The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that make February days in the east so depressing. Christine looked out of her bedroom window and onto the back campus of the fashionable eastern boarding school she was forced to attend since her parents had been killed in an accident two years ago. Until that time she had been completely happy in the local high school in the small, but friendly farming community in Southeastern Pennsylvania. Although she was less than three hundred miles from her hometown she found the locale of the school far from cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did not replace the grain fields, green lawns, plentiful foliage which she could enjoy when she looked out of her bedroom window at home.
Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents death she had been living with an aunt and uncle who were her legal guardians until she reached twenty-one. They had control of the insurance money, which would have actually left her quite well off, and decided that it would be best, to send her away to school. Christine was certain that they were going to make sure that she never got any of the money even when she did reach the legal age, and that was why she was being sent away to school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had children of their own and what did they know about a young girl's feelings and needs. They just wanted her out of the way!
Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This thought brightened her spirits considerably. She was being allowed to bring her boyfriend home for the two weeks since his parents were on an extended cruise of the Caribbean. Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! The restrictions placed on all the boarding students at the school made it almost impossible to have a normal dating relationship. She was seventeen. Jimmy was eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night kiss after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the school. The dormitory mother was always there watching disapprovingly as if it were a sordid, dirty thing to show any sort of affection. "Public display of affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into the girls' heads from the first day they arrived at the school. If you were caught in what the faculty considered a "compromising situation"--such as holding hands, you were campused for a week for "Socializing". It seemed that they were so afraid that one of the girls would get in trouble, and this alone stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the boys and girls.
Until she had been sent away to school she had always been allowed to date freely. Her parents trusted her and with her strict Methodist upbringing a girl just didn't let things get out of hand. She valued her virginity and planned to save it for her future husband, but a good-night kiss was far from going "all the way", as her generation put it.
Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed his kisses, brief caresses, and found herself longing for more, but she had always kept herself in check--or at least the school rules had!
Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with Jimmy. Even though it would be under the supervision of her aunt and uncle, it would be far more relaxed than the strict, unreasonable school regulations.
Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the chapel bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. She walked slowly across the street to the main building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before she went to her French class.
* * *
The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus rolled down the forest lined mountain roads Christine felt a new exhilaration and an unexplainable apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.
"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.
"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going to be like to spend a whole two weeks with you--without the school's regulations and eyes staring at us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or because we had to."
"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I would never do anything to hurt you. Now relax."
She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, picturing the rolling green lawns, the trees in the backyard and smiled to herself. This was going to be a good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a beautiful girl, he thought. His eyes wandered over the full length of her body.
The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to conceal the already ripe body of a woman.
The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal the slight cleavage of her already full ample breasts, too full for a seventeen year old.
The material clung tightly around her midriff accentuating the firm, round globes, the small waist and the fullness of her hips. Her legs were long and slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!
The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver called out "Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her and shook her gently to wake her up. His arm brushed against the firm fullness of her breasts and sent a chill through his body and settled in his loins.
Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled at him and said, "Well, here we are!" She got out of her seat to make room for Jimmy and reached for a small bag on the overhead rack. As she stretched she gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh which showed between her nylons and her garter belt.
Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the slight bulge which was about to show through his tailored slacks. He reached up to help her with the bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm sunshine of Southern Pennsylvania.
She looked around the small station until she spotted her Aunt Helen and Uncle Roger. After hurried introductions, they piled into the station wagon and headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and understanding, but her uncle was a different story. She felt uneasy when she was alone in a room with him. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel completely naked and defenseless. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her behind or across her chest as he pretended to reach for something. She just didn't trust him, and today was no different. She could feel his eyes burning right through the material of her summer dress. His stare was so obvious that she wondered why her aunt hadn't noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, trusting and completely oblivious to things going on around her!
Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe now he will keep his hands to himself and stop those awful, degrading looks. He just makes me feel dirty.
She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the car moved along through the residential section of town to the country. The sweet smell of trees budding, grass growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed Jimmy's hand. He returned her affectionate squeeze and gave her a quick smile.
He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she thought. But he was trying desperately to control the flood of emotion he was feeling. Here he was, away from the school for a whole two weeks with one of the loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, holding her hand, and finally they would have a chance to be alone. He could feel the tightening grow between his legs and feel his penis straining against its confines.
I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried to force himself to look at the scenery and think of something else ... anything else! He wanted her desperately! Too desperately!
They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint farmhouse, the kind you see on the postcards of the Pennsylvania Dutch country. The hex signs were freshly painted on the side of the barn which was a contrast to the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the side of the car.
"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's been a puppy!"
Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.
"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. "You women can make us all something to eat, I'm starved."
Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to the second floor of the house. He was hoping that Christine would have shown him to his room. At least then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her properly.
Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, we do have a lot of time ahead of us.
Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to virtually gulp her food so that there would be time after dinner to show Jimmy around the farm. She glanced across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him, she thought to herself. Tonight will be the first time we've been alone since I've known him.
Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made her feel that he could sense what she was thinking. It made her skin begin to crawl and she turned her head away from his knowing gaze.
The moon was bright as they walked across the yard toward the barn. Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've ever seen you."
She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, gnawing at her very being, and she knew that she had to have this desire satisfied. She stood very still, looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, tight fit of the dress and he could see the tautness of the flesh of her ribs as it strained against the material and accentuated the enormous, proud thrust of her breasts.
She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs rippling in sinuous hollows.
He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was unable to move and could only wait for her to come to him. He could feel his penis, hot and pulsing, forming a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt helpless against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab her and take her right there on the barn floor raced through his entire body. He was aware only of her, a movement of firm, beautiful flesh towards him and the enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of his loins.
She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately, breathing heavily. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" Her answer was a low, animal-like moan, throaty and promising. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against her so that their cheeks caressed, as the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his erection. With a feeling of despair that they were two people rather than one, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth, flawless flesh of her upper back until it was hidden in the confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained her body against him. His hands moved on down over and around the softness of her flesh until they were cupping her buttocks in a sensual ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, crushing her against his penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained into him, then she relaxed and her buttocks expanded fully into his hands.
"You love me?" he whispered.
Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the pressure was so great that when she kissed him his lips were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly breathe.
"I love you," she whispered softly.
His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her hips and the resilient firmness of her thighs. His fingers began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She moaned quietly under his persistent touch and pulled him downward to the hay covered floor. His fingers found the tight elastic of her leg-band and gently, but persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her body. She wriggled under his touch, knowing that she should stop him but straining her body toward his fingers at the same time. Slowly he tugged at the brief panties until she lay completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.
His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight confines of his trousers. Reluctantly he released one hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his passion seemed to become unbearable and his swollen penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards his belly as he released it.
"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not now. I can't ... I can't...." Christine moaned softly, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away from his thick, warm staff as it jerked upwards. It sent a desire through her that she had never felt before. They had necked and petted, but it had never gotten this far. She had felt the stiffness of his manhood through his trousers, but she had never seen it and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had grown to in his excitement.
Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, round buttocks towards him. She reached behind him and pulled him towards her until she could feel the hardness and the jerking of his cock against her stomach.
Once more he let his hands wander down towards the intimate crease of her vagina and slowly began to finger the pubic mound, searching for the tiny hair-lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard little clitoris which he had read about in sex books and he massaged it gently while Christine moaned and writhed her body furiously under his touch.
"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly as she let her own hands drop down to caress his throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around the frustrated penis. The agony was unbearable and he finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina and forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm channel. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.
"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to do it slower."
But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to her plea and continued the punishing movement of his fingers, more quickly and powerfully. She could feel the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as her vagina began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was afraid that he could puncture the virginity that she had so highly and carefully protected. She tried to push him away, but the weight of his body prevented her from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly clenched fists. He felt that he could not wait, he was about to cum and he wanted to ram his denied prick deep into her belly. He had to have her and have her now!
Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat until he was not sure whether he was really hurting her that badly or whether it was some choking passion. With a great effort he slowed his rhythm of finger fucking and tried to force her over on her back so that he could take her as she should be taken.
"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, darling, we must save it!"
Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced her backward until she lay completely open, exposed and vulnerable. His penis was about to burst as his hands went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers away from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could totally impale her with his maleness. She tried to tighten her grip around the jerking flesh as he pulled back away from her touch, but she could feel her fingers slowly losing their grip.
As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his penis leave her grip, he gasped, "Damn ... damn it! I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a sudden bursting and sticky substance cover the palm of her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of his prick as they relaxed and contracted, shooting forth his sperm into her hand and onto the barn floor, and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out of her hand.
Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a sudden he felt embarrassed and ashamed ... ashamed of the fact that he might have raped her and now that his pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a certain extent, he did not know what to say.
She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties were at her ankles and she looked at him ... or looked through him with almost unseeing eyes, he was not sure which.
"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.
"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen again, Jimmy. We came too close this time."
He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had gone this far, the next time there would be no stopping. He sensed that she knew it too, but these were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and straightened her rumpled skirt as much as possible and got to her feet.
"We'd better get back to the house before they become suspicious," she whispered, and kissed him wetly on the cheek.
As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow across the doorway. When she looked up she saw who was standing there ... her uncle! I wonder how long he's been outside?
Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but grabbed Jimmy's hand and walked straight to the house.
* * *
Christine went straight to her room after again kissing Jimmy lightly on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were in the opposite end of the big house--away from her aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to have her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being away from the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her feel so uneasy, she just didn't trust him.
She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes thinking about her experience with Jimmy in the barn. She had never felt a desire grow so strong. The unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her legs and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let Jimmy take her right then and there. They were in love, she rationalized, so it wouldn't have been so bad ... people in love were supposed to feel like this.
Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, voluptuous curves of her body. Her full, white breasts were still taut from the passionate caresses of her lover--or rather, would-be lover. She played with the hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand even more erect and she pinched them between her fingers until they ached with a strange all-pervading desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her breasts so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her hands. The caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention was directed towards the softness of her thighs, and the maddening tingle which burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly against the soft pulsing lips of her vagina.
She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her dress up over her thighs until the white strips of satin covered elastic which held her stockings taut were exposed. She raised them gently away from the softness of her leg and let them fall back with a faint, exciting snap onto her bare skin. She raised herself off the bed and quickly pushed aside the crotch band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her vagina. She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her fingers along the warm, moist slit down between her legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing orifice where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently to receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless moan, she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on the wall next to her bed, keeping her thighs well apart. She stared down, watching with undisguised fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
She moistened her lips again and she could feel her heart begin to pound furiously as her eyes were glazed and staring unseeing at the ceiling.
She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink flesh stand up boldly. Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing vagina, working its way insistently deeply into the warm, moist cavern.
She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex experiences at school which had been so frustrating because of the close watch they kept on the girls and her urge to be satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now racing in and out of her vagina as she fingered herself with rising passion and desire. She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins down upon the intruding, but maddening fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled ... now! If only that were possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her ... why ... why. She let herself be carried away on a tide of remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the tempo of her fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.
She panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented vagina building wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the wall, and she delved even more furiously into the tight pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, bruising the taut throbbing bud ... pinching ... pinching!
Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split second on the brink of orgasm.
She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, eclipsing contractions as she felt herself suddenly explode inside! She had never reached a climax before and she let herself writhe in complete and utter abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion bubbling around deep inside her.
She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the well of her vagina. The lips closed silently, gratefully together as the last of her passion juices seeped wetly between her fingers.
She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after moments of her masturbation, and her fingers rested lightly on the hard mound of her pubic hair, playing softly with the intimate curls between her legs.
Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw a thin robe carelessly around her shoulders and walked to the bathroom, still in a sex-satisfied daze. She stared at her self in the full length mirror in the bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. She did not have the body of the average seventeen year old, she was much fuller, much more rounded, like that of a full grown woman, yet without the telltale wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, completely without blemish.
Since she was alone in this part of the house, she didn't bother to close the bathroom door and the overhead light from the hallway gave her a better view of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, as though she were the first woman to ever experience such a climax and she swayed slightly as if to make-believe music as she looked and admired herself in the mirror. She was so enthralled with her movements and her new awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open at the far end of the hall and close quietly behind another person ... a man! She turned on the shower and bent to feel the water temperature before hopping in. The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so that she could watch herself as she washed, except for the slight steam from the hot water.
The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind the open door so that he could see her in the shower, but she couldn't see him!
His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he gloated silently to himself ... wait for a few minutes and you will have complete satisfaction as you take this lovely, virginal girl. The thought of being inside her made it almost impossible for him to control himself, but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash herself, as if she were preparing herself for the sacrifice!
He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent to soap her legs. She had long, full buttocks, very slender at the start under the slim waist, billowing out like a sail in the wind and rounding into perfect, round thighs. Her rear looked deep and enticing, the buttocks jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to reveal the darker point of her tiny almost concealed anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.
She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was remarkable! It wasn't often you got such a perfect woman. Her breasts were high and full, white mounds of firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a board. She moved around a little more and he saw the light muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her pubic mound and the intimate folds of her vagina. His penis jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry--long-bodied, long-legged. She had delicately strong features and she reminded him of the first young girl he had ever had years ago, and now she would be had again! Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! He was certain of that!
He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his giant penis, stiff and throbbing and stroked it reflectively. Should he rush in and take her there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor the anticipation. He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He would wait. He took a last look at the long statue of silky, living flesh and ducked down the hall into one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to come out of the shower.
He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the first man to penetrate her virginal body. He reflected on the scene he had witnessed in the barn between her and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away trying to save her virginity--but tonight, he would have her! He could just picture the look on her face as he would go toward her--the fear, the horror and the utter uselessness her struggles would be against him and his massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her breasts until she wanted to scream out in pain and finally he would push his pulsing, gigantic prick up to the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that thin membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged for him to stop. He could hardly wait for her to come out of the bathroom. His passion was at a fever pitch and his loins ached in anticipation. He had waited a long time to get at his niece and now the time had arrived.
It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower turned off and her voice as she sang quietly to herself. Proud bitch, he thought to himself. Well, you won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm going to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else--especially that pious boyfriend of yours--will even want to look at you. Your body will be so bruised from passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's sunlight. These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't dare tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and too ashamed! He laughed lewdly at this thought. This was going to be a night to remember.
She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her body. She could still feel a slight tingle between her legs and in the tightness of her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted to go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate again, but put this thought out of her mind. Am I turning into a sex-starved fiend, she mused and blushed softly! She had managed to fight down her desire in the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands and fingers and had protected her precious virginity. That was all that really mattered anyway!
Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to her bedroom, strutting like a peacock, stretching her body with each step. She locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked sensual body out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat straight up. She had a feeling that someone was watching her! She looked around the room and called out softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" When no answer came, she rationalized that it was just her guilty conscience and lay back on the pillow once again. Then she saw a movement! Her closet door was flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She wanted to scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat and nothing but a dry, helpless rasp came out. "Hello, Christine," he laughed with an unmistakable gleam in his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? Your boyfriend, perhaps?"
She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an effort to cover her nakedness, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring every part of her soft, nude body.
Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think clearly, but the only things in her mind were her fear of her uncle, her hatred of him and her love for Jimmy.
"So you've been having a little affair with your boyfriend, have you? He's got class, hasn't he? Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You liked that, didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I saw the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"
His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the look of fear that was frozen on her pretty face. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of terror that were starting, and he moved closer to her.
"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag you! I've watched you for a long time and now I'm going to have you ... break you in right. I'll teach you a few things and some new tricks that you can go back and teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed menacingly as his hand reached out and grabbed one of her breasts cruelly.
"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin anywhere on your body. What do you think of that?"
She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed hard across her face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight.
She turned towards him, the color drained from her face, the fight for composure lost in a second, everything given away.
His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a razor. He was not going to show her any mercy, she was sure of that!
"What has been going on between you two? What else besides what I saw in the barn tonight?" His voice had risen to a roar.
"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a second blow from his hand something snapped inside her. Her fear for this brute had continued so long that it was either going to be pent-up inside forever, or it would break into rebellion now!
"We love each other," she hurled back at him.
"Well, well--so you're in love. I wonder how much he will love you after I'm through with you?" He laughed cruelly again, almost spitting out the terrible words at her.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her throat he let his other roam lustfully over the curves of her breasts, pinching her already sore nipples and over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers slowly, teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, running towards her knees on the outside of her leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body stiffened under his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't let him do this to me, she thought, but she knew that it was already too late.
She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his massive prick sticking stiffly out from underneath his cotton pajamas. He was huge! His gigantic manhood was jerking up against his belly, the head was red and throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, "You like it? Be patient ... you shall have it shortly. You shall have it everywhere!"
He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He wanted to rape her, to sink his penis into her, submit her painfully to him. He wanted to humiliate her in a way that would really bite deep so that she couldn't possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover between her legs.
He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he had imagined it from the brief spying in the shower. Without effort he pinioned her to the bed and stripped feverishly at his own clothing.
She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost closed, and her face bruised and aching from where he had slapped her. She knew he was going to take her and the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak to move, too feeble to resist.
He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes crazy. His penis was taut, throbbing. It looked like an enormous bud bursting into blossom on the end of a thick, woody stem.
She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but he was having the time of his life sadistically taunting her this way. Once again, his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and pinching mercilessly while his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair between her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly through the soft down spreading the lips of her cringing pussy until he found the flesh of her clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up involuntarily from the obscene teasing.
"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She could say nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation rippled through her body.
His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers searched for the tight, virginal slit of her vagina. He found it and pushed and prodded at the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in slowly ... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger slipped wetly into the moist, warm cavern between her legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling tight around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, trying to force the juices of love from her. It was a natural reaction and he wanted her to be completely wet and open when he did ram it into her. Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. They would hardly fit she was so tight. God, she's going to be a good screw, he thought lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around and around inside her stretching cunt. She could not get away from him. She wanted to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought of his huge penis, penetrating her. His two fingers were too big for her to take--what in the world would she do when he finally did impale her with that monster protruding out from his belly!
With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, he could feel a shudder run through her whole body and hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the jelly-like surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right up to the high arch deep inside where it ran into her cervix.
She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he held her fast, and, at one furious point, he steadied her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps snap the top half of her from the bottom at that brittle junction. He moved forward and pinned her writhing body tightly down into the squeaking mattress.
Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet she felt that she had to at least try to protect herself. The weight of his body over her and the pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all but useless and she could feel his strong erection as it jerked against the flesh of the inside of her thigh. She knew that he was going to take her ... now! His breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed uncle.
She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between her thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight back the urge to be sick. She felt it probing, slipping at her between his guiding fingers. It felt massive ... entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.
God, it's impossible ... it won't fit ... it can't go in ... it's impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts were racing through her mind she could feel him slowly, agonizingly slowly forcing his way into the tight, unyielding hole. She could sense her body screeching in every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away her precious virginity.
Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a raw sensitive wound being both soothed and stimulated by an alien pressure which was a result of his depraved cruel attack.
A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, exploding from his mouth and resounding from what seemed to be every corner of the room. She wasn't sure whether the noises were entirely his or whether she was screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.
Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of her womb. Then, with one gigantic effort he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. His lust-starved prick flooded into her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and deeper into and through the thin membrane of her maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the roundness of her buttocks. He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down between her spread thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, hurt her, make her pay for having such a young, innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a long time and now he was taking her. His head flopped forward and he placed his hands convulsively on the girl's shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. He drew them with savoring deliberation down her back and held her waist for a second and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back against his onrush and held his prick inside her to its fullest extent while he revolved his hips around and around, scraping the tender, aching walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh ... nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I can't stand it." She groaned, the pain almost too much for her to bear. Her virginity had been split wide asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent girl of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her fucking into her like a stallion gone mad.
Her own uncle....
She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could feel herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as his huge penis battered deeper and deeper into her belly.
He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing prick, moist along its whole length from her involuntary secretions and a slight trickling of blood as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the ragged pink edges of her flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again like the lips of a child sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy sucker. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep throated groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, bruising her buttocks with his loins at every inthrust, clasping her thighs and crushing them back at every withdrawal.
The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread her thighs further apart, unaware that she was lying a dead weight under his punishment. He flattened her body even further into the mattress with the weight of his arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial offering of the virgin to some fleshy God. She was a source of pleasure on which he could vent his every sexual whim. His head tingled and his penis throbbed and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of power with her body helpless beneath him like this and he lunged at her open crotch with all the strength of his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force from her screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to lose his whole body, the whole of his loins in her belly.
He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from her mouth each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of another with each pile driving entry he made into the elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.
He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his penis as he screwed his hips against her and he could feel the solid, dammed-up weight of the flood-tide building in his loins.
