A Word from the Author: The story you are about to read is pure fiction where all characters are eighteen years of age or older. The story involves treating women as sexual playthings but I do not condone treating women with anything but respect. Having said that this is a fantasy story and if you have any difficulty with the content I would urge you not to read this story or any of the other parts of the story. For those who have been following this long drawn out story I apologize for taking so long in getting to this part. My intention over the next few months is to finish this story. I estimate that there will be anywhere from three to five more parts before it is said and done. Enjoy!
Three days before the McAllister Competition
The old man scoffed down three extra-strength painkillers. The combination of the ongoing pain in his jaw and the pain from his headwound had intensified to the point that it was almost debilitating. He sat back on George's cum-stained leather chair staring hungrily at Mrs. Prescott's stark naked form splayed out sitting on the floor propped up by her arms with her long-toned legs spread wide displaying her shaved pussy to him like a crazed exhibitionist. Her outer lips were pulled apart revealing a beckoning interior. While he wished that she was wetter and that her clitoris had made an appearance he knew it was just a matter of time.
He had made her sit in front of him posed in that position as partial punishment for what she had done to him. But it was not enough...not even close he thought.
His initial focus following the attack on him at the dance was getting even with George but now she had thrust herself to the front of the line of his mortal enemies list. While George was generally unreachable given his incarceration, which had been extended by six months much to the old man's satisfaction, Amanda Prescott was at his mercy within fingertip reach. He would exact revenge on them both through her.
Having recently learned that he could emotionally involve Mrs. Prescott by making some minute adjustments to the mind room he had thinned the walls of the mind room. That thinning increased her emotional awareness and her shame of what she was doing involuntarily forcing greater participation from her and creating a mind/body conflict. The old man had been inundated with whimpers and wailing from her begging for decency to bring an end to her torment and indirectly that of her husband. She promised to voluntarily do what he wanted, within reason, if he just stopped. While the old man was tempted to see how far she would willingly go he didn't trust her and continued to ignore her cries and pleas.
He closed his eyes, the pain forcing him to temporarily ignore the gorgeous sexy wife. He awoke a little over an hour later feeling much better the pain dropping to a one out of ten from an eleven out of ten. For a moment he didn't know where he was until he stared down at the voluptuous nakedness of Mrs. Prescott still holding the spread-eagled position. His eyes drifted from her rounded sumptuous, capped breasts with soft, thick nipples to her widespread loins which left nothing to the imagination. Payback required that others see her like this and he was more than ready to share.
The old man got up off the chair and removed his robe with his back to her. He was hard once again and more than ready to enjoy the carnal pleasures of Mrs. Prescott. To avoid the effect of suggestive conditioning he ordered her to close her eyes as he turned around and moved into position between her long legs. Taking hold of the base of his erection he hammered her vulva up and down with the bloated head of his penis like a rubber mallet to a knee to test flexibility. He loved watching her hips jerk, twist, and thrust upward with each blow that became wetter and wetter by the second creating a wet sound as if someone were tapping a pool of water with a flat palm. With each hammer blow fluid flew everywhere -- the combination of her increased lubrication and his dripping penis.
My God please stop...please...she pleaded.
"Do you really want me to stop Amanda?" he asked.
"Yes...yes. It is so awful. You shouldn't be doing such things to me...I'm married...please stop..."
Up until now the old man had erased all of her memories of what he and others had done to her protecting her emotional state but now he wanted her to suffer the indignity of the degradation that came with dragging her kicking and screaming into a new life. Going forward he wanted her to remember it all. He had no intention of erasing this and any other future memory regardless of her protests. That would teach her he thought.
"If you are married Amanda then why have you wantonly displayed yourself to me?"
"I...I don't know..." she answered truthfully struggling to understand why her body refused to listen to her.
"Okay..." the old man began, "no more dickhead hammer blows. Let's try something else instead."
