Penny glared at him. “Your tongue, you damn bastard,” she hissed.
“Happy to oblige, ma'am,” he responded. His head disappeared from her sight, below the sheets draped across her knees.
She managed to stifle an oral expression of the orgasm, but he knew.
“I would like to give you a breast exam, but Mandy may be back any second now.” He pulled off the rubber gloves and tossed them in a receptacle. “Put your clothes on and come to my office. We need to talk."
He was sitting behind a small desk in a tiny cubicle when she entered. He motioned towards two pills and a paper cup of water on the corner of the desk. “Take them,” he said. “They'll relax you a little."
She gulped down the pills. “You just raped me with your fingers and tongue, you bastard,” she said with less fury than she intended.
“Keep your voice down,” he warned. “These walls are thin. Rape is sexual activity inflicted on someone who doesn't want it. You asked for it.” He pulled from his pocket a small tape recorder and pushed a button.
Penny heard his voice and then her own:
“You want me to finish you with my thumb or my cock?"
“Your tongue, you damn bastard."
He snapped off the little machine. “If you were as concerned about protection as I am, you wouldn't have an unwanted fetus growing in your belly. Who's the father?"
“None of your damn business,” she replied.
“That's true,” he said. “Are you absolutely certain you want to abort this pregnancy?"
“I'm sure,” she replied, “but I want to delay it to the last possible moment."
“And why is that?” he asked.
“Again, it's none of your damn business."
“Right again,” he laughed. “You plan to slap a paternity suit on some poor guy?"
“That's enough,” she replied, but when she stood up to leave her head was swimming. She sat back down. “What the hell did you give me?"
“Like I said, something to make you relax. You might get a few thousand, threatening to sue one of these clowns in Dot, but I can tell you how to make ten, maybe twenty thousand off that baby. Interested? Of course you are."
“Who are you?” She realized her voice didn't sound right.
“I haven't been in Dot long, but long enough to snoop through Dr. McGee's files. The stupid bitch doesn't lock anything up. There's a couple in Dot who are patients of McGee's and want a baby in the worst sort of way. The woman had a tubal ligation years ago. They are trying in-vitro fertilization, but if that doesn't work, I know I could get several grand out of them for your bastard. I'll split the take with you."
“Who the fuck are you?"
“The pills got to you fast, didn't they, Penny?” He moved to her side and helped her to her feet. “You need a nice little nap, and you're in luck. My apartment is upstairs, right here in the Dollar building."
“She's a little upset about things,” he said with a confidential wink at Mandy who was working the admittance desk. “I'm going to walk her to her car."
Mandy nodded and returned to her paperwork.
As the elevator started its slow climb to the fourth floor, he slipped his hand inside her blouse.
“Who are you?” she managed to ask one more time.
“Look at me, Pen,” he smiled. “Imagine me with a beard and long, greasy hair."
“Spud,” she gasped as he pinched her nipple.
“Not Spud any longer. Its Alfred now, but you may call me Al. Shit, I worked my way through medical school in Florida selling drugs to you and your friends."
“Spud,” she muttered. “I'm clean now."
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “But I'll have that changed by morning."
He pushed the button that stopped the elevator between floors and pushed her against the back wall of the compartment, groping her freely. She could not lift her arms. He slapped her face twice and laughed at her feeble attempt to ward off the blows. He grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees. He stood back and sneered as he lowered his pants. “You got yours in the examining room. Now it's my turn, Pen. Open that educated little mouth of yours."
He wiped his semen from her face and practically dragged her from the elevator to his apartment, propping her in a sitting position on his bed. “Its time for that breast exam now,” he said, pulling off her blouse.
She tried to resist, but couldn't. He snatched off the bra, causing the straps to cut into her shoulders. “Good God,” he exclaimed. “They are more beautiful that I imagined.” He squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. She sat there, aware, but unable to stop him. “In Florida you fucked anything wearing pants—but not me. Well,” he continued as he pulled off her skirt, “all that will change now."