He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back and forth, sweat running into his eyes. He was grunting like a pig as he continued the inhuman battering against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and harder at her until she was buffeted forward against the headboard and she moaned with pain with every movement. He felt his punishing prick, his impaling phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the skin of her back and with every forward surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying testicles.
He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, his passion soaring to a fever pitch. There was no holding himself back now, he had to empty himself completely inside this young helpless girl ... this young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl on top of for so many years. He could feel her begin to regain her consciousness and her body begin to squirm under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her movements incited him more and he thrust harder between her wide-spread thighs, ramming his cock up inside her into the deepest, secret recesses of her belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from holding back, until he could stand it no longer. His whole body shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring flood of hot, white semen broke loose and rushed into her in boiling profusion through his thick, hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging torrent of thick white cream.
Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him erupting inside her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into the hidden corners of her vagina and filling her belly almost to the bursting point with the hot, slippery liquid.
Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to make me pregnant! The thought flickered half consciously through her dazed and tortured mind. She tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the slightest hope of escape now and there was nothing left but to lie passively beneath him as he throbbed the remaining store of his passion deep up inside her.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate humiliation, her uncle grunted and slipped his cock wetly out from between her thighs letting it lie for a long minute against the inner softness of her leg. She could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face and in her dazed state of mind finding herself hoping he had had enough and would steal away quietly to leave her alone in her misery and shame.
But, he did not move and the horrible realization that perhaps it had all just begun brought a quiver of fear through her battered and ravished body.
Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and all the honor she possessed enough?
CHAPTER 2
Christine thought that she would not be able to bear the pain of this horrible rape any longer without going completely insane. The searing fire that was burning deep in her belly could not be extinguished and she wished with all her heart that she could slip into the welcome darkness of death. There was nothing else left now.
She rolled slightly on her side trying to force her uncle's weight off of her. He slid to her side, but didn't release the hold that he had around her waist.
She tried to struggle, but her stomach was still tight with pain and his grip was too strong.
"Please stop now," she whimpered. "You've done what you wanted with me, I'm no good for anyone else, now, please leave me alone." Her pleas fell on deaf ears and she heard her uncle utter a low sadistic chuckle.
"Now, now, my darling little niece. We haven't finished our little fun yet. I've waited a long time to get into that proud little pussy of yours and now I want everything you've got to offer ... right now ... tonight!" He hissed down at her, his hot stale breath causing the poor terrorized girl to turn her head to the side to blot out the unpleasantness and the horrible, depraved leer on his face. Tears began to stream down her face again in an uncontrollable flood of self-pity and shame. She found herself wondering how long it would go on and what other sick indignities he had in mind for her. Although now ... now what did it matter ... what did anything matter ... she was ruined ... ruined forever ... nothing could be worse than that.
Her body lay still now in a dazed stupor, too hurt and shamed to offer the slightest resistance even as she felt herself being rolled over on the bed by his harsh calloused hands. His hot weight dropped on her back, his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass of soft jelly.
She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's penis once more, this time jerking against the crease of her buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm muscles of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he smoothed her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to twist away from him, not yet aware of what he was going to do.
She felt a dull discomfort between her buttocks and she shuddered against him, but made no other movement, as if she realized the futility of opposition.
He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of her buttocks. It was hot between them and the flesh was a little wet and clinging from his sperm. His fingers began to explore the tight, puckered skin around the tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, the lewd, obscene thought that he was going to sodomize her, ram his thickening penis right up her virgin rectum. Oh God, oh God, ran helplessly through her mind. She could not move. He drew aside the buttocks like two halves of a soft fruit. She tried to tense her soft cheeks together again, but he tore at them with brutal determination and she was forced to give up her struggle.
"You're going to just love this, my little one," he laughed lecherously, savoring the idea of further punishment to her already tortured body. He leaned back slightly so he could see the crinkled ring of tender flesh around the tiny, smooth lips of her anus. He sucked in his breath and dug at it menacingly with his middle finger. She cried out as he scratched the rubbery opening with his nail and then tried to push her body further into the bed to avoid this painful and degrading probing.
He felt the warmth of her anus as the tight hole closed around his finger up to the first knuckle and his whole hand squeezed in vice-like pressure on her closed buttocks. He slapped the white orbs of flesh gleefully with his free hand making her cry out as dark flushes of angry color shadowed her bottom. He caught her by the nape of the neck and squeezed savagely with his thumb and forefinger.
"Relax," he rasped. "Open up your ass or I'll break your fucking neck!" Her buttock muscles were tightening involuntarily against his degrading intrusion.
She gasped and pleaded with him in low excitations of pain as he felt her body relax slightly and go limp, to be used as he desired!
He moved his finger deeper into the tight little hole causing her to cry out again, but she checked her tension half-way as she felt the increasing pressure of his fingers on her neck.
He moved his finger further and further into her rectum, scraping the side with his nail in cruel, painful delight. He continued unmercifully, increasing his force and roughness and delighting in it every moment.
She began to move her behind like a small frightened animal, trying to escape but getting pinioned more and more by the exertion of its struggle.
She could think of nothing but the pain as his fingers delved and scraped at the anal lining and the flesh seemed to be tearing away from the rest of her body.
She was sobbing uncontrollably now, in pain and in humiliation. Her pleas only seemed to encourage further indecencies from her uncle and now she knew that this would be a long night of terror and horror from which she would never recover as long as she lived.
Her uncle looked down at her writhing body and his penis jerked against the inside of her thighs, throbbing lustfully once more. This was the way he'd destroy her ... by ravishing her virginal anus ... that would humiliate her most and that was what he wanted to do. She had put him off all this time and now the proud little bitch was going to pay for it!
His penis felt like a swollen bruise, as if it were doing him some physical harm not to shove it into her and every moment's hesitation was a specialized piece of torture.
He removed his fingers from her behind and held his penis in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as though he would cum any moment. Gently he pulled the foreskin back revealing the bright red head, glistening and shiny.
He tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her buttocks back against his thickened, demanding prick. It rode starkly against the intimate crease of her behind and ground against her for several seconds, and his fingers finally directing his staff at the small round target which he had already stretched experimentally. The knob of his prick prodded without any distinct feeling for a few moments, just the tightness of the entry.
He gritted his teeth, holding her waist in a pulverizing grip, pushing her down into the bed, punishing the bottom that reared up and billowed out towards his eyes. She had a beautiful little ass, he thought wildly. She was beautiful but he'd ruin her, make her his through sheer humiliation and power. She would never forget this night as long as she lived.
He jerked into her with long, hip-thrusting stabs which made him bite his lips at the sensation. He could feel her anus clasping the tip of his prick now, pressing against it and he could feel her legs flailing out on either side trying to avoid his impalement.
"Ooooohhhhh ... uuugggghhhh!" A long moan of pain burst from her lips and her body thrashed wildly under his, completely pinioned and helpless. She gnashed her teeth in pain as he pressed deeper down the back passage until half of the length of his prick was inside her.
She bucked her bottom up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she moved at him he rammed it further into her until the complete shaft of his penis was buried deep inside the tight, unused passage.
"What would your precious Jimmy think of you now," he grunted through his panting breath. "How do you like it in your ass, Chrissie?" he hissed, his eyes blazing in sadistic fury.
"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned beneath him, his lewd, depraved taunts searing into her brain.
When he rammed in, his foreskin was pulled painfully back in a sharp blaze of stabbing pain, and as he withdrew to the tip, her rectum seemed to drag at his powerful rod as if hating to let it retreat.
She had never thought of such humiliation. She would never be able to look Jimmy or anyone else in the face again.
Her buttocks were thrust up at his and she could feel the heat of his body against her thighs as her body was joined to his through her unused, virginal back passage.
He rammed in and out of her, working at her without thought for the pain, mental and physical, that she was suffering.
She thought dully that she would rather be dead. She felt the salt of her tears on her lips as her mouth opened in a involuntary gasp. Every time he smashed his phallus into her there was a confusion of pain, as if she were being impaled on some enormous, sharp stake.
It seemed as if his massive organ was right up to her belly, tearing her insides to pieces, as if suddenly he would tear some part of her and in a flare of pain and light and shame, she would sink into death. She felt completely degraded as she heard his gasps, his muttered obscenities as he continued to batter her in cruel delight. She coughed into the pillow, sure that she would be sick at any moment and wishing that he would finish and stop his crude impalement.
He was in a delirium, a crazy, hating grin was forcing his lips back away from his teeth. She was completely subjugated to him, completely in his power. He knew this because she has lost the power of thought except for the raping, the plunder of the pain at her anus, her stretched yielding anus. The pain, the sensation he was inflicting was the only reality for her at the moment.
He jammed his penis into the softening moistening cavity, destroying her, annihilating her with every stroke. This was what she asked for, walking around with that pert little ass, so righteous and holy. He knew that she would always remember this, remember him, indelibly and this is what he wanted.
His penis was a weight of sensation, heavy and charged with a squeezing agony of rapture. He could hardly bear the thought that he was so deep in her rectum, destroying her and providing him with this sadistic ecstasy. He wished that he could go on for ever and ever, but he could feel the pressure building up in his prick and he knew that he would cum soon ... cum in that tight ass of hers. A flush was burning his face, his thighs and his whole being was throbbing.
Christine groaned and writhed beneath the wild abandon of his thrusts, knowing that her struggles only made it worse and goaded him into a greater strength of purpose. Her mind was blank and her thoughts would not come. There was nothing but a great all enfolding blackness around her--the blackness and the pain that drummed into her backside with each buttock-flattened lurch he made into her. She involuntarily squirmed her behind attempting to ease the pain and pressure knowing at the same time that it would only hasten his vile flood of semen deep up into her rectum. The movement helped and mistaking it for the surrender of her body to his violent love-making she could hear her uncle's voice hissing lewd words of encouragement wetly against the back of her neck: "That's it, baby, twist that thing ... Screw it back ... tighten it ... Oooooh God, yes that's it ... that's it...."
And she did! She wanted it over, she wanted it finished and gradually she could feel herself without feeling clasping and unclasping the tight elastic ring of her anus around the hardness of his pistoning cock in rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her buttocks.
Why not! Why not! drummed ceaselessly through her tortured brain. This is what he wants, this is what they all want. I'll give it to them! I'll give it to them!
And then the dam burst inside her. The pain, the helplessness of her position, the lewd fucking he had given her a few moments before were all too much. Her mind and body snapped!
"Oooooh God, go ahead! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!" She lurched crazily back against him. Screwing the soft rounded cheeks of her ass hard back against his driving pelvis. A fire sparked in her belly erupting like an explosion--driving all thoughts of rape, shame, and the fact that the crude, sweating male fucking into her from behind was her own uncle. Her own movements to end it had betrayed her and her body was no longer her body, her rectum was no longer her rectum. They all belonged to someone else, someone she didn't know, someone over whom she had no control!
"Oooooh God, NO, NO, I can't, I can't let it happen!" Her whimpers droned piteously down into the mattress, her teeth clenched tightly together in a vain, hopeless attempt to quell the holocaust of involuntary desire suddenly raging out of control down between her legs. Her last thoughts of faithfulness to Jimmy were jarred from her by the lewd, obscene words of her uncle grunting wetly down into the softness of her hair from behind.
"I knew you'd like it, baby, I knew you'd like a little cock from your old uncle. How about it, baby, don'cha?"
The very lewdness of his words coupled with the hot grunt passion smashed the last vestiges of her pride from her mind and body.
"Oh God, yessss!" she hissed, her buttocks squirming back against him now as though she were a maniac. She couldn't get enough, she couldn't get it deep enough! She wanted more! More! More!
"What'dya want, baby," he taunted, slowing his strokes to a maddening, teasing rhythm.
"I want IT! I want IT!" she whimpered, the words rolling shamelessly from her mouth.
"What, and where? What do ya want, my hot little innocent niece?" A sneer of conquest was apparent in his words as he continued the tormenting of the now fully aroused girl.
"Your cock! I want your cock fucking me in the ass! Hard! Harder, PLEASE ... PLEASE ... OH GOD, DO IT HARDER!"
A lewd grin of victory crossed lustfully over his lips, his cock palpitating like a beating drum. His loins were feverish, his whole body swelling with a sense of obscene triumph. He muttered, the breath coming from his lips in hard laboring gasps as he hammered harder and harder into her rectum. He could feel his cock growing on the verge of ejaculation and this would be the ultimate victory to feel his hot boiling sperm shooting deep down into her young tender asshole where no man may ever tread again. This was his triumph ... the subjugation of this young, proud bitch who had lorded her body over him like she was too good for anything for so many years. But now ... now he owned her. He possessed her virginal young body and she was nothing more now than a fleshy receptacle for his passion and lust and he had turned her as much animal as he was. There was no holding either of them back now.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted her passion out beneath his pounding body, the juices of passion rising like a flood-tide deep in the well of her belly.
And suddenly it was there--there for both of them!
"Ooooo ooooo ohhhhh, baby ... yes yessss ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming in that tight little ass of yours!"
Christine bucked and writhed beneath her uncle like a wounded wild animal in the last throes of death, feeling a sudden jerking of his throbbing cock deep up inside her belly as he pumped his hot liquid sperm far, far up into the hidden recesses of her rectum. At the same time, spurred by the flooding release of his passion cascading through her body she could feel the fire of exploding lust erupting deep down in the secret corners of her own loins. Corners she never knew existed, corners she had never felt before. Her body shook, her nerves quivered and with a wild scream of sudden cataclysmic release she burst! Burst inside like a thousand roman candles going off at once in gentle curving arches of blinding flashes of color and light that lifted her from the earth and then crushed her to the ground again!
Their bodies quivered uncontrollably together for a few long, long moments and then her uncle collapsed over the limp, aching curves of her back. Christine lay still, the shame of what she had done and the humiliation of the knowledge that her own body had betrayed her--and betrayed her to her own uncle--seeping slowly back into her mind. She didn't dare move or open her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of looking at him. She could never look at him again. It would always bring back the horrible, depraved memory of what he had done--or, rather what they had done. She had been as much a part of it as he had at the end and she could never forget that. She had betrayed herself, Jimmy, and all the things really that she had ever held sacred. Nothing could ever be the same again.
Later, he rolled limply from her body without saying a word. She could hear him fumbling with his pajamas by the bed and knew that he was looking down at her. She had the urge to reach down and pull the sheet up over her to cover herself from his sight but couldn't find the strength. Instead, she lay just as he had left her, flat on her stomach, with her legs still spread obscenely out on the mattress.
In a moment when he had finished dressing he bent over the bed and touched her, causing a shiver of revulsion to run the length of her battered body.
"You were a nice fuck, little niece. We'll have to try that again soon. Real soon," he chuckled. She was aware of the sound of the door opening and closing and that was all. Sleep came rapidly, a deep but tortured sleep in which the entire world was beset by nothing but hideous, ravaging monsters.
CHAPTER 3
The next few weeks were lived in dread, afraid that somehow Jimmy would find out of her horrible experience with her uncle and stop seeing her. She had not been able to really look him in the eyes since that night and she knew that he realized that something was wrong. He was trying to be patient with her and kept apologizing for actions in the barn the first night of vacation.
Poor Jimmy, she thought. He is blaming himself for something that he thinks he did, when I wish that it had been him. She knew that she had been uneasy, but she was worried as well as ashamed for she hadn't been feeling well and she lived in the fear that she was pregnant from that terrible night. Her attitude towards sex had changed radically and Jimmy wondered what had caused her sudden change and willingness, not knowing that she was going to try to get him to break his promise and finally sleep with her. She couldn't bear the thought of carrying her uncle's baby ... maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if she found out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be sure whose it was and it would be easier to take. Her mind was cluttered with every thought from running away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion ... but then she wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, after all, it was a shock to her complete system and maybe this was the problem.
Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was over and she would be free for the summer. She had written to her aunt explaining that she had been offered a job at a summer camp in the Adirondacks as a counselor so she wouldn't be coming home. She couldn't stand the thought of looking at her uncle. She could still visualize his wicked, leering looks in her sleep and she knew that it would be a long time before she would be able to sleep peacefully and forget--if ever.
* * *
Jimmy stood on the platform of the train station and waved goodbye to her as the coaches slowly pulled out. He couldn't figure out what had happened or what had gone wrong, she just said that she was going away for the summer and that she would write to him and let him know where she was.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked back and saw the forlorn, lost looking figure standing there. She knew that she hadn't been completely fair with Jimmy, but what else could she do. She had made a doctor's appointment by phone from the school, using a fictitious name, a Mrs., of course and soon she would know the truth whatever it may be. She didn't want Jimmy to worry unnecessarily but the anguish she was going through was like an albatross around her neck. She couldn't eat or sleep properly and the only thing that she could think about was: What if I'm pregnant? What can I do. It would be a relief to know one way or the other. She was sure that the uncertainty was worse than what the actual outcome would be. If she wasn't pregnant she would look for a job ... maybe she even could get a position as a counselor, but if she were ... what would she do then?
The train ride seemed to take forever and she grew more and more depressed as she watched the telephone poles along the side of the track so stark and so nothing. That's what I'm like right now, she thought ... nothing. But, finally the train began to slow to a stop and she had arrived in Penn Station, New York City.
She hailed a cab and gave the address of a cheap West Side hotel which bore a garish sign "Transients Welcome".
The grayness of the building and the rundown condition made it far from luxuriously, but this was to be her home for the next few days at least, and maybe for the remainder of the summer.
The desk clerk showed her to her room after collecting the "$25.00 a week in advance, lady," and she fell onto the bed in nervous exhaustion.
She had only been sleeping a few hours when someone knocked at her door. A woman of about thirty stood there, stared at her for a moment and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess the girl who used to have this room has moved." She started to walk down the hall then turned back. "If you need any help in getting organized in this flea trap they call a hotel, let me know. You look like you may be in need of a friend. I'm in the room at the end of the hall if you feel like talking."
"Thanks, I may take you up on that, it's my first trip to the big city as they say."
Now that she was awake, she freshened her makeup, adding just a touch more than she usually did. After all, she had to look like a married woman, not a girl of seventeen. She looked in the mirror, not really satisfied with the results, but they would have to do.
Nervously, she dialed the phone and waited while it rang seven or eight times. She was about to hang up when a voice answered, "Dr. Patrick's office."
"Yes," she stammered. "This is Mrs. Bradley, I called you a few days ago for an appointment, I just want to confirm it."
"Certainly, Mrs. Bradley, be here at 9 a.m. tomorrow, right?"
"Right, I'll be there."
Darn, she thought. I was sure that I was to go today, I'm not sure that I can stand another day of waiting and not knowing. She walked down the hall to the door where the other woman said she was staying and knocked.
"Hi, I'm Christine and I'm going to take you up on that offer for a kind word and friendly conversation."
Christine noticed that the woman, who introduced herself as Elaine Singer had probably at one time been a very attractive woman. Now her face was caked with too much makeup, her perfume was heady and cheap smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very snugly.
Oh well, she thought. She may not be the image of a Vogue model, but she may be a friend.
The conversation was rather stilted at first but after a half hour they were gabbing like old friends. Christine told her that she had come to New York from school and was going to look for a job in a few days, but she had some personal matters to take care of first.
Elaine seemed to sense that something was definitely troubling her and finally came right out and asked her, "Are you in some sort of trouble. You look pretty scared and you're awfully young to be running around the city alone. If I can help, just ask me, I know a lot of people in this town and maybe we can solve whatever it is. Let's go have a drink and talk some more, I'll introduce you to the local, friendly neighborhood tavern."
The two went out into the cool evening air and walked to a small, dingy-looking bar on West 48th Street, just a short distance from the theatre district.
"Shorty," she said to the bartender, who was a fat, greasy looking man, "I'd like you to meet new one to the neighborhood ... Christine."
He nodded slightly, grunted something that sounded like, "Nice to know you" and asked them what they wanted to drink.
"How 'bout two tequilas? Okay with you, Chris?"
She had never had much experience with liquor, except for the occasional beer or wine at a party, but she didn't want to appear too young, so she nodded in agreement. A very few drinks later she could feel her head beginning to spin, she felt dizzy, like she wanted to lie down, and before she knew it she had spilled out her whole horrible story to her new-found friend.
Elaine listened intently, weighing each word and nodding at the appropriate times.
"Well, sweetie," she said, "I have this friend of mine who is a doctor of sorts and I'm sure that I can arrange for him to see you tonight if you're all that upset. At least this way you'll know. Besides, even if you are, he can take care of that too ... for a small fee, of course."
