forward, up upon the wanton slit between the girl's trembling thighs, down to where his face was just above her vaginal flesh. In shocked realization, Lynn saw what the sailor was going to do to her, and she sucked in her breath in horror.

"No… no, Hans. Please God… not that! It's awful!" She moaned and twisted, but Hans' heavy grip held her in bondage. "Please, even my husband never has… I've never allowed him to kiss me there… ohhh, please don't…"

"Then I'd say it's about time you had your cunt licked," Hans said huskily, his eyes groveling on the thin lips, the delicate fluting of light hair.

"Ohhhh, no, no…" mewled Lynn, but the sudden image of submitting to this man as she was doing now, her slim, young legs parting to allow him to kiss her pussy, lick her, tongue her to climax, crept into Lynn's mind, warming her with the lewdness of her imaginations. Droplets of her seeping vaginal juices moistened the curls of her pubic hair like a morning shower on the petals of a pink rose, and her clitoris peeked up at Hans in response to her undesired excitement. Hans placed his thumbs on her soft cunt with slow, deliberate motions and drew the soft, wet pubic hair aside, exposing her coral-pink flesh to his lust-inflamed gaze. She moaned and wriggled in shame as he breathed against her, the hot air playing on her raw nerves… and then, petrified, she watched as the corrupt captain dropped down and his tongue wetly probed her guilt-throbbing vagina.

Her petite body responded automatically, convulsing in grinding jerks to the slather of his hotly worming tongue. "Ohhhh, my God… my God…" She moaned as the bestial outrage continued upon her defenseless cunt, and her stomach churned, and she cried out as his tongue flicked her inner thighs, curled around her clitoris and snaked rapier-like in and out of her cringing pussy. "Ohhh, stop… stop!"

Hans Piemmel shook his head negatively, and raced his tongue deeper into the widely dilated hole up between her quivering thighs. She raised up her head and watched his battering assault in horror, her mind reeling with the knowledge that it was happening to her. To her! No, it couldn't be true! The unwanted jolt of electric pleasures were pervading her whole being, though, provoking her to sense that it was happening, that she was being sucked and eaten down between her legs by the maddened seaman.

Hans' hand slipped under her squirming white buttocks and cupped their firm flesh brutally, his mouth continuing to suckle her thrusting cunt more slavishly than ever. Involuntarily she raised her hips and allowed the man to bury his face still further in her now openly clenching vagina, and the lewd wet sucking sounds of his mouthings filled the small cabin. His one hand teased in the crevice between her nakedly uptilted ass-cheeks, running an exploratory finger over her tiny puckered rectum, and Lynn clenched her hands into fists, her vibrant young body overcome by the merciless abuse. Vaguely she thought of her husband Mark, and the few times in the past when he'd attempted to make love to her this way, and how she had stubbornly refused.

Piemmel heard her sharp gasps as his hands roamed the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks, and surging with still hotter lust, he drew her legs up higher and spread her already splayed cunt wider so he could orally fuck her in lewd sensuous circles. He ran his lips around her clitoris, then darted his tongue deep inside her pulsing pussy, feeling her vaginal lips almost puckering and kissing him back with increasing intensity. Lynn's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out deliriously as he probed the opening of her anus with his fingertip again. And then, suddenly, he moved downward and levered the tip of his middle finger into the tight pink hole, making her want to scream with torment and pain – but instead she closed her eyes to the new wild-fire spreading through her body and moaned with rapture.

"Don't… oh Hans don't do that," she mewled automatically, but her thighs pushed closer to his mouth and she leaned back, feeling the goose bumps on her stomach and breasts. She tossed from side to side, her total degradation overwhelming her and she sobbed from the horrifying realization that she had lost control. Hans licked on and on, moving from vagina to rectal hole to clit with complete freedom, and Lynn's body was boiling with the raw, naked flashes of pleasure. Unable to fight them, she raised her desire-drenched loins to the lusting captain, submitting gratefully to his slightest whim. She jerked her throbbing, wide-spread cunt against his mouth and lips, sunk her buttocks back on his painfully invading finger, reveling in the insane throes of her lustful enchantment.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hands began to move sensuously down over her throbbing breasts, sliding slowly over her smooth flat stomach and settling on either side of her desire-inflamed cunt-lips. Her fingers stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs as Hans continued to rain moist teasing kisses all over the tingling crevice and then, with an impatient groan, she pressed her fingers slowly, teasingly apart and spread open the fleshy hair-framed lips of the moistly throbbing slit, allowing his hungrily probing mouth complete access to her tender young pussy.

"Oooooh, oh, my God! Ohhh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot out to flick its hot searing tip around her quiveringly erected clitoris. Lynn's elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs and her head tossed from side to side on the bunk as she felt the powerful lips begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her sex deep into the heated cavern of his mouth. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip of Hans' tongue worked its way up and down the full length of the narrow wet slit, from the base of her belly and downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her hungrily clenching buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the bunk as he continued to explore the tightly throbbing little hole of her anus with his middle finger, sending a strange thrill running out of control through her body.

