All or Nothing "A week." Darryl rubs his mouth, the back of his hand swiping nervously at his stubbly chin, his blood shot eyes darting from his cards to his opponent's calm expression. "A month." Evan smiles, his tone soft, but firm, green eyes amused. "I-I don't know, I think a month is-" "Then fold, my friend, I'll happily leave with my winnings." Darryl glares, sweating heavily. Friend? Hardly-he's never played with the man before, and Evan's been kicking his ass all night. Darryl likes his poker laid back, friendly, a few beers and low stakes. When Mike had called, said he'd invited some sucker from Portland with a fat wallet, Darryl had been reluctant. But the promise of an easy night taking advantage of some stupid tourist had proved too tempting. Mike had bowed out early, the bastard. Darryl wonders if Mike was somehow in on this route. Darryl stares at his cards, drags a hand over his mouth again. He's had too much to drink, he knows it. It's a solid hand, a spectacular hand, in fact. All or nothing, he tells himself. All or nothing, the chance to win back all he's lost tonight-the car. How could he have bet the car? He looks hungrily at the keys before Evan. He needs that car back. It's a good hand. It's a winning hand, he's sure. He clasps his beer bottle, takes a deep breath, nodding assent. "Excellent!" Evan laughs, his eyes bright. "Most excellent!" Jessica curls up, remote in her hand. Not a lot on TV at 2 am when the cable bill hasn't been paid. She blinks hard, knows that falling asleep now would be a bad idea-Darryl is very demanding when he's playing, especially when he's losing. She needs to be awake so that, if he shouts for another beer, she can get it for him quickly. She rubs her swollen lip, fingers exploring the cut flesh. She knows better than to sass him, especially when he's playing, but he's lost the car-how is she going to get to work without a car? Darryl shakes his head, trembling hand running over his balding head. How could this be happening? He stares at Evan's royal flush, takes a shuddering breath. "You can't take her." Evan laughs dangerously, his eyes narrow, cold. "Come now, Darryl-it's only a month, you don't want to be known as a man who stiffs his mates at cards, do you?" "She won't like it." Darryl stares stupidly. He hates this man, his wimpy British accent, his expensive clothes. "She won't do it." Evan leans forward, pushes the car keys to the center of the table. "Well, you've already treated me to a show of how you handle her when she talks back-since when does what she likes matter?" Even smiles slyly, sees the rise in Darryl. "She's just a woman, are you going to let your own wife dictate your actions?" Darryl eyes the keys desperately, hesitates, then grabs his beer, draining it in one gulp. "Jessica? Jessica, get the fuck in here NOW!" Jessica jumps, her blue eyes wide, gaze flying fearfully to the low doorway. She scrambles to her feet, stumbles tiredly into the kitchen, opening the fridge door to grab another beer for Darryl. "Did I ask for a beer, you stupid cow?" Darryl stands angrily, staggers to grab Jessica by her blonde hair, yanking her to her knees as she cries, beer crashing to the floor, bottle shattering. Evan watches, fascinated-he loves the mind, loves watching people rationalize, project responsibility onto others. He knows that Darryl isn't really angry with his wife. But if he can convince himself he is, make himself believe that she's stupid, worthless, then he can more easily forget his own stupidity, justify handing her over to a stranger. "I-I'm sorry," Jessica whispers, staring sickly at the floor, "I'm sorry, Darryl, please . . ." She hates this-it's bad enough when he throws her around, hits her, kicks her as she walks by, but when he does it before an audience it tears her up inside. "Shut the fuck up!" Darryl smacks her hard, his whole body trembling with rage. "Stupid bitch, stupid!" His fist begins to fly, slamming against the side of her head again and again. "Whoa there, friend," Evan moves quickly, gracefully, his hand grabbing Darryl's wrist with surprising strength, "our deal is for a breathing woman, not a corpse." He smiles, inserts himself between them. "Don't you worry, I'll teach her a thing or two, you can bank on it." Darryl twists his wrist free, rubs it sorely as he pants. "Whatever, get her the fuck out of here, the stupid cow." He returns to the table, grabs his empty bottle. "God damn it!" He launches the bottle at the wall, brown glass cascading upon impact. Evan doesn't spare the tantrum a glance, his mind on Jessica, on her sweet, small body. Stunned blue eyes, lovely curly