Chapter 4

His latest words were absorbed silently by Rona, who was almost numb at the thought of doing what this man wanted her to do. She watched him puffing on his cigar, and she supposed he expected her to suck on his... she wasn't able to bring herself to say the word... in the same way as he was smoking his cigar. Her eyes stared at him with emptiness, a trace of inner bitterness crossing the fullness of her rich, red, thin lips. He wanted her to disrobe. Well what the hell did it matter now? He had her totally in his power--totally and completely. Unless this was one of the tests God had sent. No one ever had a smooth road, and yes, it made sense for her to think that this might indeed by a holy test, and in performing what this man asked, she might eventually prove her worthiness to again continue the good work she believed she had been doing prior to her arrest. All prophets and worthwhile people had stumbling blocks. Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Ghandi, Martin Luther King--all of them.

Or perhaps this was a punishment being visited on her by the Almighty for being indiscreet in the way she had gone about her work. Had not God punished Moses for smiting the rock when he was supposed to have merely spoken to it to have it bring forth water? All right, she would accept it, whether it was a test or punishment, and she would prove how well she would undertake this punishment.

"All right," she said aloud, her voice sounding properly dull. "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Excellent!" Al nodded. "I see this is more than just a TV room. I notice you've some fine stereo equipment here, as well," he smiled, shocking her by suddenly starting to remove his clothing then and there.

"Yes!" she nodded.

With Rona in front of him, Al nakedly padded over to the stereo console, looking at all the expensive equipment. There had to be between ten and twenty-thousand dollars worth of stereo playback equipment there. He ran his hands through the racks of records that popped out when the right button was pressed on the console, and he found what he was looking for.

"This," he told Rona. "Put it on the turntable," he said, pointing to an old Rek-o-Kut turntable, which had to have been the finest turntable ever made. The company was no longer in business, which made the turntable a collector's item.

She put the record on. It was an album of striptease music, and the sound came through the huge Stentorian speakers, filling the theater-like room.

Al walked back to the sofa, but stood near it, putting his cigar in a nearby ashtray, keeping his body between Rona and the locked door of the room.

"Now," he said, "keep time with the music and take it off, take it all off!"

Obediently, her courage coming from the belief that this was either a just punishment or a test, Rona slowly, in time to the music, undid her negligee, stepped out of it, and draped it on one of the other sofas. Then she removed her nightgown revealing she had nothing at all on underneath.

Al had to admit she had one stunning body. Her legs were a little thin, but the rest of her was gorgeous. She had nice, full breasts which, in spite of her age, had not yet started to sag. The tan nipples And tan areola were centered perfectly, both of them dancing with Rona's body movements as if suspended by invisible wires. Her pubic hair was bountiful, but trimmed very neatly. Al wasn't the least bit ashamed to ogle her and enjoy the sight of her.

"Now," he said, "to make you understand that in the eyes of the Creator, anyway, you're no better than the lowest whore, I want you to keep time with that music and start swinging your body as you walk around the room."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, make like a whore. Pretend you're trying to sell that body to me," he smiled, his hand reaching down, the fingers lightly tapping the top of a telephone receiver.

"I can't do anything like that," Rona said, aghast at his suggestion.

"You sure as hell can," Al nodded. "Come on, do it, honey. You have a lovely body. Pretend you're a slave at an auction and you want me to buy you. Come on, you can do it!"

Rona felt her face reddening with shame. This man was truly demeaning her in every way possible. He wasn't trying to spare her any kind of humiliation. As far as she was concerned, this man had to have a sick mind to make her do such horrible things. For all she knew he might be completely insane. Unfortunately, there was nothing she was able to do about it. To complain to the parole board might well land her right back in prison.

She felt repulsed, though she did have a strong stomach and so felt no nausea. She knew she would have to see this horrible thing through, right to the end, and then she had to hope he wouldn't renege and give her away, anyway. If she did give him the name of her connection in Mexico, and the man was put out of business, then Al Bombannente would no longer have any kind of hold over her. Then she would get back some of her own.

Lifting her lovely head, desperately trying her best to compose herself, the lovely brunette squared her shoulders, her heart continuing to helplessly triphammer in her breast, and she began slowly walking around the room, keeping some sort of rhythmic time to the music hoping she would at least please the man enough so that he would simply get on with all this.

"Is-is this what you want?" she asked.

"Come on, Miss Everson, you're supposed to be a slave girl who is enticing me to buy her. Right now you're walking around as if you're covered with plaster. Swing those hips, honey, get me all heated up so I'll have the urge to buy you."

Chewing on her lower lip to hold back a continually mounting tide of hatred burning inside her, Rona slowly began swinging her hips from side to side as she walked around the room. She shut her eyes, trying to shut out the degradation she felt.

"That's much better," Al told her. "Now face me, come close, and use your hands to press your breasts tightly together. Yeah, that's the way, so there's almost no space at all between the nipples."

Rona was beginning to feel the rhythm of the music, and she swayed her body from side to side before starting to walk around the room again, her hands pressing against the sides of her full, rounded breasts, squeezing them firmly as she ran her tiny pink tongue over her lips.

