One of the most different books in the recent issues of modern erotica, "Screwy Cruise" was banned by the London Chief Censor shortly after its publication. "Screwy Cruise" created a sensation because of its frank treatment of the frequent, but casual love making and sexual perversions which are running riot in today's younger generation. After the book was banned, it became a favorite item in private collections of modern erotica on the Continent until its present reprint.
Dr. Sandor Klein, one of the more prominent of today's analysts, makes the following pertinent comments from his actual case history file:
"One of my more difficult cases of nymphomania was an attractive college senior, Jean L. She said, 'I was very surprised when I went to the movies with this boy, Henry. I got the surprise of my life when he calmly unzipped his pants, took out his penis and closed my hand over his erection. Before I knew what he was doing, he forced my head down into his lap, saying, "Suck me off, baby; give me a nice blow job." I almost
choked on his ejaculation of hot semen in my mouth. But afterwards I found that I liked it and did the same thing to his penis on the ride home in his car..."
The reader will find that a knowledge of current sex practices will aid him in avoiding undesirable perversions in his own life. It is from this point of view that Continental Classics presents this original and unexpurgated version of this story.
Recommended only for the graduate student or mature adult reader.
PART ONE
Chapter One...
Laura Wilson was a tall, smart, attractive looking blonde in her late teens.
She liked to be admired, and she was well aware that her figure would not have disgraced the front page of any magazine. She bulged in all the right places, her breasts were full and very firm, her waist neat and trim, her hips and ass well curved and she had graceful, shapely legs.
What was more, to crown everything, she had a face like a film star and lovely long sleek fair hair, that hung down to her shoulders and glistened in the sunlight.
Her expression was rather haughty, but not over bearing, and when she smiled she could captivate her severest critics.
She had been spoiled, yes, but that was only to be expected. Her parents doted over her, and nothing had been spared on her upbringing.
Now, at nineteen, she was slightly rebellious towards the sheltered life she had led. She wanted to assert her own personality and shake off the shackles of her rather monotonous home life.
Laura found she could twiddle most of the younger men round her little finger. Though she found this flattering, she nevertheless despised them for giving in to her so easily.
What she would have liked was the company of an older man, one who would dominate her and whom she could respect.
Naturally her immediate circle of friends consisted of teenagers like herself. Her father, so generous to her in material things, kept a close eye on the company she kept.
He was eager to make sure that his lovely daughter did not fall into the clutches of some lecherous fortune hunter.
So it was that it came as a complete surprise to Laura when one day, during a conversation regarding Summer holidays, he offered to pay for a party of her friends to accompany her on a vacation abroad.
Of course Laura jumped at the suggestion and set about organizing the venture. She selected five young men and four of her closest girl friends to accompany her.
After some discussion amongst themselves it was finally decided they would go on one of the many Mediterranean cruises. This would enable the party to visit as many countries as possible and eliminate the troublesome questions of hotels and language difficulties.
Mr. Wilson cunningly contrived to arrange for a certain Max Saunders to be a fellow passenger on the cruise and keep a close eye on the youngsters.
The ensuing weeks were full of excitement; there were clothes to buy, passports and travelers checks to arrange, and finally the day of departure arrived.
It was a very gay group of youngsters that embarked on the Queen Frederica at Southampton. They waved to their parents on the quayside as the 21,000 ton vessel drew away from her moorings and was towed by two small tugs into the channel.
Once out in the channel, the ship gave a blast on its siren and the luxury liner got under way. For a while the small party remained on deck.
But, after passing Cowes, Yarmouth and Needles, there was no more to see and they set off to explore the liner.
The following days were spent in swimming in the ship's pool, deck tennis, dancing and passed without incident. The first port of call was Lisbon, and here they went ashore and visited Estoril and did a round of sight seeing.
As was only to be expected after a while, the party tended to pair off in twos. Laura's most constant companion was a boy called Dennis. He was the same age and had always been hot for her. He was handsome too and very good at games. His strong sense of humor particularly appealed to the girl and she found she was never bored in his company.
It was on the night after they had sailed from Lisbon that Dennis guided her out on to the boat deck during the dancing. There was a full moon and the evening was warm and sultry.
The strains of music, the sound of the water lapping against the ship's hull, all contrived to create a romantic setting. Dennis took the lovely Laura into his arms and kissed her.
Soon they were necking happily and oblivious to the watching eyes of the alert Max Saunders. He was concealed from view behind one of the small boats that hung on its davits against the ship's rails. He smiled to himself and seemed in no mood to interrupt the proceedings.
Actually very little took place to warrant any action.
Granted his employer would not have approved of the strong hand that was thrust down the top of Laura's low cut gown and cupping one of her firm white breasts.
But, this apart, no other familiarity occurred. The arrival of the two other couples, seeking a secluded nook, broke up the romantic clinches and Max watched his prot�g�s depart hand in hand back to the dance floor. Then he lit up a cigarette and took a stroll on the boat deck.
His cabin was adjacent to Laura's and he eventually retired to his quarters after consuming a nightcap at the crowded bar.
He did not trouble to get undressed; but, discarding his shoes, lay and relaxed on his bunk. This being the uppermost deck of cabin accommodation, it was immediately below the ballroom. He could hear the band playing dance music and the slither of feet above.
He guessed that he would not miss anything by waiting till the dance was over.
It was only when the last waltz struck up that he roused himself and pulled on his shoes. He could hear the laughing voices of his fellow passengers as they proceeded to their respective cabins. Then at last he heard the door of Laura's cabin being unlocked.
He guessed that she was standing just inside talking through the open doorway to Dennis. Their words were inaudible until he pressed his ear up against the steel bulkhead between the compartments.
But he heard nothing to interest him. They were just on the point of saying "Good night" and he heard the door close and the key turn in the lock. Far from being relieved, Max was disappointed that his vigil had once again proved fruitless.
However, the next night his patience was rewarded. Half way through the dance he spied Dennis and Laura sneaking furtively in the direction of the companionway leading to the deck below.
Seconds later he had quietly let himself into his own cabin and was eavesdropping on the young lovers next door.
By now he was fully acquainted with the routine of the steward. He knew that by ten o'clock he would have been on his final rounds, and thereafter would not visit any of the cabins unless summoned.
So it was that around ten-thirty Max had slipped down and extracted a length of cable from the vent between the staterooms and plugged it into the recorder.
This he had switched on in readiness and turned down the volume control. Next he had plugged in a pair of headphones which had the effect of cutting out the speaker.
Thus, when he returned in hot pursuit of the young lovers, all he had to do was put on the headphones and adjust the volume. The microphone in the vent picked up every sound next door. Max set the tape moving and settled down to enjoy the fun.
From the sound of kissing he rightly guessed they were sitting on the girl's bunk indulging in a spot of necking. Laura was obviously enjoying the youth's ardent advances as she moaned softly in happy contentment.
Dennis was panting with lust and desire for this lovely young virgin cunt. As his passion mounted, he was no longer satisfied by her warm lips or the feel of her tender young breasts. He began to feel behind her for the zip of her evening gown.
Max heard the zipper slide down and the consequent gasp from Laura's lips.
"Oh, Dennis, oh, darling," she moaned in ecstasy. "That feels so nice, so lovely. Oh, Dennis darling. Do they feel nice?"
"Touch me, please touch me, Laura. I'm crazy about you, sweetheart. Please!" implored the impassioned youth.
Max guessed he was placing her trembling hand on the ominous bulge inside his trousers, and that his throbbing cock was stiff with expectancy.
It wouldn't have been a bad guess either. In fact, he had already undone his fly and was yanking his erect dong out of the opening in his pants and placing it in Laura's palm. Her fingers closed over the pulsating prick and a wave of excitement ran through her tensed body.
It was the first time she had held a prick in her hand. She had to admit there was something very wonderful about this intimate contact and the thrill seemed to increase her own horny sexual desire.
"Rub it, rub it for me, dear," implored the lustful Dennis. "That's right, grip it tighter between your fingers and thumb. Jerk it for me, darling. Faster, faster!"
Things were now really warming up. Max could hear the rustling of material as Dennis thrust his hand under Laura's dress in search of her now soaking twat. Eager fingers delved under the flimsy panties and reached her moist young cunt.
As the minutes ticked by, there was no further conversation, just the rustle of clothing, the every quickening breathing and the groans of blissful content as they frigged each other's cock and cunt and masturbated to their heart's content.
Laura's cunt was frothing with her generous cunt juice and, to judge from Dennis' grunts, he was not far from his orgasm.
Max had expected the boy to stop her before she jerked him off so that he might use his hard cock in more appropriate a manner up her hot, wet cunt, but, whether it was a case of his being unable to postpone the pleasure of ejaculation or his preconceived intention to seduce her by easy stages, he allowed her to finish her task uninterrupted.
With a hoarse cry of, "Go on; go on, I'm cumming! Ohhhh!" he shot his load. Max wondered if he had caught the scum in his hanky or sent it gushing all over the girl's legs.
Then, with a long drawn out gasp of ecstasy, young Laura found her own satisfaction.
In the next cabin, all was silent save for the slowly subsiding panting of the two happy teenagers. It was Laura who spoke first after several minutes.
"Dennis, don't you think we ought to get back to the others? We've been gone a long time and they may suspect something."
"Okay, sweetheart, if you think so," he replied. "Was that nice?"
"Oh, wonderful, simply heavenly," Laura sighed. They went into a clinch and Max could hear them kissing passionately.
They got up off the bunk and straightened their clothing. The microphone picked up the sound of the girl brushing her hair, and Dennis striking a match to light his cigarette.
Then the faint light just discernible through the vent was extinguished, a door slammed and the frigging session was obviously concluded.
Max took off the headphones, got up and stretched himself, and tucked his own, still-stiff prick back into his fly. His thoughts were not on what he had just overheard, they were on future plans he had already made and which were working out even better than he had hoped.
Chapter Two...
Max did not trouble to follow his quarry up to the ballroom. He strode in the direction of the bar and ordered a double scotch. He sat contentedly over his drink and continued formulating his next move.
He did not expect that there would be any more love-making that night, so he returned to his cabin and turned in. Before he finally went off to sleep, he jerked himself off as usual. This pleasure was however, greatly increased by his mental picture of Laura being seduced and fucked, not by Dennis, but by himself. This even was scheduled to take place in the very near future.
Next day Max woke early and took a hot bath. He was up on deck shortly after seven-thirty. It was a warm breeze forecasting a really hot day.
The sun shone in a clear blue sky and in the distance to the starboard, the line of the North African coast was plainly visible. The water was calm as a millpond and he stood leaning over the rails at the stern, watching the white foam of the wash churned up by the ship's propellers.
Life seemed good to Max. It was going to be a day to enjoy, and remember!
In his open necked shirt and white flannels, he looked decidedly attractive. In his early thirties, with his muscular, well developed body and handsome, clean cut features, he was a man any girl would look at twice, and Max knew it!
He had never been short of cunt since he had his first fuck at the tender age of sixteen. What was more to his satisfaction, he had been able to choose the prettiest girls and on many occasions, steal them from under the noses of their forceful admirers.
None of his affairs were of long duration. Max tired of women quickly. Once you have fucked them, they soon cease to attract you, he would often say. He left a trail of broken hearts behind him, but being ruthless by nature, this caused him little concern.
He spent several years in the police force before the discipline and the red tape got him down. This coincided with the death of his father, a widower.
He being an only son, he was the recipient of a sum which, though not lavish, was sufficient to enable him to start up in business as a private eye.
The work interested him. He was his own master and he employed two other men, to whom he had allocated the less enjoyable assignments.
Divorce cases were especially to his liking. He screwed most of the prettiest women he was paid to follow. The others he wrote the most disparaging reports on, and often exaggerated the evidence he collected to their detriment.
They say this type of work makes a man hard. In Max's case he was hard already, hard as nails. The more unsavory the task, the more he relished it.
This present assignment he had chosen to perform himself largely because it entailed a pleasant holiday afloat and the fee was, by any standards, generous.
It had come as a pleasant surprise when he had discovered on embarking, that his charge was a luscious blonde with a figure like Marilyn Monroe's. This first look at her sufficed to arouse his appetite.
This would be a sweet offering for his lusty cock and a worthy citadel to be demolished by his big prick and balls.
Henceforth he had, had only this object in view, to devise some pretext by which he could ram his rampant dong into this beautiful creature's cunt and chalk up another maidenhead to his already long tally of torn hymens.
Around eight-thirty he took breakfast. The restaurant lounge was nearly empty, but started to fill up before he had finished his meal. Only four of the party with which he was concerned had put in an appearance before he left, and neither Dennis nor Laura were among the quartette.
Max thought it unlikely the youth would have visited the girl's cabin while he had been away. The stewards and stewardesses were far too active at this hour of the day serving early breakfasts.
He decided he would sit in the adjoining lounge and wait. He selected a seat from which he had a clear view through the glass doors of the table at which the four members of the group were seated.
A quarter of an hour later Laura appeared, to be followed in quick succession by the remainder of the party. They were all in high spirits by the look of it.
The early arrivals departed and Max waited patiently for the rest to finish. He strolled over to read the ship's bulletin on the notice board by the purser's office. The news was uninteresting by comparison to the suppressed excitement he was feeling inside him.
Accustomed as he was to long hours of waiting, he grew impatient when by lunchtime; he had been unsuccessful in catching the desirable Laura on her own.
They had played games on the boat deck, swum in the pool, and sunbathed. Max cursed his luck. Lunch was served at one o'clock, and afterwards they took coffee in the lounge. The girls eventually retired to their cabins either to change, have a short rest or to spruce up.
Max watched the youths anxiously to see what they would do. To his immense relief, one of them obtained a pack of cards from the bar steward and they sat down to a session of poker.
Satisfied that this would occupy their minds at least for a half an hour, Max rose and sauntered off to his cabin. Once inside, he reconnected his tape recorder and listened.
He could hear Laura moving about but no sound of voices. He had half expected that his bad luck would continue and that one of her friends might be with her.
He set the tape going and opened the cabin door. Taking care to lock it behind him, he moved to the next cabin and knocked softly on the door.
"Just a minute," a voice said from within. He heard a rustle of silk and a key being turned in a lock.
Then the door opened. Laura was standing there, her dressing gown wrapped around her. The smile faded into a look of surprise. She evidently thought she would find Dennis outside. Her large round blue eyes regarded Max inquiringly.
His broad grin must have allayed her doubts, because she instantly relaxed and smiled back at him.
"Miss Wilson, isn't it?" he queried. His voice came out pleasant and mellow.
