by Marie Gray
She could hardly breathe as she struggled with all her might. But the man pinned her arms down and sat firmly on her buttocks, crushing her wrists cruelly with his knees. She succeeded in giving her assailant a few good kicks but caused him not one ounce of harm. She tried in vain to calm herself down and analyze the situation. “Don’t panic, don’t panic!” she kept repeating to herself over and over. He suddenly spoke: “Calm down! I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve been looking at you for so long now…I couldn’t wait any longer. Don’t make me hit you. You’re too beautiful, Michele. I want you now.”
His tone was categorical.
It was him…him! She tried to wriggle around and look up at him. The complete darkness of the bedroom plunged her into even greater terror, and not being able to get a look at him made her feel unbearably vulnerable. A million thoughts scurried through her brain along with questions she might never get the chance to answer: How did he get in? Who is it? What did I do? Do I know him? Me, a rape victim? Me? Why me? Am I going to die? I don’t want to die! Even through the panic that was building up speed inside of her, she understood that the darkness was in fact a blessing. Perhaps he would do her no harm, knowing she could never recognize him. “Calm down, try to stay calm—calm down!” she told herself furiously.
And then, as if to confirm her last thoughts, he said: “I promise that if you stay calm, I won’t do you any harm.” He tried to make his tone reassuring. “I will leave when I’ve finished with you and you will never see me again, I promise.” The stranger gently stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, I love you. I’ll do you no harm.”
Michele could not believe her ears. This was insane. Completely insane. He loved her? But who was it? She knew him? “Oh! Martin, where are you when I really need you?” The intruder interrupted her thoughts by turning her brusquely onto her back. She couldn’t stop herself from trying to look through the darkness at his face, but it was no use; she could only discern the shape of his head. The man didn’t manage to re-restrain her on time, and she released a piercing cry and desperately attempted to hit him with her now-freed fists. But the only thing she got for her efforts was the bitter taste of leather as he clapped his hand over her mouth once more.
“I told you to stay calm.”
The voice. The hoarse, low-pitched voice was gone, and the one replacing it was soft, familiar, and patient…Martin! But the fist pinning her wrists above her head was still just as cruel and unflinching.
“You can scream if you want but no one will hear you. No one. You’re mine now. I’ve been waiting for much too long now. I love you. Don’t resist me. I wish you no harm.”
She suddenly relaxed, and he took advantage of the opportunity to quickly gag her with a silk scarf. She was still blinded by the darkness, but she knew it was Martin. Oh yes! It was him all right. It had been him since the beginning. The relief she felt made her realize the total absurdity of one of her most powerful fantasies. As relief melted fear, her pussy began to flower. She felt her lips open up and swell with desire. Martin kissed her lightly on the temple and then firmly tied her wrists together over her head. Michele was in pain…but it was as if she had been waiting for this moment all of her life, as if a door were opening up onto some sublime sense of well-being. He grabbed her night gown and ripped it off in one shot. She shivered. She tried to get up but he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and flattened her against the bed.
“So, you’re not going to be nice about this? Well then, I have no choice.”
Martin straddled her waist and slid off his belt in menacing silence. She continued to struggle and kept trying to cry out and get up, but she wasn’t strong enough. He wrapped the belt through the silk scarf that restrained her wrists and then tied it solidly to one of the bedposts. She was completely trapped now. It was wonderful, delicious, and also terribly frustrating. He took hold of her panties and slid them tightly down the length of her legs, exquisitely burning her skin. The intensity of the heat she felt in her lower belly was like a revelation, a sharp but muted aching that bore down between her legs and made her wetter than she had ever been. It was a sensation she had been dreaming of forever.
“What were you doing last night all alone? You were thinking about me, weren’t you?”
Michele detected a smile.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you were waiting for?”
She had never in her wildest dreams thought that she would ever hear Martin talk to her like this. He seemed truly angry, impatient, and not to be defied. He lifted her pelvis with one hand and began stroking her pussy with the other. Hard, much too hard, exactly the way she wanted it. His fingers kneaded her pitilessly; the combination of pleasure and pain was almost unendurable. Her wrists were killing her and her entire body was taut and alert. But her belly was on fire and she could feel the fluid sliding down between her cheeks. She had summoned this pleasure, desired it as much as the man who was on top of her now. He became the symbol of pain and she waited for him impatiently. As if he could read her thoughts, Martin grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them hard. He raked his nails across her nipples until she was screaming inside. Lukewarm tears ran slowly down her face. Tears of joy or tears of pain? She didn’t know anymore. Her assailant then started pinching and biting her breasts, her throat, her shoulders and belly. He descended the length of her body until his teeth were murdering the oh-so-delicate flesh of her inner thighs while his hands continued to pinch her as hard as he could. When his teeth finally reached the wide-open lips of his victim, the cry she had contained finally resounded throughout the bedroom. After a while, her lover pulled an object she couldn’t identify from his coat pocket. The scarf that was wrapped around her mouth disappeared, and Martin forced the strange item into her mouth. It was hard, a good-sized cylinder that was either metal or glass. Then he pulled it out abruptly and inserted it lower down, none too gently, in the place she wanted it so desperately to be. He slowly made love to her with this object so that she would be ready for his intimidating size. He shoved it in and out of her more and more rapidly and brutally until Michele felt herself on the verge of coming. Then he pulled the object out and threw it against the wall where it exploded into a million pieces.
