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CHAPTER ONE
Claudie walked along 57th Street, her lovely little ass smiling at all the men she passed. For a nineteen year old country girl she was learning fast. It was three months since she had left her aunt's home in Delaware, and not one moment of that time had been spent in regret.
She glanced at a clock and her steps quickened. "Only five minutes to get back. I hate to make him angry." Her boss, Mr. Stephen Wolff, valued every second of her time, and he bought a lot of it. Park Ave. apartment, dinner several times a week, not to mention all those little presents needed to buy a special bonus from her. The last diamond bracelet was good for just a fifteen minute blow-job. Claudie explained it all in terms of inflation. Mr. Wolff loved it.
"Ouch, damn it. This fucking heel broke again." She had just begun to learn "bad" language and it was great. She just itched every time she heard that word. Claudie stumbled into a hallway and bent down. Next thing she knew she was lying spread-eagled on a very hard, white table, and the humming of a plane filled her ears.
"Pretty little piece this time, huh Larry. How much do you think she'll bring?"
"She looks like she's good for about fifteen hundred, but she feels like she's good for a million."
"What the hell is going on," Claudie began to say, but she didn't. Instead she groaned, part pleasure and part pain as she felt two strong fingers rubbing her rosy little clit.
Claudie came to her senses and looked up. Her copper hair was the first thing she saw, the second thing was her soft white titties and hard pink nipples peeking up from under her hair.
"Where am I," she managed to mumble.
"In good hands baby, so don't you worry," the one called Larry said. "You're going to a party, child, and you're travelling first class."
"Please, please, I want to go home." She was getting scared, and she began to sound desperate.
"Let's cut the crap Larry, and get a piece of this action. I've got a hard-on that could break a brick wall."
"Go ahead Mac, she's all yours. I'll watch for a while though, to make sure you don't damage the merchandise."
"You know modesty isn't my best point, Larry," Mac said as he unzipped his fly. "And we always were a good team."
"If you need any help Mac just wave that cute little cock of yours three times, and you know I'll come running. After all what are friends for?"
"Open your pretty eyes baby and then your mouth. I've got something I want to tell you about."
As her eyes opened, Claudie got a thorough look at something that was neither cute, nor little. A gigantic hairy prick was staring her right in the face.
"Hey Larry, she's impressed. Come on baby, play a song on my organ." Both the men had a good laugh over that, and then they got down to business.
"Leave me alone. Let me up." Tears starting streaming from Claudie's soft, dark eyes. Anyone less intent might have been moved by her terror, but not Mac. He was one horny mother.
"If you ain't a virgin it won't be anything new, or not much anyway. If you are baby, there's always a first. So open your pretty pink honey lips and suck my cock like you loved every minute, or you'll be real sorry. I'd hate to think you didn't like me."
Like him, good God, she hated him. He was one of the ugliest men she had ever seen. Short and horribly skinny, she was beginning to wonder how his body could support that huge hairy thing his friend called "cute." She started to giggle at the thought, and then screamed as a hard hand smacked her right across the face.
"I'm done playing games. Start sucking."
Mac's hands pried her mouth open, and he plunged himself into her warm wet mouth. Claudie gagged and tears of surprise and pain sprang to her eyes. Mac just pumped and pumped, groaning and squeezing her cheeks and lips as he got closer and closer to a bursting orgasm.
Claudie strained at her bonds with a strength she didn't know she had. Leather thongs bound her hands and feet painfully, and a twelve inch prick was rammed up to the hilt in her helpless moist mouth. "Not much chance to scream for help," she thought, and gagged as she started to laugh.
Then she felt a new sensation, and her tightly bound legs began to wriggle provocatively as two strong male fingers prodded and parted her tender pink cunt lips with little of the gentleness she was used to.
Between gasps Mac said, "couldn't wait, could you Larry. Give her a few pokes for me." Mac couldn't say any more as he was just starting to pump his sperm into Claudie's white throat.
"God, God, it's so good I'm dying. Aaagh, you bitch, you bitch." He was slapping her cheeks and pulling at her hair in earnest now, and between the pain at her top and the pleasure at her bottom end Claudia started to come in her confusion.
"She's some hot pussy Mac. Hey, you done yet?" Exhausted with lust Mac was happily biting her nipples. Finding her mouth free for the moment Claudie screamed and sobbed hysterically. Mac kissed her hard on her wet lips and started to untie her bonds.
"What you doing Mac?" Larry asked.
"It's your turn now partner and I'm just trying to make things as pleasant as possible for you. Anyway the poor girl's circulation must be cut off and I want to make her comfortable. That's the least I can do for her."
He helped Claudie to a sitting position. Her sobs stopped soon and then she looked around her.
For the first time she saw Mac's face, and it really surprised her. It was actually rather pleasant, with dark brown eyes smiling lips, and soft gray mustache.
She's looking at my hair Larry. Lady I'm twenty-six but all my hair's gray. On my head anyway," he amended.
Claudie got over her shock, and then thought how rude it had been to stare. Then she remembered just who they were and her anger and fear returned.
"Where are you taking me. Please, please tell me. Am I being kidnapped? Do you want money?" A hundred questions were in Claudie's mind, but mainly she wondered what her boss Mr. Wolff would be thinking. "He'll think I ran away from him. Oh no. He'll be so angry and hurt. His pride won't let him look for me. I'm lost. Lost to the world, and no one wants to find me." As she realized the hopelessness of her situation Claudie began to think of how she could best take care of herself. "Maybe if I'm nice to them ... ?"
"I think she deserves a few answers, Mac. Listen honey, ever hear of Roman orgies? You're going to one. Mac and me we earn our living by picking out suitable material, such as you my dear, and carrying you off to some freaky young people who own this mountain. Seems like they have so much money they don't know what to do with it all. They're crazy. They pretend they're Romans, see, and you're going to be one of their slaves. Just do as you're told, and you might even have some fun."
"You're kidding," she said. "You've got to be. They sound insane. You won't take me there, will you. I'll do whatever you want, only take me back to New York."
"Sorry honey," Mac said, "but this is our living. It may seem a little cheap but you're worth a good fifteen hundred. It's too bad, but in less than an hour we've got to deliver you."
"Less than an hour?" Larry said. "Glad you reminded me. Now, that you're in a better mood my dear I think it's time you made my flight a pleasant one. What's your name by the way?"
"It's Claudie, and I'm not in a better mood." While she was talking her hand was moving over the table next to her, and a second later she had a large glass ash tray firmly grasped between her fingers.
Her breasts trembled as she aimed her weapon at Larry's head. Even then he couldn't help noticing her firm white belly and soft thighs. And the delicate mountain of soft copper hair covering her cunt, that was too much. He lunged forward and had a handful of the hair on her mound between his fingers when that forgotten ash tray came down on his head.
"Ow," he cried, and both his hands came up to his head. "Get that bitch, Mac," he screamed as Claudie started to make off for the front of the plane. That tantalizing white ass wasn't hard to follow, and a minute later a struggling Claudie was dragged back to face the consequences.
"Easy Larry," Mac said as he saw the gleam of anger in his partner's eye. "Undamaged, remember."
"Sure Mac, I'm not forgetting. Hold her while I get some rope."
It seemed like just seconds later and there she was on that hated table again. Only this time things were a little different. Her arms were tied behind her back, and a long whip of rope ran from under her armpits and around the table. Her ass was all the way on the end of the table with her knees raised high and far apart. They had bound her feet and movement was almost impossible.
Larry walked up to her. "Ever been speared baby?" he asked, as he took his middle finger and shoved it all the way up her pretty little asshole.
"Stop it, please stop it," she screamed. It was such a painful and uncomfortable feeling that she wondered why she liked it.
"Hurts, does it? Then I know just what you need." Saying it, he unzipped himself and stepped out of his pants. Mac might have been big, but Larry didn't run second to anyone she'd ever seen. His cock was monstrous, and that throbbing purple tip had something on it's mind all of its own.
Larry knelt and gave her asshole a few licks. "Just moistening it a bit, baby. Saves a lot of wear and tear. God, you've got a tight little hole. I hope it hurts plenty."
With no further words Larry started thrusting. It was hard work but there was no stopping that tool from moving in.
"Stop fighting it baby, it's going to feel great. Mac, will you gag this banshee. The noise she's making is very disturbing."
"Sure thing," Mac said, and laughed a little. "Just not building them like they used to. No stamina."
With that thick gag in her mouth Claudie choked on her screams. Her eyes were blinded in tears. She felt like she was being ripped open, and the embarrassing part of it was that she was beginning to enjoy it. Pain and all.
"Damn it, I'm coming. This little bitch is squeezing it out of me." Larry pumped and pumped, like it was the last thing on earth he was ever going to do. He grabbed her pussy and molded and rubbed it in his hands, and then started pulling apart and pinching her buttocks.
With a final yell of sheer ecstasy and the following whimpers of exhaustion he pulled his soiled and wet prick out of her now dripping hole.
"I've never had one as good, never. For all that screaming she moved like a pro. I thought she was going to pinch it off." He looked at her lying motionless and blushing, and said "untie her, will you, and tell her to go wash up. If I look at her spread like that much longer I'm going to get horny again, and too much is bad for my health."
Claudie was afraid to think of what she looked like lying there with her legs in the air. She could feel all kinds of moisture dripping down her buttocks, and was very grateful she couldn't see the mess she knew was there. Her asshole was throbbing and she somehow felt empty.
After she was untied she walked off quietly to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She even put on make-up automatically, and combed her hair. Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear her aunt saying that appearances were important. "First impressions, you know dear, last a lifetime." She wondered what clever saying her aunt would use to fit these circumstances.
When she stepped out Mac handed her a strange white dress.
"It's called a toga. You'll get used to wearing them. It looks very well on you. I hope the sandals fit."
Claudie mumbled something and slipped on the sandals. Even if it was a toga it felt good to be dressed again. Her naked body seemed somehow shameful and the praise that Larry had given her hit her like a slap. How could she have enjoyed it. It was rape, that's what it was. And no normal girl would enjoy rape, of that she was sure.
"Better sit down now honey, and fasten your seat belt," Mac said. Claudie felt almost grateful to him. He was so much nicer to her than Larry.
CHAPTER TWO
The plane skidded to a stop and with a slight feeling of nausea Claudie got ready to land.
"It's been nice having you. Aboard, I mean." Larry was in no mood to be polite. He was still rubbing a nasty looking bruise on his forehead, and thinking that a little discipline would do the bitch good.
"Well good-by," Mac said. He was almost looking sorry. "No hard feelings, I hope. Just doing my job."
Claudie gave them one last appealing look as she left the plane. It was too late. Already a fat young man with greasy black hair was counting out a roll of bills into Mac's outstretched hand. "I'm still worth something," she thought. "That fifteen hundred should be mine for what I gave them."
"A minute later the greasy-haired man was beside her.
"Hold out your hands," he said. She did so automatically. When she tried to pull them away it was too late. She was bound again, and her new owner was holding on to the other end of the rope.
A short distance away they stopped and entered a barn-like building. Claudie's bonds were removed and the man left. When her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she started to look around.
There were girls all over the place. There must have been about forty, she thought. Most of them were lying quietly in whatever corner they could find. No one was talking. They all seemed too miserable for that.
Claudie tip-toed up to the nearest girl. The silence was strange and she didn't want to make a sound.
The girl had long dark curling hair, and startling blue eyes. Even in her fear Claudie realized how beautiful she was. She was also dressed in a toga, like everyone else in the room, but the flow of the thin white material was very revealing, and it clung lovingly to all parts of her body.
"Hello. My name's Claudie." She realized how ridiculous the formal introduction sounded, but what else could she say. "Mine's Rachel," the dark-haired beauty said. "Did you just get here?"
"Yes. Just minutes ago. What is this place? What's going to happen to us?" A note of desperation was creeping into her voice.
"We've been bought, and in a little while we'll be auctioned off. It's hard to believe, isn't it."
"But don't they realize people will look for us. You can't just disappear and have the world forget you."
Rachel looked up at her. "I just got divorced. Every one thinks I'm so broken up that I had to leave the city. I told everyone I was going to Europe for a while. It will be months anyway before they miss me."
Just then six guards came in.
"Get up, slaves," one of them said. He was a big burly man in his thirties. "Start walking out. Two by two." The gold loops in his ears jingled as they left.
A mob of people surrounded them as they stepped out into the sunlight. Claudie could see that they were approaching a high wooden platform.
Carriages overflowing with beautifully dressed men and women were arriving from all directions. The line of young girls was the center of attention.
Two girls went before her so Claudie saw how it was done. The first girl was lifted to the platform, and gazed around in confusion.
"What am I bid, ladies and gentlemen, men and women of Rome. This pretty little piece of ass, this fine dripping pussy, is up for sale. What am I offered."
The first two went fast, and the greasy-haired man who had first bought them looked very happy. He was making a lot of money. Then it was Claudie's turn.
Two strong hands lifted her onto the platform. A murmur of admiration and approval went out from the crowd.
"What am I bid," the auctioneer began. Someone in the crowd called out, "She's bruised. Look at her face. How do we know the rest of her hasn't been hurt. Take off the toga."
"Of course, of course," the auctioneer said. "You have a right to see the merchandise before you buy it. But it will cost. I want at least three thousand for this one."
"No. Go away. You're all crazy," Claudie screamed in terror. The crowd laughed.
"Don't touch me. Oh God." A second later hands were firmly grasping her clothes, and with a tug they were off.
A gasp went up from the crowd. Her copper hair shone startling against her marble-white skin. Her breasts heaved, and the perky red nipples looked hard and hungry. Her most beautiful feature, her long white legs, were exposed to the lustful eyes of hundreds of people. The auctioneer prodded them apart and pointed out the soft thighs and delicate ankles as though the crowd couldn' see for themselves. Claudie tried to cover herself, but her hands were grabbed and everyone was given a chance to admire her downy cunt still a little damp from it's last exercise. Then she was turned around and her soft round bottom was presented to gaping viewers. Claudie blushed as she remembered Larry and thought of his bulging prick plunged up her asshole. It seemed like everyone could see, could tell, just what had happened.
"Three thousand," a voice called out. And the bidding began.
It took what seemed to Claudie hours, and then she was being led away. Forty-five hundred dollars was paid for her. That was a record.
Claudie found herself being pushed into a carriage by a huge Negro guard. By this time she was so confused that nothing seemed real. Her captor gave an order to the man who was driving, and when she heard his voice she looked up for the first time since she had been led off the auction block.
His voice was so soft and high-pitched that at first she thought it must be a girl who was speaking. But the man was six foot four and black as ebony. There was no doubt about his sex. His face was so strange though. Soft moist dark eyes, and full sensuous lips contradicted the general look of sleepiness, and his body seemed soft and flabby. It was strange. He reminded her of something she had read about. That was it. He was a eunuch.
It was just one more horror after a day of horrors. It didn't matter. Nothing did. And then Rachel was pushed into the carriage next to her.
It was so good to see a friendly face that the two girls just hugged one another. At this the eunuch began to laugh.
"Strange tastes for one so new in this place," he giggled. "Go slow girls or the mistress will keep you for herself. Your new master's a jealous man. Maybe I should tell him. Two little lesbians in master's harem? You're about to get broken in, slaves."
Claudie burst into tears. This was too much. Her sobs shook her naked body, and Rachel hugged her and tried to comfort her. All she could think about were some words she had once heard, "naked I came into the world."
"And naked I'll be until I die," she thought.
The carriage started to move then, and Claudie's tears lessened as she looked out the window in curiosity. It seemed like they were on a mountain. She could see some small cliffs on either side, and much of the land sloped downhill. They passed several large whitewashed houses and finally pulled up at one of the biggest.
"Out now, girls. Be seeing you later," the eunuch said, and he gave each girl a playful squeeze on their rump.
An old woman came out the front door and ushered the two shivering and hungry girls into a large room. The room had about ten beds in it and each bed was surrounded by drapes of white material.
"You," the old hag said, pointing at Rachel, "undress. The other one come with me."
Rachel and Claudie gave each other terrified looks as they were separated, and it was then that Claudie realized how much she had grown to like the dark-haired girl.
"Take a fast bath, and go lie down on that bed," the old woman said sharply. Claudie did as she was told, thinking that perhaps they were going to let her rest.
Lying there with the curtains drawn around her, she had just started to drift off when she heard several pairs of footsteps approaching.
She sat up sharply when the drapes were pushed open.
"Afternoon my dear," said a cheerful voice. "I'm the doctor. Now just lie back and everything will be just fine."
A doctor. It sounded so reassuring. Claudie just lay back and her long white body sunk into the mattress. Then she heard a sound and saw two metal stirrups descending from the ceiling, one on either side of each knee. All she thought was, "here we go again."
"Now this isn't going to hurt a bit," the same cheery man dressed in white said. Someone snickered, and Claudie realized that she was surrounded by at least eight people, three of them women, and all of them had the same hungry look on their faces.
"I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me, really," she started saying as her smooth strong legs were lifted into the traps on either side. "Let me up. Please, you've got to. Oooh. Stop it."
"Now, now, dear, just hold still a minute and stop that thrashing or we'll have to tie you down. It's just a routine check you know. Nothing to get excited about. Hee hee." The young nurse who said this smiled tenderly at Claudie's frightened upturned face.
"Better tie her down, anyway. You know we'll have to later on anyway," the doctor said. At these words, two pairs of hands firmly pushed Claudie's shoulders down on the bed and a rope was tied to either hand and under the bed.
"You look so pretty dear. Such a lovely body," the nurse said as she began to bite Claudie's rosy nipples.
"Nothing wrong with them, huh Lissa," laughed one of the young men in white. "But let's get down to business."
"Are the instruments ready? Good," and the doctor reached out and grabbed something.
Something cold and hard was at the mouth of Claudie's cunt. It was stretching and stretching the tender wet walls.
"You're hurting me. Stop. Stop it. You're ripping me apart," she screamed.
"Now, now dear. Nothing to get upset about. We just want to see how tight you are. It's important, you know. Your master likes his girls small. We have to see if you meet the qualifications. How would we know if it didn't hurt a little. Your friend is taking it much better." With these words of encouragement the friendly and thorough doctor bent down and plunged three happy fingers all the way up Claudie's open and sopping pussy hole.
Claudie shrieked and strained at her bonds. The rope cut into her wrists and her rounded white belly rose into the air and heaved with her effort to break free. Then it started to feel good, and as the doctor played with her cunt Claudie began to slowly rotate her hips and moan.
"Oooh, Oooh," she groaned, "I'm going to come. Please stop it. Don't stop it." One of the young doctors bent down and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Against her will she found herself responding and their tongues fought and plunged until the man had to come up for air. Two different people were busy fondling and sucking on her hard eager nipples, and when the doctor bent to kiss her again it was too much and she felt her whole body go limp as she gasped her pleasure into his waiting mouth and her cunt dripped it's luscious juices onto the cheerful doctor's fingers.
As her final pleasure spasms died away she relaxed into exhaustion. But it wasn't over. Her delightful orgasm and the lovely mold of her strong white body had been too much for the doctor. Poking his fingers up her cunt hadn't been enough. He wanted his red and waiting prick to have a taste of the action. With the metal instrument removed and his fingers playing with the copper colored hair on her mound, he slipped his cock all the way up into her wet, dripping pussy.
"Looks like a sword in a sheath, doc. Somehow you don't look the same with your pants off. Less professional," laughed one of his assistants.
"She's moving again. This bitch is really hot. It looks like she hasn't had a good fuck in years." Even the nurse had to get in on the conversation. This was the best piece of ass they had seen around in a long time, and they had seen plenty.
"What's the matter with me," Claudie was thinking to herself. "Here I am raped, bound, and even in pain, and I'm actually enjoying. I'm so humiliated. There's no one as bad as me in the whole world."
As if reading her thoughts, one of the nurses pulled the curtains aside. While the doctor was humping away at her cunt she was given a view of the same thing happening, only it was happening to Rachel.
The two girls caught each other's eye at the exact same instant, and both blushed crimson. The worst of it was that despite her embarrassment, Claudie couldn't stop her moans of pleasure, and her hips and buttocks seemed to be moving by themselves. She looked again at Rachel and the sight of her friend's magnificent body going through the same grindings and thrusts as her own made her so hot that her thrashings increased and her ass just about shook with the wild rotations.
"Hold on Doc. It looks like a rough ride," someone said. "If you need any help you'll find me a good assistant."
"No help needed now," the doctor grunted. "This ride is coming to a speedy end. Uhh, Ughh. I'm spurting, now, Great God, I'm coming all over the place."
"Deeper, deeper," Claudie screamed, not wanting to miss one moment of this new, strange pleasure. "Is it over now," she murmured when his pushings had stopped.
"Yes dear, it's all over now. It wasn't so bad was it? And now we know for sure that you're a very healthy specimen," the doctor said in a sweet satisfied voice.
"What's the matter with me?" Claudie wanted to die. She hadn't just enjoyed it, no, that would have been bad enough, but she had asked for more. Her words went through her head, and she began to weep with shame.
"Give her a tranquilizer, doc. Looks like you were too much for the little lady," a nurse said. Claudie thought she heard sympathy in the woman's voice. But it couldn't be. That was the same woman who, just minutes ago, had been biting and nibbling so deliciously on her tits.
"Okay, you, roll over."
Claudie couldn't move. She just didn't believe what was happening. It couldn't be real. But it was. All of this horror was happening to her.
A sharp sting in her ass brought her back to her senses. What looked like a young intern, the kind you could find in any hospital, was pulling a long hypodermic out of her left cheek. It made her ass sting painfully and she cried out. The young doctor bent over and carefully licked the little red spot that marked the place of the needle's entry.
"Feel better. It's very sanitary, you know. Well you'll be sleeping in a little while. Any thing I can get for you before I go? I've got to give a shot to that friends of yours, you know. Nice looking girl but I like 'em blond like you better. She's pretty shook up. Asked how you were though."
"Tell her I'm just fine," Claudie said, laughing cynically. "What's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this anyway?"
Minutes later she was sound asleep. In her dreams her mind went over the day's experiences. She was lucky she couldn't remember them. But when she woke up her cunt was wet and the name of her boss, Stephen Wolff, was on her lips.
CHAPTER THREE
"Have a nice nap, dear," someone asked.
Claudie looked up dazed and then her eyes started to focus and she remembered where she was. She was terrified, but her hunger made her brave.
She raised herself on her elbow, and looked up to see just who was speaking to her. It was the nurse, the one called Lissa, the same one she had met the night before.
"You must be hungry. If you'll come with me I'll introduce you to the rest of the girls."
Claudie stood up, then blushed. She had forgotten that she was naked. She tried to cover herself with her hands, and Lissa laughed.
"Listen love," she said, "you've got nothing left to hide. If it will make you feel more comfortable we can pick you up some clothes, but you'd better get used to going around bare-assed here. All the slaves do. At least during the night."
Claudie followed her and soon found herself in a room filled to overflowing with beautiful dresses, in styles she had never seen before.
"Pick one out, and put it on quickly. We have to hurry. They've been serving lunch for the past half hour, and with the afternoon they've got planned for you, you'll need a good meal."
