Captured Heiress is a novel of passion and greed, the story of schemers who play a
dangerous game for big stakes. It is a tale of lust - lust for power, money, and sex, set against a panoramic background of our contemporary society in which values change so rapidly that many people find it difficult to cope with the ever-accelerating forces that surround us.
In this modern adventure, the author makes generous use of symbolism to ask the reader some rather-searching questions. He illustrates the use of sex in the grasp for power syndrome and indirectly asks what, after all, is morality? For example, if power itself is moral, can the use of sex to obtain it be considered immoral? Or, is the suppression of sex more moral than human sexuality itself? Was William Harmon's rigid upbringing of his daughter harmful to Debby? These are just some of the probing questions that the author poses here.
The characters are realistically drawn, to the degree that the author wished to portray them. Psychology casebooks are filled with case histories of girls raised under strict Puritan sexual ethics who turn to uninhibited sexual activity and even prostitution as soon as they mature. We see this rebellion syndrome in the character of Deborah Harmon here. Her half-brother, Matthew Harmon, is a classic case of a man suffering what analysts often refer to as the "power psychosis." Harold Sorenson represents the increasing number of opportunists in our contemporary society. William Harmon is the "old-line" traditionalist, perhaps the Victorian purist, who tries to impose his belief and will on others-even after death.
As these characters come together we see the friction resulting from counter-purposes, which the author uses as a device to illustrate the current war raging in our society about the various forms of morality. The parallel to recent events in our society is unmistakable. At the very height of the greatest power and money scandal in America's history, a government agency, the Supreme Court, handed down a decision designed to impose Victorian Puritanism on the sexual tastes of Americans. A number of critics commented on what they called the "American Paradox" in which sexual portrayal is considered immoral while the naked lust and greed for power is openly indulged in by a number of leaders in our nation.
In Captured Heiress, the author underlines this striking paradox concerning morality and openly ridicules the strange set of values Americans have seemingly adopted. Some critics will undoubtedly take exception to his stated premise, but many of us will see ourselves for what we are and perhaps take steps to "put everything together" as Deborah Harmon finally does in this novel.
The publisher sincerely hopes that in addition to providing entertaining reading, Captured Heiress also stimulates some serious thought. This is an openly erotic novel, aimed satirically at our often-confused and contradictory concept of morality. In effect, the author is asking us if it isn't time we sat down to establish some rational values in the swirling vortex of the storm of change lashing at our society.
There are winners and losers in this fast-moving adventure, and the author leaves it up to the reader to decide who wins and who loses. Which are the forces of right? And who wins a moral victory? The answers to these questions will provoke both interest and thought. And isn't that one purpose of literature?
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Matthew Harmon's penis stirred in his shorts as he watched Mona Williams begin taking her clothes off. He didn't particularly like her. In Matt's mind she was a shrewd, cunning, conniving little bitch with a price tag on her tail. And the price was high! This furnished apartment overlooking the St. Francis Yacht Club and the Golden Gate Bridge set him back four hundred a month. That was as much as she earned at the law office where she was a clerk!
He had to admit that she was a good-looking little girl with one hell of a figure. Short and petite, she had a perfectly formed body with a beautiful set of large, pointed breasts. Her full, firm hips tapered down to lovely, sculptured legs, and her best feature, her dark auburn hair, fell in soft silken waves to the middle of her back.
"Our first day in our beautiful new apartment," Mona sighed as she unhooked her bra and let her breasts bob freely on her slender chest. "Oh, Matt, I'm so excited!"
"So am I, darling," Matt replied, his eyes filled with the tantalizing vision of her beautiful tits. He could feel an itching sensation in his groin and was glad that he was becoming aroused. Matt's objective had nothing to do with this twenty-two-year-old girl's voluptuous body. What he wanted from her were some confidential papers that she could lay her hands on in the office where she worked.
It was an elaborate game, and the stakes were high for Matthew Harmon. And now he had to convince this girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, that he was in love with her, make her believe that she had a chance to dig her claws into the Harmon fortune. This would be difficult for Matthew Harmon because his first and last love had always been himself.
"God, you have some body!" Matthew exclaimed as she stepped out of her panties and stood stark naked before him.
"Do you like it, Matt?" she asked, turning slowly to give him a complete visual tour of her charms. Mona had always been proud of her body and knew that she compared favorably with the girls pictured in most men's magazines.
"You know it!" Matt said enthusiastically. This required no effort on his part. She did have one hell of a body! Matt particularly liked the full bush of auburn hair on her slightly protruding pubic area. He liked a full, luxurious growth of hair on a girl's pussy and Mona had one of the thickest that he had ever seen.
"Here, you lazy lover," Mona scolded laughingly as she came over to where he was seated on the edge of the bed, "let me undress you. I want to be naked in your arms and feel your body on mine!"
Matt quickly slipped out of his jacket and tie while Mona's busy fingers unbuttoned his shirt and opened his pants. He stood up so that she could pull his pants and shorts down.
"Oh, you have a lovely body, too!" Mona exclaimed, grasping his partially erect sex organ in her warm hand and caressing it gently. "Matt, darling, we're going to be so happy here."
Matt watched her drop to her knees in front of him and guide his cock to her soft, sensuous young lips with her warm hand. He saw her lips part to capture the swelling head of his penis between them and then he felt the warmth of her lovely young mouth envelop his organ. A small, distant, throbbing began in his testicles and Matt felt the blood begin gushing into his shaft. His eyes were glued to her face as he watched his cock slowly disappear into her warmly laving mouth.
Matt knew that the conniving little clerk thought that her part of the game was to sexually arouse and satisfy this wealthy older man who could give her everything that she had ever dreamed of. On every one of their casual dates over the past three months she had hinted at what great things she would do to him. She had teased him in every classical manner, always stopping short of actual contact. This, she had promised him, would be his as soon as they had a "place of their own." In other words, Mona wouldn't shack up until Matt provided the shack.
The urge to call her hand, use her voluptuous young body however he wanted, make her his absolute sexual slave, was strong. Slipping his cock between the cheeks of her pearl-white, firm young buttocks and ramming it deep up her ass would teach the little bitch a lesson that she wouldn't soon forget, Matt thought. But that would have to wait until she had obtained the copy of his father's will that he so desperately wanted to see. Once he had that, Mona's usefulness would be at an end and Matt would use her luscious young body like it had never been used before!
Mona put every bit of her experience into sucking Matt's prick. She was no stranger to sex. Her uncle had laid her when she was barely thirteen and she had been with dozens of men since that first experience. For Mona Williams, sex was a means of getting what she wanted. And she knew that the prick that she had in her mouth was the most important male organ that she had ever subjected to her talented charms. Matthew Harmon, son of William Harmon, one of the wealthiest men in the United States, was the answer to every girl's dream. He was single at the age of forty-seven (Mona had checked him out carefully) with a well-established reputation as a playboy. As general manager of Harmon Industries, he drew down a salary of over one hundred thousand dollars a year, and that was enough to keep Mona warm and happy.
Mona began scraping her teeth lightly along his surging, blood-engorged shaft as she glided his hard penis in and out of her wetly caressing mouth. Swabbing her tongue in circular motions around the swollen bulb at the tip of his cock, Mona heard the older man moan with pleasure.
Matt enjoyed watching his prick disappear into the young girl's experienced mouth. The way she used her teeth and tongue on his lust-inflated cock ignited a slow burning fire in his groin! It also told him that she wasn't new to sucking cock. He hadn't expected her to be a virgin. Matt knew that the attractive young redhead had used her body a number of times, and he wouldn't be surprised if she was giving sixty-year-old John Martin, her employer, a blowjob every day. My turn will come, Matt said to himself with a secret smile, and will she be surprised to find that she has been used by a master!
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Mona, darling, that's so good!"
"Ummmm!" she moaned, taking his turgid cock from her mouth and planting a dozen exciting little pecks along the shaft. "Your prick is so delicious! I could do this all day. Darling, why not let me make you cum like this? I want to drink your thick, milky juice and feel it trickling down my throat."
Mona had learned that men, particularly older men, liked to hear a girl talk like this, and she used it effectively.
"I'd like that, sweetheart," Matt sighed, meaning it sincerely. He would love to dump his load in her mouth, but that would give her an upper hand in their relationship. "Later, perhaps. Right now I want to make love to you. I want to kiss every inch of your body and then feel my cock deep inside your cunt. Do you like to have your pussy eaten?" he asked, pulling her to her feet and pressing his body against her.
"I've only had that once," she lied, remembering that most men didn't like to think that a girl was too experienced, "but it excites me. If you like it, I'd love it. Whatever you want to do, darling, I'll love it. I don't think that anything two people in love do is wrong, do you?"
Matt knew that she meant it, that she would do anything that he wanted, including bending over and taking it up her sweet young ass. The thought of that made his balls twitch, but he reminded himself that he was playing a delicate game and couldn't afford to take chances.
He held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Her tongue flew into his mouth and darted about like a hungry hummingbird. Christ, she's a hot little piece, he said to himself! He kicked his feet free of his pants while he held her in a torrid embrace, then gently lowered her feather-light body to the bed. He leaned over her, kissing her face and neck, using all of the technique that he had developed in forty-seven years. Bringing his face down her body, he opened his mouth and captured one of her budding nipples between his hungry lips. Big tits had always excited Matt, and Mona certainly had a pair! The smooth resilient flesh of her breasts was firm with the golden kiss of youth. Her nipples were large and pointed like not-quite-ripe strawberries. Matt sucked first on one and then on the other.
"Oh, darling," she moaned, "I like that. You're such a beautiful lover! Oh, yes, Matt darling, put your face in Mona's hot cunt," she said excitedly as he trailed his tongue across her flat belly on his way to her verdant pubic mound.
Matt ran his tongue deliberately slowly along her inner thighs, then very gently, planted wet kisses on her creamy-white skin, brought his face to the thick fleece of cuntal hair. The heavy growth of her pubic hair excited him. He rubbed his nose in the hair growth, inhaling deeply of her exciting aroma. Matt smiled to himself when he discovered that she had used perfume on her vagina. It was prepared and calculated, he realized, yet it was very stimulating to the senses.
Parting the dense forest of hair, Matt gazed down into her pink vulva. The lips of her pussy were thick and her clit was a small button nestled between them just above the opening to her sensual young vagina. He inhaled deeply, then hungrily slipped his long wet tongue between her fleshy cuntal lips to dip into her dark red hole. Matt forced his tongue as far up her vaginal tunnel as he could, then let his fleshy protrusion slide out to begin coursing around the delicious pink meat of her young cunt. He teased her by running the tip of his tongue all over her sex without making contact with her small clitoris. He heard her breath catch in her throat and felt her voluptuous young body quiver. When he knew that she was ready to climb a wall with anticipation, he brought the tip of his wet probing tongue into direct contact with her sensitive bud and began flicking it back and forth.
"Oh! Oh, Matt darling!" Mona cried when she felt his tongue caressing her sensitive bud. She loved to have a man's face buried in her young pussy. She always imagined that it was their way of paying homage to her beautiful body, and it was the one way that she could be stimulated. It was comforting to discover that she would physically enjoy this relationship in bed with the plum that she had picked for a sugar daddy. "Oooooooohhhh! I love that!"
Matt was becoming rapidly more excited as he wallowed his face in her thick pussy fur and lapped the honey of her sensual young cunt. He prided himself on being a realist, and he was under no illusions about his ability to sexually keep pace with a twenty-two-year-old passionate girl. It pleased him to see that he could stimulate her with his mouth and made him feel adequate for their relationship.
Her thick, curly growth of pubic hair rubbing against his nose and cheeks made his balls tingle with excitement. Even more exciting was the way that her tender young body was writhing on the bed. Her hips were shaking and squirming beneath his mouth and the muscles in her firm legs were spasming as her passion increased with each flick of his tongue against her now-erect and quivering clitoris.
