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Copyright 2002 by E. Z. Riter

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Hello, All,

In March, I posted the first two parts of VINNIE'S WORLD to ASSM.

They are entitled {EZ} VW - The Sunset and {EZ} VW - Sonya.

On April 5, I posted VW - Lily 1 and I posted Vw-Lily 2 on April 8. This is
part 3 of that four part series.

Vinnie's World was originally written under the name Ezra Zane for Ruthie's
Club (www.ruthiesclub.com), where Michael D, DrSpin, Al Steiner, Mat
Twassel, Shon Richards, and other writers also have stories appearing
exclusively in Ruthie's Club. A cadre of professional artists beautifully
illustrates each story.

Story Codes for Vinnie's World are almost everything, including M+F+ Cons
Non-Cons BDSM Rom Viol and Slut Wife, depending on the episode.

The intent was to create stories with sex in them, not sexual (or stroke)
stories.

The specific codes for Taking Lily are BDSM, Wife, nc, viol, Humil, and
probably some others.

The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
www.asstr-mirror.org (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/E.Z.Riter) and at
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I hope you enjoy these stories. As always, I do appreciate any feedback from
any reader on any subject.

Good reading and best wishes,

E.Z. Riter a/k/a Ezra Zane

TAKING LILY

Part Three

When I joined Prissy in the observation room, Lily was standing as I left
her - a little spread-legged statue holding up her skirt to reveal a
reddened ass.

"What do you think?" I said.

"She's on the edge of the cliff, Vinnie. It'll only take a little push,"
Prissy answered.

I agreed, but didn't say so. I didn't want to push Lily. I wanted her to
jump.

Lily straightened her skirt, took a deep breath, and emitted a sigh that
rattled the windows. She went into the bathroom. The toilet flushed.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw herself in the big mirror and
stopped. She sighed again. Her face changed to frank neutrality and her
shoulders straightened. She tucked in her tummy. She was appraising herself.
I was appraising her, too. I liked what I saw.

She tilted her head, turned a little, and fluffed her hair. I wondered how
often, if ever, Lily looked at what she was. My guess was that she never
did, or, if she did, she saw herself in a clouded and distorted way that
reflected learned perceptions, not what she really was.

On the balls of her feet, she turned her back to the mirror as she looked
over her shoulder. She raised her skirt until it was bunched around her
waist. Her ass, tight and hard as she stood on tiptoes, had a pink glow. A
tiny smile curled her lip as one hand lovingly caressed her ass cheek.

"Nice," Prissy whispered. I silently agreed.

In a flash, Lily's face changed to horror. She squeaked, turned brilliant
red, and charged the mirror.

"Lillian Brooks," she said sharply to her reflection. "You say you're going
to submit to him because he's stronger and you don't have any choice, but
don't tell me that's it. Admit it. No man has made you feel this way. You're
dying to surrender to him."

For a moment, I thought she'd cry, but her face morphed into a sexual smirk.
She stood straight and tall, arrogantly looking at herself.

"Yes, I'm going to be his harlot," she said.

She turned on the balls of her feet and swayed back to the bed. She looked
at herself one more time before lying down and folding her hands across her
belly.

I didn't plan my punishment of Herbert Brooks the way it was unfolding. When
I began, I had no intention of using his wife as anything more than a
punishment for him. I'd planned to crush them both and leave them on the
refuse heap of life.

But she appealed to me. She was one of those rare women worth keeping. You
know what that appeal was. It's what it always is.

Her face.

I'd seen it first in the way she looked at me in those frantic moments when
we captured them at their house. In the seconds before shock and terror
overcame her, she'd stared at me while Prissy cuffed her hands behind her. I
saw sexual interest as if she'd never met a man she wanted as much and the
feelings overpowered her.

In the times we'd been face to face since then, hints of what she wanted to
be with me peeked from behind her dominant emotions, like nymphs peering
lustfully from behind the trees in a forest. But when she'd said she wanted
to be my harlot, the honesty of her raw emotions swept away her pretensions
like oaks caught in a flash flood.

That was a face I wanted and I would have her.

"I'm going to go see Herbie," I said to Prissy. She nodded acknowledgment.

Herbert Brooks was fully dressed and sitting in one of the chairs in the
interview room. Fed and spruced up, he looked presentable except for an
expression of shock and terror. When I entered the room, he stood like a
guilty schoolboy.

"Hi, Herbie," I said with a warm and friendly smile. "I want to make sure
you and I understand each other. Why is this happening to you?"

"I gave Sonya Simpson cocaine and had sex with her," he replied in a
high-pitched and frightened voice.

"What are you going to do about Teresa Barton?"

"I'm to protect her, to be her friend and confidant, but not to touch her.
I'm to report back to you anything I hear from her or about her."

"What about your wife?"

