To Carson, life was a series of competitions. To him everyone was an opponent. There had to be a victor and a loser in all matters. Even sex. Sex was a game of control. Each of that night’s contestants knew it. They both enjoyed it, but the game had rules. Betty was going to break them. The number one rule at Razzles was, men were always right.
In the back of Betty’s mind there was a lingering, unanswered question. She wanted the answer that night. She wanted the truth. So she used the bedroom as a lab to perform a private experiment. She wondered who had the most power? Was it the men or women? Of course, she had her own theory, but she had to test it for validation.
His mysterious adversary looked flush and ripe. "You’re very pretty. Now lay back on the bed for me."
She said, "No."
Carson wasn’t familiar with that word. She defied his orders. She sat up at the edge of the bed. He told her to stay on the bed. She got up. He reached to touch her. She pulled away and said, "No. Not till I say so."
She looked serious. He laughed at the absurdity. It was obviously a new game of some sort. Betty tried to take charge. It was cute, but he wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't break his winning streak. She began tossing mean words at him through gritted teeth. Something about stealing farms from little girls. He was getting aroused.
It was getting interesting. He wanted to play too, but wasn't sure where to start. "I’m not here to talk about real estate toots. I’m here to screw you."
"Never again." Betty scolded.
Carson asked. "What?"
She glared at him and stood her ground. Her stance was preposterous to him. Did she really think that she could stop him? He laughed and provoked her. "You're little spitfire aren't you?"
"Go to hell!" she seethed.
She was marvelous and unpredictable and Carson loved it! He wanted to fight her.
He grabbed her wrist and wrenched it. He wanted to make a point. He was strong enough to fling her back to bed. She fought back. She was fighting for keeps, but he was just playing. He laughed as they wrestled. To him it was great! He loved how her soft body felt as it banged against him during battle. The harder she struggled the more aroused he became.
He was obviously the stronger of the two and he was going to win. But she didn’t make it easy, so he steamrolled over her on the bed. He crushed her under his bloated form. She couldn't breathe. He playfully mocked, "Say uncle."
His flab smothered her. All she could let out was a muffled scream. He teased musically. "I caaaaan't heeeeeear yooooou."
When the joke wore thin he let her up. He didn’t want it to end too quickly. He gave her a chance to attack again. His erection bounced as they chased each other around the bed. She lunged at him again and again. He easily repelled her. He loved that she was so mad. He grabbed both her wrists and spun her trapping her arms. He wrapped his body around hers and bear hugged her. It crushed her. He giggled as he pressed his erection into her back. "Feel that? Guess where that’s going toots?"
Then he shoved her on the bed and buried her face into a pillow. He folded her arm behind her back, and pulled at her shoulder till the joint hurt. She struggled to escape but couldn't. He had her. He had dominated her. She was utterly helpless. Betty started sobbing. Raw misery poured from her. She couldn’t stop it. To his surprise, her delicious tears, and the sweet music of her mourning made Carson climax.
She realized what happened and yelled out. "What is wrong with you people?"
He giggled. There bodies were pressed close throughout the match, but he never penetrated her. "Man oh man alive. That never happened before. Thank you, doll. That was just what I needed."
He chuckled hardily. "I haven't had that much fun since I was a boy. You truly are the best, kiddo."
He released her supple form and she fell into a wet spot.
Her experiment was an utter failure. She lost control. She didn’t want him to enjoy it. She wanted him to take his semen back. He thought she was joking. She wept uncontrollably. Betty knew she wasn't in her right mind. She could tell she wasn’t making sense, but thought if she kept talking, a message would take form and coerce him. He tried to follow her words but it was too difficult.
"You ruined my life."
She begged him to sell her the farm for the number in her bankbook. She said she would do anything for him. She could make up the difference in services if it pleased him. She had to get out of Citadel. She couldn't take it one day more. She didn't want to go crazy too! She wanted the farm back and would do anything to get it. She offered her dignity in trade. It was all she had left.
He collected his clothes frantically.
"Please don't leave me! I’ll be your girlfriend or love slave, whatever you want! We can fight every night. You can hurt me,” she pleaded.
“I just want to go home!” She moaned through drunken tears.