He pushed her onto her back and stripped off her panties. He rubbed her crotch. “I've already looked that thing over good, but, unlike what they teach in medical school, one cunt is not just like another,” he laughed. “Your clit is twice the size of a normal one and when you climax the damn thing jerks like a man's dick.” He let his hands slide up to her breasts. He looked at her face. “Damn,” he said. “Asleep already. Oh, well. You'll keep until I get off work."
He kissed her nipples. “Better safe than sorry,” he said. He picked up a roll of duct tape from his dresser, bound her wrists together and then her ankles. “Now we wouldn't want you to do any screaming if you should wake up before I get back,” he chuckled as he smoothed a strip of the silver tape over her mouth.
Chapter Nineteen
Young snapped on the bedroom light. Penny turned her head to the left and shut her eyes against the sudden brightness. “I see you are awake, you beautiful big breasted bitch,” he laughed.
He deposited a small black leather satchel on the foot of the bed and sat beside her. He placed his hand on her lower stomach, ran it over the stubble covering her pubic bone and jammed it between her thighs, tickling the folds of her labia with his middle finger. “Did you miss me Pen?” he laughed. A finger plunged inside her. She arched her back against the pain.
He ran both hands up over her belly, pausing briefly to finger her navel and then cup her breasts. He squeezed at just the right spots to pop forward her rosy nipples. He flicked his tongue over first one and then the other nipple, smiling with satisfaction as they jumped to attention.
She rolled her head back and glared at him with hatred, her eyes now accustomed to the light. “My, what a naughty look,” he said as he moved his right hand down to her kidney area. “Let's see now, it's been almost five hours. I'll bet you need a potty break,” he laughed and pressed a fist hard into her bladder.
She again arched her back against the torment.
He picked up the black satchel, rested it on her stomach, and opened it. “Al has something very nice for Pen,” he said, putting together a hypodermic needle and filling it with a clear fluid. He held it up for her to see, pushed the plunger just enough to cause a little of the fluid to squirt from the end of the needle. “You used to pay me fifty bucks a pop for this,” he said. “This one's on the house."
She shook her head vigorously and tried desperately to make intelligible sounds through the gag. He held the needle close to her face and squeezed her right breast. “Remember how nice this makes Pen feel?” he leered.
She tried to scream at him.
He forced her face to her right using his left elbow. A vein on her neck popped up. “We'll slip it in this way, so you can feel the effects immediately,” he grinned.
She screamed so violently behind the gag that, although he pricked the skin, he missed the vein. He sat up. “You'll have to forgive me,” he said, testing the needle again by forcing a little of the fluid out. “I'm a bit out of practice."
Again, she pled with him behind the gag. He looked at her for several seconds with a smirk on his lips. “Does Pen have something she wants to say?"
She nodded affirmatively. “If I take the gag off will you promise to be a good girl?” he asked
.
She nodded vigorously. He yanked the tape from her face.
“I'll do anything you want,” she gasped. “I'll give you the damn baby. You can do what you like with it. Spud, I'm off the stuff, now. It was hell."
He slapped her face savagely. “Damn it, I told you my name is Al. Don't ever call me Spud again."
She began to cry. “I'm sorry. I forgot."
He slapped her twice more. “What's my name?"
“Al, Alfred, Al. Oh, God, Al, please don't get me hooked again. Baby, I'll do anything you want. I always wanted to screw you. It's just that I was afraid of you. Al, Baby, do it to me now. I want you so bad."
“Well, now. That's an interesting offer,” he said, placing the hypodermic syringe on the bedside table. “Let's see if you mean it."
“Al, Baby, I do mean it. Take your clothes off, honey—quickly—I need you now."
He stood and shucked off his clothes. He was fully erect. Penny recoiled at the sight. His penis stuck straight out for an inch or two, turned down at a slight angle and then the head turned up awkwardly. It was skinny and, except for the head that was flaming red, it was as dark as a black man's penis. She knew from experience. There was an African-American in Florida who, among others, taught her the art of making love.
