"Oh! My! God!" Heidi groaned as his huge cock filled her. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him. "Oh! My! God!" He was going to tear her apart, and he kept plunging deeper, and deeper. This was the emperor of all penises. King Penis. And it was all hers. "Ohhhh!" He was moving on her. Moving back and forth. Faster and faster and faster. He was like a damned machine! It was incredible, but it could be better. "Do it!" Heidi told him. "Do it now! Ahhh!" He had hit her G-spot. "Now! Now!" she insisted.

"Very well, Heidi, my naughty bitch, you shall have your heart's desire," Brad said as he sat atop her, his cock buried deep within her fevered body. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed with anticipation of the bliss to come. His big hands fastened about her slender throat, and slowly he began to squeeze as he continued to fuck her. His fingers pressed down slowly, letting her experience pleasure such as she had known only once before. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her face glowed with unimaginable, incredible passion. And when he saw that she had reached the apex of the experience, he climaxed in a fierce rush.

Heidi was unconscious, and his finger marks were visible around her slender neck. Brad rolled off of her and lay on his back breathing heavily. When he had recovered, he leaned over and untied her hands. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, confused at first, and then remembering.

"That was absolutely the best sex I have ever had," she whispered, her voice a little raspy. "How the hell is this all possible?"

"Do you really care?" he responded. "You just want a big cock, and I've got one. And you need a man who knows how to handle you, baby. I do." He got up, and pulled the black thong on. "I'm going now," he told her.

"But I don't want you to," Heidi whined at him. "I want more cock!"

Reaching out, he wrapped his big hand in her blond hair and yanked her up. "What did I tell you, baby?" He slapped her hard, and her head snapped back. "What did I tell you?" He slapped her again, and glared down into her face.

"You said I need to be mastered," Heidi whimpered.

"And?" His hand tightened in her hair.

"You said I'm the slave here," Heidi half sobbed. He was hurting her, and she found she was aroused by it.

The hand in her hair loosened, and he pulled her into his arms now, giving her a quick kiss of approval, caressing her butt softly. "That's right, baby. I'm the master. And as long as you understand that, we're going to do just fine." He let her go and walked toward the elevator door.

"Brad?"

"Yeah, baby?" The doors opened.

"You'll come back?" Heidi quavered. She couldn't bear it if he didn't come back.

"I'll be here when you come, baby," he told her. He stepped into the elevator.

"Wait! How do I get back?" she asked.

"You're on your way now," he told her as the doors closed.

And Heidi felt herself growing dizzy, and the sensation of falling. Her eyes closed just briefly, and then flew open. She was back in the den of the house in her chair. There was a test pattern on the television. Heidi clicked the channel changer off and got up. My God, she thought, her vagina felt sore as if it had been stretched by something very big. And her neck. She rubbed it. Then the realization began to set in. The Channel was real. Very, very real! Her heart raced with her excitement. I've got to go to bed, she thought silently. This can't be, and once I've had a good sleep it will all fall into place.

In the bedroom Jeff was snoring, but as her weight touched the bed, he awoke and rolled over. "You just coming to bed?" he demanded.

"I fell asleep in front of the television," she lied.

He began to fondle her breasts. "I'm horny," he said. "Let's do it." He pushed her nightgown up and rolled on top of her. He slept naked.

"Jeff!" Heidi protested. "A little foreplay would be nice."

"You're already wet, babe. I think my Heidi is horny too," he chuckled, and shoved his penis into her. Then he began to fuck her quickly, and within a moment he had come. He pulled out. "That was good," he said.

Heidi jumped up. "Good for who?" she hissed at him. "I sure as hell didn't get anything out of it. Wham! Bam! And no thank-you-ma'am! I am bloody tired of this."

He was on his feet. "If you didn't get anything out of it, it's your fault, not mine," he snarled. "Women say I'm good at what I do." He leered at her.

"Women who want something from you, you mean," she snapped back at him. "How many times have I told you a woman needs a little time. Five pokes and you're out, and you think I have had enough time?" She stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

Jeff followed her, and when he found the door locked, he put his shoulder against it and pushed it in. "What the hell has gotten into you, Heidi?" he demanded to know.

