To begin with, Erik Holz was an assumed name. He was born in Warsaw of a Polish mother and German father, the name on his birth certificate being legal at the time, but he had changed all that before the end of the war when he rightly calculated an Allied victory was near at hand. In his youth, he attended the University of Warsaw and studied political history, supplementing his expenses by cleverly duplicating official documents and certain identifications for the more affluent students. He had picked up this talent as a boy, watching his father laboriously carving plates in his small print shop. His father never understood his industriousness and was always preaching right and wrong to him, never realizing that those in control are always right. During the years, he had developed this peculiar philosophy of life: the only truths lie in being right and being right was to be on the winning side, assuming everything is relative. And this philosophy, along with a certain amount of animal cunning kept Erik on top of the heap, although he did have a few close calls. But for the most part his theory proved to be a reliable formula.
After graduation, he had secured himself a small position in the Polish government just before the German invasion. Then later, discreetly approached the German Military Attache with his briefcase containing names of certain key Polish officials still giving aid to the last remnants of the Polish Underground. He was quickly rewarded for his efforts with another minor post in the German occupational government and that was when the money started rolling in. There had been many opportunities; blackmail, supplying information for a price to desperate refugees, and aiding their escape with forged documents.
At the time, he was lucky not to get caught playing his dual role, but he was beginning to enjoy his new position, he even married a German girl who worked at the German Embassy. Just when his future seemed the brightest, the war took a turn in favor of the Allied forces, and when the fate of the German conquerors seemed doomed, he contrived a plan to leave Poland, deciding he had crossed sides once too often.
Before leaving Warsaw, he paid a visit to the registrar at the church of his baptism, and on the pretext of looking up details of an old friend, neatly removed the page recording his own name and birth. With the purchase for one thousand dollars, he bought his way on a merchant marine ship and was off to Sweden on the next boat, leaving no word of his whereabouts to his family or friends.
At the end of the war, he flew to Rio de Janeiro and established a lucrative trade falsifying papers for German refugees anxious to conceal their past. His price was high, knowing many of them would face death in war trials then being conducted in Europe if they were caught, and soon he became a wealthy South American businessman.
It was about this time that Erik, as he now called himself, decided that the quickest profit for his growing income would come from the wholesale trade of drugs, namely heroin. He was right, and for ten years he remained in Rio, prospering on the sale of the drug. On one especially hot day, however, he decided to leave South America and seek a cooler climate. His blood pressure was lagging in the tropical heat, he was eternally perspiring, so he decided to retire in a more comfortable spot and pursue the finer things in life. The U.S. and an art gallery seemed to be the most reasonable answer, and still loving the great fun of making profit, he continued his drug peddling on a retail basis. His art imports from South America provided a perfect front to receive his wares.
After Thea's phone call, he replaced the receiver back on the hook, smiling to himself and began to stroke at his well-trimmed Van Dike methodically as he pondered over the opportunity that now awaited him. He had unmistakably detected the tone of desperation in her usually coolly controlled voice.
Erik found Thea to be an exciting, stimulating woman, despite the nasty habit she nurtured. He had often entertained wild erotic fantasies of having her completely under his control to do with her as he wished. Although at times he had made subtle advances, she had brusquely brushed them off as if shooing away a pesky insect. Now his excitement grew as he realized that tonight was the chance he had been waiting for. Tonight he was going to fuck that snobby bitch as she had never been fucked before, and to assure her grateful submission, he would have two important items working in his favor: the heroin and the powerful aphrodisiac that he had been saving for just such an occasion.
Thea's car drew up in front of Erik's gallery. The dim night lights inside displayed the latest oil imports from South America that Erik made a handsome profit on, peddling them to the summer tourists at cut rate prices. The main street was dark and quiet and there were no other cars around except for Erik's antique Rolls Royce, which was parked in the side driveway.
The apartment over the gallery where Erik lived, showed no sign of life, but as Thea approached the door, she could detect a small shaft of light coming through one of the heavily draped windows upstairs. She rang the bell and a loud buzzer sounded, releasing the lock from the inside.
