The Girl Next Door by Lizbeth Dusseau

Author:Lizbeth Dusseau [Dusseau, Lizbeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2005-07-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

There were no more questions after that night. Hector’s new slave was less in her mind and more in her body. No need to be beaten or slapped to provoke the answers. She’d answered all the pertinent questions. She knew the cold facts, the honest truth about herself and there was no remorse.

Hector ruled her like a magical being. Left hopelessly without a clue how all this happened, Randi gave up, gave in and calmed the restlessness she’d suffered with too long. She hardly thought of Mike now.

Hector’s life was not as calm a one as Randi was first led to believe. Despite the tranquility of his paradise estate, on any given day, the place teamed with lust and kinky sex. Kissing, groping, penetration and the expectation of obedience defined her languid days. She never knew where she’d wake up, in whose bed she’d at last fallen exhausted. Often it was her own, but just as often, she wound up in Hector’s with her body entwined in several others, males, females, even Hector on occasion.

Someone would give her arm a strong tug and she’d be taken elsewhere, where she was needed. Even the cook claimed her services when she needed onions chopped or a salad made for dinner. Between parties, she scrubbed floors, disinfected toilets, dusted, vacuumed, polished silver and dipped crystals from the chandelier into a basin of warm water to clean them.

Hector liked to grab, maul her, arouse her body, then leave her desiring more of his aggressive assault. Sometimes he kissed with tender affection. Sometimes, he used her ass or cunt on the spur of the moment, taking her away from the onions or scrubbing the floors to pleasure in whatever hole he desired at that moment.

He said she could use some lessons in oral technique, so she made an extra effort to be more orally willing, even though the act of sucking a strange man’s dick disgusted her. Hector’s cock was especially difficult because of its size.

Her slight revulsion for oral sex worked especially well for the men who found pleasure force-fucking a woman’s mouth. They liked her squirming, gagging, coughing when they plunged too deeply. Those were the only times her face might be slapped. Perhaps the slapping clicked off her inhibitions because it was always easier afterwards to allow the erection to plummet toward her throat.

She rarely thought of Joey now; he was far far in her past. Not even in her daydreams. Even Mike escaped her fantasies. If she had day dreams at all, they centered around her life at Hector’s estate… on Hector’s next move, or the inconstant black man who seemed to be her perpetual favorite, or that next horny lover needing a willing sex slave to satisfy their feral need.

When she wasn’t being used herself, Randi watched slaves being beaten, often at the marble columns, but sometimes on the beach tied to a whipping post where they were hung naked, the wind from the gulf whipping fiercely against their bodies.

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