blond hair pulled back into a severe pony tail, a trickle of blood running from her hairline. A generous bust under her tank top, bruised arms, the marks of fingers dug in clear. Loose sweats, delicate bare feet, toes painted a soft pink. He smiles, pulls his belt from his pants. She leans into him as he pulls her arms behind her, binds her wrists together. She'll fight later, he knows, but now she is too dazed, really barely conscious. "One month, you fucking pansy," Darryl mutters, tears rising as he watches Evan lift his wife, carry her over the broken glass, "one month, and don't you fucking kill her or nothing." Evan smiles, nods deeply, almost bowing. "One month." He sets Jessica down by the door, herds her out into the dark. Jessica whimpers, sways on her feet before the rear of the Mercedes. She leans hard into Evan's supporting arm, her eyes moving slowly, confused. "W-what are . . . where are we going?" Her voice is slurred, hoarse, she watches dully as he opens the trunk. She moans as he lifts her, lays her gently inside. Her eyes blink hard, clearing some as she pulls, realizing that her hands are bound. "N-no, please, what-" "Shhh, be good." Evan grasps her ankles firmly, tapes them securely as she begins to struggle, confused, whining. He leans in, his face inches from hers. "Be a good lass, there's no sense in working yourself up." He tears off a length of tape, presses it firmly over her mouth. Nodding, he smiles, straightens to close the trunk, leaving her in the dark. Jessica sobs, her head aching, spinning as the car pulls smoothly away. She strains against the tape, the belt, her cries muffled. What is happening? She shakes her head, tries to clear it. She made Darryl mad again, she remembers that. He hit her, over and over, she recalls broken glass, Darryl stopping. One month? What did that mean? She cries harder, fearing the worst. She should have left him, found a way out, gone to her sister's when the abuse first began. Now it's too late-what is this man going to do to her? Did Darryl ask him to kill her? She writhes frantically, bound feet thumping against the cold metal of the trunk. Evan smiles at the banging from the trunk, turning smoothly off the highway. A small, tree lined private lane ahead, wrought iron gate looming. He pushes a button, nods as the gate swings open. Pulling through, he reaches, advances the CD to his favorite track. "Oh, Fortuna Velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis . . ." Jessica stares up from the trunk, squinting, her body sweat-soaked, trembling. She whines, exhausted from her struggles. She squeals hoarsely, tries to twist away as Evan reaches for her. He laughs, tsks, reaches into his pocket. "Not yet, love," he murmurs, tipping the small vial into a white kerchief, "it's far too early for you to fight." Smiling, he leans in, his hand a blur, grabbing her hair, pulling her back as the hankie is pressed over her face. His grip is firm, he pushes down, pinning her, waiting patiently as her wide eyes meet his, terrified, then glazing, fluttering. "That's a good lass," he holds a moment longer, then pulls the crumpled cloth away as her body goes limp, "welcome home." Carrying her up the stairs, Evan looks into her open, expressionless face. Look past the bruises, the unflattering hairstyle, and she's a beauty, a rare example of classic loveliness. He lowers her into the large tub, stands to disrobe. His cock is large, turgid, the veins standing out starkly. He works his foreskin back and forth, sighs-he's been very lonely since the last one. He looks at Jessica, so helpless, so still, then nods, begins working the tape from her face, then her ankles. He frees her arms last, then sets to work removing her clothing. "Here we go," he speaks softly to himself, to her, even though she cannot hear, "this is my favorite." Unstopping the bottle, he pours the rich, scented oil into the water. He holds her against his bare chest, a hand curved around under her full, firm breasts. Putting the bottle aside, he nuzzles against her neck, moaning as he works her hair free from the plain pony tail. "Oh, love," he sighs as her curls spill free, thick, lovely against him, "so beautiful." Reaching forward, Evan works his hand between her limp legs, pushing them apart to bare her neatly trimmed pussy. His fingers explore, pulling her lips apart, working the oiled water into her tight hole. His stiff cock presses against her lower back, the crack of her ass, his hips moving slowly against her. He continues working a finger into her, then two, loosening her, preparing her. Leaning back, he grasps her hips, lifts her even