Doing 'Hard' Time

"No, Maam."

"So the slave likes being teased, does he?"

"Yes, Maam."

A bare-faced lie, but what else could he say?

"Really? Well let's see," grinned Marcia.

She moved forward and slipped her arms lightly around his waist.

"Hands by your side, sugar," she whispered, as she snuggled herself into him.

She kissed him softly on the neck and then she began to rub her body up against his.

Jack felt her large firm breasts sliding sensuously around against his chest. The aroma of the scent she was wearing - musky and seductive and ultra feminine - filled his nostrils. His trapped erection was pressing hard into her silky smooth belly.

Oh god.

He felt her hands move from his waist and slide around him and down a little, coming to rest on his butt. She stroked his bum crack gently up and down with one finger. Then she took a firm grip of his arse and dug her nails into his buttocks. She pulled him in tighter and pushed her thigh in between his legs, started rubbing it to and fro against his balls.

Jack longed to reciprocate but he could do nothing.

It was sheer torture.

Giggling, Marcia freed herself slightly and reached down for his cock.

Her hand closed around the shaft and she gave him a squeeze. Then she started tickling it with her fingers. At the same time she took his balls into her other hand and softly weighed and fondled them.

She continued to massage his balls with one hand whilst with her other hand she alternated between tickling his cock and stroking it. The strokes brought Jack ever closer to nirvana.

Jack started to moan and tremble as she carried on the treatment.

Soon he felt the beginnings of an explosion. An almighty orgasm was rushing towards him, approaching the point of no return.

Which is when Marcia, with precise and diabolical timing, abruptly stopped.

She pulled away and left him high and dry, howling out with frustration.

Evil bitch!

His cock was leaking like a faulty tap. His balls were tender and full and they ached something rotten. It felt like they weighed a ton.

Jack groaned and took a hold of his cock, intent on finishing the job. It would take about three strokes, that's how close he'd got.

"No!" snapped Marcia, her voice like the crack of a whip.

Jack dropped his hand back to his side.

"It's mine! I own all of you, including that. Only person who gets to touch that cock is me, you understand?"

What a fucking bitch!

"Yes, Maam!" he said.

Marcia flashed a spiteful grin.

"And unfortunately for you I've finished with it," she said.

"At least for now," she added.

Marcia took a moment to savour the spectacle in front of her. The poor guy!

"Ok, follow me," she said, and she turned and walked away towards the pool.

"Oh and bring the bag."

Jack picked up the bag and lumbered after Marcia, his gaze fixed hungrily on her ass as it swayed from side to side in her tiny knickers.

Marcia knew exactly where he'd be looking and she inched them down at the back as she walked along until they were halfway over her buttocks.

She reached the pool and waited for Jack.

"Put the bag down," she ordered.

Jack did so.

"Jeez, it's hot," said Marcia, making a face.

"Yes, Maam."

"Think I'll cool off in the pool."

"Maam."

"You don't mind if I cool off in the pool, slave, do you?"

"No, Maam."

"I like to swim naked by the way."

"Maam."

"So much more refreshing that way, I find."

Marcia was playing with her panties as she spoke. She started to ease them over her hips and Jack prepared himself for his first view of her cunt.

She stopped, however, when they were part way off, the first wisps of pussy hair revealed but no more than that.

Jack was drooling like a starving dog being tantalised with a juicy bone.

Marcia was smirking at him and giggling.

"Sorry, forgot to check... is it ok with you if I get naked?"

"Yes, Maam."

"You won't jump on me or anything?"

"No, Maam," said Jack, through gritted teeth.

In truth he wasn't sure he could live up to this promise.

"Ok good. So how about you finish the job?" said Marcia, indicating down at her partially lowered briefs.

Jack took a step towards Marcia, cock swinging, hands eager for the task.

"No, not yet," Marcia snapped.

Jack stopped sharply in his tracks.

"Maam?"

"Get down and crawl to me first."

Jack obeyed. He got on all fours and crawled to where Marcia was standing.

"What a good little doggy!" chuckled Marcia.

"Now grovel, slave. Grovel at my feet and beg to be allowed to see my pussy."