Then Claudie remembered. Rachel. Oh how she wished Rachel was there to comfort her. Rachel was so strong. She wouldn't be frightened. She might even know what to do.
A few minutes later and the two women were standing in front of a huge door.
"This is where I leave you. Go on in, and take care of yourself. Good luck honey."
Lissa opened the door and pushed Claudie forward. Then she left.
As Claudie walked in all eyes turned towards her. There must have been about twenty girls, of all sizes, shapes, and colors gathered in that one room. Then she heard a quiet voice call her name.
"Oh Rachel," she sobbed, and flew into the other girl's waiting arms.
"Come on baby, it's all right now. I'm here." Rachel soothed her like a mother, or someone else, and soon Claudie's tears were dried away.
"Sit down now and have something to eat. The other girls are waiting to meet you."
Over cold chicken and wine the two girls told each other their adventures. Rachel, less willing to submit to the examination of the night before, had been slapped around a little bit. It had taken four men, and a few women, to hold her down in the beginning. But she too had got caught up in the swing of things, and after a while she was begging for more, just like her friend.
The room they were in was a comfortable one. There were several soft couches scattered about, and two young boys, both twelve years old, were playing flutes. Each girl had a handmaiden waiting at her side, ready to do whatever asked. They were unguarded, and except for the locked door, Claudie couldn't think of any pleasanter surroundings to be in.
After they had finished eating, Claudie was introduced to the other girls. They were all magnificent looking animals, healthy, young, and strong, and each was stamped with her own brand of sex appeal. Then Claudie was introduced to Diana. The first few words were innocent enough.
"Hello sweetheart, my name's Diana. Rachel told us all about you. What she knows that is. I'd like to find out some things for myself."
Rachel turned pale and moved up protectively to Claudie.
"But honey," Diana said, "it's your friend I'm interested in. You don't plan on keeping her all to yourself, do you?"
"You're damn straight I do," Rachel said. "Go suck on your finger for a while, cause you're never going to suck on her pussy."
This was a new side of Rachel. Claudie was fascinated. "I've never had a girl for a lover," she thought. "And any way, today's been a day of so many firsts. Why not?"
The next few moments were full of confusion. Rachel and Diana were tumbling on the ground, biting, scratchingy, and tearing at each other's hair. Claudie heard Diana scream in pain as Rachel's teeth came down on the soft flesh of her breast. Then the guards came.
The two girls were hauled to their feet, spitting at each other like cats. The skimpy toga that Rachel had been wearing was ripped to shreds and her magnificent tits could be seen heaving painfully as she tried to regain her breath. Her long, slender dark legs were scratched in a hundred places, and a clump of crisp dark hair from her cunt was clutched tightly between Diana's trembling fingers. Diana herself wasn't in very good shape. Blood flowed freely from the bite she had gotten on her small hard breast, and the nipple was stained a salty red. She hadn't been wearing any clothes, and her unprotected body was a mass of blood, bruises, and purple welts.
It took two guards a piece to drag them off each other, and then the danger of their situation struck them.
"She started the fight," Diana cried. "I was just beaten."
Claudie stood watching as Rachel and Diana were dragged off to a corner of the room. There were five stone pillars in a row, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, and Claudie had been wondering just what they were used for. She didn't have long to wonder. Rachel and then Diana were bound by their hands, waist, and feet to the stone whipping posts. The tatters that Rachel had been wearing were ripped off. Then the guards turned and one of them addressed the roomful of girls.
"Two of you were caught fighting. What if one were badly hurt? Who would lose? Your master, that's who. You have no rights. Do as you're told and everything will be fine. Break the rules, and this is what will happen."
He proceeded to show and not to tell. Two men, both with whips in their hands approached the bound girls. Simultaneously they raised their whips and with a loud crack the rawhide came down on their naked backs. Two piercing screams rang out and many more followed as the girls desperately tried to twist out of the reach of the whip. Backs arched, asses thrust out, with tears streaming down their faces, they made two very desirable pictures. So desirable that one of the guards walked up to Rachel and grabbed her twitching ass in both his hands and started to lick her bloody asshole.
Claudie couldn't bear it. Rachel was in trouble because of her and now her best friend was about to be molested by the man who had been viciously beating her just minutes ago. Claudie ran across the room and jumped at the man's back like a tigress. He yelped with pain as her hands tugged at his hair.
"I'll kill you, I'll kill you," she shouted, beside herself with fury and despair.
He threw her off his back and kicked her hard in the side. Claudie rolled back moaning.
"Go away Claudie, don't worry," Rachel said between her teeth. Her lips were bloody where she had bitten through them in her pain.
Claudie was hoisted to her feet.
"Cut those two down, I'm bringing this whore to the master. How dare she attack a guard," said a man who appeared to be the other's captain.
Without quite knowing how she got there, Claudie found herself in a large dark room with a heavy musky smell.
"Come here girl," said a voice, and with trembling steps she obeyed.
"I'm meeting you a little sooner than I'd expected. The pleasure's all mine I'm sure."
The man who spoke these words now stood up and approached Claudie. He was almost six feet tall, with dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, and one of the handsomest bodies Claudie had ever seen. Broad muscular shoulders tapered down into a slender waist and lean hips. The fact that he wore no clothes just added to his looks. His prick was beautiful. Long and thick, pale and hard, Claudie found herself actually wanting to lick it all over, just as she had done for Mac. His balls fell gently against the insides of his thighs when he walked. She was almost expecting to hear them jingle.
He was standing next to her now. She could hear his hot breathing.
"On your knees, slave," he said, and he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down. "Start sucking."
Claudie looked up in guilt, but he grabbed her head in his hands and pushed her mouth over his cock. "God it's beautiful," she thought, as she started to tickle it with her tongue. Her lips closed over the fiery tip and she started sucking like she wanted to pull the whole shaft into her mouth. Lower and lower her lips went until the whole prick was surrounded by her wet mouth and was ramming it's way down her throat. She grasped his balls with her hands and squeezed them like oranges, and her fingers slowly wandered to his anus.
"I'll spear him," she thought, and she plunged her finger up his brown hole and stirred.
He couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed her head hard he shoved his ready prick up to the hilt in her mouth and with shouts of ecstasy pumped his hot pulsing sperm down the back of her throat and home.
Gasping, they slid to the floor, when Claudie was brought to herself by a sharp crack across her moist mouth.
"I'll call my own game," he said. "You made me come when I wasn't ready. Stand up bitch, I'm not through with you yet."
For the first time Claudie noticed that there was a woman in the room. The man dragged her to her feet and hauled her over to the woman's side.
"She's got to be punished, darling," he said. What shall we do?"
"The whip darling, of course, and also bring the box I keep in my room. Don't mind Marcellus dear," she said to Claudie. "He's got such a nasty temper."
Two hard round wooden stools were brought into the room. They stood about two feet from the floor. Claudie was ordered to place a knee on each stool. It was hard for her to get her balance. The low chairs were quite a ways apart and her cunt felt so open and exposed. She was trying so hard to get comfortable that she didn't see Marcellus walking up behind her. The next thing she knew a whip sang out and with a scream she fell forward so that the palms of her hands were on the floor but her knees were still on the chair. Her back was throbbing and she braced herself for the rain of blows which she expected to follow. Instead of that, however, a tickling sensation began to creep up her cunt. The woman was lying under the chair and her face was firmly attached to Claudie's sweet pussy lips. Her tongue crept through Claudie's now sopping crevices, nibbling gently on her stiff clit. It felt so good, Claudie started to moan and gyrate her silky hips. She was beginning to really get into the strange sensations happening at her bottom end.
"It's so good," she murmured gratefully. "Don't stop it now, oooh don't stop. I'm going to melt, melt into your mouth."
The whip came down and her moan of pleasure rose into shriek of pain. Again and again she was flayed but not for one second did her ass stop it's jiggling or her hips their forward thrusts. Then the whipping stopped and she was left along with her pleasure. The woman's tongue was thrashing about her cunt walls now, going faster and faster and just eating her out. "All the moisture in my body is flowing out of my cunt," she thought. "No wonder it feels like I'm dying."
Something round and hard was now rubbing across her buttocks. It felt greasy and smooth and through her haze of pain she wondered vaguely what it could be. Suddenly a red hot flame ran up her asshole, and she screamed in agony as this new force rocked her pain-wracked body. She started to slip forward off the stools but something was holding her back. Two huge black hands were attached to her shoulders. They weren't letting her go anywhere. Now the hard rubber dildo was working its way steadily up her narrow passage. In and out, it poked and prodded her till she felt so open she thought she'd have to shit. With a hard effort she squeezed her muscle tight as she could.
"She's got this damned dildo stuck in her. It ain't moving." And Marcellus burst into laughter. "Whenever you're ready to spit it out baby we'll finish this lesson up."
Marcellus gave her twisting rump a smacking kiss and grabbed the end of the dildo. One hard tug and with a sucking whoosh out it came.
"See you tonight honey," he said to the woman. "Later baby," he said to Claudie, and Marcellus strolled out of the room.
"I'm Sofia, and I'm part owner, of you that is," the woman said addressing Claudie. "Go take a bath and freshen up a bit love, and I'll be seeing you later."
CHAPTER FOUR
Two ebony arms reached forward and half lifted, half dragged Claudie to her feet. She looked up and the eunuch smiled evilly at her.
"Thought I'd be seeing you again, but not this soon. Seems like you're in serious trouble all ready, if that's what you want to call it. You and that dark-haired bitch. I knew you two were headed for something."
"Where can I take a bath," Claudie mumbled, barely hearing a word he said.
"I'll take you there now honey-pie. Don't be so damned impatient. Anyway, I get to wash your back." The halfman giggled at the thought of what was in store for her.
"My body feels strange," Claude thought as she walked down the hall with the eunuch firmly attached to her arm. Her buttocks seemed stuck together by some gluey fluid, and once again she blushed at the thought of what her ass must look like. Both holes were throbbing painfully, and she thought it would take more than a bathtub full of water to put out the fire in her asshole. Her nipples were still hard, and jutted out almost red from the small white mountains of flesh. And her back. She could feel the stiffness of clotted blood and the dull ache that seemed to cover her whole body. "I'm a mass of pain and welts," she thought. And then her mind drifted to Stephen. Her very first fuck, and it all seemed so far away, almost like it had happened to a completely different girl.
She had been working for him for about a week. She couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. He seemed to be undressing her with every glance. And just like the snotty dumb nineteen year old she was, she basked in it. "I was a real cock tease" she thought. After all this rough treatment she sort of liked the idea of being mean to someone else. Anyway, one day when she was bending down to pick up a dropped pencil he had brushed against her. It was unexpected, and in surprise she stood up quickly and a bottle of ink spilled on the front of her dress. Mr. Wolff immediately apologized. He apologized all through lunch in the fifth avenue dress shop, during dinner, and in the elevator on the way up to her apartment. Then he stopped being sorry.
"Your new dress fits you well, Claudie dear," he said. And indeed it did. Cream colored silk with a tight fitting bodice and low gashing V-neck, a short flowing skirt; it didn't take too much to make the dress look good. And with Claudie's equipment it looked just great. He moved closer to her and pressed her up against the door. He could feel her hard round titties jabbing him in the chest, and her soft, slightly rounded belly pushed against the bulge in his pants. I'll buy you ten dresses, anything you want baby. And I'll treat you real good. Please pretty girl. I want to take care of you, in as many ways as I can."
Claudie wasn't the kind of girl to panic easily. "After all," she thought, "I could do a lot worse for myself. It's only just this once and he seems so nice. And I do need some new clothes. I owe that much to him." The real reason, though, was that for the past five years her tight pink slit had been causing her some discomfort. Necking with her dates in the back seat of a movie had made the mound between her thighs start to itch, and coming home later she would lie on her bed, close her eyes and titillate her cunt with her fingers. Eyes closed, she would build up a fantasy of a tall handsome man, a passionate love affair, and their first stolen night together. But the faster and harder she'd rub her aching clitoris the emptier her dripping cunt felt, and the need to fill it made her sweet virgin pussy tremble with desire.
Mr. Wolff had gently ushered her into her bedroom, talking all the while and making it seem so easy. Almost unimportant. Once inside, he closed the door and sat down on her bed.
"Undress for me Claudie. Slowly. I want to see you piece by piece." Claudie bent down and took her shoes off. It was all a game. Like posing for pictures. Lifting one leg up she snapped the stocking out of the garter belt and slowly rolled the sheer nylon down her long, white leg. A little tug at the foot and it was off, and a minute later the other one followed. She reached her arms to the back of her dress and her ripe breasts rose swollen against the soft tight material. The zipper slid down and she was almost ready to get down to basics. Mr. Wolff stood up and approached her.
"Lift up your arms child, this is man's work," and he raised the creamy dress over her head and let it fall on the floor. Pressing her close to him he slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra. His fingers slid up and down her back and slowly trickled their way across her silky skin and under her right breast. With a flick of her shoulders the bra fell away and Claudie's bare white globes were waiting for his touch. Tenderly at first, and then harder he pressed her hard cherry nipples.
"Oh, it hurts me," Claudie moaned, but her dancing upright tips didn't want to be left alone, and Stephen knew it. He bent his head and started chewing on the hard rosy nibs, first one, then the other. His tongue ran around their rim searchingly, and Claudie gasped with pleasure.
"Mmmnnn," Stephen groaned, as his excited prick started to push it's way through his pants, "It tastes so good, baby. I want to bite them off."
"Raspberries and cream," Claudie giggled, as strange tingles ran through her unexperienced body. The itching between her legs was beginning to bother her, and she moaned with anticipation as his hands slid down her belly and unhooked her garter belt. The tight black band slid to the floor.
"Now Stephen. I can't wait any longer." Claudie was beginning to pant like a thirsty dog, and water was so near.
"Easy baby," he said, and slipped his hand under the tight elastic band of her panties. His fingers ran over her smooth hard cheeks and slid between the crack. His strong fingers molded her flesh like clay, and he groaned in anticipation. On his knees now he pressed his mouth against her protruding cunt. He could see the copper hair on her mound lying crisp and curly under the lace of her panties. He put his hands on her waist and started sliding the elastic bandd own over her curving hips.
"Oooh baby, you're so beautiful," he murmured, as the thin lace slid over her creamy thighs. Grabbing her buttocks he pulled her cunt next to his mouth and kissed the curling hair.
"I'm going to worship at your altar," he said, and let his tongue slowly slide between her dewy lips. Hungry for the sweet moisture, his tongue moved faster. Deeper it probed into her dripping cavern, darting like a snake into all the corners of her womb.
Claudie was in ecstasy. She had never known anything that felt this good before. Grasping his head slightly in her hands she pulled his face as deep into her pussy as she could and ground her hips slowly then faster and faster against his probing tongue.
"Ooooh Ooooh, I'm coming, I'm coming," she moaned, and spasms shook her hips frantically as she tried to get as much pleasure as she could out of the last few moments. Sucking now as hard and fast as he could Stephen drank and drank every precious drop of steaming fluid. "You taste so good I could eat you for hours," Stephen said with a satisfied smile on his face. "Now It's time I satisfied this." He quickly unzipped his pants and held out a long flaming prick for Claudie to admire.
"It wants you baby, real bad.' Two of his fingers started to rubbed his bursting organ and the tip swelled purple with desire. Claudie could see the swollen veins pounding with blood and reached out her hand to take it's pulse. It throbbed with life under her curious fingers. "Soon," she thought, "his prick will be in my belly."
"Put it in me, Stephen," she moaned, and her hips started to rock with a need of their own.
Stephen pushed her back on the bed, and Claudie's legs opened invitingly. Her cunt was dripping with creamy wetness, and his penis slid easily past the entrance. Then the tightness of her virgin hole squeezed him and he groaned with pleasure.
The pain of her stretching walls made Claudie cry out. Stephen was no longer gentle as his need made him push harder and harder up her unused passage.
"You're hurting me," Claudie cried, and pushed her hips deep into the bed to escape the oncoming shaft.
"Put your legs on my shoulders," Stephen gasped. Now he thrust his cock in to the hilt and with a scream of pain Claudie lost her cherry. He pushed himself in deeper, and the rubbing of his prick against her walls set her cunt on fire.
It was feeling so good. Claudie dug her nails into the sheets and moaned softly. Then her moans grew louder and she thrashed around like a fish out of water. With a scream of delight she came for the second time and Stephen pumped his volcano of lava into her spasmic, heaving cunt. Then they lay still.
Claudie reached over and lit two cigarettes. It was great. And not only that, she'd be getting paid for her pleasure.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sound of running water made Claudie snap back to reality. In front of her was a huge tiled pool with a fountain in the middle spraying turquoise water.
"Come on in. The water's fine," said a laughing voice, and Claudie saw four of the girls she had met at lunch splashing and playing in the pool as though they hadn't a care in the world.
"Three's a crowd," sneered Claudie's escort. "I'm sure you won't be needing me to wash your back." With that, he walked indignantly away.
"Don't be scared, honey. We won't bother you," said the redhead, whose name was Rhea. "Anyway, we've got some bad news to tell you about your friend."
Then she remembered Rachel. "Oh how could I have forgotten," Claudie reproached herself. "Where is she? What's going to happen to her?" Claudie asked with bated breath.
"Join us and pretend you're washing," Rhea said. "I'll tell you all about it."
Claudie stepped into the pool and took a bar of scented soap one of the girls handed to her. "Tell me," she begged in a whisper.
"There's going to be a big party tonight," Rhea began. "We don't know which of us have to go yet, but you're definitely on the list. After the entertainment everyone's going to go down to the arena. You know. Where they hold gladiator fights. Rachel and Diana are going to perform then. A fight to the death."
"Good Lord," Claudie gasped. "You can't be serious. That's murder."
"That doesn't trouble them," another girl put in. "It's happened before, and nothing's been done. Quick! Start washing. Someone's coming."
Rhea grabbed some soap and started scrubbing Claudie's back. The blond -haired girl who had spoken before began to rinse off her body under the fountain. Her long hair flowed over her smooth white shoulders and her long neck arched upwards as the turquoise splashes fell on her face.
"Lovely, my dear," Sofia said, as she quietly entered the room. "For that performance you're invited to attend our little gathering this evening. Well Sandra, what do you have to say to that."
Tears of terror sparkled in Randy's eyes, but she controlled herself and managed to say, "as you wish."
"I'm so glad to hear it. And you Claudie dear. Feeling better now that you freshened up a bit. I'm sure you are. My, my. What nasty marks on your back. Marcellus should learn to be more gentle. I'll send the doctor to you. I'm sure he can find something soothing to put on your battle scars."
Sofia had something equally cheerful to say to all the girls and just as she was leaving she turned to Claudie.
"Oh yes, my dear. I thought you'd be interested to know that you'll be seeing your friend tonight. Oh? So you already know. You should learn to keep your eyes from speaking."
Sofia walked out, and Claudie couldn't help but admire her graceful walk. The delicate fall of the toga was made for a body like hers. It made her long, lithe form flow. And her full sensuous lips which smiled so sneeringly had but a short time ago been fastened hungrily on Claudie's oozing cunt lips. The memory made Claudie's cunt itch anew.
The girls finished bathing and stepped out of the pool. They dried themselves and Rhea came over to help Claudie reach her inaccessible back. Tenderly, and with tears in her eyes, she patted away the clotted blood.
"It's getting to be more and more unbearable here," she said angrily. Tears of futile anger choked her voice.
"There must be something to do about it," Claudie said desperately. "Maybe there's some way we could escape."
"Two girls tried a few months ago. We saw what happened to them. It isn't worth trying. Not unless you can be sure it will work."
"What did they do to the girls?" Claudie felt a morbid curiosity in the fate of two people who were in the same position as herself.
"Nothing much. They were just turned over to any one who wanted to use them. Some of the people around here have pretty strange tastes. Just look at your back. Two days later they were dead." Rhea's eyes were hard when she spoke. Claudie was sorry to have awakened such bitter memories, but the look of hatred in her friend's eyes made Claudie step back a pace.
"Well anyway, something's got to be done tonight. They may kill Rachel! I can't stand by and let that happen. She's in trouble because of me. I've got to save her life."
"Well, let's go to the dining room. We can talk about it better there." Rhea was right. This was not the place to make any plans.
The five girls walked quickly down the hall and entered the dining area. All crowded on one couch, they started to whisper their ideas. After twenty minutes they rose and with a new look of determination.
A guard came in and called Claudie over. "Go to the examining room. The doctor's waiting for you." With out looking back Claudie walked out of the room. She now had hope where there was none before.
This time the doctor was alone. He smiled pleaRandy when she entered.
"It's so nice to see you again, my dear. It's too bad we don't have time to chat this afternoon, but there's a new shipment coming in, if you know what I mean," he said giggling, "and my time just isn't my own." Claudie looked rather relieved, which offended the man.
"I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy our last visit. Now if you don't mind, I'd be obliged if you'd lie face downward on that table."
Claudie quietly did as she was told. The doctor took out a jar of some ointment and smeared it on her torn back, humming all the while.
"Now to prepare you for tonight," he said. Suddenly hands grabbed Claudie and forced her to her knees. "Don't crawl away now," he said, and laughed at his own joke.
Leather thongs soon were attached to her wrists and ankles making movement impossible. Her knees were spread so far apart that it seemed amazing to her that she wasn't falling off the table.
"Marcellus says you're too small for tonight's entertainment," the doctor said thoughtfully. "Now it seems to me that a little stretching would ease the situation considerably."
Singing to himself, the doctor rummaged through his little black bag until he found what he wanted.
"Stop wriggling," he said to Claudie. "You're only making it more difficult on yourself." He walked up to the head of the table and let Claudie have a look at what he was holding. She closed her eyes as a spasm of shame ran through her belly.
"The width of this particular dildo," explained the good doctor, "is equivalent say to approximately the width of an average cock and a half. Now I can't be certain of this, but my judgment is usually sound."
The same two pairs of hands that had bound her now were grasping her solid buttocks and pulling them as far apart as was humanly possible. The thought of her exposed soft brown circle made a red blush creep over her face and neck.
"What are you embarrassed about?" asked the doctor. "We've all got those things and they come in very handy sometimes. If you don't like that little winking brown eye I can always sew it up for you." He laughed heartily as he thought about it, but Claudie turned pale. She was beginning to take everything he said seriously.
"Okay. Brace yourself honey. Here goes." With those words the doctor bent down and started to insert the huge dildo into Claudia's gaping vagina.
"Stop, stop," she begged, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. It just didn't seem possible that that huge instrument could ever fit up her narrow pussy.
"Perhaps what you need is a little lubrication," said the doctor. Removing the sticky wedge of rubber he bent his head and with small sucking noises he proceeded to lick every nook and cranny of her rosy cleft.
It felt wonderful. Claudie started to moan softly and shoved her ass in to the doctor's face.
"Well it looks like you had enough," he said between pants. Grabbing the dildo once again he slowly forced it's entrance into the mouth of her moist and ready cunt. It didn't hurt so much this time, and as he twisted and pushed it further up the crevice Claudie found herself straining at her bonds to force herself further down on this instrument of pleasure.