as she falls back against him. Groaning, he lowers her slowly, his rigid tool sliding easily into her snug pussy, filling her completely. Jessica moans thickly, her head falling to the side as Evan's cock pushes into her. Her lips tremble as his smooth, even thrusts begin. He pulls her back against him snugly with one arm, his other hand exploring her, settling on her breasts, massaging, kneading. His hips work steadily, pumping, his cock sliding in and out, gentle waves slapping the sides of the tub. Evan sighs, his hand moving down, thumb and forefinger grasping her clit, squeezing, rubbing the sweet nub as his pace quickens. Her head moves weakly, she whimpers, her hands rising, then slipping back into the water. Evan smiles, his working of her clit fast, firm as her hips begin moving haltingly. He laughs low, thrusts harder, lifting her as she whines softly, her eyes fluttering, mouth moving wordlessly. Jessica moans, her hips moving mindlessly under his hand, his thrusting. She struggles to open her eyes, focus, but she can't. She must be dreaming, she knows-Darryl never spared a thought to her pleasure. He had certainly never wasted any time on her clit. And where is she? A warm tub, her lover behind her, pleasuring her even as his cock moves fast, deep, filling her. A dream. She moans again, her hips straining, body tensing as she climaxes, a short, breathy cry escaping her. Evan nods, groaning low, his face pressed against her neck as he reaches down, lifts one of her legs, pulling up, back, lifting her. He begins to thrust furiously, plunging as she gasps, lifts her head weakly. He bites her neck, her shoulder, soft, teasing nips as his cock swells inside her. A rasping cry and his tool explodes, filling her with his cum, hot and thick. He thrusts up, hard, pressing against her cervix as he floods her pussy. He leans back into the water, carrying her with him, his hips still moving slowly, cock softening inside her. Evan hums softly, brushes his chestnut hair from his face. He pulls the lacing tight, moving up to thread it through the next set of eyelets, pull tightly again. He watches as she sighs, a slight smile on her face. Grinning, he turns back to his work-she'll be aware soon, he needs to be quick or dose her again, he knows. He doesn't want to do that, he doesn't like the drugs. Threading quickly, carefully, he works up her body, encasing her in the strong, stiff leather. Jessica moans, her eyes slowly opening as she tries to move-and can't. She stares into the black, lashes brushing something-something over her face? She tries to take a deep breath, realizes that whatever is over her face is restricting her air, sucking against her nose as she gasps. She tries to shake her head, but can only move it a few millimeters. She attempts to lift an arm, move the offending object, but her arms are trapped, crossed over her chest. Realization overwhelms her, she begins to squeal breathlessly, squirming, almost completely immobile. Evan swirls his cognac, watches the Jessica's helpless struggles. She resembles a mummy, her squirming tightly restricted, her muffled squeals behind the softer mask becoming increasing shrill, short. He smiles-this is always the hardest lesson. The more they struggle, the more desperately they fight to breathe, the harder it becomes. The trick is to lie still, breathe slowly, accept. It takes some several lapses into unconsciousness to figure it out. He doesn't think it will take so much with her. Jessica lies still, trembling violently as she struggles to breathe slowly, carefully. She strains, testing yet again the relentless cocoon encasing her. Her thighs are slick, her pussy damp, open. It wasn't a dream, she realizes that now. She whines, remembers the hands on her, the pulsing, lingering orgasm, the thick cock sliding in and out as the warm water caressed her body. She blinks back tears-is it really rape if she enjoyed it so much? She's terrified, yet this man did in one hazy encounter what Darryl has never cared to attempt-he's brought her to orgasm, fucked her without hurting her. She cries softly, confused. "And you'll be very, very good?" Evan lies on the bed, his hand stroking her long, shining curls. The mask is gone, but her body is still trapped, held immobile. He smiles as she nods, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Now don't lie-you belong to me, for one month I own you. If you have any ideas about escape, about going back to that hovel, that greasy bastard, get them out of your mind now." He leans close, his lips brushing her ear, "If you run, I will catch you, if you struggle, I will subdue you, restrain