She felt a pressure against her opening and rather than pull away or try to close her legs she thrust her hips toward him while he pushed against her. She felt his hardness slip past her opening and surge headlonginto her body setting off sexual sparks through her channel that was pulsing with energy and causing her vaginal walls to both squeeze the intruder and bathe it in her freely flowing secretions.
Take it out please...stop...stopppp..." she yelled in the mind room but rather than stop she leaned back on her tired arms, braced herself, and snaked her legs around the old man's lower back. She desperately tried to concentrate to stop what she was about to do but failed. To make matters worse the movement of her legs wrapping possessively around the old man's skinny body set off a small orgasm as her insides were ignited from deep within her as the hardness touched her in new places.
"Noooo...it can't be..." she yelled wanting to avoid any sexual reaction at all costs but shocked to the core of the small orgasm that had rippled through her. She felt it in her fingers and toes which had sexily curled in response.
"No no no! she screamed. Only her husband, her soulmate could bring on these feelings. What had just happened flew in the face of her longstanding beliefs.
Should have done this a long time ago the old man thought. He now realized that a minimum-security style mind room brought her both physically and emotionally into the experience while not interfering with his ability to control her physical side. The old man couldn't get enough of her screaming for him to stop while she fucked him back with an intensity that was nothing short of mind-blowing. The old man powered up and met her with equally intense thrusts.
"Ohhhh Godddd...this isn't right...stop...stop...please...I can't... she yelled. She dug down deep determined and desperate to stop her body from responding again but every attempt failed. For the first time she felt helpless at the hands of the old sexual deviate.
The old man wasn't certain if it was the painkillers or the situation but he couldn't hold back any longer and increased the pace jack-hammering the young wife feeling that building tingle in his balls that was seconds away from unleashing another torrent into the beautiful wife. Each deep prolonged stroke brought him closer and closer and her constant pleas just fueled the fire.
He felt his testicles constrict readying the release like a boxer pulling his arm back ramping up for a devastating blow. He ramped up the lengthy strokes fueling the orgasmic sensations and thrust deep holding still and throwing his head back in utter bliss as semen shot up the length of his shaft spraying her cervical wall with a thick deluge of cum. He held her to the ground with his pelvis and cock until he felt himself empty and soften. Looking down he abruptly pulled out watching as every one of his eight inches emerged from her inviting pussy. As the pressure of her vaginal walls let him go he spurted another pressurized blast across her flat stomach when he pulled the last inch out. He stared at her sitting back, propped up on her arms, one knee raised and one leg straight and spread wide. He watched her slowly get her wind back her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath and her vagina visibly throbbing.
He heard her begin to cry.
"HOW COULD YOU? HOW COULD YOU...YOU BASTARD!!!" she screamed.
The old man sat on his haunches between her legs watching semen ooze out of her with each breath she took. He grinned thinking of a tiny sexual waterfall. He wondered what she would say if she retained the memories of everything he had ever done to her.
"You're a hypocrite Mrs. Prescott," he said casually putting on his robe.
"You wanted that," he added goading her.
He let his hand drift to her leaking vagina and began to play with her stroking her clit and sliding his fingers through her sensitive flesh until he plunged two fingers into the space his erection had just vacated.
"Stop that...stop..."
"Do you really want me to stop Amanda? Your pussy is begging for more," he added smirking enjoying tormenting her.
"You are pure evil Mr. Harris!" she exclaimed.
"Am I Amanda?" he asked locating her g-spot which he rubbed just the way she liked it.
"My God please stop..." she yelled feeling her body's response rising. She fought to control it but it was a losing battle.
Suddenly the old man withdrew his hand from her and waited. Her hips had stopped moving. A minute later she began to moan, her hips moving back and forth before thrusting up as if looking for something. He smiled knowing the battle going on in her mind and body.
"There Amanda! I've stopped!"
"I wanted to ask you if you are satisfied," he said grinning, "but I know that the answer is no."
"In any case, now that I've stopped are you feeling better?" he asked with a smirk.
She was silent.