"Deeper, deeper," she groaned, unaware of anything but her burning up womb. It crept further up her belly until it seemed it must reach past her navel. Then the movement stopped. Claudie sobbed breathlessly while the rubber monster was attached to her body. Two circles of elastic were attached to the short stub of rubber that poked out from between her swollen lips. Claudie was then untied and the circles were closed around the tops of each thigh. Strong nylon cords were tied to these circles, and these cords were in turn attached to a thin cord which was tied around her waist. That huge rubber organ was in to stay. Claudie knew she wouldn't dare try to untie the cords. Everyone here was insane!' Who could tell what they'd do to her for trying to ease her own pain.
The dildo seemed to be hollowing out the walls of her cunt, and her whole lower half was one dull ache. Claudie dazedly tried to take a few steps, but that strange wedge which had suddenly become a part of her body rubbed painfully against the softness of her thighs. Her cunt lips were swollen and she could feel a small trickle of blood and something else run down her leg.
"Well, what are you waiting for," the doctor said cruelly. "Your time is up. Go back and play with your friends. You'll get used to it soon enough and you only have to wear it for a few hours. Scram!"
Numbly Claudie stumbled out. She could see herself in a hall mirror, and she started to laugh. She looked so ludicrous. Like a forty year old cowboy who'd been thrown off his horse.
CHAPTER SIX
Several servants passed Claudie in the hall, and no one seemed to notice anything unusual about her. "Anything goes in this houseful of freaks," she thought, and she hurried on to the dining room in the hopes of meeting the other girls.
They were all there waiting for her, and Rhea shot her a glance of sympathy when she saw the contraption attached to Claudie's gaping cunt.
"You'll get used to it after a while," Rhea said. "You might even miss it once it's out. I know I did. It seems like nothing's been able to fill me up in the same way since."
Claudie thought it doubtful that she'd ever miss the irritating rubber shaft that clung to her body like it wanted to belong. There were more important things to think about, however, and soon the five girls were sitting on the carpeted floor and talking about their plans to escape.
"We'll have to wait until the fight begins," said Rhea. "Everyone will be watching for blood and they won't be paying any attention to us."
"Did you speak to the other girls?" Claudie asked. "Are they going to help us?"
"Better than that," said Randy. "One of the girls works in the kitchen and says she can steal us some knives."
"Well now that everyone knows what they have to do we can have some fun. There aren't too many ways to fill up your time here, but we do have each other." Rhea moved up next to Claudie and kissed her softly on the back of her neck.
Rhea was so loving. Claudie couldn't help but respond. She slid around so that she was facing the other girl, and with a passion she had never felt before, she pressed her full moist lips hard against Rhea's open mouth. Claudie forced her darting tongue in between Rhea's willing lips. Their tongues thrashed about desperately searching each other's wet caverns. Then Rhea's searching hands slipped their way down Claudie's throat and ran lightly over her hard round tits. Her silky skin tingled with excitement and Claudie cupped her breast in her hand and held it up to Rhea's eager lips.
"Chew on them, Rhea," she pleaded, her gasping voice full of desire. "MMmmmm," she sobbed breathlessly, as Rhea's quick pointy tongue darted round her hard pointed tips. "Swallow me up," she moaned, and she pushed Rhea's dark-haired head down over her soft white mound.
Randy meanwhile was not being idle. She had noticed Claudie's legs rubbing against each other, and the movement had caused a responding itch in her own blond pussy. She moved up behind Claudie and ran her hands lightly over Claudie's hard round buttocks. Claudie's hips rotated in response to Randy's molding fingers. She was really being taken care of! Rhea was sucking hard on her nipples, almost pulling her entire breast into her mouth with the suction of her eager lips. Rhea slid her hands around Claudie's back and pulled her to the floor. Claudie was now lying on her side. Rhea was sucking on her tits hungrily, and Randy's lips were lightly kissing her buttocks.
"This contraption's in my way," murmured Randy, and she untied the cord around Claudie's waist.
Claudie wasn't afraid. This was no time to worry about consequences. Claudie lay on her back and spread her legs wide apart, as Randy began to work the dildo in and out of her grinding womb.
"Oooooh," she gasped. "Fill me up." Randy thrust the rubber cock harder and deeping into Claudie's sopping cunt. Spasms of ecstasy started to shake Claudie's body, and Rhea nibbled harder on her hard cherry nipples.
"Look at her come," laughed Randy. "It's just like an earthquake."
Claudie's trembling body finally calmed down, and she looked up into the smiling face of Rhea.
"You sure are one hot bitch," Rhea said laughing. "I thought the walls would come tumbling down."
"I bet you move pretty fast yourself," said Claudie, with a weak smile. "Looks like I'm in trouble again," she said, looking at the dripping dildo lying on the floor. "What can they do to me that they haven't done already?"
"You'd be surprised," Rhea muttered, and quickly changing the subject she suggested a bath before dinner.
Rhea, Randy, and Claudie walked out with their arms around one another. The other two girls stayed behind to finish what they had begun. The dildo was left lying on the floor, and a small creamy puddle had formed underneath it.
In the bath the girls chattered happily. An outsider would never have guessed that they were prisoners. Splashing water on each other's bodies they were happily engaged in watching each other's lovely forms, and then the eunuch came in.
"My, my, what sanitary creatures women are," he said with a sneer. "Need any help with your back, little lady," he said to Claudie. "Those soap suds do remind me of something."
"What do you want? You can't possibly need us women for anything anymore, now could you," Rhea questioned, a nasty smile playing on her lips. "I'm as much a man as you are."
A purplish blush covered the eunuchs face. "Vicious bitches. You'll find out who's a man tonight. You may have had cock shoved into you so often you think it's just another part of your body. Well you'll be lucky if you come out of tonight with a whole cunt." The eunuch rose and with fast mincing steps stepped up to pool and rat tailed a towel. Then he dipped it into the water. Quickly he let it fly and it smacked with a sting on Rhea's wet rump.
"Ouch," she yelped. "You'll be sorry you little cocksucker." The huge Negro laughed shortly and left.
"If everything comes off right tonight, I'm going to get even with that ball less creature." Rhea was furious and her breasts heaved with her pounding heart. Claudie couldn't help laughing at the thin red welt on Rhea's ass. It just didn't belong there.
The three girls got out, dried themselves off, and walked to the dining room. Each one was thinking, "please, let this be our last supper here."
CHAPTER SEVEN
An unusually large spread of food was laid out on the table that night. Roast suckling pig, candied yams; it looked so good that Claudie forgot all apprehensions concerning the evenings upcoming festivities and dug in with an appetite that surprised her. The two little boys who played the flutes made certain that all the girls had plenty of wine to drink.
"To our success," said Rhea, holding up her wine glass. And everyone there echoed the toast.
"Tonight we come dressed," said Randy. "That's something anyway."
A guard walked in and calling the girls over spoke.
"I'm now going to read to you the list of names of all those invited to the gathering tonight. When your name is called you will leave at once and go to the dressing room. Alexis, Karin, Dafna, Carmen," at the last name a cry rang out and a lovely redhead burst into tears. Without pausing for breath the guard continued, "Rhea, Sandra, and, oh yes, our new addition, Claudia. You'll be Claudia tonight, and don't forget it. This is Rome."
Claudie caught up to Randy and Rhea and they entered the dressing room together. Several female slaves were there prepared to help them make ready for the evening.
"What time will it be?" Claudie whispered in Rhea's ear.
"Ten thirty. That's when the girl who works in the kitchen will meet us. I don't think the fight will begin until about eleven."
One of the women looked over at them just then and Claudie thought it would be better if she moved away. It would be too bad to blow their plan so near to completion.
Claudie picked out a dark green dress from the vast selection in the closet. She slipped it on and felt the velvety material cling to the curves in her body. It tied under the bust and her breast jutted out like two rocks in the ocean. A serving woman came over and applied a musky perfume to her neck and throat, and then carefully made up her face. She was ready.
All the girls were -lined up and ushered out. Four guards escorted them down the narrow hall, and when they reached a door one of them knocked.
"Come in, come in. We've been expecting all of you." Sang out a sweet voice which Claudie recognized as belonging to Sofia.
The guard pushed the door open and the girls were led in. Then the guards took their posts against the wall.
Claudie looked around and realized with surprise that there were at least twenty people in the room. All of them naked.
Marcellus rose and approached them.
"Join us, my dears, won't you," he invited, holding up a glass of wine. "Sofia, pour some wine for these young ladies. We must help get them into the spirit of things."
"Sit down next to me," Sofia ordered, and all the girls stepped forward and sat down on cushions at her feet. They were each given wine, and then the end of a water pipe was pushed into Claudia's hands.
"Opium, children," Sofia explained. "Very potent and very good. It's not onion dip I'll grant you but it contributes just as much to the party."
With everyone watching her Claudie knew she couldn't disobey, and she drew in a tiny breath of the sweet smoke. Immediately a rush of warmth numbed her head, and strange tingling sensations prickled on her skin. She foggily looked around her and started giggling uncontrollably at the sight of all those adult human beings awkwardly sitting their bare bottoms down on cushions. One of the men was very fat and he sort of rolled around from side to side until he got comfortable. His sacs hung sloppily down and rested on a very hairy white thigh. Claudie giggled like a little girl. Her grandpa used to look a little like that. Once she saw him in the bath tub....
Claudie was feeling very young, and very giddy. She stood up and the carefulness of a drunken businessman she stumble over to the old fat man.
"Can I sit in your lap, old man?" Claudie was giggling and she had no idea what her mouth was going to say next. "Well I'm not responsible for it," she said to herself. "It can take care of itself."
"What a lovely child you are, my dear. Sofia, you're taste is exquisite. And look she's taken to me already." The fat man was very happy and clutched Claudie about the waist. With a little pressure from his ham like hands Claudie was seated on his lap.
"What's your name," he asked as he ran his hand up and down her long silky leg.
"It's Claudia for tonight. See, I remembered."
"Very good my dear," said Sofia, with a smile of approval. "Now give grandpa over there a kiss and show him how much you like him."
Claudie gave the old man a peck on his cheek. The man put his hands on the back of her head and drew her face into his. He pried her mouth open with his tongue and explored the soft bumps of her moist inner mouth. Claudie's head swam, and the man's pointed darting tongue made her dizzy. She leaned back a little and started to sway. His hands slid to the green velvet that covered her breasts. All inhibitions gone, Claudie arched her back in response to his squeezing fingers.
The room became alive with moving bodies. Claudie could see flashes of blinding color as people walked passed her. It was magnificent to watch, and absorbed in her hallucination she no longer paid any attention to what the old man was doing. He however was not to be distracted by anything so inconsequential. He moved his hands to the tie under her bust and with a tiny tweak it was undone. Then, one by one he opened the buttons that locked her body from his view.
People were coupling up all over the room. She could see Randy riding the prick of a handsome youth who was lying back down on the floor. Her ass and tits bobbed up and down as she rose to the tip of his flaming cock and then sunk herself all the way down and covered him to the hilt. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open. A trickle of saliva was on her chin, and Claudie wondered if perhaps she wasn't an epileptic. But no. That dazed look on Randy's face was not to be mistaken for anything but an oncoming orgasm. And when Randy threw back her head and started to moan like a wounded animal Claudie was sure of it. "She must feel the way I feel," Claudie thought. Her friend's orgasm had begun to make her horny. She began to pay attention to the ministrations of her "grandpa."
The man had slipped the top part of her dress back to her shoulders, and as no bras were worn in Rome, he had an unhampered view of Claudie's two white mountains of rising flesh. His lips came down over a rosy peak and his teeth nibbled gently at the hard little stone in his mouth. He rolled the nipple easily back and forth and sucking inward he pulled half of her breast into his eager mouth.
"Mmmmmm, nice," sighed Claudie. Her body had given itself up without a fight to the sensuous delights of fucking.
The man's teeth bit harder, and a low moan of pleasure-pain escaped Claudie's moist lips. "I'll show him what it feels like to have someone biting on your nipple," she thought. Her head darted forward, and hidden by, her long curling copper hair, she grabbed his own hard nipple in her mouth and bit down hard. The man screamed with pain and surprise, and a look of horror crossed his face when he saw a thin stream of blood inching it's way down his hairy chest.
Marcellus called out from across the room, "be nice to my guests Claudia." It was obvious that he had very little sympathy with a man who couldn't defend himself from a woman.
The fat man felt humiliated. He pushed her from his lap and had her kneel at his feet. Claudie was beginning to come to herself. The dizzy swirl was clearing from her head. She hoped that the effect of the opium was also leaving her friends.
"Suck me off," said the man and pushed Claudie's head down on his dormant prick. Her dress was hanging like an unclosed bathrobe and as Claudie bent to her task the man pushed it back over her shoulders and off. It fell in graceful green folds behind her. Sofia glanced over and noticed something missing between Claudie's legs, but she didn't say anything. She decided to bide her time.
"I'm waiting," the man said, and Claudie opened her mouth to accept his small, soft prick. At first she licked it slowly around the tip, as though afraid to get started, but when a few small shivers ran up and down his organ Claudie accepted the challenge and started to run her tongue over the throbbing skin. The man's hips started to thrust forward and back. Claudie allowed him to shove his shaft deep into her mouth. He groaned and his thrusts became harder. Teasing his balls with one hand, the other hand slid down to her own hard nipples and she squeezed and rubbed it until it swelled visibly into a hard red stone. Choked moans were escaping her lips, and the man thrust harder down her moist throat as his organ grew to three times it's sleeping size.
Marcellus had slipped up behind Claudie and had grabbed her slim waist between his hands. Slowly at first, then faster and faster he rotated her hips, till all she could think about was a big cock to fill her aching cunt hole. Marcellus moved his tongue down her spine making wet circles at the base of her back just above her jutting, rotating buttocks. He ran his finger down the cleft between her cheeks and then further down until he was teasing her cunt lips with his prodding. Claudie moaned softly and sucked harder on the fat man's cock. He was almost ready to come and his frantic thrusts were making her gag.
Suddenly the old man pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbing bright red prick in his own two hands he aimed it at Claudie's round white titties and spurted his come all over her chest. He looked like a fireman handling a heavy hose. Then he grabbed Claudie's white dripping breasts in each hand and pulled her forward so that her tits were lying on top of his wet hairy thighs. Marcellus slid his head under Claudie's kneeling legs and located her clit with his tongue. He bit it gently and drove his tongue in deep into her sopping womb.
Ooooh," she moaned, hardly able to believe the pleasurable sensations tingling through her body. "Eat me in and out," she pleaded. Marcellus obliged and soon her hips were thrashing desperately trying to suck Marcellus' entire head into her empty cunt. As her spasms began he shoved his index finger up her asshole and the beautiful pain brought her to a dripping, moaning orgasm.
"I love you," she said, to no one in particular.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"There will be another half hour of free play, and then the planned entertainment will begin. In the meantime, do as you wish. If there is anything you want, just ask one of the guards." Sofia was a gracious hostess. Her voice was pleasant, her smile was sweet, her food was good, her wine was plentiful, and her legs were always spread.
"Marcellus stood up and helped Claudie to her feet. "Who do you love, Claudia?" he asked. "Or should I say what do you love?" Claudie looked down at her toes. What could she say? It was her body that had spoken, not her heart.
"Well, well. No need to be embarrassed. I think I know what you had on your mind. You must be congratulated on the way you've taken to your new life."
"Yes. I am rather enjoying it" she said to herself. "If it's so terrible to love getting fucked, why does it feel so good?" She had no answer to the question. Finally she reached a resolve. "If I like sex so much I'm not going to feel bad any more about what I do. With a little luck I won't be here much longer, and I'm going to enjoy every minute that's left."
A feeling of relief swept over her body. She called a guard over. "Bring me a damp towel," she said. Her thighs felt sticky with her juices, and it was time to clean herself up.
A towel was quickly brought to her, and as she began to rub it over the soft white insides of her legs, a tall, well built blond woman came over to her side.
"Let me do that for you," she said. She took the cloth from Claudie's hands and bent to her knees in front of Claudie's copper altar. Spreading Claudie's legs so that she was standing akimbo, the woman slowly traced the towel over the sticky white spots of come. She slipped the cloth between Claudie's oozy lips and carefully patted away the last signs of Claudie's orgasm.
"It's your turn to do something for me, pretty girl," the blond woman said. She lay down on the carpeted floor and placed two soft cushions under her buttocks. "Eat me, darling," she asked. "I want it so badly."
Claudie felt uncertain. She had never been the aggressor with a woman before, and she didn't know if she'd like it. Then she decided to give it a try.
She dropped to her knees and placed the woman's knees high on her shoulders. Then she took a good look at the red gash so close to her eyes. She had never seen a cunt so close before and curiously she poked the lips apart. It was so ugly and beautiful at the same time. She ran her finger along the inside of one of her lips. A thin coat of creamy whiteness covered her finger. Curiously she put it to her lips and tasted it. It was practically tasteless except for a slight salty flavor. She bent her head down and licked the middle of the cleft. The woman raised her hips and moaned softly. There was a feeling of power in giving another person pleasure. Particularly another woman. "I'll take my time with her and make her really squirm," she thought, a little maliciously. She moved her lips up the damp rosy cleft and ran her tongue lightly up her white rounded belly.
"Don't take it away," begged the blond beauty. But Claudie was having fun. It was so good to be on top for a change, with someone else the slave. Her tongue searched the rim of her soft navel, and then darted in like a snake. She sucked hard and a red circle was left on her belly. The woman's hands slid down her own legs and she started to rub her clit. Claudie grabbed her hands and pushed them up over her head. Then she let go and slapped the woman hard across the face. A nasty red mark showed clearly against her white skin, and as the woman began to whimper Claudie said, "I'm running this show. You wait up for me, cause I'm the boss."
She wondered where she got her nerve from. This woman could have her beaten or even killed if she wanted to. Then she realized the secret of it all. Anything went. Whosoever was strongest ruled. This woman wanted to be a slave, so badly that she was willing to let a slave be her master. "This is really free play," Claudie said out loud, and the woman underneath her understood that Claudie understood. It was a pleasure room. There were no rules or rulers that couldn't be broken. Everyone could have their turn.
A handsome young man sauntered over. He had noticed Claudie from the start and wanted a piece of the action.
"My name's Theseus," he said. "My friend's think I'm a hero. Can I join the fun?"
Claudie spoke to the girl underneath her. "Open your mouth and take care of this man," she ordered. "I'll take care of you."
Theseus smiled happily and squatted over the girl's chest. Holding his fast growing penis in his right hand he carefully inserted it between the girl's rosy lips. She accepted his gift with love, and circled the purple throbbing tip with her eager tongue. Claudie grabbed her ankles and stretched her legs far apart. Holding her feet high in the air, she got an unblocked view to the drippy entrance. She got down and started to suck on her pussy in earnest. The girl writhed with pleasure and she forced Claudie's face in deep by surrounding her head with her powerful legs. Claudie pushed her tongue deep into the burning gash and the blond woman choked on a moan of delight. Theseus pulled his now fully erect cock out of her mouth. It was wet, red, and extremely thick. "I want to put it in her pussy," he said, and Claudie didn't think it was an unreasonable request.
Claudie moved out of the way and told the panting girl to get on her hands and knees. Then Theseus climbed on doggy style. He pushed his hard engine easily into the sopping hole and started thrusting desperately. Then he gained control of his desire and began to pace himself, making his thrusts slow and deep. Claudie called a guard over.
"Get me a dildo," she ordered. "Not too thick but very long." The man went off to do what he was bid.
Claudie stood up and looked around while she was waiting. To her left she could see Rhea. Rhea was lying belly down on an emerald green couch and the fat old man who had reminded her of "grandpa" was sitting on Rheas twitching round buttocks. He held a short leather thong in his hand and was lightly whipping the girl over her shoulders. It didn't look so much painful as tingling. Her shoulders had become red but there was no sign of blood. A young boy, one of the twelve year old flute players was massaging Rhea's tempting round titties. Rhea seemed to be enjoying herself.
Randy was busy too. She had a silk shawl draped provocatively around her body and was dancing sensually to the music of the other twelve year old flute player. She had attracted a small crowd, among them Sofia, who soon joined the girl until they were dancing together. They looked beautiful. Two graceful female bodies entwined in all positions to the erotic rhythm the crowd was beating out. Some had small drums, others were beating their fingers on tables, and an older woman was crooning some strange words inarticulately as her hips ground out a rhythm that looked like a tribal fertility dance. Claudie's own body had begun to move, but just then the guard came back and handed her what she asked for.
She looked down at the two bodies directly below her. "No one thinks when they're screwing," she thought. "They only feel. And tonight's a night for Cinderella. Fantasies can become real."
She saw the unique beauty of two human bodies fucking. The man's slightly flat ass, pale and with a few dark hairs, was practically bouncing up and down as he shoved his way further and further into the wet hole built especially to surround him. It was all so natural ... so right. The girl's legs were encircling the man's waist now, as they had changed positions for variety's sake, and Claudie could actually see Theseus' cock emerge dripping with come only to sink again deep into the warm moist cavern between the girl's spread thighs. Everything fit perfectly. They were born to fuck, and to fuck with each other. To fuck with anything that fit.
Claudie moved up behind the man and watched. She could see the crack between his cheeks widen and close as he came in and out. She placed the hard rubber cock between her lips and sucked on it. She licked it all over, making sure that it was thoroughly coated with her saliva. Then she gave it a last lingering kiss on it's unresponding tip and placed it neatly between the man's sweating buttocks. With her left hand she pulled one cheek far away from other. The man flinched for a moment, but too engrossed in the blond cunt, he paid no further attention to his back end. Claudia looked for a moment at his round brown asshole. It seemed to be winking at her, and it's moist skin was glistening. She gently inserted the rubber tip into it's entrance and pushed a little. The man groaned ever so slightly. His asshole was so tight that she found it hard to believe the dildo would fit. His hole tightened on the tip and seemed to be trying to pinch it off. Claudie decided to give it more. Twirling it slowly between her fingers she slowly asserted more pressure and another half inch was driven inwards. Theseus drew a sharp intake of breath. For an instant he stopped his thrusting, and his prick nestled deep and quiet in the girl's vagina, then he began to move again pushing his ass little by little against the rubber shaft knocking at his back door. It was going in deeper and Claudie's nipples stood erect with excitement. For a few minutes in her life she was being a man.
A sudden desire to hurt him took over and with all her strength she rammed the false cock deep into the man's bowels. He screamed in agony and tried to pull away, but she slapped him several times hard on his flushed buttocks and the rhythm continued undisturbed. The girl underneath him was moaning as though in labor. Her hips were thrashing wildly and her legs flailed out in all directions. She threw her head back suddenly and cried out like a stricken animal. A thin stream of spittle ran down her chin.
It was almost time for the man too, and Claudie found herself using the dildo in the rhythm pattern he set with his strong driving hips. She pushed and pulled the solid rubber tube in and out of his anus, and her hips moved with her thoughts. Suddenly the man drove himself deep into the blond womb and huge spurts of his white spunk burned a river into her body. He cried out with triumph, and Claudie jammed the dildo all the way up his rectum in a last burst of strength as she felt her own juices start to drip down her legs.
