Chapter 2

Abruptly, the realization of what was about to happen to her suddenly seeped into the young redhead's mind. What had been done to her with wooden broom handles was about to be done to her with flesh and blood and muscle. She thought of possibly breaking away from him and running upstairs. He wouldn't dare follow her. But no, even if she did get away, he still had that glassine envelope, and he would be able to use it to put her away again. Besides, she was so shaky at this point, she was more than certain her legs wouldn't bear her weight.

She remained lying on the bed as he released her and got to his feet. Then he was hurriedly undressing. Ella stared and wondered what was there about this man that almost made her want to do this.

She shuddered by the time he had removed all his upper clothing. He had a lot of hair on his chest, though it was by no means a forest. He stopped for a moment, leaned down and embraced her solidly, holding her slender, shivering nakedness against his body. The boiler, in the next room, went on, and flooded the room, which had been cooling down, with heat. Ella's hands pressed flatly against his chest and rubbed his masculine nipples, the soft curls of silken hair tickling her palm.

Then the man's mouth was once again pasted to hers, once more parting the barrier of her lips, his tongue easily gliding between them, past the barrier of her sharp teeth. She found herself sucking on the oral organ while jabbing furiously at it with the tip of her own tongue.

Unconsciously, she allowed her hand to slide over his chest, as well, her fingernails raking through his hairs, touching one of his small, masculine nipples, and then she grabbed the nipple and began squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to her nipples.

The more-than-slightly dizzy young redheaded woman felt her parole officer's hand slowly tracing a path up the tremblingly heated flesh of her shuddering thighs. The heat coming from the boiler washed over the two of them, until, momentarily, her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his fingers continued sliding upward. They parted the sensitive fleshy flanges of her vibrant pussy and slipped carefully, tenderly into the heated wetness to find the quivering inner labia that enshrined her extended clitoris.

It was at that moment that her head was filled with visions of her lascivious brother-in-law. The sight of the repulsive man loomed up in Ella's brain as if he were somehow or other standing in that room with the two of them, staring down at them, a contemptuously knowing sneer scrawled across his face, contorting his already ugly features. As a result, Ella froze. When she finally did come to life, she began squirming and struggling, doing her best to tear the flesh from her parole officer's naked back.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Al gasped, leaping up and pulling himself out of reach of her sharp, clawing fingernails. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Get away from me, Mr. Bombannente," she gasped. "I don't want you to ever try touching me again!" She was shrieking at the man now, yelling, "You're nothing but an animal!"

He reached out and caught her wrists, gripping them and holding them tightly as he leaned over her and then slowly allowed his weight to sink on top of her trembling white body, almost crushing the breath out of her. He lay there, unmoving, remaining that way until she was unable to struggle any longer.

"Please, oh please... please..." Ella sobbed. "When I was a little girl my parents always told me about how wrong all this was. Now you, a man who enforces the law, is suddenly forcing this on me," she gasped, heated tears streaming down her lovely white cheeks as the man's heavy hands grabbed her roughly by her shoulders.

"It's all right to destroy your body with heroin, but it's wrong to fuck. It's all right to attack a man with a butcher knife and try to take his life from him, and it's all right for you to buy garbage, that will destroy your body, from him? It's wrong to feel good in a natural way, but it's all right to pump junk into your system that will kill you? Wake up Ella, your sense of values is topsy-turvy. What's right is what feels good as long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone else in the process."

He was aware of the full ripeness of her lovely, rounded thighs as well as the softness of her flaming pubic hair covering her pubis when he raised his stomach to fumble with his pants and slide them impatiently down his masculine hips. He kicked his shoes off in order to yank his pants off that much more easily, and that was when Ella caught a glimpse of his long, thick penis. God! It might not have been as long as a broom handle, but it sure looked one helluva lot thicker! Oh God! He was forcing his way between her slender white loins, spreading her tender thighs unmercifully as he guided his lasciviously distended member closer and closer. She bounced her buttocks on the bed in an attempt to pull away, and he simply used his knees to jam her thighs even farther apart. When she bucked her body upward again, he was ready, and he shoved a cushion under her loins, keeping her up high. Now he was able to use the rubbery head of his throbbing cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her sucking vagina.

Ella began whipping her head from side to side in a wild frenzy, shutting her eyes tightly, quaking with uncontrolled horror as she became aware of the soft, electrical contact against the ultra-sensitively palpitating edges of her involuntarily moistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, she held it for what seemed like forever, now petrified with horror in utter subjugation beneath him.