"C'mon sugar, I know you're just desperate for a look at this nice juicy pussy... so beg!... I wanna hear my horny slave boy beg for it!"

Jack prostrated himself at Marcia's feet and he begged to see her pussy.

He hated her for making him do this and he hated himself too. He hated himself for doing it. For being so abject.

The truth was, however, that he did want to see her pussy. He wanted that very much.

But he wanted to do more than just look at it. He wanted to ram his cruelly tantalised cock into her cunt, ram it in there hard and deep and make the cockteasing bitch scream.

Marcia was laughing down at what she'd reduced this poor man to.

"Kiss my feet," she ordered.

Jack did so.

"Mmm that's nice, I like it!... Gee, you do want to see my pussy, don't you?"

Jack just carried on smooching her toes.

"Come on then, sugar. Take these panties off me. You have my permission."

Jack moved his mouth away from Marcia's feet. He raised himself up onto his knees and reached towards her knickers.

"No!" said Marcia.

"Maam?"

"With your teeth. Hands behind your back and take them off with your teeth."

Jack adjusted his position and undertook the task as best he could.

It took a long time because Marcia deliberately made it difficult for him. She kept moving around and gyrating her hips such that getting her knickers between his teeth and manoeuvring them down over her ass and thighs became an involved and complex operation.

As Jack craned and pecked from all angles, his nose often found itself pressed either into Marcia's cunt or her ass.

In his raging lust and frustration this added ingredient, the smell of her sex, drove him almost beserk.

His tongue ached to be inside her.

The one and only thing that screamed to be inside her more than his tongue was his poor famished cock.

He hadn't thought it possible he could get any harder than he was already, but somehow he had. He wanted to cum. Fuck, he needed to cum.

Marcia could hardly believe how wantonly wicked she was being to this poor man.

She also wondered how far she'd need to push things before Jack's resistance finally broke and he threw her to the ground and ravished her.

Because she was ready when he was. Her cunt was slick and juicy and crying to be filled.

But only when he snapped.

It had to be that way. That's how she wanted it.

Marcia knew how gorgeous she was and she relished the effect she had on men. The idea of driving a man so utterly crazy with desire for her that he lost all sense of equilibrium and control and just forcibly took her, this was her most favourite fantasy. To actually live it out, to play the scenario for real - especially when the man in question was a hunky BC prisoner who hadn't had a woman since forever - was unbearably exciting!

Jack finally managed to get Marcia's knickers down to her ankles.

She stepped out of them. Then she picked them up and, giggling, she stretched them out on the top of Jack's head.

"There. Perhaps you can wear a hat after all!"

The humiliated Jack was now kneeling there with his hands behind his back and with Marcia's black silk knickers on his head.

"You look so sweet like that!" gurned Marcia.

She began dancing naked in front of him.

She teased him mercilessly with this. Several times she moved in close and let her cunt brush against his face.

Then she turned and presented her backside.

"Kiss it, slave," she commanded.

Jack did so.

Marcia kept him at it for a while, luxuriating in her domination of this poor shmuck.

At the same time she wanted things to switch around. She wanted to be taken.

"Right, time for my swim," she announced.

"Maam."

"Stand up and pass me my bag."

Jack lumbered to his feet and retrieved Marcia's bag and handed it to her.

She pulled out a towel.

"Here, hold this," she said, tossing it at Jack.

Jack caught the towel.

Marcia looked down at his cock and saw to her delight that it was as hard as ever. It gave her an idea.

She took the towel back from Jack.

"How about we use the peg?" she giggled, and she draped the towel over Jack's rigid boner. It stayed nicely in place.

"Now if that towel drops off while I'm swimming I'll be very annoyed," she said, sternly.

"Maam."

"And no cheating with hands, ok?"

"Ok, Maam."

"But since you'll be watching me, I'm guessing no problem," she smirked.

And it wasn't. It was no problem at all for Jack to stay hard enough to keep the towel in place as he watched the gloriously naked Marcia Reynolds lower herself carefully into the pool and do a few lazy laps on her back.

There was a problem though. The problem was that Jack didn't know how much more of this woman's abuse he could take. Ok, she was the governor's wife and all the rest of it, but what she was doing to him was just outrageous.