“Oh mercy, Al Honey, that's the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. I'll bet that thing can do a real number inside me."
He picked up his pants and pulled a small knife from his pocket. He cut and ripped away the tape from her ankles.
“Al, let me pee first,” she said.
He climbed onto the bed, parted her legs, and again dug his fingers into her bladder. She clamped her jaws against the pain.
“Pull your legs back and spread ’em,” he demanded.
“Sweetie, at least free my hands so I can stroke you,” she pleaded.
He leered at her and again dug his fingers into her bladder. “I don't think so, bitch,” he said sadistically.
She arched her back again against the pain and assumed the position he demanded. He was inside her instantly.
“Oh, Baby,” she moaned. “You're so big."
It was over so fast that she didn't have time to fake an orgasm.
He dropped down on her, letting his full weight rest on her outstretched body.
“Been a long time,” he gasped. “I thought your sucking me off in the elevator would even things out, but it didn't. It'll last longer next time, bitch."
“It was wonderful, Al,” she purred. “Get the tape off my hands and wrists so I can get you hard again with my hands and mouth."
“I prefer my method for getting another hard-on.” He rolled to a sitting position and retrieved the hypodermic needle. He forced her head to her right with his hand and lowered the needle.
“Wait, Al,” she pleaded. “You want the baby, don't you?"
“So?"
“So it's going to be hard to sell a baby born an addict."
“Shit,” he said. “I hadn't thought about that. Still, it's the only way I have of controlling you."
“You don't need to control me, Al. I need the money, but I have no idea of how to sell the baby. I was going to have an abortion, remember?"
“You cross me, Pen, and I'll make you hate the day you were born."
“I won't cross you, Al. I promise."
He pulled on his shorts and tan pants. “The bathroom's in there,” he said, jerking his head to the right. He followed her and when she was through, he blotted her dry with a wad of toilet tissue.
He cut off the tape from her wrists, pulled her off the commode and bent her over the sink. “Spread ’em nice and wide,” he commanded. “I told you I would get hard on my own real quick,” he said as he pushed down his pants and shorts. He lightly rubbed the head of his penis up and down the slit of her vagina until the tempting box lubricated itself. He entered her from behind.
“You do the work,” he demanded and she obeyed, rubbing against him slowly.
“Who's the daddy?” he asked.
“The preacher in Dot—name's Mack McGee."
“Holy cow,” he exclaimed. “Mary's Lou's husband?"
“Yeah. I was his secretary before my uncle died. She wasn't screwing him, so I did."
He laughed. “You were a damn church secretary?"
“I was good at it too,” she pouted.
“I've seen Mary Lou's books. The clinic runs fairly close to a break-even basis. She just pays herself a hundred grand a year. I don't have any idea what he makes, but we should be able to get fifty thousand out of him. Shit. The preacher. Maybe we can get more if we put him on a time payment schedule."
She started moving her buttocks faster. “I was thinking of twenty thousand."
“No way, Pen. He'll pay through the nose to keep his reputation intact. You do need me, Pen."
“Yeah,” she said as she faked a moan of pleasure, “in more ways than one.” She twisted her torso around and offered him her lips, which he greedily accepted.
“You sure he's the father?"
“Yeah. He's the only man I've been with since leaving Florida."
“Why did you leave Florida for this hick town?"
He didn't seem to be close to ejaculation. She changed her tactics and began moving her bottom in a circular motion, remembering how much Billy liked that action. “I got busted. We all did. I don't know how you escaped,” she said.
“I paid well for advance information. I learned about the raid just before it happened. I didn't have time to warn anybody."
“Yeah, right,” she said sarcastically. “Anyway, I got off light. Dad paid the fine and sent me through detox. Then he told me to get the hell out of his sight. He disowned me, Al. I had no choice but to come live with my uncle here in Dot."