Erik was waiting for her at the top of the stairway. He was dressed in an elaborate crimson velvet robe that tied loosely around his bulky form with a gold rope tassel. His sparse kinky red hair, expertly touched with gray at the temples for a costly fee from his hair stylist, crowned his over-sized head. Small white pustules caused by a constant constipation problem, budded beneath the thin layer of flesh on his pocked-marked face. He now stood smiling expectantly down at her, his watery blue eyes resting on the saggy pockets of flesh beneath them. The robe did not entirely cover his spindly legs, and they jutted out like two thin sticks mounted under the huge mound of flesh that made up his huge grotesque looking belly. The sight of him disgusted Thea, but she tried to hide her feelings, not wanting to antagonize him.
"Good evening Erik," she said stiffly. She was close enough to him now to hear his heavy nasal breathing.
"Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly. "I've waited a long time for you to accept one of my invitations. Come in and relax, and we'll discuss your problem." He ushered her into the plush living room, and directed her to the huge circular sofa situated in the middle of the room. Soft, seductive music came from hidden speakers in the wall, and the lights had been turned so low, that when Erik walked over to the portable bar, Thea could see only the burning ember of the cigarette he dangled carelessly from his thick lips.
"I've just come to get the 'H', Erik." Thea tried to hide the mounting irritation and was in no mood to try to humor him.
"Yes, I know. But first you must join me in a drink, I don't like to drink by myself." He crossed the room extending the glass to her, and raised his own glass in the air. "A toast, my dear, to a lasting friendship and satisfactory business transactions."
Thea tipped the chilled rim of the glass to her lips and sipped slowly at the dry liquid. She tried to hide her hands that were now starting to tremble. All over her body, the raw, ragged nerve endings were coming alive and throbbing. God, she thought, the methadone isn't going to hold me until I get back. I'll have to have a fix soon or I'll turn into a mass of jelly before this slob.
He walked over to the sofa and sat down close beside her, boldly leering at her body, undressing her with his lewd blood-shot eyes. Thea we sure now that he could see the trembling hands and beads of perspiration on her forehead, but he made no comment about it. She looked at his ugly puckered face for a sign of recognition, but all she could see were two hot coals in his eyes, burning with unmistakable lust. His thick moist lips quivered in anticipation at the beautiful woman sitting beside him. Finally, when he spoke, there was a smile in his eyes, and Thea knew that he was delighting in the power he was now holding over her by depriving her of the drug.
"You look nervous, my sweet. Would you like another drink?"
Thea nodded and looked down at her hands, wringing them with growing anguish as he refilled her empty glass. She took the second drink and gulped it down quickly, setting the empty glass on the coffee table. When Erik returned, he placed his body even closer to hers until their sides were pressing heavily against each other. His heavy breathing seemed even more pronounced with his intake of air coming more rapidly, as Thea felt the heat of passion expanding from his body and burning the side of her that was touching him. She could see from the way his eyes continued to rove over her hungrily that he was going to ask a high price for the drug this time, and even though her tortured body cried for relief, she wasn't sure if she were capable of giving herself to the salivating pig beside her. Thea sat motionless not speaking, knowing that it was useless to continue the conversation. Erik would give her the drug when he felt she had earned it and not before. From now on, he would call the shots and she would be helpless to stop him. She had to get relief fast, and he was the only person she knew who could help her.
Erik studied Thea over the rim of his glass, waiting for the effect of her second drink to take hold. It had been a very special drink, indeed, he thought, chuckling to himself. The tasteless powder should warm her up fast, it was known as one of the most powerful love potions that could be found in South America. On impulse, he leaned forward and breathed heavily in Thea's ear, talking to her in almost a whisper.
"Now Thea, shall we discuss our business transaction? Let's be practical. I've got something you want very badly and you've got something…" he leaned further forward and harshly sucked at her ear lobe between his tobacco-stained teeth, and then let go, "and you've got something I want." He finished his broken sentence and leaned back to continue his lewd penetrating stare.
"I've brought the money," Thea replied, fighting back the growing pain and another new strange sensation that shot through her like an uncontrolled fire the moment his thick lips had touched the lobe of her delicately curved ear. She made a concentrated effort to steady her voice.