Her lubricating fluids were flowing freely now and Matt's face was covered with a coat of viscous moisture as he continued burrowing into her womanly sex. Exciting drops flowed into his mouth, inundating his taste buds with the heady flavor of a twenty-two-year-old cunt. They seemed to spark a new life and vitality in him, causing his heart to quicken its beat and his balls to throb with desire.
"Oh, darling, my beautiful lover! Ooooooohhhh! Matt! Oh, please, Matt! If you're not careful, I'll cum in your face!"
The idea appealed to Matt, having her reach orgasm beneath his tongue and cover his face with her hot juices, but the throbbing, surging demand in his cock wouldn't wait.
"I love the taste of your cunt," he said as he reluctantly removed his face from her steaming crotch and pulled himself into a kneeling position between her firm young thighs.
"And I love your mouth on my cunt," Mona said in a throaty voice, always conscious of the effect of language. She reached up and grasped his passion-maddened penis in her hand and pulled it toward her tender pussy. "Someday, we'll eat each other off until we can't stand it. But right now I want to feel this cock inside me. You're such a beautiful lover! Fuck me, darling."
If he hadn't been so aroused, Matt have laughed. She was trying so hard! But as he stared down at her tender, youthful, sensual body on the bed, Matt didn't care how sincere or insincere she was. She was a gorgeous youth begging to be fucked! He leaned forward and let her guide his surging organ to her cuntal aperture. Tiny electric shocks raced through his system as she rubbed the swollen head of his prick around the outer ring of her fur-lined vagina.
When he could stand it no longer, he jerked his hips and forced the inflated head of his penis in her flowered pussy. Then with a hard thrust, he lunged his cock to the nether depths of her cock-starved cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped as the tender walls of her vagina expanded to accommodate his penetration of her body. Although she was sexually experienced, Mona's vagina was small and tight. She always felt pain when a man first penetrated her, and it required all she had to conceal this ache from the man. Thank heavens he isn't too well hung, Mona said to herself as she fought back the pain and arched her hips to throw her legs tightly around his waist.
Matt was surprised to find her so tight. He felt the foreskin on his penis stretched back to the limit and his breath caught in his throat when her vaginal muscles seemed to contract around and squeeze his throbbing prick.
When he felt her small heels digging into the cheeks of his ass, Matt began fucking the young girl with quick hard thrusts. His hips moved like pistons, sending his excited organ to the depths of her womb.
"Oh! Oh, darling, don't we fit perfectly?" she exclaimed as she began grinding her hips to counter his strokes and maximize the contact of his penis in her vagina. "We'll be so happy together! Oh, yes, shove it up me! That's so good!"
Matt let everything fade from his mind, except that fact that he was enjoying every middle-age man's dream-fucking a tender young girl. He dug his toes into the mattress and bucked into her lovely youthful body for all he was worth. Each stroke made his heart beat faster. She was using her vaginal muscles to grip and milk his rigid prick and her heels were digging into his buttocks with an urgent command.
He was rapidly approaching climax, but he wanted to be sure that she came with him. Bringing his pelvis into contact with her clitoris, he ground hard until she was moaning with pleasure.
"Aaaaaahh! Hurry up, darling!" she groaned. "I can't hold out much longer! Hurry, please hurry!"
Matt's eyes were filled with the vision of her beautiful young face moving from side to side with her silky auburn hair flaring out to frame and emphasize her youth and tender beauty. He lowered his body until her ripe, luscious tits were pressed hard against his hairy chest. His hips became pile drivers, ramming his bludgeoning prick into the moist warmth of her tender ripe body. He could hear the loud slurping noise of his cock sliding in and out of her wet flesh vise and his balls ached with incredible desire as they slapped against her firm ass.
Mona for one of the few times in her life wasn't pretending. She was hot! He had accomplished that with his exciting tongue and she was ready to let her body explode in a shattering orgasm. She was working her vaginal muscles for all she was worth to make him cum, gripping and squeezing his lust-distended organ inside her young cunt. Then she suddenly felt his prick expand inside her and she knew that the moment was upon them. The first jet of searing hot viscous nectar splashed against her cervix and ignited a series of explosions in her body.
"Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she cried at the top of her lungs, digging her heels into his buttocks and raking her fingernails across his back when the series of quakes shot through her young body.
Matt's hips went on pumping even after the last drop had been drained from his balls. A full minute went by before he could control his body.
"Was it good, darling?" Mona asked in a soft, sensual voice.
"Good? Mona, sweetheart, it was great! How about you?"
"Marvelous," she sighed. "We're perfect for each other. It was worth waiting for, wasn't it?"
Matt wondered if she had any idea how obvious she was continually stressing how perfect they were together. He doubted it. But it didn't really matter. She was a good hot lay, which was, after all, an added benefit to the relationship that he had carefully built between them.
He reached for a cigarette and smiled when she took his penis in her hand and began fondling it. This is the moment to put things in motion, he said to himself, and decided to begin by throwing her a small piece of bait.
"You're so gorgeous," he said, inhaling deeply on his cigarette as he stretched out beside her on the bed while she idly caressed his limp penis. "A girl like you makes a man wonder why he ever stayed single so long. You're right, we're perfect for each other."
"Ummm, darling," she murmured, brushing a light kiss on his cheek.
"You know something, darling?"
"What?" she asked.
"I've never been able to plan seriously for the future. I guess I've been what they call a drifter. If I knew what was in my father's will, I think I'd be at the point in life of thinking seriously about settling down."
"You're his son, aren't you?" Mona asked.
"Sure, but there's my half-sister, Deborah," Matt replied casually. "I'd just like to know how things are set up between us. Then I could make plans without worrying. Dad isn't well, you know. He had a second mild stroke the other day and he's in the hospital again. The doctors say it isn't serious, but you can never tell at that age."
"Why don't you ask him?" Mona suggested, her hand holding onto his deflated prick tightly.
"You don't know my father!" Matt laughed. "Say, John Martin is the family attorney! Why didn't I think of that earlier? You could get me a copy of the will. Lawyers always keep a copy in their files."
"It's probably in the file room," Mona said slowly.
"And you're in charge of that, aren't you?"
"Yes, but gee, Matt, I might lose my job..."
"Hell, it's not as if you were showing it to a stranger. I'm family. And all you have to do is sneak it out when you leave work. I'll make a photo copy and you'll have it back in the file the next morning. No one would ever know. Of course, if you don't want to... It's just that I had an urge to think about the future."
"Darling," Mona said, making a quick decision and kissing him on the cheek, "Of course I'll get it for you! By now, you should know that I'd do anything that you wanted me to."
"That's great, sweetheart," Matt said fondly. "You'd better carry a large purse to work tomorrow. I imagine it's a pretty thick file filled with complicated trusts, addenda and codicils. Hey! Look at the time! It's after nine and I'm supposed to meet Hal Jebsen at the airport in forty minutes."
"Can I go?" Mona asked as he jumped off the bed and hurriedly began dressing.
"I don't think it would be good, darling. I don't know Jensen very well and I don't know how he'd react to seeing me with a gorgeous young girl on my arm. Maybe in the future we can go everywhere together."
Mona accepted the situation with a pout. She helped him straighten his tie and then held his coat while he slipped into it. At the door, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately Matt asked if she would get the will the next day and she nodded. He kissed her again and left quickly.
He whistled happily as he drove down the Bayshore Freeway to the airport. Everything was going exactly as he had planned it!
Matthew Harmon's future didn't depend on the twenty-two-year-old Mona Williams. Over the years he had managed to skim several hundred thousand dollars off Harmon Industries through adroit juggling of the books. Now he was in a position of covering himself and coming out with a little over a million dollars in cash if he could bring off a merger between Jensen Mills and Harmon Industries. The secret was in who controlled Harmon Industries in the event of his father's death.
Matt knew that he wasn't his father's favorite. That honor went to his half-sister, the sweet, pristine pure, angelic, twenty-eight-year-old virgin, Deborah. Matt's mother had been an actress, an early flame in his father's life. When William Harmon found his wife in bed with her leading man, he divorced her and took custody of their only child. After the divorce, Matthew was treated as something to be tolerated. Then, almost ten years later, his father had remarried and Deborah was born. From the very moment of her birth, Debby had been the light of her father's eye. And when her mother died in a tragic automobile accident on Skyline Boulevard, father and daughter came even closer together.
Although Debby was nineteen years younger than Matt, he grew up resenting and hating her. She was so sweet and innocent that she made him sick!
The Harmon fortune was conservatively estimated to be in excess of one hundred million dollars. A supreme realist, Matt believed that Debby would come in for the bulk of the estate. He had to know. He had worked himself into a position of control, subject to his father's constant supervision, and Matt could rip off a comfortable cushion for himself if he had to.
In Matthew Harmon's mind, it was a matter of dollars and cents. He had thought about this for a long time, but he hadn't moved until his father had his first stroke three months earlier. This second attack the day before made it all the more urgent that Matthew plan and make his moves.
He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the airport turnoff. "Well," he said aloud, "one thing at a time. I'll romance Jensen on the possible merger. And tomorrow night I may see that damned will."
CHAPTER TWO
"Hi, honey!" William Harmon greeted from his hospital bed as his daughter entered the private suite. His greeting was filled with the warmth and affection that existed in their relationship, and his eyes would light up every time that he saw Debby.
"How are you feeling, Dad?" the twenty-eight-year-old girl asked as she took his hand and squeezed it affectionately. "You look good."
"Much better. I think they're keeping me here for the five hundred dollars a day that they charge for this suite," he chuckled. "Dr Harrington said this morning that I'll be able to go home as soon as they get my blood pressure down."
"Wonderful!"
"Pull up a chair and tell me what's going on at the house."
William Harmon watched his daughter slip out of her Persian wool coat and hang it in the closet. She wasn't only a product of his loins, but also of his mind. He had molded her carefully in his image of the perfect woman.
Deborah wore no makeup, other than a light coat of pale pink lipstick on her full, sensuous lips. She possessed great natural beauty, but William made her take pains to conceal her assets. After his disastrous first marriage to an actress, William Harmon adopted a strict Puritan morality. He couldn't stand what he called "painted women," and he demanded strict obedience to rigid codes of behavior.
The one thing that pained William Harmon was that Debby hadn't married. A number of young men had been able to see her great natural beauty beneath her plain facade, but Debby would never encourage a man beyond an occasional role of escort at a social party or theatre opening.
"There's not very much to tell you," she said as she sat down beside the bed and faced her father. 'The house is running well, but we all miss you. Matt went to the airport to meet Mr. Jensen last night."
"Jensen?"
"Jensen Mills," Debby said. "As I gather it, they're exploring the possibility of a merger."
"I don't think I'll ever understand that son of mine," William Harmon said with a deep sigh. "He's had merger on the brain these past few months. Harmon Industries doesn't need to merge with anybody!"
"Now, Dad, don't get excited. You know what that does to your blood pressure."
"I'm not excited, honey, just mystified by that son of mine."
"I'm no judge, Dad," Debby offered, "but it seems to me that Matt has done a good job as general manager."
"I suppose he has," Williams admitted grudgingly. "Right now, Harmon Industries is at the strongest position in its history. And that in itself is a good argument against merging with anybody."
"Did Dr. Harrington give you any idea when you will be able to come home?" Debby asked, changing the subject.
"Not specific, honey, but soon I would say. They're taking good care of me here, so I'm in no hurry. I just have to face up to the fact that at my age I have to take it easy and build up my strength. Aren't you supposed to leave Friday for Argentina?"
"Yes, but I've been wondering if it might not be best for me to call Betty and tell her that I'll have to put my visit off for a few months."
"Because of me?"
"Well," Debby said with a smile, "you are the only father I have. And I think I should be here with you while you're recovering."