Christine nodded her head silently in agreement. The effect of the tequila had made any thought of further delay impossible. Elaine walked to the phone to call her "friend". Her friend was Sam Price ... part-time "doctor", part-time gambler, and all-time racketeer. He controlled the largest call girl ring in the city, most of the dope peddling and was a willing "fence" for stolen property ... mainly young innocent and inexperienced girls like Christine.
"Can I bring her over tonight, Sam?" Elaine whispered into the phone. "I think you'll like this one! If I feed her a few more tequilas and slip her one of 'Dr. Price's' famous pills, she'll be calm as a cucumber and just dying for your attention."
"All right, Elaine. If you really think she's that good. If I like her, you'll get your usual fee, plus the right to watch the initiation. I swear, I don't know why you get such a charge of seeing a new girl inducted into my services!" He chuckled softly and hung the receiver back in the cradle.
Christine was very well inebriated as Elaine guided her gingerly to a taxi for the short ride to Sam Price's place of business. She weaved against Elaine, faltering with each step and her head felt very heavy.
"I'm not sure I can make it," she murmured through her stupor.
"Sure you can, sweetie. Just hang on tight and we'll be there in no time."
As the cab swung around the corner to Sixth Avenue, Christine felt a strange sensation surging through her body. She felt warm, but that could just be the whisky, she rationalized. However, it wasn't just a warm feeling, it was a slow ache, a burning beginning to build up in her loins. She wanted to put her hand underneath her skirt and feel the flesh of her thighs and run her fingers over her most intimate part. She hadn't felt this desire since that night she had masturbated herself after she left Jimmy in the barn. This was crazy, she thought, but the desire was becoming stronger.
Elaine glanced sideways at her in the cab and she knew that her pill was beginning to take effect. God, she's going to be hot by the time I get her to good old Sam. He's really going to enjoy this one. Hope to heaven she's not pregnant, because then we can use her in the ranks right away. Otherwise it will be a few weeks ... but those are the breaks.
Finally the driver pulled up in front of an old, dilapidated building in the West 90's and said, "Here you are lady. Hope your friend feels better, she sure don't look too good right now. Shouldn't drink so much if you can't handle it."
Elaine nodded, paid him the fare and steered Christine through the ground entrance way and to the back of the building.
Sam Price met them at the door, smiled at Elaine a knowing, appreciative smile and then turned to Christine.
He looked almost like a real doctor in his white jacket. He kept it around for just such occasions. Actually, he had taken a quick "cram course" from another "doctor", so he really could tell her whether or not she was pregnant, and take care of it if she were, but this was not his main purpose.
He patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well there. I understand that you think you may have a little problem. Let's have a look ... just relax now and everything will be all right."
She could feel this gnawing ache becoming stronger and stronger in her loins and she almost wished that he would hurry with his examination. She was burning with a strange all-consuming desire and she wanted to be touched!
"Take your clothes off and get on the couch and we'll see," he told her--a cold clinical detachment in his voice.
She hesitated for a moment, but Elaine reassured her that everything would be all right, that she would be right there so to go ahead and do as the "Doctor" said.
"I'm ready, doctor," she managed to stammer.
He turned and faced this young girl lying on his couch, naked, waiting to see if she was pregnant. He moved over and stood beside her, looking down at her naked voluptuous body.
He let out a low whistle and turned to Elaine. "You were right, she is a beauty. Just a few more minutes and she'll be so hot that she'll beg me to let her have it."
She could hear only parts of the conversation between him and Elaine, because the tequila, plus the pill she had been slipped were just about going full strength. All she knew was that her vagina was pounding, aching to be touched, fingered and she unconsciously let her hand wander to the junction of her thighs. It was as though the others had disappeared completely. Musingly, she began to play with the soft pubic mound, gently pulling at the thin blonde hair and letting her fingers play gingerly with the lips of her vagina. Sam and Elaine watched her display intently, smiling knowingly at each other.
"She's had it now, Sam. I told you the pill would do it," the older woman grinned lasciviously at him. "She'll be the best screw you've had in a long time."
Her body was stretched out limply, but beautiful and vulnerable. She was so young and so innocent-looking lying there that Sam could not hold back any longer and his hands reached down to touch the soft, supple skin of her belly.
"Go ahead, Sam, make her really squirm for it," Elaine said huskily, her breath coming faster. He felt her stomach, gently, the soft flesh yielding to his touch and then he felt it a little more firmly. He looked down at her breasts, bulbous and taut like round white balloons in a gleaming skin with their dimpled, erect nipples. He placed his hand expertly in her vagina, feeling her involuntary withdrawal.
"It's all right ... just relax," he said, a strange obscene lust burning in his eyes.
She wanted to relax, but she also wanted to thrust her hips upward against his probing fingers. He was going through all the right preliminaries just as any real doctor would do, savoring the moment when she would be out of her mind with desire and begging him to fuck her.
Her vagina was moist and her eyes were fixed on his face as if it were a magnet, and she moaned softly.
"Have you had any sickness," he asked in a very professional manner, all the time manipulating his fingers deep in her vagina, knowing that it was driving her out of her mind.
"No," she whispered huskily. "None at all, really."
"Pull your legs up a little," he said.
She obeyed him automatically and he buried his fingers ever deeper into the tight confines of her womb. He could feel the walls of her cunt close around his fingers and her breath was coming more rapidly. She realized that she was becoming uncontrollably excited and she didn't want him to ever take his fingers out of her, even though she knew she should stop him right now before she lost complete control. But Elaine's soft comforting voice floated to her. "It's all right, dear, he's just a doctor."
Finally, knowing that he was torturing her beyond all her capacity to resist, he slowly withdrew his hand from her smooth, wet vagina.
"I think you are mistaken," he said heavily, for he, too, was becoming excited with the thought of having this young thing under his command. "You're not pregnant."
She breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Elaine with a crazy relaxed smile on her face as she tried to raise herself from the couch. Through the misty haze that was clouding her vision, she saw Elaine standing alongside the doctor, holding something in her hand. She blinked to clear the picture and realized that they were straps. She lay back, still in her stupor and wishing that he hadn't finished his "examination" so quickly, she felt unfulfilled and once more she let her hands unconsciously feel the intimate crease between her legs. Everything had suddenly become so unreal ... so faraway. There was nothing but the warm, soft tingle between her legs.
The two onlookers chuckled softly and she stared at them not knowing what to do, or even whether or not she could do anything even if she wanted to. Suddenly she felt the leather of the straps on her wrists, pulling her hands away from her vagina and strapping them to the side of the couch.
"W-w-whhhaat?" she stammered and tried to jerk at the confines, but it was too late. She was really too weak to fight, but something deep inside her warned her that there was something unnatural about to happen. Her body, however, ached and longed for attention. She wondered, looking at the doctor ... I wonder how big his prick is. God, I've never felt this way before ... I actually want a hard, demanding prick in me, fucking me, making me cum 'till I can't stand it. She writhed beneath the firm hold of the leather and the two others watched her sensual moves lustfully.
Slowly the man called Sam began to take off his clothes and he could see her watching him, fascinated. He stripped off every stitch and he could feel the cool night air touch all over his body as a breeze blew in from the window. His penis was at half-mast, but it began to rise to full glorious height as he moved toward her. He stood directly in back of her head, letting his veined and throbbing phallus jerk sensually just over her mouth. She watched it, completely in a trance as it bounced up against his stomach. It looked so huge, but she wanted to reach out and touch it, as if to make sure it was real.
She directed her pleas back to the doctor who was about to climb up on the couch with her. He leaned forward slightly and placed his rampant prick in the cleft formed by her breasts so that her warm flesh seemed to kiss it lightly with her warmth.
He crushed her breasts with his hands, splaying them in all directions, disfiguring them so that they oozed solidly from his hands and between his fingers. He pushed her supple, full breasts together so that they met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which his penis was lodged. He pressed them hard so that they squeezed his pulsing organ tightly like a glove as he began to sway back and forth over her, thrusting his stiffened prick through the channel formed by her warm, smooth-skinned breasts. As he thrust, the bright red knob of his prick appeared at the far end of the tunnel, reaching towards her face which was contorted in unfilled desire. A crazed gleam shone in her eyes ... the pill had done it's work well!
He thrust steadily against her breasts for several minutes, feeling his prick expand like a blown-up balloon. It began to ache in its roots and sting in the very tip as he moved with a greater mobility, clenching his teeth as his massive staff made a red, rubbing groove against her white, supple flesh.
She tried to urge her head forward in order to catch his jerking organ in her mouth so that she could feel its hardness and run her tongue along the sensitive underside, playing with the blood-filled head. She wanted to make him want her as much as she wanted to be satisfied. She wriggled up against him as much as she could and once again she felt other fingers slowly begin to play with the pink, aching lips of her vagina.
She could no longer stand the pressure between her legs and she began to beg and plead with him, her words rolling shamelessly from between her tightly clenched teeth.
"Fuck me ... please fuck me. I want you inside me."
She listened to the words that were coming out of her mouth and she couldn't believe she was actually saying them. This was not at all like her, but she let the thought pass. The only thing she was aware of was that her body had to be satisfied ... and quickly.
He felt his prick growing hot and strained and painful against the resistant tissue of her breasts and he removed one hand from her breasts and slowly began to edge his way down her body so that he could take her.
"All right, Elaine. Just watch now! I'm going to give her what she's been begging for, and then we can get her ready to meet the rest of our little club." He almost spit the words out because his teeth were clenched together tightly as he tried to control his now building passion.
She was trembling from head to foot and he could hear her murmur with passion.
"Oh ... Oh," she whispered as he ran his hands in a long, quick caress over her back, bringing his fingertips up her spine and moving beneath her buttocks in order to lift her for his entry.
He could feel her thighs trembling against him and his prick jerked demandingly between the soft heat of her flesh and the shaft was tingling along its length like pins and needles.
"Don't wait," she begged. "Fuck me now ... NOW ... NOW ... Oh I can't stand it," she said quickly.
She whimpered in deep-throated moans as he slowly began to prod at the tight opening of her vagina. He could wait no longer himself and he moved quickly between her thighs and immediately began to screw her, his cock splitting the warm lips of her pussy like butter. Her body began to move in wild abandon under his powerful strokes.
"Oh ... oh ... oh...." she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails into his sides. She wanted to grab his shoulders, his buttocks in order to push him even deeper into her, but her hands could not move.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath his long, smooth strokes, and she groaned incessantly, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, nostrils flared and soft, deep moans coming from her throat.
He felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding him in, breaking and pulling all around his hot, bursting prick.
He pushed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch of his thickness plundering into her hot, clasping vagina, pulling a fresh, ecstatic groan from her lips, making her open her eyes to look at him with a wild, desirous, glazed look.
"Aggghhh ... wonderful, wonder ... ahhhhh!" She gasped as he cupped her buttocks with both bands and raised them off the couch for greater leverage, pushing into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs.
His loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her tight pelvis with that chasm at its center, pistoning in with strong, muscular regularity. His own breath was short and the thought of being able to hold her under such a spell excited him further.
He watched her face, drawing different expressions of passion from it as he moved his hands over her, as if she were an instrument which produced fresh sounds as he moved his fingers over its notes.
His loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept through him in gusts of heat. He gasped and quivered as he fucked her, reveling in her flesh, the flesh of this beautiful, sensuous girl whom he had not even seen before this evening.
"Oh ... ohhhhh, hard ... harder ... fuck me harder," she cried out, her desire seeming to be insatiable. She begged, gasping as if she'd burst something in her throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had become something demoniac, her legs wide apart as she twisted and contorted, urging him on.
Her body was hot and her head moved wildly from side to side, her mouth open in wild abandon. She swung her thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, pulling him into her hot vagina deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust of his loins.
"Aagghhhhhh ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... now NOW ... NOW! Yes ... fuck me ... ram your hard prick deep into me ... ooohhhhhhh." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as she jerked for several long moments and then began to relax with the pleasure of her orgasm.
The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his own potential climax and he dug deeply into her, screwing into her like an electric drill, crashing up to her cervix with his pulsating, near-bursting cock. She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering movements of belly and thighs. She was still highly excited and moved under him with a wild, eager passion.
"It's so gooood. It's soooo good," she murmured. "Fill me now, fuck me hard, let me have it. Kill me with it ... fill me ... fill meeee!"
She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up against the powerful lunges of his penis and he thrust savagely high and hard, searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his drive and jogging there for just a second before withdrawing a little for another thrust ... and another.
He could feel he was on the verge of the breakthrough and with one last mighty stab he let the flood of his hot, white seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.
"Oh Christ ... I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming ... Oooooh ... Aaaaagh!" She groaned and felt the warm, searing jets of his hot, liquid sperm flooding deep down into the waiting depths of her contracting vagina. A warmth such as she had never known filled the whole insides of her sperm-hungry belly.
Slowly he withdrew from her, his penis hanging limp and weak between his legs.
"Marvelous performance, my dear Sam. You satisfied me completely also. That's quite a feat ... two women at the same time." Elaine grinned over at him, a warm glow of admiration on her face.
She moved over to release the leather straps that were holding Christine's hands. Christine lay completely still, except for the rapid rising and falling of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. The drug that she had been given was in effect and she felt almost powerless to move her head, much less her body, away from the couch. She could hear voices talking in what seemed the distance, so she closed her eyes and tried to relax, the warm, soft sensations of completion still fluttering butterfly-like through her body.
CHAPTER 4
The next few days blurred one into the other. They kept her doped and slightly drunk and the drug had increased her sexual desires so much that she was now just about insatiable. Sam Price enjoyed watching her writhe in agony, begging him and anyone else who was around to fuck her. He obtained sadistic delight in watching her crawl and plead. This was the way be broke in all the new girls for his little racket ... drugged into insensibility. The sex drives of the girls and their willingness to do anything at all to satisfy customers, or to amuse his boys along with the bonus that he had them hooked on some kind of narcotic or another, supplemented his business profits and his pleasure.
There was to be some sort of a party or initiation Christine understood. At least that's what she thought she heard through her ever-present drugged stupor and she wondered what they were going to do to her now. Elaine seemed to be some sort of a ring leader or recruiter for Sam Price and seemed to get her kicks from watching men abuse, rape and humiliate other women, especially young girls. She didn't think that she was a total lesbian, because she had never really taken an overactive part in the seductions even though she did help to tantalize and tease the girls into a sexual frenzy.
Right after supper, which she knew had been drugged because she began to get that same strange, gnawing desire, she was loaded into the back of a rather large car and driven to a huge, sprawling mansion somewhere in Connecticut. She was in a daze, but she could hear dogs barking and muffled voices as the car seemed to pull up the winding driveway. She recognized some of the voices from conversations she had heard in the office during the week, but they were intermingled with the laughter and lighter voices of several women.
She heard one woman say, "Well, so this is our new recruit. They're getting younger every day, Sam. What are you trying to do, put us out of business."
From the conversations that followed she realized that she had fallen into the middle of a full-fledged, and completely organized, prostitution ring. So this was what they had planned for her! Her mind went back to the first days when she had been with Jimmy. She had been so innocent, so pure and so much in love. How could all of this have happened in such a short period of time? The drugs they had been feeding her had turned her into an animal with an insatiable sex drive and she would do just about anything to satiate the awful hunger that remained constantly between her legs.
She was led into a room that was in semi-darkness except for a spotlight which was centered in the middle of the room on a huge bed. People seemed to be milling around waiting for something to happen, and she was sure that it was going to happen to her!
She felt some strong arms drag her across the floor and throw her onto the bed, stripping off her clothes as quickly as possible. A quiet hush fell over the room and you could hear gasps from the men as her body was revealed for everyone to see. She was too drugged to care who saw her and besides, the pressure and the desire in her loins was building momentum. She knew in her dazed stupor that someone would fuck her, otherwise why would they have her on the bed, but she was also sure they had other things in mind for her.
The men were looking at her body and grinning lewdly. One of them was saying something to her and she tried to answer him, but her voice was weak and she fell back onto the bed.
At last, Sam Price stood up and made his announcement.
"I want you to take a good look at my newest acquisition. I'm sure you'll agree that she is a fine addition and I must say that I have sampled her myself already. Tonight is your turn. She needs to learn so many new tricks so that she can satisfy any desire and it's up to you to break her in."
She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the reality and the hideousness of the situation struck home as she heard the footsteps of the first man approaching her. He was soon followed by several others and she wondered what atrocities she would have to endure tonight. She was thankful for the dizziness brought on by the drug, and she began to feel the deep burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs, but would they torture her without satisfying her. She couldn't bear to think of it.
Grinning, the men moved towards the bed and pinioned her arms and legs across the mattress, holding her body prostrate, face down. A man, who seemed to be the leader, unbuckled a thin leather belt and slipped it from his waist. He wrapped the end twice around his hand and then swished the leather through the air. He raised his hand again, drew back his lips from his teeth and lashed the belt down across her buttocks. She cried out, arched her back as her limbs dragged vainly against the pinioning hands. A thin red welt appeared across the white roundness of her buttocks, almost cutting the soft ovals in half with the cleavage between them in a dark cross. He raised the belt again and again, bringing it down across her aching bottom. She began to sob loudly as her body ground in pain into the bed. Finally he stopped his vicious beating as she lay quite still almost unconscious from the torture and the pain.
The man who had been beating her had worked himself into a sexual frenzy and he barked an order to the men who were holding her down and they pulled her to the edge of the bed, arranging her in a kneeling position.
He undid his fly in the front of his tight slacks and took out a long, thick length of penis which was standing out like a boom, jerking upward in the air. He held it in his fist and approached her from behind. The other men continued to grin, holding the fainting girl so that she couldn't fall.
"Move her back further," he commanded, and men lifted her and pushed her back at the leader's loins. He had settled himself comfortably on the edge of the bed and drew back his foreskin, revealing the huge, bright red knob. He put his hands on her buttocks and held them there for a moment like a blind man judging something by touch.
"Smooth as silk," he murmured.
He spread her cheeks, pulling the close-set orbs apart and gazed into the thin crack they revealed. He studied the tight elastic ring of the anus and spread it with his fingertips. He leaned forward suddenly and thrust his tongue at it. The grins of those holding her and the on-lookers grew wider and there was a wild delight to the leers now.
"Push her hard," he barked at them.
He held her buttocks apart like they were clay as they pushed her buttocks back against his stiffened prick. He held his cock and guided it at the little puckered anus. It jammed and stuck, unable to penetrate the tiny hole.
"Push harder," he commanded again.
Roughly the men shoved her back at the stiff, pulsing rod.
The irresistible wall of the little, red aperture met the immovable object of the rigid, throbbing phallus and the irresistible wall gave way.
She uttered a shriek of agony and his jaw jutted forward as the anus oozed painfully over the blood-filled head of his penis. Her face was screwed up with pain and humiliation and tears began to stream down her face.
The man jerked his massive prick into her with little effort, leaving all the work to be done by his men.
She sobbed deeper in her throat as her body was rifled in the shameful sodomy and tears flooded her eyes, ran down her face and dripped from her chin to her breasts.
Suddenly her impaler stiffened, tensing forward on the bed. He gave a hoarse little cry, thrust several jabs, gave another cry and came inside the well of her buttocks. He jerked his sperm into her soft, dark depths and then sank back onto the bed as the other men pulled her off with a loud sucking noise.
She fell forward onto the bed, burying her head in the mattress and trying to regain her control.
She was still in a complete daze as she heard another group of men approach her and she heard applause, obviously for the last group's performance. She wondered what humiliation she would have to endure under their touch.
She felt herself being turned over and spread-eagled on the mattress, and ropes were being tied around her hands and ankles so that she could be unable to move in any way or resist any advance, no matter how horrible and degrading.
The first of the men unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already erect and pulsing staff and moved to the head of the bed kneeling by her face. Her vagina was aching for attention and the men knew it, but they were going to prolong her agony as long as possible until she would cry and beg to be fucked. The man's thick organ jerked wildly above her mouth and he commanded, "Suck it! Suck it nice, baby!"
Automatically she opened her mouth and felt him push his erect, thick penis deep into the back of her throat, almost choking her. She gasped for breath and he pulled out slightly, feeling the warmth of her lips encompassing his throbbing, anxious manhood. She sucked noisily on his prick while he rocked back and forth, wriggling his hips so that his huge phallus filled every corner of her mouth.
Meanwhile the other men and several women positioned themselves around the bed and began to tickle her lightly with long ostrich feathers. She could feel the soft down running between her legs, just high enough to tantalize the hard bud of her clitoris and down the inside of her thighs. She tried to wiggle free from this delicious torture that was teasing every nerve end in her body, but her bonds were secure and she would just have to endure the torture.
