She stopped, her back to him. What he’d just said was the truth. And he had desired her in the same way. For years there had been this dark thing drawing them together, his need to possess her and her need to be possessed. Standing there, her legs began to tremble. She saw herself in the mirror. Her naked body glowed under the sheen of oil. Her breasts were high. Her long nipples were stiff and pink. Her bright red lips glistened. The familiar sinking feeling spread in a hot wave from her breasts to her crotch. She heard Ruben shift in his chair. “We both know what you want, Mrs. Ryan. Don’t you think you should get on your knees before your lover and say it?”
She turned and hesitated for a moment, then slowly and came back to where he was sitting. Carefully placing the photograph on the stool just as it had been, she got to her knees and looked up into Ruben’s face. “I want to...to belong to you. I want to make love to you. I want to make love to your cock.” Tentatively she touched it. “You were right. I have imagined it. Long before I was married, I wondered what the cock of Simon Ruben would look like. The picture of my husband here will cause me to make love to the cock of Simon Ruben with great passion and for a very long time.” She glanced at the photograph then back at Ruben. “I...I…wish he were alive to see how you…how you have brought me to my knees.”
“Take it in your hands,” he said. “Hold my cock between your little hands as a supplicant might hold a sacred chalice.”
She placed her hands together as if in prayer and lifted his heavy cock between them. It swelled and hardened immediately. She looked again into the face that stared back at her with contempt. She could see that he knew he had won, that he knew if she did what she was about to do, he could make her do anything. From now on there would be no need of the rat cage and no reason to phone the Facility. He smiled down at her. “It will be like this every night. My young woman, my lovely little bitch in heat, just as you are now. You will take great care to make yourself beautiful for me. Your eyes will look at me as they do now, with reverence. Your bright red lips will be warm and wet. Your small hands will lift my prick as if it were holy. You will tremble with anticipation. And you will beg as you are about to do now. Is not this true?”
Still looking up at him she gently began to caress his cock, “Yes, dearest Simon. It will be as you say. I belong to you. I beg you to take me as your lover and as your devoted…your devoted…”
“As my devoted wife? Would the young widow, Katherine Ryan, really marry fat old Simon Ruben? “
Before she could think, she quickly said, “I would be honored to become the wife of Simon Ruben.”
He leaned back and closed his eyes. “Ah, yes, a very public wedding in Saint Andrews. The lovely bride completely naked beneath a stunning white gown. The exchange of rings, the kiss before a rather stunned gathering of relatives and friends old and new.” He laughed. “Would you like that, Mrs. Ryan? Does the name Mrs. Simon Ruben appeal to you?”
Again she spoke words she hadn’t intended to say, “I would like it to be a public wedding. I’d want people to see…to see…how I feel, want them to know how pleased I am to be your bride. It’s true some of the guests would be shocked but that wouldn’t matter. In the eyes of the Church and God, I’d really belong to you. I’d be your woman proud of my name, Mrs. Simon Ruben.”
Ruben chuckled, “Nicely said, Mrs. Ryan. I haven’t proposed yet. Perhaps you can move me toward a proposal with your sweet mouth?” He leaned down and placed his damp index finger on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward to take it in. She felt his long dirty fingernail deliberately scrape the roof of her mouth and then her tongue as he withdrew it.
“Now,” he said, “my prick. Do it slowly, artfully. Begin with soft wet kisses on my balls and cock.”
She lifted his heavy cock up and back against the bulge of his stomach. She lowered her head to his huge hanging ball sack. The stench was powerful, but she breathed it in. Looking up at him, she said, “Yes, Simon, this is where I belong.” She darted the tip of her tongue over his testicles, then used the flat of her tongue to lick them as she had done earlier. They began to swell. She was careful not to touch them with her lips. She paused and raised her head, “Look at my lips, Simon. Are they acceptable? I would like to kiss the tip of your great cock as I would kiss the mouth of a lover.”
“As you might kiss the mouth of your husband on your honeymoon night?”