"I won't hear of it, honey," William Harmon said firmly, his chest swelling with pride over the wonderful daughter he had. "I'm not in any danger and there are plenty of people to take care of me. You haven't seen Betty for five years and you've been planning this trip for months. I insist you go, honey. You'll love Argentina. It's a beautiful country."
"But..."
"No buts about it, Debby. I want you to go. When are you supposed to leave?"
"My reservations are for the day after tomorrow, but I could delay the trip for a week or two."
"I won't hear of it! Do you have your passport and everything?"
"Mary Ann at the office handled everything for me. She's a gem."
"It took me ten years to turn her into a good secretary," William Harmon chuckled. "I only hope that your brother appreciates her."
There was a knock at the door and a nurse entered the room.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a visitor, Mr. Harmon," the nurse said.
"That's all right," Debby said, standing and walking to the closet to retrieve her coat, "I have to run along now, anyway. I'll come back tonight, Dad. I told Mr. Johnson at the bank that I'd come in today for the traveler's checks and a letter of credit."
"Don't bother coming tonight, honey. Get packed and take care of all those little things you have to do before you leave. That's why I don't travel anymore. Too many details to arrange. Give me a ring tonight and if you have time tomorrow, drop by for a few minutes."
"Okay, and you get well," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
Debby still had misgivings about her trip to Argentina to visit Betty Santana, a girl that she hadn't seen since they had roomed together at Mills College. Betty had married a wealthy Argentina businessman and had been urging Debby to come visit for over a year.
The wind was nippy and brisk when she stepped out of the St. Francis Hospital, but the sun was shining bright and Debby felt like walking. She dismissed the family chauffeur and began walking toward Union Square. She grimaced when she passed a small poster that announced that the movie Deep Throat was playing at one of the adult theaters. Why do people wallow in filth and dirt like that? She asked herself.
She saw two men standing near the poster and noticed that one of them leered at her while she waited for the light to change so she could cross the street. Debby's face flushed and she was terribly aware of her body. No matter how she dressed, Debby had never been able to conceal her well-rounded, voluptuous body, and her skin crawled every time men undressed her boldly with their hungry eyes. In Debby's mind, it was smut like Playboy and Deep Throat that goaded men on. She felt terribly uncomfortable in a society in which there was so much emphasis on eroticism.
Debby had on several occasions considered joining a religious order, but her father was adamantly against such a move. And Debby had to admit to herself that she really didn't believe in the doctrine of any religion. She had spent six years in college, earning her Master's degree in Philosophy, and in her heart she was an agnostic.
She went to the bank and purchased five thousand dollars in traveler's checks. The manager gave her a notarized letter to establish her credit at the Bank of America branch office in Buenos Aires in case that she needed additional funds on her trip.
The rest of the afternoon was devoted to last-minute shopping and Debby arrived at the Harmon mansion on Pacific Street at a little past six.
* * * * *
At the very moment that Debby arrived home, Matthew Harmon was finishing his sixth cup of coffee in Mona's apartment as he read his father's complicated will for the third time. It was all he could do to control his rage. Debby was to get everything! Matthew was left with a trust of twenty-five thousand dollars a year for fifteen years, but his half-sister inherited the business, the real estate, everything!
Matt admitted to himself that he had expected something like this, but the inequity of it made him boil with anger. And while he wasn't a lawyer, the will seemed absolutely airtight to him. He nervously flipped back to the second page and read the strange "morals clause" again. It was so like the old prude!
"If either of my children," the clause read, "are discovered to engage in immoral behavior, publicly or privately, he or she shall receive the sum of one thousand dollars as his or her total inheritance under the terms of this will. In this event, all benefits under this testament shall be vested in the other sibling. In the event that it can be demonstrated that both children are guilty of immoral behavior, my entire estate is to be turned in the form of a trust to Stanford University for the purpose of a memorial fund to offer scholarships to outstanding students. The judgment of immoral conduct is left to the directors of the United Fellowship Church in San Francisco, California."
"What is it, darling?" Mona asked, offering to refill his cup again. "You look so depressed."
"My beloved father is leaving everything to my half-sister," he replied bitterly.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Mona asked, hoping that the anxiety churning in her stomach didn't show. After she had come this far, the thought that her sugar daddy might run out of sugar scared the young girl.
"It looks airtight to me. Unless, of course, I could prove Debby was guilty of immoral conduct. That's a laugh! She hasn't even had an immoral thought in her life!"
"She's twenty-eight?" Mona asked, putting the coffee pot on the table and sitting on the arm of his chair. "Darling, she can't be a virgin! Twenty-eight-year-old virgins don't exist today!"
"Well, my half-sister is one, believe it or not," Matt said. "She's so damned pure, she makes the Virgin Mary look like a whore."
"But she's a woman," Mona insisted. "If she's so pure, why not hire somebody to ball her? I don't care what she looks like, there are plenty of horny men around who will ball anything in a skirt. You could hire a detective or something to take pictures."
"What?"
Mona repeated her suggestion adding, "Don't be so naive, Matt! Nobody is going to give you anything in this world. You have to use your wits to get by."
Matt stared up into Mona's pretty young face for a long moment. Gradually, his depression lifted and excitement began coursing through his veins.
"You're right!" he exclaimed, hitting his fist against his palm as he stood up, almost knocking Mona off the arm of the chair. "Baby, you've given me an idea!"
He walked over to the phone and dialed a number quickly. After two calls he located Harold Sorenson and made a date to meet him at the St. Francis Yacht Club in twenty minutes. Matt asked Mona to go out and make photo copies of the will and promised that he would call her later in the evening. Then he drove the few blocks to the club and took a table in the quiet bar. Harold Sorenson arrived a few minutes later and the two men talked quietly over vodka gimlets.
"That's about the wildest idea I've ever had thrown at me," the independent industrial security agent remarked when Matthew finished outlining his plan.
"But it will work," Matthew insisted.
"It could," Sorenson admitted. "But Christ, Mr. Harmon, I don't know a thing about Argentina."
"You speak Spanish," Matt commented. "That's why I called you. And I happen to know you're in a financial bind right now. I'm offering a quarter of a million and all expenses. You receive a generous advance on expenses and the quarter of a million comes in the ransom the company will pay. I might add, that's tax-free money."
"The carrot you're dangling in front of me is attractive, Mr. Harmon," Harold Sorenson said with a smile. "And it's no secret that I could use the bread. Let's see if I have this straight. I'm to organize a group, kidnap a girl somewhere in Argentina, demand a million-dollar ransom, and turn her into a sex machine while I hold her captive."
"And photograph her as an enthusiastic, willing sex machine."
"And photograph her, right. May I ask who the lucky girl is?"
"After you accept the assignment," Matthew replied. "What will you need for expenses?'
"That's a good question," Sorenson replied quietly, taking out a note pad and pencil. "I'll use local men here, so that means air fares and living expenses there. Let's say fifteen hundred a man, times four men is six grand. I'd better use a photographer from here, too. Probably twenty-five hundred for him. How tough is this sex thing going to be to crack?"
"Tough."
"Okay, I've got a friend who specializes in sexual psychology. I'll need two grand up front for him. We'll need cars and a safe house in Argentina. Say ten grand operating money. Let's see that comes to twenty thousand five hundred."
"Make it twenty-five thousand," Matthew said. "There is more if you need it. Tightest security. You're the only one to know what's going on."
"Right," Sorenson agreed. "Is the girl prominent enough to make headlines?"
"Yes," Matthew responded.
"Then the Argentina police will be hot after us," Sorenson sighed.
"That's why the job pays a quarter of a million," Matthew said with a smile. "I assume you will take all precautions and organize the perfect action. Frankly, I think you are involving too many men, but I suppose you know your business."
"I was thinking the same thing," Sorenson said. "The fewer I involve, the better the security. When does this action take place?"
"The girl leaves for Argentina day after tomorrow. She's scheduled to stay two weeks, but she's had a habit of changing her plans. The faster you act, the better. But remember, it must look like Argentina guerrillas kidnapped her."
"With all the kidnapping going on down there lately, I doubt that anybody would question it. Damn, this is terribly short notice I'll have to leave tomorrow. All I can say is that I hope they don't hang me for this."
"Well?" Matthew Harmon asked, raising his glass for a toast.
"You've got your man, Mr. Harmon," Harold Sorenson replied, raising his own glass and clinking it against that of the wealthy industrialist.
CHAPTER THREE
Every muscle in Debby's body ached when she got off the plane at the International Airport in Buenos Aires. It seemed to her that she had been flying for an eternity. Early that morning she had left San Francisco on PSA to Los Angeles where she boarded the Argentine Airlines flight to Argentina's capital. In all, she had been almost fifteen hours in the air, counting the stops in Bogota and Lima. Debby had never been able to sleep on a plane and she was exhausted as she cleared immigration and customs.
She was glad that she had declined Betty's offer to meet her. Betty and her husband lived in C�rdoba, an industrial city an hour's flight northwest of Buenos Aires and Debby had insisted on the phone that she would fly up to C�rdoba the following morning. At this moment, Deborah Harmon didn't want to even look at another airplane!
A porter placed her baggage on a two-wheel cart and Debby followed him to the taxi area at the entrance to the building.
"Pardon me, miss, but did you arrive on the flight from Los Angeles?"
Debby looked up at the tall, slender, ruggedly handsome man who addressed her. He had a puzzled look on his face that made her smile.
"Why, yes," she said.
"Good," Harold Sorenson said, sighing with relief for her benefit. He glanced over to see if George Munroe was in position and snapping pictures. "I'm supposed to meet someone," he explained to Debby with a bright smile, "and I couldn't find out if the plane had landed."
"We got in about twenty minutes ago," Debby said. "A lot of the people are still in customs. They put me through first, so you'll probably find your person in the customs room."
"Thank you," Harold beamed, catching George's nod that he had the photos and there was no need to stall the girl any longer.
Debby gave the incident no further thought and followed the porter to the taxi area. She supervised the loading of her luggage into the trunk of the taxi, tipped the porter generously, and handed the driver a slip of paper with her hotel reservations.
She slipped out of her coat as she became aware of the heat. Betty had warned her that the seasons were reversed and that this was summer in Argentina, and Debby was glad that she had packed light-weight clothes. The forty-five-minute drive into Buenos Aires from the airport was dull, but the moment they entered the city Debby found herself caught up in the warmth and charm of the Argentine capital. It reminded her of Paris, and perhaps a little of Rome. The architecture was graceful and the buildings created a quaint, old-world charm. The people on the street were very cosmopolitan, well dressed, clean and attractive. Debby felt the excitement of visiting a foreign country come over her.
The desk clerk at the Sheraton reacted the moment that Debby mentioned her name. Instructions had been left that Miss Harmon was to receive VIP treatment and she was immediately taken to the most luxurious suite in the hotel. The assistant manager who had personally conducted Debby to her suite asked for her passport and told her that he would take care of her registration for her. He asked if there was anything that she wanted and Debby requested a room-service menu. She had decided that she was too exhausted to go down to the dining room for dinner and wanted something sent up to her room.
After a light dinner and a hot bath, Debby propped herself up on the bed and tried to read. She soon found that she couldn't concentrate. The signs were clear. One of her headaches was coming on. She held her hand out before her and sighed when she saw that it was trembling. Debby recognized that it was her nerves again and she went to her cosmetic case and took a capsule from each of two bottles. One was for the pain, and the other was to knock her out for a good-night's sleep.
For almost ten years, Deborah Harmon had suffered with a severe nervous condition. She had consulted a half dozen specialists, all of whom concluded that it was an emotional rather than physical problem. Anxious to keep a wealthy client, one doctor had prescribed a strong pain killer with a morphine base and Nembutal for sleep.
Debbie turned off the light beside the bed and placed her head on the pillow to wait for the drug to take effect.
In a single room two floors below Deborah Harmon's suite the phone rang. "Mr. Sorenson? Long distance calling."
The line crackled, and then Matthew Harmon's voice came through, "Sorenson?"