The barely perceptible sound of his pants being unzipped with demented slowness was a torment to his prey. He knelt over her face. At last! He forced her mouth open and invaded it mercilessly with the cock she gratefully accepted. He drove his member deep down her throat, choking her and causing new tears to flow. With great difficulty, she slid her tongue around him, taking him in as best she could. It hurt, and her pussy was starved for him now. The pleasure she felt was almost frightening.
“You like this, don’t you? That’s really too bad.”
He was up in one bound. He retreated from the bed and left the room with deliberate slowness.
“Good-bye, Michele.”
“What?! Come back here—come back right now!”
She heard the front door squeak open and a puff of cold air made its way right back to the bedroom. He had left! What had she done to deserve this kind of abandonment? He was actually leaving her there, all tied up and panting with desire, on the verge of the most powerful orgasm of her life! The bastard! And then:
“Did you really think I’d just leave you here like this?”
The brutal caresses began again. He penetrated her with his fingers as he pinched and bit her all over. Unable to hold back anymore, Michele came in spite of herself.
“I didn’t give you permission to come. You weren’t supposed to!”
He stood stark still for one tiny instant.
“I’m going to have to punish you.”
He turned her over onto her belly, lifted her pelvis and entered her, with no warning, in one violent thrust. She thought she was going to tear in two. Never had Martin made love to her with such savagery, such brutality, and she loved it!
She begged him not to stop. He bent over and grabbed her breasts from behind, squeez
ing and scratching them as he did. He inserted himself with ease into the deepest parts of her. She was crushed and nearly suffocated by his substantial weight, and it felt like her thighs and buttocks were being split in two. She came again, and then again, but he was still harder than ever as he continued to violate her with such force that she had no choice but to completely submit to the attack. Her belly contracted and her body writhed under the violence of the orgasm that seemed to go on forever, forcing her lover to speed up and drive his shaft inside of her with even greater fury until he came as well, spraying her exhausted back, buttocks, and thighs.
They were breathless, exhausted, and floating in a dreamlike lethargy. If it was all a dream, thought Michele, then I’ve truly outdone myself in the fantasy department! Martin gently untied her wrists and lay down beside her. Her feelings were well worth analyzing, but she felt beyond words right now. She was completely and utterly fulfilled. They fell asleep together and the last thing she remembered was the vague overall throbbing of her body and the last little spasms of pleasure that had followed her to the edge of sleep.
The next morning, Michele woke up to the smell of coffee brewing downstairs. The sun was shining and the storm had left a beautiful lace-like pattern of frost on the window. Martin, the Martin she had always known, entered the room carrying a tray containing a sumptuous breakfast. He was back to normal: a young professional in a velour bathrobe, with a voice that was soft and tender. He looked lovingly at his wife, but there was a sparkle in his eye that hadn’t been there before.
He kissed her lightly on the forehead as he placed the tray in front of her. Right there beside the breakfast was a magnificent bouquet of white lilies and a little white envelope. Inside there was a card that bore an insipid little drawing of pink flowers, ribbons, and little birds. And written inside, in the familiar handwriting, was the predictable: “I love you, Martin.”
Metamorphosis
or
An Ordinary Man’s Extraordinary Adventure
Bernard still had no idea how it had happened—and it couldn’t have mattered less! The dramatic changes in him were indeed extraordinary, but so were the consequences of that change.
He did not consider the possible causes of this transformation worth studying. It would be a useless exercise anyway. The only important fact was that his lifelong dream and greatest aspiration came true from one day to the next. He was transformed, overnight it seemed, from a chubby, myopic little toad into a veritable Don Juan.
Bernard had never believed in miracles, but he had been sadly dragging his secret wish around since he was very little. His flaws, however, shouldn’t be exaggerated. He hadn’t been that horrible-looking before. But now! It happened one fine morning, just like that. There had been no deafening peals of thunder or stupendous flashes of lighting. The hand of God did not reach down to bestow a divine blessing on his head. At least, not that he knew of.
He had gone to bed the night before around midnight, as he usually did, after drinking a few beers and numbing his brain with a few pretty vapid sitcoms. And the next morning, BANG! Without the least little bit of pain, or any remarkable sensation for that matter, the new Bernard had materialized.
Entering the bathroom that day to proceed with his usual early-morning routine, he didn’t even notice that the mirror was reflecting an altogether different face. It was only after his first coffee, when he went to shave, that he noticed the change and thought he must be dreaming: a stranger in the mirror was staring back at him with a stupefied expression on his face—a stranger who didn’t have the expected swollen eyes and wild strands of hair flying all over the place, the way he usually did every morning. But this stranger still looked somewhat familiar…he realized it was still him, just a new, super-improved version of him.
