Chapter Eight:
"Yes, Joshua, I want your finger in my asshole. I want to feel it fucking
my rectum. I want your black finger going in as far as it can."
She waited for him to do it, but he stood there motionless.
"Sandra, don't you think it would help if you spread open your cheeks for
me?
She flushed again, as she spread her cheeks as widely as she could. She
stood there, spreading her ass open for him, but he still didn't move.
"Sandra, wouldn't you like me to be down there, where I could get a good
look at your asshole?"
"Joshua, would you please look at...would you please look while you fuck my
ass with your finger?"
Joshua continued to stand. He smiled.
"Don't you want me sniffing your asshole, Sandra. Don't you want me to
enjoy knowing what you smell like down there?"
Sandra shuddered.
"Joshua, I want your finger in my asshole. Please, I can't wait. I want
you to look at me when you're doing it. I...I want you to smell me there. I
want you to smell the hole I shit out of." She suddenly caught, and repressed,
a sob. "Please, Joshua..."
He smiled.
"OK, Sandra, if that's what you really want."
Joshua went behind her, and got on his knees. Her cheeks were spread open.
He looked at the pink, puckered skin of her anus. His cock started throbbing
again, and bobbing up and down, as he looked at this stunning young white woman,
who was lewdly displaying her most private orifice to him. She had never
displayed it for anyone else. She had never let another man touch her there.
And she had just pleaded with him to service her there. Oh, he knew he had
forced her to ask for it. But she would get used to asking him for such things,
before the night was over. This proud, self-confident young woman wouldn't be
either so proud or confident, when she was done submitting to him. He put two
fingers on the sides of her anus. He then spread it open. Joshua looked at it
gaping before him, and put his nose against it, and into the opening, as far as
it would go. He breathed deep, doing it loudly so that Sandra would hear. He
wanted her to be embarrassed and ashamed. He breathed in and out, several
times. He heard Sandra moaning in shame and embarrassment. He kept her anus
opened, and then put two fingers inside her.
Sandra gasped in pain once, as the two black fingers penetrated the open
but still tight orifice. She then began panting, as the two fingers rudely
explored her virgin interior. Sandra felt the stirrings of an unwilling
excitement as Joshua's fingers produced physical sensations she had never
experienced before. She was surprised by how sensitive the interior of her
rectum was, how susceptible to touch it was. Sandra found she was breathing more
heavily, as the fingers continued to work their way around the inside of ass.
Joshua pushed his fingers as far as they would go, and Sandra gasped again.
"Am I doing it right, Sandra?
"Yes," she said, her voice tight.
"Do you like this?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to stop?"
A pause...
"No. Please, keep doing it."
"Doing what, Sandra?" he teased.
"Keep fucking my ass with your fingers."
Joshua smiled as Sandra complied with his earlier instructions. She was
saying what she knew he wanted her to say. Unless, she really meant it...no,
even if he did accomplish that ambitious goal, it was way too soon for it to
have happened.
"Sandra, would you like me to..." Joshua deliberately paused. He wanted
her to wonder what he was thinking.
She waited. She was wondering what he was going to say, but with only
partial attention. Sandra was mostly focused on the intense sensations coming
from her ass.
"Sandra, would you like to have me...put my tongue in your ass?"
She caught her breath, as she heard his question. The idea of him doing
that was unthinkably perverted. But she was afraid to say no. Sandra knew the
response that was expected of her. Should she dare his anger one more time? If
she did, the best she could possibly hope for would be that he would insist, and
it would happen anyway. But if she said no, and he reacted poorly, well, that
could be bad. And he would still put his tongue inside her ass. She really had
no choice at all.
"I didn't hear you, Sandra," he said softly.
"Yes, I would like you to do that. I would like your tongue there." She
impressed herself by the steadiness of her voice.
"You're one wild white chick, Sandra," he said mockingly.
Joshua removed his fingers from her anus. He spread it open again, and
slowly inserted his tongue through the opening. He pushed it as deep inside as
it would go, and began to rotate it around the inside of her rectum. He felt
the same excitement as when he had French kissed her. He was freely exploring a
part of her body to which he had no right. That was where the excitement came
from. He started moving his tongue even faster, as he heard her gasp at the
intrusion of his tongue. Joshua kept at it for several minutes. Sandra became
quiet, and stayed that way. Joshua concluded that the shock of his invasive
tongue had had a numbing effect upon Sandra. And numb was not was he was
looking for. He removed his tongue from her anus, and stood up.
"Sandra, I need you to get a pair of panty hose, and bring them to me."
She wordlessly went into the bedroom. He waited for her at the end of the
long hall. He didn't expect her to try climbing out of a window, but he was
ready for anything. In a few moments, Sandra was walking back towards him,
carrying the panty hose. They returned to the living room.
"Put your hands behind your back."
Sandra started, nervously.
"But...I'm doing whatever you want!"
"I know you are. This is only for a minute or so. Put your hands behind
you."
After she did so, Joshua tied her hands tightly behind her back.
"Sit down on the couch." Sandra did so.
"Sandra, since I had to talk to you about that problem of lack of
cooperation, you've been doing fine. Now, I need you to sit here quietly for
about one minute." I've got to go out to my car. It really will be only for a
minute. You couldn't possibly get away in such a short time, especially with
your hands tied. You know that, right?"
"Yes."
"And you know it would be very unpleasant for you, if you tried, don't
you?"
"Yes."
"OK, Sandra, you stay here quietly, and I'll be right back."
Joshua put his jeans back on, put the gun inside a front pocket, and went
out barefoot.
Sandra knew escape was hopeless. She sat there in quiet resignation.
Joshua was back in little more than a minute. He came in carrying a video
camera and a tripod. He put them both down. Then he sat next to Sandra. He
debated whether to untie her, and then did.
Joshua caressed her lovely throat with one hand, and then leaned forward
towards her mouth. She parted her lips, not needing to be asked or forced.
They began another long and intimate kiss. Sandra used her tongue in his mouth,
as he did in hers. Her mind was beginning to blur the distinction between
forced submission and participation.
Joshua finally pulled away. He sat back and looked at her. He touched her
shoulder, and gestured for her to face him.
"You've been good, Sandra. So I'm going to lay out for you how the rest of
this is going to go. We're going to go in the bedroom, and I'm going to use
you. You understand?"
"Yes."
"And you remember what I expect of you? How you need to show me that
you're in to everything we'll be doing?"
"Yes."
"What else, Sandra?"
She thought for a moment.
"You want me to try and figure out what you want, and what you want me to
be doing."
"Right, Sandra, that's terrific. And are you going to do all that?"
She looked steadily at him for a moment.
"Yes."
"OK, great. Now here's one other thing, which I guess you've already
figured out. I'm going to tape what we do in there."
Sandra looked at him, and shook her head. From the expression on her face,
he understood she wasn't arguing, but was incredulous.
"Why. Why in the world would you do that?"
"Well, the short answer, is because I want to. But the real reason," he
said, leaning towards her, "is because this may just be the most important,
maybe the best and most exciting night I will ever have, in my entire life. And
I'm going to want to be able to revisit it, over and over. Any questions?"
"No."
He stood up, and gently tugged at her arm.
"OK, lets' go into bedroom."
Joshua picked up the tripod and video camera, and they went into the
bedroom.