“Yes, like that, a long kiss, gently and with love.”
“Look at his photograph first. Then hold my prick between your hands. Pull the skin back from its head. Stare down at the knob that will soon fill your pretty mouth. Look carefully at the slit, the piss hole.”
It was clear he’d been told of her training. It was equally clear that, although she’d made herself believe she had broken free of the training, she hadn’t. It was as strong now as it had been at the Facility. At that moment she wasn’t at all sure she resented its hold on her. Perhaps she even welcomed it. The thought crossed her mind that maybe she was using her training as an excuse. Ruben’s cock was not as long as Abul’s had been but it was easily twice as thick. The bulbous head was slightly deformed. It was not cone shaped but round and tilted slightly downward from the shaft. She knew from its shape that it would rub her “G” spot when he fucked her. Quickly she glanced a Jeff’s photograph, then stared at Ruben’s hardening cock. Her mouth, as she had been conditioned, filled with saliva, and her breathing quickened. Everything in the room faded. She became aware of nothing but the monstrous penis she held between her hands. The swollen pink cockhead was smooth as satin. His piss hole was a darker pink, wide and long. It looked like a little mouth. She knew if she squeezed his cockhead slightly, it would widen further.
“Speak the words,” Ruben said.
She leaned closer to his cock, “I…I…love it. I love your great cock,” she whispered.
Ruben leaned forward his eyes watching her carefully, “Kiss it, Mrs. Ryan, kiss the prick of Simon Ruben as you would kiss the mouth of your husband.”
She groaned and squeezing his cockhead she gently opened his piss hole. She turned her head slightly and, parting her lips, pressed them over the hole. She moaned softly as she slid her tongue along his slit and then into it. Even Ruben was surprised. She was kissing his cock as if it were the mouth of a lover. He could feel the warmth of her soft lips and the caress of her tongue as she drew it slowly back and forth along his slit and gently Frenched his piss hole. The kiss lasted a long while.
Still holding his cock she gazed down at it almost transfixed. Her lip prints formed a circle around the hole that glistened with her saliva. She looked up at him, “Thank you, Simon. Could you tell? Could you feel what I was feeling?”
“Your kiss was soft and sweet and your lips were, as I knew they would be, quite warm. The probing of your delightful tongue was very pleasant.” His eyes turned hard again. “Look at the photograph,” he ordered. She turned to face the picture of her smiling husband. Ruben continued, “He was a good man, wasn’t he, Mrs. Ryan? Active in the community, helping the poor, contributing to the hospital, organizing sports for the children. He was also a good husband, kind, generous, loving in every way. He was strong and handsome and, like you, very young. Yes?”
Tears had formed and run down Kathy’s cheeks. “Yes, he was all of those things. I loved him more than I can ever say.”
“You were childhood sweethearts and, until his untimely death last year, he was the only sexual partner you’d ever had, isn’t that so?”
“Yes, we started to go together in high school and married soon after college. Until last year he was the only man I had ever slept with.”
“And you miss this decent young man you’d loved since you both were children?”
She reached out to touch the photograph, “Of course, I miss him, every moment of every day and night.”
“Now look at me,” Ruben said. “In the past two days I’ve ruined this good man’s reputation. In public I’ve accus
ed him of molesting my niece when she was a teenager. The faked letters and photographs and your own testimony have destroyed him completely. Here I sit, Simon Ruben, in your own bedroom in a chair he often occupied while he watched you at your table preparing perhaps for an evening out or for a night of making love.” He waved a hand at her, “And here you are more beautiful than ever, kneeling naked at the feet of the man who has delighted in destroying your wonderful husband’s good name. You are holding Simon Ruben’s cock between your hands. What have you to say to Simon Ruben, Mrs. Ryan?”
During his speech the tears continued to stream down her face. “The truth?” She asked, “You want the truth?”
“Yes, certainly. There will be no recriminations. Speak the truth.”
“I hate you, Simon Ruben. I hate you with every fiber of my body. If I could, I would kill you.”
