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His wife at that moment was trembling violently as she knelt half-naked
in the middle of her living room and heard the steps approaching the door of the
apartment.
There's still time, she thought. If I move now, I can get to the door
and lock it. Now!
She didn't move.
A moment later the door opened.
Jerry stood in the doorway, grinning at her. He was big and husky, with
very dark hair slicked back from a cruelly handsome face. He was young, no more
than eighteen. She was twenty-three. Why did he have this power over her?
He came into the room, followed by two men no older than himself. She
had never seen them before. Her immediate instinct was to put up her hands to
shield her naked breasts. But she didn't. She knew it was no use. She knelt
there, waiting.
"Good girl," Jerry said. "Just like Jerry ordered." He turned to his two
friends, who were staring at her, one with his mouth open. "What did I tell you?
Isn't she a sexy bitch? Her name's Susan. Susan, this is Larry and George."
She said nothing.
"Jesus!" one of them said. "What have you got on her, anyway?"
"Not a thing," Jerry said. "She just loves me. Right, Susan? Tell the
boys what you are."
She knew what he wanted her to say. God help her, it was true enough.
But she wouldn't.
"Tell them," Jerry repeated.
Her mouth worked. "Jerry, please..." she whispered. "Please don't..."
He looked down at her for a long moment, and she wondered if he was
going to hit her. But that would be too easy for her. He shrugged. "Okay. If
that's the way you feel about it, we'll just leave. Come on, fellas." He turned
away and started for the door. He was pulling it open when she broke.
"No!" she cried. Oh god, it was no use. No use. She felt the tears come
to her eyes.
Jerry swung the door closed and turned back, grinning in triumph. "Tell
them, then," he said. "Tell them what you are."
"I'm your slave," she whispered. The tears ran down her cheeks.
"Louder," Jerry said. "They boys can't hear you."
"I'm your slave," she said, louder.
"That's better." He came back to her. "Now show them. Kiss my feet."
The others moved closer to watch. She didn't look at them. They were
just an audience for Jerry's debasement of her. She knew he would make her fuck
them eventually. She knew she would do it. She would do anything he told her.
She bent forward until she was on her hands and knees, then lowered
herself to her elbows. Crouching there in front of him, she dropped her head and
kissed the tips of his shoes, first one then the other.
"Lick them."
She licked them with her tongue until he told her to stop.
"All right, Susan," he said. "Now crawl for us. Crawl around the room
like a good little slave."
She crawled. On all fours, like an animal. With her full, firm breasts
swaying, her long brown hair trailing on the floor, she crawled for her
degradation and their delight. She sobbed as she crawled. But the shame and the
sobbing had nothing to do with the other feeling, the feeling that gave Jerry
his domination over her, the feeling that made her want to grovel naked before
them forever, the feeling that she knew deep down all the Dr. Albertses in the
world would never take away.