you-submit, and you will be satisfied completely." Jessica sobs, hands straining from the thick leather belt at her waist, a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Her ankles are secured to the legs of the chair with broad, padded restraints, her pussy open, vulnerable. She stares in the dark, her delicate hands clenching into fists. He can't keep her here, she tells herself, whining through her nose miserably. He can't, she's not a thing, he can't own her, not for a month, not for a minute. She'll run again, she'll keep trying until he succeeds-he can't watch her every second. "Aw, FUCK!" Darryl shouts, hopping stupidly toward a chair, sitting down hard. He pulls his foot up, stares at the blood, the shard of glass protruding from his heel. He tugs at it half-heartedly, then begins to cry. If Jessica were here, there would be no glass on the floor. If Jessica were here, he wouldn't have been in the fucking kitchen anyway. "Stupid cow," he cries, head resting in a trembling hand, "stupid fucking bitch, what did I do?" "Does Darryl make you happy, then?" Evan's voice is smooth, gentle. "Do you love him?" Jessica stares at the wall, her tongue tracing her freed lips. She gives no response, her eyes fixed, hard. "Do you love him? He doesn't love you, you know." "Fuck you!" Her eyes dart, settle on his handsome face, "Fuck you, you don't know shit about me and Darryl!" "I know he put you in the pot like a thing, he lost you in a poker game." "No . . ." Jessica begins to cry, looking away. "Yes," Evan grasps her face, turns it back, "yes, like a piece of cheap jewelry, like the keys to a rust-bucket car, he lost you in a card game, then beat you senseless in front of a perfect stranger-I think I know more about you and Darryl than you think." He rises, walks toward the door. "Think about it-think about what he's done to you." Jessica sobs as the door closes, leaving her once again in the dark. How did she get here, to this place in her life? Twenty-two years old, and trapped in a beat-to-shit trailer with a fat, mean drunk for a husband. She whines, thinks of all the times his fists have come crashing down upon her, all the times he's told her how ugly she is, how worthless. A spark of anger-the first she's felt since she was seventeen, since her step-dad pushed Darryl on her, practically forced her to marry him. She's ugly? She's worthless? Who's the lazy fuck who sits on his ass all day, blowing HER paychecks on HIS booze, HIS poker games? She cries harder, strains against her bonds. She'd always wanted to be a teacher, go to college, get a degree. She doesn't even dare dream of such things anymore. She shakes her head, wails miserably. How did this happen to her? Evan strokes her cheek, smiles into her puffy face. "Good morning, my beautiful girl." He frowns as she cringes, flinching away from his reaching hand. He bends close, strokes her hair gently. "I will never strike you. If you require correction, it will never come in the form of a beating, do you understand?" He grasps her chin, turns her firmly toward him. "Do you understand?" He smiles again as she nods, her eyes wide, confused. Jessica kneels, her eyes down as Evan eats his breakfast. The struggle had been fierce, his persistence finally wearing her down as he pushed her back to her knees again and again. She takes a shuddering breath, looks up, watching as he spoons his cereal into his mouth, chews as he reads his paper. Her stomach growls, she looks away, swallowing hard. "Hungry?" Evan smiles knowingly at her, watches the internal struggle behind her eyes. The haircut he gave her has helped immensely, her soft, curly blond hair now framing her face beautifully. He eyes the bruises on her arms, thighs, knows that they'll fade soon enough. He gazes into her upturned eyes, feels that tingle at the base of his cock. She is so lovely. "Just say please-say please, and you may eat." "P-please," Jessica's voice is hushed, strained. "Please what?" Evan's tone is light, almost playful. "Please may I eat?" Jessica looks away, hating him, hating this humiliating game. "Please may you eat . . . SIR." Jessica glares, shakes her head angrily. Evan smiles, turns back to his paper. "It's up to you, Jessie-when you decide you're really hungry, you just ask properly." Jessica cries, her head turned away as the soapy sponge moves over her naked body. Her arms and legs are secured to handles in the sides of the tub, the warm water covers her, scented sweet. Her skin flinches as he washes her gently, discarding the sponge for bare hands. Evan watches her, his hands traveling tenderly over her, lingering at her large