"That's right," she replied. "What can I do for you?"
Max would dearly have liked to tell her!
"I wonder if I might have a word with you in private. It won't take more than a few minutes and I think it would be to your advantage to hear what I have to say." There was a note of urgency in his voice.
"Would you mind waiting a minute while I get dressed," asked the girl, puzzled and slightly disturbed. "I,I won't keep you a minute."
But, even while she was speaking, Max had brushed past her into the small cabin and closed the door behind him.
"Don't bother with the formalities," he grinned. "I'm... I'm a friend of your father's and I have some very important things to tell you."
His words struck a further blow to the bewildered brain of the despondent Laura.
"What... what is it?" she stammered.
Her voice sounded strange and she got the words out with difficulty. Her mouth seemed to have suddenly gone dry and she had an awful feeling that something was wrong. Who was this stranger? She had noticed him among the passengers, but she had never seen him before the cruise. She knew most of her father's friends, but this man was someone she had never heard of.
Laura pulled the pink gown more tightly about her and sank back onto the bunk.
Max, very much at ease and confident of his ability to handle the situation, extracted a gold plated cigarette case from his inside pocket and offered it to the anxious girl.
"Take one," he said disarmingly. "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"
"No, go ahead," she muttered, taking a tipped cigarette to calm her shattered nerves. Max lit it for her and then one for himself.
"Laura," he said pleasantly enough, "you don't mind if I call you Laura, do you? I must tell you first that I do not happen to be on the same cruise as you by accident. Shall we say your father in his profound wisdom deemed it advisable that you should have some form of invisible escort on this excursion.
"He chose me to undertake the duty of keeping an eye on you. He was most anxious that no harm should come to you and that you should not feel prohibited from enjoying the voyage by the knowledge that some adult was keeping an eye on you. For that reason, I have been at pains to make myself inconspicuous this last week or so."
Max paused and blew out a ring of smoke reflectively. He was watching the girl's reactions closely. "I have by an even more unusual coincidence the next cabin to this," he continued.
The look of anxiety on Laura's face had changed to one of alarm and her heart was pounding in her breast.
"Now it so happens," went on the relentless Max, "that the partitions are thin and I cannot help but overhear what goes on in the adjoining cabin." He paused.
Laura's face was embarrassed and flushed. Her mouth gaped open and her whole expression was such that Max had to resist bursting out in laughter. She was stunned by his statement and filled with shame and embarrassment.
Recollections of the previous night flooded through her mind and the horror of it all rendered her speechless.
"Now, last night, you must admit, you were a very naughty girl, very naughty. I don't think your father would have exactly approved of your somewhat unconventional behavior, my dear, would he?"
The petrified girl shuddered to think just what her parent's reactions would have been to the frigging session between her and Dennis. She was too upset to think clearly about anything, least of all to realize into what a dangerous situation this was developing.
Max was enjoying himself. It gave him immense pleasure to watch this self assured girl change into a shaking, pitiful creature who looked up at him pleadingly and fought to hold back the flood of tears that threatened to engulf her.
"Please, please, Mr.... I don't know your name, but please say you won't... won't tell daddy, please?"
Laura could not restrain her pent up emotions any longer. She uttered one drawn out sob of anguish and the tears began to stream down her pretty cheeks and she buried her face in her hands.
Max smoked away contentedly, allowing the girl time to get over the initial storm. As the sobbing subsided and she started to pull herself together, he took hold of her hands and drew them away from her tear stained face.
Her wrap had fallen open during the proceeding seconds and he was able to see she was clad only in her underwear. She was wearing a trim bra and lace panties to match over her slender garter belt which held up her sheer nylons.
Slowly he pulled her to her feet. Laura offered no resistance, she was past all that. All she wanted was his reassurance that the shameful episode with Dennis would not be divulged.
Max had a strong arm around the girl's waist and he was guiding her gently but firmly in the direction of the door.
"Wh... where are you taking me?" Laura managed to stammer.
"Next door to my cabin, Laura," he replied. "It is better we conclude our chat there in case any of your friends come in search of you. You wouldn't like to face them looking like this, would you?"
This seemed quite logical, and Laura allowed him to lead her out into the deserted corridor and followed him meekly into his own compartment.
Max locked the door securely and switched on his transistor radio to drown their voices should anyone come looking for the girl. Laura just stood there like some prisoner, awaiting the pronouncing of sentence.
Her face was expressionless but her eyes followed his every movement and seemed to be imploring him to set her mind at rest.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and drew her closer.
"Laura, my child, what I decide to do will depend entirely on you."
There was nothing suggestive in the way he said this and a ray of hope caused Laura to smile thankfully. Then his thick lips were pressed to hers and he kissed her passionately as if she had been his mistress for months.
Laura had been taken completely by surprise. She gasped in utter astonishment as she experienced the warmth of his embrace.
"No... no, you mustn't! You..." she gasped.
His lips were warm and comforting, and her voice carried no conviction. She realized that unconsciously she was returning those loving kisses. It wasn't from love or even from sensual excitement. It was from gratitude and relief.
She allowed him to press her body against his and flatten her prominent tits against his manly chest. His strong arms were around her waist holding her close, and there was something strangely comforting in the tight grip which held her to him.
"They call me Max," he whispered. "I have admired you ever since you stepped aboard. I can be a good friend and no one need ever know about you and your friend Dennis, or for that matter about us..."
This time he made no effort to disguise his meaning. Laura was completely taken aback; she could only gasp and stare. Her first reaction was not alarm, but indignant rage at the audacity of this stranger.
Just because in gratitude she had allowed him to kiss her, that entitled him to think that she would let him get into her twat. She colored with the mere thought of the insulting assumption.
She tried desperately to push Max away from her, but he was too strong for her.
"Now, now, my wild pussycat, that will never do. You must be nice, very nice to your Uncle Max or I shall have to reconsider my decision to keep your dirty little intrigue between the three of us."
"I don't care what you do," Laura stormed. She had regained full possession of her faculties and in her anger appeared quite indifferent to the consequences. "If you don't release me I shall call for help!"
To her amazement, Max only burst out laughing. He seemed to treat the matter as one huge joke. Nevertheless, he slowly let go of the girl.
"Laura, dear Laura, you poor misguided innocent child, you are suffering from some delusion that it is only my word against yours. But perhaps you would like me to clarify the effect that would result on any indiscretion on your part. Listen to this."
He moved over to the recorder, cut it off, ran back the reel to the beginning. Then he switched it on once more and pressed the "play back".
Slowly it began to dawn on the puzzled Laura that he had somehow managed to record the whole of her intimate frigging session with Dennis.
As the two voices came over the tape she felt seized with near panic. Their words and the accompaniment of sounds of sensual pleasure left little to the imagination. She saw the hopelessness of denying the affair and all her bravado departed.
Laura's face had gone deathly pale and she was once more on the verge of breaking down. Max didn't bother to run the machine to the end. He switched it off abruptly and closed the lid. One look at the horror-stricken Laura told him that he had won. From this moment on, she was his to do exactly as he liked with, just as Max liked!
"If you are a sensible girl and are prepared to be cooperative, I will destroy this tape as soon as we arrive back at Southampton. Your father need never know just what a sexy little minx he has for a daughter. I assure you, you will come to no harm, in the meantime, except possibly arrive home minus your virginity.
"But then you would have lost that anyway. Of course I shall expect you to say nothing of my presence or our mutual compromise to any of your friends, and that goes for Dennis as well. I trust you will not encourage that young man henceforth and allow him to think you are ashamed of last night's frigging around and have no wish for any repetition of such things."
Laura nodded her head meekly and allowed him to draw her close to him and take her in his arms. He kissed her fervently and then, holding the girl to him with one arm, Max ran a hand caressingly over Laura's firm breasts. They filled the white bra to capacity and would have done justice to a Miss Universe aspirant.
He moved his other hand up her back and fumbled with the fastening. Then the bra fell away and he was able to cup his palm over one of those lovely tantalizing tits. The feel of the smooth white flesh only increased his lust to possess this young girl and satisfy his passions. He picked Laura up and deposited her on her back on his bunk.
She was sobbing softly to herself and her eyes were closed as if to blot out the sight of the humiliation she knew she must endure. Her gown had fallen wide open and her entire body was visible to Max's cunt hungry eyes.
He surveyed the luscious tits and the flat belly. He gazed fascinated at the tuft of bush hair which showed through the white nylon panties with their lace trimmed edges. He placed a hand on the protruding mound and Laura shuddered involuntarily at his touch.
Max took hold of the wrist on the arm nearest to him and lifted the limp arm. He moved it quickly towards the bulge in his trousers and pressed her open hand against his swollen shaft of cock.
"Hold it for me," he commanded.
Laura's fingers closed obediently over the hard-on.
"Now lift up your pretty little ass, so I can get your panties down, that is if you don't want me to tear them off," he hissed in a voice consumed with desire.
Laura arched her back and felt the flimsy garment drawn downwards over her shapely thighs and knees towards her ankles. She felt appalled at the realization that her whole body was now laid bare to this stranger's inspection.
Only her tightly closed thighs hid from view her most private organ, her virgin cunt.
She expected his onslaught on this bastion of female virginity at any moment, but Max was busy unbuttoning his fly and extracting his thick dick.
No sooner had he closed her slender fingers over his rock hard cock, than she started to jerk it off in the fashion Dennis had shown her. Max smiled to himself in satisfaction and returned to the task of exploring the girl's genitals.
His fingers began to work their way along the deep groove under the profusion of soft fair hair down between the top of Laura's thighs.
"Open your legs, you silly little bitch," he shouted, incensed with lust. "How do you expect me to feel your precious little cunt?"
Fearful lest at this moment his victim should rebel, Max dug his fingers savagely into the tender flesh of her thighs. Laura gave a sharp cry of pain and opened her legs.
"That's better, my dear, now we can see what it is you have to offer your uncle," he sneered. Eager fingers probed the entrance to her slit and worked their way into the tight orifice. Fortunately for Laura, her cunt was wet, moistened by fear and apprehension more than anticipation. Two digits began to force their way into her vaginal passage.
All the while, unconsciously, her own hand was diligently jerking off Max's massive erection, coaxing the scum from his heavy balls. Laura felt none of the thrill she had experienced when jerking off Dennis, and just lay inert, a submissive wretched teenager, accepting her punishment for one half hour of indiscretion.
Max felt every inch of her tight little cunt and pressed the central cavity in her taut hymen. Laura winced and half expected he would break her cherry in with his finger. Max had other intentions; it would be his throbbing prick that would destroy this maiden's chastity.
He set about frigging her clitoris. At first there was no reaction, but after a few minutes, Laura started to respond to his titillations. He felt Laura's fingers grip his cock more firmly and the tempo of her pumping increased with her own surging passion.
The sobbing had ceased, only to be replaced by constant panting and occasional moans of ecstasy. She was thinking of Dennis and imagining to herself that it was her lover. Her eyes remained closed all this time and she twisted and heaved about on the narrow bunk in a ferment of rapture and blissful ecstasy.
Chapter Three...
So ardently was Laura jerking him off now, that Max was on the point of cumming. He didn't want this to happen yet.
Hastily he pulled his throbbing prick away from her eager and frantic grip.
She actually seemed to resent his action as she uttered a gasp of annoyance as she looked up at him in surprise.
She looked like a child who had been robbed of her favorite toy.
Then she just lay there, writhing and moaning.
She spread her legs open wider. Her breathing quickened more and more and finally her belly started heaving.
This caused her shapely tits to dance about in sweet anticipation. Max watched them appreciatively, lustfully.
He leaned forward and took one of her hard, deep red nipples into his mouth.
He licked and sucked at it to increase her horny sensuality. Then he looked at her, feeling satisfied and amused.
Laura didn't want to succumb to this, and she felt faintly ashamed, though her lust was increasing every moment and covering these other feelings rapidly.
She still fought hard to control herself, but she knew that there was no use.
The young girl was now actually reveling in the treatment that was being meted out to her.
Max then seized hold of her wrist harshly and plunked her hand down onto her cunt. With her fingers, she enthusiastically started to masturbate herself.
So worked up was she by now, that all sense of propriety and shame had been swept aside in a maddening uncontrollable desire to experience again the wonderful elation that Dennis had given her.
The sight of this beautiful youngster uninhibitedly rubbing her own clitoris and writhing in abandon almost took Max over the top. He had to avert his gaze from the depraved spectacle to avert disaster.
In a flash, he started to undress and cast off his clothing. He left the floor strewn with garments as he threw himself on top of the moaning Laura and allowed the full weight of his body to rest on her.
Pinioned to the bunk, Laura was powerless to move. Not that she had any wish to do so. There was something immensely exciting in the feeling of helplessness. She felt also the hard prick trapped between their two bellies. It was hot and twitching against her soft skin.
Laura groaned and tried to force her hand in between to recover the object. Her cunt was on-fire and dripping wet. All the sex-crazy girl could think of, was to get that wonderful shaft of masculine virility inserted into her avid slit.
Max raised his loins slightly and allowed her to reach his prick and guide it towards her hot, wet cunt.
The girl's hand was trembling with excitement and she raised her spread-eagled knees to present her juicy twat for ravishing.
She cared not how much it hurt or what might transpire, so long as she could feel its thickness wedged inside her pulsating cunt. She opened her eyes at long last and looked up into the perspiring face of the panting Max.
Her mouth opened and her lips parted to show her lovely even white teeth. "Take me, take me, please. Oh, please," she moaned and raised her head to offer her mouth to Max's sensual thick lips.
Max allowed her to press his massive dick head between her moist cunt lips and then began to bear down with his loins to force the tip of his organ past the tight muscles. "Relax, darling, don't resist my cock!" he cried.
He felt her do so, and his knob began to enter her narrow cunt passageway. He thrust harder and it slipped through the entrance into her vagina. Laura groaned in acute pain as she felt herself being stretched by the monster. The more it hurt her, the more she wanted it, however.
Even the agony seemed to increase the pleasure of penetration.
Max was busy kissing her, and slipping his tongue in and out of her gaping mouth. His lips stifled her cries and his prick pressed further into her twat.
Once his huge dick head was fully embedded, it hurt less, Laura realized. It was like a red hot poker setting her belly aflame.
When his organ was half buried in her pussy, Max paused to let her become used to the thickness that forced apart the walls of her cunt. The pressure around his shaft was causing his sperm to cry out for release and he knew he must be quick if he was going to break her virginity before he shot his load.
"Laura, get a tight grip on yourself, it's going to hurt, quite a lot, but it can't be helped. It will soon pass and the kick you're going to get being fucked will more than compensate for a few seconds of agony. Are you set?"