"She's your woman now. I'll live with and care for her, but she's yours."

"What's her name?"

"Lily."

"And Heather?"

"When you're ready, she'll be yours, too."

"Very good, Herbie," I said jocularly. "I see you're a smart man. That's
probably the reason you're such a good teacher." I scowled at him and I
thought he'd wet his pants. "Herbie, do we need to discuss again what'll
happen to you if you don't obey and cooperate with me?"

"N-n-no, sir," he stammered.

"Good boy, Herbie. Now here's what's going to happen next. I'm going to fuck
Lily. She'll love it and it'll cement her to me. You're going to watch. I
want you to pay close attention. Notice how much bigger my body is than
yours. Particularly notice how much bigger my cock is. And watch your wife.
She'll be hotter and enjoy it more than she ever has with you. Watch for the
signs, Herbie. You can tell. She'll know it's the best fucking she's ever
had, and you'll see it, too. After it's over, you'll know every time you
fuck her, she'll compare you to me, and you'll come up short. Oh, yes.
She'll compare. I'll win. You'll lose. Every time."

Watching Herbert Brooks crumble like a broken mirror was emotionally
satisfying. Very satisfying. Even more so than butt fucking him. It didn't
make any difference if Lily enjoyed me more or if she compared the two of
us. Herbie would think she did and that's what counted.

I yanked his head back by his hair. He squeaked and quivered.

"Listen closely, Herbie. Lily is mine. You'll be loving and considerate to
her. Your life will be like it was except she'll come to me when I want her.
You'll do everything in your power to make sure she remains mine. If she
disobeys me, you'll wish you were dead because there's not a place in the
world that you can hide except one. That's in a grave."

Bigun and Donnie escorted Herbie to the observation room. When I started
with this plan, I wanted Herbie in the room, but he was secondary now. I
wanted Lily. Knowing he was watching would have a negative impact on her
that I wanted to eliminate.

Lily was lying down when I walked in her room. She turned toward me and
stared. I expected to see apprehension followed by desire. Apprehension
never showed. Her eyes were soft and warm. Her smile was real. When I sat on
the bed by her, she didn't move, but her face blanched, then flushed.

"It's time," I said softly.

She flushed again, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She undressed and shed
her clothes by squirming on the bed. When she was through, she lay still
with her legs slightly spread and her arms bent over her head with hands to
elbows.

Seeing her dressed, I would've guessed her breasts were a B-cup. Seeing her
naked, I knew A-cup at the most, like racquetballs high on her chest. She
looked longer waisted than I'd realized and that waist was narrower. Her
bush was a morass of unkempt dark hair above a prominent pubic bone. Her
belly button was concave. Her lower belly was slightly convex, with
striations from child bearing.

She watched me undress with wide and attentive eyes. A tiny smile never left
her lips. When she saw my cock pop out as I dropped my drawers, her smile
grew and her legs parted a little wider.

When my knee touched the bed, she said, "What's your name?"

"Vinnie."

"Hi, Vinnie. I'm Lily," she whispered musically.

When I wrapped one hand around her arms to hold them down, her pussy made
one thrust upward. I pushed down her pubic bone with the palm of my other
hand and put a finger in her hot dampness. Her pussy thrust under against my
hand as her legs bent in frog fashion.

When I lowered my head to kiss her lips, she struggled to raise hers to meet
me. Her kiss was sweet and eager, but I pulled away to nibble down her
throat. I nibbled her nipple first. Then pressured lips slid down the dense
flesh and gentle teeth scraped upwards while my tongue tickled her nipple.
Her entire breast fit in my mouth.

A woman's heat tells the tale of her wants and needs. As I made love to
Lily's breasts, her heat increased exponentially and her pussy throbbed on
my finger. Her nipples were almost as sensitive as her clitoris.

Her legs flayed, her body twisted and sweated. She was a butterfly pinned to
a board at both ends. She gurgled and muttered incoherently before
orgasming. I continued playing with nip and clit.

"Stick it in me," she groaned. "Now. Please."

"What?" I said, pretending not to hear.

"Put it in me, Vinnie. I need it."

"Fuck you?"

"Yes, Vinnie. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I wondered if she'd said that word before and what her husband's face looked
like as I roughly guided her to her hands and knees before moving between
her spread legs. My view was excellent. Her narrow shoulders, the muscles of
her back, her narrow waist and flaring ass, were ambrosia for my libido.

I also had a good view of our faces and bodies in the giant mirror. And,
behind it, her husband could see us both.

I lodged the tip of my cock between the bloated lips of her pussy.

"Stick it in. Come on, Vinnie," she growled.

"Look at us in the mirror," I said.

She raised her head, which arched her back.

"Please fuck me," she begged, expelling the words as a moan from deep inside
her.