“Yes, well that’s to be expected, I suppose. But there’s this other thing, isn’t there? No one forced you to kneel before me. No one made you press your lips to my cockhead.” He stared at her until she looked away. “What would you like to do now, Mrs. Ryan? What kind of pleasure do you want to give to your new lover who sits here in your husband’s chair waiting.” He paused, “Or do you still want to kill me?” Her head bowed, Kathy said nothing. He spoke again harsher this time, “I do not like to wait.”
His cock had grown limp in her hands. She lifted her head, “It isn’t a question of what I want, Simon. It’s what I need.”
He sneered at her, “What, then, do you need, Mrs. Ryan?
“You know what I need. I think you’ve known for a very long time. I need you, Simon, I need to belong to you. I need what you give me.”
He nodded, “Yes, that’s true and I have known for a long time, ever since you were an adolescent.” He leaned over and took her face between his hands. His eyes burned into hers. “What is it, Mrs. Ryan, hate or adoration? I don’t think it can be both. Do you wish to kill me or do you want to become my lover and my wife? Decide.” He stared at her for a full minute.
She lowered her eyes. “I….I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I…I…adore you. I want more than anything for you to take me as…as your lover and your wife.”
Ruben released her, and nodded. A slight smile crossed his face, “Now, tell me how you wish to give me pleasure.”
“I want to make your great cock hard again, Simon. I want to take as much of it into my mouth as I can. I want you to force me to take it all. I want to suck you for a long time. I want you to empty your cum into my mouth. I want to taste it and swallow it. And after you’ve cum, I want to clean your cock with my tongue and lips. I want to hold it against my cheeks. I want to kiss it. I want to cover Simon Ruben’s cock with soft wet kisses until he orders me to stop.”
“I am your lover?”
“Yes, Simon, you are my lover and I am yours.”
“Does it surprise you to hear yourself saying, without being forced, that you and Simon Ruben are lovers?”
“Yes, even as I spoke the words it was hard for me to realize what I was saying.” She paused and looked away for a moment. “To freely give myself to…to…to—”
He interrupted her, “To a fat, ugly, old man who delighted in destroying your fine husband’s reputation and who will delight even more in taking his wife,” he leaned forward. “Yes, Mrs. Ryan, to give yourself to a degenerate old man who will take delight in feeling the warm mouth of Jeffery Ryan’s young wife on his own, in feeling his huge cock slide into her cunt, in feeling her splendid body naked beside him each night in his bed, in watching her carefully painted lips open wide to receive his cock, and seeing her swallow his cum and afterwards kiss his piss hole in gratitude.” He sat back smiling slightly. “Do you belong to me now?”
Gently she began to stroke his cock while looking up at him. She nodded, “I do. I belong to you now.”
“Yes, ever since you yourself were a teenager I have imagined this. I felt then you would eventually be mine. You are very intelligent and extremely sensitive. Did it ever occur to you when you saw me in the village or at the country club that you would someday give yourself to me?”
“The truth?” she asked. He nodded. “Even then you seemed old and gross. I saw how you looked at me and I felt violated and frightened. Of course, I never dreamed that…that I’d be like this, like I am now on my knees naked before you. You frightened me then, as you still do. I found you disgusting.” She looked down at the cock she held, then up at him, “But there was something…something exciting beneath the disgust and the fear.”
“Your teenage nipples would stiffen and your young cunt moisten, is that not correct?”
“I fought against it. I tried to deny it. I tried, usually unsuccessfully, to avoid you whenever possible because…because I couldn’t understand why…why those things were happening to me even though I was terrified of you. Then, that night a year ago when you insisted we dance and you touched me…”
“Ah!” he said, “I suspected as much. When you were sixteen there was at times a look in your eyes that was more than disgust and fear. Last year, before you humiliated me, I felt you tremble and I noticed a flicker in your eyes of what I see now. Do you know what that is?”
“Desire?”
“Yes, the desire to submit to Simon Ruben.”
