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Susan's Secret

Part 11

                                                            11



	She couldn't stop coming.

	They had no more to give her, they had fucked themselves out on her body
until they were limp and exhausted. But they could still torment her with her
own passion. The long afternoon of degradation and pain and abuse had at last
whipped her up to such a state that they could make her come at will, come
helplessly, over and over, while they laughed and ridiculed her, the shame
adding to the passion in an endless cycle of debasement and lust.

	She lay on her back on the floor, her hands still tied behind her. Her
legs were spread wide; George and Larry, one sitting on either side of her, each
held one of her ankles, so that she could not move except to writhe and squirm
her upper body. This, too, added to her helpless excitement. Jerry was crouched
over her, one hand working at her cunt, the other squeezing and kneading her
breasts as she gasped and twisted through yet another orgasm. Three naked boys
grinned lewdly down at her sweating, straining, thrashing body.

	Finally she lay still, breathing in harsh, hoarse gulps. Jerry's fingers
moved wickedly, knowingly, in her cunt.

	"No," she panted, pleading, knowing her pleading would do no good. "No
more. Please, Jerry. Please, no more. I can't any more. Please..."

	"Sure you can, Susan," Jerry said mockingly. "Watch." His fingers
twisted a nipple, and she gasped. He retained his grip on the nipple, twisting
it back and forth, while his other hand plunged into her brutally. She heard
herself moan, felt herself beginning to squirm. "No," she whimpered, weakly,
uselessly. "No...oh, god, please..."

	Jerry's fingers found her clitoris. Her torso arched, her aching breasts
pushing hard against his pain-dealing hand, then fell back, rolling
uncontrollably from side to side. She heard them laughing at her, and she cried
out with shame and despair and indescribable bliss as another climax jolted
through her.

	After that they made her come twice more before they tired of that game.
Then, at last, they were through with her. She lay there, gulping air, totally
depleted, the sweat drying on her body, while they rose and began to dress. They
did not speak to her or look at her. She lay and waited for Jerry to untie her
and then leave. Then she could go on with her life, go on with her visits to Dr.
Alberts, pretend she was a normal woman.

	Until next time.

	They finished dressing, and Jerry came over to her. She sat up weakly so
he would have access to the ropes on her wrists. But he just stood there. She
looked up at him. He was grinning down at her with a gleam in his eye. She felt
a fearful sensation in the pit of her stomach.

	"So long, Susan," Jerry said. "See you around."

	She swallowed. "Jerry...the ropes..."

	Jerry nodded thoughtfully. "Tell you what, Susan. I'm going to do you a
favor. Since you like being tied up so much, I think I'll just leave you that
way. You can give me the rope back next time." He chortled, looking at his
friends for their appreciation of his amusing scheme.

	Susan turned pale. "Jerry," she whispered. "Jerry, you can't. You can't
leave me like this."

	"Can't I, Susan?"

	"Jerry, for god's sake! What will I do? Jerry..."

	"Maybe you can find a way to get yourself loose," Jerry said carelessly.
"Or if not, your husband can untie you when he gets home." He chortled again.

	"No! Jerry, my god...I can't let Tom find me this way. Oh please,

	Jerry...please...you can't...please..."

	"Let's go, boys," Jerry said.

	"Wait!" Susan, with some difficulty, managed to get herself to her feet.
"Jerry..." She struggled to speak calmly. "Don't do this. Please. You know my
husband doesn't know about...You know I can't have him see me like this. My god!
What would I tell him?"

	"That's your problem, Sal. Tell him the truth. It might be good for
him." He turned serious for a moment. "Just don't mention any names. Or you'll
be damn sorry."

	"Jerry..." She began to sob.

	"Bye, baby." He opened the door and the other two boys followed him out.

	"No! Jerry...please! Jerry!!" She ran awkwardly to the door, but Larry,
the last one out, pushed her back and closed it in her face. She heard their
laughter fade down the corridor.



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