"Damn, that was good," she exclaimed, and pulled the sticky rubber cock out of his battered asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
Theseus rose and helped the blond woman to her feet. He turned to Claudie and smiled.
"You're good. You're real good," he said, and he kissed Claudie gratefully on the cheek. The three of them joined hands and walked over to a couch. They sat down, called for some wine, and watched the interesting show going on around them.
Randy and Sofia were rolling on the floor, locked in a passionate embrace. The young flute player was holding a ceramic jar of oil over their writhing bodies and was slowly pouring the slippery ointment over them. It must have felt good, because Sofia began running her hands caressingly over Randy's body. Her fingers were sliding, they couldn't stay still. They circled her tits, ran lightly over her hard oiled nipples and seemed to trickle down over her belly and into the crack between the girl's thighs. Randy was licking Sofia's neck, letting the oil run over her tongue. Then the bystanders who had earlier been drumming out their dance rhythm, joined in and eight men were soon lying on the two girls, by their side, and completely surrounding them with their eight male bodies. The girls were entirely hidden from view, and it would have been impossible to know they were there if it hadn't been for the smothered moans that occasionally emerged from the greased human mountain.
Theseus was getting excited just watching the mass of moving bodies. He held his cock loosely in his right hand and slowly rubbed it into the beginning of an erection. He beckoned to Claudie and they both slid to the floor.
"Let's get a fast one in before the time's up," he suggested. Claudie nodded her consent. She lay on her side with her back to him and he snuggled his body up against hers. Teasing himself, he slid his growing prick up and down Claudie's cleft, running the throbbing tool between her still wet cunt lips.
"Now," she murmured breathlessly. "I can't wait any longer." Theseus moved his prick into position and gently placed it at the entrance to her womb. His long hard shaft rammed it's way easily past the wet walls, and he buried it's head deep in her steaming cavern. Claudia moaned softly and pushed her ass down against his penis. The man paced himself carefully. Slowly he thrust himself in and out, building the excitement to a boiling point, then he quickened his movements and his ass joggled with a frenzy of desire as it dipped it's way faster to an orgasm. Rotating her hips wildly, Claudie knew she couldn't hold the end off for long. Spasms of delight rippled through her rounded belly, and a strangled scream rose to her lips.
"Yes, yes yes yes yes," she gasped, and the pearly juices of her come trickles past his emerged prick and covered both of their legs.
Their timing was perfect. Just as the spasms were leaving Claudie's body the man shot his burning sperm up high into her cunt. Their juices ran together deep into Claudie's body.
"Time's up," said a voice that seemed to come from directly above them. Looking up, Claudie saw Sofia's face smiling patiently down at her.
"I hate to disturb you, my dear, but I'm sure you'll find the entertainment equally stimulating." Theseus withdrew his dripping cock from Claudie's insides and politely thanked his hostess for her use.
"It's a pleasure to attend your parties, Sofia," he said. "Your slaves are always so well mannered, and this one's unusually inventive and beautiful."
"I'm so glad you're well pleased, and your taste in women is excellent, as usual. You will see for yourself a little later just how accurate your judgment was."
"Please everyone, be seated," Marcellus said. Claudie and Theseus once again joined the blond woman on the couch. "The show is about to begin."
The door opened and a file of Negro girls danced gracefully in to the music of tambourines and flutes. There were twelve of them, and they were all dressed in a drape of white mesh. The material hung over the left shoulder and covered the left breast, leaving the right one exposed. It swirled around the hips and flowed gracefully to the floor. And it was so sheer that every line, every hair, could be clearly seen.
The girls had obviously been trained in belly dancing. They drew their stomachs in till their ribs stood out and their round bellies had become hollow with the tightened muscles. Then, like a balloon, they swelled themselves out, changing the hollow into a hard round rock. Tapping their feet on the floor their hips patterned out a huge circle, their shoulders pushed back and their hair flying.
The lead girl leaped into the middle of the room and bent backwards until her hands touched the floor. Her mall hard breasts pushed their way up high into air, and the brown-pink nipples stood up against the white netted material. Another girl came forward and danced around her leader, turning and twisting her body enticingly in rhythm to the music. In her right hand she held a knife. It's blade was thin and gleaming, and it was held by an ebony handle. Never stopping the tapping of her feet or twirling of her hips she approached the lead girl, and traced the knife in a thin line across her arched belly. A thin trickle of blood bubbled up to the dark surface of the skin, and began to roll in droplets down her body. When the blood reached her dark -haired pubic mound it broke into several paths and disappeared until it forced it's way through to the lips of her pussy. The dancing girl stood still, threw back her head, and started to chant inarticulately. Then she bent down and with the tip of her pointy tongue she searched her way into the crack and carefully licked away the bloody droplets. The other ten dancers took up the chant and circled the two quiet black forms. As the rhythm quickened the bleeding girl started to grind her hips. Then she rose from her back bend and the music and dancing instantly stopped.
With huge astonished eyes Claudie watched what followed. The lead girl spread her cunt lips wide apart with one hand and holding out her long middle finger directly below her she slowly squatted down on it until it was completely buried in her black-haired mound. Then the singing began again and she forced her way up on down on her finger until a thin white ooze trickled down her legs. She pulled her streaming finger out with a pop and in a split second had grabbed the fallen knife and shoved it under her left breast. With a sound between a sob and a scream she fell to floor and died.
The eleven remaining girls picked her limp body up on their shoulders and, moving their feet in a fast joyous rhythm, worked their way to the door. Before they left they turned once to the gathering and bowed their heads. Then the door opened and they filed out, much as they had come in.
Claudie was horrified. Whatever had made the girl kill herself? It was just too terrifying to be believed, and Claudie watched silently as a guard came out with a damp cloth and cleaned up the small pool of blood in the center of the room.
"It's time for the contest," said Marcellus, his faced flushed with excitement and wine, Congratulations on the first part of the performance poured in, and the happy host beamed thanks on his friends and admirers.
"Enough, my friends," Marcellus interrupted. "Choose your partner, the slave who you find most desirable, and bring her to the center of the room. Only men may enter this contest, I'm sorry to say. You ladies want to get your finger in every pie, but just this once you'll have to be the judges and not the participants."
A dozen hands reached out to grab Claudie, but Marcellus called out, "not her, she's being saved for later," and the disappointed men looked elsewhere for suitable material.
Unable to do anything about it, Claudie watched Rhea, Randy, and every other female slave picked out and pushed forward. None of them had their lovely dresses on any longer, and Claudie thought with amazement about the powers of opium.
The guards had been running back and forth, on each trip bringing large buckets and lining them up in a row against the wall. Then the two flute boys went around to each of the contestants and handed each man a small paint brush. There were eighteen couples all told, six from among Claudie's friends and twelve from another section of the household which she hadn't even known existed.
"The rules are simple," Marcellus explained. "In the buckets -lined against the wall you will find different colored glitter. Two of the buckets contain glue. The man who best decorates his chosen partner wins her. Does everyone understand. Oh, yes, there will be a twenty minute time limit."
The men smiled, and Marcellus began the countdown. "Ready, set, ... go."
It was fascinating to watch. Tiny specks of sparkle in brilliant reds, blues, greens and golds, were coming to life as they were molded to the pale motionless forms of eighteen standing women. Some of the men were really artistic.
Claudie's eyes looked first for her friends. Rhea was easy to find as the man who had chosen her had not yet begun to design her face. The man chose his colors carefully, picking those that looked best with her auburn hair. He was attempting to design a dragon across her tits and it looked like a shimmering tattoo. Red and blue fire leaped from it's green mouth and an evil red eye was fixed into a huge gold head that covered her entire left breast. Then a long gold snake-like body wormed it's way between her titties cleft and a slimshing tail in red and gold sparkles circled her right breast. Her once pink nipples were covered in a green-blue mixture that danced in the light. It was breathtakingly beautiful and Claudie thought the man had real talent and an appreciation of the female body.
Now he was working skillfully on her hard round belly. He made a trail, four wide, of black and white dots, and let them fade into the red-brown hair covering her swelling mound. Then he took his brush, covered it with the glue, and put a thin smear on both her cunt lips. It must have been uncomfortable because Rhea wriggled.
The man yelled at her and angrily told her to stand still, then he continued to work.
He used the red sparkles to cover her moist and sticky lips, and a turquoise blue coating was placed on the visible part of her hard, slightly protruding clit. It stung, and Rhea winced. The man pinched her hard on the inside of her thigh and told her that if she moved again she'd better pray that he didn't win the contest. Rhea stood still but her eyes glistened with held back tears.
He looked back and thoughtfully surveyed his work. It was a beautiful vision. Auburn hair streaming over white neck and shoulders and flowing down into a mass of glittering colors. It looked as though the dragon was breathing his brightly colored fire directly into Rhea's armpit. Her belly looked like an intricate snakeskin. What more could be added? Something had to be done to her long smooth legs, he decided. Something involving dull colors, so that the bright red of her glistening painted pussy lips and the thin blue line of her clit would be the most noticeable part of her body.
Like an artist mixing paints, he combined blue with gray. Taking the brush he traced a new pattern on her thighs. The sticky glue clung to her soft skin, and while it didn't sting as badly as it did on her open womb, it was extremely irritating. It was so hard to stand still.
Carefully he patted down the blue-gray color until the beginning shape of an octopus head covered her right thigh, then he stretched long lines on her lift thigh, creating the impression of tentacles reaching for her cunt. A black eye on the head, and the octopus was complete. It's unblinking eye stared straight at Rhea's blue clit.
"Take a break men," Claudie heard Sofia suggest. The models for this art session relaxed their numb limbs and were given wine to drink. Everyone had a chance to survey the other's work.
Only one other girl was decorated as well as Rhea. It was Randy. Both her breasts were covered with the whitest white that Claudie had ever seen. Her nipples stood out hard in shades of pink and blue. A chain of brightly colored flowers ran from under each tit and along her side until they joined each other at the base of her spine. Then Randy turned around and Claudie saw what had been done to her cheeks. Each buttock had been painted as half a mouth. Full sensual lips done in bright green. The man who had painted her asked her to spread her cheeks. He wanted everyone to have a good chance to survey his handiwork. Somehow or other he had made her pink brown little asshole into a flaming red tongue. It was amazingly lifelike. So real that Claudie wanted to kiss it.
"My God," Claudie murmured, and in the silence of the room it sounded like a scream.
"You like it, Claudia?" Sofia asked. "Tell me, my dear, which one do you think is the best."
Without thinking Claudie answered. "It's impossible to choose between Randy and Rhea. They both look so beautiful."
"Well my dear, you've solved our problem for us. They both win. After the night's over you may take your prizes home, gentlemen."
Claudie could have cried when she realized that it had been she who had sentenced her to friends to their fate. She had picked the winner!
"We've got to escape tonight. Now we've really got to. we may never see each other again," she thought.
"Well my friends, you've been very patient and helpful. You've showed us your talents and now I think it's only fitting that you see ours." Marcellus once again addressed the crowd.
"Sofia and I have been saving a special surprise for you. Claudia over there. She's partly ruined it by removing a little something our thoughtful doctor placed inside her, but it should only make it more fun if the fit is a little tight. What do you say, dear guests? Are you down for the challenge?"
"My turn has come," Claudie thought. "What is it that they've been saving for me."
Marcellus walked up to her and said, "are you ready, pretty girl, for the experience of your sweet sheltered life?"
CHAPTER TEN
No escape! She was at their mercy. And, strange to say, Claudie found herself almost looking forward to whatever might happen.
"I thing Claudia, that you owe an apology to our guests. And maybe one to yourself also. Allow me to explain. Early today this lovely young lady paid a visit to our capable doctor. He was instructed to insert a dildo, about one and a half times the width of the average cock, into her pussy. It was done, and what was my surprise on seeing Claudia nude, to discover that she had somehow removed it. A painful difficulty arises here. You see, the purpose of the stretching was to enable two of you gentlemen, instead of just one, to find room for yourself in our little slave's dripping box. Don't be too angry or disappointed though, my friends, the attempt will be made nevertheless." A burst of applause and cheering greeted Marcellus' announcement. What a determined spirit the man had!
"Now gentlemen if you will draw lots, the winners will be given their assignments."
Sofia walked around to each man in turn holding out a copper bowl, shaped like a golden tit, to the eagerly reaching hands. With morbid curiosity Claudie waited to see who would win.
Four men jumped up excitedly. They were all holding the long straws. Claudie looked each man over carefully.
The first man was tall, and dark complexioned. A shock of thick black hair hung down over his brows and his piercing green eyes shone out like a cat's. He was beautifully slim and muscular and with a long, well shaped powerful prick. His two sacs hung down heavily and were almost completely surrounded by a mound of jet black curling pubic hair. Claudie felt herself strongly attracted to him, and she thought he'd be one dynamite fuck. Her legs tensed with excitement.
The next man was older, about forty, she thought. He had light brown hair and slivers of gray were already running through it. His brown eyes were a little frightening. They were glowing fiercely, and he looked a little mad. He was slightly heavy set, and the insides of his pale thighs shimmered a little when he walked. Claudie found herself frightened and repulsed at the thought of sleeping with him, but curious at the same time. She wondered what thoughts lay behind his glittering eyes, and just what he would expect of her. His thick, rather stubby cock, was already beginning to throb, and the purple veins were swollen with his pounding blood.
The man walked up to Claudie and fondled her soft globes of tits in his hard hand.
"Checking out the merchandise?" a mocking voice said, and Claudie saw Sofia looking straight into her face. It shocked her a little to see this magnificent and aggressive woman looking peevish and even somewhat jealous.
The man just smiled and walked back over to join his envious companions.
The next winner was hardly more than a boy. He was blond and rather cute, and he began hopping around excitedly. This was his first chance to perform with the men at one of the famous parties held by Marcellus. His huge prick was dancing around the insides of his legs, and the soft new hair of a seventeen year old boy shone brightly above his eager organ.
The last was an evil looking man in his late thirties. He had dark brown hair and a swarthy, pock-marked face. His little reddish animal eyes glittered dangerously as he held a huge shaft of penis up against Claudie's belly.
"How deep do you think it'll go, baby," he grinned, and Claudie was afraid to answer the question.
"Okay, let's get into position. Claudie my dear, we'll start with you. On your knees bitch, and spread your legs so wide that your cunt almost touch the floor." A pair of strong male hands helped Claudie get going, as a sudden burst of fear paralyzed her body. She was forced down into the suggested position, and gazed up with terror to hear Marcellus instruct the others.
"Ramsey," Marcellus said, addressing the young boy, "you lie on your back and slide down through her legs so that your cock lies directly under her pretty red cunt. Someone get Ramsey a cushion," Marcellus ordered, anxious over the boy's comfort.
The cushion was brought and placed under Ramsey's ass, lifting the throbbing tip of his prick to within a fraction of an inch of Claudie's helpless pussy.
Ramsey reached out tentatively and wriggled a finger against her tiny hard clit. Without thinking, Claudie tried to push her way down further against the probing finger.
Then Marcellus called over the forty year old man, the one who Claudie had been afraid of.
"You will have to kneel much as Claudie is kneeling," he instructed, only your legs will be spread over Ramsey's belly. That way you get front entrance to her pussy while Ramsey has to reach her from underneath."
"Wonderful idea, Marcellus. You're truly an ingenious man." These words were spoken by the man just positioned at the entrance to Claudie's womb. Claudie felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her body at the man's praise. "A wonderful idea," she thought to herself. "It's impossible. They'll rip me open. How can two men fit their pricks into one cunt. There isn't enough room." Then she remembered the dildo. It hadn't been much smaller and, though a bit painful at first, it had squeezed it's way between her wet walls and had brought her as much pleasure as pain.
"Now for the third man," Marcellus announced. He pointed to the lark, handsome young man who had sent a tingling of anticipation dancing through her pussy.
"You, Plato," Marcellus said, "will have the sole honor of being the only one in her asshole. Bugger her well, my boy, and think of your teacher Socrates as you come." The room broke up into peals of laughter. It seems as though the handsome youth got his name for his mental powers, and his attempts at playwriting. He was everyone's favorite, and everyone wished him the best.
"All right Plato, you'll kneel down also, only behind her. It looks like everyone's got an altar to worship at. Except one. Lysis," he said, addressing the pock-marked man that Claudie had met last of all, "You will ram that huge tool of yours up her throat. I know that's what you like doing best. There is only one requirement, gentlemen. You will try your best to come all together. Everyone pumping away his scum at the same moment into your assigned holes."
All the men nodded their agreement, and then got to work.
Ramsey started the ball rolling. He had been looking up Claudie's red gash of a cunt and a sudden desire to give it a lick or two, came over him. Straining his head upward until his nose was touching her damp cunt lips he ran his tongue lightly between them and started to nibble on her growing clit.
With the first tingling sensations Claudie's hips began rolling and Plato had a good view of her hard buttocks circling in front of his face. Grabbing her hips in his hands, he pulled her cheeks apart and sucked on her tight brown asshole. It felt so good. Claudie couldn't repress a moan of pleasure. Plato laughed and shoved a finger up it, and Claudie pushed her ass down hard against it.
While Ramsey was eating her cunt the older man kneeling in front of her was massaging her pussy with his hands. He grabbed whole mounds of her soft protruding flesh in his fist and rubbed and squeezed them until Claudie felt dizzy. Then he ran his fingers through her copper colored pubic hair and told Ramsey he was ready and waiting.
Ramsey lay back until he was in his original position. Then he placed the tip of his cock into the entrance to Claudie's womb. He shoved slightly and his shaft slipped easily into her sopping hole. His thrusts were slow and long and felt so good. Claudie groaned with pleasure and her hips started rotating wildly.
Plato could no longer watch her switching buttocks quietly. His cock had grown into a huge purple engine, and it's needs were obvious. He pushed it's head between her cheeks and the tight round hole was wet and waiting. With a powerful drive he rammed it in to the hilt Claudie cried out in pain. She couldn't seem to get used to the feeling of anything in that tight hole of hers. It always felt wrong, and good at the same time.
Then the man stationed at her head decided it was time he got in on the action. He forced Claudie's mouth open and told her to get to work. She eagerly accepted his prick between her lips and started sucking for all she was worth. With everything being done to her, she wanted a chance to do something to someone else.
"Make room for me too," said the man who was to share her pussy with Ramsey. He slowly worked the head of his thick swollen prick in to the gaping wet lips.
"OOoooh," Claudia moaned, and tried to push her way down on the driving shaft. It was such a tight fit. The man squeezed and prodded at her cunt with his hands, trying to spread the hole further open and make way for his penis. Claudie was crying with the wear and tear on her body and the pain between her legs. Then his prick burst past the entrance and slid in deep up next to the prick of Ramsey.
"Aaaaagh, stop," Claudie shrieked, and she felt a trickle of blood and her own white juices run down her thigh. Then the friction of the cocks rubbing against her walls and against each other. Her cunt was on fire, and the burning reached deep up into her belly. She was speared in all directions, It felt like the pricks in her cunt were reaching out and trying to touch the huge shaft lodged in her back entrance. There was no direction to move in. If she moved forward, she forced herself down deep on the two driving pricks in her pussy. If she moved back and away from them the throbbing penis in her asshole was plunged deeper up her anus. And everywhere she wriggled the huge thing in her mouth followed, growing larger and longer with every drop of moisture that touched it.
Then her mind drifted away and she was left only with the thrilling need of her own arched and aching body. She ground her hips fast and furiously in all directions, and her hands reached up and cupped her own breasts tensely. She pinched and pulled at her nipples until they stood up like two tiny red cones. And all the while she was moaning softly and gasping her pleasure into the ears of the crowd.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It is hard enough to watch people in the act of screwing without getting excited. Imagine the feeling that went through the guests on seeing four people screwing, and all of them with the same female body. Men found themselves masturbating to the rhythm set by five people writhing on the floor. Women caught themselves pinching their own nipples and rubbing their thighs together. Even the eighteen sparkling slaves in the corner could not keep their eyes off the show, and automatically hands reached down between soft white thighs and the girls were soon rubbing the young rosy clits feverishly. Something had to break. And it did!
Rhea moaned. It was a soft sound, sort of like a stricken animal, but the crowd caught it like a ball and sent it bouncing back across the room. Sofia gasped and reached out to touch the man beside her. Anyone. It didn't matter who. Marcellus bent a young girl over his knees and began to finger the crack between her cheeks. The room seemed to dissolve into couples, trios, even foursomes. Anyone and everyone. Clutching desperately all wanted to join Claudie's oncoming orgasm. The pace quickened. The room was filled with gasps and sighs. Claudie cried out and no one heard her.
Three other men had joined the four already working on her. One started to massage her titties passionately. Another was pushing his massive cock against her ear and rubbing it on her soft fluffy hair. The third was buggering Plato, just as he was buggering Claudie. Claudie's body was covered with moving men.
She began to come. Wave upon wave of agonizing love spasms broke over her body and drowned her mind in flames of lust.
The man she was blowing started to scream and shot his load of burning scum deep into the depths of Claudie's mouth. Claudie swallowed greedily, as if his fluid could put out the burning fire in her belly.
Plato was moaning softly as his ass hole was jammed again and again with his friend's throbbing penis. For each shove he received he gave Claudie one in return, until it felt like her tight brown hole would rip apart. Then Plato too added his incoherent cries to the sounds around him and shot a flood of sperm up the tight unfamiliar walls.
"Aaaagh ... take it, take it all, bitch," he shrieked, and he grabbed her buttocks and jiggled them so hard Claudie thought they would fall off. Then his spasms lessened and he moaned softly and gratefully while his last seed entered the dark cavern.
The two men in Claudie's cunt had been putting off their coming for as long as possible, but their time for self-control was up. Gasping and thrusting in unison, their two inflamed pricks moved in side by side for the last effort. Together they jerked their burning spunk high into Claudie's belly and she accepted it all. Then everyone collapsed and for several minutes the room was silent except for the heavy breathing of men and women trying to regain their breath.
"Claudia, love, that was just wonderful. Let me thank you from the bottom of my heart for one of the pleasantest evenings in my entire life." Plato smiled gratefully at her and kissed her gently on the cheek. It was all over.
"What time is it?" Claudie asked him, suddenly coming to herself and remembering their plans for the night. A sense of calm came over her with the thought of the responsibilities and strength the evening would yet demand. It was almost 10:30, and the time was drawing near.
"Claudia, Claudia, you were well worth the price we paid for you. I'm afraid that if you stay here much longer you may start teaching us instead of us teaching you." Marcellus was clearly pleased and in a very good mood. The opium pipe was passed around again and this time when Claudie refused no one tried to pressure her into smoking it. She accepted a small goblet of wine from Sofia's hand, and a strange realization began to work it's way into her brain. This woman, her mistress, her owner, was in love with her. Yet the time was soon to come when Claudie and the other slaves would get their revenge for all the pain and humiliation they had suffered at her hands. Claudie almost felt bad but then she remembered Rachel. Rachel, who was committed to a death struggle where the victor would win nothing but a life of captivity. Claudie could feel no fondness or compassion for this woman who bought and sold others as though they were soulless beasts.