Suddenly she could feel the swollen staff that was in her mouth begin to jerk violently and she knew that he was about to cum. He uttered an animalistic cry, "Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard ... harder ... get it all!" and without waiting he emptied himself deep into the depths of her throat. She could barely catch her breath because of the flood of semen as it ran down her gullet into her belly. The sticky fluid was hot, coming in huge waves and she thought that he would never finish. She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her head. Finally he pulled his limp penis out from her mouth and let it lie momentarily on the side of her face.
Her body, her loins were aching with desire to be fulfilled and she cried out, "Someone ... please, fuck me do something ... please do something!"
The men continued to tickle her body, torturing her further, but finally someone was moving between her legs. She could feel someone's hot breathe blowing on the pulsing lips of her vagina and into her most intimate part. It was driving her out of her mind! How long were they going to continue this ... wouldn't someone give her some relief. Slowly she felt a pair of lips move up the inner part of her thigh, nibbling tiny bites of flesh as they moved closer to her cunt. She tried to move her body so that she could hasten the mouthing, but it was useless. Finally she felt a warm sensation against the moist cavity of her vagina. The man's tongue prodded roughly at the erect bud of her clitoris, flicking it up and down at a frenzied pace. She moaned under his touch, delirious with passion and lust ... a desire that had to be fulfilled.
She sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed and tight relax into a loose abandon as her legs spread wide across the mattress.
The man was kneeling over her, the crevice of her buttocks being held apart by his thumbs. He pried the vaginal lips wide apart and pressed his mouth even further into her cunt. With one quick thrust he forced his tongue into the denied vagina and he heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft, wet passage, along with a sigh of relief. She screwed her buttocks tight up against his face, her vaginal passage contracting, opening and closing sharply around the long, probing length of his tongue as it sunk deep inside her.
Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and she twisted and twisted against him harder and harder as he began a sudden curling and flicking of the wet moist tongue imbedded inside her. He pushed his lips closer into her vagina and began sucking insistently at the lips and flesh around her open wound.
"OOhhhhh ... ooohhhhh," she gasped, her body and mind completely out of control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. He pushed his face harder into her crotch and licked and sucked with an uncontrollable frenzy.
Her cunt opened wider and wider and her moistness increased with each thrust of the man's tongue. She could feel herself about ready to cum!
The man could sense that she was about to explode and he wanted to fuck her in a proper manner, to bury his stiffened cock deep into that ready and moist cavity. Quickly he got to his knees and without warning shoved his thick, throbbing penis up to the very hilt as she moaned and fought for breath. He came quickly inside her and withdrew quickly, but she hadn't cum yet!
"Don't leave me now ... please!" she shouted, but he just laughed and got to his feet.
He hadn't been out of her many seconds when she felt someone else mount the bed and place themselves between her wide-splayed thighs. She welcomed the hard cock as it battered deep inside her, forcing her to cum ... to cum and cum again. When he had finished she wanted to relax, but one by one all the men began to mount her to relieve their desires and she was helpless to do anything. She didn't know how many men had had her, it didn't really matter. Her body ached from the buffeting against the mattress and the ramming of the erect, thick rods, but finally she was cut loose and someone carried her off into another room of the house.
"We don't want to wear her out completely on the first night, do we?" Price said with a chuckle, but no one was particularly listening as everyone in the room had paired up or gone in threes and were going about their own special means of satisfaction.
CHAPTER 5
The next few days were a complete blur to Christine as she lay in her room, aching and ashamed. It seemed that she was just waking up from a cruel nightmare, but found that every morbid detail of her fear and anguish was true! She knew that she would never be able to break the hold that Sam Price held on her and tears of humiliation and fear began to stream down her cheeks. She was not sure what he had done to her, but the searing pain in every opening of her body reminded her that she was no longer a virgin in any of her orifices, she had been cruelly violated and humiliated in every conceivable way.
She vaguely remembered that he had given her something that had increased her sexual desires to an uncontrollable height and had turned her into a frustrated animal and that she had actually begged some of the men to take her! This, more than anything, disgusted her because she realized that she no longer had control of her own body. She did not know what would be next, but she did know that even though she ached with pain deep within her belly, she again was beginning to feel a tightness building in her loins as she lay there, and that this desire would build until she would have to be satisfied once again. She knew the food they had been giving her was drugged and she had tried to hold off eating until finally the hunger had become so acute she could no longer stand it. She had eaten, knowing full well what the aphrodisiac result would be. And now she felt it.
She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges her breasts made and she put her hands over the twin peaks and squeezed them impulsively. She could feel the nipples begin to harden and stand erect as she rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her hands and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating herself again, it just wasn't right, it was so degrading, but her desire had to be calmed.
She looked around the room, assuring herself that she was alone, she let her hand wander to the secret part between her legs. She pulled away the tight elastic of her soft, silk panties and raised them gently away from the firm, fullness of her thighs. Slowly, she let her fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina.
The lust that was burning inside her raged like a forest fire and had to be extinguished. She dipped her fingers into the moist cavern of her cunt, wiggling them, scraping her fingernails on the tender walls and writhed her hips up against her hand until she could not push any farther.
God, she thought, I need a man ... I need a man, now ... NOW! Her fingers worked furiously inside her, trying to satisfy the terrible sensation that was tearing her insides apart and making her cry out for satisfaction.
"Oh dear God, I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she said aloud, "that's what's happened to me!"
It was a drastic and stark realization for her to face, but the sensual lust-filled desire that enveloped her body quickly took her mind off any recriminations she was feeling. Nothing mattered but satisfaction, complete gratification of her bodily needs ... NOW!
She tried to lie still for a moment in order to catch her breath so that she could start again with renewed vigor when she heard footsteps coming down the hall toward her room and the muffled voices of 2 men.
She recognized one of the voices as belonging to Sam Price and the other one she couldn't distinguish. She tried to regain her composure as the voices got nearer and forced herself to withdraw her fingers from her wet, desire-starved vagina and rolled over on the bed, clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort to still the surging desire.
"She's a new girl, very ripe and quite a good shag, if I do say so myself," she heard Price say. "An uncontrollable little vixen when she really gets going ... which doesn't take too much effort at all," he laughed hideously.
"Well," the other voice said, "she better be good, the best, for the price you're charging me!"
Christine couldn't believe her ears. It was bad enough to be a toy for Price and his friends, but to turn her over to strangers to do with what they pleased, she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. She couldn't accept the thought that she was going to be an out and out prostitute, a common whore, who had to do whatever a client asked and with whomever Price demanded she do it. But, it was too late for regrets or changes, she could hear the door begin to open and she turned over to meet the devouring eyes of the man who had bought her favors as though she were a slave.
"Whew," the man said. "I see what you mean ... what a body!"
"Here's a little present for you," Price said, "be very nice to this gentleman, he's a special friend of mine. Make sure he gets his money's worth!"
The man with Price came closer to the bed and stared, knowingly and lustfully at her, knowing full well that he would be taking her, using her, humiliating her momentarily. His manner was crude and she could see a bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers and strain against the confines of the coarse material.
"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" he asked, laughingly.
She tried to avert his brazen, passionate stare, but no matter where she looked his eyes seemed to follow her.
"Answer him," Price demanded.
"Not at all," she whispered hesitantly. "Not at all," as her fingers tightened around the cloth of the bedspread and she could feel her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands.
She knew that her body ached to be satisfied, but she could not stand the final degradation of being taken by this gross, sloppy man for money and money alone.
Then she felt thick, wiry hands on her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh like pinchers of a lobster.
She began to whimper and whispered softly, "I have not been made love to at all today!"
"Well," the man replied, "we're going to see what we can do to help you put up your average!"
He laughed menacingly and pushed her roughly into the down of the bed before she had a chance to counteract with any fight at all.
With the stark realization of what was about to happen, she began to struggle, fighting and kicking, but she was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the bed and her knees had been forced apart with a rough pressure of two other hands.
"You had better be a good girl," she heard Price say, as he tore at the soft, vulnerable flesh of her thighs, as he twisted her body around to the side so that she lay on her hip.
"Kneel up!" the man demanded.
She tried to force herself flatly on the bed, but hands moved from her shoulders and grabbed her arm and twisted it up between her shoulder blades, while the other pair of hands reached under her loins and hauled them up bodily. She felt like a completely limp rag, a rag to be used and thrown away for garbage.
The strength used against her was overpowering even though she continued to struggle against their efforts to force her into this position. She tried to swing her hips in a fruitless effort to escape their further degradation of her body.
"A wildcat," she heard Price say. They were on either side of her, looking and gloating over her naked body, the man anticipating the satisfaction that was to come.
Suddenly she felt hands change places and she was no longer being held by one of the gripping forces.
"Cooperate, you little bitch or you'll really have something to whimper about!" she heard Price command, and then heard his footsteps as he headed towards the door and out into the hallway.
The twisting of her arm forced her face down hard against the bedspread and she tried to let her hips and lower part of her body fall protectively against the covering, but one hand grabbed her cruelly and hoisted her up again into a kneeling position. She gasped with pain at the sudden grabbing force, but she was unable to avert the lustful lunge and groping of the hand.
She did not know how she would be able to fight off his advances without being physically hurt even more cruelly than he intended so she tried to let her body relax a bit.
She could feel the bedsprings begin to give way as the weight of the strange man crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her. His hands let go of her arm and she let them fall gratefully onto the softness of the pillow, burying her head in fear and the shame of her humiliating position.
His hands again began to run over her body, exploring every voluptuous curve and inch of her soft hidden recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at the nipples of her soft, full breasts until they stood erect and hard. The pliable flesh of her bosom was being kneaded with increasing pressure until she was sure that she would have to cry out in bitter pain.
Finally, the searching hands wandered further down her body, along her ribs, demandingly, and into the dip of her waist. They lingered there for just a moment and then started to explore the round, fullness of her hips and buttocks as he held her in a vise-like grip, unwilling to let her struggle and pull herself free.
She felt him move closer in behind her until she could feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. The giant phallus throbbed and persistently pushed against her body, demanding that she take it inside.
She realized that there was no use in trying to get away from this awful man, that she would have to take him and like it. Her vagina still ached from her previous masturbation, but she began to cool with the insistent lust of this horrible man. She had enjoyed making herself want to be satisfied, but to be taken so hatefully was another story, it had cooled her passion.
The jerking of his mammoth penis did not really excite her, because she was too afraid of what he might subject her to after he had reached his satisfaction and needed to be stimulated to another erection.
She swayed her hips in an effort to avoid the contact with his throbbing organ, but it seemed to follow her like the Mona Lisa smile.
He grunted roughly in his passion and began to utter obscenities at her as he continued to fondle and pinch her body in every part he could reach without letting go of the grip that held her pinned to the bed in this dog-like fashion.
She knew that there was no way to escape from him, but she tried to push him away with one last futile effort. She jerked her body and twisted beneath his weight until he was lying full on top of her. She had meant to slide from under him but did not succeed.
She could feel the hardness of the head of his penis as it began to move closer to the unwanting, dry well of her vagina, and she struggled punily, in one last attempt to throw him off balance, but it was to no avail.
Suddenly his hands reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks in order to give him easier access to her tight, unyielding pussy, and she could feel his giant organ probe into the lips of her vagina and try to force itself into the depths of her belly. She gasped in pain as suddenly she felt an intrusion against the tight, elastic opening of her vagina. She felt as though a log were being pushed into her, ripping her, tearing her.
She screamed out in pain for him to stop. Any desire that she had felt earlier had diminished and all she wanted was for this awful man to stop what he was about to do to her. But, she knew that this was impossible, because she could hear the rapid breathing and feel his hardened penis push violently into her. She began to cry uncontrollably and tears ran like torrents down her cheeks as she felt her thighs swept wide apart, and the heavy weight of his body crash down onto hers.
She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide into the soft intimate channel between her legs. She wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper into her well of open sex. His giant penis throbbed out against her vaginal walls and her back ached from the heavy weight of his body. She felt his hands reach underneath her back and begin to fondle the crease of her buttocks roughly. His fingers began to prod at the tight elastic opening of her anus and she shrieked in pain as he inserted the thickness of two fingers into her rectum. She was still sore from the initial sodomy that she had been subjected to several days before because she had been so stretched and torn, and little screams of breath broke from her lips. Her vagina walls were chafed and raw as he continued to pound his cock deep into her while his fingers impaled her from behind. Slowly, however, she began to lubricate and although his penetration was greater, she could relax somewhat and it eased the pain. Her body, though, still felt as if it were being split open by a gigantic log as he continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt. His hands were gripping and squeezing her, prodding her with sadistic force, hurting her and making her wiggle helplessly with pain.
Without warning, as if his desire could not be satisfied in this more normal manner, he slipped his wet cock from between her legs and grabbed her hips and forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her over with cruel force. He tore the buttocks apart, spreading them obscenely, revealing the tight, pink anus which was raw from his demanding fingering. Then, without ceremony, he pushed down on her and with unerring aim he rammed his prick inside her rectum up to the hilt, encountering resistance as the tight flesh slowly gave way from the pressure of his body. Her channel was pulverizingly tight around his rigidity and its squeezing clasp brought forth oaths and gasps of pleasure from his panting lips.
She felt shamed and aching, her face turned sideways against the bedspread, and she felt only a great heat and splitting at her loins. She felt completely humiliated and ashamed and every part of her seemed to be at that tiny opening which grew and grew between her legs as if it were a great storm drain being broaded by the constant rushing of torrents of water.
Her lips opened and closed in torment and occasionally she tried to flatten her hips or contract her buttocks to withstand the pain in her anus, but then she was only aware of the tightening of her vagina and the extra pain which ensued from his brusque entry.
Every time he thrust now, pushing his loins forward, he felt the imminence of his orgasm grow greater and greater until there was a heavy weight of blood throbbing in the head of his thick penis. He rammed into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles begin to contract and he began to cum, spewing his maleness deep into her back passage.
The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his massive erectness became soft and he slowly began to withdraw from her. It was as if she had no rights, no soul, no humanity, as if she had been some stuffed dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept uncontrollably.
At last the man got up from the bed and began to get dressed. She could only lay there, aching, humiliated and wondering what else could possibly happen to her. She knew that her future was completely in the hands of Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had transformed her into an obedient animal and she realized that it would do no good for her to try to fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man that had just taken her had not built her to completion, he had been too rough and so her loins, although they ached from the tearing entry, also ached with desire.
After the man left the room, she got up and decided to take a long, hot shower. Maybe this will make me feel a little cleaner, she thought to herself. Besides, I've got to get out of here for awhile, got to get some fresh, clean air ... but she wasn't at all sure whether or not she would be permitted to leave the house.
When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went downstairs hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear her and she would be able to get out unnoticed.
She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, "Just where go you think you're going?" It was Price and he was standing in a doorway a few feet from the door.
"I just wanted to go out to get some air, I want to go for a walk," she answered meekly, her voice shaking.
"Well, there are certain rules around here that must be followed. If you choose to disobey, I'm sure you can imagine what will be in store for you," he said hatefully.
"What are they?" she asked, afraid of what the answer might be.
"There are only certain places that you are permitted to go. Here I'll give you a list of the bars and restaurants, etc. I have men working for me all over this city and if you try anything funny, you will be escorted back here forcefully and I shall administer the punishment personally!"
At this point she didn't care what the conditions were, she just had to get out, even though she knew that she would be spied on.
"Also," he added, "if you pick up any men, which, of course, you are to do, you bring them back here for your favors. I take care of the arrangements, the charges and this way we stay out of the eyes of the law. It's a very easy arrangement, actually."
She nodded hopelessly and turned and went out into the clear sunshine and fresh air.
She walked slowly towards one of the bars on West 49th Street that Price had said she could patronize. She needed a drink badly, a change of company, anything to take her mind away from the harrowing experiences of the past week and of the past few hours. She walked into the dingy barroom and found a seat in the corner of the room and ordered a double martini from the bartender. She hoped that the alcohol would blur her mind and let her forget what she had become, what she had been forced to become. The first drink went down a bit shakily, the bite of the gin was strong and tasted more like pine oil to her, but she forced herself to finish it and wait for its effects. Slowly she began to relax and ordered another one of the same.
Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim lights of the bar and she could see more clearly. There were several girls sitting around, all at different tables and some at the bar and they all seemed to know the bartender very well. Sailors, soldiers and some rather well-to-do looking, but greasy men comprised the rest of this somewhat less than cheery group. She wondered why some of these people were not at work, why they just sat there and drank in the afternoon.
After she had finished her second drink and had signaled for her third, one of the girls who had been sitting at the bar walked over to her table.
"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.
"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in the neighborhood, if that's what you mean."
"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in one way or another, I just thought I'd come over and welcome you to this dirty little club and maybe give you a few pointers."
Christine began to relax again when she realized that now all of these girls were in the same position she was, and she invited the girl to sit down.
"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and some good advice, but first let me ask you a question."
"Sure ... shoot," the other girl said.
"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? I've got to get out of here. I just moved to the city and so much has happened in the last week, I don't feel that I can take much more of this. What would happen if I tried to leave or go to the police?"
"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it short, don't try to get away, Price owns half of this part of town and I'd hate to think what would happen to you if you tried and didn't get on the first boat or plane for South America before he caught you. That answer your question?"
She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and nodded. "Yes, I guess it does."
"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his 'employ' for about three years and after awhile it doesn't matter anymore. All men begin to look alike, their preferences are just a little different, but they are all bastards. If you cooperate with him from the beginning he may be easier on you than he was on me, but that's a long story and I won't bore you with it now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin colony, I must get back to work. Haven't hustled anyone yet today and I'm going to try to nail this man next to me. See you later." And she walked slowly back to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she got into her seat.
Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and gulped down the rest of her third martini.
She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a handsome young man hesitated at the doorway and then walked into the darkness of the room. Somehow he didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to be very shy judging from his actions even though his face was not very clear. He walked the length of the bar and sat at the table next to Christine. She tried not to stare at him, but the way he walked into the room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk that she had seen before. Darn it, she thought. I wish the light were better in here, or that I had my glasses, so I could see if it really is someone I know!
The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around the bar, as though he were looking for someone. Finally his eyes met Christine's and he jumped out of his seat and came over to her table.
"Chris, my God, I've been looking all over this city for you!" he exclaimed.
She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even through her alcoholic haze that was beginning to take hold on her, she knew that she was actually seeing him again. It was Jimmy!
"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, completely in a daze, not able to comprehend the reality of the situation. It seemed incredible that he could find her here in this place of all places in the city.
"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going half out of my mind since I called the camp where you were supposed to be and they told me that you had never even applied for a job! What's going on, anyway?"
She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and tell him the whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't understand. It seemed unbelievable to her also and she wouldn't believe such a preposterous story if it hadn't actually happened to her.
"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to Pennsylvania and I wanted to get away and be on my own for awhile. Sometime I'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, sit down, it's so good to see you again."
"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you living without a job?"
"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this man Sam Price. Lots of other girls live there, too. He takes care and watches out for girls who come into the city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I met at the first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't worry, I'll be all right."
"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old enough to know what you want to do," he said, squeezing her hand affectionately. "Let's have another drink and I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to be alone with you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed you."
She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing what Price would say when she took Jimmy back to her room. Would he try to charge him? She didn't know what she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to the side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the score was. She wanted to tell him everything and maybe he could help her escape, but if it backfired she would be punished and there was no telling what they would do to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious to go. She was aching to be alone with him, but afraid of what was going to happen.
Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go!" So she got up and headed for the door, noticing that the bartender gave her a knowing wink as she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just another "John", a trick, and that she had been successful in picking him up for a quick roll in the hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and went out into the daylight.
It only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to the house where she was staying, or rather being kept. She hesitated on the first step and said, "Are you sure you want to come up with me? You know what happened last time we were alone," she said, trying to pretend that everything was just the same as it had been the last time ... that night in the barn at her uncle's farm.
"I'm sure, darling. Why, is there something wrong? You are acting very strange, aren't you glad to see me?"
"Oh yes, of course! How could you think otherwise! Let's go in."
No one ran up when they went in--in fact, it seemed as though the whole house were deserted, but she did get the feeling that someone was watching them just the same. Slowly she climbed the stairs to her room trying to be as quiet as possible, but hoping that Jimmy wouldn't notice her apprehension. Finally they reached the door of her room and went in.
He didn't waste much time in pulling her roughly into his arms and kissing her urgently.
"It's been so long since I've held you. God, I missed you," he whispered huskily kissing her lips, cheeks and neck.
She could feel an urgent tenseness building in her loins and she knew that she and Jimmy would be lovers that afternoon, but she was still afraid that someone would come in her room and afraid of what would happen when he finally found out her true situation.