"Go, go on, take me! I want it! I, I can bear anything, anything, so long as I can have all of your big cock inside of me," she pleaded.
With one mighty lunge that sent his prick surging upward into her belly, Max tore his way through the girl's hymen. Laura shrieked, but the sound was muffled by the tight pressure of his lips against hers.
It seemed her whole insides had been lacerated and torn beyond repair. On and up thrust the prick, deeper and deeper into her aching cunt. All its length was soon buried and Max lay still, panting like some wild animal, trying to control himself and hold back his impending orgasm.
A minute passed. It seemed like an eternity. The pain eased till all that remained was a feeling of numbness and the discomfort of her stretched vagina. Laura's passion, temporarily halted, began to ebb back into her veins with renewed urgency.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, I want to be fucked!" she cried out. "Do what you will with me, only fuck me!"
Max needed no second bidding.
The words were hardly out of her mouth before he was at it, hammer and tongs, fucking her savagely and working the full length of his ten and a half inches in and out of her bleeding cunny.
Laura uttered not a word of complaint under this fierce barrage of piston thrusts. She began to work her ass up off the bunk to meet the lunges and increase the depth of his penetration.
The girl seemed crazy and demented. She heard herself mouthing lewd phrases and using words that she had never used before.
"Lovely, gorgeous, harder! Faster, fuck my greedy cunt! Shoot up me! I want to feel you shoot up me! Ooohh, I'm cumming, make me cum, you bastard! Ahhh, fuck, fuck me!"
Max was sweating from every pore in his body, holding himself back so that they might reach their climaxes simultaneously. At last he felt her stiffen. He felt the vaginal walls encasing his prick begin to dilate and the intensity of her spasm increase. He put the last ounce of endeavor into those final devastating strokes of his huge dick.
Then with a loud grunt of satisfaction, he unleashed his store of hot semen and sent it spurting into the recesses of her throbbing cunt. Laura moaned in blissful happy contentment as spasm after spasm rent her heaving belly.
Cunt juices poured out to mingle with the flood of scum spasmodically gushing forth from Max's grateful penis. The force of his seminal discharge was even more pleasurable than her own ejaculations. Hot scum splashed against her cervix with the power of a fire hose and filled every nook and cranny of her luscious twat.
This was the moment Laura had often dreamed of, though she had never pictured it other than with the legal cock of a handsome husband on the initial night of her honeymoon.
But never, never had she imagined it would be half so wonderful as this. Her blood surged through her veins and her face was wreathed in a happy, contented smile that made her look even more beautiful, if that was possible.
They lay still awhile, in each other's arms, until the last faint throb and spasm had subsided, and Max's dong began to shrink inside her sperm-filled cunt. They allowed their tongues to play idly inside one another's mouths.
Gradually they recovered themselves and strength began to return to their exhausted bodies. It was Max who moved first, easing himself off Laura and extracting his limp dick in the process.
"How do you feel, exhausted?" he queried. Max managed to worm his way alongside Laura, though the narrow bunk was scarcely wide enough for the two of them.
"I... I can't possibly find words to express the way I feel," replied the girl, snuggling up to her new lover. "It was heavenly."
Ten minutes passed before either moved. Laura thought she heard knocking on the door of her cabin and her name called. But she couldn't have cared less. It was probably Dennis who had come to look for her.
Suddenly Laura realized that she had lost interest in the handsome youth who had been her constant companion on the voyage. Now he seemed to have little to offer to compete with this equally good looking mature man who she had 'permitted' to seduce her. She doubted if Dennis could have given her the sublime happiness she had just experienced, perhaps now she would never know.
Some fifteen minutes had elapsed before they got up and dressed themselves. Max waited until she was satisfied with her appearance and then stole out into the corridor to look over the ground. No one was around, and Laura slipped into her own cabin to tidy her hair before going up on deck.
She had wiped herself on a towel Max had given her for the purpose before they got dressed. Now as she ran the brush through her fair hair, she felt an ominous trickle down one of her thighs. She lowered her head to look under the raised skirt and saw a tiny trickle of blood. Fortunately she had only recently finished her period and still had several rags left. She put on one of these, and hurried out.
Laura had been at pains to insure she looked her normal self, but could not help feeling that people were looking at her. She felt different now.
She was not the girl who had gone for a short nap after lunch. Now she was a woman of the world, she would never be the same again. She had had the first taste of stiff, hot dick and she relished it.
Was it her imagination? Were people looking at her strangely? Was it obvious to others that she had lost her virginity? Did they know that she had been fucked?
Laura laughed at her own stupid thoughts. She wondered how Max would pass the rest of the day. She wished she could be with him openly, but he had insisted otherwise.
Now she must wait impatiently, wait until after the dancing, till all her party had retired, before keeping the secret rendezvous she had made. Yes, she had promised to spend the night in Max's cabin and get a further quota of scum from that gentleman's penis.
Yes, Max had truly opened up new vistas in the life of Laura. Little did she know that this new vista would open up to more new vistas, and more and more and more.
But all these new vistas did not necessarily have to be good ones, although she certainly wasn't aware of that fact in her present state of bliss.
She would soon find out about her lover. Read on...
Chapter Four...
Max was accustomed to getting himself into tight corners. Somehow or other he always managed to wriggle out of them. This particular dilemma however was more difficult than most.
It was plain that Laura was badly smitten, probably head over heels in love with him. That sort of girl didn't give herself so whole-heartedly without feeling deeply for the man she was favoring with her bodily charms. She would stick like a leech despite any objections her parents would raise and these would without doubt, be considerable.
Max had received one-third of his fees in advance. Out of these he had to pay his expenses. When his assignment was completed, he was due to receive the balance of his agreed fee plus such reasonable expenses as he might have incurred. This sum would keep him for several months to come and he had no wish to risk it being withheld.
So he reasoned it was essential that nothing happen to Laura before he had duly returned her safe and sound to her home. This was a pity, because Max had many contacts acquired over a long period of time which he could have used.
They were white slavers originally, though due to falling trade, they now spent most of their time handling narcotics. Still there was a market for young and pretty girls like Laura, and they fetched a good price.
If the girl were to disappear at one of the ports of call yet to be visited, it would lead to a very thorough inquiry. Max would of necessity figure conspicuously. He would be held at least partly responsible, since the girl was in his charge. Max had no wish to have the authorities pry into his nefarious exploits and there was no telling what unsavory things they might uncover.
No, he decided, he would bide his time and get Laura's cooperation in contriving her own disappearance when he had fulfilled his allotted task and drawn his remuneration in full.
However, there were certain formalities that could be attended to so that when the day came all would be in readiness. They had visited Gibraltar, Majorca, Tunis, Alexandria and Crete. Now they were on route for Athens before passing through the Dardanelles and calling at Istanbul. On the passage home, they would call at Sardinia and Malta before setting sail for Southampton.
Max cabled one of his contacts in Athens to meet the boat when it docked, and sure enough, he was waiting on the quay. In a little caf�, Max told him what he required and that he had only a matter of twenty-four hours to arrange it.
Late the same afternoon, Max was in possession of a forged passport of a Mrs. Laura Papopolus, showing her to be the young English wife of a Greek importer. The document had the required visas to travel to Italy, France, Belgium, and Germany on holiday.
It had a French immigration stamp to show that its owner had arrived at Le Bourget airport on a date some three weeks ahead. Max parted sorrowfully with the equivalent of three hundred dollars and spent the remainder of the day sight-seeing.
During the remainder of the cruise, he made as much fuss as possible over Laura and was careful to give her the impression that he was just as much in love with her as she with him.
Often they would talk about the future. Laura would implore him to run away with her and would have preferred not to return to England at all. She was very apprehensive of having to meet her family again and the possibility of them noticing a change in her.
She was, however, a sensible girl and she saw that if it was known that it was Max with whom she had eloped, there would be two people to look for instead of one. Consequently, the chances of their being traced would be all the greater.
Max outlined his plan, and in his usual convincing manner, succeeded in persuading Laura that it was the only logical course to adopt. They were to return home as if nothing had occurred. Laura was to take up her normal life and then one weekend on the excuse of visiting friends, meet Max in London.
He would have a ticket for the Ostend ferry and see her off at Victoria. She would travel to Brussels and then on to Paris by rail. This way it would be all the harder to trace her as no record is kept such as might be checked if she had flown B.E.A.
In Paris she would destroy her English passport and use the forged Greek one to fly by jet direct to Athens. The passport would show that she had arrived by air a few weeks earlier and Max showed her how to fill in the immigration and customs slip showing where she had arrived from and was traveling to.
On arrival at Athens she would be met by a Greek friend of Max's who would be waiting at the inquiries desk. He would make all the further arrangements and see she had money, etc..
It would be wise for Max not to absent himself at the same time in case anyone wished to question him as to whether Laura had made any friends outside the party during the cruise. But he would get away as soon as expedient and join her.
The scheme sounded as foolproof as any and, disappointed as she was at the thought of the long time she would have to wait, Laura readily agreed to carry out Max's instructions.
He held on to the forged passport for fear Laura might inadvertently leave it lying around and someone might see it.
The last night as they crossed the Bay of Biscay, Max was exceptionally ardent and left Laura in no doubts as to his passion for her. He screwed her well into the small hours and made her hungry cunt very happy.
A fortnight passed before she phoned to say she had arranged to visit a friend the following weekend. Max met her at Easton and carried her case to his waiting car. They spent the next hour in bed in a squalid room at a small private hotel. Max used the place regularly for immoral purposes and the manageress was accustomed to his eccentricities. Fucking in the middle of the morning was something that would not have appealed to her.
Max, however, wanted to confirm his unchanged affection towards the girl and send her off in the right frame of mind. He treated her to a good lunch and rushed her to catch the afternoon boat train. He gave her the Greek passport, some French currency and her final instructions.
The train pulled out on time and Max watched it out of sight. Laura was off on her journey... to where she knew not, nor had she the slightest inkling as to what fate he had in store for her!
All she knew was that she was following the man she loved, and she had complete faith that everything would be all right, and that only her complete happiness and well being awaited her.
She settled down in the train and visions of her new life filled her mind.
She thought about Max and made beautiful plans for them as the train rocked along the tracks to the boat. She smiled to herself that she had been able to get away from home so easily, and that the family would never be able to find her, so good was Max's scheme to secure their happiness.
Then she fell into a dreamless and peaceful sleep.
Chapter Five...
Everything went fine. Laura experienced no difficulty and slept contentedly in the night train traveling south to Paris. She dreamed of Max and the future they were going to spend fucking together.
She was roused by the customs at the Belgian border, but they only showed casual interest and did not trouble to even open her passport. She dozed off again and remembered no more till they reached the Gare du Nord in Paris.
It was light and the early morning crowds were bustling off to work. Laura had a coffee and rolls in a small bistro before taking a taxi across to the air terminal at Les Invalides.
It was nearly noon before she had safely boarded her plane as Mrs. Papopolus and it took off. It was Sunday and she was expected home the following afternoon. She fell to picturing the growing consternation her non-appearance would occasion.
She could clearly see her anxious and irate father phoning up friends and relatives, hospitals and police. All hell would break loose. By then she would be safely at her journey's end and no one would expect her to be in Athens.
She had written a short note at Max's dictation saying that she was leaving home to make a new life for herself in London. She hinted that she was going to try and get a job as a hotel receptionist or possibly modeling.
She asked them to try and understand and forgive her. She entreated her parents not to worry, as she was quite capable of looking after herself. She said she wanted to do something on her own and make a career for herself without her father's influence and money. She promised to contact them when she had got finally settled.
This note addressed home was to be posted by Max in London on Monday so it would arrive Tuesday morning. It was hoped it might do something to lessen the panic and at least serve the purpose of directing inquiries into the wrong channels.
Max was certainly full of cunning, Laura reflected. But even then it was inconceivable that he might be equally cunningly deceiving her. Love makes us incredibly blind; Laura was no exception to this rule.
It was dark when the plane taxied to a halt and the passengers were herded into the reception lounge. They were a mixed bag, consisting of at least a dozen different nationalities.
As a Greek national returning from a vacation abroad, the customs made a thorough search of her baggage. There was of course nothing to rouse their suspicions. Laura had destroyed her English passport in Paris as she had been told to.
After the customary delay, Laura passed through into the main hallway and set off in search of the inquiries counter. A thick set, middle aged man in horn-rimmed spectacles was lolling up against it surveying the passengers as they emerged from the customs gate.
He had been sent a photograph of the girl so had little difficulty in identifying Laura. He smiled at her benevolently and greeted her in broken English.
Laura was relieved to find him waiting. She took his cold clammy hand and allowed him to shake hers enthusiastically and warmly. He accompanied her out to the waiting bus and traveled with her to the air terminal.
Here she found he had a car parked in readiness to transport her to her lodgings. These consisted of a first floor room with a balcony in a small hostelry on the outskirts of the city. He introduced her to the patron, a wiry, fussy little man who seemed to show marked respect for her companion. The little man spoke better English and was at considerable pains to see Laura had everything she required.
She signed the register in her new name and went up to her room to freshen herself up. She saw nothing of the thick set man for several days, though he had promised to return and bring her news of Max.
Nearly a week elapsed before she saw him seated in the lounge, sipping a drink at a small table. He rose and greeted her like a long lost friend. He was most apologetic about his neglect of her, but he hastened to assure her that it had been necessary for him to go away unexpectedly on a business matter.
Actually he had been bartering with several brothel proprietors to obtain the highest price possible for the services of this luscious blonde. He had done well and felt pleased with himself. Max would be pleased too, but of course there would be a discrepancy between the figure he had obtained, and that he would inform Max as being the purchase price.
He produced from his inside pocket a letter from Max sent airmail from London, saying that he was leaving the next day to join Laura. All had passed off better than they had hoped, he wrote.
Apparently the letter she had sent had been accepted as the true explanation of her disappearance and the search confined to London.
He said that he himself had not been contacted in any way, so consequently he saw no reason to delay further. He hoped she was comfortable and being well looked after. He was traveling overland and would join her at a small villa he rented in the country about fifty miles from Athens. His friend that had met her on her arrival would conduct her there so that she would be waiting for him, he concluded.
Laura went into raptures at the good news. She had not dared to hope that he would join her so soon. She nearly threw her arms round the bearer of good tidings. She went up and packed and her escort paid the bill in the meantime. Soon they were outside in the street and climbing into the closed sedan.