The irrationally aroused sailor worked hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic hair grazing gently against his sun-bronzed cheeks. His hands reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and stroked the soft resilient mounds of her breasts, his fingers tweaking the achingly hard nipples between them to heighten her arousal. He labored enthusiastically as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the softly pulsing lips of her glistening cunt, his eyes wide open and watching the seemingly agonized contortions of Lynn's beautiful face. Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the streaming crevice and he knew that, once again, the exciting woman was his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy.

Hans wanted to bring this ravishing young woman to the conclusion that he was the very best lover she had ever had, and he forced her thighs open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that her knees touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her pelvis to his burning gaze. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of her pussy, flicking at it for a moment and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the trembling pink edges.

The sailor smiled inwardly as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his hair, trying to guide his face into the palpitating opening of her cunt. He let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her hungrily squirming vaginal split.

As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, Hans drove his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing depths of her pussy and was rewarded by the low guttural groan from the writhing woman whose soft white thighs clamped convulsively around his bobbing head. He could feel the smooth moist flesh slipping wetly around his stiffly extended tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in tiny, greedy sucking motions, as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pressed down against his back, pushing his body into a vise-like grip of her thighs until he could barely breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the sweet pungent smell of the female lust-juices that were now flowing in abundance from the throbbing open passage of her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his penis to a hardness he could barely control until he was afraid he would explode his hot semen all over his clothes and the bunk.

The helpless young housewife's body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose bumps rippling over her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as the man's head rocked up and down in greedy feasting between her legs. Her lips ovalled and moaned in helpless delight before his attack, and suddenly, in spite of all her resolutions and self-recriminations of earlier in the day, Lynn felt her body completely leaving her control. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves.

Suddenly Hans pulled his head up from between Lynn's legs and stared up at the lovely woman with obscene and glittering eyes. "You want me to fuck you now, baby?"

Lynn moved her hips against the bunk, her entire body throbbing and quivering in anticipation, and yes… yes she wanted Hans' giant cock deep within her, pulsating with abandonment; she had no morals, no pride… no reality. Her body reacted with lewd abandon, and she obscenely begged with the foul words she knew he wanted to hear. "Ohhhhh, yes, Hans, fuck me… fuck me… suck me!"

Quickly Hans stripped himself of his blue jeans, and threw them to the floor and Lynn gasped as she saw his incredibly massive cock jutting out like a leaning tower from his powerful loins. She had forgotten how huge it was.

Lynn reached out with quivering hands and grasped his jerking penis. She teased his purplish shaft of male-flesh as he poised it over her gaping saliva-drenched cunt. Then Hans strained downward, and Lynn received his immense, steel-hard rod up into her hungrily trembling vagina, letting it slip past her wetly petaled pussy-lips, driving it with abandoned ease deep up into her naked belly.

"Ahhhhh," the young blonde sighed rapturously as the captain began to pound her loins mercilessly, his sperm-inflated balls slapping hard against her anus where only moments before his middle finger had been and his mouth had licked and his tongue had flicked. Lynn cried out again from sheer pleasure, and she raised her legs upward to receive even more of his thundering cock. His angry red penis slipped smoothly in and out, his throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his imminent climax, from the increasing need to squirt his burning cum into this receptively open cunt.

Lynn slid her hands down his gleaming, heaving thighs and rested momentarily on his sinewy white buttocks, then her fingers spread and pulled him toward her gluttonously, while below, her cunt flowered wide in spasming acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his wildly plunging cock with surging desire, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication rolled from her fevered lips. She ground faster and faster, groaning and moaning desperately, demonically coupling with the lust-filled sailor with a fury unequaled by anything she had ever done, and she couldn't stand any more! She gave a high, unearthly squeal and her loins jerked upwards against the tightly clasped penis sunk deep in her salaciously demanding pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!"

Hans Piemmel hammered further, feeling Lynn's vaginal walls contract and seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm. She rose up from the bed and pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire. Then he felt the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubble up and then he was lost in the incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her as full as he had the afternoon before. The rich milk spurted, and the white overflow cascaded from the wide-split hole of Lynn's wildly spasming cunt.

They lay still for a few moments, the contorting of their bodies gradually subsiding. Then Hans rolled off her with a groan, and pulled himself to a sitting position on the bed beside her.

"Well, baby, did you like that?"

Lynn moaned, and turned her face to the wall to avoid his penetrating gaze. Her mind was frozen into two black and white, conflicting, polarized feelings: the incredible exhilaration in the aftermath of her passion, and the accompanying depth of despair. She was powerless now to have any influence on the course of her life, and she knew it. Whatever happened to her from now on, she knew, would be the result of external forces and not her own will. She was utterly and completely defeated.

How had it happened? She didn't know and she didn't care. Her only thought now, lying beside the man who had just manipulated her into mindless ecstasy, was of leaves, autumn leaves, brown and fragile, swept crackling along by an unknowing, uncaring wind.