Experiment In Terror by Lizbeth Dusseau

Author:Lizbeth Dusseau
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2012-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

She couldn’t help that she wanted the darkness. She couldn’t dispel the need to keep probing deeply where a sane person would dare not go. The vivacious redheaded Audrey seemed so normal on the outside, but when she was alone and her desires started to fester, she’d be combing the internet for the kind of sex that fed her addiction to the dark and restless side of life.

That was how she ended up with Bliss, a rocker with a huge cock and a big smile and a physical need to knock women around. He’d get so pumped up on drugs and high on his music during a gig at one of the local taverns that he’d leave the place flying and needing a fix. Audrey offered herself on the first night she saw him play. His sex juices spilled into his music and flooded her with a raunchy need for him. She could even see from the audience that his prick stuck out hard and throbbing from his jeans. She imagined it so firm, so dominant that she’d get off just sucking him.

They hooked up quickly, once he saw her with her wildly disheveled red hair, the thick makeup, the skimpy ‘come on’ clothes. Her t-shirt was cropped well above her waist and her breasts were naked underneath, her nipples rock hard and poking through the thin fabric. She walked straight up to him and said, whispering, “I know this little beach…”

That was all he needed.

The beach was perfect, a deserted, lonely stretch of sand reaching miles into the distance.

He only wanted one thing from her. He beat her hard with his belt while she lay over a cold and craggy rock, then he took her in the ass with just the juices of her cumming pussy to lubricate his entry. Once he had enough of the willing redhead, he left her raped in the sand, naked, her clothes strewn everywhere. She wouldn’t even find her shorts. She would find his t-shirt, which was long enough to cover her body while she hiked back up the cliff and found someone to help her home.

Back at home, she was sore and feeling pleasantly like damaged goods. But there would be no visible signs of the night if she dressed conservatively the next day. She knew she shouldn’t take such risks, but she couldn’t stop.

Running Wild, Marilyn Hayworth, 2004

***

Rachel…

Days after the black men used me, I lived with their presence in my psyche, unable to shake them from my thoughts. I don’t know why and it bothered me, though as the days went by, the memory of them seemed to recede. This was what I hoped for.

I had lunch with Jackson at his invitation. We were both distracted and the date ended badly. He couldn’t stay off his cell and I had a call from Kyle right in the middle of my crab chowder. Jackson saw me grimace when I saw the name pop up on caller ID.

“Who was that? You look so sour.

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