The girl was surprised to find a younger man seated in the back. The thick set man said it was his younger brother and he was going out with them so he could take the car on to collect Max later in the day from the station. This he said was some distance away as the villa was perched up on a hillside overlooking the valley and plains below.
Laura got into the passenger seat in the front and her escort put her baggage in the large trunk. Then they were on their way. Laura found much to interest her in the rugged scenery and was enjoying the trip.
She kept up a continuous banter of conversation with the driver, who pointed out the various places of interest that they passed. Soon the suburbs were behind them and they were traveling through rural surroundings. The traffic became almost non-existent and only an occasional farmhouse bore evidence of human presence.
They turned sharply off the road into a narrower lane and then suddenly two arms reached over from behind Laura. One pinioned her arms and the other pressed a sickly smelling wad of cotton over her nose and mouth. It all happened so suddenly Laura never had a chance.
The chloroform took effect almost instantly. Laura gasped and spluttered and her head started to go round, her senses reeled and her struggles became weaker.
When the girl's body went limp, the younger man took the wad away and dragged Laura over on to the back seat. He tied her ankles and bound her wrists behind her back. He stuffed a handkerchief into her gaping mouth and secured it with another tied round the back of her neck.
When he had finished, he told the thick set man that she was ready for delivery. The car came to a halt and quickly they transferred the unconscious girl into the trunk and, turning the car around, set off back the way they had come.
The house to which Laura was taken stood just off the main road. It had a high wall all around it and a pair of heavy iron gates. The board close to the entrance stated that it was a private nursing home for mental defectives.
The young man got out and tugged at the bell. Then he got back into the car and waited. An old man shuffled down the driveway and un-padlocked the gates. He had difficulty opening them because they were so rusty at the hinges. The car swung into the driveway and ran up to the side door of the dingy stone house.
Two men came out and opened up the trunk. As they carried the inert body of Laura into the building, a third man came round from the front of the premises. In his hand was an envelope containing crisp notes. The thick set man accepted it without troubling to open it or count the contents.
"The sum we agreed, I trust. I don't think you will be disappointed with your new acquisition."
He leered at the well dressed man who had paid him. The latter stared at him as if he was looking right through him, turned sharply on his heels and strode off without replying. Mr. Grecos was a man of few words.
Laura was deposited in a basement cellar on an old dilapidated bed. One of the men untied her and then they left her alone, slamming and bolting the door behind them. It would be at least an hour before the girl came to and in the meantime there were other important matters to attend to.
She lay there in a deep, dark world of dreams. She had been heavily drugged, but the things that she thought of most were still on her mind, only they were in dreamlike form.
She dreamt of her lover, Max, and how he would somehow help her to escape from this predicament. She still felt quite comfortable and unafraid, due to her strong love for the man.
She had the strongest of faith that Max would live up to her image of him, a Knight of Love. But where was he now?
Chapter Six...
The room in which she was held was cold and damp. This probably caused her to come around sooner than her captors expected.
Her first realization was that her head throbbed and she felt cold. Laura tried to gather her wits, but her mind was still numb and befuddled. She opened her eyes, but could not see clearly. She tried to raise herself up, but she had no strength in her limbs and fell back on the mattress.
The only light in the square cellar was filtering through a small opening high up in the wall. The walls had been whitewashed, but that was a long time ago. Cobwebs hung in clusters from the ceiling and the floor was covered in dust and grime.
All these facts dawned only slowly on the dazed Laura. She was in some strange place, but how did she get there? She strove to remember. Bit by bit, things came back to her... . the car, yes, she had been driving in a car. She was going to meet Max at some villa. The big man had been driving her... then it all flooded back... the feeling of suffocation, the dizziness... yet why? Why had she passed out? And how had she got into this cellar?
She felt miserable and unhappy. She longed at that moment to be back home, safe and snug with her family. She just lay there, waiting for her strength to return.
She thought of Max again. He would have arrived. He would be waiting anxiously for her in this villa he had rented. He would not know what had happened to her or be able to find her. A sense of desperation gave her back her lost strength. Laura stumbled to her feet and swayed unsteadily, holding onto the bed.
She edged slowly over to the door. To her horror there was no handle and she kicked and pounded on it with her fists. It seemed as immovable as the Rock of Gibraltar. It must be fastened in some way on the outside, she realized. Despair filled her and she broke into tears.
She called out at the top of her voice, but no one took the slightest notice. Fear turned to panic.
Half-an-hour elapsed before she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by the groans of a bolt being pulled. The door opened and the shadowy figure of a man stood on the threshold.
A flashlight shone straight into her eyes, nearly blinding her. Then a gruff voice barked at her in bad English.
"Ah! You're awake, is yer. Come then, and let your master look at you."
He seized her by the wrist and dragged the trembling girl through the massive door and up a narrow flight of stone steps.
The door at the top was open and beyond was a light wide hallway, carpeted and hung with pictures. Off it three doors opened on each side.
Laura was half dragged, half carried to the nearest of these and shoved into the room. It was beautifully furnished. The only occupants were a man of about forty sitting behind a polished mahogany desk and the youth who had opened the door. Behind her the man who had released her stood barring her way.
Silence reigned. The man at the desk was eyeing her up and down and scowling at her. There was no pity in his eyes, only a look of contempt.
Laura shuddered and trembled from head to foot. The man's expression filled her with foreboding. It was menacing and scornful. At last he spoke. His voice was deep and resonant.
"So this is what I have paid many thousand Liras for! And a sorry sight you look my fair young lady. You won't charm many of my clients looking like that. I hear you like fucking! Well, you've come to the right place. You'll get more than your share here, my girl!"
He leered at her in the most repulsive manner, and beckoning to the younger of the two attendants, said abruptly, "Strip her."
The man in the doorway grabbed her from behind and the young one advanced to do his master's bidding.
Laura flushed with indignation. She was not prepared to submit to this humiliation without putting up a fight. She struggled and squirmed. She kicked out at the approaching enemy, catching him on the shins.
He cursed loudly in his native tongue and struck Laura a sharp blow across the face with the back of his hand.
"You little bitch," he snarled. "Want to play games, do you?" He hit her again for good measure.
Laura cowered under the punishment and her courage ebbed out of her. Her resistance broken, she meekly submitted to being undressed for the master's inspection.
As her breasts and other delightful assets were bared to view, the man began to show a keener interest. He rose slowly from his seat, and signaled for the girl to be brought closer. Laura was thrust forward.
Mr. Grecos felt the supple flesh of Laura's thighs and the firmness of her tits. He forced his hand between her legs and explored her cunt. When his inspection was completed, he seemed quite satisfied.
"Have her bathed and perfumed. Find suitable clothing and lock her away in her new quarters. I'll start her course of instruction this evening."
The sobbing girl allowed herself to he led off like some prize heifer to be groomed for showing.
In her abject misery it was natural her thoughts should turn to Max... dear, dear Max. . . if only he could come and rescue her, like one of the knights of old on a white charger in the story books.
Laura still did not even dream that her lover was implicated in the foul plot. As for that gentleman, he of course was still in London. His time was fully occupied on new ventures and he had long since forgotten her existence.
Only when he received the transfer of certain monies into his bank account would he remember her, fleetingly, for the last time. Max had no conscience; it was as well for him that he had not!
Laura soon found that upstairs the landing was closed in. A door had been fixed at the head of the stairs, shutting off the entire upper floors.
Either side of the landing were small cubicles with no doors but strings of beads. She noticed pairs of female eyes peering out curiously at her as she was shepherded to the farthermost cubicle on the left. There were no windows she found. The whole of the illumination on this floor was provided by electricity.
The room itself was cramped. It contained a small dressing table, a divan, one chair and a wash basin. She was to find later that all the other cubicles were similar.
Hardly had she entered before a big, fat middle-aged woman appeared and eyed her appraisingly. She wore a blouse and skirt and a short apron. From her waist hung a sort of rubber truncheon. She looked haggard, but the muscles stood out in her arms and Laura guessed that despite her age, this loathsome creature had the strength of a man.
At first Laura thought she must be dumb, but eventually realized that she did not speak any other language but her own.
Not that this mattered unduly. The hag had learned to indicate by signs what she wanted the girls to do. It did not take long for her to instill obedience into even the bravest of them. She was a sadist and had her own methods of dealing with rebels.
She even tried on occasions to goad them into some act of revolt just for the sheer joy of punishing them. Two cells at the other end were fitted with doors and used for this purpose. These were partially sound-proofed, but not entirely so.
It was good that the other inmates should hear something of what might lie in store for them should they choose to follow the delinquent's example.
But it was mainly the new arrivals that had to be brought to heel. Usually it only happened once!
Laura was made to bathe and submit to having her bush-hair shaved off by one of the other girls. She was scented with perfume and her hair was given meticulous attention. Back in her cubicle, certain articles of clothing had been laid out on the chair.
These consisted of a sequin bra through which her nipples protruded. The center of each cup was a hole about an inch in diameter. The panties were little more than a G-string of satin. The skirt was similar to that which Hawaiian girls wear and a necklace and pair of sandals completed the regalia.
Her hair was kept in place by a ribbon and on each wrist was fastened an oriental-looking bracelet. Her face was powdered and rouge and lipstick were plentifully applied.
Laura found that the girl who had been acting as personal maid spoke a little English. They were able to talk in whispers while the old hag was attending to another of the women.
The girl was younger than Laura, only just sixteen. She was Persian and had been there just over a year. Laura tried to question her, but the girl understood only a fraction of what she was saying.
She did learn, however, that they were expected to lie on their beds and rest most of the day. It was their only chance to snatch a few hours of sleep, the girl said. After six in the evening they got busy. By nine there was a line of waiting clients all of whom had to be satisfied. Some were kindly, but most were degenerate and kinky.
The girls were not supposed to question demands made on them. If they offered the slightest objection to the customer's wishes, they were taken off and flogged. Often they were flogged anyway, just to please the more sadistic patrons, who paid handsomely for the privilege.
As Laura awoke to the gravity of her predicament, her heart sank. The whole business was repulsive and revolting. She heard that such things took place, but never had she dreamed that she herself would one day be reduced to such degradation.
Terrified as she was of what the evening would hold in store, her fears of Mr. Greco, his male attendants, and the old hag induced her not to try anything. Possibly later a chance to escape might present itself. In her heart, however, she knew this was just wishful thinking.
Thank God, she thought, her people would never know to what depth of depravity their cherished daughter had been reduced.
Laura slept off and on. She was tired and mentally exhausted, but her slumbers were disturbed by terrible nightmares. Each time she woke, she was trembling and her forehead bathed in sweat.
The afternoon dragged on. Time had no meaning in this dreadful place. Without sunlight or any form of clock and the artificial light never extinguished, it was impossible to judge time. Days and nights were blended into one long perpetual unreality.
Suddenly a bell sounded and Laura could hear all the other girls moving about. The young Persian girl came in and told her to tidy up and straighten up the cubicle as the first of the night's visitors had arrived.
In a daze Laura did as the girl said. When she had finished she sat on the chair and waited... in trepidation as to what would happen next.
Men kept plodding up the stairs and were being admitted by the old hag. Laura peering through the bead curtains saw that all the other girls were stood outside their cubicles. Madame would escort the men up and down the file of waiting harlots till he finally selected the one he wished.
Then the girl would retire with the client into her cubicle and the hag would admit the next customer. Soon all the girls were busy, except for three of the older ones.
Laura wondered why she had not been told to stand out on the landing. Apparently she was not to be called on. It might only be a temporary reprieve, yet she was thankful for every minute that elapsed before she might have to give her cunt to one of these lecherous old men.
When the last of the girls had been accommodated, the hag turned towards Laura's cubicle. She backed away from her vantage point behind the curtains and sat on the chair.
The woman beckoned her to follow her and took her into one of the compartments on the other side. It was similar in size to her own, but in total darkness.
The woman shoved her through the curtains and forcibly pushed her into a vacant chair. She clamped a hard hand over Laura's mouth, a sign to observe strict silence.
Next she pulled a string hanging down the wall. This raised a black curtain on that side of the cubicle which was immediately filled with diffused light. This came from the glass panel under the curtain.
The glass enabled Laura to see clearly all that was taking place next door, without the occupants being able to see through them. Laura gasped at the sight that met her eyes. A great hulk of a Negro with his trousers in a heap about his ankles, was stuck by his cock into the asshole of a very attractive young brunette.
To Laura's amazement she could see it was not the girl's cunt but her rectum that was being fucked. Her buttocks were thrust upwards to accommodate a colossal ebony prick, nearly as thick as Laura's wrist. He was ramming it in and out of the girl's anus.
She was obviously in great agony and shit was running down the cheeks of her ass, but she never uttered a sound except for an occasional stifled sob, muffled by the bed covers.
Judging from the look of satisfaction on the colored man's face, he was relishing every minute of it. Now and then he would emit a grunt of satisfaction. Faster and faster became the lunges as his black loins sent the rigid shaft deeper into the brunette's lacerated bowels.
Then with a cry of ecstasy, the man's whole frame quivered and he embedded the entire length of the mighty black prick in the girl's white ass. Laura knew he was cumming and imagined the torrent of scum he was shooting into the girl's entrails.
She shuddered in horror, but the bizarre spectacle seemed to fascinate her and she was unable to avert her gaze.
The hag waited till the Negro withdrew his still discharging cock and wiped it against the soft flesh of her buttocks. The brunette straightened up and turned to face him. An artificial smile was on her face, but her cheeks were stained by tears and makeup.
The Negro began to pull up his trousers and the hag lowered the blind. Then she swiveled Laura's chair around and raised the curtain on the other side of the cubicle.
An old Chinaman sat on the bunk and a girl was squatting on her knees in front of him. He had his thin, wizened old penis in her mouth and she was sucking at the small cock to try to make it have it's cum. The girl's hands were feverishly toying with the man's crinkled yellow balls to try to arouse his ardor.
The Oriental was amusing himself with her dangling tits and cruelly digging his long fingernails into the soft, smooth flesh. The girl kept wincing with pain, but dutifully continued her frigging task.
It was some time before her efforts were rewarded. But sheer dogged persistence finally enabled her to give her ageing client his belated orgasm. He might have been seventy if he was a day. Laura doubted if he would manage to pump out more than a few drops of watery scum. But for any young girl to have to do this to such an elderly man, and an Oriental, was disgusting. She hoped she would never have to do it!
Then to Laura's horror, she watched the girl gently remove the limp cock from her mouth, and, holding it between the tips of her fingers close to its base, begin to lick it clean with her tongue. Just watching, she felt sick and ready to vomit.
