Jack rubbed his hands slowly, rhythmically up and down over her back, his prick jerking in her ass for several more minutes. Then, shrunken back to normal size, his fat cock slipped on its own grease of cum from her fuckhole. Shivering, Monica felt reality begin to trickle in. What about Arlette? She would come home soon.

And there she was in the cellar, trussed up like a mare, with Jack stark naked!

"I'm beat, baby. But this ain't the last time we're gonna play," Jack muttered, pulling the latex gag from her mouth and starting to unhitch the leather harness confining her body.

Monica spat to one side, licking her lips to rid her mouth of the foul rubber taste still there. What a horror she had endured. And worse yet, what a horror she had loved! Yes, there was no doubt about it, she enjoyed it very, very much! What on earth was wrong with her? The more Jack insulted her, hurt her, degraded her, the more she wanted him!

"And keep your little daughter clear of me," Jack warned, pulling the harness off Monica, then dropping it carefully into his opened toolbox. "Bet you she's just like you, baby, and I don't leave things like that alone if I get a chance."

I'll kill you if you touch her, Monica vowed to herself as she watched his fat, limp prick disappear under Jack's upsliding Levi's.

CHAPTER SIX

Three days had passed since Monica's ordeal in the cellar. Arlette hadn't returned from the outdoors until later that afternoon, more than enough time for Monica to wash and try to compose herself.