He felt angry and debased. Fucking evil cow.

What made it worse was that he wanted her so badly. Every nerve and sinew in his body, every brain cell, was drowning in lust and screaming out for release. And the hot little bitch knew it!

Marcia climbed out of the pool.

"Good boy," she grinned, seeing the towel still securely on its 'peg'.

Jack stood there mute. He felt too shamed and degraded to even speak.

Marcia took the towel and in the process she gave his dick a torturing little squeeze and his balls a tickle. She giggled at Jack's involuntary groan of anguish.

She threw the towel back at him.

"Here, slave. You can pat me dry."

When he'd finished, she turned and picked up her bag and she sashayed off towards a sun-lounger which was placed a few metres from the pool-side.

"Come," she said, waggling an imperious finger at him.

Jack followed, carrying the towel, his crazily lusting eyes glued to her undulating buttocks.

"Put the towel out on there," Marcia ordered, pointing down at the lounger.

"I'm gonna sunbathe for a while. Work on my tan."

Jack placed the towel on the lounger, inwardly cursing her to hell.

Oh you fucking bitch!

"So Jack, do you wanna stay here and watch me sunbathing nude?... or do you wanna get back to work?"

Jack said nothing. He just couldn't speak any more.

Neither did he move.

Marcia giggled knowingly at him.

"I'll take that as meaning you wanna watch me sunbathe. Ok fine, I'll allow it. What about those trees, though? Hardly looks finished and that's why you're here in case you forgot. You're just gonna have to come back next week, sugar, aren't you?"

Oh christ.

Marcia lowered herself onto the lounger and got comfortable, reclining back with her arms draped above her head, one leg outstretched, the other raised and bent at the knee.

Oh god, thought Jack. She looked fucking incredible!

The next period of time, with Marcia lying naked on the lounger and him stood right next to it and drooling helplessly down at her, was excruciating for the hapless Jack Vickers. Exactly how long it went on for, he couldn't say. Might have been only a few minutes but it felt like hours.

He felt truly wretched.

He felt so deeply ashamed at being turned by Marcia into no more than a dumb dribbling animal.

No, it was even worse than that - a dumb dribbling animal with a pair of knickers on his head.

Marcia ignored him at first. She just relaxed there in the sun, her eyes hidden by the shades, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

When she did finally give him some attention it was strictly of the malicious variety.

She giggled suddenly and reached out a hand and she began to toy casually with his hard cock and his blue balls.

The combined effect of her superb flaunted body and her fiendish fingers was that Jack was now maintained in a state of perpetual heat and horniness, constantly and cruelly on the edge of cumming.

It was a case of almost - and oh so close! - but never quite.

Driven utterly crazy by this, Jack was soon crying out with frustration.

He took to bucking his hips every time Marcia touched him, trying pathetically to hump her hand, anything to create enough contact and traction to trigger an orgasm.

But it was no good. All it did was make her laugh at him even more.

He was close to breaking down and openly weeping. He couldn't believe the sadistic little bitch was torturing him like this.

Why was she doing it? Was it just simply because she could?

Perhaps that was it, thought Jack. She was loving every single second of it, that was for certain. Yeah, she so fucking was.

Marcia stopped playing with him and pulled her phone out from the bag and she texted somebody.

A moment later the phone bleeped with an incoming call.

Jack got her end of it.

"Hey, Trish," Marcia giggled.

"Yep, it's working like a dream. I'm sunbathing right in front of him as we speak!"

"Yeah, nude... So is he as it happens."

"I know! Can you imagine?"

"Oh my god, Trish, you were so right. It's a fucking scream! You should see the state of the poor guy."

Marcia was giggling like mad now at something that 'Trish' was saying. It took her a while to pull herself together and continue the conversation.

"Mmm, you could say that... not surprising really, is it?... the poor bastard hasn't had a fuck for years and here's me teasing the living shit out of him."

Jack's self-esteem was being lowered still further by being talked about like this as if he wasn't there. And it appeared that she'd planned all of this, the little bitch!

"Yeah, I know. Wicked, aren't I?" Marcia was chuckling down the phone.