"If you're low on supplies, I'm prepared to pay double the regular price." Then she made one last attempt to call his bluff. "Get me the stuff now or I'll go to another source, Erik. I don't enjoy playing games to satisfy your demented sense of humor," she said looking at him cold in the eyes.
Erik shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of mock defeat. "You may leave anytime you wish, Thea. The door isn't locked."
Thea could sense that he was stalling for time and it wouldn't be long now that the pain would overpower her will, soon she would be begging for relief. He must be crazy, thinking she would want to participate in any love games with him, she thought, watching him closely, waiting for him to make the next move. She knew she wouldn't have the strength or will power to stand up and walk out of the room without first satiating her physical craving for the drug. Thea shuddered at the thought of those thick hairy hands touching her body, but the pain was now steadily increasing and her knees had turned to liquid.
The perspiration on her forehead now built up into heavy beads, began to break and run down the side of her face. She took a lace handkerchief from her purse and dabbed nervously at them and leaned back further on the sofa in an attempt to steady her reeling body. A warm probing sensation enveloped her body, fighting back at the drug craving pain, and she swallowed hard to control the nauseous impact that racked through her body.
Erik continued watching her with an amused gleam in his eyes, visibly seeing the potion take control of her emotions.
"You truly look ill, my dear," he said with mock concern in his eyes. "Is there something I could get for you?"
Thea rolled her head back and a low soft moan escaped from her anguished lips, while her body began to slowly rise and squirm against the soft velvety material of the sofa.
The sight of Thea's shapely body completely out of control, writhing before him, incited deep lustful passions in Erik, passions that he had forgotten even existed. He reached under the fold of his crimson robe and began stroking his giant penis, until it grew to its full length, and protruded menacingly outside the robe. With his free hand, he untied the gold tassel and let the robe fall free behind him. Still keeping his eyes on the tortured woman, he spread his legs wide apart before her, now pumping at himself with both hands until his cock was rock hard and glistening in the soft light of the living room.
Thea's tightly shut eyes had not seen the lewd display, but now she could hear his distant voice breaking through her spasms of pain.
"Look at me, my love. I want to help you."
Thea dazedly opened her eyes and dimly gazed into Erik's face. He was grinning lewdly up at her between the unshaven stubble on his face, and feasting his eyes on her squirming curvaceous body.
"Look at me," he persisted, thrusting his hips up towards her. Thea lowered her eyes and saw the huge cock swaying in front of her like a cobra dancing for the tune of a snake charmer.
"No… no…" she stammered, "stay away from me."
But even as she pleaded with him, she could feel the strength completely leave her body with a burning sexual craving filling the void it had left behind.
Erik now began to boldly undulate his hips and she kept her eyes glued on the swaying penis, hypnotized by its rhythmic movement.
"Stand before me and remove your clothing. Stand here on the table before me," he slurred at her through his thick lips.
Thea stood up in a trance, completely under his control now, and kicked off her high-heeled shoes. Lifting her dress high over her knees, exposing her long, softly curved calves and thighs, she stepped up onto the teak coffee table, and stood waiting for him to speak. Her eyes remained glued on his large thick cock as Erik continued to stroke it in a teasing manner. The stereo music now engulfed the room with a pulsating Latin beat and her limbs began to unconsciously sway to the tempo in round circular motions.
"Now my love, I want you to slowly… gracefully, remove all your clothing and toss them down to me." His voice came to her pounding ears in short jerky rasps, as she mechanically began to unzip her dress.
Erik's beady eyes bulged from their sockets at the breath-taking erotic strip being performed on the table over his straining, throbbing penis. It took all of his control to keep himself from ejaculating his cum up at her. Her black dress slipped softly from her rounded hips and down to her narrow ankles. When she stooped over to step out of the material that encircled her tiny feet, he got a clear view of her ripe, rounded breasts, protruding over the lacy edge of her black silky slip. The music intensified to a faster tempo, and Thea, seeming to be controlled by the sound, writhed and jerked her lush body in more pronounced gyrations. Erik leaned over to the control panel by the side of the sofa and turned the volume up full blast until the music pounded and reverberated through the room with a maddening sound. Thea instantly responded, rapidly jerking off her slip and throwing it down at him in a frenzy, her body swaying back and forth while her head tilted back and her eyes rolled up at the ceiling. Small moans, barely audible over the beating drums from the stereo, rolled from her open mouth, now salivating tiny tickles of spittle down the sides of her chin.