Sofia must have sensed Claudie's hatred. She turned pale and stiffly walked away. Claudie joined her friends who were all huddling together in a corner.
Claudie and Rhea blushed when they eyes first met. Then they threw off their pretenses and hugged like long lost lovers.
"Any minute now," Rhea said breathlessly, in answer to Claudie's question. "As soon as they walk to the arena, Vinnie, that's the girl from the kitchen, will slip us the knives. She's going to meet us in the hall. They won't think it's strange. The kitchen's right in this area."
"As soon as the fight begins we must make our attempt. Everyone is pretty messed up between the wine and the opium. They won't know what hit them. There are nineteen of us all together counting the other girls that were used tonight. I'm sure they'll go along with us and help as best they can. We should each pick out one person but try not to kill them. If we can just wound them enough so that they can be bound easily we should somehow be able to signal to the world for help." Then a thought struck Claudie. For all her elaborate planning she didn't even know where she was.
"Where are we, Rhea? I've got no idea."
"New Mexico, somewhere, I think. This whole mountain is isolated though. No one but these freaks live here." Rhea's answer wasn't exactly encouraging but it brought a small sense of relief to Claudie just to know that she was still in the United States.
"We'll probably have to set this house on fire," she said. "That should certainly attract someone. The flames should be seen for at least fifty miles."
"That's a pretty good idea," Randy said. "I doubt if they have a short wave radio here anyway."
"Then it's agreed. As soon as the fight begins we each pick a victim and trying not to kill him we wound him badly enough so that he'll be no further trouble." All the girls nodded their consent, and Claudie smiled grimly.
"Let's relax and get something to eat. We should have a very busy evening ahead of us." They all took Claudie's advice and walked over to a huge oak table that was creaking with the weight of the food on it. Turkeys, hams, roasts, fresh bread, honey, huge bowls of fruit; it was a feast and the girls weren't watching their weight.
No one drank any wine though. It was agreed among them that they must have all their wits together. It was going to be a long hard night and each girl had a part to fulfill.
Sofia stood up. She thanked her guests for having come and said she hoped that they all had a pleasant evening. When the murmurings of praise and thanks died down she continued her speech.
"And now we come to the climax of what I'm sure has been a most exciting evening. Two of our slaves had a little fight earlier today ... over her," and she pointed to Claudie. "I'm sure we can all understand it, but as you know any infraction of the rules must be punished. The two offenders will have a chance to finish off their little disagreement tonight. There will be a fight to death in our charming arena, and the victor will have our little Claudia for the rest of the evening. I think that's fair. It's simple justice to die the way we live. And not only that, we will all get a chance to enjoy it."
The guests applauded loudly, and Claudie wondered about the brutality and insensitivity she was seeing in her fellow human beings. How was it possible to cold-bloodedly watch someone else die. And just for fun.
"Shall we go now," Sofia asked. Her guests were soon ready and everyone filed out of the room in anticipation of the finale.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The dark corridors echoed their footsteps. The slaves walked at the back of the chattering file, each girl preoccupied with her own thoughts. What would happen?
A shadow flitted along the walls, and Vinnie, the girl who worked in the kitchen, slipped up next to Randy and handed her a package. No words were spoken and the girl disappeared back into the shadows of the walls and was gone. The bundle was silently opened and the sharp knives distributed. Then they reached the arena.
The fighting area itself looked like a large pit. It was circular and the floor was hard-packed dirt. The grandstand ran all the way around it, with a huge, highly decorated box that held twelve people up about ten feet from the battle grounds. Several smaller boxes were clustered around the larger one, and there was plenty of seating for everyone.
Enough girls were placed in each box to attend to the needs of the guests it held. This consisted mainly of pouring wine. As it was late at night the whole arena was surrounded by hundreds of dazzling white lights, and it was easy for the girls to keep an eye on their chosen victim.
A horn sounded and from under the main box a door slid open. Rachel and Diana were pushed forward and faced the crowd fearfully. Claudie caught Rachel's eye and tried to communicate some of her hope to the terrified girl, but all Rachel could think about was the fight to the death that she'd soon be part of.
The two girls were dressed for fighting. They had on loin cloths made from a shimmering gold material, and small beaten gold circles were attached to their breasts. A rope hung around each waist and a shiny vicious dagger hung down, brushing their thighs. Their hair hung wild and loose and rippled in the night breeze. They were lovely to watch. Pale skin, tight muscular bodies, and proud frightened faces; it would certainly be exciting to watch them fight. Even Claudie could now begin to understand the thrill of human combat. But not with Rachel!
A horn sounded and the girls walked stiffly up to the large box and bowed their heads. They were obviously terrified and were automatically doing what they had been told to do. Sofia nodded her head, raised her hand and when she brought it down sharply on the railing the fight began. As the two girls circled each other like cats, the other slaves picked out their victims and inched their way forward. Diana had just darted in and given a glancing wound to Rachel's side, and the sight of Rachel's bleeding set Claudie into a frenzy.
Before anyone knew what was happening the girls struck their blow. Rhea had grabbed a heavy vase, and unwilling to use her knife, had brought it down heavily on Marcellus' head. Claudie had grabbed Sofia from behind, and pulling her hair sharply back had held the knife to her throat. Sofia was frozen with fear and held still while Claudie bound her. Several of the guests had been stabbed, and two lay dying at Randy's feet. She was having trouble with a third, and before anyone could come to help her, the man had wrestled the knife from her grasp and sent it through her left breast. With a little gasp she fell and a tiny trickle of blood rolled down her lips. Then she was dead. There was no time to feel bad, the fight was still raging, and though most of the guests were pretty well out of commission, a couple of the men had gotten to their feet in time and were making it difficult for the girls to overwhelm them.
The two girls in the arena stood as though rooted to the ground. It was too much to believe, and the girls stared in amazement, unable to grasp the meaning of all those moving yelling bodies. Rachel was brought to her senses finally when she caught sight of Claudie rolling on the floor with a much bigger woman. The knife lay a little to their side and they were obviously both trying to reach it first. The other woman finally grasped it and stood up to aim. As her knife was raised high over her head and Claudie was looking death in the face, Rachel ran forward over the dirt floor of the arena and with all her strength she threw her dagger at the standing woman.
Rachel's aim was good and it struck the woman hard in the back. She cried out once and seemed to be trying to pull out the knife, but the blow had struck home and she fell forward dead. To Claudie it was like being dead and then brought back to life again. It was a miracle and she didn't know that it had been Rachel who saved her. She stood up to see where the knife had come from and her eyes fell immediately on Rachel's familiar form standing pale and tense in the dirt.
Everything happened so quickly. One second Claudie had been looking thankfully into Rachel's dark eyes and the next moment Rachel was lying dead in a pool of blood on the ground. One of the guards had crept up on her from the door that opened into the arena. Seeing his opportunity he had rushed forward and stabbed her. He was now battling with Diana but things were a little more difficult. His knife was in Rachel's back, while Diana still had the one she had entered the arena with.
Also he underestimated the girls strength. He had pulled her to her feet and was shaking her like a dog shakes a rat, when with what little strength she had left she shoved the knife deep into his naked belly. He clutched himself and bent over double. Then he fell on his side to the ground and rocked back and forth soundlessly, trying to understand where the pain was coming from. It was too much for Diana and she doubled up and retched painfully. It was hard to watch even your enemy die, especially to a young girl used to the usually uneventful life of a secretary in New York.
The battle was over. The slaves in the kitchen had done their share also, and the entire household had been taken. It was time to gather the wounded and dead.
Claudie could barely weep, she was so exhausted and emotionally drained. Rachel's body was brought to her and she just sat down by her dead friend's side and stared in silent grief. Rachel had died anyway. She hadn't been able to save her. It had been worthwhile, no one doubted that. They were free now, if they could keep the rest of the village on the mountain from being alerted. But freedom seemed meaningless in her grief. Free to do what? Claudie's whole world was collapsing. Everything she had been taught was sacred had been brutally violated. Murder was accepted easily, rape was an everyday part of life, and slavery was just a part of this unreal system. Had she ever known any other way of life? Her past was rapidly fading. Somewhere in her background she remembered a name. Stephen. It consoled her to repeat to herself, and laying her head on Rachel's breast Claudie drifted off to sleep murmuring his name.
The prisoners were taken to the slave's dining room and a few of the girls stood guard. They tended to the wounded as best they could, but those that were unharmed were kept bound.
While Claudie slept Rhea did the best she could to straighten things out. It was amazing that she had any strength left at all, but Randy's death had done something strange to her. She was filled with a burning hatred, and it was all aimed at Sofia and Marcellus. At the same time she felt empty. Randy had been so much for her. She had kissed the dead girl passionately on her cold lips in the hope of giving her life. She couldn't accept her friend's death. She had run her hands over the girl's still body and waited for the usual response. When one came she had broken down completely and for half an hour no one dared go near her. When she came to herself again it was a cold and capable woman facing them. It was she who had seen that the dead were gathered and the wounded cared for. And it was she who had the sleeping Claudie stretched out on the couch and covered. Thank God her friend was not awake to feel the pain she felt, was all she thought.
Then her thoughts turned to revenge. The captured guests were no concern of hers. If the revolt could be spread they would be turned over to their slaves for justice, if any was possible. It was Marcellus and Sofia that she wanted to get. They alone had been taken to the room used earlier in the evening. The room where Claudie had been fucked so thoroughly and the other girls had been painted.
"The evening's entertainment isn't over yet," Rhea announced. "It's our show now, and it's going to be a lot of fun. For us anyway."
Claudie woke up to the cheers and angry voices of the other slaves.
The girls surged out of the room, leaving the kitchen slaves to guard the prisoners and care for the wounded. This was their revenge!
They entered the room and their eyes fell immediately on their two victims. Marcellus and Sofia were bound carefully, and they realized the helplessness of their situation. They knew that they could expect no mercy. Two iron loops had been attached to ceiling. Ropes had been dangled through them, and attached to the wrists of the prisoners. They were forced to stand on tiptoe to avoid strain on their arms.
Sofia was very pale. With her arms pulled high and tight over her head and her firm large tits stood out like mountains. Fear had made the nipples hard, and Rhea walked over and pinched them hard between her fingers. Tears of pain sprang to Sofia's eyes, but she didn't cry out. She was proud and would give no such satisfaction to what she considered the rabble. Her belly shivered, and Rhea ran her hands over the smooth white concave area.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" she said with a sneer. "We're going to make you feel good all over, aren't we ladies." She laughed in an ugly way, and the girls joined in. Revenge. That was what they were after. They had become uncivilized by living like animals and their masters would reap the fruits of their labors.
Marcellus was feeling weak and a little sick. His head ached from the heavy vase Rhea had conked over it, and he half believed that it was all a nightmare. He looked silly and a little pathetic standing on his toes with his shriveled prick hanging limply against the inside of his thigh, and when he tried to move, his buttocks wriggled like a girl's.
"Don't be silly," he said, and his voice trembled. "I don't know what you're planning on doing but don't do anything foolish. You know you'll be caught soon. You may have taken over here, but there are many other houses on this mountain besides ours. If you cut us down now, we'll forget all about it, won't we Sofia?"
"Don't be a fool Marcellus," Sofia answered coldly.
"At least behave like a man and not like a frightened child. Can't you see that there's nothing to be said now." Claudie marveled at the woman's courage. She wondered if she would have been as brave, and then remembered that she had kept pretty cool during her own trying moments. Even Rhea smiled her admiration at Sofia. And that was saying something!
"You're a brave woman, Sofia. So far anyway. For that we'll give you a reward. To quote from you, you'll 'die the way you lived.' You're going to get so hot, you may drown in your own come." Rhea was impressed but not at all softened, and Claudie could understand it. Rachel was still haunting her mind and she wanted to hurt the people who had killed her friend and lover.
Rhea walked in front of Marcellus and asked him how he liked the paint job on her breasts. He couldn't find the words to answer her with, and hung his head with fear.
"Marcellus darling," Rhea cooed, "how would you like my nice bright dragon to breath a few flames on you."
Marcellus didn't understand and looked up quickly expecting to see actual fire. "Now, now, pretty boy, where did you get your vivid imagination. Would a nice girl like me hurt a kind soul like you." Rhea was teasing him viciously. She even chucked him under the chin, and tousled his wavy hair with her fingers.
"Let me show you what I mean," Rhea said, and squatting a little to bring her face down to the level of Marcellus' groin, she stuck her tongue far out and delicately wriggled the tip up and down his sleeping cock. There was an immediate reaction. The head of his prick perked up instantly and tried to push it's way on into Rhea's sensual mouth.
"Don't rush me, darling," she murmured, "I'm calling this show." Slowly she ran her pointed tongue over the swelling veins and sent little shivers of excitement through his belly. The captured man was fast forgetting his fears and instead was getting very horny. Marcellus was a handsome man and his cock was just beautiful. It still fascinated Claudie to watch a prick grow and swell into a hard red engine, and she stared wide-eyed, as Marcellus performed for them.
Rhea straightened up. "Sofia must be feeling lonely," she said. "Take care of her, will you Claudie. Show her how much you love her."
Claudie couldn't believe her ears. Rhea actually wanted her to go over to that bitch and give her pleasure. Then the beauty of the idea caught her mind. It was teasing, all teasing. She had no idea what the end would be, but she could wait to find out. Anyway Sofia was so lovely. It would be a pleasure.
Rhea went back to work confident that the woman was being well taken care of. She knew by now that Claudie was a hot piece and would really enjoy taking care of Sofia.
Her faith was entirely justified. Claudie walked over to silent woman, and coldly looked her over. Because Sofia was standing on her toes she was a little taller than Claudie and Claudie had to reach up slightly to cup one round white breast firmly in her hand. She prodded the rubbery nipples until they jutted out like they wanted to be bitten off, then she stood on tiptoe herself and let her tongue trace small circles all around the creamy-skinned hard globe. Sofia moaned and tried to move her tits away and trailed her fingers down the concave muscular belly. It felt so good. She was beginning to get excited, and curious to see how Sofia felt, she forced two of her fingers up deep into Sofia's cunt. They came out dripping with white drops of pearly nectar. She put her fingers up to Sofia's lips and said, "taste yourself, love. Very few people have." Sofia stuck out her tongue and licked all the moisture off lovingly. "I've done that before, and always loved it," she said. Claudie believed her. The woman had tried everything.
Claudie ran her hands over the curves of her hips, and let her fingers creep inwards till the were touching the softness of Sofia's thighs. She forced the legs apart and cupped her entire pubic mound in her hand. Then she squeezed and tickled it, playing carelessly with the soft little hairs, between the cunt lips, until Sofia's moans became loud sighs of desire and pleasure. She rubbed the hard red clit between her fingers and was rewarded by a little stream of juice that trickled down from between the thick walls of her prisoner's sopping pussy.
"Eat me, you cunt-tease," Sofia gasped. "You don't want me to die of frustration, do you?"
Claudie did what was suggested. She couldn't wait herself to feel her tongue run between those lips and to taste the musky salty taste of a woman's come. Her own cunt was beginning to itch with the desire to be filled and she wished that there was someone there to take care of her needs. She thought of Marcellus, but she hated him too much to want to fuck him ever again. And certainly not willingly.
She stooped a little and pushed her tongue deep into Sofia's dripping cunt hole. She could taste the moisture of the dark cavern seeping off the walls and onto her searching tongue. She moaned softly and Sofia echoed it. Using her fingers she played with the soft lips, pushing them this way and that, and rubbing the clit deftly between her fingers. Then her mouth moved quickly to it, and she nibbled on it hard with her teeth until Sofia cried out in pain. Her hands edged their way around to the back and she gently stroked the woman's hard ass. Parting her sweating cheeks she viciously thrust her finger up the hole and pushed her sharp nails into the tight wall.
"You're hurting me, Claudia. Stop, stop it. Please," she begged, but Claudie wasn't interested in her pleas. She felt no pity for the woman's pain. On the contrary, she was enjoying it.
She added another finger to the first, and then a third. Sofia's face was dripping with perspiration, and a gleam of pain and fear was in her eyes.
"Let me help," a voice said, and turning to the side Claudie saw Carmen, one of those chosen for the night's entertainment, standing by her side. "What shall I do?" she asked.
Claudie thought for a moment and then remembered the dildo that had been used on her earlier. She told Carmen to fetch it, as it was still lying on the floor by the pool, and then continued to work on Sofia.
"I've got a wonderful idea," she said to Rhea.
Just then Carmen came back with the rubber dildo. Claudie looked at it with haste and loathing.
"Put it in her asshole, Carmen, but not in her cunt. I want to get her as hot as possible without her coming." What perfect justice Claudie thought.
Claudie went back to Sofia's thighs, licking the smooth skin delicately and then giving her large painful bites on the white insides that made the woman writhe with pain and try to wriggle away.
Sofia was getting very excited, and she actually began to enjoy the pain of Claudie's hard biting kisses. She moaned softly and suddenly cried out sharply, as the rubber shaft was pushed up high into her back hole.
"Oooooh, fuck me already," she pleaded, and all her fears were swept away as her lusting body ached with need. "Put it in my cunt, Claudie, please ... please."
Claudie laughed bitterly. "We'll make a trade, love," Claudie said. "I'll give you a chance to get laid, but you've got to give me your life."
"What are you talking about, Claudie?" Rhea asked.
She left Marcellus horny and dangling and walked over to talk to her friend.
"Just this Rhea. We're going to get them as horny as possible. Then they'll have their chance to fuck. We'll stand them on stools, tie the rope from the ceiling tight around their necks, and offer Sofia a cock and Marcellus a pussy if they want to bend a little and get it. It's their choice."
"Perfect, baby, you're too much." Rhea was really pleased. The idea of their prisoners dying because of their desire to get laid made her laugh and laugh gleefully.
"It's a great idea, so let's start putting it into practice." Rhea immediately left and came back with two stools. She ordered the man and woman to stand on them and then she tightened the rope hanging from the ceiling. As long as they didn't move they'd be comfortable. As soon as they did move, the stool would tip and they would be left hanging.
Marcellus started to whimper when he heard what they were planning. Sofia turned to him until they could look into each other's eyes. The she spoke.
"Listen stupid, if you don't want to die it's very simple not to. Just don't get excited. A little self-control never hurt anyone."
It made sense to Marcellus and he was a little consoled. No matter what they would to him, he wouldn't get worked up.
Two tables were balanced one on top of the other. Then one of the girls climbed on to the table in front of Marcellus and spread her legs. She slid her way down, lying on her back so that it would just take a little forward thrust of his prick to enter her cunt. It was like poisoned water to a thirsty man.
Claudie told Carmen to hold the dildo directly under Sofia's spread legs.
"Let it touch her once in a while, just to remind her that it's always there whenever she wants it." Sofia was already dripping with excitement from Claudie's ministrations, and she knew that she's have a hard time forgetting about the thick false prick that was teasing her juicy cunt lips.
"It's time to get to work," Claudie said, and immediately began stroking Sofia's thighs. Sofia closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind off the exciting feeling that was making her body tingle. But it was impossible. She tried to rub her thighs together without losing her balance, and for one second she almost fell. She caught herself in time and Claudie almost felt sorry for her when she saw how pale the woman was. Then she remembered Rachel. She couldn't forgive or forget.
Marcellus was in worse condition than Sofia. His very fear had given him a hard-on that threatened to explode without much further help from Rhea. His face was covered in beads of sweat and he was dancing around on his toes as though he had to pee.
Rhea had a huge grin on her face. She took his cock into her mouth and gave him the best blow job he had ever had.
"You deserve only the best, darling," she murmured cynically. "And that's just what I'm going to give you. You should be grateful to me for the rest of your life." Marcellus didn't find that thought funny.
Rhea was licking his balls now. She sucked delicately on them, running her tongue over the wrinkled sacs. Marcellus was grunting like any animal in rut. He was beginning to forget about the threat to his life that an orgasm meant. It was too hard to hold back. And there was that delectable cunt right within reach of his throbbing prick. It's moist lips were glistening invitingly, and Marcellus tried to inch his cock forward just a little in the hopes of getting his tip a little damp. A tug on his neck from the tight rope made him immediately draw back, and once again he regained his precarious balance on the stool.
Rhea's hands were stroking his buttocks, and her fingers moved into the crack between his cheeks. She circled his brown hole lightly with her finger tip and inserted it up to the first knuckle. Just enough to feel good without making him lose his balance. That he'd have to do on his own.
"Ooooh, good," he mumbled, and tried to push his ass down a little further on the probing finger. Rhea moved it in another knuckle and stirred gently. "Mmmmm, more. A little more," he begged. Still licking his balls she jammed her finger to the hilt up his hole and was rewarded with a small cry of mingled pain and pleasure. His red prick seemed to grow even larger and the head had turned a deep purple with the pounding blood so near it's surface.
Sofia was adding her murmurs to his. It felt so good to be eaten. It seemed as though a woman knew all the special places, and had a delicacy of touch much better than that of a man's. Her hips were grinding out small circles, and several times she almost lost her balance as she tried to squat down just enough to get some of that rubbery cock in her hole.
Carmen was speaking to her.
"Here, baby. Come, on down. It's just waiting for you. Feel it. It can stuff you so full you'll never be hungry again." She lifted the dildo a little and rubbed it lightly against her oozing lips. "Here it is. It wants you baby. Don't you want it. Come on now. Just squat a little and you'll have it for ever."
That was what Sofia was afraid of, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the temptation to thrust herself down on the huge fake prick. Her cunt was actually hurting her now, it's need was so great.
"Stop torturing me, for God's sake," she implored. "Let me have it. Fuck me with it, and you can all go free."
Claudie started to laugh. "Can Rachel come with me?" she asked, and a cold shiver ran up Sofia's spine. She knew there was no hope, and it was hard to be resigned. Particularly when that aching wet cunt of hers had a mind of it's own. Without realizing what she was doing her slightly spread legs were bending her lower and lower over the dildo, until she could actually feel it's hardness pressing against her lips.
"Good Lord, I can't bear it," she shrieked, and despite a huge effort at self control that just didn't work out, she pushed herself down hard against the waiting shaft. The rope around her neck tightened powerfully and as the huge prick rammed it's way up her box she gave one final scream and the stool tipped over. She dangled in mid air, her neck broken and her tongue hanging out, with that huge false prick rammed completely up her cunt.
That finished Marcellus off. Not understanding why Sofia had screamed, but thinking instead of being dead, that she had gotten satisfied, he completely lost his head. He pushed his aching cock forward as far as it would go, and then, despite the pressure of the rope on his neck, he drove it home into the wet pussy that was stretched out and waiting for him. His thrashing legs kicked the stool backwards, and with a strange grin on his face he died, his stiff shaft completely surrounded in the mucousy walls of his former slave's cunt.
There was a deathly silence in the room, and then the sound of several motors growing closer and closer brought the pale and satisfied girls to a panicky attention.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mac couldn't forget Claudie. He had really felt bad about selling her to those freaks and he couldn't shake off his guilt. The return trip on the plane had not been exactly friendly. He had barely spoken a word to his partner, Larry. Larry still hadn't forgiven Claudie for that conk on his head with the ash tray. He was glad the bitch was out of his way.
