Chapter 3: The Contract
Ben lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the splash of water from the bathroom as Ginn took her shower. Ben had a lot to think about. Yesterday she had been shouting at him and angry with him, and then in the middle of the night she had awoken him with such a passionate blowjob and she seemed very horny. What was going on? Perhaps, Ben thought, she had reflected upon her anger and felt guilty? It was the only way he could make sense of what happened last night. He thought about how they might demonstrate his machine without Ginn having to stay at the farm for a week. There must be someone...
The heat of the water cascading down her back massaged Ginny as she stood in the shower. She too was reflecting upon last night. She had been searching for that pinnacle of arousal she had felt yesterday as she had cum over and over again. Yet last night, although it had been good, there was that extra gear in her excitement that she had failed to find. Her thoughts, not for the first time, drifted down into the basement.
Ginny walked into the bedroom and sprawled herself across Ben's still prone figure. She kissed him.
"I was thinking," she began, "maybe we could play a bit more with the machine today."
Ben raised his head and looked at her. Ginny was smiling coyly at him, that playful grin, which he knew betrayed how turned on she was thinly masquerading behind a veil of her casualness. It was the first time either of them had talked about the time she had mounted his machine and Ben had found her there, helpless, and fucked her hard. Even now, his cock jerked upwards involuntarily at the mere mention of it. If they couldn't sell his machine, they could still fuck on it. Ben grinned and nodded with the excitement of a little boy.
"After breakfast then." She was beaming as she spoke. Having seen how eager he was, she wanted to torment him with the delay and build up the anticipation.
At the breakfast table, Ginny sat opposite Ben. She had slipped on a simple sheer teddy over her nakedness, and her arousal shone across the table by the twin beacons of her dark areoles highlighted against the press of the thin fabric. She was in skittish mood, hypersensitive to the feel of the hard wood chair against her soft, rounded behind. She cut her French toast into strips and ate them in mock fellatio before Ben who, becoming mesmerised by her performance, could not concentrate on what he was doing. The milk spilt from his lips and dribbled over his chin and down his shirt. Ginny giggled as she bit into her toast and the flavour of egg mixed with vanilla filled her mouth. She picked up her large cup of cappuccino and let the froth coat her upper lip. She loved to sensually lick the sugar and chocolate froth into her mouth, a sweet contrast for the bitterness of the coffee. Ben was clearly getting worked up and Ginny had to restrain him from grabbing her arm and pulling her down into the basement before they were finished. Yet she wanted the build up, she wanted him goaded. She had a big step to take, and she knew she couldn't do it on her own. She needed Ben to force her.
Ginny slowly peeled a Kiwi fruit and held it in her palm, its green slippery wetness making her fingers sticky. She fixed Ben with her gaze and their eyes locked together she slowly lowered her hand with the fruit under the table. Ginny's head tilted back and her mouth opened as she pressed the cool wetness of the fruit against her parted lips. Ben stared at the long sleek neck, his mind filled with images of her parted thighs and her hips shoved forward under the table. Ginny lowered her gaze and stared at him once more as her hand reappeared with the fruit. She stood and walked around the table towards him. A lump formed in his throat with the desire welling up inside him, the nakedness of her body accentuated by the pretence of a covering – a provocation rather than a protection.
Ginny bent over him and brought the fruit to his mouth. He opened his lips and his nostrils filled with her scent. She pushed the fruit whole, forcing his lips to part wider, gagging his mouth which stretched to accommodate it. With her finger she pressed it back behind his teeth and then bent down and kissed him full on the mouth. Her juices, smeared all across the fleshy sweet fruit were now liberally coating his tongue, and the taste of her sex was slowly invading the back of his throat. Her tongue flicked across the fruit so she too could taste herself mingled with the familiar taste of her man. While Ginny's tongue darted about inside him, Ben was unable to close his mouth upon the fruit, to escape the discomfort of having his jaw stretched open. Her fingers slid over his puffed cheeks and she manoeuvred herself onto his lap. Her thighs settled on either side of the chair that scarped across the floor to make room for her. She removed her tongue and Ben bit down upon the fruit. It collapsed and juice sprayed out into his mouth – a sharp, saccharine flow dissolving Ginny's musk. At the same time, the fruit sprayed juice out through his still parted lips and into Ginny's open awaiting mouth pressed close to his lips. They kissed.
Ben grabbed hold of her now and they stumbled out of the kitchen and towards the basement. Nothing was going to stop him, determination set upon his face. He had had enough. Once down in the brightly lit room, the gleam of the machinery behind him, Ben tore off the teddy, stripping her of her pretence. She stood before him, willing him to take control. He ordered her to mount the machine and present her ass to him and as her wrists locked into place, her heart beat faster with the desire of a strong man dominating her.
Ben's pent up libido had hit boiling point. He set about fucking her with a vigour heedless of anything but his own needs. There was something untamed in his use of her. As he thrust deeper into her he started to command her:
"You will be obedient. You will become my little pig. I am going to send you off to that farm to have those udders fixed so you produce milk for me. You are going to produce milk for me so that I can demonstrate my machine."
He emphasised the words 'I' and 'my machine' and with each word, rammed himself harder into her open cunt. Ginny felt the draw of the tubes and the squeeze of the rings around her teats. They were pulling at her and encouraging her out. She felt him pumping into her and demanding she yield to him. She tried to raise her neck and thrust her tits deeper into the vacuum cups that were latched onto her and once again yielded in a complete and absolute way.
"I am sending you off to the farm and you will do whatever they tell you. You will be trained by them and learn to become a milk sow for me. I don't care what you have to say. You will do it. Tell me now you will do it!" he was shouting, the tension he felt in his sinews colouring his voice as Ginny's compliant body yielded to his thrusts. Resistance melted with his onslaught, undermined by her own inner desire.
"Nnnggh." She grunted. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach rose a responding yes stifled by her constricted, terrified throat.
"Say it! Tell me... tell me you'll do it. Go on say it." his voice demanding an answer, as he rhythmically pounded her. She could not think, she could not hold back.
"I..... I... ooohhhh...." She was panting. She couldn't catch her breath, her mind wouldn't work, his cock drumming into her, knocking all sense from her grasp. "ok."
"ok what, tell me. Say it!" he sounded so in control of her, and she knew he would let her find no escape.