His grip on her arms relaxed slightly and he let his hands fall gently down the contours of her body and rest firmly at the small of her back. He pulled her closer into him and she could feel the growing stiffness of his penis under the cloth of his trousers. She put her arms around him and clung to him suddenly with a desperation which was unmistakable. She seemed to want to say things, but no words would come until finally she managed simply to utter, "Love me, my darling, please love me. I want you so much!"
Tenderness and passion moved in his head and body and he pulled his mouth away from hers and brushed his lips down her long, soft neck to the gently rounded shoulders and down to the cleft between her full, white breasts. His fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it drop to the floor so that she was clad only in her brassiere, silk bikini panties and stockings. His breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of her young, voluptuous body with his eyes.
"Are you sure, Chris, are you sure?" he stammered.
"Oh yes, darling. I want you, I want you desperately ... please," she whispered against his ear, tickling the lobe and rim of his ear with her tongue.
His fingers worked quickly to unhook the binding of her brassiere and her supple breasts fell free from their confinement. She held his head gently as he moved his mouth over her naked skin and began to kiss the pink points of her breasts, sucking them gently, hearing her sharp intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing firmly against his own.
She pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off his clothing so that they could make love properly. She lay back against the pillow waiting and aching for him to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her as none of the foul men she had had lately had really been able to do. She wanted now to be loved ... not just fucked as all the others, including her uncle had done to her. It took him only a few seconds to shed all of his clothing and he stood above her by the side of the bed, looking down admiringly at her luscious body, while his fully erect, pulsing rod jerked uncontrollably up against his stomach. It was the first time that she had actually looked at his manhood and even though she had held it many times, somehow it seemed much larger now. He bent down along side her and began tugging at the elastic which held her stockings until they released and he could pull them off, then he lay down beside her. His hands ran over her body, stroking every bulge, every concavity and convexity and she shivered, her legs scissoring together as he reached inside the elastic of her panties so that he could feel the high point of soft hair-covered flesh between her thighs. She wiggled under his urgent touch as he stripped away the last piece of material that covered her body. They lay there for a moment clinging to each other, their fingers and hands exploring each other's body as though they had never touched before, savoring every delicious minute.
"Darling," she whispered, "you feel so good, you don't know what you're doing to me. You're driving me wild."
His hand was rubbing alone the flesh on the inside of her thighs, his fingers searching for the tiny fold of flesh that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb found the erect bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing gasps of pleasure and passion from her lips. He began to finger the lips of her vaginal passage, teasing her and making her wriggle and try to push her hips up so that his fingers would be forced inside her aching orifice. Slowly he began to insert one finger into her denied cavity, wiggling it gently, tantalizing her, causing moans of desire from her. She began to lubricate until she was completely moist and aching to be taken.
"Don't make me wait ... do it now," she urged, but he ignored her pleas and continued his pre-love play, in order to build her to a fever pitch before finally taking her completely.
He began to suck her nipples, giving them sharp little bites which brought shrieks from her lips. Her hips began to revolve under his caresses, delicately at first, but with increasing fervor.
Her hand slid down between them, searching for his throbbing penis which was hidden between his thighs and let her fingers close gently around the long, erect rod of heat. It jerked under her touch and tantalizing waves of passion swirled in his loins like the twisting funnel of a tornado.
He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he slid his face from her soft, full breasts until it rested between her cool thighs which were as beautiful as silk to the touch. He ran his tongue over her voluptuous loins working his way towards her most intimate parts. He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of her inner leg as she pulled her knees up toward her chest to present him with the pink, aching lips of her vagina. He found the rigidity of her clitoris and sucked it hard, bringing gasps of passion from her lips as his tongue thrust into the warm, moist walls of her open cunt.
"Ooohhhhh, darling, yessss, suck me," she whispered huskily. "I'm going out of my mind!"
He continued his mouthing until she was tossing uncontrollably underneath his touch and she could hardly catch her breath in her heat of passion. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, holding his mouth strongly against her loins and buried deep into her moist, throbbing channel as she jerked up against his face and swirling tongue.
He knew that she was ready for him to take her and he could hardly control his own mounting passion as he slithered up her passion filled body. But, she pushed him over on his back as he was about to enter her and brought her own mouth down on his hardened throbbing cock and enclosed it in a warm flood of saliva as her mouth and tongue covered his pulsing manhood. He could feel her tongue and lips sucking persistently at the head of his staff, drawing the blood to the very tip of his penis. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsing prick at her mouth, watching, in growing passion, those soft full lips sucking at him with a soft crooning delight. He reached between her legs and continued to tickle her clitoris, teasing it cruelly but gently.
They both writhed and jerked their bodies, contacting at various points, withdrawing, brushing together in wet, passionate embraces.
Then, after an eternity she took her mouth off his hard, pulsating penis and looked up at him, her eyes showing the sexual agony of her desire.
"Make love to me now, darling!" she said. "I want you inside me ... fuck me, fuck me ... please! NOW!"
He rolled her onto her back and climbed over on top of her. Her hot flesh was like a gorgeous pillow, hollowed and hillocked and pneumatic, trembling like a leaf in a storm and she placed his lust hardened prick against her cunt with a hand that could hardly hold it for trembling. He let the throbbing head lie against the warm fold of her vagina for just a moment and then entered her with a desperate passionate thrust. He was surprised that he met no obstacle, no maidenhead, for he thought that he was the first man to ever take her, but he put the thought from his mind and let his passion carry him away. He was afraid that he would have cum in her hand in another second, but found that he was able to hold his semen back once he was fully inside her warm, tight tunnel. She gasped and moaned, writhing under him, calling out his name as if she were being tortured on the rack.
She kept her eyes open so that she could see his face as he watched her mouth working, her eyes flaring as if appealing for something unspeakable.
He buried his hard, thick prick right up to the core of her vagina so that his loins around its base rubbed harshly against the reddened folds of her vaginal flesh. The skin of his penis seemed as if it were being torn back from the hard central rod like the peel from a banana. Her throbbing cunt pressed hard on it, squeezing it like a vise with increasing pressure, the soft pubic hair teasing maddeningly around the broad impaling base.
She pulled her white thighs up and back, making herself almost into a ball on which he rolled, thrusting in and up as the ball swiveled lasciviously beneath him. Her knees pressed tight into her breasts.
Her groaning was sweet agony now, infecting him with its statement of the extremity of her passion, and he drew his rock-hard prick almost completely out of her and thrust it in again, to the very depths of her cunt with a resounding, driving series of quick, deep jabs. Her full, soft lips opened at him, inviting him down and he kissed her hard, his tongue delving deep into her throat while his hard, pistoning cock filled her vaginal cavity to the fullest.
Her breath, as he drew away, gasping, followed him and he could feel her hands pushing him gently, exerting certain pressures on his body, so he followed her directions and rolled over on his back, bringing her with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-thrust between her wide-stretched thighs like a meal that she couldn't have enough of.
Sitting on his loins now, speared upwards by his throbbing penis, she rose and fell on him, like a woman on horseback, riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo. Her blonde hair fell across her face, flying and swooping like a golden cloak and a few stray strands of the golden threads stuck to her open mouth as she gasped in passion. Her features were contorted in uncontrollable lust, changing with every thrust of his penis like a kaleidoscope. Her full, supple breasts bobbed up and down as she rode his massive rod and her buttocks squashed and spread out over his abdomen and his thighs with every down-thrust.
He raised his thighs behind her so that they acted as a backrest to her buttocks, and he rotated his hips, watching her vagina travel down on his stiffened, pulsing manhood as it landed with a loud smacking noise on his pelvis as it dropped again.
Her head rolled on her neck and he reached down and caught her buttocks from behind, cupping the soft, full orbs in delicious handfuls of soft, resilient flesh. He found the tight elastic hole of her anus and thrust a finger in so hard that it caused her to jump forward as if to escape the rough intrusion.
She gasped out from the sudden pain, "Aaaaahhhhhfff, ooohhhh ... darling," before she could relax her rectal muscles and settle back onto his imitation prick and continue her riding motion.
The whole area of his genitals was a wet, hot blaze, as if it were a liquid fire, a volcano about to explode. He wanted to get further into her than was possible. He wanted to pierce her heart with his thick, massive weapon with every maddening thrust. He could feel the blood rush once again to the head of his penis and he was on the brink of explosion.
Her breath came in a long whine, like a chant as she wiggled furiously on top of him and he knew that she was about ready to climax, that she would not be able to wait much longer if he continued his hard, constant impalement of her wet, contracting, vagina.
"Aaaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming ... oohhhhh, I'm cumming ... now ... now...!" she gasped out, her eyes filled with a kind of blind, uncomprehending fear.
It seemed to have taken her unaware, as if a switch had suddenly been thrown. She choked and choked and choked again and then slammed her body down onto the rigid, throbbing tower of his penis as if she wanted to devour it completely with the hungry, chewing mouth between her legs. Finally, with an animal-like cry, she stayed there, as if impaled, as if on that final thrust his weapon had pierced the balloon of her passion and she was deflated. She sank deeply down onto his still hardened cock, her head hanging forward, exhausted and limp.
He held her round the tiny waist with his hands and forced her up and down as he jerked up into her. His lips twisted with passion and perhaps a little cruelly as he forced her to ride his massive rod once again. His prick seemed to have grown to enormous dimensions, like it had been bloated with water. The mounting pressure in his loins rushed into his pulsating phallus, boiling and seething on the brink of explosion, hot and wet, bursting for relief. His face flushed in a final furious moment, his teeth gnashing together, his neck arched as he thrust in deeply one final time, bringing a muted roar of satisfaction from his lips as his sperm gushed hotly up into the open depths of her vagina.
She fell forward on him, kissing his face as tears of joy and gratification streamed down her face.
It was some time before they spoke. Their kisses spoke, their bodies spoke, but no words were uttered, and she was now shaking uncontrollably as the tears flooded down her cheeks.
At last, she began to regain her composure and said, "Oh darling, that was wonderful! I'll just never recover ... you almost killed me, and I want you to kill me like that every day of my life."
"That would be my pleasure, sweetheart," he grinned. "You aren't so bad yourself, you know. You give me a lot of satisfaction too!"
"Do I? Do I really? I want to make you happy. It means so much to me that I make you as happy as you make me, otherwise it just wouldn't be right," she said, quite seriously, wiping tears away from her eyes with her hand.
"Darling, you DO make my happy, so why the tears?" he answered, holding her close to him.
He could feel her body begin to relax as he held her, comforting her, and he held her face between his hands and looked at her lovingly.
Her face clouded, remembering where they were and wondering what was going to happen if Price found out about it. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that she would have to make some explanation to Jimmy, but not quite yet. She couldn't spoil this very beautiful moment, their first moment of real love.
He stroked her naked buttocks gently, and said. "Don't look so worried. I don't know what's been troubling you, but from now on you don't have to worry about a thing. I won't let anything happen to you. You can count on that!"
CHAPTER 6
"That was a very nice performance, me dear," Price said as he leered at her from across the table. "Who was that ... an old boyfriend?"
"Yes," she murmured quietly. "He was a fellow I went with in school. You mean you were watching us? How?"
"This house has many mirrors and many eyes, there is little that escapes us!" he laughed at her.
"He ... he, doesn't know about me. I mean, about what has happened to me. I didn't tell him, honest!" she stammered. "You won't tell him if he comes back here will you?"
"Of course not, love," he said, almost wickedly. "In fact, if he doesn't have a job, I may be able to arrange something for him also. Why don't you ask him to come talk to me?"
"I couldn't do that, he wouldn't understand and besides, then he would find out about me. I couldn't bear to have him know what I've become, or rather," she said tearfully, "what you've forced me to become."
"Well, my dear," he continued, "if you don't care to introduce me to your friend, I will have to find him myself to make my proposition, and then he will find out about your amusing occupation! You see, I need someone like him right now ... a new face in the ranks, one that's as young and innocent as his. He could be very valuable to me. Besides, that way you can go on banging him on the side without charge and no one will be the wiser. So unless you want me to burst your little bubble, you'll cooperate. Do I make myself clear?" And he walked out of the room.
She knew that there was nothing else she could do except arrange a meeting between Price and Jimmy, so she began to think up some sort of a story that she could tell him.
That next afternoon she met Jimmy for a drink at the same bar where they had met a few days before. He was waiting, sipping a tall gin and tonic when she arrived.
"Well, good afternoon, princess! You look as beautiful as ever," he said, kissing her briefly on the cheek. "Have a drink, what'll it be? Same?"
He could sense that once again she was nervous, but he decided to wait for her to say something. She had told him that there was something she wanted to discuss with him and so he thought it was best not to rush her. Let her have a few drinks, he thought to himself. They always make me more lucid, and maybe it will help build up her courage, I'll just have to be patient.
"Let's go to a table where we can talk," she said after a few quick gins. The alcohol was making her begin to loosen up and she felt that now she could tell him what was on her mind.
"Sure, sweetheart, anything your heart desires," he said, trying to create a jovial air and he gave her a light pat on the bottom as she slid off of her barstool.
"I don't know quite how to begin this, Jimmy. I don't want you to get the wrong idea," she stammered, hesitating with every word.
"I know that there has been something on your mind from the very first time I found you here in this crummy bar, darling. Nothing you have to say is going to make me change what I said the other day, you know. I'm not that easy to get rid of and besides, I love you very much, pumpkin."
"You are trying to make things so easy for me, I know, but somehow it just isn't that easy, but do try to understand," she said.
"Okay, shoot. I've got broad shoulders."
"Jimmy, Mr. Price said that he could get you a job if you wanted to stay in New York. He saw you the other day and asked me who you were. When I told him he said that he would be glad to help you out and that you could come over to the house anytime you wanted. I think he knows we were making love in the room, so there isn't too much I could do. I told him that I would introduce you to him." She knew that this wasn't quite the truth, but maybe he would accept what she said at face value and not question her any further.
"That's very nice of him, sweetheart. I don't have a job and I really can't do anything, do you know what he has in mind?" he asked.
"Not really. I don't know exactly what he does, but I have a feeling that all his ventures aren't exactly above board. I know that he knows a lot of people here in the city and that you wouldn't get into any trouble, it just depends on how moral you are going to be," she added.
She knew that she had to say something like that so that Jimmy wouldn't be completely surprised when he met Price, she felt that she had to give him some sort of an inkling or he may not go at all, and then she would be sunk and there would go their relationship. She couldn't bear the thought of Jimmy finding out about her and never wanting to see her again, especially not after that afternoon they had made such beautiful love. She couldn't lose him now, he was the only thing that would keep her balance, her only connection with reality.
"What's he like, this Mr. Price?" he asked.
"Well, he likes to think he has all the class in the world. Of course he doesn't, but a lot of his friends do. That's where you fit in. You have what he doesn't. You're young, you have polish and you can probably be an asset to him socially, if nothing else. That's why he would give you a job, I'm sure."
"Well, it doesn't sound quite kosher, sweetheart, but if I'm going to stay in New York and keep an eye on you, I guess I'd better meet this Price fellow. Now do you feel better. It wasn't as bad as all that, was it?" he looked at her smiling.
"Oh, Jimmy, I don't know what I would have done if you had refused to see him. I want you to stay in New York and maybe it won't be so bad after all. Maybe he just wants you to run some of his errands or arrange parties. I don't know, but all I care about is that you're here and we can be together. I don't know what I'd do without YOU."
She knew that this appealed to his male ego, but she also knew that she had meant every word of it, and it wasn't just flattery. She did need him if she were going to keep her sanity. She wondered to herself, if perhaps, she weren't just a little insane already!
"Where are we going to meet this man," he asked. "The house?"
"No, he asked that we meet him in what he calls his little hideout, it's just a few blocks away, another dingy bar, I'm sure. Here, I have the address," she said.
They walked outside and headed in the direction of Fifty-third Street. The streets had become gray and bleak with little alleyways crisscrossing and children playing around the door stoops of the West Side tenements and stray dogs were running in twos and threes. Finally, they came to the street and turned right and headed toward the east side of town.
"Looks like here we are," she said, glancing at the address he had given her and then up at the building. They walked up the steps of what looked like an old, but once fashionable townhouse, but once they were inside, they could see a well-stocked bar, several people just sitting around and it looked more like a private club.
The room was big and another led off of it. There were several over-stuffed chairs, wide couches and a garish chandelier was hanging from the ceiling casting a rather dim light over the whole place. Several men were lying around on the couches talking to a surprisingly beautiful girl.
"This is Mr. Price, Jimmy," she said walking up to a group of men seated around a table in the end of the room.
"Well, come in ... make yourselves at home," Price said, motioning to some chairs alongside the table. "George, make these people a drink." His voice was affected and he was obviously trying to impress them with his power over the people that were here in the room.
The atmosphere was eerie and she felt uncomfortable, but she looked at Jimmy and he seemed to be perfectly at ease. Maybe it's just because I know who these people are and he doesn't, she mused. I wonder how many of these men have fucked me, she wondered as she glanced around the room. A few of the faces looked familiar, but there had been so many in such a short period of time that it was impossible for her to remember.
Jimmy shook the hand that was extended to him and looked at Price through the dim light. He was a tall stocky man with rather square shoulders, long well groomed hair and strong features. His eyes were bright, but hard and he decided that there may have been just a touch of inborn cruelty in them, but shrugged it off to his imagination.
"I'm Price," he said. "So you're looking for a job." He made it sound as if he had come looking to him for a job, rather than sending Christine to bring him to him for an interview. Oh well, he thought, a man as big as this, maybe this is the way he does business. At any rate, I'll hear what he has to say.
He took a long sip of the drink that was handed to him and choked at the sudden burning sensation in his throat.
"Wwwhhat is this!" he coughed.
Price laughed and said, "You'll get used to it. I have it 'imported' from France and I must admit that it is a bit strong, but it does the trick, it's Absinthe."
"But isn't that illegal, as well as being an aphrodisiac," Jimmy asked rather naively.
"It sure is, but when it's mixed this way, don't worry, you won't go out of here a raving maniac, sex starved and depraved." The whole group chuckled slightly, and Christine now knew what it was that they had been giving her to keep her so eager and passionate.
Price had not taken his eyes off Jimmy the whole time he was talking and he began to ask him a few question. He wanted to know if he had ever been in jail, whether he was wanted for anything now, etc. Jimmy told him that he had just gotten out of school and had never had any trouble with the law, not even a parking ticket.
"Good, then you drive, right?" he asked.
Jimmy nodded affirmatively.
"Well, you got class, like me," he said eventually. "And we need a lot of class around here. I like to work with people who have polish, it makes things easier and so much more pleasant," he added, glancing over at Christine.
"What business are you in," Jimmy asked. "It seems that most people can drive, why is that so important?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised," Price said, "when it comes to a bit of illegal business, there aren't so many, and those that are there have a tendency to get cold feet at a crucial minute. You seem to have a cool head, and there really isn't any risk involved, I take care of all that. Are you interested?"
Price looked over at Christine who was holding her breath, waiting for his answer, knowing that he really didn't have a choice now that he had met Price. He would never let him go.
"As for the business," he went on without giving Jimmy a chance to answer, "it's just a question of a little transaction in whiskey and cigarettes."
Jimmy looked at him questioningly.
"It's a very high paid game," he continued, "and there's practically no risk, this I can assure you. We just keep the market supplied with good stuff at a lower price. I'm sort of a modern day Robin Hood."
Jimmy shook his head as if trying to clear his mind of all the things that Price had said and then thought for a moment.
"Well, it doesn't sound all that bad, and I do need the money if I want to stay in New York and be with Christine," he said. "It was nice of you to offer me something." He had actually been ready to consider something much worse and by comparison this didn't sound too bad at all. All he had to do was drive a car, and that was easy enough.
Price got out of his chair for the first time and came over and shook Jimmy's hand again. "You've got a good little girl there," looking over at Chris. "The money will help you keep her entertained. She deserves the best. I have a fiercely paternal attitude towards my girls and want to make sure they are kept happy," he said, laughing menacingly.
Price introduced him around the room and then got up as if to leave.
"George will drive you wherever you want to go," he said. "We'll get in touch with you in a couple of days."
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills.
"Here's a little something on account," he said peeling off several hundreds, "and don't be a stranger at the house, always glad to see you."
CHAPTER 7
Jimmy moved to a hotel not far from the house where Christine was staying and waited for Price to get in touch with him. He had seen Chris in the afternoons and they had made love in his room or in hers, but he had not seen Price since that one afternoon. Finally, Price sent one of his men to see him and he was told that his first job was for the next night and that George would pick him up and take him back to the "hideout".
He felt a certain apprehension at his first venture into crime, but it seemed such an ordinary sort of crime that aside from its degree, he tried to look on it as simply as smuggling an extra quart of liquor through customs as he had done when he had returned from the Bahamas on vacation one Spring Vacation at school. He was just going to transport some whiskey to be sold at an under-retail price, and it really didn't seem to be too big of a thing.