I drove in to the hilt. Her mouth popped open and her eyes bugged out. Her
face contorted and she murmured, "Oh, God, yes." We all knew she orgasmed. I
kept fucking her with smooth, hard strokes until she came again and her head
dropped to the mattress. I slowed to keep her hot, but let her rest.

"Stop, Vinnie. I can't take any more," she mumbled.

She twisted to get away, grunting as she did. I held her tightly with my
left arm around her waist.

"No. Don't, damn you. I'm too hot. I'm burning up," she pleaded.

I pulled her head back until her body was trapped against mine with her ass
against my crotch and my cock buried deeply inside her. That's when I felt
the heat grow in her pussy. I couldn't remember a pussy that hot and I
wondered if a cock could get burned in that kind of heat. Her mouth was
open. Her eyes were unblinking. Her chest heaved in short, quick breaths.
But her hips and legs were motionless.

"Look at us in the mirror, Lily. Look. You can see how good we look when
we're fucking. Look at your legs outside mine. Look at my cock in your
pussy. Look at your sweat and your face. I love your face, Lily. It's an
animal's face. You're beautiful, Lily. A beautiful, sexual animal."

"Your animal," she moaned.

"Yes, my animal. Mine."

"Yours, Vinnie. I'm your animal. Your woman. You own me."

"Yes, I do."

I bit her shoulder muscle and held it in my teeth, like a stallion does a
mare. I twisted her nipples until pain registered on her face. Her hips
started to move.

"That's it, my pretty pussy. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Picture an old-fashioned marionette mounted atop a rod. The marionette moves
animatedly above that fixed center. I provided the rod and Lily was the
puppet, except this puppet provided her own unique movements - a carnal
vision of orgasmic woman, accompanied by the unintelligible sounds of a
she-cat and a tidal wave of sexual heat and smells. It was a vision unlike
any I'd seen and sounds rarely heard as she slithered and twisted.

My own face portrayed a different picture to the mirror and those behind it.
It was possessive. Lily was mine now. Lily knew it. I knew it. And Herbie,
if he had a brain in his head, knew it.

Lily was mauling her body with her hands as she danced erotically on my
cock. Her sweat flowed freely. The red of her skin kept deepening. Her pussy
juices soaked my crotch and upper thighs. Her face was contorted in agony.

"Vinnie, help me. I can't cum. I can't. Oh, God, Vinnie, I need to cum."

I threw her on her back with her arms trapped underneath her, spread her
legs like she was doing the splits, and drove into her pulsating cunt. It
spasmed, pinching me like a clasped fist, but I jerked back and slammed home
again. Lily was rigid, her face contorted in sexual agony, as I fucked her
with brutally hard thrusts.

The vibration started in her pussy and spread like seismic shocks in an
earthquake. The vibrations became trembles, the trembles became jolts, until
she was an arched, rigid mass undulating from some internal force. She
didn't scream. Air rushed from her lungs with a whoosh and her eyes rolled
back in head as she lost consciousness. The perfect orgasm.

Only one problem. I hadn't shot my load and my balls hurt.

I have turn-offs like you do. My biggest one is the woman being unconscious.
The idea of giving a woman a rape drug or sleeping potion is for limp-dicked
guys into necrophilia. I like women alive, quivering and dripping, unable to
be still because they want me so much. If I wanted them flaccid, I'd buy a
rubber doll. The instant Lily lost consciousness, her muscles relaxed, and
her body started cooling.

I pulled out, covered her over with a blanket, and joined the others in the
observation room. Except for Herbie, they all looked horny as hell.

Herbie was vacant-eyed, a pitiful empty shell. I would've felt sorry for him
but a vision of Lily's erotic dance atop my cock filled my mind.

I began this because of Sonya. Now I was doing it for Lily because I wanted
her as much as I'd wanted Sonya, but in a different way. I didn't want her
to be by my side as Sonya had been. I wanted her to come running to me.

I pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him. He stared at me like he'd go
blind if he looked away.

"She's mine," I said.

"Yes, sir."

"Any questions?"

"No, sir."

"And you remember the rest of our agreement."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't ever double cross me, Herbie. If you do, I'll hand you your cock in a
paper bag. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

It was all over for Herbie. He knew I owned him as much as I owned his wife.
He knew the score now and he'd be a good little boy.

"Donnie, take Herbie to The Crib and you guys have some fun," I said.

"If you don't need me, I'll go with them," Bigun said hopefully.

The Crib is a black-owned brothel that specializes in women who look young,
with narrow hips, baby faces, and bald pussies being at a premium.
Originally, all the women were black, but now there were more Orientals than
blacks and there was a smattering of Anglos and Hispanics.

"Go ahead, Bigun, and, Mica, go home to Leekeysha," I said. Mica smiled.

"How about me, Vinnie?" Prissy asked. I knew what she wanted and I wanted
the same thing.