"Are you all set?" Matthew demanded.
"Almost. The shipment arrived today," he added, using a readily understandable code. "I'm sure we'll be able to unpack everything by early next week."
"That's not good enough," Matthew Harmon said urgently. "Something has come up and it is imperative that we conclude this matter at once. If the shipment reaches the factory, they might turn it around and ship it right back, probably by the next available means."
"But we'll need time to inspect the shipment," Harold replied quickly. "We want to handle this properly."
"I understand," Matthew said, "but time is something you simply don't have. If you don't act before the factory has time to go over the merchandise, you will lose your opportunity. When is it due to reach the factory?"
"It leaves on the ten-o'clock flight in the morning, arriving at the factory about eleven."
"I understand people from the factory will meet the shipment at the airport," Matthew said, choosing his words carefully. "And because of certain events that should be avoided at all costs. Do you understand?"
"Yes, but..."
"The sum we discussed has been doubled," Matthew interrupted.
"We'll do our best, sir," Harold replied, the thought of a half a million dollars tax-free overriding his caution.
"I'm sure that will be enough," Matthew said. "Perhaps you will want to call me tomorrow night."
"I'll try," Harold returned, replacing the receiver on the cradle. Wearily, he pulled himself out of bed and began dressing. Whatever had happened called for a complete change in Harold's plans. They would have to snatch the girl before she boarded the flight to C�rdoba, and that meant that he would spend that night studying every approach. He popped a sleep-inducing tablet in his mouth and called the other members of his team.
* * * * *
Debby awoke the following morning at seven and was pleased to find her headache was gone. She showered, dressed, and went down to the dining room for breakfast. The waiter placed a copy of the Herald, the English-language newspaper of Buenos Aires, on the table when he brought her bacon and eggs. Debby had left her glasses in the suite, so she pushed the paper aside, thus missing reading the news item on the front page about her father taking a sudden turn for the worse and dying at the hospital in San Francisco at six p.m. the day before.
She glanced at her watch as she paid the check and realized that it was already eight-thirty. Remembering the forty-five-minute drive from the airport to town, Debby decided that she would leave immediately in order to be on time for her ten-o'clock flight to C�rdoba. She advised the desk that she was checking out, and she was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice the tall man standing at the cashier's cage.
Two bellboys loaded her luggage into the trunk of the antique Mercedes Benz taxi and Debby tipped them as she climbed into the back seat.
"The airport - aeropuerto," she said to the driver.
"Si Se�orita," the driver replied in what seemed to be a strangely accented Spanish to Debby's ear.
Debby relaxed. The assistant manager had assured her that all flights within Argentina originated at an airport located in the center of town and she had plenty of time to make her flight. The airport that she had arrived at the night before was used only for international flights.
In a few moments Debby became uneasy. It was becoming apparent by the minute that the driver wasn't thoroughly familiar with the streets. And he seemed to be driving much too fast! She was about to say something to him and was reaching for her Spanish phrase book when he made a hard right turn that threw her across the back seat.
"Now see here!" she began as she pulled herself erect. She saw that the taxi had stopped in what appeared to be a deserted alley.
Everything happened so fast that Debby never had a chance to scold the driver. Three men climbed into the car, one beside the driver and one on either side of Debby in the back seat. She opened her mouth to scream, but one of the men placed his hand firmly over her mouth. With terrified eyes, Debby watched the man in the front seat quickly prepare a hypodermic syringe. She struggled in vain as the man beside her yanked her arm forward. Debby saw the needle dart into her arm. She heard one of the men say, "That will hold her for an hour," and she slipped off into unconsciousness
"She's out," the ugly, heavy-set man on her right announced.
"Okay," Harold said, taking Debby's pulse. "Get her out of sight on the floor. She won't be missed for a few hours, but then they'll be combing the city for her. And when that happens we want to be as far away as possible!"
"We got a safe house?" the small man known as Pete asked.
"I arranged that yesterday," Harold said. "It's a place called La Cumbre, a German settlement in the mountains outside of C�rdoba. I had planned to fly to C�rdoba and use that as our base. Now we'll have to drive up there."
"How far is it?" the driver, Hank White, asked.
"Looks like about six hours," Harold replied, studying the map that he bought the day before.
"Shit!" Hank said. "A lot can happen in six hours!"
"Cool it," Harold said firmly. "We made it beautifully. All we have to do is change cars and get out of Buenos Aires. I've covered our tracks and the rest will be easy. Turn down here, Hank. The car I rented is parked behind that gray building over there. This will be the easiest ten grand any of you ever earned."
CHAPTER FOUR
The stars were just appearing in the indigo night as Harold Sorenson walked down the steep path to the German chalet-style house outside of the quaint mountain village of La Cumbre. The cool mountain air was refreshing after the stifling heat of Buenos Aires and the long drive through the lowlands. Harold was completely satisfied with the safe house that they rented. It was situated in a small valley, well concealed from curious eyes. The popular mountain retreat area of La Cumbre was at least three miles away and the house was isolated.
La Cumbre was sparsely populated, busy only as a weekend retreat for wealthy Argentines. In a brief history of the area, Harold had learned that La Cumbre grew out of the celebrated capture of the German battleship Graf Spree during the war. When world opinion forced the Argentine government to hold the crew of the Graf Spree prisoners, the men were placed in a specially constructed barracks in the La Cumbre area. When the war ended and the German prisoners were released, a majority of the men elected to remain in La Cumbre. They married Argentine women and founded the small, picturesque settlement.
Later, wealthy Argentines began building palatial mountain retreats and La Cumbre became a luxurious resort area. Harold had chosen the area because it was off the beaten path, relatively isolated, and the last place that kidnappers would be expected to hide their victim. His tour of the area on foot convinced him that he had made a wise choice.
As he entered the chalet, Harold thought about calling Matthew Harmon. He certainly wouldn't use the phone in the house, or even the one public phone in La Cumbre. That meant a trip into C�rdoba, at least an hour by car, and Harold decided that the call could wait until the next day.
"How does it look?" Hank asked as Harold came to the door of the den.
"Couldn't be better," Harold replied with a grin. "If we're careful, we can hole up here for a year without anybody suspecting a thing. Why don't you all put in some sack time? Tomorrow will be a busy day. We'll have to buy provisions and establish our front with the people in the village. I'll look in on our guest."
"Want some photos?" George Munroe asked.
"Not tonight. We'll work that out later. Get some rest, George," Harold said. He turned, walked down the hall, then climbed the walnut staircase to the master suite. He unlocked the door to the suite with one of the keys on the ring that he had been given when he rented the house from the broker in Buenos Aires. The room was dark and Harold felt the wall by the door to locate the light switch.
The room was suddenly bathed in a soft glow. Harold felt his pulse quicken as he looked at Debby's voluptuous naked body tied spread-eagle on the bed. This wasn't the first time that he had seen her luscious nude body. Shortly after they had arrived, Harold stripped the clothes from her unconscious body and placed her on the bed, using lengths of nylon rope to bind her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. But the sight of her sensuous charms, her pearl-white skin, her full, firm, heavy, proud breasts pointing straight up and crested with dark-red nipples, and her lovely, long, tapered legs aroused base instincts in the thirty-four-year-old veteran undercover agent.
Harold turned and locked the door with the key, then walked quietly over to stand beside the head of the bed. The girl's eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with a steady breathing that told him that she was still unconscious.
A glance at his watch told him that a little over two hours had passed since he had been forced to give her a second injection in the car.
She had been struggling in her doubled-up position on the back floorboards of the automobile and when she began screaming, Harold had reluctantly given her a second shot. They simply couldn't afford to take chances on anybody becoming suspicious of the car carrying four American tourists for a two-week visit to the mountains.
She'll be coming to in a few minutes, Harold said to himself. His eyes roamed hungrily over her helpless, sensual body. When he was struggling with her inert form to undress her, Harold knocked a set of pins out of her hair and her soft, golden tresses had fallen freely to her shoulders. The effect was magic. It made her twice as desirable.
When Harold first saw her at the airport, he mentally labeled her as a relatively plain girl with a good figure. But now, as he stared down at her naked, rounded body, Harold realized that the plainness was a contrived effect. She was actually a beautiful woman, among the most beautiful that he had ever seen. Her high cheekbones emphasized her heart-shaped face. Full, sensual lips gave her mouth an exotic look.
A stirring began in Harold's groin as his eyes slowly swept over her helpless body. She was neither thin nor fat. Her flesh was full and round, soft and plaint to his touch. Her lower abdomen protruded slightly, like the early seed of a tiny pot, and this emphasized her thick golden forest of a pubic mound. Her pubic hair was long and curly and reminded him of a thick stand of ripe wheat.
And those tits! They stood like proud hills on her full chest, rising and falling softly with each breath she took. Harold reached down and placed his hand gently on Debby's breast. Her resilient skin gave slightly to his touch and he felt his prick begin to strain in his pants.
Harold Sorenson had an unlucky history with women. In public, he took great care to conceal his bitterness toward women in general. Ten years earlier he had fallen in love with the daughter of a wealthy manufacturer. They had, had a whirlwind affair and talked about marriage, but the girl's father had refused to even consider allowing his daughter to marry a nobody like Harold Sorenson. When Harold had begged the girl to elope with him over her father's objections, she told him that she had thought about it and decided that her father was right, that they came from two different social levels that would never mix.
On the rebound, Harold married a girl that he had dated during his one year in college. Within a year it was obvious that they weren't compatible, but Harold refused to consider divorce and they each went their own way while they maintained the facade of marriage. His wife entered into a series of affairs and Harold devoted all of his energy to building his small company in the field of industrial security. In five years, Harold had created a large organization with a comfortable net worth. Then his wife sued for divorce and the court ordered all community property divided. It was all that he could do to keep his organization operating after he borrowed enough to satisfy the community-property order, and to this date Harold hadn't been able to get his business back on sound footing.
From that point on, Harold limited his associations with women to occasional affairs with girls who worked the bars in the North Beach area of San Francisco. And, as he gazed down at Debby's helpless body tied to the bed, Harold's resentment and bitterness seemed to come to the surface. She was everything that he loathed, a rich bitch who thought that her ass was the most precious thing in the world, a stuck-up heiress who looked at men like him as animals of the street!
She's also my ticket to a decent life somewhere, Harold reminded himself, a cool tax-free ticket to a half a million bucks. Even after he paid the three members that he had brought with him and all of the expenses involved, Harold would net over four hundred thousand dollars on this caper.
An urgent animal lust was slowly sweeping through Harold's body as he caressed the helpless girl's sensual body with his hungry eyes. He could feel the blood rushing to his penis and his pulse beating more rapidly by the minute. The thought that her body was his to use as he wished made his balls throb uncontrollably. Part of his assignment was to turn this gorgeous girl into a sex machine, so why not start right now?
Harold removed his hand from her luscious breast and began undressing. He piled his clothes in a chair near the bed and walked naked to the foot of the bed where he stood staring directly into her lewdly exposed crotch between her spread, bound legs. His eyes fixed on her golden fur-lined cunt and his hand went to his rigid cock. He began stroking himself slowly to ease the aching demand in his loins. Her pale gold pubic hair seemed to gleam in the soft glow of the room. Harold could clearly see her pink slit beneath the luxuriant growth and the dark pink shadow of an outline of her vaginal opening made his balls tingle.
Continuing the slow stroking of his large prick, he moved quietly around to the side of the bed. He leaned in and guided the bloated head of his prick to her nipple, stroking himself until a small drop of liquid oozed from the slit of his penis to flow onto her unaroused nipple.
His excitement growing rapidly, Harold moved up and held his rigid organ above her sleeping face. Never in his life had he held a girl completely helpless to his desires! He brought the moist head of his member down and brushed it against her cheek, leaving a sticky, shining trail where his thick juice touched her pearl-white skin. He ran it over her nose, then brought it down into the soft trough formed by her sensuous lips. The steady breeze of warm air escaping from her nostrils caressed the tight, straining skin of his penis, causing Harold's breath to catch in his throat.
