Janet absorbed his words slowly, one at a time. The drug had already taken effect, accenting his usual precise speech and manner. He took another sip of coffee. "He can't trust himself, how will he be able to trust you either." He said. "Imagine the look on his face if he had seen us in the car."
"Oh, Martin, how could you? I thought you were so…"
"So sweet? Wasn't that what you said earlier? It's about time you learned that there is very little in this world that is sweet, starting now."
Janet could not comprehend the full impact of what had happened to her in the last few minutes. Her world was tumbling down on top of her like a fallen fortress, whose walls had been demolished by a tremendous onslaught of cannon fire. Fear was building in her, but so was another unexplained emotion. For the first time in her life she knew that she was completely at another person's mercy, but she wasn't as frightened of that fact as by the uncertainty that life now held for her.
"Do you think you could afford to expose us to Greg? Would it be worth his life in prison to you? You are going to do everything I tell you Janet, and without delay. If not, Greg will spend the best years of his life in jail."
"Martin…" she started to argue with him, but knew there were no words that would change his mind. "What about Darleen? she'll find out sooner or later."
"You still haven't caught on, have you? Darleen knows all about this tonight. Do you think she could get a headache after spending half the day getting ready to go out with us. Not on your life. She was out getting herself screwed half silly, just like you. The only difference is, she'll never see him again. But I plan to see a great deal of you."
Janet sat motionless as he moved across the couch to her. Her coffee was gone and the drug held her in complete submission to whatever would be demanded of her.
"I'm going to see a lot more of you," he said. "Starting now."
"What do you mean?" she asked between the soft heaving sobs coming from her throat. The girl had begun to regain control, but still did not completely understand what he wanted of her. The shock she had suffered, realizing that he was not the kind man she had thought still clouded her mental senses. She could not quite grasp what he wanted. Afraid to admit that he wanted her for a part time bed partner, she tried to find other solutions, but nothing would suffice.
"You're not stupid, Janet. Figure it out for yourself."
"You don't mean that you expect me to continue…"
"Precisely. You enjoyed it as much as I did, probably more. We can continue for a long time, with no annoyances from your husband. His mistake has become our good fortune. He can't object, and for his sake, neither can you."
It was true, she thought. There is no way out of this but if he will only leave now, I'll be safe until I can think of something.
"You're trembling. Are you afraid?"
Janet could not answer. Her voice was caught in her throat. Though she felt the heat from the fireplace, her body shivered with chills. It might have been easier for her if she hadn't already submitted to Martin once. But the thought of his lovemaking moved another shudder through her body. She had enjoyed it. There remained no doubt of that. Martin was more experienced than Greg. He knew how to make her feel like a woman wanted to feel. But… The nagging fear, the strict Midwestern upbringing, the morals of a church centered society still plagued her. She was married to Greg for better or worse. I just can't, she thought. I just can't do it again with another man.
"I want some more of that tight little pussy of yours." Martin said grinning lewdly and looking down at her exposed knees.
Janet reached nervously for the small pot trying to stall him off. "I don't mean coffee, baby, we're going upstairs, to bed. There's enough aphrodisiacs in the two cups that we've had to keep us going all night."
Janet recoiled at his words, she didn't know what to think. Had she really been drugged? Was all of this such an evil plan, that every detail had been taken care of. Janet suddenly realized that more than a victim of circumstance, she had become a victim of a drug, a horrible drug that took her control away.
Aware of the cause, she now knew why everything had gone into slow motion. She knew why his touch had been so satisfying, so intriguing. "Let's go," he said. "I don't like to waste time."
The girl refused to stand and he pulled her to her feet. "We're going to screw in your husband's bed. Won't you like that?" he said smiling. "I'm going to fuck you like never before, and you won't stop begging for it until you can't take anymore!"
His words were true. She knew that he could do all that he said and the sounds that vibrated through her head as he spoke intensified the growing feeling inside her. She stood helpless as he turned her around and unfastened the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were in her purse, where she had put them after they had finished in the car. She was completely naked and exposed to the fire whose flaming warmth licked over the sensitive nerves of her skin like some evil tongue of the devil of lust. Her nipples rose at the sudden exposure to the air. She stared straight ahead as though in a trance as he surveyed her body. But, in spite of her immobility, she seemed to sense the physical presence of his eyes as they traveled over the whiteness of her body, looking searchingly for flaws that they would not find.
Martin undressed himself as she stood a few feet from him. His penis was soft and swayed as he stepped toward her. That was the organ which had given her so much before, she thought. And now, it didn't seem to be what she wanted, but her body knew differently. A dampness swelled in her vagina lubricating her passage and softening the already soft, silken lips of her vulva.
"Upstairs," he commanded and her body obeyed mechanically. Her mind refused to follow his directions and with all the willpower that she could muster she tried to stop her legs from moving, but it was no use. Each step was as if she were walking on a cloud. She was in a dream world, swaying with every motion. She felt his hand touch her soft, swaying buttocks as he followed her up the long staircase.
Janet stopped and turned on the stairs to look down at the man following behind her. She watched his large, still soft penis swing back and forth like a pendulum as he climbed the last two steps. Then, when his face was level with her loins, he bent forward and kissed the silken hair on her pubic mound. His lips seared lewdly through and into the nakedness of her overheated skin. She could feel his tongue wet a small portion of her flesh and the goose bumps rise all over her as it brought an involuntary shudder rippling through her body.
Oh no! I can't do this, she thought, helplessly, and turned panic-stricken to run into her private bedroom, seeking sanctuary. It was her domain, hers and Greg's. No one could intrude. It was her fortress, her castle, fortified with the strength of her love for her husband. Nothing could conquer that. She was safe! Safe!
But, a moment later, Martin entered the room. His smile was still bright, even in the dim light. He was a man sure of himself, sure in the knowledge that he could possess this girl anyway he wished and no one, particularly her, would stop him.
Janet dropped to the edge of the bed and watched him, her eyes open wide and her tortured mind knowing she could retreat no further. There was no where else to go.
"I didn't know you were so anxious," he said, his lewd grin broadening. "I'm glad you see things my way. If we cooperate, our times together will be most pleasurable for both of us."
Janet sat looking at him. Her gaze was transfixed on his eyes. She clenched her hands into the bed spread and spoke. "I can't do this, Martin. I don't care what the cost." But her words were soft. There was no authority and only a minor note of conviction. Janet knew that the speech she was trying to make would do no good. Her body was warm. A fire was building down between her legs, a fire stoked only by the obscene picture of the naked man standing before her and for some reason she knew she would not be able to resist if he so much as touched her.