"Let's talk some," I replied.

The others cleared out. I set all the alarms, checked Lily to find her in
deep slumber, and went to my bedroom. Prissy was already there. She was
naked and standing by the bed waiting for me.

Prissy is built like a middle linebacker with tits. She's big. Her muscles
are strong and hard. Usually, she appears to be gender neutral and sexless.
But she is a woman. She doesn't reveal her femininity to everyone, and she
doesn't let it interfere with her work, but it's there in spades.

Prissy and I were occasional lovers, coupling when either of us wanted a
good roll in the hay. Bigun and Donnie had been her lovers, too, as well as
others I could name. She can be forceful or subtle when she fucks. Today I
didn't want subtle. I wanted a hard coupling to unload my aching balls.

She wanted it, too, but, as I approached the bed, her expression said, "Make
me." We struggled, rolling on the bed like heavyweight wrestlers, grunting
until we were red, covered in sweat, and our breathing labored. I don't know
if she resisted with all her strength, but I used all mine until I was
between her legs. When my cockhead penetrated her pussy, she locked her legs
around me and jerked me into her.

When she came, I had to gasp to breathe as her legs tightened around me.
When I came, I screamed. Sleep overcame me with her arms around my neck and
her body under mine.

Three hours later I awakened with Prissy sprawled against me. I swatted her
on the ass. She groaned and rolled over.

"I'm starved. What's in the fridge?"

"Bigun brought in T-bones," she said.

"I'll cook. Do you want one?"

"Or more," she said.

Lily was deeply asleep when I checked on her. I wrapped her in the blanket,
carried her into the kitchen, and propped her in a chair. I started the
steaks and salad, while Prissy boiled some oil and poured French fries in to
cook.

Lily stirred when she smelled the food cooking, but she didn't say anything
until I sat her plate in front of her. We three ate like galley slaves that
hadn't been fed in a week. Prissy and I finished our steaks and spilt
another one as Lily finished hers. Prissy started on the dishes.

I wiggled a finger and Lily groaned as she came to me.

"Sore?" I asked.

"You wouldn't believe it," she replied.

Lily blushed and her eyes flashed up at Prissy as I removed her blanket, but
she didn't try to stop me from exposing her. Lily bore the marks of heavy
sexual combat. Blue breasts with teeth marks on the right one. A bruise and
tooth marks on her shoulder. Skin abrasions from her nails. Four small
bruises over each hip bone from my fingers as I held her. Red blotches.
Bruises on her thighs.

"Where's Herb?" she asked.

"He went to a whorehouse with Donnie and Bigun," I replied.

She sighed. "I guess he needed something. He lost his wife tonight."

"No, he didn't."

"Oh?"

"Let me tell you what's going to happen. You're his wife, but you're my
woman. You'll live with him as you always have. The difference is when I
call for you, you'll come running to me. When I'm present, you're my woman
and you'll act accordingly. When I'm absent, you're still my woman, but
you'll act as you always have with him."

Questioning eyes gave way to acceptance.

"Herb has agreed to that?"

"Yes, he has."

"All right, Vinnie."

That was all the discussion about this seismic change in their lives. She
didn't ask why I'd done it or why Herb agreed. She wasn't dumb. Maybe, she
guessed and didn't want confirmation. I'm sure she cared, but she knew some
things were best left unsaid. Part of it was that she liked the change.

Lily and I went back to bed to sleep like the dead. When we awakened, we
took a long, leisurely bath together. I knew she wanted to fuck again, but I
wanted to wait.

When she started to dress, I said, "You'll wear what I want you to wear,
Lily. Right now, I don't want you to wear anything."

She looked horrified for a spilt second before smiling wantonly.

"Whatever you say," she replied as her eyes twinkled sexily.

"How many men have seen you naked?" I asked.

"Only you and Herb."

"That's changing," I replied. I held out my hand.

She had a soft, sexual smile as she took my hand and padded after me.

Donnie, Prissy, Bigun, and Herbie were playing gin, which is a fool's game
if Bigun's in it. He always wins.

Lily turned beet red when we walked through the door, but moved like a woman
who's pleased with her sexuality. Herbie stared at her. She returned his
look with a tiny smile.

"Kiss your husband," I said.

Lily kissed him gently on the lips and ruffled his hair. He made no move to
touch her. I sat down and she sat on my lap facing him. I covered her breast
with one hand and her pussy with the other as Herbie and I stared at each
other. Lily looked at me, not him, as she wrapped her fingers around my
cock.

Herbie sighed and returned to the game. When he glanced at his wife, the way
he looked at her pleased me. His expression showed love but not ownership,
caring but not possession.

When Lily looked at him, there was a soft gentle loving. She looked at me
with unbridled passion.

To be continued

Please!  Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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