Next, her trembling hands removed the black lace bra and her breasts sprang out with amazing resiliency, peaking forward with the tips pointed and throbbing passionately. Rotating her hips, in the circular motion of a belly dancer, she inched her panties over her hips, letting the flimsy material slide slowly down her contoured legs and fall to her ankles.
"Give me your pants," he commanded, leaning forward to retrieve the black silk and lace material. As Thea leaned forward to step out of her panties, her full ripe breasts dangled before his reach and he grabbed for them with both hands, viciously kneading and squeezing at them, ignoring her squeals of pain. Then he pulled her right breast down to his gaping mouth, almost throwing her off balance, and stuffed in as much of the soft white flesh as his mouth could hold, running his tongue around the ridges of her nipple. Slowing rising to his feet in a half-kneeling position, he ran his thick finger up between the inner thighs of her crouched legs, until they reached the hair-lined moistness of her cuntal opening.
His ugly face loomed before the stooped, drugged woman with his eyes void of pity. They shone into hers coldly, lustfully, cruel and unyielding, boring into the very depths of her wild dilated eyes. His fingers continued their probing until they found the opening between the vaginal lips. With a sadistic smile tightly pulled across his yellowed teeth, he gave a brutal up thrust, driving his middle finger into the depths of her passage.
"Aaaaaaaggggg," she screamed between clenched teeth, "I can't stand it… It's driving me crazy!"
She continued groaning as the exquisite feeling of pressure in her burning void further ignited and stimulated the uncontrolled longing that possessed her body. She strained the muscles of her thighs and began grinding her hips against his thick finger, trying to satiate the tormenting urge in her loins, while Erik slobbered maniacally over and around her soft full breast with his moist, hot mouth. Crouching lower and spreading her legs wider apart to give him more access, Thea groaned in frustration. His short stubby probe was doing no more but to drive her sexual urges to a higher peak, tormenting her hot clasping cunt.
"Oooooooh, fuck me!" she shrieked from her helpless position on the table. "Please fuck me!"
A loud pop sounded as Erik jerked his thick hairy finger from her cunt and threw himself on his back on the sofa. Spreading his legs wide open before her low bent head, he teasingly swayed his hard erect penis from side to side, gyrating his hip to the beat of the music in the background. His breath came in short rasps and his lips visibly trembled from the stimulation rushing through his body. But when he finally spoke, his voice was direct and clear.
"You will do as I say or you'll get nothing. Stand up and continue your dance," he commanded.
Thea obediently began to sway and jerk, gradually building herself up into an uncontrolled frenzy, and as she threw her head from side to side, the hair pins fell from her head and her long flowing black hair cascaded seductively down around her white shoulders.
"Ahhhh, a true Botticelli," he exclaimed, "a raven-haired 'Birth of Venus' on fire with love." His voice was wild and raving at her like a mad man's as he played cruelly on her untamed drugged emotions fully aware of the torment building up inside her womb.
Finally, he could wait no longer.
"Lovely one, take me now," he commanded with drooling lips.
Thea lunged down on him like a crazed animal kneeling on the carpet between his open legs, and grabbed frantically at his thick cock, thrusting it into her mouth, licking and sucking at the warm white drops of semen that glistened on the top of the swollen head. Erik thrust his hips forward, driving his instrument deep into her sucking mouth and reached behind her, clasping his hands firmly behind her neck, driving her face at his open crotch, brutally pulling her to him with all of his strength. Thea sucked at his cock hungrily as though she never wanted to stop, while Erik continued buffeting his hips back and forth at her gaping mouth, now expanded obscenely with the veined wrinkled flesh of his penis. She began to suck with all her being at the thick instrument fucking into her mouth, her eyes glazed with a wild animal lust.