The first thing Bernard noticed was the hair. The head his hair was quickly abandoning, something he was powerless to stop, now boasted a luxurious mane that would have made Samson green with envy. And this was only the beginning. The next realization was that the hideous mustache that had partially caused his divorce was gone and the all-too-familiar soft, doughy contours of his face had sharpened into the most seductive planes and angles. His body seemed to have suddenly lengthened, but that was because the extra pounds that lovingly encircled his gradually expanding waistline had melted like butter in the sun. His shoulders had become godlike, practically bursting out of his sleeves. I’ll have to get bigger clothes! he thought. His stomach had flattened and was now rippling with superb muscles, and his once hairless, lily-white chest was now thickly covered with manly chest hair. “I can go topless now!” he told himself happily. But these were still not the most extraordinary changes.
No, the most unbelievable transformation of all had taken place between his legs, the domain of the organ that had been limp and useless for ages. He stared at it now in all of its ready-for-anything glory; it had reached a size that he had only seen in the raunchiest porn movies. His pointless little cock had metamorphosed into a veritable deadly weapon, a love machine, a public menace! And this missile was waiting impatiently to be fired.
The blessedly transformed Bernard dealt with the shock, pleasant as it was, as best he could and prepared himself for yet another day at the office. Questions that raced through his mind such as “What the hell happened?” or “Will my friends recognize me?” became irrelevant as soon as he pulled on his pants and felt his new source of pride protesting against the lack of space.
Leaving his apartment that morning—and every other morning after that—Bernard knew the true meaning of the word happiness. And every night from then on, he would recite thank-you prayers to every god he could think of. That way, the one responsible for such generosity would understand his gratitude and wouldn’t abandon him.
His life had never been the same since that marvelous morning. For the first time, women—actual drop-dead-gorgeous women—were literally falling into his arms. Bernard, who had never thought in his wildest dreams he could ever attract the attention of these beautiful women who crossed his path every day, was on the receiving end of smile after tantalizing smile.
One day, as he was patiently waiting at a traffic light, some movement to the left of him caught his eye. Turning around, he saw an amazing blond wearing lipstick that matched the shade of her little red sports car flash him the most incredible smile. She then started blowing him moist little kisses, her voluptuous breasts rising up with each one. His joy was indescribable! “Me!” he said to himself ecstatically. “She’s doing this to me!” He desperately wanted to get into her car and have her drive to some discreet little motel, but he had a rendezvous with Cynthia, an adorable redhead he had met a few days ago.
How could he choose? Bernard found himself in the fantasy world of an adolescent virgin willingly locked up in a women’s prison with hundreds of lust-maddened females dying to give him his introduction to sex.
He kept wondering, Did some kind of fairy do this to me? A fantastic fairy, with a body to make a saint risk damnation, who chose me, above all others, to be her lifelong sexual partner? Whenever he felt any pangs of conscience for his promiscuous behavior, he just told himself, “The good fairy also has the power to remove the spell whenever she pleases, so I better take full advantage of the situation, even if it’s only to perfect my technique for the day when she claims me.”
It was Cynthia whom he finally honored with his presence, and this decision proved to be anything but disappointing. She did unbelievable things to him! And since his new, improved, splendidly alert organ performed with a tirelessness he just wasn’t used to, he did not disappoint her either. He took her four times during that unforgettable night, and by the end of it his cock, as resilient and high-performance as it was, felt like it might fall off. For hours, as she completely submitted to his every demand, he used her body in as many imaginative ways as possible, making sure every orifice was carefully exploited. At one point, however, she jumped up and took the initiative. Firmly straddl
ing him, she rode him as hard as she could and screamed with pleasure at his exceptional prowess.
He was a little tired and irritable the next morning, but ready to start all over again. And that’s when his ingenious idea came to him. After a quick study of his financial situation, Bernard came to the conclusion that he could afford to treat himself to a little something. He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken advantage of his single life. Of course, the old Bernard’s single life had never offered him many opportunities to take advantage of, but all of that had certainly changed now. His last holiday had been spent trying to save his marriage to Janine. All that effort, only to watch her walk out the door again, taking the little one with her.
An enticing advertisement in the paper made him opt for a cruise to Miami, the Bahamas, and Cuba. But a certain turn of events along the way made him miss the second part of the cruise.
The last thing he had imagined when he signed on for the trip was that the cruise ship would eventually leave him behind while he blissfully floated on a small raft off the shore of Key West, listening to the crystalline laughter of young women coming from a nearby sailboat as he continued to recover from the shock of his first encounter with Valérie, a wonderfully fascinating woman with her own special brand of sensuality.
He had met Valérie on the Sea Queen during the first leg of his trip. She was French, but through some connection or other, she had landed a summer job working as a hostess on the ship before returning to her studies in the fall. Bernard’s first days on board were spent lazing by the pool in the sun, where he read thrillers and admired the dazzling sea in addition to his darkening tan. The latter was a revelation because his old skin would have reddened at first exposure. The ship was incredibly luxurious, but he barely noticed: he was surrounded by young bronzed beauties who presented him with their well-oiled bodies, graceful gestures, easy smiles, and light conversation. There wasn’t much more to be said!