At the hideout everyone was waiting, only none of the girls were there, and he wondered where Christine was at that moment.
He had no way of knowing that at that very moment she was being madly screwed by some of Price's preferred clientele at a very private party and as a result of the drugs, was enjoying every minute of it!
"Okay," Price said. "You other two can take the wagon, just in case we get more than we bargained for."
Jimmy wondered what could possibly go wrong. Wasn't this supposed to be easy, nothing to it. Wasn't that what Price had said? Anyway, it was too late now for him to back out.
It was just after midnight when they started through the dark streets, each car taking a different route. In the back of the wagon, there were a few pieces of furniture as a disguise.
He drove easily, following Price's instructions and wound his way through some of the back alleys of Harlem.
"All right," Price said. "That'll do, pull over to that corner." They had been driving for about a half an hour.
He pulled up just beyond the corner, away from the street light, which yellowed the sooty walls of the last row of tenement houses. They sat there for awhile and waited, but Jimmy didn't have enough nerve to ask why. He was content to let things take their course.
In a few minutes, the occupants of the van skidded round a corner at the opposite end of the street, saw them and turned down an alleyway, going up on the narrow pavement at one side and pulled in front of them, barely missing the side of the car.
"Okay, follow them," Price commanded sharply.
He slipped the car into gear and the car sped down the dim street and turned the corner after the van. They crossed a broader street still following the large truck in front of them until he saw the iron gates of the dock area.
"What about the man at the gate," he asked.
"That's okay," Price growled, "he's a friend of ours."
They swept through the gate and Jimmy glanced at the little sentry box at the entrance to the dock. There was no guard!
He followed the van, feeling suddenly apprehensive and on edge. They dodged among a number of long heavy wooden buildings and then along a concrete runway. He pulled into the shadow of one of the buildings just behind the van. Price opened the door of the car and jumped out.
"Just hang on a moment," he called to Jimmy, "we'll see if the coast is clear."
He disappeared behind the building with George and other two men, each in their respective cars.
He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel nervously, and was surprised at the difference in his nerve between now and when he felt he had smuggled the booze out of the Bahamas. He stared round at the little rear window and saw another one of Price's men standing there, grinning back at him.
After several minutes, Price reappeared and motioned to them as he climbed into the van that he had been following.
The caravan of automobiles moved around to the back of the dock warehouse, where the broad doors had already been opened and the rest of Price's men were hauling crates to the outside and loading them into the car and into the van.
"Hurry up, you guys," Price barked, standing beside the cab of the van. "The narks are at the other end now, but they'll be down this way before too long!" As he spoke, he looked at Jimmy.
"When we're ready to go," he said quietly, "just turn round this warehouse and go back the way we came."
"Okay," Jimmy heard himself answering. He felt some admiration for Price's cool and organizational manner. It was just a matter of habit, he surmised.
The men worked rapidly and smoothly for about another ten minutes and by that time all the crates had been loaded into the van and the car, with the blind of furniture covering them.
Jimmy was surprised that there wasn't a night watchman or some sort of guard watching the place, but he didn't know anything about this sort of thing, and obviously Price had had it all planned.
The loading was finished and George was pushing the last crate straight and the rest were moving back to the van when Price saw two figures in the distance coming up the long concrete lane between the warehouses.
"Christ," he snapped. "Get out of here fast, the narks!"
As he spoke, the van shot forward and disappeared around the building. Jimmy could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and his palms. Now was the time to be cool, he told himself, trying to regain his composure. He slipped the car into gear once again and drove towards the two figures which had now broken into a fast run and were flashing powerful flash lights down the dimly lit walk, and then, he too, turned quickly around in back of the warehouse and skidded into the direction from which he had come.
"Speed it up," Price snapped, "or they'll get us at the gate."
He put his foot down to the floor, swerving dangerously round the building, missing the corners by inches and caught the van just as they, too, reached the gate and screeched through the narrow opening.
"Nice going," Price complimented him, and he began to unwind somewhat after their close call.
Behind them somewhere he heard a police siren as they raced at breakneck speed through the narrow, deserted alleyways and into the streets.
They had managed to shake the police and they slowed down as they neared the respectable east side street of the hideout, swerved into the garage and the doors closed behind them.
All the men were waiting inside the house when they walked in through an entrance which he had never seen before.
"A nice clean job," he said. "It was the driving that did it. We were almost in a spot when the narks showed up!"
"Well, we have enough stuff to last for awhile," one of the men chuckled.
"Yes indeed, we're in the chips again," another added.
Jimmy was relieved that it was over and he felt more involved with the gang than he had expected to be, but it was too late now for regrets. An uneasy feeling came over him and he felt that now he was among the marked men, the men that the police searched out in every nook and cranny of the city, even a city as big as New York.
"We'd better stay here until morning," Price warned. "Then I'll start to get rid of the stuff. Quite a few classy people are going to be very pleased!" He laughed wickedly, glancing all around the room.
He awoke in the morning, surprised that he had slept at all and wondered what time it was. He looked around the room and they were all there and Christine had joined them along with one or two other girls.
Price looked at him as he struggled up from the narrow couch.
"Just going to wake you up," he said, "It's time we were going."
He looked up and stared at Christine, thinking how lovely she was and how much he loved her. She smiled down at him and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.
Jimmy picked up the first edition of the evening paper which Christine had just brought over which meant that it must be after six o'clock. He glanced at the headlines aware of the fact that Christine was following his every movement, then his eyes spotted a tiny headline, "Gang broke into New York Docks last night. Overpowered guard and watchman, stole large quantity of dangerous drugs, escaped. Drugs valued at several hundred thousand dollars."
He read the passage three times and looked slowly up from the paper. The first eyes he met were those of Christine. They were looking at him with the hesitant, shy look to which he had become so accustomed lately. She was waiting for his reaction before she said anything.
"This is us!" he said, holding the paper towards Price.
"That's right," Price answered almost jovially. "We really took them for a big haul this time! We weren't quite sure how you'd take it, so we had to invent the whiskey business until we got to know you better!"
The look of shock on his face must have been obvious, and Christine moved to his side.
"I didn't know, Jimmy. Honestly, I didn't know," she said.
Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, begging for understanding and she was almost in tears as she clutched for his hand.
Dangerous drugs, he thought. That wasn't exactly what he had bargained for, but as he looked around the room, he knew that there would be no way to escape from this web of crime he had become involved in without being aware of it.
"What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask as his face turned an ashen color and he was afraid that he would be sick.
Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package which contained a sugar like substance.
"Heroin!" he gasped.
"That's right," Price agreed cheerfully. "It was going to the hospital, but they can get plenty more very easily. Our clients aren't so lucky."
"But that's a federal offense," Jimmy interjected. "It's piggish, you prey on people's weaknesses!"
"Not at all," Price retorted. "We didn't give these people the taste for it. We merely supply their demands."
"Besides, anything worth this kind of money, is a serious offense, as far as the law is concerned!" he added.
Jimmy looked at the others around the room to see if anyone else agreed with him, but he was met with just blank stares. He turned to Christine and her eyes were downcast at the floor.
"Well, it's just not exactly what I had in mind. Sorry fellows," Jimmy said.
"I wouldn't be so hasty in your decision," Price almost shouted at him. "You were brought to us by Christine, even though she didn't know exactly what the story was, and now it's too late to back out. We can't let you out now, you know too much and you wouldn't like anything to happen to your little girlfriend here now, would you?"
Jimmy looked at Price's sensual face and it was the hardest face that he had ever seen. He was in a trap, a horrible web of circumstance from which he could not escape.
"What do you think you can do if I just leave and take Christine with me," he asked.
"The police have a way of finding people once they've been tipped off and it's amazing how the narcotics squad find out about people who try to leave. We can't afford that kind of publicity, so it looks as if you're stuck!"
"Well, what good am I to you now, what good is Christine, now that we know?" he interjected.
"Oh, I see, it's that way," Price added.
Christine was almost cringing in one corner, hoping that Jimmy would shut up, so that Price would not be forced to tell him just what sort of thing that she was involved in.
"The only time when there is honor among thieves is when you are useful to us, and I told you how useful you are as a driver. You didn't lose control or blow your cool last night, so right now, you are valuable to us, and that is your only protection."
He glanced at Christine and her eyes were looking at Price with hatred. It was just a second, but Price caught her hateful look and walked across the room towards her.
His hard, cold eyes were blazing as he looked at her and his hand slashed cruelly across her face and she fell backwards.
"You can expect her to take more of this if you decide to back out now," he quipped, "not to mention what will happen to you!"
Jimmy stood there completely frozen to his spot. He knew that it was no good to try to play the knight in shining armor and avenge the slap, because there were too many of the others in the room and things would only get worse and both of them could be badly hurt or even killed.
Why, he thought to himself, did she get me involved with this type of operation. But then he realized that she, herself, must have been desperate to have approached him. This explained a lot of her moods and hesitant feelings she had had during the past week!
He was unable to say anything, do anything, and Price slapped Christine again, this time across her full, well shaped breasts and she fell limply backwards into a chair.
She began to sob quietly while he looked on. She looked at him understandingly, knowingly and her eyes begged him to remain silent.
He was unable to contain himself any longer and he started to her aid.
"Leave her!" Price commanded. "Mind your own business!"
"But she is my business," he replied and once again started towards the chair where she had fallen.
All of a sudden there were hands holding him down so that he could not move and he could feel a swift kick soundly in his groin and he cringed in pain.
She got to her feet and tossed her head in an effort to show Jimmy that she wasn't really hurt that badly. Her face was crimson from the blows she had endured, but moved to a bed and sat down, her fists clenched, her eyes staring at the ceiling so that she would be able to fight back the tears.
Price looked at her for a moment longer, his mouth twisted in a menacing grimace as he nonchalantly tucked his tie back into his coat.
"All right. Let the gentleman go," he commanded to the other men that were holding him down. "You shouldn't treat class that way."
He walked around to the drawer in a desk and drew out a fat wad of bills and laid them in front of Jimmy.
"That's another little advance," he said. "There will be more when we dump the stuff, so why not just sit back and cooperate like a good little boy." He was laughing sadistically, and went to sit on the couch next to Christine.
She tried to move away from his touch as he reached out to grab her by the knee, but his fingers closed tightly around the flesh of her thigh.
Jimmy looked at him and then at Christine. She was in tears, and trembling.
"Please don't touch me. You've got what you wanted. Why don't you just let us alone!" she said.
Price laughed sadistically as his hand began to slide up to the fleshy part of her thigh and his fingers pinched the warm, soft skin on the inside of her legs.
Jimmy looked at her challengingly, but her eyes met his with a cold stare as she tried to stop the tears from flowing, hoping that he would just leave and wait for the next phone call, the call for another job.
He started to walk to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice said, "What's your hurry, son? Why not wait and see the entertainment."
He didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but the grip that was biting into his shoulder blades told him that he had better turn around and stay at the house if only for a little while.
When he went back into the room he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Several of the girls had already stripped down to the brassieres and panties and were tantalizing the men to come join them on the couches. He looked for Christine, but he could not see her. Finally, after a few minutes he heard her voice coming from a door at the far end of the room, crying and pleading with Price.
"You promised me that nothing would happen to Jimmy. You promised that you would never let him know what was happening!" she was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Well, my dear," he said, "since your boyfriend has decided to go straight on us I don't see that I have any choice. After all, the only real hold I have on him is you, you and your beautiful body, your prowess in bed and I can't let that get away. Even if he should try, we still have you and I couldn't let you leave us that easily. After all, you are the best lay in the house, you satisfy every horny bastard that I send around to you, so you too are valuable. Besides, you would miss all the loving you get from Price and his boys now, wouldn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"But you couldn't do that, even you have that much of a sense of promise," she said, trying to appeal to his sensitivity, which was totally lacking.
Jimmy headed towards the direction of the voice in an effort to help her, but in a second there were two men holding him back into the larger room.
"That's okay," Price said. "Let the little boy come in and watch. Let him see his virginal girlfriend in action. Maybe that will change his mind about going to the cops."
All at once the arms that had been holding him back were dragging him into the smaller anteroom where Price was holding Christine. His hands were around her waist and then he appeared he let his hands wander up to the soft, full mounds of her breasts, cupping them and juggling them as if they were made of jelly.
Jimmy tried to break loose and grab her from his lustful hold, but the arms once again grabbed out at him and he could feel himself being pinned to the wall.
"Hold him for just a moment, let him see what his little bitch is about to do to make old Daddy Price happy!" His eyes were lit with passion and cruelty, and there was nothing that he could do and Christine's struggles were futile.
He was being held fast while he watched Price run his hands up and down the soft, voluptuous curves of her body, pinching, fondling, cruelly caressing every inch of her flesh. Christine was struggling, trying to get away from his vise-like grip, but it was useless, his hands were like the claws of a crab, biting and hurting, digging into her and not about to let go.
Jimmy tried to close his eyes and his mind to what was about to happen to his tender sweetheart but his head was forced back up against the wall. "Open your eyes," Price hissed over at him. "I want you to see this!"
Christine looked across at him, her eyes begging with him to understand that she could not help what was going to happen any more than he could help what had happened to him the previous night.
Price dragged her back into the corner of the smaller room and he could hear the tearing of cloth and he knew that Christine was being stripped naked.
The men forced Jimmy around the room until he stood directly opposite a small, dim light that was burning in the corner. Price was busily rummaging at Christine's clothing. He was standing behind her and had ripped off her blouse, revealing her brassiere and the full, supple orbs that protruded from above the cloth. His hand was working itself inside the binding until he reached the tender nipple of her breasts. The other hand was tugging at the waistband of her skirt, ripping the buttons and pulling the thin material to the floor. She stood there completely without outer clothing, dressed in her flimsy underwear ... her brassiere, silk bikini panties, garter belt and stockings and shoes. She was struggling against his power, but it was doing no good, because his massive hands soon found the tiny, red nipples of her breasts and were tweaking them cruelly until they stood completely erect.
"Man, look at those tits," Price said huskily. "I can't wait to get my tongue around those babies."
Jimmy gasped, he could not stand the thought of anyone else touching his girl, the girl he loved so much, the girl with whom he had shared so many tender moments of love lately. Their lovemaking had not been out of depravity, lustfulness, it had been out of love, tender love and he could not bear the thought of anyone else touching her body.
He tried to free himself from the hands that held him fast to the wall, but with each renewed effort he was forced backwards until his head slammed soundly into the plaster, causing his ears to ring.
Price had unfastened the hooks of Christine's brassiere and was tugging at the straps in an effort to release the binding from her body. She could do nothing to stop him as he roughly pulled the thin silk straps so tight and furiously that they finally broke and her breasts stood out like two white cones, full and resilient. Price's hands covered them harshly, pinching the soft flesh of her bosom and tweaking her pink nipples into erectness so that they stood out provocatively, temptingly.
The other men in the group caught their breath and you could hear a huge gasp sound throughout the room.
"Aren't they beauties," he laughed. "Think of sucking on these mounds."
The men watched him jealously as he fondled her sensitive breasts, squeezing them into various shapes, leaving deep, red fingerprints wherever he touched.
She watched the men as they glared at her and finally her eyes had the courage to meet Jimmy's once again. He was standing there helplessly, watching the horrible degradation and humiliation of her body, the body that he loved and cherished so much.
Price's hands began to wander further down her body until he was holding her tightly around her slim waist, forcing her buttocks back into his pelvis. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the material of his pants and she knew that there was no way that he would be left unsatisfied, and that Jimmy and all of the other men would be there to watch her ultimate humiliation and shame as he planted his seed of lust deep inside her unwilling body.
The panting in the room began almost a roar and Jimmy, in spite of his revulsion could feel his penis begin to stiffen within the confines of his trousers. The sight of this beautiful girl, his girl, bare-breasted in front of him, would cause any man to desire her regardless of the circumstances.
Price could no longer control himself with just the feeling of her breasts and he let his hands slide down inside her silk panties until he could find the clasp of her garter belt. Deftly he unhooked the eyes that held the belt up and let it fall casually aside, giving his fingers more room to explore what was being concealed inside the soft covering of silk over her crotch. His fingers began to work swiftly at tugging the restricting panties down and letting the garter belt fall until she stood in front of him and the men completely naked except for her stockings which were hanging loosely around her knees.
The men that were holding Jimmy were finding it difficult to keep their grasp on him because of the burning within their own loins. Every man present was worked to fever pitch and wanted to take her, rape her, and impale her with their own lust-hardened cocks.
But Price was having the time of his life, running his hands over every curve on her body, twisting her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples until they ached and then slowly running his hands down her body again until they rested web-like on the softness of her belly.
Christine tried to break away from his grip by throwing her body forward, but instead she fell forward onto the bed that was in the middle of the room and her stockings dropped to her ankles.
Without wasting a moment Price fell on top of her in order to prevent her from escaping and held her roughly to the mattress.
He commanded one of the men to pull off her stockings so that he would have better leverage and one of the thugs came forward and ripped the silk stockings from her legs. Now she lay there completely naked, vulnerable for all to see and for Price to do with as he pleased.
Jimmy was frozen to the wall, he knew that it was no use for him to struggle any longer. There was no way that he could protect her. He still didn't know that she had submitted to this kind of treatment many times in the weeks previous to his finding her.
She lay whimpering on the bed, trembling uncontrollably as she felt Price's hungry hands begin to explore the lower part of her body. He held her down until he could move one thigh over her body, pinning her helplessly and only then did his hands begin to roam into every secret crevice of her cringing form.
His fingers felt, pinched and prodded at every inch of her soft, white flesh until they finally came to rest on her pubic mound and tease obscenely at the soft blond hair. He pinched the full fleshy lips causing her to twitch and cry out in pain, but it was to no avail.
"Just wait, baby," he chuckled menacingly, "I ain't begun nothin' yet."
His fingers again fondled at the fleshy, red lips of her vagina and pulled at them gently at first and then slowly increased the pressure and pulled them wide apart. She could not help herself and in spite of her fear and shame at Jimmy watching she was beginning to feel tiny pangs of passion building up within her own loins, but she tried to fight it.
She thought to herself that she couldn't let herself get carried away by this pig of a man, especially while Jimmy was watching. It was too degrading and she clenched her eyes tightly shut and prayed for the strength to resist. She couldn't let it go any further. But, his maddening fingers prodded constantly at the opening of her vaginal passage, pushing gently, then roughly against the lips of her cunt and teasing the hard bud of her clitoris. She began to shake under his touch, the fire in her loins beginning to build almost to a fever pitch.
Oh God, no! she thought. I can't let this happen to me. I can't react to this animal. Please dear God don't let it happen ... don't let it happen!
His hands rubbed her private parts menacingly and he growled, "You're going to beg me for it, baby. Just you wait! You're going to beg me to put my cock inside you! We're gonna show this pip-squeak boyfriend what a hot little bitch you really are!"
She tried to cry out, No, you won't. I won't let you, but the words stuck in her throat as her body began to involuntarily grind beneath his hands.
His fingers were prying the lips of her already moistened pussy apart until he could see the open, wet orifice of her cunt and roughly slipped one finger in all the way up to the hilt. He wiggled it teasingly, scraping at the walls of the warm, wet channel and she moved against his hand as if she had no control. When he had tantalized her enough with just one finger, he pushed another into her opening, stretching her vaginal passage further and further apart. His two fingers worked rapidly inside her, pushing her and pulling her at their will, teasing her for something bigger to fill the suddenly burning channel between her legs.
She bucked her body back against his fingers as if she were begging for more. She was wet with passion and she almost forgot that she had an audience.
"That's it, baby! Beg your old daddy for it. Work into me!" Price whispered huskily, his eyes glistening in triumph across the room at the horrified boy.
Jimmy was now numb from watching the obscene spectacle and he could feel the bulge in his trousers involuntarily growing larger and larger.
"Look at the little boyfriend," Price spat at the men holding him to the wall. Then he jerked up Christine's head until her eyes were just even with the fly of Jimmy's pants.
"I think he wants some too," he laughed wickedly. "Too bad right now, you'll have to wait your turn fellow! I got first cracks at this hot little bitch." He had a cruel glint in his eyes and his face was contorted with passion as he spoke.
"You should feel this tight little pussy. It's so wet and smooth. It's going to be like hot butter when I shove my prick up in it." He hissed to the men as he cruelly taunted them both.
"She's going to have to beg me for it, and I want her boyfriend to hear her pleas for me to fuck her and make her cum. I'm sure he'll like hearing his sweet little girl screaming for a cock between her legs."