“Your uncle is the one who died a week or two ago?"
“Four weeks ago."
“Okay,” he said as he squeezed her breasts. “We nail the preacher for getting you pregnant and we sell the baby to the Nickels family. Folks in town are going to notice your belly swelling up. How are you going to explain it."
“I thought I'd blame it on Uncle Amos. Dead men tell no tales. Everybody in Dot knows he was a strange man. A few know exactly how strange. They'll buy it. How did you wind up in Dot, Al?"
“It got too hot in Florida, if you know what I mean. I saw an ad for the job at the Dot clinic in a trade magazine. A little town is a perfect place to disappear. Besides, as a nurse practitioner I can pick and hook new clients without raising any suspicions. You know the rich bitch who, along with her husband, owns Dot?"
“Sandra Dollar?"
He nodded, forgetting she could not see his face. “I'm working on her now, and that lawyer woman has been depressed for months. She's most grateful for my help."
“I heard she lost her baby."
“Lost it, hell. The dumb broad beat her fucking belly with a baseball bat until she aborted. She's Mary Lou's sister, so its all been hushed up."
“Why didn't she just get a legal abortion?"
“Beats the hell out of me. This isn't getting it, Pen. Pull your ass cheeks apart."
She obeyed and turned a cry of pain into a moan as he pushed his way past her sphincter muscle.
“I take it the old man didn't leave you much."
“Not much. A little farm, a couple of thousand and a dozen greenhouses."
“Greenhouses? The guy was a florist?"
“No, but that's an idea. He grew hothouse vegetables during the off season. It should earn about twenty thousand this year. I've been wondering what to do with the greenhouses when local vegetables start coming in. Maybe I can grow some sort of flowers and sell them to florists."
He slapped her on her right hip. “Let me feel that big ass of yours,” he demanded.
She pushed against him and tried to move faster, but she was nearing exhaustion.
“I can't picture you as a farmer,” he laughed. “Sounds like hard work. However, we're going to start growing m
arijuana in some of those greenhouses. We'll make a fortune. Hell, we can sell a ton of it to Mary Lou."
“The doctor will buy it?"
“Sure. She's a softie. Its illegal, but it's a good pain reliever for those with terminal cancer and glaucoma. She keeps a little in her safe."
“Al,” she gasped. “I can't keep this up."
He dug his thumbnails into her nipples. “Move it, bitch,” he commanded.
She tried, but her knees buckled.
He relented. “Okay, take it easy for a minute.” He began the age-old in and out movement males seem to be born knowing how to perform. She put on a whale of a performance. Her cries of pretended pleasure finally brought him to orgasm. They both collapsed on the bathroom floor.
“We'll make a damn good team,” he said, pulling her on top of him and flattening her chest against his own. “Tomorrow is my day off. I think I will go home with you tonight and look over your farm and greenhouses."
“No!” she cried too quickly.
“No?” he asked, pushing her up by her shoulders so he could see her eyes.
“There's ... there's something I haven't told you. Farming those greenhouses is hard work. I've ... I have a retarded boy—man really—living at the house. He does the heavy work. I need him, and he doesn't like strangers. Give me a few days to tell him about you. Then you can come."
“You fucking that boy?"
“Of course not."
He grabbed her hand and bent it backwards. Waves of pain swept over her. “Don't lie to me. Are you fucking the retarded boy?"
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He relieved the pressure but continued to hold her hand bent backwards.
“Is he the father of your child?"
“No."
He applied the pressure again.
“I don't know,” she blurted out. “I don't think so. I screwed Mack before I let Billy have me."
“Why in the hell would you screw a retarded boy?"
“I'm teaching him to read and other things. He may be retarded, but he's a quick study. He's a good-looking guy, Al, with a huge cock. I figured I'd teach him to do it right and never have to go on the prowl again. Besides, as long as I let him sleep with me I don't have to pay much for his services as a personal servant."
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