When they had come in for the landing, Mac turned to Larry.
"That was my last trip, partner. We worked out real well together but this time it just got to me. I felt real bad for that young kid. She was sort of nice, and probably had a boy friend or two in the city. It was wrong of us to do it."
"What's the matter with you. You getting soft or something. She was just like any other bitch and is probably enjoying herself now more than she ever did before. It she had a boy friend you saved him from a lot of trouble. That little piece was hot as hell. She wouldn't have stuck to one guy for longer than he could pay for the services." Larry sure as hell hated the girl. Mac couldn't understand why.
"There ain't anything more to be said. Sorry Larry, but that's all. I'm going to get some nice straight job and try to forget about it. The whole thing's given me a headache."
"If there's nothing I can say to change your mind I'm sorry. We really worked good together. Call me in a few days and let me know what's happening."
They left each other at the private airport and went their separate ways home. And a few days later Mac did make a call. Not to Larry, ... but to the police.
It was an anonymous tip. That's all. He didn't want to get in trouble and certainly didn't want to drag Larry in. But the cops picked up on it fast. There had been strange rumors about that mountain in New Mexico going around. Reports of airplanes landing every few days, and a few too many people had disappeared lately. Nothing to really put your finger on but enough to make you wonder. A day later they decided to investigate.
That was the sound that Claudie and the girls heard. And a mixture of hope and fear shot through them all like a bullet. No one on the mountain used a car, and there must have been at least three to make a noise like that.
Quickly the girls removed all evidence of their guilt. The dripping dildo was pulled out of Sofia's rigidly clamped cunt, and the girl on the table pulled herself free of Marcellus and stood up. Then they worked out a simple story.
They have revolted. No one could blame them for that. They had plenty of prisoners to testify to the fact. Those killed in battle would not be held against them. On the contrary it would serve to imprison for a long time all those living on the mountain. They would say that Marcellus and Sofia had been locked in the room after the fight, and when they had come in to check on them they had seen their two bodies hanging from ropes.
The cars pulled up outside the building and when they knocked and no one answered they forced the door open. Claudie and Rhea came running out when they heard the hinges crack. They knew that no one living on the mountain would have done that. They were so excited by the prospect of rescue that they forgot all their fears and troubles. The past was already being forgotten as they thought about their return to the world. Freedom!
Two plainclothesmen walked up to them and stared hard. It was then that they remembered they were naked. And the dragon on Rhea's tits must certainly have looked strange to say the least.
"What the hell is going on here?" one of them said.
"Oh, thank God," Claudie murmured, and grateful for their presence she and Rhea poured out the entire story to the amazement of all the listening men. They carefully told the version of the two deaths just the way they had planned it and were relieved when the policemen didn't ask them any questions about it.
"Where are they, miss?" the younger of the two plainclothesmen asked. And the girls almost danced their way to the room. It must have been rough on the men to watch their pert little asses jiggling right in front of their disbelieving eyes, but they managed to control themselves. After all, business before pleasure, and they thought that the girls had certainly had enough pleasure to last them a lifetime if their story had been even halfway true.
Everything was taken care of. Everyone on the mountain was hauled away for questioning and all the slaves were told to go home but not move anywhere without notifying the police. They were driven into town, and were a pretty strange sight dressed in togas. But their relief was so great that they didn't think about how they looked for one second.
Claudie immediately called her office. The receptionist answered and she asked for Mr. Wolff.
"Who's calling please," said the nasal competent voice on the other end of the long distance call.
"Tell him Claudie," she answered. And then she waited breathlessly for him to come on. What could she tell him. How would he react. She'd have to tell him the whole story sooner or later, and she was afraid of it changing his feelings for her. "Men don't like the idea of their women sleeping around," she thought. "Even if it was rape." She'd know pretty soon whether or not he really loved her.
"Good God, Claudie, where in Heaven's name have you been," and there he was on the other end, only concern and hurt in his voice.
"Oh Stephen, come get me. It's such a long story and I'm so very tired."
"Where are you baby," he said.
"Believe it or not New Mexico," she told him.
Something in her voice made him stop asking questions.
"I'll get the next flight out honey, and I'll be there in a few hours. Can you meet me at the airport?"
"Oh yes, Stephen and thank you so much," she started to cry. All her hopes and fears, and all her pent up emotion just bubbled over.
"Don't worry about a thing darling. Go get yourself a hot cup of coffee and sit tight. I'll take care of everything.
Choking back her sobs, she hung up the phone and leaned forward a minute against the booth. He was so good to her. Why did she ever treat him as badly as she did. "Let him get here soon," she murmured, and the thought of seeing him again in a few hours gave her back the necessary strength.
She went out and found Rhea waiting for her. "We have to be back next month for a preliminary hearing. But I've got some good news anyway. The cops are afraid of what this story will do to their reputation, and the press has agreed to give a very modified version to the public. No names, and just the barest details. Maybe after a while we can forget about all this and get back to living some kind of a normal life."
Neither of the girl's could believe this, but it didn't even matter. Rhea's sister was flying down to meet her, and would probably be on the same flight as Stephen.
They saw themselves suddenly in the eyes of the rest of the world. Togas were a little out of date, and something had to be done about that dragon on Rhea's bust.
"Let's grab a hotel room and get cleaned up before they meet us," Rhea suggested. And Claudie thought it was a fine idea.
On the way to the hotel they stopped at a chic looking dress shop and picked up a couple of simple but attractive shifts. It felt so good to be in normal clothes again that they didn't even care about the stares they got from the proprietress. They decided to keep their togas as a remembrance of how bad things could really get, and whenever they were feeling sorry for themselves in the future they'd have a good reminder, one to make them grateful for everything that thy did have.
Then they checked into the hotel and got ready for the world.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The hotel room was small but comfortable. They had their own private bath, and there was room service if they got hungry.
The shower was the first thing they turned their attention to. They felt sticky and hot, and that source of embarrassment on Rhea's chest had to go. They were both so anxious to take showers that they decided to take one together. It saved water and time.
Rhea and Claudie slipped out of their new shifts, and stepped into the bathroom. Claudie adjusted the water comfortably and they both stepped in and drew the curtains.
"I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine," Rhea said with a laugh.
"What are friends for, anyway," smiled Claudie happily. She picked up a bar of pink scented soap and began to scrub Rhea's smooth back. The soft white skin felt like satin under her moving fingers, and her hands seemed to be moving by themselves. They drifted down and flowed over the arched globes of Rhea's buttocks. The slippery soapy skin seemed to come alive under her fingers. She kissed her friend gently on her shoulder.
"This may be the last time we'll see each other," Claudie said softly. "Let's make love, Rhea."
Rhea turned around and hugged her friend. The water cascaded over their faces and looked like tears. They kissed long and hard, their tongues searching the warm moist walls of each other's mouths. Their breathing became hard and fast, and they mashed their soapy breasts passionately against each other. Their hard pink nipples jabbed at the soft globes their mashing bodies presented and Claudie moaned softly as the itching between her thighs awakened her desire.
Slowly her hips began a circular rotation, and their swelling pubic mounds came close together. The curling hair formed an intricate pattern as they rubbed their soapy cunt lips against each other's thighs.
Rhea grabbed Claudie's ass and forced her hips in deeper. It looked like they were dancing. Then Claudie slipped a soapy finger between Rhea's legs and moved it slowly up to the entrance of her cleft. She played lovingly with the hard red button of a clit that lay between the lips, and massaged Rhea's pussy into frenzied action. Her hips began to thrash wildly, and she tried to force herself down further against the teasing finger.
"Put it in, Claudie," she begged, and Claudie did. It slid easily past the lips and into the wet hole, then stirred gently awakening Rhea to a frenzy of desire she hardly believe she could feel. Then another finger joined the first, and Rhea humped them both. She was reaching an orgasm like she never reached one before. The soapy fingers felt so good. Her friend should have some of the same.
Rhea raced her hands over the swelling of Claudie's ass. Her fingers quickly spread those firm white cheeks, and with no resistance at all her finger slid into the brown nut of a hole in Claudie's lovely backside and moved up deep into her bowels.
Speared on each other's fingers, their hips were pressed furiously against each others. Claudie gasped her pleasure and nibbled passionately on Rhea's pink shell of an ear.
"Ooooh, it's soooo good baby," she moaned. "I'm going to miss you terribly."
With a little sucking noise Rhea pulled her finger out of Claudie's asshole. Then she gently dislodged Claudie from her cunt and kneeled down in the shower. Her wet hair tickled Claudie's legs and she spread them a little with a giggle.
"What are you doing, silly?" she asked, as though she didn't know.
"I'm going to eat you darling, like you've never been eaten before. So spread your legs a little more and get ready to come in floods."
Claudie did as she was told. Tingles of excitement ran up her spine.
Rhea's fingers dug deep into the soft insides of Claudie's thighs. She cried out softly in pain but a second later a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Grabbing Rhea's head in her hands, she pushed the pretty face deep into the hairy mound of her aching cunt. Rhea responded immediately. Her tongue darted in between the wet soapy lips, and explored the soft bumpy walls of Claudie's womb. Claudie's hips mashed into her face, and she wondered for a second how her friend could breathe. Then all thoughts left her head and she became just a moving body built for love. Rhea's tongue was long and pointy. With powerful thrusts she pushed it deep into the wet walls, and each time it came out Claudie almost cried with the feeling of emptiness. Then Rhea began to nibble gently on her tender little clit, and the sensations threw Claudie into a moving frenzy. Her hips began to hump uncontrollably, and her breath was coming in short hard sobs. Seeing the end was near, Rhea jammed three fingers all the way into the aching pussy, and rubbed them in all directions at once. All the bumps and crevices of Claudie's cunt were explored by the probing digits. It was almost too much pleasure to bear. Rhea's tongue was aching with it's efforts and she herself approaching her own orgasm. In an effort to bring herself and her friend to the end together she rammed a finger up Claudie's back entrance and pushed forward. It felt like the fingers were meeting. She could actually feel how close they were between the thin wall that separated them.
"I'm coming, love, I'm COMING," and with a gasp of delight, a thin stream of her pearly come flowed down her thighs and into Rhea's waiting mouth. Licking desperately, Rhea drank it all in, not letting one drop of the precious fluid escape her lips. Her own legs had begun the final twitchings and she felt the spasms of her orgasm hurtling through her belly. Then she fell back and in a semi-collapsed state she leaned against the stall of the shower. The warm water streamed caressingly over her face and dripped down over the rising of her breasts.
The dragon was disappearing! It couldn't fight the combination of soap, water and the rubbings of lovemaking. Only a few dots of the glitter remained. And as they too swum off her body a full realization of her freedom dawned on the girl's mind and she started crying.
For a second Claudie stood stunned. She couldn't understand tears at a moment like this, and wondered sadly if perhaps her friend regretted the past few minutes of love. Then she saw the reason, and realized how strained and unhappy they both had been.
She squatted down in the shower beside her friend, and put her arms around her shoulders.
"It's all over baby. Don't be scared any more." She felt so sorry for Rhea. Rhea didn't have a man to go to. There was no one to comfort her but her sister. "How lucky I am to have Stephen," she thought. "He'll always be there to take care of me." Her eyes began to swim as tears of gratitude mingled with Rhea's tears of confusion.
"Come on baby. Let's get dry and dressed. It's a day for celebration, and what we need is some good champagne."
Rhea smiled through her tears, and nodded. The girls got out of the shower and dried, helping each other with their backs.
As soon as they were dressed they went out to get something to eat. The police department had been kind enough to loan them fifty dollars apiece. They could have had plane fare to New York also, but Claudie was happy that it hadn't been necessary. They decided to splurge and spend the rest of their money on a gourmet's meal.
They located a small Italian restaurant in a quiet part of the town and settled down to baked clams, a huge antipasto, and lasagna. The waiter kept their glasses filled with a delicious sparkling burgundy, and by the time they had finished their espresso and cheesecake they were too full to move. Not to mention their giddiness from all the wine.
They sat there for about half an hour, and just thought. Then Claudie looked at the clock, and they both stood up to go.
"The king is dead, long live the king," Rhea said with a drunken smile. "When I get to New York I'm going to get me a man and love him till the day I die."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
They stood out doors at the observation deck, a light breeze rippling through their hair, and waited anxiously for the plane to come in. A lot of men stared at them, and it was easy to understand why. They were beautiful to look at. Young, healthy, and with an aura of sex that hung heavy in the air all around them.
Then they saw it land, and holding each other's hand they ran inside and waited for the passengers to enter.
"Stephen, oh Stephen," she cried, seeing the handsome man approaching. And then she just flew towards him and his strong arms were holding her tight.
"It's all over now baby, don't cry." He took her arm and together they left the crowd of passengers and friends and walked out into the sunshine.
Claudie told him all about it. She told the story coldly, almost like it hadn't happened, and she didn't spare any detail. She wanted to-find out if he really loved her, and this was the only way.
"My poor darling, what you've been through. Listen, honey, we'll go to San Francisco for a week or so, and then hop a plane back to New York. And, if you'll have me, we'll get married. How does that sound?"
Claudie couldn't believe her ears. He wanted to marry her! Despite everything.
"Yes, yes, yes. You're so good Stephen. From now on I'll do anything you want. Anything. I love you."
They went back to the hotel and decided to stay there for the night. In the morning they would catch a plane for California.
Once in the room they embraced. Tenderly they kissed each other, tasting the pleasures of each other's lips. Then Claudie moved her hand to cover his bulging penis. She wanted to make love to him, and it would be different than ever before. She would show him what she had learned, she decided.
They undressed slowly, savoring each other's bodies with their eyes. He was so handsome, and his prick was as big as any she had seen.
She bent down in front of him and took his throbbing organ in her moist mouth. She licked it up and down, tracing the swollen veins with the tip of her tongue. Stephen started to rock forwards and back, as the tingling sensations coursed through his body. He ran his hands through her curling copper hair and tenderly kissed her on the top of her head.
Claudie worked hard. This was her man, the one she had chosen. She sucked hard on the purple head and drew it into her mouth. Then slowly she let her lips cover the rest of his shaft until the entire cock was engorged deep in her throat. Stephen was groaning now and forcing her head down deep onto his prick.
"So good, baby, so good," he murmured, and Claudie responded by taking his balls in her hands and gently massaging them. He was close to coming already and Claudie wanted to make sure that she got a piece of the action.
"Put it in me now," she said, and taking Stephen's hand she led him to the bed.
She lay back and arched her back giving him a view of two lovely full tits just begging to be grabbed. And he had to touch them. With trembling fingers, he ran his hands over her perky nipples, feeling the hard rubbery texture, and then slid them over the firm white fleshy globes. The pressure of his fingers were sending those now familiar itchings dancing through her cunt. She wrapped her legs around one of his, and started rubbing herself against it.
"Bite them," she moaned, and obediently Stephen moved his mouth downwards and softly nibbled on her rosy nipples.
"Harder, hurt me," she begged, and his teeth firmly grasped the rubbery morsels as he bit down with less of the gentleness than before.
"Mmmmmm, sooo good, it's time now. Give it to me."
Stephen covered her body with his, and his legs pushed hers far apart. He slid his pulsating prick between her thighs and slid it into the dewy entrance, then all the way until his cock was buried in creamy wetness of her womb.
"Oooooh, you're so hot inside," he grasped, and pushing hard he drove his machine in and out between the creases of her lips. Cold and hot shivers ran up and down her spine, and before she knew what was happening she felt the painful spasms of an orgasm hitting her hard in the belly.
"Come with me, Stephen," she panted. And Stephen didn't have much choice. With a loud cry he shot his load of burning sperm deep into Claudie's belly. Then he rolled off her and lay back panting.
"Light me a cigarette, will you Claudie," he said when he had recovered his breath. Claudie lit two and passed one to him. "You've grown up a bit, baby," he said, "and I don't think it's a bad thing. But why did you want me to hurt you?"
"I don't know," she said and her voice was sad with confusion.
"Don't worry about it, anyway. You've probably forgotten about how gentle men can be after all you've been through. A few more times together, and everything will be back to normal."
Claudie wondered about it. She was a little worried. There had been something missing in this fuck, something she had gotten used to and learned to enjoy. Maybe it was the violence and the uninhibited freakiness that she had experienced with Marcellus and Sofia. It hurt her to think about it, so she put the thought aside and started to talk about San Francisco.
It would be a lovely vacation, of that she was sure. Warm weather, beautiful scenery, and a good man to give her love to. She couldn't wait. "San Francisco will be my cure," she said to Stephen, and she nestled up to him and laid her head on his broad dark-haired chest.
He held her close and almost felt like crying. He had his baby back and he was going to make up to her all the horrors that she had gone through.
"Let's have dinner in bed," he suggested, and Claudie nodded happily. He called room service and ordered steak and french fries for both of them. Then they settled back under the covers and napped until the food arrived.
When they heard the knock on the door Stephen threw a robe on and opened it. A young, and very handsome youth rolled in the tray, and couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the figure of Claudie under the sheets. Her curves were still very visible, and the hard points of her nipples stood out under the thin material. Stephen didn't notice anything and handed the boy a tip. Then the door closed and they were alone together.
All through the meal Claudie and Stephen chatted pleasantly, about everything but was on their minds.
And it was lucky for Stephen that he didn't know what she was thinking about. Claudie wanted the bell boy!
After the meal Stephen suggested that they go to the airport and pick up some tickets, then maybe take in a movie. Claudie said that she was a bit tired and that perhaps if he went to pick up the tickets alone she would meet him later and then they'd go out.
"Sure, honey. That's a good idea. You get some sleep and I'll give you a ring in a few hours."
He got dressed and walked over to the bed. Claudie was still lying under the blankets, and she smiled up at him as he bent over and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"I'll miss you Claudie," he said, "But, no nonsense now. Get some sleep and when I call you get your ass out of bed and get dressed just as fast as you can."
He left and she heard his footsteps echoing down the hall. Then the elevator came and she heard it's creaking sound as it took Stephen down to the first floor.
Claudie immediately went to the telephone.
"Room service, please," she said to the man at the desk, and when he asked what she wanted she told him that they had finished eating and would they please send someone up to take away the tray.
Claudie didn't believe it even while she was doing it. "What's gotten into me?" she asked herself. She had no self-control, and all she wanted to do was get that handsome young bellboy into her bed. Love wasn't enough. It scared her. She argued to herself that Stephen was too much of responsibility for her, but she knew deep down inside that the lack was hers.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
There was a knock on the door, and Claudie said "come in." The bell boy entered and she got a chance to get a good look at what she wanted.
The boy must have been about sixteen. He was very blond, with ash colored hair, and fair eyebrows, and his bright blue eyes shone as innocently as the sea. He had that athletic build that reminds you of a high school football player. Strong, and a little too tall for the weight. One day he would be a big hulking giant of a man, but right now he looked like a sixteen year old virgin to Claudie.
The boy couldn't take his eyes off of her. He had expected her man to be here too and it embarrassed him to see the obviously naked woman lying under the thin sheet.
"What's your name, dear," she asked gently, afraid to scare away her catch.
"Eric, ma'am, can I get you something else, or shall I just bring the tray downstairs."
"Yes, Eric, I do need something else. I'm all out of matches, you see, and I'm just dying for a smoke." Claudie held an unlit cigarette to her lips and smiled sweetly at Eric. "Cradle robber," she thought to herself, but nothing could help now.
Eric reached into his white jacket and produced some matches. He walked over to the bed and bending over slightly, he lit Claudie's cigarette. Claudie grabbed his wrist and pulled him down so that he was sitting on the bed.
"Tell me, Eric, you're such a good-looking boy, do you have any girlfriends at school. I bet you go out several times a week." Claudie had moved her hand down so that it accidentally brushed Eric's prick. There was an immediate reaction. She felt it stiffen visibly under her fingers. Eric blushed, and tried to move away. He didn't know what this strange woman was after but he sure was getting some good ideas.
"Listen, miss," he said, "I'll get into a mess of trouble if I'm not downstairs in a minute." He was beginning to get worried, and he didn't know what to do about that bulge in his pants.
"If you'll do me a favor, I'll do one for you. And don't worry. I'll tell them that I sent you on some errand."
"What is it you want ma'am," he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Look at me," Claudie ordered. She pushed the covering off and revealed herself to the terrified boy in all her naked beauty. "Come here, and touch my titties. You must have done that before."
His fear was rapidly leaving, and only his ever-growing prick was on his mind. He walked over to the bed as though hypnotized and clumsily placed his hands on Claudie's supple white breast.
"Squeeze the nipples, hard. Ooooh come on, sunshine boy." The boy was learning fast. He was prodding her pink rubbery tips until they felt like bullets, and Claudie's gentle moaning and the movement of her hips were exciting him as much as her.
Eric let his hands leave the burning mounds and run down her hard muscular belly. Oooh, she felt good. Not like those silly girls he'd been seeing on Saturday nights. Would he have a story to tell his friends?
"Lie down Eric, and let me make you erect," Claudie laughed at her own joke like a dirty-minded schoolgirl.
Eric did as he was told. After all, it was her show. Then a strange wet sensation made him sit up quickly. Claudie was licking the tip of his deep red cock, something no one had ever done before, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Claudie pushed him backwards with the palm of her hand, and continued sucking him off.
"Just lay back and enjoy it, darling. You may never get another as good." She was on her hands and knees now, cupping his balls loosely in her hands, and her arched back swirled out into two of the loveliest cheeks Eric had ever imagined existed. Raising himself on an elbow, he let his fingers slide over the smooth round surface, and curiously he pinched the white skin intrigued by the little rosy buds that burst to the surface.
"Harder, Eric, pinch me, bit me," she moaned, and Eric obliged, digging his stubby nails deep into her flesh until she bled freely.
Claudie was smiling at the eager throbbing in Eric's adolescent penis. She knew that he couldn't hold back his orgasm much longer. She sat back on her heels and looked at him. His sturdy body, just a little too thin because of his fast growth, his unusually clear, healthy complexion, and that flaming red prick, already big enough to make any man proud.
"How handsome you are Eric. And very soon you'll be a man. Not a virgin boy any more. The first one on your block."
Claudie knew what to say. "I'll be the first," Eric was thinking to himself. "Let's do it now, huh," he begged. "All right sunshine, climb aboard. She lay on her back and pulled Eric down hard on her so that her entire body was covered. The scratches on her ass hurt and made her wriggle her hip. Taking it as a signal, Eric shoved hard, and gasped with pleasure and amazement as his pulsating organ slid its way deep and effortlessly up to the hilt in Claudie's moist cunt.
"Oh God," the boy gasped. "It's soooo good, I don't believe it. Warm, wet, soft, oh bury me in it," and the wildly thrashing boy pumped his way to his first orgasm, other than the ones he got every night through masturbating.
He pulled out, and lay back on the bed like a gasping fish out of water. His eyes were closed and the bottom of his belly, just above the gold pubic curls, was slightly smeared with a thin layer of his own sperm.
Claudie ran her hands over this hair, feeling the moist yet bristling threads bounce under her finger.
