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the coats and took out a black nylon cord and a black plastic bag.
    He came back to the bed holding up the cord in one hand and the bag in the other. There was an expression on his face which made Susan shiver. Still calm, still slightly unfocused, as if he were looking right through her.
    â€œI think I’ve made a mistake,” she said.
    â€œWhoa, no, darling. I don’t think so. The fun has only just begun.”
    â€œPlease, I’m sorry I hurt you. I was angry, that’s all. I’m not used to drinking so much champagne.”
    But Jack leaned right over and said to her, “When you came into this bedroom, you had a choice. You could have been sweet. You couldhave been pliant. You could have let me take you to the moon. But you chose something else, didn’t you? You chose to make a little war out of it. Getting your revenge on men, were you? Or was it something else?”
    â€œI’m leaving,” said Susan, decisively, and climbed out of bed.
    Jack immediately seized hold of her left arm and twisted it behind her back. Then he caught hold of her right arm, too. He pushed her face-down on the bed and clambered on top of her, pinning her down with his knee.
    â€œGet off me!” she demanded, in a breathy scream.
    â€œWhoa, no. You made your choice. This is what you wanted and this is what you’re going to get.”
    With that, he lashed her wrists together with the black nylon cord, quickly and expertly, like a yachtsman. Then he took the black vinyl bag and pulled it over her head, twisting it into a knot around her neck. The cord was painfully tight. It bit into her skin and forced her arms so far back behind her that her shoulders ached. Inside the bag she was totally blind and it took only three or four panicky breaths before the vinyl was wet with moisture and clinging to her face.
    â€œTake this off me!
Jack!
Take this off me! I can’t breathe!”
    â€œYour rules, sweetheart,” said Jack. He kept her prone on the bed while he dragged open her thighs. She tried to wriggle, and let out a series of muffled shouts, but with every shout the vinyl bag was sucked closer to her face, until Jack could actually see her eyes and her nose and her mouth as she desperately tried to breathe.
    â€œYou’re going to love this, baby,” he told her. He pulled apart the cheeks of her bottom. Then he leaned forward and pushed himself into her, hurting her as much as he could, really hurting her.
    The vinyl bag crackled rhythmically against her face as she sweated and struggled and fought for air. On top of her, his expression cold and calm, Jack Amberson quietly grunted in his throat as he tried to force himself into her further and further. It took him almost a minute before he was completely buried, and his black hairy balls hung between her cheeks like exotic but uneatable fruits.
    Susan felt as if the whole world were collapsing all around her. She tried to suck in air but all she could suck in was wet vinyl. She could feel Jack’s penis inside her, and the pain was intense. But she beganrhythmically to push her hips down, and to squeeze her muscles. She was trying to survive. The quicker Jack reached a climax, the sooner he would take the bag off her head.
    She pushed faster and faster. She tried not to breathe too deeply, but every now and then she gasped for oxygen, and the bag stuck to her face like a second skin. She felt that she was suffocating but at the same time the sexual feeling was overwhelming.
    Jack shouted out, “Oh, shit!” and ejaculated deep inside her. Susan climaxed, too – an orgasm like nothing that she had ever experienced. It effervesced inside her, from her feet upward, and then a dark explosive force turned her whole existence inside out.
    She thought for one moment that she had fallen out of the universe. She thought that she was someplace else, where the skies were eternally black, and the stars never shone.
    Jack climbed