Suddenly, the girl's face moved and her breathing became more rapid. Harold knew that she was regaining consciousness. Wanting to avoid sending her into shock by awakening her with his cock resting on her lips, Harold reluctantly withdrew and carefully climbed up on the bed between her widespread, bound legs. If he could, he would awaken her passion and bring her conscious filled with desire. Kneeling on the mattress between her creamy white thighs, he leaned down to bring his face to her exposed, helpless crotch.
Harold inhaled deeply of the helpless young girl's virginal aroma. The odor of her exposed sex was light, like a delicate perfume. Reaching out, Harold burrowed his deft fingers into the dense forest of her cuntal growth and gently spread the thin lips of Debby's fur-lined vulva. As the pink meat of her pussy became visible, the aroma of her sex became even stronger.
He lowered his face until his nose was resting on the soft, thick growth of golden pubic hair above her virginal slit. His tongue glided out between his lips and dipped into the moist furrow of her sex. Harold's penis surged and quivered as his taste buds were flooded with the exciting flavor of her fresh private parts. Beginning with the tight, puckered opening of her anus, he brought his wet tongue slowly up the entire length of her vaginal slit. He hesitated at the opening to her vagina and dipped the tip of his tongue inside to probe her virginal canal, then moved slowly upward until he felt her large clit mashed beneath his tongue. He had never seen such a large clitoris on a girl! Instead of the usual small button, Debby's clitoris was like a miniature penis. It rested between the lips of her vulva like a tight, budding flower. Harold shifted his body slightly to ease the growing ache in his balls as he began gently licking and warmly teasing the helpless girl's clitoris with the tip of his lasciviously searching tongue.
A smile crossed his face as he felt her clitoris begin to respond to the soft caresses of his tongue. First, it quivered and trembled beneath his aggressive tongue. Then it grew erect and hard, protruding one-half inch out between her virginal cuntal lips.
If she is a virgin, as her brother claims Harold said to himself, she's in for a surprise when she comes to! He ran his tongue up and down her slit, each time lingering on her quivering bud until her body shuddered.
The black veils of mist surrounding Debby's mind began to lighten as she struggled from the depths of unconsciousness. Her mind was blank and she gradually became aware of something taking place in her body. It was a strange, unfamiliar, yet pleasant and exciting, sensation. In her semi-conscious state, Debby felt as if she was drifting on a soft, warm cloud. The warmth that spread through her innocent body seemed to come from that secret, intimate place between her legs. It spread outward in ever increasing circles, like ripples in a pond. The waves were growing larger and larger, splashing against her nerve endings to tease them awake.
There was a moisture between her legs-a strange, pleasant, wonderfully exciting moisture that covered her secret region. Debby fought to hold onto the black cloud of unconsciousness, afraid that if she allowed herself to wake up she would lose this pleasant sensation.
"Uuuuuuuummmm!" she moaned softly, her hips reacting instinctively to arch upward to capture the center of her excitement. It felt so good that she wanted it to last forever!
Harold smiled when he heard her moan and he increased the tempo of his relentless attack on her sweet-tasting virginal sex. Her vibrant clit quivered like a leaf in a breeze every time that he mildly caressed it with his warm rasping tongue. She may be a prude and a virgin, Harold mused to himself, but she's every inch a passionate woman.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, her hips writhing beneath his questing mouth. The sensation was becoming more intense by the second and she could feel the flames of some strange animal desire licking each center of pleasure in her virginal young body. As her senses became energized by the exciting electric current sweeping through her innocent system, the black cloud moved further and further away. The fire in her loins had her more physically excited than she had ever been in her life! Reluctantly, Debby opened her eyes.
The first thing that she saw was the rich, walnut-beamed ceiling, and briefly she wondered where she was. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the wonderful feeling didn't disappear when she opened her eyes. It wasn't a dream, after all! Slowly, she dropped her vision to the seat of her excitement and pleasure.
"Eeeeeeiiiiioooooww!" She screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw a man kneeling between her legs with his face buried in her secret region. She tried to move her body and felt biting pain in her wrists and ankles when the ropes bit into her skin.
It's a nightmare she told herself. It has to be a nightmare! She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Nothing changed and panic gripped her heart and tied her bowels in tight knots.
Harold was amazed at the transformation that took place in the innocent girl's body. One moment she was riding a cloud of passion as his tongue probed her vagina, and the next moment she was struggling against the bonds that held her in abject terror. He removed his dripping mouth from her hot, moist, fur-lined pussy and pulled himself erect. He reached out and took her erect clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and began caressing it slowly.
"Are you conscious, Debby?" he asked in a soft, reassuring tone.
"Where... where am I?" she stammered, terror gripping her. "Who are you? What are you doing to me? Why am I tied up? Oh, God, please help me!"
"Calm yourself, Debby," Harold said in a deep, firm tone. "I'll try to answer your questions."
"Please stop... stop touching me... down there," she pleaded.
"No, Debby, that I won't do. But if you'll listen for a moment, I'll try to explain where you are and why."
"Oh, my God! Oh, someone please help me!"
"You can scream your head off, Debby, and no one will hear you. You've been kidnapped and you are being held prisoner in an isolated house in the mountains. There isn't a soul within miles of here, so no one is going to help you."
"Kidnapped? What... what do you want of me? Do you want money? I'll give whatever you want if you'll stop... stop touching me down there!"
"Listen to me!" Harold snapped, using a menacing tone that brought her out of what was rapidly approaching hysteria. "You will not be hurt. Do you understand that? No one is going to hurt you. Your life is not in danger. You will be held prisoner only as long as it takes to satisfy our demands, and then you will be released to return to San Francisco. But if you disobey us or try to escape we will hurt you. We'll begin by breaking your arms and then your legs. Don't force us to do that. Do you understand and believe me?"
"Yes," she said softly, "but why?"
"That does not concern you now," Harold replied. "And while you are our prisoner we're going to help you pass the time by enjoying yourself sexually, Debby."
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "You're going to sexually abuse me!"
"Not abuse you, Debby, use you, and teach you the joys of your gorgeous body."
"I'd rather you killed me!" she screamed. "Please kill me!"
"Let's see if I can kill you by licking your lovely cunt," Harold said with a smile.
"Your language is as filthy and vile as you are!" she shouted.
Harold bent down and brought his mouth to her moist pussy. His lips parted in a smile as he saw her eyes follow him down to her pubic mound.
"Remember how good you felt just before you opened your eyes?" he asked softly. "That was because I was doing this to you." He darted his tongue as far out of his mouth as he could and slowly brought it to her warm, wet virginal slit, noticing that her eyes followed him with what amounted to hypnotic fascination. He slipped his tongue into the wet valley between the lips of her vulva and began lapping her with long even strokes.
Debby tried to close her eyes but couldn't. The vision of his leering face and his lapping tongue held her spellbound. This was the lowest, most vile thing that had ever happened to her! How could he lick her where she went to the bathroom! What kind of creature was this?
A vaguely familiar warmth gradually began seeping back into her body. She felt his rough tongue touch a very sensitive place in her most intimate region and tiny electric shocks spread through her veins. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. Here she was being defiled by a low beast and her body was responding like this! Debby hated her body. It was an unfit castle for her pure mind.
"Stop," she pleaded with a whimper. "Oh, please stop! Please kill me, but don't do this to me!
Harold was just beginning to appreciate the strength of her sexual repression. They had their work cut out for them! She'll learn, he promised himself as he devoted his attention to her erect clitoris. He flicked it with his tongue until he felt a tiny quiver in the hard piece of flesh. Then he began rubbing it sensually with his lips and tongue.
Debby was so confused that she cried. Tears fell from her pretty eyes to splash on her soft cheeks. The fire, that strange, exciting sensation, was coursing through her body again. She felt it fill her being like water flowing into a jar, the level creeping slowly, relentlessly upward. She pulled on her bonds until her shoulders ached. Never in her life had she been so completely defenseless and helpless!
"Oh! Oh! Oooooohhhh!" she gasped as his coarse tongue on her virginal bud sent hot flames shooting through her innocent, helpless being. Why couldn't her body rise above this vile, sordid thing that was happening to her? Why wouldn't it obey her commands? Why did this feel so good, make her ache with a desire for more?
Debby felt her nipples pop erect to become sensitized beacons of her passion. Strange things were happening in her body. She could feel the juices in her vagina begin to flow and the muscles in her straining thighs quaked with tiny spasms. Her heart was pounding in her temples and her breath came in short, rasping gasps.
With a deep sigh, the young girl relaxed. She stopped straining against the bonds that held her innocent body prisoner to the strange bed. The gentle waves of pleasure had turned into a pounding surf and her excitement was too intense to be denied. She was amazed to find her hips instinctively begin grinding and writhing, forcing her moist, hair-fringed sex into the captor's face. It felt so good!
"Aaaaaaaaahh!" she groaned as a wave of pleasure stronger than all the others made her entire body quake. Her hips began writhing steadily, pumping her sex against the man's mouth as his tongue created a fire in her body that the virgin had never experienced before.
"Oh, please! Oh!" She was grunting and her breath came in snorts as an intense wave swept through her. "Oh! Ah! Ooooohhh! Please! Ooooooohhhhhh!"
Deborah Harmon experienced the first orgasm in her twenty-eight years of life. It began as a series of small explosions throughout her chaste body and grew to a roaring, raging earthquake in her groin. The innocent girl sobbed as her body went through spasm after spasm of intense pleasure.
Harold smiled with contemptuous satisfaction as he lifted his face from her steaming crotch.
"Did you like that, Debby?"
Debby looked, down and saw his leering, dripping face hovering over her sex and she cringed. His face was coated with moist, sticky beads of her fluids. Tiny streams drooled out of the corners of his mouth and hung from his chin. She knew that she should be disgusted with him, but the pleasure that he had given her still flowed through her young, innocent body.
"Yes," she replied in a tiny voice, the blood rushing to her cheeks in a crimson blush.
"Every woman likes her cunt licked," Harold returned with a smile.
"Oh, please! Do you have to use that language?"
"Yes, Debby, I do. It's the language of sex. And now it's time to fuck you," he added, pulling himself erect and grasping his rigid, throbbing penis in his hand to guide it to her reluctant slit.
"No!" she gasped. "Please, not that! What did I ever do to you? Oh, please, not that. I'm... I'm a virgin!" she pleaded.
"That's sad," Harold replied, "but not incurable. See this cock? It can cure your
disability in a matter of seconds."
"What kind of a man are you?" she snapped desperately at him. "How can you do this to me?"
Harold laughed, bringing his surging prick down to her never-before-penetrated slit and pressing the blood-inflated head firmly against her still-erect clitoris. Using his hand, he rubbed the swollen bulb at the tip of his organ firmly back and forth across her sensitive bud.
Debby struggled against the ropes that held her tied securely to the bed. She gasped aloud when she looked down and saw his prick poised at the entrance to her cuntal opening. She had never seen the male sex organ before in her life, and she never dreamed that it could be so large! It looked almost as thick as her wrist and was at least seven inches long! The shaft was gnarled with thick, coursing veins that formed ridges on the blood-inflated surface. The head was bright pink, a swollen bulb with a small hole at the very tip. A drop of heavy white fluid hung suspended from the small opening, ready to drop into her nest of soft golden pubic hair.
"No!" she groaned. "Can't you understand? I'm a virgin"
"Let's take care of that, shall we?" Harold chuckled. He was quickly becoming the victim of his own game. The sight of her helpless, voluptuous, unsullied body beneath him made his balls ache. And the moist warmth of her pussy on the surging head of his cock was driving him wild. He brought his prick down, pressing the blood-distended head against the opening to her womb. The thought flashed through Harold's mind that he had never laid a virgin, and this served to increase his desire to spear this prudish snob of a rich bitch!