With a contemptuous smile the hag blotted out the revolting scene by lowering the cloth over the window. She swiveled Laura around once more to face the cubicle she had first seen into, the one where the awful Negro had been enjoying his spot of buggery up the brunette's asshole.
It was, of course, the same wretched female but her partner was now a young, muscular Turk with a small beard. He was quite naked, lying on his back on the divan.
The young whore was sitting on his belly with her palms resting on his knees behind her. She was looking down at him lovingly as she raised and lowered her haunches. Between the Turk's hairy belly and her heaving buttocks, Laura could see a stiff prick plunging joyfully in and out of her by now, well-lubricated vagina.
The Turk too, seemed to be attracted by the pale, swinging tits, hanging provocatively down before his lustful eyes. He amused himself by pulling her tits and stretching them, as he lunged upwards with his loins to meet the downward strokes of the fornicating harlot.
The hag let her witness the completion of this frigging performance and watch while the girl washed the Turk's satisfied prick over the small hand basin before carefully drying it on a towel. Then with a playful slap of his hand on her bare white ass, he took his clothes from her one by one and dressed himself.
The girl washed her cunt and asshole as soon as he had gone, replaced her flimsy articles of clothing and went to stand outside, ready for the next patron desirous of her cunt's services.
Laura could see through the girl's practiced smile and air of cool acceptance, a worn and broken spirit. She wondered about the girl... where she had come from, and how she came to be here.
Laura just sat there staring at the curtain and imagining what would be ahead for her. She looked dully out at the girls as they mechanically lined up outside their cubicles after each customer left.
Her body went cold as she waited for the hag's next move.
She just hoped that this would be all for tonight and that she would not have to accommodate any of the customers herself.
She kept thinking about that girl as she sat there waiting... and thought about herself.
She started to go over in her mind again how she could ever have gotten here...
Chapter Seven...
This was the end of the performance as far as Laura was concerned. The hag pulled her from her seat and conveyed her back to her own cubicle.
There the young attendant was waiting, and he conducted her downstairs to the large study in which she had been interviewed earlier. Mr. Greco was waiting for her. He was wearing a long silk dressing gown fastened with a cord around the waist. His bare hairy chest was visible where the garment gaped open near the top.
A large divan had been drawn into the center of the room and it was to this that Laura was held. Mr. Greco stubbed out the stump of his cigar in an ashtray and turned to face her.
"And now, young lady, before we turn you loose to gratify our clients, I will make sure that you are fit to perform the many services they expect. I shall allow you to display your talents for my personal benefit and trust you will do your utmost to please."
His tone was both sarcastic and menacing. His smile portended little comfort for the apprehensive Laura.
"First you will ask me what you can do to please me," he ordered her. "You will remove your clothing slowly, allowing me to help you if I so wish. You will also make sure I get a good view of your tits and asscheeks in the process. All the time you will retain a smile on your face. Then you will help me to undress and coax my prick into a state of erection. You will allow me to inspect your person and feel any part of your anatomy I so desire. If I hurt you, you will make no protest; that is part of what is expected from you."
He paused before giving her a final warning. "If you should not give satisfaction, if you should offend me in any way, if you create any sort of scene or disturbance, you will be whipped and deprived of food and water for three days."
He glared at her sternly.
"Now start stripping, and then help me out of this wrap," he commanded.
Laura didn't dare refuse. Anyway, by comparison with the clients she had seen, Mr. Greco was preferable by far. She hastened to obey.
She removed the tight bra and fondled her own breasts provocatively in front of him. She took off the grass-like skirt and G-string panties, turning sideways so he could glimpse the cheeks of her luscious ass.
She displayed the slit of her hairless cunt and held the outer lips apart to let him see the tender, pink skin around her twat. All the time she continued to smile sweetly at the Greek, though inwardly she could have gladly knifed him.
Assisting her new master out of his gown, she saw that his cock was already partly erected. She took hold of his big prick and gently rubbed it stiff.
"I think if you were to kneel and suck on it, my child, it would be more satisfactory, don't you?"
Laura felt sick at heart, but she did as he bade her.
His cock had a faintly salty taste and smelled of urine, but she managed to accept it into her mouth and started to dutifully suck it to full vigorous erection.
When she had got it hard, Laura asked falteringly, "What do you wish me to, do next, do you want me to suck you off?"
"No, girl, come and ride my prick on the divan."
He lay comfortably full length on the bed and watched Laura cock one leg over and prepare to sit on him. He got a first class look at her delectable twat as she did so.
Laura lowered herself, using her hand to guide the rigid penis towards her pretty pink slit. The knob pushed in between her cunt lips and entered her warm vaginal passage. Soon she had contrived to impale herself on the thick shaft and had accepted its entire length into her young cunt.
"Now, fuck me," he ordered. "Slowly at first and then gradually quicken the pace. That's right."
Laura frigged diligently and gradually felt that warming pleasurable sensation in her belly. She felt a growing sexual urge mounting in her cunny and she fucked all the harder. She felt no wish to hold back her climax, even had she dared to restrain her movements. She came suddenly with a slight tremor of her body that shook her dangling titties.
Mr. Greco was fully aware of what had happened, in fact her spasms all but made him have his cum.
"Stop!" he shouted. "That is enough! Get off me and bend forward over the divan for me!" He got up to make way for her.
Laura, her legs still trembling from her recent climax, bent over and cocked her ass up for his service. She even reached between her own thighs to open the lips of her cunt to make way for his prick.
Mr. Greco took this opportunity to delve into her twat with his fingers, to feel the extent of her cumming. Her pulsating vaginal passage was wet and sticky with her juices and his digits were coated with the creamy substance when he withdrew them. He insolently dried them by rubbing them through the young girl's hair.
He pushed his prick into her slit and rammed it home. He had no intention of exerting himself and made Laura work herself backward and forward on his stiff shaft.
He waited until he was once more on the point of ejaculation before he suddenly withdrew his throbbing prick and pushed it against the tiny rose of Laura's virgin asshole. The prick was now well greased and ready to initiate this desirable rectum.
He pressed forward and drove the head hard against the tight opening.
"Relax, damn you, and let me in, or I'll have you lashed, you obstinate little bitch."
He dug his nails into her waist just to emphasize the peril in which she was placing herself.
Terrified though she was, Laura strove to comply. The next thrust of Mr. Greco's loins sent his big, stiff prick careening up her anus into her lower bowels. Laura stifled a moan of agony as her insides felt as if they were being torn apart.
Tears welled up into her blue eyes and ran down her cheeks. But she managed to refrain from crying out. The cock, though not too much larger than average in size, felt colossal in the confined space of her rectum. Gradually however, the pain eased and the cruel Greek commenced to asshole-fuck her.
After awhile, Laura was surprised to find that this unnatural method of fornication stimulated her neglected cunt and was once again rousing her passions.
As she became increasingly aroused, her sensual excitement caused her to start moving her own hips in unison with the cock that was frigging her. She felt the hard shaft embedded in her anus start to throb and this too hastened her impending orgasm.
By some ironic twist of nature, as she felt the lust for satisfaction mounting in her, she felt a pang of shame at the realization that this obscene act was affording her pleasure.
She wondered sadly what Max would have thought had he been able to see her now. Little, of course, did she dream that this despicable gentleman would have been proud of her. He would dearly have liked to bugger her up the asshole himself, but had been afraid lest it offend her and spoil his base schemes for her.
Mr. Greco shot his load with a smile of contentment into her quivering asshole. He had enjoyed this spot of buggery up her delightful anus immensely and made a resolve to repeat the dose on some future occasion.
When he had finished, he made Laura suck his cock clean and dry it on the tresses of her hair.
He was reasonably sure that her spirit had been broken and that she had resolved to resign herself to her fate. He thought it unlikely she would cause any offense to the clients and with a casual wave of his hand, he signaled to the waiting attendant to conduct Laura back upstairs and set her to work fucking all comers.
Her own passions for the time being completely satisfied, Laura did not relish the idea of further humping activity. She stood at the door of her cubicle hoping fervently that each new customer would choose one or the other of the remaining girls.
This was not the case. Most of the patrons were regular visitors. They had sampled most of the inmates on previous occasions and a new face always attracted them.
So the night dragged on. Laura found herself the premier attraction in the whore house, and her services were in great demand. By the time the last lecherous man had departed, her body felt numb. Her cunt and ass were red, raw and ached. Her tits smarted and her body was discolored and bruised.
Laura threw herself in abject despair onto the narrow bunk in her cubicle and softly cried herself to sleep. Henceforth she realized this was to be her life, till she was too old or no longer attractive enough to fuck. Then? What would happen then?
Perhaps she would become a custodian like the old hag. She was too ill and too tired to care. She sank in a blissful sleep. Tomorrow was to be another day, and night, devoted exclusively to her new profession... fucking!!
Her mind went quickly over the past events, leading from her wonderful voyage on the ship, Dennis, Max, and now this. She couldn't quite connect the why's and wherefore's of all of it, and she didn't really care. She was a fucker now, a professional fucker.
And that was it!
PART TWO
Chapter One...
Clifford was really fed up. He had just a couple of dollars and no notion as to where and when he might get hold of any more money. Also he was stranded in this resort, and the season, which provided a considerable amount of casual work, was over.
Tomorrow his landlady would be after her money. Well, he couldn't see much hope for her! If he could lay his hands on ten dollars it would be used for a ticket out of here, not for paying rent to stay!
He looked at his wrist-watch. Half past ten, no point in sitting around in his room. If his landlady found him there, she might guess that he no longer had a job, and start asking about her money early, and the longer that particular question could be put off, the better.
He put on his coat and went out, buttoning it up against the fine drizzle that was hanging over the seaside town.
Walking along to a rather cozy little cafe he had discovered in one of the back streets behind the seasonal guest houses that lined the sea-front, he ordered a pot of tea, and marmalade toast.
Waiting to be served, he saw a paper left on the seat of the table next to his. As unobtrusively as he could, he slid it off and opened it up as though he had just taken it out of his own pocket, to find it was the local rag!
No cartoons, no crossword, and very little national news. Just a collection of articles on local spots and schemes, church notices, and a page of advertisements.
Well, he had nothing better to do! He laid it on the table, folded open to the advertisements pages, and started to look them over.
There was nothing of any use in most of the pages. Being out of season, most of the advertisements were concerning property, sales, exchanges, surplus furniture, jumble sales, and the like. Without much hope of finding anything that would help his situation, he looked at the employment section.
Quite a bit for decorators, but he was hopeless with either paper or paint. Some building work on property maintenance, and he couldn't claim any of the building skills. Then his eye caught it!
"Young man, general duties. Live in. Good wage for personable, discreet applicant. The Willows, Chalk Point. Apply in person, between two and four."
Now what could that be about? He took down the details in his notebook and the waitress was at his elbow with her tray. She was an attractive girl, full-titted and with a narrow waist that he felt like slipping his arm around.
As she leaned forwards to place his tea-pot, water-jug, and tiny milk jug on the table, he had the opportunity to admire the rounded shapeliness of her ass, and a rising desire made his cock stir in his trousers.
Then she was closer, placing the toast and its accompanying pot of marmalade by his side. The firm swell of a breast nudged his upper arm, and he felt his prick stiffen. Damn! What chance had he of doing anything about it?
He made his voice steady with an effort, and asked her when she finished work. She smiled, but shook her head, the loose auburn curls floating out with the gesture.
"I shall leave at four, but have to go and do another job then, and even I have no idea when that will end!"
"Some other time," he promised, and picked up the milk-jug.
She gave him another smile, and seemed to be interested in him as she went off to her next customer. Ah, well. It was good to know that girls still found him attractive, although he didn't know what good it might do him at the moment.
He made the pot of tea spin out for an hour, then had to leave, as the cafe was getting ready for the lunch trade. Again he got a charming smile from the interested waitress as he left, and went out into the street. It was still drizzling, and seemed to be clearing up. He decided to take a walk out of Chalk Point and take a look at the 'Willows' and see what sort of a place it was.
Walking out of town, he took the cliff road. After half a mile, his view over the sea was blocked by a high wall. He walked alongside this for some fifty yards, and came to a pair of iron gates, bearing the inscription, "The Willows". Through the gates he could see that the grounds were well wooded, but, as the drive swept around in a curve just inside the gates, he couldn't see the house at all!
These gates were firmly locked, and it seemed as though there was no gate-keeper. As he wondered about this, he spotted the bell with a slatted grill above it.
Solenoid lock and intercom! Just over the grill, he then saw a sheltered lens, closed circuit T.V., too! They certainly were well equipped to preserve their privacy here!
Well, it was only twelve-thirty. He walked on for a way. Another fifty yards and the wall turned away from him and ran along to the cliff edge. Another half a mile brought him to a small pub on the cliff top, and he went in. More of his dwindling money changed hands, and he got a pint of beer.
A couple of local farm lads were playing darts in the bar, and he watched for a while. When another of their friends came in, they asked him if he'd like to make up a four, and he agreed.
His partner was a fair player, but with beer at stake, and his money dwindling, Clifford couldn't rely on him, and played hard.
He had always been a good player, and after the first game, he had got the 'feel' of the darts he had borrowed from the bar. They won every game after the first one, and this was indeed welcome! He had paid for the first pint when he went in, two halves when they lost the first game, and drank three more halves that they won. Then the lads had to go back to work.
He had gathered from their conversation that there was definitely nothing doing on the farms that would call for any extra hands, and one of them had mentioned the 'big house' and some of the lovely girls who went there. They had all agreed that the girls were really choice, and none of them had ever seen any men go to the place.
It was very mysterious, but he was quite heartened by the knowledge that there were some good girls in the offing if he got the job!
Checking the time by his wrist-watch, he finished his drink, and left. By the time he got back to those large iron gates, it was just after two o'clock. He straightened his tie, ran a hand over his hair, and pressed the bell.
After a short pause, he heard a humming sound as the speaker circuit became alive. Again there was a short pause, then a female voice inquired as to his business. He stated that he had come in answer to the advertisement in the local paper, and was asked to wait. A few minutes later, the voice invited him in, and the lock on the large gates buzzed.
Pushing them open, he walked up the long, curved drive. When he emerged onto a graveled stretch before the house, he stopped. It was a really nice house, three stories, and large. He counted four windows to one side of the door, and three the other side!
Solid looking, in mellow grey granite, there were three broad steps leading up to the main front door, and another bell with the same arrangement of grille and shielded lens over it.
Security was certainly emphasized here! He pressed this bell, and after a very brief pause, the same voice bade him enter. Pushing the heavy door open, he stepped into a large, spacious hall, and a disembodied voice invited him to take a seat.