"Go take a shower, like a good boy, and I'll call down and explain where you've been. I wish I could be around when you turn into a man." Then Claudie lay back, lit a cigarette and listened to the sound of water splashing against the glass shower stall and a newly initiated young body.
During the past half hour Claudie's mind had been numb. Her body had been the only part of her that had responded. Now she felt herself filled with shame and fear, and silently she wept into the pillow. She smothered her sobs, not wanting the boy to hear her and wonder why. Why should he bear her burden of guilt. She had changed. She was filled with strange new needs. Why, oh why, she asked herself, did she have to feel pain to enjoy her love-making. It had given her such a thrill to feel Eric's tense fingers burying themselves in her soft, fleshy ass. The skin, even now, felt tender and bruised. Stephen would certainly notice.
"Well Miss, thanks a lot. You're certainly a beautiful lady, and I'll always remember you." Eric was rubbing his golden body briskly with a towel. It made his skin flush and he looked like a Greek god. No. Claudie didn't completely regret her latest experience. She had initiated a baby into the pleasures of love, and had certainly done a better job than any fifteen year old Mary, Susan, or Emma Jane. But how could anyone understand?
The boy slipped into his clothes, and just as he was leaving the telephone rang. Claudie blew him a kiss with her lips, and Eric gently closed the door.
"Oh, Stephen darling, you've just woken me up. You got the tickets? Good. Of course I'll meet you. Say, in forty minutes. Yes. Right in front of the theatre. I've missed you so much, baby." And she meant it.
She slipped on a dress, applied some make-up, and a Second later stepped out into the street.
The sun shone brightly on her copper colored hair, and for a moment she felt the heat sweep through her body, washing away all the evil and leaving only an innocent and sadly abused girl to face life on her own.
"Dear Lord," she prayed, "give me the strength to make my life good. Don't let me hurt Stephen."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Stephen was waiting for her in front of the theatre. He smiled happily when he saw her and held out his arms to embrace her. They kissed hard, savoring each other's tongues, and the soft passion of their lips, then, arm in arm, they walked inside and like a couple of teenagers they necked in the balcony.
The movie let out, and after a snack they made their way back to the hotel. Stephen got a huge "do not disturb sign" and posted it smack in the middle of the door.
"We got all night baby, and I'm not in the mood to be interrupted." Stephen was looking at Claudie hungrily. She sure had changed, and it wasn't for the worse. She had a kind of sex appeal now that she had never had before. She looked like a woman who wanted to get fucked, and did a good job.
Stephen wrapped his arms around her and kissed her tenderly on her full moist lips.
"Harder, baby. Bite my tongue," Claudie begged. Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, was running through her head.
Stephen was confused. How could he hurt her if he loved her? He decided to try it for her sake.
He pushed Claudie down on the bed, and removed her dress. One of his hands held her wrists high above her head, and his teeth roamed all over her body, biting little pink buds of blood on her belly, making big red circles on the white flesh of her breasts, and causing the hard bullet-like nipples to rise high in the air and try to fly from the pain of his sharp nibbling.
Claudie was moaning softly, gratefully. Her legs had begun the ritual thrashing, and her cunt lips were already moist and aching.
"It feels so good baby. Mmmmm, more," and Stephen gave her what she wanted. A particularly painful bite on her tit made her cry out and Stephen slapped her hard across the face. "You wanted this baby now enjoy it. I'll make you appreciate a gentle fuck if I have to kick your tits inside out." He was furious. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt her, and that's what the crazy bitch wanted. He'd teach her a lesson she'd never forget.
Still holding her wrists he brought them down so that they rested on her belly. Then he moved his head lower, so that his hair brushed against the coppery mound that fluffed up over her cunt. First his tongue licked her, caressing all the crevices and swellings of her swollen juicy lips. Then the pointy tool darted deep inside and drops of the creamy fluid trickled down his thirsty throat. It knew just where to go. It pounded against the back walls and traced the grooves on the side. The whole cave was explored as his saliva mixed with the pearly drops of come that her body was producing in floods. He rolled her tiny clit between his lips and her thighs enfolded his head in an effort to swallow him up into her burning womb. Pinching them hard on the sensitive soft white insides she relaxed her headlock with a little cry of pain. Then he bit down hard on her clit, and this time the cry was for real. She screamed. And if he hadn't seen it coming the hotel might have come to her rescue. He clamped his hand down hard over her mouth, and the sound strangled in her throat.
"I'm going to hurt you so much you'll never ask me to again. I love you Claudie, but I can't live with you the way you are. You're going to change, and change fast." He punched her hard in the belly and as her body convulsed he rolled her over.
Then he saw the marks on her ass and he lost his head. He stuffed the sheet in her mouth and slid the belt out of his pants. One after another he laid it across her bitten cheeks, until huge red welts rose up all over her lower back, buttocks, and the tops of her thighs.
The pain was excruciating. At first she twisted, trying desperately to escape from the flood of blows raining from his hands. She was gagging on the cloth jammed in her mouth, and her face was completely bathed in salt tears. Then her body seemed to grow a little numb and all that she felt was a pleasant tingling that crawled up her skin. Her hips started to grind, and she wriggled her ass playfully up to his face.
Stephen had a huge hard-on. He felt as though he were about to burst. His clothes were off in a minute and he clasped his hungry cock hard in one hand. Moving his fingers quickly back and forth, the burning engine swelled even more, turning a fiery purple and red. He knelt down on the bed and let his tongue taste the flowing blood from once white cheeks. Drop by drop, he licked away until only the wide purplish welts were visible. Then he pushed his tongue against the entrance to her brown nut of an asshole. He licked hard and fast, but even his experienced tongue couldn't make much headway into that tight muscle. He decided that it was time to satisfy his prick, which was behaving just like a little kid in the ice cream section of a grocery store. He spread her cheeks wide, completely ignoring the flinching flesh under his angry fingers. Then he placed the huge tip at the entrance and drove in hard. With a yell that even the sheet couldn't entirely muffle, Claudie passed out. It had been just a little too much for even her to bear. Stephen pressed on, unaware of Claudie's condition. Not that he'd have stopped even if he had known. His need to get laid was too great. He rammed himself deep into her bowels, feeling the tight walls giving way and opening up for him as he moved in. It was soft, smooth and wet inside. Not at all like a cunt. Her asshole was so much tighter. It seemed to grab a hold of his prick and squeeze it until he thought he would surely have to come any second. The moist walls let him slide in easily, and with Claudie unconscious, all muscle control was gone. He felt his prick nestling into something warm and soft, and that finished him off. With a choking sob he rammed his way into the hilt and sent stream after stream of burning come deep into her bowels. Then he pulled out, and lay across the bed exhausted. Everything was covered with come. The sheets, Claudie's ass, her cunt, her thighs, his prick and legs, there was even some of the sticky liquid in his hair, and for the love of him he couldn't figure out how it got there.
"Claudie baby, I'm sorry," he whispered softly. There was no response, and suddenly afraid of what he might have done to her, he sat up and looked at the unconscious form.
She didn't seem to be hurt really. Just a little battered around the back and ass. He went into the bathroom and ran the tub half full of coldish water. "That oughta wake her up," he thought, and then he became very sad. "What got into me," he asked himself. "How could I have behaved so brutally."
He walked over to the bed and gently picked Claudie up in his arms. He carried her to the waiting tub, and slowly lowered her limp body into the chilly water. With a gasp and a sudden intake of breath Claudie came back to consciousness.
"Ow, damn it," she groaned and rubbed her painful backside. "What did you do to me?"
"I'm so sorry baby. I must have lost my mind, but when I saw those scratches and marks on you, I just went wild. Don't tell me about it. I don't want to know. Just don't ever let any one but me touch you again. And from what I did to you, you should think twice about me too."
"Don't feel bad, Stephen. It's my fault. You only gave me what I asked for. I'm crazy, Stephen. I don't know what's going to become of me. That was one of the best fucks I ever had, and it was almost all pain."
"We'll work it out together honey. Don't think about it any more. We'll have a lovely rest in San Francisco and then go back home and get married. Everything will work out fine."
"I hope so Stephen. I love you so much, baby. It terrifies me to think of losing you."
They lay in bed for the rest of the night, gently and lovingly making love. It was good, very good, but Claudie still felt as though something were missing. Somehow she had enjoyed herself more earlier that day.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
They had boarded the plane in the morning, as happy as two people on a honeymoon. Before they left the hotel Claudie had been given a card by the desk clerk. It was from Rachel, and gave her New York address. Claudie looked forward to seeing her friend again when the trip was over.
They arrived a little after noon, and registered in a quiet old-fashioned little hotel with a lovely view of the city. Then they went out shopping together and Claudie came back with a whole new wardrobe.
Claudie was trying on her new clothes in front of a full length mirror. It was a pale blue dress, cut very short and very tight, giving a good view of the cleft between her tits.
"Got a few minutes to spare, honey," Stephen asked, smiling.
"Just about enough time for a quickie," Claudie answered with a giggle. She felt about sixteen years old.
"Then take that indecent thing off, and let's get to work. No time to spare, you know."
Claudie slipped the dress up over her head, and Stephen unhooked her bra. She let it slip to the ground and stood there naked, except for a flimsy pair of tight white panties. Stephen slid his hands over her smooth white back, trailing his fingers slowly up her spine. It tickled and she wriggled deliciously. His hands moved forward and he cupped her soft breasts gently feeling their weight as though he were weighing melons. He pinched her nipples lightly and felt them come alive under his fingers. Then his tongue ran up and down the length of her long neck, pausing on its way to leave little red heart shaped hickies in convenient places. Claudie tight lithe body arched into his and he could feel the swell of her buttocks as they pressed into his groin. The pressure made him groan with anticipation and his prick bulged slightly against the tight cloth of his pants. "I'm ready if you are," Claudie giggled. This was fun! Stephen snapped the elastic of her panties against her small waist and laughed when she gave a little cry of pain. That was all the pain he was going to give her this time. He slid the panties down over her legs, stopping on the way to squeeze the sensitive insides of her thighs. In a minute they were off and Claudie was stretched out on the bed.
"I'll be back in a minute, sweetheart. Don't go any where." Then Stephen disappeared into the bathroom. He came out a second later holding a little jar of vaseline in his hands, and he walked over to the bed.
"Spread them legs," he ordered jokingly. And in mock terror Claudie obeyed.
Then he smeared huge globs of the sticky clear jelly all over the entire area of her cunt, sending his covered fingers darting up into her pussy to make sure that it was slippery all over.
"Turn over now, it's time to do the other side," and with a flick of her body Claudie presented a rather bruised looking ass for his inspection.
"God, that thing's in bad condition," he muttered, "how do you expect any one to love you with a backside like that."
"Most of it's your work, you know dear, and if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all." Claudie was a little embarrassed, but she knew that despite the welts she had one lovely bottom. He was just feeling guilty.
Stephen smeared her cheeks with the gooey substance, more in effort to heal the welts than anything else, then he got down to that small tight brown circle that lay sleeping between the two mountains. He liberally dabbed the ointment all over the hole, and then with the same care he had shown her cunt, he inserted two slimy fingers all the way up her rectum and stirred.
"You planning on using both?" Claudie asked, and she certainly didn't seem unhappy about the possibility.
"Always be prepared, my dear. That's my motto. It would interfere with my rhythm if I had to goo it up in the middle of a fuck." Claudie laughed and said she understood his reasoning.
"We'll start off doggy style, so get on your hands and knees. No barking necessary." Claudie quickly did as she was told. Then he mounted her from behind and with one thrust slid all the way into her cunt so that only the hairs below his prick were left showing. His balls jiggled happily as he drove in and out, and moaned with pleasure at the feel of her unbelievably slippery walls. He felt as though he were completely surrounded by wetness, and the rest of his body had no feeling.
Claudie had barely felt him enter, so well greased was she. But the driving shaft made its presence known quickly as it bounced off the very back of her womb, and a sharp cry of delight slipped unexpectedly from her lips. "Oh, it's so good, so good. There's nothing else like it," she groaned between compressed lips, and her thrashing hips agreed completely with what her mouth had said.
"Fill me up darling, and don't ever take it away. Don't be an Indian giver."
Stephen laughed. "All you can do is borrow it baby, that's what makes me a man and you a woman. Be grateful that I'm willing to share." Then he had to stop speaking, because his breath was coming in quick hard gasps. He pulled out suddenly leaving Claudie's gaping cunt hot and empty.
"Stand up," he said. He was afraid that if he hadn't stopped then he would have had to come, and he knew that this girl took a long time to please.
He held her close and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest, letting his hairs tickle her soft skin delightfully. Then his hard rod slid up and down her rounded belly leaving a trail of vaseline wherever it touched, and making an oozy path for him to ride on. His hands slid to her back and molded her cheeks firmly in his strong hands. Then his middle finger, the long one, wandered to the area between her cheeks, and with a sudden dart broke through the tight entrance and climbed up her asshole. The strange pressure made Claudie press tighter against his body, and he leaned over her head and let his lips gently brush past her gold hair. Everything about her smelled so sweet and fresh. He was really in love with this girl, and would do anything to keep her, and to keep her happy.
He positioned Claudie a little differently this time. He made her place her hands on the bed from a standing position, and then raised her to her tip toes. This made his raised prick perfectly level with her back hole, and the nearness tantalized him. He rubbed his engine against her grease-smeared cheeks, completely covering his cock in the oily substance. Then he knocked at the door, and his slippery prick found easy entrance up the tight walls. It was great. The powerful muscle squeezed him so hard he almost came on the spot, but he controlled himself, remembering in time Claudie's need to be satisfied. Claudie was making soft animal noises deep in her throat. Anything she might have been saying was unintelligible, but her grinding ass and the little trickle of white come that squirmed its way out from between her tightly closed thighs told him well enough what she must be feeling. He closed his eyes and rocked himself forward and back, trying to think of something distracting so that he could prolong his staying power. But nothing worked. All he could think of was the great feeling he was having. His powerful tool sliding in and out of that winking brown eye was giving him as much pleasure as her. It was like being buried in warm mud. His cock was moving in and out with loud squishing sounds, and once when he took it out completely there was a loud explosion almost like a shook up soda bottle popping. Then Claudie slid a hand through her legs and between his, enabling her to touch his scrotum. She teased the heavy bags with her fingers, letting them bounce for a while from their own weight, then she grabbed them harder and rubbed the tiny hard egg-shaped objects that lay buried and protected in the middle of the sacs. It finished Stephen off. With a sizzling cry he shoved himself forward one final time, and then with Claudie pressing the spunk from out of his balls, he shot the burning hot sperm deep, deep into her bowels.
"One more time?" Claudie asked playfully, and dazedly he looked up. He thought he had never been more exhausted in his life. It was harder to keep up with this chic than to put in a full day at the office. But, damn it all, this work gave him a lot more satisfaction.
"You're the best lay I ever had. Just think, I'm get ting you for life. I may not live through the next few years. You're enough to give a man a heart condition."
"How about one called 'love,'" she asked, with a smile. He sure made her feel good. Any girl likes to be flattered after all, but she knew now that she was worth all his praise.
"Time for a shower, if you'll help an old man up," he said grinning. "You've ruined me already."
"Well I'm hungry, and if we're going to take showers we better get moving. Otherwise I may pass out with hunger, and who knows what gruesome things you might do to my unconscious body."
"You'd probably love them all, but you're right. If we hurry we can catch a show, and this afternoon we can go around the Haight-Ashbury section, and get a glimpse of the 'better' way of life."
"Don't knock it until you try it, darling," she said happily. She was willing to try anything herself. As long as it was with Stephen.
CHAPTER TWENTY
They had a quiet dinner, that night, in China Town, and then explored the "hippy" section. It seemed a little old, and run down, and definitely overcrowded. What should have been comfortable two-family homes, were broken up into several apartments. But the people in the street fascinated her.
Everyone looked old. Lined beared faces on the men and boys, and even the same lines of suffering and old age on the women. Young boys, scarcely able to grow a beard, were wandering around the streets, their eyes glazed and tired, and their clothes and bodies filthy. "If this is love," Claudie thought," they should start off by loving themselves."
It made her sad to see seventeen year old mothers in ragged clothing carrying babies papoose-style on their backs. Even the babies seemed old and seldom cried. The whole atmosphere was stifling and Stephen suggested that they leave.
"Why don't you go on, darling. I'll meet you back at the hotel in a few hours."
Stephen didn't like the idea of leaving Claudie alone, particularly in Haight-Ashbury, but at Claudie's insistence he agreed.
"I don't trust you, baby, and you know why. You better be back in three hours, and in the same condition you're in now." He spoke half jokingly, but Claudie knew he meant everything he said. She didn't understand herself just why she wanted to stay here, but somehow the hopelessness of the people around her was relaxing.
She had a feeling that something important was going to happen, and she wasn't going to run away.
Stephen left despite his misgivings and Claudie started to walk around on her own. A few men stared listlessly at her when she passed and she thought to herself that this was the safest place in the world she could be. Everyone was on drugs of one kind or another, and no one seemed to care particularly about a very sexy piece of ass that was staring them in the face.
She passed a small coffee shop and realizing that she was thirsty, she went in.
"Lemonade please," she said to a handsome, and thickly bearded man who approached her table. He called the order out to a girl in the back and sat down. "I'm not a waiter, lady, I'm a friend."
Claudie smiled at him, not knowing what else to do, and she thought a little sadly about how incomplete her social education had been. She could handle herself at a party, or in a fifth avenue dress shop, but she was at a loss to know what to say to this young man with such a very frank approach.
"I'm Chay," he said. "What's your name?"
She liked him. She didn't know why. He was about thirty, strongly built and pretty tall. He was very tan and had a huge bush of black hair on his chin, but it looked well on him where it would look sloppy on someone else. His eyes were gray, very calm and very deep. They looked like they were sinking back into his head. They reflected everything he saw clearly, and she could see herself plainly mirrored against the grayness.
"I'm Claudie," she said. Then the waitress brought over her drink.
"What's bothering you girl, cat got your tongue? Or are you shy. You know, I think you're afraid to talk, cause the wrong words might sneak through and you might just say what was on your mind.
"If you don't like me you can leave. I didn't ask you to join me anyway." Claudie was angry, and embarrassed. He had no right to say things like that to her. He didn't even know her.
"Finish your lemonade, and come with me. I'll fix you up at my place. Whatever you need I can give you. Just tell me, cause, believe it or not, I ain't no mind reader." She shouldn't go, she knew she shouldn't, but this was it. She felt something strange and powerful pulling her to this man. She knew he had the answers.
They got up, and left after he paid the bill. They walked a few blocks through the neighborhood and then were in front of his house. It was a particularly rundown looking building, the paint was chipping and the wooden steps leading up to the back entrance were rickety and looked unsafe. He led the way like a billy goat, jumping confidently, two at a time, up the splintered stairs.
"We're home baby. And make yourself ... at home. Its the best place to do it." He laughed, and then quickly stripped, and when Claudie turned around she was greeted with a view she had hardly expected to see so soon.
The man was beautifully built. Tall, strong, with a broad dark-haired chest, and lean hips and waist. His legs were long and graceful, he looked like a runner. And his prick was no disappointment. It hung down limp against his tanned thigh, but it was big and Claudie knew it would get bigger. Already the swollen purplish veins were pounding blood to the tip in anticipation of what was to come.
Claudie smiled. "You're certainly not shy," she said, and a second later her clothes had slid to the floor next to his.
"Not so fast, baby," Chay said. "First we've got to talk, you know, get to know one another. Taking your clothes off is just step one. It helps you think better. But I want to know what your hang-up is. What's bothering you?"
"Well as long as we're playing psychiatrist and patient, here's my story." And Claudie told him, told him everything. She hardly knew why, it was just that she trusted him, and she thought that he'd understand. He accepted everything she said as the gospel truth. He didn't even interrupt to ask a question. And when she was done he smiled.
"So your problem now is how to stop being a pain freak and how to groove on kindness. Right?"
"I guess that about sums it up, Chay. Is there any hope, doctor?" She said it with a laugh, but her eyes were serious and pleading for help.
"Okay. I'll fix you up. But remember, no cops afterward. I'm doing this at your request and I hold you responsible. Agreed?"
"I don't know what you're going to do, but if it might help me, I'm down for it. And I promise not to tell anyone about you."
"Good," Chay said and he walked up to Claudie and punched her in the mouth. "Hold out your hands, girl."
Claudie was staring at him in amazement. A trickle of blood was running down her chin and her mouth was hanging open with shock. Chay repeated his order, and when he raised his hand to hit her again she obeyed. "Is he crazy?" she asked herself. But she had asked him to do whatever he could, and now she had to accept the consequences.
He bound her hands firmly with rope, and pulled her to her feet. Then he shoved his crumpled handkerchief in her mouth.
"When you're in love, pain is a waste of time," Chay said seriously. Then he roughly pushed Claudie back wards and she landed hard on the floor, her legs sprawled out awkwardly. Moving quickly, Chay bound her wrists to thick wood blocks on the bottom of his messy bed, then he left her for a minute alone with her thoughts.
"Meditation time is over babe," he looked down at her. Then he showed her what was in his hands.
"Just a little old tweezers honey. I'm going to pluck you." For a second Claudie didn't understand what he meant, but it was only a second. Then he showed her.
Kneeling on the floor, Chay was in such a position that Claudie couldn't see him. The next thing she knew a jolt of pain shot through her body and made her arch her back in agony. One by one he was plucking her cunt bare. Starting with the dainty copper hairs that covered her mound and then slowly working his way down to the much more sensitive area between her swelling lips, he pulled the hairs out. Nothing had ever hurt her so much before. She was gagging on her sobs, and her face was bathed in tears and no matter which way she twitched her aching body, his cruel hands followed relentlessly. Blood was now streaming from the hurt area, and her womb was died in the red stain pouring endlessly from the torn skin. Her back was arched so high that her heavy breasts were almost falling backwards towards her face. The hard nipples seemed frozen, and stood out bright pink against the palest of pale flesh of her tits. She was literally white with pain. The only color being the sticky red in her lower regions. Some of the fluid had even spread out on her belly making it seem as though her firm stomach was blushing.
Chay was very busy. He slid his hands under her buttocks and raised her pussy higher to afford him a better view. Then carefully he spread her gooey lips and got a good look at the tiny golden hairs that slept peacefully in the area between her cunt and her asshole. He pinched her hard on the ass, and she practically shoved her mound into his face. He paused for a moment, and just looked at his handiwork. Then he set his mouth in a grim line and proceeded to pluck the few hairs in that most sensitive region from out of her writhing body. Claudie passed out.
She woke up to find herself dripping in cold water. Chay was standing over her, with a bitter smile on his handsome face.
"If you promise not to scream I'll take that filthy gag out of your mouth," he said. Claudie nodded her head.
She just lay there stunned for a few moments, gathering her wits together. Chay came over and sat by her side.
"Tell me chic, do you want any more of that?" Chay asked with a smile.
Claudie turned pale, if it was possible for her to become any whiter. "Please, no. No more." She could just about see the beginning of her cunt and with a sob she saw that where there was once a bush of curling copper hair now there was only a mass of bloody naked flesh. "Oh Stephen," she thought, "what are we going to do?"