He forced his swollen penis against her until the outer ring of her vagina gave and the head of his organ tore into the taut opening of her virginal cunt.
"Aaaaarrgghh!" she grunted. "You're hurting me!"
Placing his hands flat on the mattress at her sides, Harold jerked his hips and drove unmercifully hard into her painful vaginal depth.
"Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrrrgghhhhhhh!" she screamed as pain raced through her and seared every nerve ending in her virginal body.
Harold felt his huge, swollen penis glide smoothly into her hot cunt. His progress was halted for a moment by the thin membrane of her virginity, but a hard lunge sent his organ ripping through this temporary barrier.
"Ow! Aaaiiiieee!" Debby screamed when she felt something inside ripped apart. The pain that she was experiencing now was every bit as intense as the pleasure that she had experienced a few moments before. She could feel the sharp ridges along the shaft of his organ shredding into the tender walls of her never-before-invaded vagina. She closed her eyes and prayed to an unknown god that she would die!
Harold was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. A number of woman had told him that he was well hung, and he had gone to bed with two girls that, try-as-he-may, he couldn't penetrate more than an inch or two. He had expected Debby's virginal cunt to be tight, but it seemed to be a perfect canal for his oversized penis. It was tight enough to permit total contact, yet not so tight that he couldn't move freely inside her. He held his organ sunk to the hilt in her virginal body for a moment to allow her to adjust to the penetration. When he saw the muscles in her face begin to relax, Harold began stroking his thick manhood in her fresh vagina slowly.
Debby's brain couldn't match the pace of her body. Those now-familiar exciting waves of pleasure began sweeping through her system even before the pain disappeared. The walls of her tender, virginal vagina ached with the foreign penetration of her virtuous body, yet sparks of intense pleasure began rocketing through her body. Her nipples began burning like hot coals and beads of perspiration broke out all over her body.
Harold saw her body begin to react and he slowly withdrew his hotly throbbing, swollen penis from the depths of her tortured body until just the swollen head was lodged inside her. He held it there for a long moment, then, without warning, thrust it to the very hilt inside her.
"Oooooooooooohhhh!" she gasped, her eyes flying open as the most intense joy that she had ever experienced filled her body. The innocent girl had never felt so completely filled in her life! It seemed to her that her entire being was wrapped around his sex organ. And the first that it created in her tender young vagina seemed to consume every ounce of her being!
She looked down and saw the thick throbbing organ spearing her helpless body, driven into her with hammer-like blows that sent sparks flying in her brain. She tried to close her eyes, but again her gaze was held in a hypnotic trance on the thing that was making her heart pound in her chest like the hoofbeats of a runaway horse. She saw the swollen lips of her tender vagina wrapped snugly around the thick organ and she felt each thrust tearing into her helpless body.
Harold's excitement was reaching a fever pitch and he had to pace himself carefully He couldn't remember being this excited with any other girl in his life! Bringing his pelvis down, he ground his pubic hair into her quivering clitoris.
"Do you like that?" he asked with heavy breath.
"Yes," she responded instantly, no longer making any attempt to control her animal lust.
"You like being fucked?" he insisted, jerking his cock to the depths of her body and mashing her clitoris.
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes!"
"Say it!" Harold commanded, reaching down and massaging her erect clitoris with his finger while he held his cock poised at the entrance to her vagina.
"Yes! Oh! God, yes! I... I like being fucked!"
Harold smiled contemptuously and drove his cock into her with a long, hard lunge that made his penis bounce against, her cervix. His balls made a loud slapping noise when they hit the soft, pliant flesh of her innocent ass. He bucked his hips and sent his throbbing organ in and out of her body in long strokes that left them both panting.
"OOOOOOOOHHH! SWEET JESUS! YES! YES! YES!" she chanted as she ground her hips and bucked hard against his lunging body. She hated her body for its animal lust, but the waves of pleasure sweeping through her were so intense that she gave herself completely over to her animal instinct.
Harold looked down to watch his thick organ spearing her tender fur-lined cunt. The shaft had traces of blood from her ruptured hymen. The lips of her virginal pussy were wrapped tightly around the thickness of his throbbing sex, gripping him as he glided faster and faster in and out of her young body.
Debby grasped the ropes that held her wrists bound to the corners of the bouncing bed and held on for her life. She tried to close her eyes, but they were glued to the sight of his long, thick, glistening cock that was lunging in and out of her bloodied cunt. With every deep thrust, he ground his coarse pubic hair into her superheated and incredibly sensitive clitoris. It was all that the helpless young girl could do to keep from fainting as the intense electric shock waves of joy jolted her tormented body. She could feel his hairy balls rubbing, scraping, and slapping against the tender cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord," she chanted, her tender body arching and bucking against his muscular masculinity. "I can't stand it!"
Harold could hold out no longer. His balls were 1oaring with the thunder of desire, aching and throbbing each time that they slapped hard against her soft young ass. His cock was on fire! The passionate reaction of her inexperienced body made his heart race. Harold had fucked a number of woman, but he had never seen one react quite like this! It was as if he had turned the key and opened the door behind which twenty-eight years of sexual passion had been repressed.
He reached out and grasped her erect, pointed nipples in his hands and began kneading them roughly while his raging desire-bloated cock lunged into her tender body. The rumble in his balls became the crashing roar of a tidal wave beating against rock cliffs.
Harold grunted when the intense explosion ripped through his testicles to send rivers of steaming hot sperm jetting through his long, inflated organ. He could feel his anus contracting and his toes curling with the intensity of his quaking ejaculation.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Debby cried when the first hot spurts of his semen splashed against her womb and triggered a series of hard quaking explosions in her ravished young system. This was so much more intense than her first orgasm! She gritted her teeth and flailed her head back and forth between her imprisoned arms. For a moment, the innocent girl wondered if she was dying. It seemed to her that her entire body was disintegrating. She had to gasp for breath, and her heart was beating like a kettle drum in her ears!
Every muscle in her tender body suddenly went limp and her helpless body sunk into the mattress. She opened her eyes and saw him slowly sliding his huge penis out of her tortured body. She felt a river of heavy juice begin flowing down her ravaged vagina.1t followed his penis out of her body and ran down the cheeks of her buttocks to form a small pool beneath her body. Without his rock-hard organ inside her, Debby felt terribly empty and drained.
"Did you like that?" Harold asked with a smile as he searched through his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.
"Y... yes," she said softly, blushing.
"Cigarette?"
"I... I don't smoke."
"You're smart," Harold replied with a laugh as he lighted his cigarette. "I've got to kick the habit myself. Need anything?"
"I'm hungry, and thirsty," she said softly.
"I'll bet you are! Sorry, it just slipped my mind. You haven't had a thing all day. We're miles from anywhere, Debby. Let me see what I can find downstairs. Tomorrow we're going to lay in supplies and you'll have regular meals. I'll be right back."
CHAPTER FIVE
Matthew Harmon was finding it increasingly more difficult to play both ends against the middle. His eyes were veiled as he stared across the desk at the chairman of the board of Jensen Mills. Hal Jensen had been very considerate about the death of Matt's father, but he was probing and pressing about the proposed merger of the two giant companies.
"In addition to SEC approval," Jensen was saying, "we have to have the approval of the stockholders in both companies. Jensen Mills is controlled by the family, so that will just be a matter of form on our end. Has your father's death complicated stockholder approval on your end?"
Matthew recognized that Jensen was asking who now had control of Harmon Industries. If Matthew's plan worked, he would have control of Harmon. And in that event, he would want to take a close second look at the proposed merger. The purpose of the merger had been to allow Matthew to rip off a cool million for his own pocket, but if he inherited over a hundred million the merger would lose its glamour. If for any reason, however, his plan failed, Matthew intended to force the merger through to guarantee him a fat nest-egg.
"Hal," Matthew said slowly, "all of this has come as quite a shock, as you can imagine. My sister and I are the heirs, so I can't honestly see how approval has been complicated. At the moment, we haven't even filed my father's will. As I told you, we're waiting for my sister. I think that within a week to fifteen days everything should be cleared up and we can follow through on this project."
"Fine!" Jensen replied, standing and glancing at his wrist watch. "Look, I've taken enough of your time. I have reservations for the noon flight and I should be heading for the airport I know this is a difficult time for you, Matt, and I hope everything goes smoothly. We're embarrassed that we have to press you at a time like this, but we also have the offer from Consolidated that I told you about. Time is important to them and they have been pressing us for a decision. We'd much rather pursue this project with you, however."
"I understand your position, Hal," Matt replied. "Perhaps by this time next week I can give our legal staff the go-ahead to meet with your men. Can I drive you to the airport?"
"No, no, Matt! I wouldn't think of it. I have a car and driver waiting in the garage. Just keep in contact with me. I'm sure things will work out."
The two executives shook hands and Matthew walked with Hal to the elevator. Once he had Jensen on his way, Matt returned to his office.
"Mr. Harmon," his secretary said as he walked in, "I haven't been able to reach the ambassador in Buenos Aires, but I have one of the high-ranking officials at the embassy on the, line."
"Fine, what's his name?"
"Johnson."
Matt picked up the phone at his desk and introduced himself.
"We were about to call you, Mr. Harmon," Johnson said. "I've been trying to locate the ambassador all morning. I'm sure that he would want to talk to you on this. But he's in a high-level meeting with the Argentine government at this moment, so I'll have to act in his place with the bad news."
"What bad news?" Matthew asked. "Look, I called you to ask a favor. We've had a death in our family and I am unable to locate my sister, Deborah Harmon. She's in Argentina on vacation and I wondered if you would be able to help me locate her."
"Mr. Harmon," Johnson replied with a sympathetic note in his voice, "that is what we were going to call you about. An hour ago we received at the embassy, a note, stating that your sister has been kidnapped. Do you want me to read the note to you?"
"Kidnapped!" Matthew exclaimed with what he hoped was the proper amount of surprise. "Yes, yes, by all means read me the note."
"The note is in Spanish and this is a translation made by one of our experts. It says, 'We have Miss Deborah Harmon. She is alive and well. She will be released in the same condition as soon as we receive one million dollars in U.S. currency. If you try to find us, we will be forced to kill Miss Harmon. Our next communication will tell how and when the money is to be delivered.' There is, of course, no signature," Johnson added.
"Do you know who it is?" Matt asked. "What can you do?"
"I'll answer your questions one at a time, Mr. Harmon. We do not know who is behind this, but we can offer an educated guess that it is one of several guerrilla groups who have been responsible for a number of kidnappings here lately. And that leads to your second question, what can we do? I'm afraid the answer is very little. You see, we have no jurisdiction here. Our assistance is limited to lodging a formal complaint with the Argentine government and asking for immediate action. That decision, however, is up to you, Mr. Harmon."
"Look, Mr. Johnson, this is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me and I assure you I don't know how to act. What do you recommend?"
"Again, Mr. Harmon, that places us in a difficult position. The State Department's official line in matters like this is to refuse to pay ransom because success tends to increase the activities of the kidnappers. Personally, I think you should be aware that a refusal to pay the ransom would place your sister in grave danger. These guerrillas have killed several times this year."
"Good God!" Matthew exclaimed.
"I don't mean to alarm you," Johnson added carefully. "I'm just trying to make you aware of the various aspects of the situation."
"I appreciate that."
"Now if we lodge a formal complaint with the Argentine government, the press will have the story in a matter of hours. Often, families want to avoid publicity if they can. And sometimes not having the press involved makes it easier to deal with the kidnappers. Inasmuch as this is a non-political kidnapping-I mean by that that your sister is not involved with either Argentine politics or a multinational corporation with operations in the country, a low profile might be the best course of action. Still, that is entirely up to you."
"I quite agree with you," Matt responded, smiling about how well this was going. "A low profile, as you put it, is exactly what we'll assume. Would it help if I came to Argentina?"