"That's not bad, not bad at all," Al told her. "You know, if you work at it long enough and hard enough, you might fit very nicely into some man's harem." He was taunting her, she knew, reveling in the power he had over her.

Al sat back on one of the sofas and took another puff from his cigar before letting it rest in the ashtray. He didn't have to stroke his penis. It stood straight up in the air, a mighty, white tower of power with a purple-pink head that was already leaking the colorless fluid that was lubricating it. He smiled, noting how easy it was for any woman, even a prude like this one, to imitate a whore. Yes, she was going to be a good one, all right.

Inwardly his mind swelled as he felt another triumph. This woman hated him at the moment, he knew that. But before they left here, she would learn to love him as all the other female parolees had learned. For a thin woman she was voluptuous, and in spite of her age she was still innocent. Al always rationalized that when he fucked a woman like this, he rid her of an innocence she ought not to have had in the first place. In reality, he was doing her a favor.

Another reason for making her go down on him was, quite simply, that the sight of her did over arouse him. He knew if he tried fucking her, he would climax too quickly, and all she would have from the experience was pain. If he made her blow him first, and then he grew another erection and fucked her, by the time he was finished with her, she would be so overjoyed with what he did to her, she would do anything and everything he told her to do, and she would do it all willingly.

"All right, all right, now stand still right in front of me," he ordered. "I'm going to do something not even the doctor who helped bring you into the world ever did, I'm going to take a good, long look at that lovely pussy of yours."

"That's disgusting!" Rona gasped.

"You know, I'll bet you've never even gone to a gynecologist because you hate the idea of a man looking at you down there," Al said to her.

"I go to a female gynecologist," Rona said defensively.

"Yeah, well who would know more about a cunt than a female. Okay, honey, let's see that cunt of yours."

Obediently, the unhappy brunette stopped before the handsome parole officer who was sitting forward on the sofa, his throbbing penis angled out and down now, almost out of her sight. Rona was surprised to realize she was almost anxious to look at the masculine appendage.

"Push that body of yours forward, Miss Everson, and spread those lovely legs of yours."

Rona sighed and did as the man instructed her to do, letting him lean forward and peer into her vaginal slit. He breathed deeply, then looked up at her face and said, "For a virgin who knows nothing about sex, at least you know how to keep a clean pussy."

The humiliated woman said nothing, swallowing hard, hating him for doing this to her, yet she didn't fight him when he took her hands and placed them between her thighs, using her fingers to pull back her pussy lips. She understood what he wanted, and when he let go, she continued keeping her labia pulled apart.

Rona didn't know why, but underneath the shame she felt something else, something stronger. Deep down, she was as proud of her body as any woman, but her upbringing had always been so strong that she had never consciously admitted it before. True, she did occasionally pose naked in front of a mirror when she was alone, admiring the fact that for a woman of her age she was still well built. But this was the first time she was actually exposing her inner vaginal self to anyone, male or female. Not even her female gynecologist was looking at her cunt with the interest this man was showing, and though she knew she hated him, she also knew she was indeed enjoying all this.

"That is one beautiful vagina," Al said, sitting back again. "You know, it's a shame it's gone to waste all these years."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, vaginas were meant to contain penises. When a penis doesn't continually make use of vaginas, it withers after awhile. When a vagina isn't used by at least one cock with a certain regularity, it, too, internally shrinks. However, you may be one of the lucky ones. You may still be saved. I'll eventually have to plumb your feminine depths and find out for myself."

"You wouldn't!" Rona gasped.

"We'll see," Al laughed, sitting back. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at my cock."

Rona turned red, not wanting to discuss it. She said, "I just looked out of curiosity."

"Well I'll settle your curiosity by telling you it's longer and thicker than the average cock."

"I didn't ask, ', she said.

"I know, but I'm telling you, anyway. Tell me, considering this is your first look at a penis, what are your impressions?"

"I... uhhhhhh... don't know what to say," she replied.

"Other women have fallen in love with it, you know," he told her, taunting her. "I suspect that deep down, that's precisely the way you feel about it, too."

"Please stop trying to act nauseating," she insisted.

"Come over here!" he snapped.

She came closer to him, standing directly in front of him again. He grabbed her hand, reached down, and made her wrap her fingers around the throbbing organ. Then he held her hand in place, saying, "Do you feel the palpitations?"

"Y-yes!" she admitted.

"That's the heart of my cock. Do you know why it's beating so strongly? I'll tell you, it has fallen in love with your orifices, Rona. It wants to investigate at least two of them."

Rona shuddered and tried pulling her hand back, but Al held her hand firmly in place. "Know what else? It knows you love it. You do love my cock, don't you, Rona?"

"Please... I... uhhhh..."

"Say it, Rona, say it! I want to hear the words coming from your mouth. I want to hear how you love and adore my cock."

"I... unnnnhhhhh... well, that is... I mean..."

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a head, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I... unnnnhhhhh... well, that is... I mean..."

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a bead, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I... adore your... you know..." she gasped.

"You're a big girl now, Rona," he laughed. "You can say the word. "Come on, come on, out with it."

"Your cock!" she finally gasped.