breasts, massaging, squeezing softly. He leans, a hand sliding over her flat belly, curving over her sweet, now shaved bare pussy. He slips a finger between her lips, smiling as she sobs, her thighs straining, trembling, trapped open. "You remember the last time you were in this tub?" His voice is soothing, warm, his thumb beginning to work her clit in small, firm circles. "Remember how you moaned, cried as you came off, my cock filling you?" He laughs low as she cries harder, her hips beginning to move under his hand. "Oh, yes, so pretty when you blush, so lovely," He slips a finger inside her clenching pussy, nodding as her hips strain upwards. He leans, nuzzles into her jaw, "Just ask, Jessie, just beg and I'll let you cum for me again." He continues working her clit, finger plunging in and out of her snug, clenching pussy. "Just beg for it, my lovely, and I will grant you such pleasure." "Nnn-no," Jessica moans, shaking her head miserably as his ministrations stop, "No, please." Evan leans closer, lips to her ear, "No, please? Mmm, no, please let me cum, sir?" Jessica shudders, whining, "Please-please, please let me cum, sir, please!" Evan smiles, victorious, his hand in motion again, drawing the orgasm from her as she screams, her hips bucking, back arching high. "Look, look." Evan turns her chair, sets her facing the mirror. "See how beautiful you are?" Her eyes rise slowly, consider her reflection. Soft, smoky blue eyes, hair framing her face in lovely curls. Her lips, full, shiny, the split barely visible. Cheeks pink, healthy looking. She takes a shuddering breath, begins to cry. "You are beautiful, exquisite," His lips brush her cheek, hand stroking her hair, "and you are totally mine, every part of you-I am so lucky." Jessica kneels, hands still restrained at the waist, her face upturned, expectant as Evan places a berry on her tongue. She waits, eyes on him, mouth watering. He smiles at her, nods in permission as her mouth closes. Closing her eyes, she chews the berry slowly, savoring its sweet, tart flavor. She looks up again, takes him in-chestnut hair, strong jaw, sensuous lips. She watches his hands, large, strangely graceful. She looks down, cheeks burning at the dampness spreading between her legs. Evan pushes her down on her back, palms against her thighs, opening her legs. She looks up fearfully, her thighs trembling, straining, hands still secured at her waist. His fingers lightly stroke her legs, her pussy lips, tantalizing. He watches her face, smiling as the tension slowly leaves her legs, her hips rise slightly to meet his touch. Lowering his head, he traces her labia with his tongue, lightly teasing, parting her pussy lips. He licks, laps, nibbles gently, around, over, but never quite on her clit. Her hips move, trying to bring his tongue there, but he pointedly avoids it, instead lowering his mouth to push his tongue slowly inside her. Jessica moans, whines, her hips pressing up, up, frustration and arousal building inside her. She doesn't care anymore, doesn't care if she shouldn't like it, doesn't care that she's being held against her will. Her fists clench at her waist, she cries in desperation, her legs rising, folding around his shoulders, pulling him down. Evan presses her legs back down, rises to look at her flushed face. "You want me to take you there again, lovely?" He smiles at her desperate nodding, her whining. "Ask me, sweet, beg me." "Please, oh, please!" Jessica's eyes are glazed, desire and confusion wrestling in her face, "Please!" "Please what?" His fingers play along the tops of her thighs, his breath warm against her pussy. "Please sir!" She cries, her voice strained, hoarse. Climbing up, Evan whispers in her ear, "Please me, Jessie-take me in your mouth, please me and I will give you heaven." Jessie moans, muffled, her head tilted back as Evan's thick cock moves in and out of her mouth from above while his lips, his tongue working her wet pussy, sucking her clit, flicking it quickly. Her jaws wide, she squeezes her eyes shut, lips sliding up and down the shaft, tongue swirling, pressing. She whines, hips jerking, pressing upwards as her orgasm hits, her back arching, feet lifting up off the cool sheets. She sighs, panting through her nose, mouth eager to return the pleasure as his tongue laps her slowly, pulling the sweetness from her. Evan groans, his hips moving slowly, evenly even as his climax approaches. Slow and easy, soft-he knows that if he gives over to it, begins to fuck her face in earnest she'll be hurt, frightened, undoing all he's done. Moaning low, he pulls back slightly, his cock swelling, then exploding, filling