"Well, I think I would wait for the next communication, Mr. Harmon. Then you can decide how you want to handle it. We'll, of course, keep in touch with you as things develop."
Matthew thanked Mr. Johnson and maintained an image of a very concerned brother. As soon as he hung up, Matt called his secretary and had her place a call to Debby's friend in C�rdoba, Argentina. He explained the situation to Betty Santana and emphasized that the immediate concern was to avoid publicity. He promised to keep her advised on anything that happened.
"Mr. Harmon," his secretary's voice said on the intercom as he hung up on his call to Argentina, "John Martin is on three."
"Good morning, John," Matt said, greeting the family lawyer as he picked up the phone.
"Good morning, Matt. I've been trying to get you all morning. Have you reached Deborah?"
"No, John, I haven't," Matt replied honestly. "I've been on the phone to Argentina most of the morning."
"That's strange," the old lawyer replied.
"Well," Matt said very carefully, "not really. You see, John, Debby doesn't want to be reached on these trips of hers. You know how strict our father was. Well. Debby often found the role of angel a little trying. So every year she went somewhere where she could enjoy being herself. And naturally she is never particularly anxious to be reached."
"But she told me she was visiting an old roommate from college."
"Oh, I'm sure she will, John," Matt replied. "In fact, I just talked to her friend in Argentina. Don't worry, I'll be in touch with Debby soon."
"Well, I certainly hope so. We have to file this will of your father's and put it in probate. I've had several inquiries from the press already."
"John, I thought I might issue a statement that Debby was in shock as a result of her father's death and that she was resting for several days before returning. That should keep the press off our backs."
"Good idea. Send me a copy of your release. And call me the minute you locate Debby so we can establish a time schedule on this."
So far so good,-Matt said to himself as he placed the phone in the receiver. He was pleased with the progress of events. The American Embassy in Argentina believed that guerrillas were responsible for the kidnapping. He had to admire Sorenson's use of Spanish in the ransom note. Matt was also pleased with the way that he had planted a small seed in John Martin's mind about Debby's trips being flings. He wanted the family lawyer prepared for the evidence that he would produce on Debby's immoral conduct. He hoped that the press release would buy the time that Sorenson needed to produce that evidence.
The next step was to contact Harold and pressure him to complete the assignment as fast as he could.
CHAPTER SIX
Debby Harmon was a confused, distraught girl. Her mental turmoil from being held prisoner was magnified by the constant battle taking place between her body and her mind. She flopped dejectedly in the chair by the dresser and stared blankly at the wall.
Early that morning her captors had untied her from where she had been bound to the bed. She was still stark naked and confined to the large bedroom, but at least she could move about. One of her first exercises of freedom was to take a long, steaming-hot shower.
The girl's only relation to time was her careful count of the meals that she had been given. If her count was accurate, she had been held prisoner for over seventy-two hours. Three different men had made love to her while she was tied to the bed. She had no idea of the number of orgasms that she had experienced. She had made every effort to deny the passionate responses of her body, but her efforts had been in vain on each occasion-even with the man called Hank, whom she detested and found completely unattractive Even with him her body had experienced the intense spasms of pleasure.
Debby didn't know how or when this ordeal would end, but she was beginning to realize that her life would never again be the same. One thing that amazed her was that she hadn't experienced an attack of headache and nerves all the time that she had been held captive. She also admitted to herself that her attitudes, particularly her attitude toward sex, had changed. This confused her. She didn't approve of the things that had happened to her, yet she couldn't with honest heart deny that she had enjoyed the newly discovered pleasures of her body. Many of the things that she had conjured up in her mind about sex had proven to be false. She still couldn't clearly define or describe her new attitude, but she knew that it was different from what she had believed.
Debby idly reached to the top of the dresser and took one of the small magazines that they had left for her. These were photographic portrayals of sex in full color. She didn't recognize the language in the publication, but thought that it was probably German or Danish. She flipped the magazine open and stared at the color photograph of a woman kneeling before a man and greedily sucking his long, thick penis.
A few days before a photograph like this would have been repulsive to the ingenuous, filthy rich Deborah Harmon. Yet now, as she turned the pages to see the man inserting his hard cock in the girl's well-lubricated vagina, Debby didn't experience any repulsion at all. In fact, she found the photographs erotically stimulating. A familiar itch began between her sculptured thighs when she saw the obvious rapture on the face of the girl in the magazine as the man made love to her. She wondered if other people experienced the same thing when they looked at pictures like these.
She reached over and chose another magazine at random and began looking at the photographs of a beautiful young girl with two handsome men. The girl was holding a rigid prick in each hand and had a look of bliss on her face. On the following page one of the men was mounting her, inserting his hard cock into her soppy, wet, hair-fringed cunt. The next page showed the girl having intercourse with the man while she held the other man's penis in her mouth. The itch between Debby's legs was rapidly turning into a slow burning fire and she blushed when she heard the door to the room open and looked up to see the man named Harold standing watching her.
"Hi," he greeted her with a smile. "Is everything all right? Have you been getting regular meals?"
"Yes," Debby replied, quickly closing the magazine and placing it on the dresser.
"Don't let me interrupt you," Harold said with a grin, crossing the room and picking up the sex magazine to hand it back to her.
"Did you come to send me home?" Debby asked hopefully.
"Not yet," Harold said, "but it shouldn't be very long now. Did my friends treat you all right?"
"Yes," she said softly. "But I do want to go home."
"You will, Debby, and in a few days I would imagine," Harold responded casually. "Particularly if you cooperate with us. How do you like these magazines?" he asked, flipping the one that she held in her hands open and sitting beside her on the arm of the chair. The erotic publications had been George's idea when they found a large collection stored in the basement of the chalet. He argued that exposing the innocent girl to these while she was being broken in to sex could speed up the process.
"I suppose I should say I detest them," Debby replied, "but that would be a lie."
"I find them sort of exciting myself," Harold commented. "Let's look through them together." Watching her face carefully, he began flipping the pages slowly. Several times he managed to have his hand brush against one of her sensitive breasts. When they finished the first one, he reached over and brought another down. They went through three of the magazines in silence. He noted her growing discomfort and was pleased to see that she was becoming sexually aroused.
"Man, that girl really knows how to suck a cock!" Harold exclaimed when they came to a series of photos of a girl giving a man a fantastic blowjob. "That's something you have to learn, Debby, as part of your sex education. For sex to be really good, the girl has to be as good at sucking cock as the man is at eating pussy."
"Oh, I don't think..."
"Nonsense," Harold interrupted. "No girl thinks she can until she tries it, and then she finds that it is fun and exciting to make a man hot with her mouth. You know how much you like your cunt licked. You didn't think you would, but you did as soon as you tried it. Come on, this is as good a time as any to teach you how to suck a cock."
"Oh, no! Really, I just couldn't do..."
"Debby," Harold said in a firm voice, "you're going to suck my prick, just like that girl in those photos. I can tie you to the bed again, if that's what you want."
"Oh, not that. Please! I couldn't stand it to be tied up like that again! Please!"
"Well, come on, then, and we'll get on with your education," he said, rising and slipping out of his clothes quickly. When he was naked, he reached down and took her wrist in his hand to pull her out of the chair.
"No, please!" she pleaded as he propelled her to the bed.
Harold ignored her and pushed her down in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He went back to the dresser and brought the stack of erotic magazines to the bed and stood directly in front of her with his partially erect penis swaying back and forth in front of her startled face.
"Here," he said, opening a magazine and holding it directly above his pubic hair in front of his flat abdomen, "you can study these while you practice. Hold my prick in your hand and kiss it," he commanded.
While Debby found it stimulating to look at pictures of girls doing this, she couldn't imagine herself with a man's organ in her own mouth. She stared at the photos that he held above his genitals for a long moment, cursing her body for the growing itch between her legs. She dropped her eyes and unconsciously compared his organ with the man's penis in the photograph.
Harold's is much bigger, she decided immediately. His was bigger than those of the other two men who had made love to her while she was being held captive. That was something that had been bothering her. While she had enjoyed the other two men, the pleasure hadn't been as intense as it had with Harold that first night. She didn't know if it was because he had been her first man, for there was a special attraction between them, or because he had such a large cock.
She looked down at his partially erect penis and studied the bulging veins that ran along the thick shaft. The odor of his sex was strong and seemed to permeate her entire system. Debby couldn't understand why the itch in her groin seemed to double in intensity as his huge prick swayed like a dangling snake before her face.
"Take it in your hand and kiss it, Debby!" Harold ordered.
"I... I can't!" she pleaded.
Harold reached out with his free hand and grabbed a handful of her silken hair. He yanked it hard, leaving no doubt that he meant what he said.
"Ow! That hurts! Ow! Stop it, please! Ouch!"
Debby quickly reached out and grasped his thick, trunk-like organ in her hand to stop his vicious pulling on her hair. Her breath caught in her throat when he jerked his hips obscenely to rub his penis against her face.
"Now start kissing and licking it," he snapped impatiently, "Or I'll stop playing around with you and tie you down to that bed again!"
The thought of being tied to that bed again sent terror racing through the innocent young girl's tender body. She closed her eyes in an attempt to blot out the vision of what was happening to her and forced her lips to touch the rapidly swelling organ that was crushed against her face.
"Lick it!'
When she felt his grip on her hair tighten, Debby forced her tongue between her lips and brought it in contact with the throbbing cock in her hand. A strong, salty flavor invaded her mouth. Instead of gagging, as she had thought she would, Debby found the flavor strangely exciting. She could feel his blood pounding through the ropelike vein beneath her tongue, and this also excited her. She began trailing her tongue up and down the long member, caressing it lightly and allowing the exciting taste to fill her mouth.
"Now take it in your mouth, Debby!" he commanded, releasing his grip on her hair and moving several inches back. The sight of this lovely girl holding his cock to her face made Harold's balls quiver. He had forgotten how gorgeous her voluptuous naked body was. Her skin was so pure and soft, and those magnificent tits of hers!
Debby felt his penis growing in her hand. The head was inflating rapidly and becoming bright pink. Slowly, using every ounce of her will to obey his command, she brought his organ to her lips. She glanced up and felt a surge of excitement sweep through her innocent young body as she looked at the photograph of the girl sucking the man's penis.
She parted her full, sensuous lips and slipped them around the swollen, throbbing head of his penis. The taste of his sex shot through every taste bud in her mouth and caused her pulse to quicken. Forcing her jaws open, Debby guided his organ into her warm, tender mouth with her hand. She had to fight back a gag when her jaws began to ache from being spread further apart than they ever had been before in her young life.
"That's better" Harold remarked, jerking his hips lewdly to shove his cock deeper into the innocent young girl's warm throat. "Now start moving it in and out of your mouth like we were fucking."
Debby thought that the corners of her lips were going to crack apart as she slowly began moving her entire mouth up and down the length of his hard, throbbing, thick cock. She was terribly uncomfortable, but she couldn't deny that the fire in her cunt was becoming hotter and more demanding by the minute. She could imagine that his huge, live, surging penis was buried in her vagina and this aroused her to even more demanding levels.
Harold looked down at the pretty young girl sliding his burning prick in and out of her warm, moist mouth and his balls ached. Her natural pink lips were stretched around the thick shaft and he could feel her sweet tongue crushed beneath the weight of his heavy cock. Her technique was primitive, but Harold knew that she would learn with time. So far, she had proven to be a much more willing pupil than he had imagined her to be.
He could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest and he had to fight back a strong urge to just dump his lust in her pretty little mouth. He had made it a rule that Debby was to enjoy an orgasm every time that her partner did while she was in training.
"God, that's good!" he sighed. "How would you like your cunt licked while you're sucking me?"
Debby nodded her head affirmatively, never taking his pulsing manhood from her mouth.
Reluctantly, Harold pulled his cock out of her delightfully virginal mouth and lowered himself into a stretched-out position on his back on the bed.