"I just realized that I don't need you anymore, Jeff," she said coldly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm in love with you. I'm divorcing my wife. I went out on a limb to buy that damned co-op for us."

"You made the down payment with your kids' college money, and I've been paying the bridge loan while your divorce has been stalled," she shouted at him. "And for the record, I don't love you! And I'm not going to marry you, Jeff. And I'm going to Mr. Wickham Junior and tell him whose ideas you've been using for the agency's clients, and who has been writing the copy. And when I'm through I'll have a vice presidency, and you will be yesterday's headline story. Now get out of the bathroom so I can shower. There must be a bus that goes back to the city from this place, and I'm going as soon as I can." She gave him a shove, and then another.

Jeff Buckley's temper exploded. "You conniving little bitch!" he yelled at her, and then he began to hit her again and again.

Heidi screamed. When Brad smacked her around he didn't really hurt her, and she had loved it because Brad was her master now. But Jeff was hurting her. She felt a warm trickle of blood coming from her nose. She screamed again and, pushing past him, ran from the bedroom and down the stairs toward the front door. He was right behind her, roaring his outrage. She fumbled with the locks on the front door even as he grabbed her and swung her around to slap her again. Heidi reached out for the antique vase on the hall table and, gripping it in her fingers, slammed it down on Jeff's head. He stumbled back, dazed, and it gave her just enough time to get the door open. Then she ran across the lawn screaming at the top of her lungs.

Within minutes windows were opening in response to her cries for help. Jeff had regained his equilibrium and was trying to drag her back into the house. Heidi fought him like a tigress, and continued to shriek. Sam Seligmann and Rick Johnson, in robes, came from their houses to separate the combatants. Heidi flung her arms about Dr. Seligmann, sobbing. Sam looked somewhat startled as the girl in the black negligee clung to him.

"Don't let him hurt me again," she pleaded, her gray eyes overflowing with tears. "Please don't let him hurt me again."

"It's alright, my dear," Sam said. "Come with me now," and he led her across the cul-de-sac into his house.

"The bitch!" Jeff said angrily. "The duplicitous little bitch!"

"Trouble in paradise?" Rick said softly.

"Drop dead!" Jeff snapped and, turning, went back to his house.

Rick turned, hiding his smile, and saw Carla hurrying across the lawn in the predawn light to the Seligmanns'. He sighed, and followed after her.

Heidi Millar's face was a disaster. One eye was blacked badly, and her nose was still oozing blood as she held a cloth tightly to it. Rina was clucking sympathetically and trying too soothe the semihysterical girl. She waved her husband and Rick out of the kitchen, where they had brought Heidi.

"Go back to bed, both of you," she said. "Carla and I will help here."

The two men left, and they heard Sam climbing the stairs as the front door closed behind Rick.

"What happened?" Carla said, trying to keep the eagerness from her voice.

"Oh, Carla, it's wonderful!" Heidi said. "And then I came back, and Jeff wanted to, well, you know, and it was terrible the way it always is, and I just lost it. I mean, why should I have to put up with him when I've got The Channel?"

"You told her about The Channel?" Rina said, surprised.

Carla smiled, and nodded. "What happened?" she repeated.

"Well, I told him some home truths about how he was creatively dry, and I had been doing the campaigns his partners thought he was doing, and that I was going to tell them, and get a promotion, and that I didn't need him. Then he started beating me. I thought he was going to kill me. I honestly did."

"You have to press charges," Carla said softly. "You can't let him get away with that kind of violence." Her eyes met Rina's over Heidi's head.

"Yes," Rina agreed. "You really must press charges against him, my dear. I always suspected he was violent with Nora, though she would never admit it, poor woman. And Heidi, Jeff is what in my day was referred to as a tomcat, or a hound dawg. He never met a skirt he didn't lift, or try to lift. He wouldn't have been any more faithful to you than he was to Nora. I think you're well out of this. I'll call the police for you."

Heidi thought a moment. That would really screw Jeff with his partners, wouldn't it? She felt a smile, and then winced because it hurt her face. She sighed dramatically. "I guess I will have to press charges so he doesn't do this to any woman again. Do you think if his wife ever wakes up, she'll want him back?"

"NO!" Both Carla and Rina said with a single voice.

"Would you please call the police for me, Carla?" Heidi said.