Sitting on a comfortable, circular sofa in the center of the hall, he looked around. The hall had several doors leading from it, and only this one seat, like one of the seats one found in art galleries.
He soon spotted the reason when he glanced upwards. Another camera was mounted in the ornate chandelier above the seat, and anyone who waited there could be kept under observation with ease, and without their knowledge of just when they were being observed.
This got more and more mysterious, and he speculated on just who would appear. He took care not to look at the chandelier again, as though he had not noticed the lens in it, and lit a cigarette. He had just finished it when one of the many doors opened, and his eyes widened as they took in the figure that emerged.
She was wearing a chocolate-brown, maid's uniform with a skirt that ended above her knees, and a coffee colored lace apron and cap. Her hair was a deep brown, and she was a stunner! Her trim but well-developed tits filled the brief costume in an intriguing manner, and her face was beautiful, with large eyes, and a generous mouth. Her shapely legs, in tan nylons, led down to arched insteps in four inch heels!
She smiled at the obvious impact of her appearance, and asked his name.
"Clifford! Yes, I think Madam will be pleased with that. Please come this way!"
He followed her, admiring the sway and roll of her shapely hips under the short skirt, and was soon confronted by another door.
The maid tapped, and another female voice called, "Enter!"
When he stepped through the door, the maid stayed behind to close it, and followed him up behind as he approached the figure that reclined on a divan at the end of the room.
Getting nearer, he gasped. The woman before him was beautiful, but in a strangely 'hard' way. Black hair, carefully waved, and hanging well below her shoulders. The black gown she wore had a peasant neckline that left her white shoulders free, and showed their delicate curves up well against the hair behind them.
Her titties jutted to an almost unbelievable outthrust, and then her body curved in sharply to a tiny waist and swelled smoothly again to ample hips. A slit in the skirt revealed a shapely leg as far as the thigh. He could see the reinforced top of the smooth black nylon that covered it.
She was just like something dreamed up in Hollywood! There was an animal sexuality and magnetism about her, and his ever-ready prick was quick to respond to it, rising in his slacks, and starting to bulge out from them.
Chapter Two...
The girl led him towards the rear of the house, then along a corridor to the door at its far end. Opening this, she stepped aside to allow him to enter first.
He looked around. He was in a very well furnished living room, with a T.V. radio and a bar. A door off it, Hilda informed him, led to his bedroom and there was a bathroom connecting with that. He was very impressed, and she went over to the bar, and set out two glasses. He settled for a scotch and water, and she poured herself a straight gin.
Handing him his glass, she sat on a low, comfortable armchair in front of him, and took a sip of her drink. In this posture, he could quite easily see the soft white skin above her tan nylons, and his pulse quickened, his prick stiffening up even more.
She smiled, then started to tell him. "Well, you have been accepted. You will not leave the grounds again unless you are on duty, or when you leave the job! Everything is free, drinks, smokes, food, etc. and all that is expected of you is to do whatever Madam desires, whenever she instructs you and keep quiet about all you see and are asked to do! Understand?"
He nodded, slightly bemused by the strange house, and the strange way in which everything was happening.
Smiling, Hilda continued, "So, you will not need any money, but when you leave here, you will be paid fifty dollars for every week you have been here!"
Clifford was delighted with the terms but pressed for details of what services he would be called upon to provide. Hilda drained her glass, and refilled it, bringing the scotch bottle over and topping up his drink.
She sat on the sofa beside him and smiled, "Well, you won't be wanted to do very much. The staff is all female here. I expect Madame Denise will want you to act as her chauffeur when she goes out, and look after the general security of the place.
"You see, she has a lot of contacts, all wealthy, and lays out all sorts of diversions for them. You may be wanted to take part in some of the exhibitions she arranges from time to time. I don't suppose a limited audience would stop you having a screw with an attractive girl, would it?"
Clifford was certainly surprised, but not shocked. Being paid, and well paid, to fuck, would be lovely! Especially if Hilda was to be his companion. He told her so, and she grinned.
"Well, sometimes it might be! But there are plenty of others too. From the staff, and some who come here just for the one fuck. I always get called for the lesbian affairs, but now you are here, I may be working with you. How about having a little test-run?"
At the suggestion, Clifford's prick reared up to full height, thrusting forwards against the thin material of his slacks. Smiling, Hilda just leaned closer, and her hand came over to his lap, and gripped the rigid column of flesh.
"Come on, into the bedroom!"
She retained her grip and opened his trousers, then led him through to the bedroom by his prick grasped in one hand. As soon as he had kicked the door behind them, his hands went out, reaching for her, and slipped up to those shapely titties that thrust forwards against the thin material of her uniform.
As his fingers closed on them, her mouth came to his, open, and wetly inviting. A moment later, his tongue was being caressed by hers, and her hand left his rampant cock, going with the other one behind her. Quickly, her fingers opened buttons, and the front of her dress fell away.
His hands moved aside, and returned to the soft warmth of her bare flesh, the forefingers and thumbs taking charge of the rapidly hardening nipples!
Her mouth panted against his, and her hand returned to the cock between them, pushing down along the shaft, then puffing up, rolling the foreskin to and fro, and setting the length of its stiff shaft throbbing.
In a few moments, one of Clifford's hands left the jutting nipple it caressed, and slipped down over the softly curving belly, pushing the dress down further. Once it past the flair of her hips, it fell, and his hand was on the silky smooth material of her panties. It slipped around a hip and he was cupping the softness of a pair of shapely ass cheeks.
Her hand moved faster on his pulsating cock, and his fingers hooked into the waist-elastic, dragging the panties down. He got them down to her knees and his hand ran back up the inside of a swelling thigh, over the tender, soft skin, and reached the warmth of her cunt.
Her legs parted as he pressed, and his fingers found the moist, pouting-lipped slit. A quick caress, and his finger was penetrating the soft lips, and running over moist, sensitive membranes until it located the inner cunt hole and plunged into her twat.
Her hand gripped hard on his prick, and she gasped, "Oh! I can't wait any longer, darling! Let me get on the bed!"
Almost reluctantly, his fingers left their thrilling search and caressing. Swiftly she stripped the panties that hung around her knees right off, and scrambled onto the bed.
He caught the plump ass as she scrambled with a swift slap, and she fell on the coverlet, rolling over, with her knees bending and parting to plant the soles of her stockinged feet on the surface of the cover. She presented him with her opened slit.
A moment later, he was knelt in between those spread thighs, and lowering himself down to lay on her and press her down into the yielding mattress with his weight.
One of her hands moved in between them and took charge of the seeking, blind head of his prick, positioning it against her twat. As he felt the hot wetness of her lubricated cunt, his hips surged, and she responded.
The head was taken in, and he paused, then his lips sought hers. His tongue penetrated to touch hers, so his hips drove to and fro, even driving the thick column of flesh deeper into her welcoming and receptive pussy.
As he got the full length of his fine prick home, Hilda gave a groan of delight, and her legs flung around to lock him to her. He lay still fully immersed in her for several moments, then his hips raised and drove down again. She gasped under the stroke, and her hips writhed and bounded below him, urging him on in a frenzied tempo of carnal desire.
Quickly he took up the rhythm and his rigid prick was pistoning in and out, sending shuddering thrills through both of them at every movement.
They fucked and strove vigorously. He was sweating, his thighs beginning to feel as though they would cramp, but then she went wild, thrashing around under him, and her internal muscles gripping and tugging at the cock they embraced.
She was cumming. The knowledge sent a fresh spurt of energy through him, and he drove on hard and fast for several more strokes, then cried out in relief and delight as the cum spurted from him, and inundated her greedily clutching cunt!
Chapter Three...
After some time, Clifford rolled off her, and she leaned over him to mop his sweaty brow. Reaching up, he gently squeezed the tit hanging in front of him.
She smiled and told him, "That was wonderful. I think I shall have to ask Madam if she will let me fuck with you if there are any exhibitions on!"
Clifford agreed enthusiastically, and assured her that it had been the best fuck of his life. Then she got up and fetched a damp cloth and a towel, to clean them up.
Feeling a little relaxed, he got up, and they went back into the living room for another drink, not bothering to dress, she in just her garter belt and nylons, and he in his shirt and tails.
In her private room, Madame Denise turned from the display on the television screens, smiling. She had thought that Clifford had plenty of 'hidden cock' and had not been mistaken. And he was agreeable to joining in her little 'displays'. So much the better. Now she could lay her plans for the next week.
With a smile, she pressed a button, and when another girl in an abbreviated maid costume entered, sent her to remind Hilda that she was to see to their new acquisition's affairs, and insure that he wouldn't be 'missed'.
The girl tapped at Clifford's door and Hilda called her in. Clifford got a shock. This one was a statuesque blonde, and wearing a powder blue maid's attire, even shorter than Hilda's had been. Hilda didn't seem at all embarrassed, and smiled at the message.
She asked Clifford what the state of his lodgings was, and when he told her, instructed the new maid, Vera. "See that the car is called up there, and I'll arrange for Clifford to go and settle up there, and pick up the rest of his things."
When the girl had left, she gave Clifford a kiss, and told him, "We'd better get dressed, and I'll show you where you'll work on security before you go for your stuff."
Clifford gave her plump ass cheeks a final pat of salutation before she got into her discarded panties, and they tidied themselves up.
Hilda led him to the door opposite his, and showed him the 'watch-room'. It was a comfortably furnished sitting room like his own on the opposite side of the corridor, but with a lot of equipment. There was a desk with a control console set in it. There were rows of lights, with keys like telephone switchboard keys below them, and a large television screen in front of it.
On one wall beside the desk was a relief map of the whole grounds, and she told him that her mistress had had various detectors installed, and they all lit up an indicator on this of the whereabouts of any person or animal that broke their sensitive rays.
Also a number was flashed up on the desk which operating key would give a picture of the spot on the screen, even by night, lit by infra red discharge. He was delighted with it, and just as Hilda was explaining, one of the lights on the panel came on with a low buzzing sound.
"Watch!"
She pressed the key under it, and the screen lit up with the picture transmitted by the gate camera. Clifford looked in sheer amazement. It was the waitress from the cafe. Hilda pulled the key a little further, and spoke into the microphone mounted on the desk.
"Come in, Maureen! I'll let Madam know that you are here!"
She pressed the button for 'Gate' and closed the circuit when she saw the gate close behind Maureen. Turning to Clifford, she explained.
"One of our 'out-workers'. She's got a show on with Vera this evening. Now let's see if your transport is here."
Picking up the telephone, she pressed the button marked 'Garage'. After a short conversation, she replaced the receiver.
"Yes, we'll go down and let Maureen in from the hall. The car is outside for you. You'll need some money."
She took a key from the board on one wall, and opened the deep drawer of the desk. Extracting a cash-box, she opened it and handed him a fifty, "advance expenses".
They went to the hall, and soon there came a buzz from the front door. Hilda showed him the inside button which could be used to open the door without using the scanning system, and Maureen came in.
She was thunderstruck when she saw Clifford, but he had no chance to explain. Hilda handed him an ignition key and sent him on his way, taking Maureen in with her to see Madam.
Clifford went over to the sleek black Rolls that was outside the door and started it up. It was in perfect condition, and he drove down to the main gates. As he approached them, a light on the car's dashboard winked, and he reached to it.
As he touched it, the gates opened on their own. He guessed some form of radio control was coming from the car.
A few minutes drive and he was at his rooming house. The landlady was rather surprised to see the car, but delighted the get her rent. He soon packed his stuff and was swinging the car back onto the coast road, heading for "The Willows".
As he approached the gates, the dash-light winked again, and he opened the gates, bowling up the drive, and pulling up before the solid front door.
Leaving the car, he pressed the door buzzer. Hilda's voice called 'come in' and added, "I'm in the security room, come on through!"
The lock clicked and he went through to meet her.
Rising to meet him, she slipped into his arms, and kissed him.
"So glad to see you back so soon!"
She disengaged herself from his arms and rang the garage to put the car away, and pressed the 'kitchen' button. She ordered a meal for them, to be served in the security room, and then opened a bottle and poured out drinks.
The meal was uninterrupted, and they were sitting having a quiet drink afterwards when the first call came from the gate. Hilda answered it, and Clifford saw a middle aged man on the screen. A taxi was, driving away, and the man held up a card to the camera lens. Hilda checked it and then welcomed him, releasing the gate lock.
As they waited for him to walk up the drive, she explained that this was the client for the evening's show, and was to be conducted straight to Madam's apartments for refreshment.
She used the internal phone to get one of the other girls to meet him and take him there, then switched on the front door camera to see that he arrived on his own all right.
When the man pressed the door buzzer, she switched over to the reception hall camera, and they watched a petite brunette answer the door and escort him away.
"Now we can relax! Let's have another drink."
She poured the drinks, and the gate lamp lit up again. When the key was moved, another girl was there.
Hilda said, "I didn't know that Marion had been called for today!" To the 'mike', she called, "Hello, Marion. I didn't know you were coming today."
The girl grinned, "Neither did I, but I suddenly got a call. Maureen is to present a trio, and I'm to make up the third."
Hilda released the gate, then checked with Madam.
Madam chuckled, "Yes, dear, a last minute change, I'm afraid. You were going to work with Maureen and Vera, but I thought you would be busy settling Clifford in." She paused. "Well, have Marion come up and join Maureen and Vera in the dressing room. Tell her we'll be ready to commence in ten minutes. Vera knows the routine they are to work."
Hilda relayed these instructions, and then settled back into Clifford's arms. He was rather inquisitive as to the business of the evening.
She grinned, "We'll switch to the presentation room in ten minutes, and you can watch the show! You may learn something from it and at least it might get that cock of yours hard enough for me to have another fuck, as I'm left out to look after you!"
Some five minutes later, she freshened their drinks, and snapped down a switch that put the interior of a room on the screen, with a pair of closed curtains facing the camera.
She clinked glasses with him and toasted, "To your first Madam Denise Show!"
As Clifford watched the screen, he saw a ripple of the curtains. They swept way back, to reveal a large bed, and a dressing table. The waitress from the cafe was seated on the bed in a semi-transparent nightdress. Marion was seated at the dressing table in her undies, brushing her hair.
Maureen beckoned to her, and she put down the brush, and went over to the bed. As she got to where the other girl sat, Maureen lay back and held up her arms. Marion lay on her and the arms closed around her, the fingers busy on the catch of the straps of her bra.
Within minutes, Marion had Maureen's nightie up, and legs open. Her hand was busily rubbing her friend's cunt and Maureen had the bra off, and was using both her hands and her mouth on the lovely pair of tits she had uncovered.