She could feel his fingering make her writhe and push against his hand. She wanted to be satisfied. She wanted a huge, hard prick to be buried into her, all up to her belly. She wanted to feel a man's hardened penis thrust into her until she could make them cum inside her hot cunt and make it cum inside her hot cunt and make it deflate like an old inner tube. That was her real satisfaction, making the hard, stiff massive rods of manhood deflate inside her weakly and helplessly until she could scream with delight.
She didn't know that she was developing a masochistic streak in her, but she had been handled, pinched and fingered by so many men in the past few weeks that her only pleasure came from making those massive, menacing pricks limp again. Of course, she herself would cum before she afforded them that pleasure of burying their sperm deep inside her channel.
Price's fingers were working feverishly inside her cunt, scraping the sensitive walls of her vagina roughly and making the juices of her sex flow until she was completely flooded with the warm, teasing liquid of desire.
He could feel the moisture from her vagina as it rolled down his fingers and into the palm of his hand.
She was ready, the little bitch, he thought, but I'm gonna make her wait before I afford her the pleasure of my cock inside her tight little pussy.
Her body bucked back against his and she gasped for breath. "God damn it, FUCK ME! Put it in me, put it in me!" she cried out between her shortened breaths.
"No, you little, bitch. Not yet. You're gonna show us what stamina you have. When I get through with you, you won't want anyone else, but everyone else is going to have you ... including your precious boyfriend. And then, I can watch."
His other hand had found its way back to the fullness of her breasts and he was pinching the nipples with brute force until she was crying out in pain, while his other fingers continued their maddening manipulations inside her vagina. It didn't seem as if she could stand this teasing any longer and she could hear herself pleading with Price to fuck her and fuck her hard.
"Put it in me! Put it in me now," she begged. "I can't stand it any longer!"
Jimmy could not believe what he was hearing, but his own denied passion was building to a point that it didn't matter who the girl on the bed was--nothing mattered but the teasing ache in his loins.
Price glanced up once again and called to one of the girls in the other room.
"Nancy, come here," he commanded.
A second later, an older dark haired girl came into the room and walked to the bed.
"Yes sir," she answered. "Anything at all that I can do for you?" she laughed.
"Take care of that young man being held against the wall, while I fuck his precious little girlfriend silly here."
"It would be my pleasure," she answered.
She moved across the room to where Jimmy was being held and slowly and tantalizingly ran her hand over his hardened manhood beneath his trousers.
"Uuummmm, he's very large and very hard," she murmured. "This I will enjoy."
Christine lifted her head from the bed horrified while she watched the other girl begin to fondle Jimmy until he began to squirm against her touch. He was being driven out of his mind. He could feel the hands on his shoulders begin to loosen as she increased her ardent fondling of his penis. He could feel the warmth of her hands through his trousers and as much as he tried to fight it, he could feel his penis begin to throb and jerk with each further caress.
Slowly she let her fingers pull at the fly of his trousers and unzip the confining material. His cock jerked against the cotton of his shorts and ached to be freed. She let her fingers reach inside and gently pull out his pulsating phallus until it jerked upwards against his belt. She watched it fascinated for a moment as it bobbed up and down, completely in her power. Finally she loosened the belt of his pants and let them fall to the floor. She took his throbbing young cock in her hands and rubbed it sensuously, up and down, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth as if it were soft, resilient rubber.
He could feel the pressure building in his loins as this strange girl played with his prick. At the same time he was watching with horrified fascination the gyrations that Christine was going through trying to get Price to finally screw her. The lewd combination was exciting him as he had never been excited before.
Finally the girl dropped to her knees and placed her mouth near his pulsating rod, blowing her hot breath over it temptingly. He tried to force his hips forward towards her mouth in a desperate effort to force her to take his tortured rod inside and suck it until the blood-filled head would explode. But, she was too clever for that, she knew how to prolong his agony and worked to that end.
Slowly she let her tongue run over the tender underside of his penis, breathing heavily, enveloping his manhood with her warm saliva. Her tongue slithered up and down his young, but immense cock, never quite taking it completely into her mouth. She was driving him out of his mind, and she knew it.
While she continued her tantalizing, Price was still working furiously on Christine. He withdrew his fingers from her hot, wet vagina and began to run his mouth over every part of her body, pausing briefly for a moment on her belly before he let his lips wander down further towards her now hungrily throbbing pussy.
His tongue licked her soft, pliant flesh, pushing little indents into it with each stab of his tongue. She quivered under his caress and tried to force her hips up towards his mouth in a desperate effort to quell the raging fire between her widespread legs. Price chuckled softly at her efforts and taunted: "I'll get to you when I feel like it. Meanwhile, you may as well relax and enjoy it, pussycat!" And he laughed out loud.
There was nothing that she could do to force his head and his wet, snaking mouth down between her loins. Her vagina ached with desire and she longed to be filled with manhood, at this point it didn't matter whose as long as she could feel it bury into her and make her cum as she had never cum before.
His tongue licked temptingly at the lips of her vaginal slit, but he did not venture any further than that for several minutes. He sucked furiously at the soft wet lips, and let his tongue tickle the hard bud of her clitoris until she was actually bucking and jerking uncontrollably on the bed.
"You want it, baby, you want it?" he teased between the wet lickings of his lips.
"Please ... Please...." she begged. "I want it! I want you to fuck me! Someone fuck me!" she moaned.
One of the men who had been holding Jimmy volunteered, "I'll fuck her, boss. I'll fuck her good and proper. Can I fuck her?" he pleaded, for his own cock was throbbing nervously inside his pants.
Price lifted his head from her cunt for a moment and answered, "I'll let you know when you can get on her. Lay off, right now I'm having my fun. If you're so damn anxious, why don't you bugger the kid next to you," he said sneering at Jimmy, who was writhing desperately under the wildly sucking lips of the older girl.
Nancy was working her mouth up and down on the young boy's prick, pulling hard on the head as she withdrew her lips from around the fleshy, erect staff.
He felt himself going out of control and he knew that he could not hold back much longer or he would explode. His eyes were no longer fastened on Christine and Price, but solely on the oval-shaped mouth that was working so furiously down on his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips forward towards her open mouth, pushing his rod deep down into her throat until she almost choked.
"Hold it a minute, buddy," she sputtered. "I'm not the grand canyon, and you're not exactly under developed, you know."
The crudeness of her language only excited him more and he knew that his pulsing penis was about to burst. With one final effort he pushed deeply into her mouth and his hips began to jerk violently as he felt the flood of his sperm empty into the very depths of her throat and trickle wetly out the sides of her mouth.
"God, aaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming," he panted as his hips thrust forward in a final stab and he felt himself growing limp inside the grip of her lips.
She held his limp prick tight until his final spasmodic contraction and then at last let it fall limply out of her mouth as she fell exhaustedly to the floor.
"Nice work, Nance," Price called from the bed. "You do good work. In fact, you do your best work on your knees!" And he laughed again.
His mouth now was enveloping every fold of Christine's vagina, his tongue was stabbing deep into the channel of her cunt and she was begging for him to make her cum!
"I can't stand it anymore, have pity ... fill me, fill me with your prick," she gasped. Slowly Price began to move up her body until he could feel his own penis jerking and throbbing between her wide spread thighs, inviting him into the depths of her tight, contracting pussy.
He knew that she was desperate and that she wanted to be fucked more than anything else in the world right at this moment, but he derived some sadistic pleasure from making her beg for it, and he was not about to let her have her way just yet.
She could feel the weight of his body as it moved up on her and she thought that he would take her at last, but he had other ideas.
Jimmy was limp and the men that had been holding him let him fall slowly to the floor as they began to masturbate themselves in order to gain their own personal satisfaction.
Price looked up and saw that both Jimmy and Nancy were lying crossways on the carpet and he shouted, "Bring him over here. I'm not through with him yet either!" Quickly the men grabbed his shoulders again and dragged him to the bedside, throwing him carelessly over Christine's prostrate body.
"Pull him up so his cock hangs in her face," he commanded, and the men jumped to obey him.
Jimmy opened his eyes and let them wander over the body that he had thought was so virginal and pure when he first took her, but now he was beginning to understand why she had been so afraid and so hesitant about taking him home. He wondered just how she got mixed up with this kind of man, but his mind was too full of other things to really comprehend the whole situation.
He felt himself being dragged across the bed until his limp, satiated cock lay across the face of his desire-wracked girl.
Christine did not waste any time grabbing the deflated penis of her school-mate lover and began to suck noisily on his limp staff. Jimmy had just been completely satisfied and he was not an experienced enough lover to be able to react to her demanding mouthing immediately.
Price chuckled wickedly, "I'll fuck you when you can make him hard enough again to cum in your mouth!" And he continued his teasing caresses on every part of her body, driving her almost out of her mind.
Christine was mouthing Jimmy's prick like a wild woman. She wanted to be satisfied so badly, yet she wasn't sure whether or not Jimmy would be able to become erect again.
"Noooo," she whispered. "Please take me now, and I'll do anything that you want me to do!"
Price ignored her pleas as he watched her voraciously sucking Jimmy's limp prick in her mouth in an effort to make him hard again.
"See, dear, I'm more of a man than you'll ever know again, and don't you forget it!" He spat at her.
"Your boyfriend is a one shot deal, one fuck and he's out of the game. Me ... I can go all night!"
"Well, go on me now ... I'm so ready. I want you, I want your prick inside me!" she begged.
He just laughed as he pinched her breasts cruelly, sadistically, and she jerked helplessly from the pain.
Jimmy lay half way on his side, his pelvis lying flat against the top of her head and his penis lying weakly over her face as she sucked and held it with her mouth, afraid to let it go for fear that it might lose the slight rigidity that she had already started, while Price's hands, mouth and fingers teased every nerve in her body.
Finally, she began to feel new life return to Jimmy's penis and she sucked furiously at the stem and the head of the stiffening rod of flesh. Slowly he began to react to her mouthing and his hips wiggled in back of her, trying to push his hardening penis further into her mouth and throat. Price looked up at the spectacle and delighted in the complete subservience that he held over the people who were unlucky enough to have fallen into his grasp.
Christine was wriggling her body, demanding to be fulfilled in her vagina while she sucked on Jimmy's penis and finally Price let his hand wander down to her vaginal opening once more. He grabbed her clitoris roughly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it with brute force and she cried out. He shoved two fingers deep into the well of her cunt and wiggled them furiously. She could no longer contain herself and Price knew it, but he didn't want her to cum like this, besides he was just about at the breaking point himself.
He moved his body fully on top of hers and let his throbbing penis work its way to the lips of her vaginal slit and with one quick hip-thrusting stab, impaled her to the hilt.
"Aaaggghhhhhh," she moaned. "Yes, yes ... yes, do it to me, fuck me good. That's it!" He began to move his hips up and down and in and out of her wet, hot vagina, feeling the walls of her cunt contract and relax around his pulsing rod. It was such a sweet agony. He watched her as she mouthed her boyfriend and gasped out to the men standing near the bed, "Hold his head up so he can see me fucking the daylights out of his proud little bitch. God, she's a hot one!"
The men grabbed Jimmy's head and pushed it forward so that he had a full view of Price's fucking and thrusting into Christine. His prick was growing thick and hot inside her mouth and the sight of the cruel fucking down between her legs only built him to a greater uncontrollable desire. He felt his loins tense again and he knew that he was about to cum for the second time within minutes.
Price continued his savage, humiliating stabs deep into the vagina of the passion-filled girl and he delighted in the thought that he had completely humiliated her, depraved her and reduced her to a complete animal, and all, all in front of the person she loved the most.
His own loins were becoming hotter and hotter and it would not be long before he would spill his load into her wanting vagina. He heard her moan and felt her writhing wildly underneath him as she was about to go into the throes of her own orgasm.
"Uuuggghhhh, oooohhhhhh ... fuck me now deeper ... deeper ... I'm cumming," she gasped and her hips pushed up against his while her mouth searched once again for the penis she had let go just for the moment.
The sight of this lovely girl, lying there completely overcome in her own passion was too much for him to bear and he could feel the blood begin to boil in the end of his penis and surge up to the head of his prick. When he thrust this last time deep into her cervix, he felt himself explode in one gigantic orgasm, spilling all his hot, liquid sperm into the deepest part of her belly.
Finally, exhausted, he rolled off the top of her and rested alongside her perspiring body, completely satisfied.
He closed his eyes, but he could hear her young boyfriend gasping in the middle of his own orgasm and he knew that her other orifice was also being filled with hot, male fluid and he chuckled softly to himself: Yes, this was a triumph, a real triumph of lust over love.
CHAPTER 8
It was several days before Jimmy went to see Christine again. He couldn't forget what had happened, how she had made love to Price and seemed to enjoy it, and how he himself had been humiliated by another one of the girls. He knew that he was involved in a tangled situation that would be extremely difficult, if not impossible to get out of, but he had to try and he had to try to get Christine out of it also.
Price called him again after a few days and told him that they had arranged for another job and he should be at the hideout the following night about eleven o'clock. Before he could answer, Price hung up the phone. He wasn't used to refusals and he knew what would happen to Christine if he refused to drive the car.
He decided that he had to see Christine that afternoon so he called the house and arranged to meet her in a bar a few blocks from where she lived.
It was difficult for their eyes to meet as they sat in the local tavern after their last experience.
Neither one of them wanted to say anything about it and it seemed to be mutually understood that the whole incident would go by un mentioned.
"Price called me for another job tomorrow night," he said, breaking the silence. "I don't want to go, but it looks as if I have no choice. I know that you were trapped into this whole mess without realizing what was happening, but maybe after this next job we will be able to get out of here. I'll have my pay for driving the car and we can leave. We may have to leave the country, but anything is better than staying here and living this kind of life for the next few years!"
"How marvelous it would be if only it could be true," Christine added, "but you know that Price will never let us get away with it. He's watching me day and night now, and I'm sure he has his spies following you also. It would be taking quite a chance."
"Don't worry, or at least try not to, I'll have everything arranged," he said.
She leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so much," she said and grabbed his hand tightly.
They walked together back to his hotel room and once they were safely inside his room, he locked the door.
"No one will bother us here, sweetheart," he said as he pulled her strongly to him.
"Oh darling," she whispered against his ear, "I wanted to make love to you all afternoon, but I was afraid that you wouldn't touch me after...." The rest of her sentence was lost against his lips as he kissed her warmly and desperately.
Within a few moments, he had unfastened the hooks of her dress and let it fall to the floor and his hands reached for the fastening of her brassiere. She was trembling in his arms and her hands were caressing the inner part of his thighs and the hardness of his penis as it jerked against the material of his trousers. Slowly she pulled at the fly until he could feel her cool fingers reach inside his pants and pull his erect and pulsing manhood out of its confines.
His hands worked quickly and smoothly unfastening articles of clothing and letting them fall where they would. Finally when she was completely naked except for her soft, silk panties, he pulled her passionately to the bed and began to kiss the taut, pink nipples of her breasts as she writhed and moaned under him. It was such delicious agony for him to touch her, caress her and feel her return his lovemaking with the same passionate ardor. She was tugging at the bottom of his slacks in an effort to pull them off so that she would have better access to his hardened manhood. He eased his hips up from the bed to make it easier for her to undress him. When she was finally able to pull the slacks from him, she let her hands wander inside the tight elastic of his shorts until she could feel the complete, massive erectness of his rod and she began to massage it up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the tightness in his loins begin to build as she continued her relentless caress, and he ran his hands over her body as if trying to memorize every curve and line of her voluptuous figure. Her legs were stretched out and slightly apart so that he would have easy access to the intimate crevice of her loins. His fingers played casually with the hard bud of her clitoris, rubbing it faster and harder with each second. She moaned under his touch and raised her hips forward so that he could have even greater access to her moist, aching vagina.
"I can't stand it," she moaned. "You're driving me wild!"
She lifted her face from the bed and her tongue began to trace a pattern down his chest and belly, nibbling gently at the taut skin until her mouth closed down like a warm glove over his thick, pulsing organ.
His loins were aflame, consumed in a fire that swept through his entire body as she sucked constantly on his throbbing prick. Her tongue played with the reddened knob, teasing it as it jerked inside the cavern of her mouth and throat. He could feel his whole body begin to shake as her mouth and lips moved up and down on his hot, hard penis and he let his fingers sink deep into the well of her vagina.
He could feel her wiggling back against fingers and he moved them wildly inside her so that she was writhing and twisting in an uncontrolled fury.
"Oh darling," she gasped, "fuck me now, please fuck me now, I can't stand it any longer."
She seemed to be almost insatiable as she pulled her mouth away from his stiff, jerking manhood and crushed his mouth with hers. She threw her body on top of his and began to straddle his huge, throbbing penis, but he would not take his fingers away from her hot, moist vagina.
"In a moment, darling," he whispered. "First, I want to be sure that you are really ready, because I am about to burst from wanting to fuck you."
"Oh yes, yes, yes ... God, I'm so ready, please take me, take me NOW," she almost screamed at him.
She reached down between his legs and grabbed his hard, erect cock and guided it towards her waiting, denied channel. He moved his hips closer to her and with one violent thrust, impaled his huge manhood deep into her belly. She gasped in pain at the sudden entry, but then began to rock against him, teasingly and persistently so that he could feel her pull away from him and then push her hips back in again as his penis slipped in and out of her tight, hot passage.
"Fuck me," she begged, "it's so good, darling, it's so good!"
He slammed his throbbing phallus deep into her waiting cunt, increasing the pressure and the force with each thrust. She could feel him completely filling her insides and she knew that she was about to cum.
Her persistent gasps and cries excited him to his breaking point and as he felt the walls of her vagina contracting tightly around his pistoning cock, he too, began to grind out his orgasm, filling her with his hot boiling sperm until it felt as though his very life itself were being sucked and drained from him.
"Oh God, darling, my whole belly feels filled like it's never been filled before." She crooned softly beneath him.
After they had caught their breath, they relaxed on the bed and began to plan just how they would escape from the grasp of Price and his men and their life of crime.
* * *
Christine walked back to the house and slowly climbed the stairs to her room, still thinking and worrying about Jimmy and what would happen the next night when the gang went to pull another job. She lay down on her bed and tried to sleep, but her mind was too occupied with the thought that something dreadful was going to happen and she couldn't put it out of her mind.
She was just beginning to doze slightly when she was startled by someone opening her door.
"So, you finally decided to come back!" It was Price who was directing her.
"I just went out to meet Jimmy for some drinks and we went for a walk," she lied.
"The hell you did! You seem to forget that I have eyes and ears all over this town and I know where you were!" he barked.
She cringed slightly back into the bed as his hand came up to slap her soundly across the face and deliver a second blow across her full, sensitive breasts.
"Now are you going to tell me what you two have in mind or do I have to beat it out of you?" he commanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered.
"Well, let me enlighten you, my dear," he said sarcastically. "I know that your boyfriend doesn't approve of our little operation and that he has something planned, like maybe getting out," he said coldly.
"Well, if he does, he didn't say anything to me about it," she lied.
"I happen to know that that's not true, a friend of mine heard you planning something this afternoon. Let me warn you, you had better tell him to forget it, because even if he should be successful in getting out of New York City, he won't get very far and you are not going anywhere, I'm going to make sure of that!" His tone was menacing and she knew that he was serious and not to be fooled with.
"If your friend decides to go through with his foolish plan, you can tell him that you are going to be taken back to our little retreat in Westport for the amusement of our more demanding clients. You remember the first time you were there, don't you, dear?"
The thought of all those horrible perverts abusing her again, doping her and using her in any fashion they so desired made her feel sick and she rolled over on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
"As a matter-of-fact, I think that you should call him, because I am taking you there myself tonight for safe keeping. So get dressed!" he yelled at her.
She was trembling when she got up from the bed, but she knew that she would have to obey him or suffer the consequences.
"In the meantime," he added, "we are going to deal with your little boyfriend!"
"Ww-what, are you going to do," she stammered.
Her stomach had frozen and she felt nauseous, and put her hand to her mouth as if to prevent the ill feeling.
"Well, I haven't really decided yet, but," he added, with a vicious grin, "When we get to the docks tomorrow night, there may be a little accident and he may never come back, just like he wanted it!" He laughed cruelly as he saw the look of horror on her face.
She thought that her whole world was collapsing around her and she asked, "Suppose I talk to him, maybe I can persuade him to come around to your way of thinking, then will you let him alone. Please ... don't do anything to him. I don't care what you do with me, but don't hurt him!"
"Very touching, I'm sure," he snarled, "but no one, and I mean no one crosses me up, I'm too big a man in this town and don't you forget it!"
"At any rate, my dear, I wouldn't count on seeing your precious Jimmy again," he added.