Erik released her head in temporary exhaustion, no longer needing to grind himself into the frenzied woman, now hungrily sawing at his cock through her tiny elastic-like lips. In the dim light of the room, he grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and lick at him in uncontrolled frenzy. She grabbed the back of Erik's swaying buttocks and pulled them towards her, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her face. Then rivulets of fluid were dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto the matted hair of his pubic area.
Erik moaned above her puckered mouth and rammed himself deeper into her throat, holding her head secure in the vice-like grip of his stubby fingers. Suddenly he moaned again as without warning the hot waves of his white, hot sperm shot deep into her gaping mouth, mixing lasciviously with her saliva as she gulped and swallowed greedily at the white sticky liquid. While she continued sucking and swallowing the gushing sperm, she clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his deflating cock, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head until she had completely sucked him dry.
My God, she thought through her dazed stupor, what's happening to me? "I can't help it. I can't help it… I must have relief or I'll lose my sanity," her mind continued to scream at her through her torment as a stifled sob escaped her parted lips that now lay buried in the softness of his perspiring crotch.
Erik was stretched back limply on the sofa, momentarily drained of energy, but as his lewd eyes trailed hungrily over her naked back and exposed buttocks, now swaying wildly in the air behind her, his desire slowly began mounting, building up powerfully in the depths of his loins. Thea, who had been kissing and licking feverishly at the deflated penis resting limply on the matted pubic hair, trying to make it hard and stiff again, suddenly raised her head and threw it backwards, the cords of her neck standing stiffly out. She flung her arms around the rolls of fat that hung from his protruding belly and looked pleading up into his eyes with naked burning desire and craving shining in them.
"Tell me now, Thea love, tell Erik what you want more than anything in the world."
In the back of her mind, Thea was dimly aware of the base indignity he was forcing upon her, but nothing else seemed to matter but the quenching of the driving hunger in her loins that was now becoming almost unbearable. She lolled her head back from side to side, and parted her lips in agony, trying to speak. Finally she was able to force the words out.
"Stick it in me. Get in me quick. Hurry, hurry… now!" she raved in bitter defeat.
Erik showed no response to her pleading, but sat there enjoying her desperation.
"Pleeeese," she moaned, and buried her face deep into his crotch, kissing at his slowly rising cock in a maniacal frenzy. As his penis grew, Erik began a rocking motion, sliding his stiffening rod beneath her chin in between the deep clefts of her firmly rounded breasts, feeling a mild ecstasy as the twin mounds of flesh clenched and unclenched at his probing penis. Soon his driving shaft stood firm and erect again.
He continued his maddening probings, until Thea threw herself over on the deep-piled rug, rolling and kicking her legs wildly around in the air and arching her back until her vaginal slit was fully exposed to his leering eyes.
Erik could hardly believe the exhibition of lust the raving beautiful woman displayed as she flailed around before him, begging him to ram it in her. The love potion must have been much more powerful than he had originally thought. He stood over her, now the complete master, holding his power over her pleading wants.
"Turn over, and get on your knees," he hissed at her with a sadistic gleam in his bulging eyes.
"Oh yes… yes. Give it to me quickly." Thea's pleadings were now bordering hysteria, as she kneeled in front of him on the floor, bracing her arms beneath her, positioning herself for the maximum exposure to her cuntal area.
"That's a good girl," Erik chuckled as his heavy body crawled up over her backside, priming himself for the final conquest.
"Hurry… hurry, for God's sake," she panted looking around at him with wild eyes. She tilted her round buttocks upwards trying to capture his long shaft. She could see his fleshy face contorted with a peculiar look of anguish with his mouth hung slack so that his chin and neck blended into one mass of undefined flesh. Then, bending lower, he thrust his hard fat cock into the moist hair-nested crevice, smashing the swollen head against her glistening clitoris. The impact threw Thea forward, and her arms buckled beneath her ramming the side of her face into the rug and tilting her swaying buttocks even higher into the air. The pain went unnoticed as his jabbing penis battered away, attempting to make it's entrance into her passion inflamed vagina.
In desperation, Thea reached under and up between her wide-spread knees, and grabbed at his cock, guiding it into her burning channel. When his thick shaft found the target, he jerked his hips brutally forward, and buried his huge penis deep into the bucking woman's clasping hole, then paused to catch his breath.