Clifford felt his prick rise, and it was not long before Hilda spotted this too. Her hand came over onto his lap, and she stroked it through his slacks.
By this time, Marion's fingers were hard at work on Maureen, two of them lunging in and out of the open cunt, and Maureen was working down her panties, and playing with her ass cheeks.
The pace increased, and Maureen had a finger thrust up Marion's asshole, when the door at the side of the stage opened, and Vera came in, carrying a leather belt, and in the nude, and an artificial cock standing out from her belly, swaying to and fro as she walked over to the couple on the bed!
Maureen's finger had come out of her friend's ass and Marion had moved down to the crotch between the raised, spread thighs. Her tongue was busily at work on the excited pussy of her pal, and her own ass cheeks were well upthrust behind her. Vera swung the strap, and landed it across the buttocks with considerable force.
Marion sprang off her friend, capering beside the bed, rubbing her bottom, and Vera was in between the other girl's legs, driving the long dummy prick up into the moist and ready cunt.
Soon she was lying on top of Maureen, her hips rising and falling in a rapid rhythm as she drove the hard rubber dong in and out.
Marion stopped rubbing her ass and snatched up the discarded belt. Quickly she moved into position beside the bed, and flailed at that bounding ass, each crack of the strap producing another pink line on the white skin, and seeming to drive Vera harder down on her victim, thrusting the dummy prick hard up into Maureen's slit.
When there were half a dozen of these stripes on Vera's ass cheeks, she rolled off, and they were treated to an unobstructed view of the twitching, working lips of Maureen's fucked cunt. Vera got lower on the bed, and got her mouth down on it, her parted thighs at the bed edge as she knelt there.
Marion dropped the strap, and got in behind her to suck her cunt at the same time, sitting on the carpet with her back to the side of the bed. Her own legs were soon spread, and her fingers busily finger-fucking herself as she darted her tongue up and down in Vera's pussy.
Clifford felt Hilda's fingers get more urgent, then fumble a little. Then they were on his bared cock, dragging it forth, and running up and down its throbbing length. Even as he noticed this, the girls suddenly broke apart, and all scrambled on the bed, lying on their sides, in a triangle each one with her mouth on another's pussy for a three handed or three-mouthed suck off!
At the same moment, the hot, moist mouth of his companion descended and took the hot, and aroused head of his prick in. Her tongue, soft, and with a slightly rough texture, was flickering maddeningly over the sensitive head, and her lips working on the glans to send additional shudders of delight down his thighs, and fan the fire in the pit of his belly.
With a panting cry, he clutched at the back of her head, pressing it further and further onto him, his prick head going right in and jamming at the back of the girl's throat as he shot his cum in several shuddering spurts.
Red-faced, and her eyes dancing with enjoyment, Hilda got up, and poured out more drink with a hand that shoot, the bottle neck ringing musically against the glasses. He took her in his arms and kissed her. She slipped onto his lap, and his hand slipped up under her short skirt, feeling for her panties.
Raising her a little, he tugged them down, then her bare ass was burning against his thighs, and he had a finger up into her aroused cunt.
He glanced at the screen, and the trio had altered again. Maureen was sitting on the bed with her legs well spread, and Marion was on all fours, down to lick her pussy, her ass stuck well up, and her thighs parted so that the camera got a view of her open-lipped cunt, and the ring of clenched muscle of her asshole between the soft cheeks of her white ass.
Then Vera had climbed up behind her, and rammed the dildo right up her from the rear, like dogs fuck. She didn't fuck her though. She drew it straight back down, and shifted her position a little. Then the tip of the solid rubber cock, all shiny from the girl's cunt, was presented to that wrinkled asshole, and with a grip on her hips, Vera drove it slowly and steadily up into her ass passage.
Hilda was now watching the screen intently and her passion was aroused so that she squirmed on Clifford's lap. With a sudden inspiration, he slipped his other hand up under her skirt from the back, and caressed her ass, then got in between the rounded cheeks and located the tight anus.
Slowly, he forced his finger up into her ass, and was delighted to find that he was able to feel his two fingers through the membrane of her vaginal wall!
It was not long then before he had Hilda gasping and panting, the muscles of both her holes, cunt and ass, clenching spasmodically on his fingers as she enjoyed a violent orgasm!
Chapter Four...
When she recovered a little, Hilda reached out onto the control console, and turned off the monitor they had been watching. She cuddled up to Clifford and gave him a kiss.
Then she asked him, "Would you like to go to the main dining room and eat with the girls?"
He looked at her in surprise, and she grinned. "Oh, yes. We have a social life as well. We don't talk shop, but we like a meal together, especially after work. I'll put the control through to the dining room side-board. Let's get tidied up now!"
Slipping off his lap, she pulled up her panties, and left him, calling back over her shoulder, "Black tie!"
He went over to the passage to his own quarters and unpacked, then settled down when he had changed until Hilda came to him. It was not all that long before she joined him, in a low-cut evening gown that showed the top half of her tits off very well.
They made a call at the control-room for her to switch through to the dining hall, and while they were there, she was in time to work the gates for the departing client.
A few minutes later, she was leading him to the reception hall, and from it into a well appointed dining room.
She did the rounds, introducing him to the other girls. Apart from Vera, Marion and Maureen, there were two other girls.
The first was a statuesque brunette, rather like a dark haired version of Vera, whom Hilda introduced as Janice. Then a small girl, not much over five feet tall, but with a chubby, well-shaped figure, called Bettina.
They all had a sherry, and then Madam joined them. After a few minutes of social chit-chat, Madam instructed Vera and Janice to bring in the food, and they all seated themselves.
Clifford found himself in between Hilda and Madam, facing Bettina and Marion. It was a well-cooked, well-served meal, and the wines were well chosen to accompany it. By the time he was relaxing with his coffee and cognac, Clifford was delighted with the company he had found himself among.
When the gathering broke up, Madam told Clifford to drive the girls back to town, then to report to her quarters when he returned to the house.
Again he was behind the wheel of the sleek Rolls, and he kissed both girls 'good night', then swung the car around, and headed back to the house, and his appointment with Madame Denise.
As he drove, he speculated on what she wanted him for. A pep talk for the new recruit? Or a sexual trial? Either was possible, but he doubted if he would be much use to her sexually after the strenuous fuck day he had spent!
Parking the car in the garage, the doors of which also worked automatically from the dash-button as he approached them, he went into the house through the connecting door, to save having to get someone inside to release the front door.
A few minutes later, he was having a quiet wash, and tidying up to go and see her. As soon as he tapped, she bade him enter, and she was relaxed on the divan, much as she had been the first time he had seen her.
"Ah, Clifford. You can pour me a large gin and help yourself. I believe that Hilda has told you some things about my little organization. It doesn't seem as though you have much in the way of ethical objections to the commodity we supply here, and it does enable the staff and myself to live pleasant lives, and have sufficient money to make life amusing!"
Clifford poured out the drinks, and she continued to explain the set-up that he had now become a part of. She informed him that his main responsibilities would be security and the driving of the car, with the extra duties of performing in any displays where a male model was required.
"Of course, all these performances will earn extra remuneration, a twenty on top of your normal wages for each performance."
Well, that certainly seemed like a pretty good deal to Clifford, and he assured his new mistress that he would be only too happy to oblige when required.
She smiled and thanked him. Then she added that there was one other thing he might do for them when he had any spare time. There were some of her clients who enjoyed their show much more if the scenery was in character. Did he think he could cope with organizing settings if she let him know the day before, and he had a free hand in the purchase of props?
Clifford assured her that this would be a pleasure, and he had had some experience of this work with an amateur drama society, so he was certain that the sets she might require would not present any great difficulty.
Madam smiled, and then told him what the first setting was that she would need. "I have a very special client coming this weekend, and he will pay well if we can please him. I want you to set up the stage as a dungeon! You know, slabs of stone and stone block walls.
"I'll get the special equipment down here tomorrow afternoon for you to get the feel of it. I believe there is some good, molded papier-m�ch� stuff you can get in panels, so will you try and make a start tomorrow morning?"
Clifford agreed, and drove into town the following morning. In a hardware store he located the molded paneling that should do the trick. Loading it into the back of the car, he returned to 'The Willows' and took it to the 'show' room.
By midday, he had the stage fitted, and reported to Madam. She told him that the special equipment would be arriving by road any time that afternoon, so he had better take over the security room. Then he would know when he let the truck in.
It was not long before Hilda came to join him, bringing his lunch with her. Clifford told her of the job he was doing.
She smiled and said, "Oh, well, that will be all hands on deck! I know that one. He wants to see a torture chamber, with lots of girls chained up watching what happens, you know, anticipating their own fate."
He had finished eating, and she came over to perch on his lap and she told him, "I expect you will be cast as the torturer's assistant!"
He looked surprised, and she laughed, "Oh, yes! Madam always takes charge as the Chief Inquisitor!"
Clifford kissed her, and was just working a hand inside her dress to squeeze a tit when the gate buzzer sounded. Clifford switched on, and it was a chap in a peaked cap, with a large van behind him. He released the gate lock and Hilda phoned for the girls over the internal telephone, to give a hand with getting the stuff into the house.
Janice came to take over the control room and Clifford went to work with the girls, getting the cases of special equipment up into the theater.
They worked all afternoon, setting the manacles into the walls, at the appropriate heights for the various victims to be chained up, then erecting the wheel, rack, and such equipment in the locations that Madam showed them.
At last all was finished, and they all met in the large dining room for tea and briefing. As Hilda had predicted, Clifford was cast for the role of 'executioner's assistant,' and Madam told him that his costume had been put in his room ready for him.
The 'client' was not due for another hour, but they had better all get ready, and have a run through on the acts they were going to put on.
Clifford went to his room and found his costume. It consisted of a pair of stretch tights, and shoes with rosettes over the laces. With them was a hood with eye-slits and a massive leather wrist-band. The costume was completed by a large medallion on a chain to hang on his chest.
Quickly he changed and made his way to the show room. The girls were already there. All they had to do was to strip off their outer garments. Their costume was their undies! They waited. Clifford rather enjoyed the sight of the various figures, all very interesting, and rather sexy, in this scanty attire!
After a short while, Madam appeared. Her costume was the same as Clifford's. Except for a slim gold coronet over her hood. Her huge tits stood well forth on her chest, the nipples jutting, and accentuated with a touch of make-up, and Clifford felt his prick stir in the tight material of the sheer tights.
The girls were quick to notice this bulging prick, but Madam didn't leave them long to speculate on it. She quickly detailed Hilda and Vera for the waiting captive roles, and with Clifford's assistance, they were shackled, spread-eagled, to the dungeon walls.
"Now, I think I'll start on Bettina on the rack! Climb up. On your back!"
When the short, plump figure was laid on the rack, they spread wide her legs, and locked her ankles into the leg-cuffs at one end of it. Having Clifford bind her wrists, Madam supervised their attachment to the end of the dread machine, then had him wind it taut, until there was a certain amount of real strain on the girl.
Satisfied, Madam had him then release her, commenting, "But when you put her on for the show, you'd better strip her first! Then from his seat, he'll have a good view of her pussy. Now let's try out Vera on the wheel."
Clifford went over and freed the cuffs at the tall blonde's wrists and ankles, and then led her over to the wheel. This was a large affair, something over six feet in diameter, and Madam had the girl stand facing its edge, then passed a strap around her waist and the wheel rim, attaching her to the outermost part.
She had Clifford mount a short ladder, and bind the girl's wrists at full stretch to the highest part, then completed the securing of her victim by turning the wheel back until she was sitting on the floor, her feet on each side of the wheel, and strapping her ankles to the hub.
Now she had Clifford turn the wheel forwards again, until Vera was on the upper quarter of its circumference, her hips at chest height.
Going to the viewing chair, she had the huge wheel rotated a little further, and stopped it with Vera's ass just shoulder high.
"There! Now at that he'll see her sweet cunt when I take the strap to her ass!" She smiled. "Of course, she is going to be naked before being tied, too!"
She came onto the stage, and patted the taut seat of Vera's panties before instructing Clifford to release her.
"That will do for the start of the show, with Hilda and Janice in the 'waiting' roles. Now turn them all loose, and we will go through to my room for a drink."
Once they reached her quarters, she took up the phone, and called Janice while Hilda was pouring out the drinks.
"Come and join us, dear. Switch the control through to my quarters here first!"
When the circuits had been transferred, Janice joined them, and they all had time for two drinks before the gate buzzer announced the arrival of the client. Madam released the lock and sent Janice, who was still wearing her short maid's frock, to meet him in the reception hall and conduct him to the theater.
"When he is settled with a drink, go through the adjoining room, strip off your dress, and join us on the stage. You start off chained up, waiting."
Five minutes later, the curtain had risen, on Janice and Hilda, chained to the walls in their undies, and Vera and Bettina, naked, in nothing but nylons and belts, tied to the rack and wheel.
Madam postured and pranced in her thin tights, her huge titties bouncing and jouncing freely, and applied the strap to Vera until her shapely ass cheeks were well reddened, and she was squirming against the rim of the wheel, giving the client some intriguing views of her pussy as her thighs tensed and jerked.
Leaving her, Madam went over to the rack. She started to work on Bettina's tits, slapping and pinching, and making the nipples jut up like lighthouses! Meanwhile, she had Clifford release Vera and chain her up with her legs pulled apart and secure Hilda to the wheel in her place, but stripped and facing outwards.
Then she transferred her attentions to Janice, whipping the insides of her parted thighs, and her soft, upthrust belly with a bunch of fine cords. Clifford released Bettina, and chained her to the wall, with her pinkly glowing breasts outthrust toward the client who was paying for all this.
Stripping Hilda, he secured her on the rack, face down this time, and stepped back to stand near the chained girls who had been whipped, his rigid prick clearly visible through the stretched material of the tights he was wearing.
Leaving Janice, her belly and thighs closely patterned with thin, red welts, Madam Denise told him, "If you want to ease the state of that cock of yours, I suggest that you stuff it into that Bettina's sexy little cunt! The treatment I gave her titties has got her hot for a bit of prick!"
She took up a thin leather belt, and went to Hilda's taut-stretched figure. She started at her shoulders, and worked down to the knees, the angry red lines forming a pattern two inches apart down the white column of her body, and then the twin rounded and tapered lengths of her thighs.
Thrusting down the front of his tights, Clifford went to the spread-eagled, curvaceous girl, and positioned his rampant cock's glowing head between her thighs, locating the soft inner cunt. With a wriggle of his hips, he started to ram his cock well up into her.