"I'm going to untie you now, Claudie" Chay said. He bent over the limp form and tugged at the knots. Then Chay was hurtling the air, and Claudie caught a glimpse of another man as he bent over the fallen form of Chay and started to pummel him hard with vicious blows. The new man turned and looked at Claudie. And then Claudie saw who it was. Stephen! How had he found her?
She looked up with glazed eyes as he stooped over her and finished untying the rope around her wrists.
"Oh, baby," he said, and she could hear tears in the back of his throat. Then things started to happen fast. From across the room came a chair, hurtling fast and powerfully through the air. It hit Stephen smack on the head, and he fell over in a crumpled heap.
Somehow, despite the paralyzing pain that wracked her body, she managed to crawl over to Stephen. The back of his head was sticky with blood. "Oh God," she prayed, "let him be all right, punish me but not him."
Chay stumbled over and looked down at the two huddled bodies.
"I'm splitting," he said. "And I'm not coming back here. Put something on and call the cops or an ambulance or something. Remember, you promised to keep me out of this. I was only doing you a favor." Then he put on his clothes and ran out the door and down the steps.
Somehow, Claudie found the strength to get dressed, leave the apartment, and call an ambulance from a telephone booth near the corner. Then she made her painful way back to the house, and waited. She put cold compresses on his head and kept checking his pulse, holding her own breath each time, and terrified that she might not be able to hear his heartbeat or feel the blood pounding through his veins.
"It's me. It's all my fault. He's going to die," she repeated over and over to herself, her mind temporarily gone. She stumbled in to the bathroom, thinking of finding a towel or something to put under his head, and her eyes fell on a bottle of pills. She didn't know what they were and she didn't care, she just started swallowing, and a few minutes later she collapsed on the tile floor, her breathing coming in short hard gasps.
The wailing of a siren was the last thing she remembered before she passed out, and her woozy mind and pain-wracked body were grateful for the relief of unconsciousness.
There was a loud knock on the door, but Claudie was beyond hearing and Stephen had been out for fifteen minutes already and didn't seem about to wake up for a while.
With a loud crack a stocky man wearing a white hospital uniform pushed through the door. It wasn't hard to do. The door was pretty near falling in on it's own.
"Bring a stretcher," he called. And then he saw the bathroom door ajar, and went in to investigate. "Make it two," he yelled again, and he tried to get the slumped body lying against the shower stall on it's feet. The empty bottle lay on the floor, and he snatched it up and put it in his pocket. Then two burly men entered the room and Claudie and Stephen were taken to the waiting ambulance and driven rapidly to the nearest hospital.
That's where Claudie came to about an hour later, and she wished she hadn't. Not only was she sorry just to be alive, but having her stomach pumped by a disinterested intern just finished her misery.
As soon as her life was out of danger, she was wheeled into a quiet ward and put to sleep. The nurse in charge of that ward had looked with disbelief and horror on her brutally treated body. She had done her best to stop any further bleeding from the damaged area, but there was nothing that could be done to make Claudie's cunt in any way resemble what it had looked like just a few hours ago.
The nurse left the roof shaking her head sadly, and thinking that they had a real suicidal psycho on their hands.
"Lord have mercy ... ," she mumbled to herself, and then went to look after her other patients. There was nothing more she could do for this girl, and she wasn't sure if any one could help. But then, she didn't know. She didn't know Claudie's story, and she didn't know that Claudie was cured. She had accepted the last pain and humiliation she would voluntarily ask for. From now on she was out for one thing only. And that was love. And love was Stephen!
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The night passed and Stephen and Claudie both woke up with the sun streaming through their windows ... he in a male ward on one side of the building, and she on the opposite end. All they could think about was each other. Later in the day they were transferred to private rooms, and their loneliness became even more acute.
Stephen had been very unhappy about leaving Claudie alone in that section of the city. There was an alarm system in his body that just wouldn't stop ringing. He followed her around for a while, until she entered the coffee shop. Then he figured everything was all right and that he was just an extremely jealous, paranoid man.
He didn't go back to the hotel. He just walked around for a while, and then that alarm bell started ringing again. There was nothing he could do to stop it, and finally he decided that he just had to put his mind at rest. He walked back to the cafe and she was gone. For some reason that alarmed him. He asked the waitress if she had noticed her, and the girl said that Claudie had left with a guy called Chay. Stephen saw red, but tried to keep calm. He asked the waitress if she knew where Chay lived and the girl told him. She said that they had been friends for a while, and that while Chay was rather freaky, he was really a nice guy. Stephen left fast, and the rest you know. That afternoon when Stephen sneaked over to Claudie's room she learned the truth also.
Claudie had been crying, and her face was swollen and far from pretty. When she saw Stephen sneak in the door though her face lit up like a lamp.
"You're alive, darling, oh thank you, thank you," she cried inarticulately. Stephen came over to the bed and bent down to kiss her face.
"Is it all over Claudie, is it over now for good?" he asked, and she knew what he meant. She just reached out her arms and pulled him down on top of her and started to kiss him like a puppy, all over his face and hands, and down his neck to the top of his hospital gown.
She slid her hands to the back of his neck and with one motion untied the string that held his gown together. Stephen laughed.
"Here, Claudie? In a busy hospital with millions of doctors and nurses, not to mention patients walking around all the time? When you want to get laid, boy there's no stopping you." Stephen let his gown slip to the floor and climbed onto the bed, laying right across Claudie's body. A second later her gown was also lying on the floor and their two naked bodies were glued together with the passion of their powerful embrace.
Stephen ran his hands through her golden hair. His tongue was gliding over her silky neck with the speed of a jet as he tasted the sweetness of her flesh mixed with the slight salty flavor of sweat. He nibbled on the skin, leaving tiny red rosebud shaped marks on the whiteness. Claudie moaned softly and raised her legs.
Slowly, teasing and exciting her all the way, he let his hands slide down her throat and nestle in the crevice between her tits. Then, like modeling clay, he molded the soft flesh between his strong fingers, making the hard pink buds on the tip jut in the air like twin rescue flares. He licked them delicately, his tongue making small circles around the rosy bullets, and then he sucked hard, drawing the pinkish-brown surrounding area deep into his moist mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Claudie moaned. "I love it. I love you. Swallow me up. Pull my tit into your mouth."
His cheeks bulged as his mouth filled with flesh, and Claudie's legs spread wide with desire. Without thinking, he slid his hand down to her cunt, and his shocked fingers drew back immediately. Where he had expected to clutch a mound of crisp pubic hair, his hands had touched nothing but bare skin. Then he remembered and sat up quickly.
"Don't think about it Stephen. Please don't. It's all over. That was the last time. I promise you darling," Claudie begged. She felt desperate, and embarrassed. She realized how sick she had been and she could only hope that this last time Stephen would forgive her. "It will never happen again," she said, tears in her voice.
Stephen smiled at her, and softly kissed her cheek. "I hope so baby. It would all be worth while to know that you're better." Then he stood up and took a good look at Claudie's cunt.
The whole mound was swollen and red, where the hairs had so painfully been plucked out. But it had a strange affect on him. It made her look like a little girl, maybe twelve years old, and he found the thought very appealing. And he had never seen a naked pussy before. It was amazing. Every swelling was visible. He could see the thick wet lips and the hard pink bud of her clit plainly. The dark shadows of her cleft intrigued him and he ran his fingers through the moist crevice curiously. She reacted immediately by clasping her thighs tightly together, as though she were trying to hold his hand in place. He forced her legs open and spread them wide, to afford him a better view. Then he pushed his head into the wet, hungry mound and let his probing tongue search out the crack between those hot tender lips. He pulled each lips apart, and then jammed his pointed tongue deep into the hotly flowing pool. Claudie cried out her pleasure and shoved her ass forward. He could hardly breathe. His nose, mouth, and even his chin was entirely covered by the throbbing wet vault. It had never felt so good before. Every exposed line and swelling was titillated by hard stroking oral tool. He darted in and out, ramming his tongue all the way up that hole, and making Claudie squirm like a fish on a hook. She could feel her legs thrashing, and felt herself helpless to stop them. He was rolling her hard little button of a clit between his lips, and the magnificent tinglings that shot through her body pushed her over the edge. Biting hard on her pillow, she tried to stifle her cries of joy, and the first steaming white lava started to run through her cunt and down her white thighs. Stephen drank greedily. It was his victory. Every drop of that precious fluid that her body could produce he licked up like an anteater. Then he drove his tongue in greedily, searching for any drops that might have escaped. He licked her cunt dry, then her thighs. The taste was delicious. Slightly salty, with a musky odor that reminded him of some very sexy perfumes. "I could live on it," he sighed, and Claudie smiled happily. Once they were married he could have every night for dinner, and she would be perfectly satisfied.
He shoved two fingers up the dripping hole, and Claudie felt the same horny need reappear. Stephen laughed with delight, as her strong slender legs tried to crush the two fingers in a powerful grip. Her cunt was contracting. It was amazing what the walls could do. They could stretch out loosely, so that a prick could slide in easily, barely feeling the surrounding walls. And when in the mood, they could contract so tightly that they practically squeezed a man's come right out of his prick.
"Time for a quickie," he said. "We better make it fast, before we get caught."
Claudie happily spread her legs. "Come on in. The water's fine," she said, and just to show him how warm the water was, she slipped her own index finger right up her cunt and stirred. Then she held the sticky finger out for Stephen to sniff, and he greedily pulled it into his mouth and sucked all the juices off.
"Waste not, want not," he said. Then he moved his throbbing purple tip into the entrance and swished it around a little, letting it pick up the moisture still clinging to the sweet fleshy lips. It felt so good. For both of them. His prick was now lubricated and ready to go. He moved it in slowly, savoring the wet engulfing feeling, and letting Claudie do most of the work. She pressed down hard with her hips, and the tight walls inch by inch swallowed the massive bulk until nothing was left visible but his dark curling hairs and the two big balls that dangled helplessly against his legs. It was like a boa constrictor eating an animal. He felt himself being digested by the hard contractions, and he loved it.
Claudie's legs had climbed up his back and were now dangling high over his shoulders. He looked down and watched curiously. He could actually see himself fucking. He could see his red swollen prick slip out of the spreading hole, and then thrust it's way easily past the entrance and bury itself deep in her belly. The rise of her mound was lightly coated with creamy moisture, and his own prick and even the hairs underneath were also beginning to drip with the liquid. Watching, he could feel his breath coming harder, and a slight sharp pain began to throb in his belly. He moved faster now, making his shots count. Claudie's eyes were closed and she was silently enjoying her pleasure. Her hips had picked up the rhythm set by his body and they moving together timed perfectly like a well oiled machine. Then they started to peak together.
"Good, good, good, so wet," Stephen was mumbling any words that came into his head. He was pounding now, and his once slowly measured rhythm had become wild thrashing. The bed was practically creaking with the unexpected activity, and his ass was jogging up and down like a helium-inflated balloon.
Claudie was making soft moaning noises between tightly clenched lips. Her head was thrown back, and she was grasping her own hard nipples between her trembling fingers. As the angry cock reamed out her insides she squeezed hard on her rosy buds, and the pressure on both ends of her body finally brought her over the edge. With a muffled shriek she came, her legs thrashing about wildly, and her sensual mouth agape with pleasure. Stephen could wait no longer, and with an exhausted cry drove his shaft forward for the last time, bathing her cunt walls with stream after stream of his burning spunk. Then he collapsed on her limp body, and they lay there quietly for a moment catching their breath.
"Well, I see you're feeling better," said a cheerful voice behind them. With a start Stephen sat up and looked panicky around him. There was a smiling nurse, dressed in her crisp white uniform just gazing down at them both with a smile on her pleasant face.
"Just what the doctor prescribed, I'm sure," she said, and giggled a little. "Get your ass out of that bed and get back to your room before a less understanding person walks in. I just don't know what the youth of today are coming to." Then she turned around and left them.
Stephen was a bit embarrassed. He wondered just how much she had seen. "Well, anyway, we put on a good show," he said to Claudie, and they both laughed. Then the got dressed, and Stephen left, leaving a sadly crumpled bed as evidence of their pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
They were released from the hospital the next day, and they decided to cut their vacation short. That same night they boarded a plane and headed back for New York.
They stayed that night in Claudie's old apartment. There was so much to be as they were planning to get married in only one month. That night Claudie wired an invitation to the wedding to all her friends and sent one especially to her aunt in Delaware. She wondered if that sharp old lady would have anything bright to say about her marriage. A sweet young country girl marrying the rich man in the city sounded like a dream come true. If only her aunt could know about the part that had been all nightmare.
They were especially tender and loving that night. Stephen was so happy at the change in Claudie that he smothered her with kisses. They were at the first stages of heavy necking when the phone rang. It was Rhea.
"I've been trying to reach you for a few days," she said to Claudie. "What's been happening?"
"It's to long a story to go into on the phone," Claudie answered. "But where are you now. Can you come over. Stephen wants to meet you very badly, and I would love to see you."
"I'm with a friend, a male friend," Rhea answered, and Claudie could here a deep voice talking to Rhea on the other end of the phone. "Bring him too," Claudie said loudly, and the man obviously heard because Claudie heard him say, "why not," to Rhea and then get on the phone himself.
"Hi Claudie, I'm Alex. Listen, if you people aren't planning anything special tonight maybe we could all go out to dinner together. Rhea's told me a lot about you, and I'd really like to meet you too. You see Rhea and I are going to be married next month." Claudie congratulated him and was really very happy. She wanted Rhea to know the love that she was experiencing for the first time with Stephen, and she thought that all Rhea really needed was a good man to make her a happy and fulfilled woman.
They made plans to meet at Claudie's apartment later that night, and after they hung up Claudie and Stephen took up where they had left off.
A few hours later the bell rang and Claudie got up to answer it. She was dressed in a dull red evening dress, long and low cut, with a blue velvet ribbon running under her bust. She looked especially pretty, if that was the word.
The two girls hugged like long lost friends and silly sentimental tears started trickling down their faces.
Stephen smiled and shook hands with Alex, then after the girls had pulled themselves away from each other, they introduced themselves to Claudie and Rhea.
Alex was very handsome. He had a full black beard that covered the bottom half of his face, and sparkling black eyes that seemed to take in everything with a playful good humor. He had large, high cheek bones, and his face looked like that of a Slavic gypsy. He was also built very well, being of average height with a strong, wiry body. Rhea squeezed herself between his broad shoulders and looked at Claudie.
"This is My man," she said with pride. "We're two very lucky young ladies."
Claudie agreed and they all went in to the living room for drinks. They sat around and talked for a while, but their eyes kept wandering. Rhea kept looking over at Stephen, and he was certainly not ignoring the beautiful girl, and Claudie and Alex seemed to be hitting it off together real well. It was becoming a little embarrassing, and Claudie as hostess decided that she'd make a suggestion.
"Listen. We're all about to become old marrieds, and I think we deserve a last fling. And there's no one I'd rather share Stephen with than Rhea, anyway. Why don't we make tonight the farewell to our old way of life, and then start fresh?"
"You always had great ideas Claudie, and if you don't mind I'm certainly game. What do our innocent boy friends have to say about that offer?" Rhea turned hopefully to Alex and was relieved to see him smiling at Claudie.
"Just so long as we don't forget who we're going to marry," Alex said, "I can't think of a more delightful way to spend the evening.
"You've just made me love you ten times more, Claudie," Stephen said. He walked over and kissed Claudie full on the lips, and then did the same to Rhea. His kiss with Rhea was lasting a long time and Alex was getting lonely. He walked over to Claudie and started kissing her on the throat.
Claudie was uncomfortable, so she slid to floor, pulling Alex down alongside of her. They continued their kiss without interruption his lips now moving to her shell-shaped ear, and he gently licked the rim. When he darted his tongue into the depths Claudie moved her hands down to the bulge between his legs. She was hot already, and it was only a few hours passed since she and Stephen had made love together.
Stephen and Rhea were occupying the couch, and Claudie could hear their panting breath echoed in the breathing of herself and Alex. She had her fingers on his fly and had slipped her hand in between the open slit of material. He wore no underwear, and she could feel his hard erection as it forced it's way into her palm. With slow long movements, she let her fingers jack him off. She loved the feel of his skin as it slid through her fingers, and she lovingly held the swollen reddish head, feeling it grow even larger in her hand. Alex had unzipped her dress and his hands were now exploring her beautifully shaped tits. Experimentally he pinched the nipples, and smiled as he felt them grow large and hard under the pressure. "She's really a horny chic," he thought, and decided to make a special effort to please her.
"Stand up, everyone," Alex said. And when the three surprised people stood facing him he told them what he wanted.
"We'll all turn our backs and undress. Then the two girls will parade around a bit for so we can have a chance to compare our purchases."
Rhea and Claudie giggled. They both knew what the other girl looked like, and they knew that the men were in for a treat.
The two girls were entirely naked now, and they walked to the center of the room for inspection. They smiled at each other, and decided to give the men a show they'd never forget.
Claudie reached out and touched Rhea's large breast tentatively. When Rhea smiled, she decided to show them what to girls in love could do with their time.
Claudie knelt down and started playing with the curling reddish hair that covered Rhea's cunt in a bristling bush. She wound the tendrils through her fingers, and Rhea leaned her hips in to show Claudia that she was ready. Claudie fingered the quickly moistening lips, and was rewarded with a gentle sigh of pleasure that worked it's way through Rhea's throat. They made a strange and beautiful couple. Rhea stood there proud, with her thick reddish bush jutting out and her large lush titties bouncing heavily with her gaspy breath. And Claudie's copper head of hair blended in with the other's mound to make a brilliant sunset of color. Claudie's patch was still bare of hair. And her gentle curves and baby smooth skin did little to dispel the image of a teenager in rut. Her breasts were hills compared to Rhea's mountains, but they fit together perfectly.
Then Claudie's hard pointy tongue darted out from between her smiling lips and lightly reamed the red gash between Rhea's cunt lips. Caught up in the sensations, Rhea grasped Claudie's head and pushing her hips forward at the same time, she jammed the other girl's face deep into her grinding pussy. Claudie's nose was buried in the sweet moist cavern, and she could smell the musky aroma of the girl's come.
Her tongue was dancing along the walls and she felt her own body burning with need. She let one hand drop down between her leg and massaged her own clit into hard rosy life. The men were staring at the sight presented to their unbelieving eyes. It was making Alex horny and he was racing the veins on his swelling prick with a growing desire. Stephen was rubbing his balls with one hand and hadn't taken his eyes off the two fucking female forms.
The two girls were lying on the floor now, doing what is commonly called a sixty-nine. Claudie's head was tucked tightly between Rhea's thighs and vice versa.
And both the girls were really enjoying themselves. They reached out their hands and clasped each others wrists as if to hold on for dear life.
"Look mom, no hands," said Stephen, and his voice was getting an angry edge to it. He was jealous. Plain and simple. If any body should be eating out Claudie's cunt, it should be him. What the hell!
He strolled over to the two entwined girls, and lay down, his belly facing Rhea's smooth arched back. His irritation made him cruel, and with no warning he pried apart the girl's cheeks, and drove his ready shaft deep into her bowels. "I'm going to bury my prick in your shit," he said, and he pushed deeper and deeper past the contracted walls until his prick head dove into something warm and soft.
Rhea was sobbing gently, but not for one instant had she stopped working on Claudie's clit. Claudie herself didn't even know what was happening. So intent was she on her own pleasure. But as Stephen's cock was working it's way in and out of Rhea's stretching anus, Claudie could sense a change in lickings. Where before she had been delicately tracing the cleft between Claudie's fat lips, she was now darting her strong tongue in and out so fast that it felt almost like a penis. It felt so good, Claudie's mouth opened with her moaning. Then it was filled. Alex had walked over to her and shoved his own burning engine into the moist mouth that had just seconds ago been licking Rhea's twat.
"Rhea's busy enough," he said by way of explanation, but no explanation was necessary. Hungry for cock swallowed it greedily. She carefully kept her teeth from hurting it, but she nibbled on the head with fervor, growling a little, like a cat that's playing lion.
She couldn't move in any direction even if she had wanted to. Rhea had her by the clit, and was biting a little too hard for pure comfort's sake, and Alex was pushing her back with the pressure of his prick driving down her wet and waiting throat.
Rhea was the first to go. With a little shriek she let go of Claudie's cunt, and pressed her ass back hard until she was impaled on Stephen's hard ivory rod. Then she rotated her hips so fast that Alex laughed.
"She's a girl scout, and she's trying to start a fire," he said, and then cut his own words short with a quick little moan. "God," he thought, "Claudie can really give one dynamite blow job."
Rhea's thmshings were bringing Stephen to his peak. His shovings became harder and more painful, and the poor girl wondered in her mixed pleasure and pain, if she'd ever be able to have a solid shit again. She was crying now, tears of confusion joy, and Stephen needed only that sound to finish him off. With a yell like an Indian he drove deep one last time, and washed her burning bowels out with a flood of spunk.
At the same instant Claudie felt herself gagging on the thick creamy come that was pulsating down her throat. She swallowed it gratefully, and milked him dry, feeling her own thighs grow sticky with her overflowing cunt. They had all come together. Four people joined together in love and orgasm.
Then they marched off to the shower, and all four of them squeezed in and washed each other's backs, etc.
After the shower they had their drinks, the ones that they had planned to have over an hour ago. They had become good friends, and there was no bad feeling left between any of them. But Stephen in particular, realized that he needed Claudie for him alone, and that he didn't want to share the most precious possession in his life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Almost a year had passed, and Claudie was working at her old job in Stephen's office. Their marriage had been beautiful. She had somehow managed to look like a sweet young virgin in her long white wedding gown, and afterwards they had spent a delicious week in the Bahamas, just soaking up the sun.
She was busy typing out some inventories, when Stephen walked in. He walked up to her and pulled her to her feet.
"Hey baby, what do you say to going out to lunch with me."
"You know I never go out with strange men. My husband is a very jealous man." She said this cutely, meanwhile her hands were rumpling up the front of his pants.
"Any way, darling, I've got something to tell you at lunch," she said. "And you may need a few stiff drinks afterwards."
"Don't tell me. You're running off with another man."
"No darling, but it's something equally traumatic."
"Well let's go out now, then. You've got me all worked up, and bursting with curiosity, as one of your girl friends would say."
Claudie slipped on her coat and they walked to a quiet little restaurant that specialized in seafood and martinis.
Then they sat down, and Claudie ordered a double for Stephen before he even opened his mouth.
"You'll need it," she said, when he started protesting, and anyway, I've got to take the afternoon off."
"Why, Claudie? What the hell is happening." Stephen was getting worried.
"I'm going to the doctor's honey. And we're going to have a baby." Stephen spilled his drink all over the table and himself, then he jumped up and went over to her. He hugged her so hard she thought she'd break, and for ths second time she saw tears in his eyes.
"You're making me so happy baby, I just don't know what to say." Stephen was glowing, and the glow didn't fade all through lunch.
After lunch he and Claudie went around shopping for all kinds of little things you might need in a nursery, and he walked her to her doctor's.
I've got everything in life I need now. You most of all. Believe it or not, I'm going to be a family man. Thank you, honey, thank you, so much.