"What about my cock?" he asked.

"I love your cock."

"Good, good, that wasn't really so hard, especially since, deep down, you really do love my cock. You know, if you weren't so damn self-righteous, you would have made some man one helluva wife. If that had happened, you would never have gone to prison, and the chances are you and I would never have met. The Lord works in mysterious ways, Rona. I guess he wanted us to meet, as he wanted this to happen. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose so," Rona said, looking down, taking her hand from his penis.

"Of course this is so," Al continued, teasing her. "Now, since you've told me that you love my cock, you want to please both, yourself and my cock, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come, come, what would you like to do to my cock to make it happy, Rona, and don't tell me you'd like to cut it off."

"I don't know what you mean," she said, almost weeping.

"What fruit would you say my cock resembles most?"

"A b-banana," she replied.

"That's excellent. Tell me, Rona, what do you do with a ripe banana, huh?"

"Y-you eat it," she gasped.

"Precisely, and that's what I want you to do with my cock. Without actually biting into it, I want you to eat it, to suck it. Now tell me, wouldn't you just love to do that?"

"No!" she gasped.

"Rona, this is the last time I'll ask. If the answer is wrong, I'll get dressed, leave here, and before two hours are gone, you'll be on your way back to prison."

"All right, all right," she gasped. "Yes, yes, I love it, I love it, I want to... eat it."

"Dear lady, come here and kneel down between my thighs." She did as he instructed, her eyes locked the penis, hypnotized by it as a bird might be by a snake. "Now plead with me, Rona. Tell me how much you ache to suck my cock."

The beautiful, regal brunette wondered how much more of this shame and humiliation she was going to be able to stand. Oh God! This was far worse punishment than she deserved. It had to be a test, it just had to be a test, and she had to prove she would be able to pass the test.

Her hands were now resting on Al's bare knees, her eyes locked on the throbbing length of his organ as it twitched, the head expanding and receding again and again, emitting colorless droplets of seminal oil. It looked like some awe-inspiring vision.

"I'd love to suck... your cock," she said, weakly, her voice catching in her throat.

"You still don't understand, do you," fill snapped at her. "You staying out of prison, your getting another chance to be rehabilitated, your last opportunity to do good in all the other fields you've chosen hinges on one thing, and one thing only; your sucking my cock, provided I'm willing to let you do it. Your whole future is dependent on my allowing you to do it."

"I see," she nodded, and then, coolly said, "Mr. Bombannente, I would very much deem it a privilege to be able to... suck your... cock."

"I don't know, now," Al teased, and she knew he was teasing.

"Oh please," Rona whimpered, her two hands coming together in an attitude of prayer as she knelt before him. "Please let me suck your cock. I'll do anything you wish if you'll let me suck it. I'll beg, plead, anything, but let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I'll do my very best, you'll see."

The lovely forty-year-old brunette was suddenly almost incoherent with fear and shock. Her mind began spinning deliriously out of control, and she found tears running freely down her cheeks, pleading as if she really wanted to do this horribly monstrous thing. "For the love of all that's holy, you must allow me to suck your cock." Yes, this was to be her test, and she mustn't fail it. She had to prove herself not only willing, but capable. "If you have any compassion in you," she all but screamed, "YOU'LL LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK."

"You're so eloquent, so expressive, it would be criminal of me not to allow you to do so. But remember now, you promised to perform to the best of your ability. I know this is your first time and I don't expect miracles, but I do expect you to put your heart and soul into it."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, thank you," Rona whimpered. "You're so good to me. Thank you so very much."

He left the cigar in the ashtray as he got to his feet and stood towering over her, arms akimbo, legs spread apart, an overlord with his lovely female slave kneeling before him, his eyes burning with fiery lust. He had her precisely where he wanted her.

Her lovely face now hovered precisely in front of the huge, purple-pink head as it swelled and receded continually with strong throbs. To Rona it looked like a hooded cobra, the head widely swollen with lust rather than fear or hate, the little slit in the tip leaking its own colorless sap instead of venom. Al held the organ steady for her, pulling back the protective foreskin, his own breath coming heavily, for he knew he had her where he wanted her, and this excited him as much as what she was about to do.

"Go on, Rona," he said, softly. "Go on and suck me off! Suck until I shoot, and when I do shoot, make sure not one drop is wasted. You have to swallow everything... everything!"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you so much for this opportunity," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut now, kneeling in trembling humiliation, the tears still falling from beneath her eye lids.

"Look at my cock when you suck it!" he commanded, reaching out and grabbing her dark brown hair, forcing her face up.

Slowly Rona opened her lovely brown eyes and found herself staring straight into the tiny glistening opening cut into the tip of the penis's smooth, bulbous head. Lord! This close it looked so thick she actually wondered if it was humanly possible to open her mouth wide enough to fit the penis inside. Suddenly terrified by the sight of it, she almost pulled back, horrified and fearful of the thickly throbbing, massive monster as it moved closer and closer to her tightly clamped lips.

"Let's not waste any more time," Al said to her. "To do so would be to deprive you of all the pleasure you'll know when you start sucking. So go ahead and enjoy."