"Go on! Fuck it! Fuck it!" she hissed up at him with a murderous look in her eyes.
He needed no further encouragement and his heavy body began smacking into her with wild abandon, smashing her full ripe breasts painfully against the floor. Thea cried out aloud as his thick rod plunged into her hungry cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting soft folds of flesh in rippling waves before the cruel throbbing head. She was now in an ecstatic trance as her greedy moist walls clasped around his fleshy cock hungrily, bucking at it to completely devour its length to the hilt.
The crescendo of his unceasing ramming with his large hairy balls slapping against her buttocks sent lewd sensations racing through her ravished body. "Is this what you want," Erik grunted over her.
"Oooooooh! Yes… yes… don't stop. Do it harder, harder, oooooooh yes, darling," she gurgled through her parted mouth now salivating moist pools on the rug beneath her.
Erik drove on into her, a complete feeling of victory surging through his crazed mind. He had her now. She wanted his cock plunging into her like this with all her being, just like a common slut off the streets. No longer was she the cool aristocratic Thea, but a raving animal begging for fulfillment.
Thea could feel the rising tide beginning deep in her belly, ready to explode any second. The obscene picture of her helpless position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny, strange ripples of fire dancing through her senses, and surging into a giant tide that was now engulfing her whole being. It suddenly burst, exploding spasms from deep in her womb and spreading to the nerve-racked opening of her pores. Bright flashing lights burst in her head, and she bit down deeply into the thick piled rug in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle the scream of release, pouring from her throat.
"I'm cumming… Aaaaaaaaah! Don't stop… don't stop… oooooooooohhhh… ooooh yesssssssss!"
She couldn't believe the wondrous reactions of her body to the ugly brute pounding into her. This, her first orgasm, flooded through her in great sensual waves, swirling around the hammering cock deeply imbedded in her cunt. Warm rivulets of cuntal fluid seeped out of her vaginal lips and down the insides of her quivering thighs, and the feeling was so delicious she never wanted it to end, but to go on and on and on into an everlasting eternity.
Suddenly, Erik's fat loins crushed into her, battering her body back into the rug and forcing her legs even farther apart. Her whole body was now almost completely rolled under him, contorted into a fleshy ball of hot craving, flaming loins. He rammed into her relentlessly, striving to reach his second orgasm, pushing into her with a maniacal frenzy, deeper, and deeper into her clasping vaginal passage until she thought he was going to rip her in half. Her cum juices flowed wetly around his still driving prick, flooding his hairy balls as they pressed tightly against her throbbing clitoris. He continued to lunge in and out of her for a seeming eternity, unable to reach his second peak and the longer and harder he tried, the angrier and more frustrated he became.
He began shouting obscenities down at her crumpled form and pounding at her backside with his fat closed fist, but his hard shaft could get no relief from her now widely expanded passage. He pulled himself out of her and began digging brutally at her small anus with the tip of his middle finger, stroking it up and around, then plunging it deep inside of her.
Thea lurched forward from the unexpected driving pain that deeply penetrated her bowels. Gradually, as his finger manipulated around and around deep within her, she slowly became accustomed to the unfamiliar intrusion.
When he inserted the swollen, burning head of his throbbing cock into the puckered opening, stretching it almost beyond endurance, she dug her teeth and bit down at the rug to keep from blacking out. The pain between her buttocks shot through her body as the cruelly penetrating shaft dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her rectum to its fullest capacity. They let out a muffled scream, protesting the excruciating torture of her asshole from the driving monster behind her, but there was no relenting of pressure as his thick cock vibrated through every tissue of her being, shoving back the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely-stretched buttocks. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt the coarse, wiry hair of his loins scratch up and down into the softness of her softly curved buttocks. He had methodically and cruelly impaled his thick pole into her up to the hilt, stabbing her like a helpless animal caught in a trap, unable to escape.
Erik, now grunting and gasping behind her, began to saw rhythmically back and forth in and out of her soft depths without mercy. His thick shaft pulled the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew. She heaved a sigh of trembling relief, hoping the torture had finally ceased, but before she could relax her loins, he viciously lunged it deep inside her again.