her mouth. He sighs as she swallows compliantly, her lips working him, mouth sucking, drawing his seed from him. "Shhh, I know, I know." Evan grasps her leg at the thigh, lifts it high as he pushes against her well-oiled asshole. He presses, slow, relentless, his other hand curved around her belly, fingers rubbing her clit softly. "It's okay to cry, sweet, it's okay." He watches her tear streaked face pressed against the cool tile, her eyes wide, mouth bowed down in pain. "Only for a minute, lovely, only for a minute, trust me." He buries his cock deep in her bowels, waits, feels her clench hard around him. "Relax, relax," he murmurs, fingering her clit quicker, his lips kissing her shoulder, her neck, "breathe deep, relax." Jessica sobs, her bound hands pulling at the towel rack, face resting against the cold ceramic. Her leg trembles, fingers reach as his cock fills her, stretching her ass. She whines, her hips squirming against his hand even as her ass stings. She bites her lip, shakes her head-she asked for this, she begged him, yes, please sir. She doesn't know why-Darryl's attempts at anal had left her sobbing, bleeding, him cursing, punching her. But Evan had brought her right there, right to the brink, then asked her if she would submit to it. And she'd said yes. She moans as he begins to move inside her, slow, gentle strokes. The stinging fades, replaced by a delicious pressure. Whining, she presses back against him, her hips matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. "Open your blouse." Evan's voice is low, firm. He grasps her face as she turns to look around at the other people in the dark sidewalk cafe. It's late, almost midnight on a busy Saturday night. "Look at me, no one else matters-open your blouse." He nods as her shaking fingers fumble with the buttons, one, then another, then another. Her cheeks burn, she looks down as her fingers work the last button, the blue silk blouse falling open slightly, almost exposing her full, bare breasts. "Hands in you lap." Evan smiles as her delicate hands fall limp in her lap, her eyes staring down. Jessica sits, trembling, her face on fire as Evan reaches over, pulls her blouse open wider. She closes her eyes, her nipples stiffening under the cool breeze. She opens her eyes wide as he taps her chin firmly, looks up into his face. "See them look, see how they want you?" Evan's face is impassive, tone soft. "Lift your skirt." Jessica looks around, sees the men at other tables, their eyes wide, fixed on her breasts. This is her first time dressed in three weeks, her first time out of the house, unbound. She whimpers, shakes her head, "Please, sir, I don't want to." Evan frowns, his eyes narrowing. "You don't want to please me?" He nods as her legs spread, her hand tugging at her hem. "Good girl, that's my good Jessie." Jessica sits, tears rising, face bright red as she stares down. She's so embarrassed, so humiliated . . . and incredibly aroused. She can't believe she's doing this-she could stand right now, she knows. Stand and start screaming that this man kidnapped her, took her from her home, held her against her will. But she can't bring herself to do it, she's not sure she wants to. She sighs, shivering slightly. "Take this, rub your pussy." Jessica looks up-Evan is holding an ice cube, nodding for her to take it. She sobs quietly, takes it, begins rubbing it up and down along her slit, then inside, her hips moving every time it slides across her clit even as she cries. "Good girl, now stop crying." Even nods toward the door, "See the man over there with the teenager, next to the door?" Jessica looks up, eyes sliding across them, noting their stares, their dumb expressions. She nods, sniffling, "Yes, sir." "They want you, you know that?" "Yes, sir." "I want you to fuck them." Evan's voice is lower now, husky. "I want you to bend for them, suck them, please them." "Please," Jessica's voice is soft, pleading, "please." "Do it, Jessie, it's what I want." Taking her hand, Evan pulls her to her feet, leads her toward the door, her blouse still hanging open, breasts swaying. She walks slowly, her head down. Reaching the table, the man and his son goggle as Jessica leans down, her breasts free, her lips brushing the father's ear. "Do you want me?" She almost smiles despite herself at the man's eager, hopeful nod. "And the boy?" She nods toward his son, maybe 15 years old. The man nods again in disbelief. Jessica stands, walks slowly out the door, Evan behind her, gesturing for them to follow. Evan leads Jessica into the park, ignoring the two trailing behind. Coming to the restrooms, he stops her, gently