"I won't see him anymore if that's the way you want it, but please don't kill him. If you do, I swear that somehow, some way, I'll get even with you. I'll have the cops down on you so fast it will make your head spin!" she bravely threatened, knowing full well it was hopeless.
He glared at her coldly and said, "You stupid bitch. Do you think that you can bargain with me? Nobody, but nobody bargains with me, I give the orders and I can do what I please!"
She tried to out-stare his cruel beady, eyes, but she was frightened and didn't know quite what she should do.
"Hurry up," he commanded her. "Don't just stand there like a dummy. Get dressed or do you want a good thrashing, and you know I can do it ... with pleasure."
Mechanically she obeyed him and followed him out of the room and down the stairs to the car that was waiting to take her to Connecticut.
CHAPTER 9
Jimmy had not heard a word from Christine the whole next day and she wasn't at the house when he went looking for her and no one seemed too anxious to volunteer any information, so he went back to his hotel room and waited for George to come by to pick him up for the evening's job.
The palms of his hands were damp when George finally called upstairs on the house phone for him to come down, that they were ready to go. He remembered Chris' apprehension the previous day and he wondered if maybe she had been right. He knew that she should have contacted him that afternoon and he was certain that something had happened to her.
When the car finally pulled into the hideout, he asked Price where Chris had gone.
"She is taking a little rest in the country. She decided that she needed a vacation in order to do some serious thinking, maybe about your relationship. You know that you have been occupying a lot of her time and she hasn't had much time to work ... for me! And, I don't like that," he growled at him.
Jimmy was still uncertain about what he was supposed to do when they got to the docks, nobody had briefed him like they had the last time and he didn't like it. He wondered if maybe Price had found out that he and Christine had planned to get away. Maybe that was why she was unavailable and he had a queasy feeling in his stomach. They wouldn't try to get rid of him, would they? A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind and he became more uneasy as each new and sordid idea raced through his worried mind. He followed the van in front of him just like the last time and pulled up behind it when they reached the dark warehouse.
"We're all going in this time," he shouted to him. "It's heavy work and we need every hand we can get!"
This was unusual because someone had to be there to get the car and the loot out of danger in case someone came. It didn't make any sense that they would leave the car and the van unattended.
He climbed out of the car, his knees were shaking, but he hoped that no one else could see his fear. He couldn't let his fears, which may be imagined, get the best of him. In any case, he decided to keep a very close watch on Price and not get left alone with him.
George was picking the lock on the warehouse and within a few minutes the heavy steel doors swung open.
"Quick, everyone inside," Price ordered.
As the gang moved through the door, he saw Price's hand move to his pocket and his heart felt like it was down in his stomach.
The men had just begun to move the crates out of the door into the van when all of a sudden the lights went on all over the warehouse and a voice shouted, "Okay, everyone stay right where they are. You're all under arrest!"
Price's hand came out of his pocket and there was a glint of steel and he heard a gasp coming from somewhere behind one of the lights. He jumped forward in an effort to see what had happened, but the night watchman that had surprised them was already lying dead on the cement floor of the warehouse, a knife sticking out of his chest.
It had all happened so quickly that Jimmy hardly realized what was going on, and as he looked around the group he could see that he was not the only one that was visibly shaken. The group began to break and hide behind various crates around the warehouse and waited there for several minutes. When no one else came to bother them Price ordered the men to continue their work.
Jimmy could not help but wonder whether that knife had been meant for him, and as he moved to help one of the men with a heavy crate, he asked, "Is he dead?"
"Never mind about that, it's too late now anyway. Let's just get this stuff loaded and get out of here," Price shouted.
The men loaded the van and the car and everyone hopped in to take off and go back to the hideout. When they reached the gate where they had come in, all of a sudden lights went on all over the place and Price yelled, "Narks! Christ, we're surrounded!" Jimmy floored the accelerator and headed straight for the gate while Price drew out a gun from another pocket and began to shoot.
"Run them over if you have to," he commanded. "Just get us out of here or we'll all burn!"
He hesitated for just a second and then raced the engine and the car shot through the gate, and he could feel a thud as he passed by and he knew that he had probably hit one of the policemen. The lights were blazing throughout the dock yard, but the car now sped down the dark street and turned down a narrow alleyway that Price directed him to.
"I'm sure I hit one of them," he stammered as he spoke to Price.
"Well, what did you expect, they wouldn't get out of the way. We couldn't exactly stop and ask them to move! Don't worry about it, kid, we're in deep enough without sweating something like that!"
He couldn't believe that Price could be so callused, and his hands were still shaking on the wheel. They were winding dangerously through the narrow streets when suddenly Price turned to him and put a gun at the side of his neck.
"What's this?" he asked shakily, because he was sure that he already knew what it meant.
"It's just a little reminder that we have Christine and if you ever say anything about our operation or try to leave town, she won't be treated exactly with kid gloves. You get what I mean," he barked.
It was all he could do to keep his hands on the wheel, they were shaking so badly, but he knew that if he didn't get them away from there he would be killed, or worse yet, they would torture or kill Chris.
The car tore down another alleyway and finally pulled up in front of the hideout and the men piled out and ran in.
"Put the car in the garage," he ordered Jimmy.
He was tempted to take the car and make a run for it, but he realized that it would be entirely too easy to trace him and then what would happen to him and to Chris. His thoughts drifted to Chris and he wondered what she was going through right now. He knew that she would be worried and he wished that he could call her and let her know that he had gotten back all right. At least up to this point, it looked as if everything was going to be all right.
Christine was being held in the house in Connecticut with one bruiser of a body guard. She had wanted to call the police and tell them about the raid on the dock, but her guard's eyes never left her for a second. She was wearing a rather tight fitting summer dress which did nothing to conceal her full, round bosom and shapely legs and buttocks.
She glared at the man who was guarding her and asked, "What is your name, anyway. I hate to keep saying, hey you?"
"Robert," the ox of a man replied and it was obvious that he was rather dull-minded, and she felt uneasy at the way he was staring at her.
"You Price's girl?" he asked in the thick guttural accent of the Eastside.
"No," she replied hesitantly.
"Then why does he want to keep you here all by yourself, anyway," he inquired.
"He wants me to earn money for him ... by sleeping with men," she answered. She couldn't force herself to say the word prostitute, it grated her.
Robert grinned his idiot grin and said, "Well, then maybe I can be the first one today! Let me see your legs, pull up your skirt!"
She could feel the blood rush to her head and she reluctantly lifted her skirt up a little way.
"Higher," he ordered and hesitantly she raised the hem of her skirt until it was even with the lace at the bottom of her silk panties.
He looked at her lustfully, imagining what was inside those silk briefs, and wondered what it would be like to run his hand over her full, soft breasts, over her smooth rounded buttocks and between her thighs until he could feel the opening of her vagina.
Christine dropped her skirt and turned away from him, but he walked over to her and turned her around. She noticed that his penis was beginning to bulge in his pants and she felt disgusted.
"You're not so bad," he told her, his breath coming heavily.
"Really," she answered rather sarcastically, but she could tell that she would not have a chance against his brute strength if he decided he wanted to play games with her, so she changed her tone.
"Sit on that chair," he commanded her. "And spread your legs, I wanna see your pussy."
Reluctantly she obeyed him and pulled her legs wide apart as she sat down on the over stuffed easy chair so that he could have a good view between her legs. She could see that he was getting very excited and the bulge in his pants was beginning to jerk against the tightness of the material.
Maybe, she thought desperately, if I can get him excited enough I'll be able to get out of here. I may be able to catch him at a disadvantage and make a run for it. The thought of this beastly man touching her made her skin crawl, but it didn't look as if she had any choice.
"Take off your panties," he told her, watching her every move as she stood up slowly and let her hands fumble hesitantly over the tight elastic of her silk briefs. She slowly pulled them away from her hips and let them fall down around her ankles, her body trembling with fear.
His breathing was almost a pant now and he pushed her back into the chair and grabbing her knees, he forced her thighs wide apart, completely exposing the vulnerable, pink vagina. He let his eyes feast for a moment on her tight, unwanting orifice. Then, when he could no longer stand the temptation, he let one finger slowly tickle the naked opening, working his finger round and round the soft hair-covered vaginal lips until she began to squirm from the pressure of his touch.
Slowly he stepped back and began to unbutton his pants and unzip the fly until he could easily pull out his giant, throbbing organ. He stood in front of her, with his penis jerking up and walked back and forth in front of her like he was on parade.
"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked her, although it was more of a statement.
She was trying to fight back her revulsion, but managed a weak, "Yes, yes, it's very nice!"
"It'll go into you nice like, and you'll love it." As he spoke he moved towards her, but she moved from the chair and went slowly to him. She couldn't let him take her on the chair and besides she had to be within reach of something to hit him with if she had the opportunity. But, she knew she had to play the part well.
She reached out and softly touched his penis and began to stroke it up and down. Her cool fingers felt good to him and he reached behind her and cupped the supple, rounded mounds of her buttocks in his hands and rocked her towards him. She was cringing under his sickening touch, but he was too involved in his own passion to notice that her other hand had reached out and grabbed a pewter ornament that was standing on one of the tables. In one terrible moment she brought it crashing down on his head and he fell back, wavering for just a moment, and then fell heavily to the floor.
She grabbed her pocketbook and raced out into the dimly lit street and searched for the nearest telephone booth.
Her fingers shaking she dialed the operator and said, "Get me the police, please. And hurry, this is an emergency."
After detailing the plan of the robbery to the police sergeant who answered, she walked up and down the streets of the neighborhood until a car finally pulled up and answered her wave. "Can we drive you somewhere?" She looked inside the car and saw that it was a young couple, and answered, "Yes, oh yes, please. Take me to the train station. It's awfully important!"
She spent the hour on the train to New York wondering whether or not the police had arrived in time and if they did, what had happened. She had no way of knowing that the raid was already over and the men were at the hideout. She was afraid what would happen when Robert came to and what he would tell Price about the events of their evening. She rationalized that she could always tell Price, if she ever saw him again, that he had tried to rape her and she was only trying to protect herself, because she didn't think that he would like it. She could appeal to his male ego and he was just enough of an egomaniac to believe her and be flattered. She was more concerned about what had happened to Jimmy. She wished that she were with him right now and he was holding her, telling her that everything would be all right.
Finally the train pulled into Grand Central Station and she made her way up the long steps to the 42nd Street Exit and hailed a cab and gave him the directions to Jimmy's hotel.
The night manager finally let her into his room after she slipped him a five dollar bribe and she lay back on the bed and tried to doze. She had bolted the door from the inside, but she knew that the hotel man would tell Jimmy that she was there when he arrived.
It seemed like hours but finally there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it," she asked.
"Jimmy," a muffled voice answered.
She jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it quickly. The man standing outside her door was not Jimmy! It was Price! She wanted to scream, but it froze in her throat. The man came in and closed the door behind him.
"You didn't expect to see me, did you?" She had never heard such a cruel, menacing tone in Price's voice before.
She just stood there glued to the spot, not knowing what to do. She couldn't scream, because she was sure that Price had taken very good care of the man at the desk and he would just ignore anything that would happen.
She felt a fist hit her in the stomach and she doubled up and fell to the floor. Price grabbed her up by the shoulders and threw her savagely onto the bed and began to slap her face until she was swollen and tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face.
"So, you little bitch," he screamed, "you thought you could get away with it. Well, I've got news for you, the only people that the police got was your boyfriend. We set him up beautifully and I don't think that he will ever get out of that jail. Don't think that he'll squeal either, we made sure he understood us before we made him the pigeon!"
She was trembling as she watched Price's face contorted with rage and he could hardly speak because of his anger. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists and raised his arm to strike her again, but she put her arms in front of her face and warded off the powerful blow.
He dragged her up from the bed and pushed her out the door in front of him.
"I'm taking you back to the house and keep you under lock and key. You are going to be the evening's entertainment for the boys for a good long time. I'll break your proud bitchy spirit yet and have you groveling on the floor begging me to stop the indecencies and humiliations that you're going to experience. You're going to be bent like a human pretzel until you decide to stop playing around with me and start shaping up." He reached over and squeezed her breast cruelly, pinching the nipple until she cried out in pain. He just laughed and hit her soundly on the buttocks and then led her down the steps and into the street.
He escorted her to her room at the house and threw her on the bed, but this time she could feel her feet and hands being chained to the bed posts and a group of men were standing in one corner, leering down at her, each one naked and fully erect from the sight of the young spread-eagled girl. She felt the crack of a light buggy whip as it sounded in the air and finally connected across the tender flesh of her breasts. Price left the room and the last thing he heard was a piercing scream break from her lips as the footsteps of the men walked towards the bed where she was shackled, each one with his own special perversion, each one she would know and have indelibly imprinted on her mind before the end of the night.
He walked down the steps, laughing sadistically and wondering how long it would take them to completely break her spirit. He delighted in this special kind of torture. He wanted to stay to watch some of the fun, but he had other things to prepare for her and he walked to the kitchen and got out a spoon, a long cord of rubber and began to mix a dose of heroin. Chuckling, he thought, if they don't break her, just wait 'til it's my turn. I'll have her in my power for life. No one ... no one can escape from the big "H".
CHAPTER 10
The policemen stood over Jimmy, a light was shining in his face and they were throwing questions at him so fast that he found it difficult to answer even one. His mind was not clear as to what had happened. He remembered being hit on the head and thrown behind the wheel of the getaway car and he knew that they were driving him somewhere and then they left him. The next thing he remembered was that he was being handcuffed and taken to the 17th precinct on the east side on 53rd Street. He didn't know that it was Christine who had tipped them off, nor did he realize that Price had anticipated this and had already arranged for him to be set up.
The police had checked for any previous record on him and found none. They did find out that he was just nineteen, had been a good student and that the whole thing didn't figure.
Finally, when they realized that he would not be able to answer their questions that night they led him to a cell and said, "Maybe you'll feel more like talking in the morning."
The sun was shining through the cell bars when he was awakened by a burly looking guard and led once more into the interrogation room. He was trying to fit all the pieces together so that he could answer the thousands of questions. Finally he decided that maybe they would let him make a statement and he wouldn't have to answer so many questions.
"Sir," he said to the lieutenant who was closest to him. "I'd like to tell you the whole story, at least what I know of the raid and who was involved. It is going to sound bizarre, but I swear it's true and I'd be willing to take a lie detector test, but first, promise me that you will check on my girlfriend, I know that she's in danger and she needs help badly!"
"What's her name, son," the policeman asked, his voice softening somewhat when he heard the sincerity in the young man's voice.
"Christine ... Christine Jackson and you can probably find her at this address and he gave them the address of Price's 'house'."
"Why, that's the girl who reported the raid to us. It was a little late, because we were already there and she hung up before we could get much more information from her. Sure, we'll check into it right now." He turned to a patrolman and told him to dispatch two squad cars to that address and pick up the girl if she were there.
Feeling a little better, Jimmy began the long involved story about how he had run into Christine after looking for her at the camp and how he had been introduced to Price through her. He wasn't sure how she had become involved, but he was sure that she, too, had been forced into this racket by someone who had taken advantage of her youth and naivete. The police listened intently while a steno took down every word he said.
"This is all very interesting, son," the policeman said, "but, you realize that, of course we will have to check out a few things. You've given us the names of the people who were involved. We've been after this Price for sometime, and if you'll testify, it may be our chance to get him. With your testimony and cooperation, maybe we can get you off with a light sentence, maybe even a suspended sentence, but you realize that when you do this, if you are released, we cannot offer you round the clock protection and I'm sure that there will be some pretty big men in the rackets wanting to see you out of the way."
"I understand," he answered falteringly. "All I want is to get out of this mess, even if it means that I have to go to jail, but I want to make sure that Christine is all right. She isn't strong enough to take this sort of thing."
"Can you tell us exactly how your girlfriend is involved with this. What does she have to do with the gang," they queried.
"I-I-I don't know," he said, and the police knew that he was lying, but he just couldn't tell them that she was the gang whore, that she was a prostitute. It was even hard for him to admit this to himself and he couldn't bear the thought of telling these strange men when they would be picking her up. He didn't want them to treat her like a common streetwalker. She wasn't like that, she was still his girl and he wanted to protect.
"Listen," the police added, "if you can tell us, we will be in a better position to help her and get her out, but if you won't go into detail, it will just make our job more difficult and we'll find out anyway."
Jimmy just shook his head dejectedly and so the one man who had been questioning him said, "Okay, boys, take him upstairs for a formal booking and printing and then return him to his cell."
They led him down the long corridor and it seemed like the longest walk he had ever taken. The walls of the jail were painted a sickening yellow and the doors and bars were a somber grey. Not a very cheery place, he thought. But then, I guess the people who are in here are used to a very ugly and somber world so it doesn't really matter.
* * *
Price had just gone up to Christine's room and was screaming at her.
"You called the cops, didn't you. You called them from the house!" his voice was hard and menacing as he stood above her with a syringe held gingerly in his hand.
"No, no, no, I didn't," she lied, screaming back at him while her eyes watched him jiggling the needle in his hand. "If you so much as come near me, I'll scream my head off."
"What did you do to get Robert out of the way," he demanded.
"He started to get fresh with me and I hit him with a pewter ornament. I couldn't stand that beast's filthy hands on me and I had to get out. You wouldn't have wanted him to hurt me, would you? He was like an animal and I had to protect myself. He isn't dead, is he?"
"No, thank Christ," Price snarled, "but he isn't going to take too kindly towards you in the future. You had better watch your step with him."
His hand was now at her throat and he spit at her, "Why did you call the cops, that wasn't very nice of you to do."
Her eyes were filled with fear and she was unable to answer.
"I didn't do it," she finally stammered. "Honest."
"Well, boys," he said, directing this command to the others in the room. "Hold her still, maybe after she gets a dose of this she'll change her mind." He lowered the needle to her arm and injected just enough heroin in her to make her delirious and she began to make babbling noises.
The group had just left the room when they heard the sirens of the police cars screaming down the street and screech to a halt in front of the house. A voice came out over a bull horn, "All right, everyone inside come out with your hands up, this is a raid!"
The men began to scatter throughout the house and took positions at all the windows and a rain of shells began to burst in the air as they started to fire at the cars outside.
Suddenly a loud crash sounded in the hallway of the house and the whole place was being filled with tear gas. After a few minutes, the police began to move in on the gang as they were coughing and trying to fight back the fumes.
Finally, they broke through the front door and in a matter of minutes the gang was being rounded up on the sidewalk, everyone but Price. The policemen ran through the many rooms of the house opening doors when a shot rang out and one of the policemen was shot in the leg. As he fell he fired a shot and he heard a loud thump as a body hit the floor.
He called out, "I've been hit, someone get me out of here." Two other police ran to his aid.
As they carried the wounded man to the car, they heard a muffled cry coming from the back of the house and one man ran back and threw up a door and ran up the stairs from where the voice came. When he opened the door he saw Christine lying helplessly on the bed, her eyes glazed from the drug and babbling something about "I didn't do it ... honest I didn't."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to an ambulance that was waiting. They rounded up the rest of the gang and piled them into the paddy wagon for the short trip downtown.
"Well," the lieutenant said, "it looks as if that young fellow was right after all. I owe that young man an apology. Make sure his girlfriend is taken good care of. We'll need her for a witness too. Okay, let's get rolling."
As the wagon sped through the streets of New York, Jimmy lay back in his cell and wondered if they had found Christine and if everything would be all right. He didn't have long to wait before a guard came to get him and take him to another conference room in the jail.
"Son," the policeman said, "this is a public defender. He has heard your statement and he wants to defend you and your girlfriend. Besides, he happens to be one of the best criminal lawyers in the state and we know him very well. I'm sure that he will be able to work something out for you two. You were a big help in breaking up one of the largest narcotic rings in the country and that will, weigh heavily with the jury." The guard walked out and left the two men alone to talk.
* * *
Several days later, Christine was released from the hospital and was allowed to see Jimmy. The police had to book her because she had been involved with the gang, but when she saw Jimmy standing there through the bars with the lawyer next to him, her eyes glistened through her tears and she said, "I know that everything will be all right. I just know it."
She looked closer to the fresh young schoolgirl that he had known several months before. The weight of the albatross had been lifted from around her neck and even though she was older and quite a bit wiser, she was still the same Christine. He reached through the bars and clasped her hand and whispered, "I love you and I'll always love you."
She walked down that same long yellow hallway that Jimmy had walked the day before for her booking, but she had a smile on her face even though the tears would not stop flowing and she looked at the guard and matron and said, "Thank God it's over! Thank God!" And she broke into uncontrollable sobs, a wiser and older girl than she had been a few short months ago.