His grunt of pleasure mounted as each thrust drove into her harder and harder, crushing his sweating weight against her with wild ecstatic abandon. He continued to saw in and out of her with amazing rapidity, faster and faster, until suddenly a breathless gasp escaped from his wide open mouth and she felt the hot waves of his sperm shoot deeply into her dilated rectum, filling her to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the unbearable pain receded. Her drug induced sensuality smothered her body as she felt the hot powerful spurts surge wildly into her and she began to grind her ass crazily up against his deflating penis, not wanting the sweet torture to end, milking it to the last drop of his warm, wet seminal fluid.
Erik groaned above her, muttering incoherently, his flabby body completely spent. Now he gave one last utterance of complete satisfaction and collapsed over her, smashing her limp body beneath him on the floor.
Hours later, Thea woke next to the naked man, snoring heavily beside her own nude body. Remembering her debasement, her first thought was to ram the gold letter opener, which gleamed in the night lamp of his desk, deep into his fat expanded belly. But she quickly brushed the murderous thought from her mind, knowing that Erik was her only contact. Already ripples of nausea were attacking her insides and her body was drenched in a clammy cold sweat brought on by withdrawal from the drug. She had to have a fix right now.
At first she thought of awakening him, but decided instead to try and find the drug herself. She was almost certain that it was hidden somewhere in his desk, the meticulous bastard, probably in a hidden panel.
She groped her way over to the desk, barely able to move her tortured limbs, and lightly ran her trembling fingers under the bottom panel of the middle drawer. Inside a grooved crevice that served as a support, the tip of her finger finally came into contact with a round plastic button, and she knew she had found his hiding place.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Erik was still in a deep sleep, she pressed against the plastic button slowly until she felt resistance. Instantly, a hidden side panel opened revealing the precious powdered drug that her whole being now depended upon for survival. Moistening the tip of her forefinger, she dipped it into the crystalline powder and pressed it to her tongue. She grimaced at the bitter taste it left in her mouth, but now she was sure it was the real thing, and even better, it was pure and uncut. She eagerly searched through the other contents in the drawer and to relief found all the necessary equipment that she needed to take a fix. A roll of cotton, a spoon, matches, a hypodermic needle, a heavy rubber tourniquet, and an eyedropper bottle filled with distilled water completed the kit. She smiled wryly to herself, no doubt the slimy creep had enticed other victims to his lair to suffer these horrible indignities just as she had tonight. Quickly dismissing the disgusting thought, she wrapped the rubber tourniquet around her upper arm and secured it tightly with a metal clamp. Next, she placed a small amount of heroin in the spoon, dissolving it into a clear liquid with a few drops of distilled water from the eyedropper and lit a match under the base of the spoon, heating the solution to approximately body temperature. Placing a small piece of cotton in the bowl of the spoon, she strained the solution through the cotton to rid the liquid of impurities, and drew it up into the syringe through the needle.
With shaking hands, she bent the crook of her elbow until the large veins under the pressure of the tourniquet popped up, visibly throbbing under the surface of her transparent white flesh. She then proceeded to inject the full contents of the hypo into her system and leaned back with relief, waiting for the drug to react.
Her senses returned moments later as the drug brought satisfaction to her craving body. She looked over at Erik who was still snoring loudly, and cringed at the fatty mass of flesh sprawled naked over the carpet with his legs spread lewdly open, exposing the ugly withered penis that now looked gray and completely devoid of life. He was out cold.
Making a quick decision, she took the packet containing the drug and stuffed it into her purse. A small enough reward, she thought, for the obscene debasement that pig had subjected her to. This supply would last her for months after it had been cut, and by then she would be out of the country with all the money she needed to purchase other supplies.
She hurriedly dressed and softly tip-toed down the stairway, smiling to herself as she pictured the look on Erik's face when he woke to discover the theft. Maybe this would teach him a lesson about the old adage of never mixing business with pleasure, she mused as she turned on the ignition and drove slowly through the morning mist back down the road to Brookdale Lodge.