pushes her against the flagstone divider, bending her forward. He nods at the other two, gestures toward her, reaching to lift her skirt up over her shapely ass, her bare, lovely pussy lips showing. "The boy first." The father steps forward, digging his wallet out of his pocket, "How-how much for both of us?" Evan smiles, "What do you want? Just to fuck her pussy? Mouth and pussy? Asshole?" "E-everything, how much is everything?" "Do you think she's a whore?" Evan's voice is soft, but dangerous, "Does she look like a whore to you?" "N-no, no, she's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" The man's voice is quavering, the raging ache in his crotch rendering him near speechless. "That's right, she's beautiful." Evan pulls Jessica upright, gently propels her into the ladies room. "She is not a whore, don't ask how much, there is no price." Gesturing for them to follow, he locks the door behind them. Jessica stares mutely into the mirror, watches the boy step up behind her, his large, rigid cock grasped in his shaking hand. "Bend, Jessie, spread." Evan stands beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. Jessica obeys, leaning forward so her breasts rest on the sink basin, her face inches from the mirror. "Look at him, look at his face." Evan murmurs, leaning close, "Look." Jessica looks at the boy's reflection, sees the sick, eager wonderment on the boy's face. She is a treasure, a wonderful, amazing gift, a fantasy come true. The boy's hand rests on her ass as he begins prodding clumsily with his cock, pushing, probing. She whines, her eyes dropping to her own reflected face. She stares-lovely, deep blue eyes, dilated slightly with confusion, strange desire, fear. Her lips, full, red, lovely. Blond, shiny curls falling sweetly around her face. She grunts as the boy thrusts into her damp pussy, pushing relentlessly, a low, squeaking groan escaping his slack mouth. Evan nods, watches her face carefully. He sees the battle, the confusion in her eyes. She is so beautiful, so very lovely. He smiles as she begins to move, rocked by the boy's uneven, sharp strokes. She gasps softly as the thrusts become harder, more driving, the boy's fingers sinking into her soft hips. "Shhh," Evan whispers, stroking her hair, "shhhh, enjoy it, enjoy him, his enthusiasm, his adoration." Jessica moans, her body shaking, pushing forward against the cold steel of the sink. She trembles, arousal and humiliation blending, her nipples stiff, erect as they brush back and forth over the chilly metal. "You," Evan nods at the boy's father, distracting him from the sight of his son fucking this amazing beauty, "You can bring her off with your hand, no? Give the pretty thing a little pleasure for the gift she's giving?" He smiles as the man leaps forward, stands beside his son, hand curving around her pretty hip, seeking her clit. Jessica sighs, moans softly, her hips picking up the rhythm as the fingers on her clit work deftly, squeezing, thumb and forefinger. She looks up in the mirror again, her mouth open slightly, tongue working her bottom lip as her breathing becomes labored. She whines, her hips tensing, legs trembling as her orgasm crashes over her, nearly putting her off her feet. The boy moans, then shouts, slams hard into her, filling her with his hot cum. His hips jerk wildly, pumping mindlessly as another wave hits, floods her. She stares into the reflection of her darkened, smoky eyes, moaning as his softening cock slips from her, a flood of cum running down her pale thighs. Evan waves the boy away, smiling at his panting, his trembling. He nods to the boy's father, looks down at Jessica's face as the man moves behind her, cock sliding smoothly into her soaked, open pussy. The man grasps her hips, begins thrusting hard, shaking her, slamming fast, deep. "Easy, remember the great favor she's doing you." Evan's voice is firm. "Reach around, bring her off again, make it good for her." Jessica moans, whines as the man's strokes thrust her forward, her face pressing against the mirror. The hand returns, the pain turns to pleasure as his fingers match his strokes, fast, firm. She sighs, hips moving under him, meeting his motions. She exhales, shuddering as her body is wracked by another orgasm. Evan runs the soft sponge over Jessica's belly, along her thighs, smiling at her sweet moans. Her hands and feet are secured, leaving her spread wide open. "I like you tied, open to me." He grins at her slight smile, her lazy eyes. "Such a good girl." He washes their cum from her body, frowning slightly at the bruises at her hips. "Stupid men, stupid." He runs a tender hand over the