"Yeah, definitely. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. Lunch at the club like we said, yeah?"

"Ok, see ya babes."

Marcia checked the time on the phone before tossing it down.

4:15... jeez, not long to go.

She reached into her bag again and found a bottle of tanning lotion.

"Better put some cream on, hadn't I? Don't wanna burn up," she grinned.

She proceeded to slather lotion liberally all over her body. She rubbed it pretty much everywhere: her shoulders and arms, her neck, her tits, her belly, her thighs and all the way down her legs.

"Now go stand there," she told Jack, nodding to the bottom end of the lounger, where her feet were.

Jack moved around and took up station.

Marcia removed her shades and stared at Jack, let him see the mischief radiating in her big brown eyes.

"Ok, loser, watch this," she said, and she opened her legs wide.

She got a large dollop of sun cream in one hand and started to massage it sensuously around and into her pussy.

With her other hand she spread the lips of her cunt so that Jack could see exactly and in lurid detail what she was doing. She began pleasuring herself with her fingers, stroking her clit, penetrating herself a little, all the time purring and staring levelly at Jack.

Jack returned her lucid, mocking gaze for a second and then he lost himself, and lost what remained of his sanity, in the sight of her fingers stimulating her gaping cunt.

He was suffocated with lust, could barely breathe.

Marcia's cool eyes were sniggering up at Jack.

"Who needs a dick anyway?" she taunted.

Jack stopped panting and he let out a deep, guttural, grunting sound.

He twitched violently, which caused the knickers to slip off his head and Marcia to have a major fit of the giggles.

When she'd recovered her composure she resumed played with herself and she began to blatantly goad Jack.

"Look, Mr Vickers. Look at this nice wet cunt... Don't you wanna plunge in here, sugar?... Don't you wanna fill it with that big hungry cock you have there?"

Jack was in pain, both mentally and physically. He was in a dreadful condition. His whole body was trembling and drenched with sweat. His face was contorted and glowing red and the veins in his neck were throbbing visibly.

He was losing control.

He was locked in a vicious cycle; his lust for this hot taunting bitch was feeding his shame and his fury, and his shame and fury were further fuelling his lust.

It was leading to only one possible destination.

Marcia could tell that Jack was close to the cliff. And call it 'woman's intuition' or whatever, she knew how to tip him over.

"What's the matter with you, babe?" she sneered, sliding three fingers in and out of her cunt.

"Why don't you do it?"

"Aren't you man enough?"

Maybe it was the words, maybe it was her sniggering contemptuous tone. Or perhaps it was the subtle but unmistakeable glint of challenge in her eye as she said it.

Even afterwards Jack couldn't say for certain, but there was suddenly no reasonable answer to her question - why didn't he do it? - and he abandoned himself to his fate.

"You little cockteasing bitch!" he spat, grinning like a maniac, and he fell on her with all his weight.

The lounger collapsed but Jack barely noticed.

"You fucking bitch!" he screamed again, as he trapped her on the grass beneath him.

He spread-eagled her legs, then he slammed his cock into her warm glistening cunt and he started pumping.

Thirty seconds was all.

Thirty seconds before he exploded inside her like Mount Vesuvius, his balls emptying, his whole frame shuddering.

It was an ecstasy the like of which he'd never felt before; an ecstasy which even in the very throes of it he was fleetingly conscious that he'd probably never feel again.

But was it rape?

Well, a couple of things.

The fact that Marcia's cunt had lapped up his cock as if it were manna from heaven

The fact that Marcia had started those thirty seconds by giggling: "Oh god yeah!... Fuck me you big horny bastard!... Fuck me good!"

And the fact that, as he drove into her, she squealed "Oh baby!" and she kept on squealing this, her voice high and orgiastic, until she came as violently and at exactly the same moment as he did.

And the final fact that, as he rolled off her, she lay there smiling and satiated and looking like the cat that's got the cream.

So, no, probably not rape.

But what if she hadn't wanted it?

What then?... Would he have fucked her anyway?

Jack preferred to take the fifth on that.

In any case there was no time for a post-coital chat.

It was nearly five o'clock.