Gasps of pleasure came from her as his hard prick stretched open and invaded her body. Despite her shackles, her body managed to writhe and ram back at him, the movements adding to his rampant lust. This was glorious!
He drove his cock up and down to the accompaniment of the crack of the strap and Hilda's cries!
He felt himself on the verge of cumming, when Madam called, "Don't waste it all on her! Come and give this wretch on the wheel a few thrusts of that glorious dong."
With an effort, he made himself pull his cock out of the eager body he was fucking and went over to the wheel, his cock standing stiff and glistening with Bettina's juices, swaying in front of him as he approached Janice.
The whipping that had put the slender welts on her seemed to have aroused her too and his prick slipped straight home as though she was sucking it in! The break had let him recover some measure of control, and he was able to fuck away good and hard at her before he got back to that state of arousal that precedes cumming.
Sure enough, by then Madam was calling; "Now go and give Vera some! I think that she will welcome cockle after that strapping!"
Again the withdrawal, and the moving across to his next victim restored his self-control and he was able to pound away for a while at the tall blonde's shackled pussy for several more minutes.
Madam released Hilda's ankles, and had her get up on her knees on the rack, her wrists still bounds, and her back and thighs striped from the lash.
"Now come and give this one a bit of doggy fucking!"
He needed no second bidding, and in a few moments he was up on the rack behind Hilda, his hands on her welted hips, and driving his cock home into her hot twat.
Madam seated herself on one of the low balks of timber that supported the wheel, and again interrupted his surging thrusts.
"Come over here now!" she called.
Reluctantly, he drew back out of Hilda's pussy and went over to where she sat. His prick was all shiny from the cunts it had fucked, and glowing in its hugeness and rigidity.
When he stood before her, she made him move in closer and closer, then put her hands up to the sides of her magnificent breasts, and squashed them together on his rearing prick.
Together and apart, up and down. She pushed and mauled at her huge breasts, and they rolled, pulled and pressed onto the throbbing cock until the sperm flew from the distended head all over her face and mouth.
The curtain fell as she was licking the hot cum off her face.
Chapter Five...
As soon as the curtain was in place, Madam snatched up one of the discarded pairs of panties, and she mopped off the rest of the trickling, solidifying cum from her throat and titties, then swept a cloak around herself, to go and attend to her guest.
She left Clifford with instructions to release the girls, and get them all through to her private apartments and return. He was to take charge of the control system when he got there.
The girls, when released, gathered up their undies, but didn't bother to don them. They carried them in their hands as they went through to Madam's rooms by the inter-communicating doors. By the time Clifford arrived with Vera, who had been the last one freed, Hilda had got the drinks poured and the girls were all eagerly discussing the show, and how thrilling his cock had been in their cunts.
He felt vaguely embarrassed as the four girls discussed his prick and how it had felt to each of them, but then the tell tale lights glowed to show that Madam had let the visitor out. A few moments later, Clifford saw on the gate camera that the man had got into a waiting car, and the gates had closed.
Madam returned and accepted the drink that Hilda had ready for her, then told them that the client had been well satisfied and paid a large bonus, a portion of which would be reflected in all their accounts. Clifford sat back and drank as he watched her go over to the girls one at a time, telling them how well they had performed and smoothing cream into their welts.
The naked bodies and the memories of the fucking they had been doing so recently were certainly intriguing, but he merely thrilled to them, and he didn't get a hard-on. The terrific orgasm over Madam had inhibited that. He just sat back and enjoyed the naked titties and cunts.
When all the girls had been attended to, Madam Denise discussed them and poured out more drinks for herself and Clifford.
"Well, I think you did very well for a first performance, and it was a pretty complicated show. Now, I want to tell you of a job for tomorrow that I shall expect you to do on your own."
She lit a cigarette and went on to tell him that she had a client coming the next day whose preoccupation was with schools.
"You will have to rig up a schoolroom, three desks and a teacher's blackboard, maps and that sort of thing. You take the school master's role, and Maureen and Marion will be coming to play pupils."
Immediately, Clifford asked who the other girl was to be for the third desk. She smiled, sipped her drink, and then told him.
"Ah, that is the client! She was rather spoiled as a child and educated at home by private tutors, and she just longs for school with other girls in a similar uniform, and a master with a cane in his hand."
This was certainly a bit of a shock.
"But, well, I mean..."
"Oh, yes! She will play you up until you give her the cane. And you will have to make it seem a really sound thrashing, and do the same with the other girls. But you must pull the strokes so that they make them smart and raise marks, but none that won't disappear in twelve hours."
She went over to a cupboard and produced a three foot, curly handled cane and placed a cushion on the arm of a chair. She raised the slender rod and lashed it down to land with a loud "thwack!" burying itself in the soft cushion and leaving a deep crevice.
Then she repeated the stroke, and the sound of it striking was much lighter, although it had sung through the air the same, and when she lifted it, there was only a shallow crease in the cushion.
"Like that!"
She passed him the cane, and told him to try his hand.
After five minutes, and about twenty swings of the cane, she pronounced herself satisfied.
"Yes, that will do very nicely. The client will arrange the costumes. All you have to do is to prepare the school room."
She finished her drink, kissed him good night, and sent him off to his quarters, carrying the cane with him.
The next morning, he hunted around, and sure enough, he found all the equipment he needed to transform yesterday's dungeon into a classroom. Madam came to see it and expressed herself well satisfied with his efforts, and told him that the client had confirmed the appointment for seven that evening.
"I have had Hilda ring the girls, and they will be here for tea with us a six. That should be plenty of time."
During the afternoon, Clifford took the opportunity to get in a little more practice in his bedroom, with a pillow on the bed, and the cane that Madam Denise had given him. He was looking forward to trying his skill on Marion and Maureen!
Sure enough, the two girls were there to take tea with them, and he found the knowledge that before the evening was out he would be stripping down their panties gave him quite a hard-on, and added to his interest in these two rather pretty girls.
As soon as they finished tea, the signal arrived that the client was arriving. Madam sent him up to the showroom, with the two girls, and they waited there in front of the drawn curtain where a bar was set up ready to receive the guest.
Clifford was pleasantly surprised when she arrived. He had not known what to expect, and Marcia turned out to be a very personable young lady in her early twenties, with long black hair and a pale oval face, and good figure. She was slightly taller than the girls, but still considerably shorter than he.
As soon as she had sipped a glass of sherry, she opened the case she had brought and handed Clifford a master's cap and gown. He took them and retired from the room. In five minutes he returned, in cap and gown, carrying the slender cane that Madam had given him.
The curtains were back, and the three awaited him, seated at their desks. They were all wearing identical uniforms, blue pleated skirts, navy blazers with gold trim, and navy and gold ties. Especially Marcia, with her hair drawn back into plaits. They looked very much like sixth graders.
It didn't take him long to find out how to start. As soon as he saw the blackboard, he was confronted with a childish outline drawing of a figure in cap and gown, with a huge nose and ears, and 'teacher' lettered under it!
He demanded to be told the culprit, and all three hung their heads, but wouldn't say a word. He called them out, and made them stand in front of him in a line.
"Hands out!" He gave them all a sharp cut on each hand, cleaned the board, and set several sums on it. "Now! I will not tolerate any freshness! I am going to get a book. You will all sit quietly, and do those sums until I come back!"
He left them for another five minutes, then returned to the classroom. All seemed in order, and he took his place at the tall desk, laid the cane on it and called them out to have their work checked in reverse alphabetical order.
First came Maureen, the waitress. He looked over her book and the sums were all neatly done, but with not a single correct answer. He took up the cane and stood up.
"This will not do, girl. You have not made any attempt. Touch your toes!"
Maureen turned her back and bent down. Flipping back the pleated skirt, he addressed the supple cane to the seat of her flimsy panties. Pulling the strokes, he laid on four that made her gasp, then sent her back to her seat. Next Marion came up to the desk. Her answers were identical with her friends! And the work was very untidy, with several blots!
"Not only have you copied, but you have made a disgusting mess of this page. You shall have six strokes!" He tapped the cane on her desk and said, "Bend over there! Clothes up! And if you move, I shall give you the remainder of the strokes with your panties down!"
She hung her head, and she gathered up her skirts, then laid over the desk. Again he pulled the strokes, but each one made her wriggle on the desk and gasp. At the fifth, she jumped up, her hands clutching at the seat of her panties.
He ordered, "I warned you, young lady! Now take your panties off and bend down again!"
She bit down hard on her lower lip, then eased the brief panties she was wearing just clear of the twin cheeks of her ass, to show the five twin marks where she had been caned. Bending over again, she pinched her thighs tightly together. Clifford noticed this and swung the cane as before, but didn't check it so much.
Marion gave a real cry, and her body jumped on the desk.
"Get up! And stand in that corner!" He pointed to the corner by the blackboard. "You can leave your panties where they are! Then the other girls will know how their asses will look if they get as naughty as you."
Then he returned to his desk and called Marcia out. To his surprise, her book was very neatly done, and all the answers were correct! Even as he was wondering about this and congratulating her on being the best girl in the class, Marion attracted his attention.
"Oh, please, sir. See what she did on the board when you were out! Then we'll see if she is the best girl."
She swung the blackboard around, and there was another drawing just like the first one, with the legend, "Teacher is a beast. He likes caning us."
He turned on Marcia, and she was acting beautifully. She hung her head and scuffled her feet.
"I... I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean it. I was dared by the others, sir."
Clifford put on his stern air. "I warned you girls about freshness. I shall deal with you most severely." He flexed the supple cane between his hands. "Bend over my desk!"
This was easily waist high, and as she bent onto it, he gave her a lift, so that she was perched across it, her toes clear of the floor.
"Now, you saucy wench, we'll see how fresh you are with your ass bared!"
He turned back the navy blue skirt and exposed a brief pair of navy blue panties. Grasping the elastic of her panties, he dragged them down, inside out, onto her thighs, then pushed them further onto her nylon clad legs, to bunch around her knees.
Standing beside her inert form, he laid the smooth length of the slender stick across the twin shapely mounds of creamy ass exposed to his mercy. Raising it, he whipped it down in a vertical stroke, puffing it just before it buried into the plump softness.
As he raised it again, a pink line sprang into sight on the center of both cheeks. A second stroke fell just above this, the third just below. The fourth was high, and the fifth right at the lowest part of the curves, just above their junction with her rounded thighs.
Marcia was squirming and gasping, crying out that she would be ever so good, and never, ever do it again.
He moved deliberately around to the other side of the desk, calmly informing her, "These three strokes will make sure that you remember that, my girl."
The cane curved and hissed in the air, and he hardly controlled it this time. Her legs gave a convulsive jerk, and her asscheeks clenched as she howled. He calmly waited, and after a few moments, the tension went out of her. He whipped the cane down again, and waited again.
When she was still again, she was panting and the two latest marks were an angry crimson. He laid the final stroke well and truly onto the soft underpart where she would feel it when she sat down. She gave a sharp scream, and her hands flew up to clutch frantically at her burning ass. He stood back and smiled, his prick thrusting out against his trousers like a tent pole.
He didn't care if she complained. He had given her just what he thought she needed. If she wanted to play at canings, well, now she knew what a real one felt like.
To his surprise, Marcia didn't say anything! She wriggled to the edge of the desk and climbed down a little stiffly, then went down on her knees, tearing open his zipper. A moment later, her hot, eager mouth was clamped over the head of his aroused cock, and she was sucking and licking frantically at it.
This was too much. Marion and Maureen were affected by it too. Maureen's hand went over to Marion's uncovered pussy, and she thrust it in between her legs. Even as she opened them to allow the hand in, Marion was tugging her friend's panties down, and her own hand was getting in Maureen's cunt.
Rubbing, pinching, probing, they set to work on each other's cunts, their eyes on the kneeling figure, the welted cheeks contracting and easing as she gobbled away frantically at the teacher's cock.
There was silence in the schoolroom apart from hoarsely drawn breaths and slight moist sounds from the fingers and lips so enthusiastically at work on a prick or a cunt for some minutes, then gasping sounds of delight as the cum was shot out.
A little later, they were all holding refilled glasses, Marcia tenderly rubbing her well marked ass with her other hand, Marion and Maureen on opposite sides of Clifford, one holding his now flabby cock, and the other gently rubbing the twin dangling balls that had so recently orgasmed into Marcia's greedy mouth!
Chapter Six...
After they had cooled off with a couple of drinks, and the girls had found it impossible to revive Clifford's limp prick, he removed the cap and gown, and left the girls to change. He made his way to Madam's rooms to report on the session.
As soon as he knocked, he was called in and started to try and explain what had happened. She smiled and silenced him, gesturing to the open book case. He looked and saw a television screen with the three girls on it in their briefs admiring each other's marks!
Madam picked up the inter-house telephone and instructed Hilda to attend to the client on her departure, then got up.
She was standing, feet apart, and holding up the front of her gown to her waist, her panties pushed down around her knees and her twat with its fine covering of down in plain view! She took the glass from his hand and waved her other hand to the carpet before her.
"Get down and lick me!"
As he hesitated, taken aback by the suddenness of this demand, she snapped, "Take your jacket off! And your shirt!"
Her big hand gripped the plush bound hilt of a fancy little dog whip, and she smiled broadly. Even as his eyes fastened on this, it moved. Her arm rose, and the thin lash swung back, then whipped down to curl over his back.
He gasped at the sharp searing contact, a thin line of liquid fire across his shoulders. Before he could move, her hand swept around, and the lash curled across his back once more. With a cry of pain, he fell on his knees, reaching out for her hips. Her female perfume was making his senses swim as his tongue lunged out to this sensuous cunt!
Here was a real sexual escapade, where he was not the one causing the scene at all. He was at effect, and he enjoyed it, especially from the luscious body of Madam. They continued with their licking, sucking, beating and screaming on into the night, both of them giving all they had to this game.
They seemed to be together for ages with that pressure mounting to an almost intolerable pitch in his balls, until finally the dam burst and his cock was again pumping frantically into the air, as he was being beaten savagely.
This over, she helped him get cleaned up. She washed him, dried him, then took him into her room where she creamed and powdered his welts.
She kissed him softly. "I shall wait for you to come back. You still have that cane, haven't you? Well, you shall pass on any beatings to me!"
Well! It looked like it was going to be an exhausting fucking day! Clifford smiled as he turned towards his mistress' door and walked out.
He wondered what fresh notion she would have dreamed up for him after this!
What a job! He guessed he could spend the rest of his life attending to all the cunts in this house with no sweat.