darkening flesh, then looks up at her. She's still smiling softly, her hips moving slightly, invitingly. "You understand, don't you?" He stares deeply into her eyes. "You have an amazing power, you have strength, something no man can resist-those two, they would have done anything to have you." He reaches, strokes her face, "Money, gifts, power-anything. You need to always remember that, never let a man strike you, devalue you-YOU have what THEY need, not the other way around." Jessica moans, her head bobbing up and down, hands bound to the belt at her waist, throat working, taking Evan's rigid cock all the way in. She thrills to his sighs, his groans, his strong hands light on the back of her head. He pushes gently, holds her head firmly as he cries out, his cock jerking, swelling, filling her mouth, her throat with his thick cum. He sighs, moans as she swallows eagerly, her mouth working the last from him, then setting to work, licking him clean. "A teacher, eh?" Evan strokes her hair gently, her head nuzzling into his chest. "Who would you teach?" "Little kids, I love kids," Jessica sighs, contented, her long, bare leg moving up and down along his. "like first or second graders, so young, so sweet." "I think you'd make a fine teacher, Jessie-girl." "Thank you, sir," Jessica sighs, "but it won't ever happen." "Why is that?" "It just won't-college is so expensive, and there's . . ." Jessica begins to cry, "there's Darryl." Darryl stands, stares at the calendar-three more days. Stupid cow comes back in three days. He cracks a beer, slugs it down, rubs his half erect cock through his boxers. "Bitch," he mumbles, sitting hard at the kitchen table, "Fucking whore is probably turning tricks for that fag." He takes another drink. "I'll make her sorry." He pulls his cock out, begins jerking off as he imagines her trapped under man after man, her crying mouth filled with the cocks of strangers. "I'll make her so fucking sorry." Evan stares down into Jessica's questioning eyes, reaching to raise her to her feet, set her on his lap. "This is your bank passbook, your check card, and your ATM card-have you ever had an account of your own?" He smiles as she shakes her head. "Don't worry, I'll take you to the ATM, show you how it works. Now this," he pulls a folder over, opens it, "this has your admissions papers, your class schedule for each semester-everything is paid for, you just go and pass the courses." Jessica stares numbly at the array on the table. Apartment keys, car keys, stock portfolio, a credit card, bills sent to an attorney for payment. She looks up at him, crying. "But-but . . ." "Shhh," Evan strokes her cheek, smiling, "the rest is up to you-can you do it?" Jessica nods, weakly, then stronger. "Yes, sir." Jessica wipes the tears from her face, steps out of the car before the attorney's office. She stands, breathing hard-never see him again? She sags against the door, shaking her head. Evan had stayed the first night in her new apartment, made love to her repeatedly, gently, bathed with her, binding her one last time. But when he'd said goodbye, he'd been firm, resolute-she would never see him again. She sinks to the ground, sobs, hugging herself. Evan smiles as he steps into the warm bath, lowering himself. He takes a deep breath, can still smell her sweetness on him. She'll do fine, he knows it. She's all set. He sighs, settles into the water. He feels good. Very good. Darryl stares stupidly at the papers, then at the deputy on his stoop. "W-what?" "It's a summons, sir-divorce?" Darryl's ears roar, a dull, raging anger building. "Divorce? DIVORCE?" He pushes past the cop. "That cow, that STUPID FUCKING HOLE?" How DARE she?" Staggering onto the lawn, he stands, sways. "She can't fucking do this, fucking cunt!" Jessica nods, her textbooks clenched to her chest, her face open, friendly. The quad is dark, deserted, last classes over for the night. She smiles as Ian stammers, his face turning an adorable shade of pink. He's been watching her for weeks, holding doors open, eyes lovesick, bright in class. Leaning forward, Jessica brushes her lips against the handsome young man's ear. "Do you want me?" She sighs as he nods eagerly, his eyes caught between excitement and dread expectation of the slap to come. Jessica sets her books down, hops up on the low bell tower wall. Spreading her legs, she moans at the cool night air caressing her bare, shaved pussy. "Show me." She grasps his shoulders, pushes him to his knees before her. Leaning back, she groans, smiling as his eager tongue, shaking fingers begin their work. "Show me."
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