"OHHHHM... HHHUUUNNNHHH... NO... DON'T!" she uttered as she became aware of the initially solid pressure against the tightly contracted opening of her swollen, puffy and pouting vaginal lips. "WNNNNHHH... NNNOGGHHHAAHHH!" she began gasping as the massively bulbous tip slipped carefully into her, stretching her far more cruelly than any broom handle had ever done. Her tightly resilient soft, inner passage widened until she felt as though her trembling loins were going to literally tear from the unbearable pressure.

"N-O-O-O-O-O... PLLLEEEAAAASSSEEE... MR. BOMBANNENTE, YOU'RE... UUNNNHHH... HURRRRRTIIIIINNNNG MEEEEEEE..." she said, as she felt the first solid shove of his thrusting cock.

Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw neither cruelty etched in the man's features, nor joy. All she saw was a look of concentration as he continued to slowly but surely sink his throbbing penis into the depths of her helplessly exposed vagina.

Then the grin twisting his face into a tormented look of intensified consolidation disappeared as he smiled a soft smile at her, and said, very simply, "Relax, and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Ella. I told you, this is as much for you as it is for me."

She was helplessly defenseless beneath him. Utterly and completely exposed, she stared at the way the head of his cock was already inside her trembling body, and little by little the log- like shank was moving deeper and deeper inside.

"D-DON'T... PLEASE DON'T..." she gasped.

"For your good as much as my own!" he panted.

He came down very heavily on top of her, his solid masculine weight crushing the beautiful redhead firmly into the mattress beneath the two of them. He began pushing his hips forward, using the same motion as he sent his sleekly penetrating penis sliding that much deeper into the tightness of her sucking cunt. He pushed harder, harder, harder, and as a result it felt to Ella that the cock was charging into her with a roaring, uncontrolled fury, pushing the wet, inner velvety flesh of her vaginal walls in constantly pressured and rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him. The hot cock sank deeper and deeper until, with a loud groan, his weighty, wrinkled scrotum sac slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of his desperately resisting parolee's buttocks.

"Unh! Ahhhh! Oh damn, help me!" Ella cried, wailing beneath him, her pain-wracked vaginal tunnel feeling as if his plunging penis had ripped the fleshy walls into a thousand shards. She had always worried about splinters from the broom handles and had been lucky enough not to get any, but at the moment, the flesh and blood cock felt to her as if it was splintering her interior.

Al speared into the lovely redhead without mercy, knowing he wasn't going to injure her. He had fucked dozens of women and had not caused any damage to any of them in spite of the length and breadth of his swollen cock. There was that wonderful thrill of her sucking wetness surrounding his throbbing cock-head, covering him over completely as his burning length seemingly filled every part of her tenderly burning, impossibly stretched vagina.

Al lay there, not deigning to move for the moment, wanting her interior to accommodate itself to his breadth. He knew she would shortly be feeling nothing but pleasure. Ella also remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of feeling more stabbing torment inside her. There was nothing but silence except for their labored breathing and the throbbing of the oil burner in the next room.

He took a deep breath and began flexing his hard cock inside her. For the first time, Ella became aware of throbs within her body as the breadth and length of his heatedly jerking, pulsating shaft slammed into her the last half-inch. He pushed, flexing again, wanting to make sure he was all the way inside her narrow vagina.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH... HHHAAANNNGGHHH... OOONNNGGG... HHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she gasped.

Clamping the heaviness of his lustfully searching mouth over that of the lovely redhead, Al began a slow, careful rocking motion between her widespread, trembling white thighs. There was still pain for Ella, who was not used to this kind of breadth, and the agony was like tiny little explosions of searing gunpowder within her narrow depths. Her inner membranes felt burned as the man's continuing motion widened the tightly narrow feminine passageway with each short, smooth stroke. She continued groaning helplessly beneath him, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased.

Without realizing it, the redhead found her body moving as if all connection with her mind had been severed. She was responding to the beefy man's thrusts in an involuntary motion. Through the slowly disappearing pain she felt lewd flames of uncontrolled desire coursing through her, and she realized she no longer had any will to fight whatsoever. She had lost the initial battle, and in so doing, she was also going to lose the war. She was about to surrender her slender young form totally and completely to the drives of her parole officer, almost enjoying the way his broad penis continued thrusting itself into the tunnel between her widespread thighs. The mere thought that she would enjoy this after all, sent wild chills running along the base of her shuddering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Al's driving penis continuing to hungrily skewer itself wetly into her.