“I think you are right.”
“Now, the beautiful young widow kneels at the feet of her husband’s destroyer. I may fuck you occasionally, Mrs. Ryan, but most of the time I will want your mouth on my prick instead. I’m by nature a lazy person. I enjoy sitting here looking down on you, watching how you try to please me, knowing that you are mine and that you are anxious to kiss, and lick, and suck my prick, knowing that you will taste the sweat from my balls, knowing that soon I will shoot my cum into your mouth and you will swallow it.” While he spoke his cock stiffened between her hands. She could feel the tingling in her stomach and knew her pussy was wet. She started to lower her head to his cock but he said, “Not yet, Mrs. Ryan. I want you to think about it a little longer, anticipate the pleasure you are going to give me. Wait until you are fully aroused, until your nipples are fully extended and hard, until your cunt is dripping, until you can’t help but moan softly like an animal in heat.” He pointed at the photograph of Jeff. “Did you often tell your fine young husband that you loved him?”
She had trouble speaking. She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes, I told him all the time.”
“Have you ever honestly said those words to any other man since your husband’s death?”
She remembered being whipped until she said them to Abul. “No, I spoke them only once, but I had been beaten and drugged and made to say them.”
“You have not been drugged, or beaten, or threatened tonight, have you, Mrs. Ryan?”
His thick hard cock was pulsing between her hands. She continued to stroke it slowly. “No, Simon, I haven’t been drugged, or whipped, or threatened.”
He leaned close to her and held her face between his hands, “The words, Mrs. Ryan, I want to hear the words.”
‘Oh my God,’ she thought, ‘I can’t, I can’t.’ His ugly face was only inches from hers. His eyes burned into her. His thick lips were wet with spittle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I need you, Simon Ruben,” she said. She opened her eyes. “I’ve fought so hard against it. I don’t pretend to understand it.” She leaned forward to press her parted lips against his. She slid her tongue into his mouth. The kiss lasted only a moment. Her breath was coming so rapidly, she thought she might faint. She lifted up to kiss him again and whispered into his mouth, “I…I…worship you, Simon Ruben.”
He sat back smiling, “Let me know it in the way you make love to my prick. Make me feel what your husband never felt. Make love to my prick, Mrs. Ryan, prove you adore me. Prove it with your mouth.”
She swallowed and continued to look up at him, “I will, please, I want to.” She felt his cock pulse between her hands. “Oh yes, Simon, I will prove it with my li
ps, my tongue. Please let me make love to your cock.” She started to lower her head but again he stopped her.
“I see your fine long nipples are swollen and hard. Are they tender?” he asked.
She felt herself blush, “Yes, when I’m excited, when I am, as you say, in heat, they become engorged and are very tender.”
“If you were to offer them to me, I would twist them in a way that would cause you great pain.”
She bowed her head and shook it, “Please, dear Simon, no….”
“Very well, but it would give me pleasure to hurt you.”
His cock throbbed in her hands. She stared at the huge round cockhead. The red imprint of her lips glistened. She took her hands from his cock and placed them under her breasts. Lifting her head and rising slightly she offered her breasts to him. He took each of her distended nipples between the fat thumbs and forefingers of his hands. Then, violently he pinched and twisted them. The knife like pain seared into her brain. She threw her head back and screamed. He let go. She fell forward against him crying. After several moments she pushed herself back and looked up at him again. “You hurt me, Simon, you really hurt me,” she said.
He grinned at her. “A woman should be willing to suffer for the pleasure of her lover, should she not?”
Her nipples throbbed with pain. “Yes, Simon, a woman and should be willing….to…to suffer for the pleasure of her lover.” She placed her hands around his cock again. It had become even harder. She could feel secretions ooze from her pussy.
Ruben leaned forward again, “From now on, Mrs. Ryan, I think you should earn the privilege of sucking the prick of your lover, by first offering your nipples to him. It will be a way of showing your respect, your adoration, of proving your willingness to endure pain if doing so pleases him. Do you agree?”
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