"Come here," he said, pulling her arm, "and straddle my face. Lift your leg. That's it. Now sit down and put your cunt on my mouth. You can suck my cock by leaning forward. Ummm, that's it."
She felt strange half-kneeling, half-squatting on his face and the inexperienced girl had to shift her body twice to achieve her balance.
"Oooooooooohhhh!" she groaned the minute that she felt his probing tongue slip up into her cuntal opening. He went directly to her erect clitoris and the contact sent shivers racing down her spine. It was as if he had plugged her entire body into a vibrating electric current!
The contact of the naive young girl's nipples against Harold's hairy lower chest as she leaned down to grasp the throbbing tower of his rigid organ in her hands spurred the fire in her groin to sweep through her newly awakened sensitivity. She drew in a deep breath as she looked at his long, thick penis standing straight up from his crotch. It appeared so much larger in this position, like the sturdy, thick, weathered trunk of a giant tree. The blue-purple veins bulged like pieces of knotted cord wrapped around the shaft.
Debby wrapped her long, dainty fingers around the thick protrusion and gently pulled the foreskin down so that the swollen, pink head popped completely free. The sharp ridge at the base of the tip of his inflated penis fascinated the young girl. She darted her tongue into the ridge and began running it around the entire crevice. She felt the trembling response when his organ throbbed and desire-distended even more beneath her firmly grasping fingers.
The young girl's heart skipped a beat. Knowledge of the sexual power a woman held over a man was just beginning to penetrate the inexperienced girl's mind. She found it exciting to stimulate a man like this! Pursing her full, sensuous lips, Debby captured the very peak of his penis in her mouth. She darted her tongue probingly into the narrow slit that crested the blood-engorged organ that she held so lovingly in her warm hands. Then she forced her jaws apart and let her lips slide slowly down his nine-inch shaft. Her cheeks puffed out and her nostrils flared open. She continued forcing her lips down the long length until she had the inflated bulb on the tip of his penis lodged firmly in her throat. Her dainty nose was buried in the coarse black pubic hair at the base of his organ and she nuzzled into his crotch affectionately.
Harold's balls ached with desire. He felt her take his cock all the way into her tender mouth, then she began bobbing her head up and down so that her velvety lips caressed every inch of his throbbing organ.
He burrowed his nose into her sweet young vagina and captured the ripe, erect, bud of her clitoris between his teeth. He sucked it into his mouth, scraping the sensitive tissue lightly with his teeth while he flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against the swollen head of her large clit.
"Uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Debby moaned, the cry of pleasure muffled by the large, surging penis in her hungry mouth. His teeth on her stem of passion were driving her wild!
She wrapped both hands around his thick shaft at the base and held it tightly as she ran it in and out of her mouth. Her entire body was quaking and Debby began to wonder if there was any limit to the excitement and pleasure that she could achieve. The superheat between her legs had reached a point where she felt that she was actually sitting on a hot seat. No matter how she wiggled and squirmed her body, the heat continued building and building.
The pores on her flesh opened and her body was suddenly covered with a glistening coat of perspiration. She brushed her teeth against the bulging, pulsing veins along the shaft of his penis and felt the rushing blood pound faster through his organ. Her hips began bouncing on his face, causing his nose to penetrate her vagina with a pumping motion.
Debby held on to his desire-inflated cock when his hips suddenly began to jerk. She felt the first jet of his viscous sperm splash against her inner cheeks. Then her mouth was flooded with the thick, heavy juice. The innocent girl had no time to react. The hot semen oozing into her throat triggered a series of rockets that began bursting throughout her warmly quivering body. She felt the muscles in her thighs quaver like jelly, and beads of perspiration began running down her spine. Her vagina expanded and contracted and the erect pearl of her swollen clit felt like it was on fire! She sucked and sucked on his spurting penis while her body shook with the intensity of her climax. Debby swallowed, feeling the thick river of sperm oozing down her throat.
Harold placed his hands on her waist and lifted her steaming, dripping pussy from his face. He inhaled deeply, filling his half-starved lungs with air. Harold very seldom let a girl suck him off, and he couldn't remember feeling so completely drained in a long time.
Debby pulled herself up, still holding his penis in her hand. When she turned around to face him, her knees gave and she sunk down beside him on the bed. She placed her head on his chest and gazed up into his eyes, her hand still holding his penis lovingly.
Harold looked down fondly at the young girl's pretty face. Some of his juices had trickled out of the corner of her lips to her chin. The affection that she felt for him was unmistakable in the way that she was cuddling his body and Harold experienced a sensation of warmth that he hadn't felt in years.
"That was good, Debby," he said softly. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," she murmured, squeezing his penis in her hand lovingly. "Am I awful?"
"Of course not!" Harold laughed. "I told you that girls enjoyed sucking a man's cock. Most women want to please their men sexually. Exciting a man's passion always stimulates a girl. Here, look at these photos. Do these girls look like they're suffering when they suck cock?"
"No," Debby admitted quietly. "You just have to be patient with me. I've been such a terrible prude all my life, Harold," she sighed, fondly squeezing his now partially limp penis in her hand.
"You've changed," Harold remarked gently.
"But everything has happened so fast!" she protested with a deep sigh. "I'm so confused. I don't understand myself anymore at all."
"Did you understand yourself before?"
"I guess not," she sighed. "I thought I did, but now it seems that my life was dull and meaningless. You know what frightens me?"
"What?"
"What will happen to me when you release me and I go home? What kind of a person will I be? What will I do with my life?"
"I can't answer that, Debby. You will be a better person than you were. That much is certain. You will see everything through different eyes, and you'll know the joys that your body can give you."
They relaxed and talked. Debby asked him questions about his philosophy of sex and Harold answered her honestly. She continued stroking his penis while they enjoyed the comfort of pleasant relaxation.
"You know what I want to do when I go home?" she asked.
"What."
"Go to see Deep Throat. Is the movie like these pictures?"
"I think so," Harold chuckled. "I have to confess I haven't seen it myself. Do you like these magazines?"
"Oh, yes!" she responded.
They began going through the magazines. Debby's hand continued fondly working Harold's penis until it began to inflate again.
"Look at how that man is putting his penis in the girl's vagina from behind!" she exclaimed.
"Why don't you use the proper words, cock and cunt?" Harold remarked. "Somehow, vagina seems dirty to me. Besides, he isn't sticking his prick in her cunt. He's shoving it up her ass. See?"
"Does that feel good?" she asked with a frown creasing her forehead.
"Some girls love it. Others don't. Want to try it?"
"I... I don't know," Debby replied softly.
"You have to try everything once," Harold said gently. "That's the only way you can decide what you like and don't like. Come on, you've got me hard again, anyway. Do you have any hand lotion or face cream?"
"In my cosmetic case," she replied. "But, Harold, I..."
The thought of ramming his prick up her hot, virginal ass made Harold's heart pound in his chest. He ignored the increasing doubt in her voice and went to her cosmetic case and found the hand lotion.
"Put a nice thick coat on my prick," he told her, handing her the plastic bottle.
Reluctantly, Debby poured a generous pool of the thick lotion into the palm of her hand and began smearing it on his erecting organ.
"Now stand up and bend over the bed, just like the girl in that photo," he commanded, pulling her to her feet and turning her around to face the bed. "Double down," he said, pushing her shoulders toward the mattress, "and spread your legs wide apart."
Harold's heart was pounding in his temples as he looked down at the innocent girl's voluptuous body before him. Her long, sculptured legs were rigid and straight. The gorgeous round spheres of her tender young buttocks were raised high in the air, and Harold could see the puckered brown starfish of her virginal anus nestled between the pearl-white cheeks of her ass. Pouring some hand lotion in his palm, he coated his middle finger with a thick glob and brought it to her anal opening.
His prick was straining and throbbing as he worked the cream into her rectum. A tingling sensation began in his balls and shot through his veins when he penetrated her rectum the third time with his finger coated with the lubricating cream.
Debby was going through a secret mental torture. For as long as she could remember, her anus had been a secret, supersensitive source of physical excitement. Bowel movements had always been a source of stimulation for her, and, she often lingered for longer than necessary in wiping herself. The touch of his finger in this highly sensitive, secret area made her entire body tremble. But this was something that she had always believed was wrong and wicked.
Harold noticed how the muscles in her thighs trembled as he massaged her rectal opening. He wondered if it was fear, or if Debby was a girl who received erotic stimulation from anal contact. He moved forward slowly, relishing the sight of the white coated head of his cock slipping into the delightful crevice between the full, tender cheeks of her lovely, virginal ass. His balls began pulsing strongly as he brought the tip of his cock to the cream-ringed entrance between her asscheeks.
Debby's body trembled when she felt the swollen head of his prick press against the elastic ring of her anal opening. She felt her clitoris become rigid and begin to quiver. Even her hard nipples pressed against the bed quaked.
"Ouch!" she protested when he began pressing hard to ram his hotly-throbbing penis inside her rectum. "That hurts! Ow! Please! Please, take it out! I can't take it! You're hurting me! Oh, please! AAAAUUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
Debby thought that she would faint with the pain when his swollen penis popped inside her anal opening and he shoved it to the hilt in her rectum. It felt as if he had shoved a sharp knife up her and was ripping her insides to shreds!
Harold could hardly believe it when his bloated cock glided smoothly up her ass. It was tight, pulling the foreskin on his penis back until it hurt, yet he had managed to shove it to the hilt inside her-something he had never been able to accomplish with any other woman!
He felt her knees weaken and he grasped her waist to hold her up as she hung suspended on his throbbing rod. He held her suspended like this until he felt the strength begin to return to her legs.
Debby's body went through a period of hysterical shaking as the intense pain raced through her innocent body relentlessly. She dug her fingernails into the blanket and gripped the material with every ounce of strength in her tortured body. Tears flooded from her eyes, and covered her cheeks. She thought that she was going to die, but the pain gradually began to fade as her rectum adjusted to this rough penetration of Harold's thick, surging organ.
When the pain became tolerable, Debby felt the suddenly intense surge of excitement and pleasure that she had enjoyed for years in the bathroom, only magnified a thousand times! It was no longer limited to the small ring at the entrance to her anal canal. She could feel the exciting burning sensation all the way up into her bowels! It hurt, but it was the most stimulating pain that she had ever experienced in her young sheltered life!
Harold held the young girl's hips in his powerful hands and began sliding his cock in and out of her ravaged rectum. It was tight, so tight that he experienced pain every time that he lunged into her bowels and stretched the foreskin on his blood-inflated prick. His balls seemed to be roaring in his ears, and Harold realized that he wouldn't be able to hold out long in this position.
Reaching down between the beautiful girl's tender thighs, he placed the tip of his finger on her erect, quivering clitoris and began massaging it while he mercilessly drove his raging prick into her ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Debby cried excitedly when she felt him touch her sensitive bud. She was already very excited from the penetration of his long thick penis in her bowels and his manipulation of her sensitive clit drove her wild with passion. She braced her knees against the edge of the bed and began humping her ass into his driving crotch. She bucked obscenely into his raging penis and began pounding her young fists against the blanket. The combination of his penetration of her supersensitive anal canal and the tip of his finger flicking against and mashing her clitoris was too much for the inexperienced young girl. Her legs gave and she fell forward on the bed, pulling him down on top of her, his pile-driving hips nailing her to the bouncing mattress.
"Yyyyieeeeee!" Her short but loud scream pierced the silence of the room when she felt a dam burst inside her, flooding her rectum with a load of searing, hot sperm. She gripped the blanket in her clawing hands and held on for dear life as a fantastic explosion seemed to rip her tortured body apart. Tears of joy gushed from her eyes and she felt her body erupt into a roaring ball of flame just before her muscles relaxed and she dropped into a faint.
Harold gritted his teeth as his balls pumped their cargo into the beautiful girl's virginal young ass. He felt her go limp and it took every ounce of strength remaining in his spent body to lift himself free of the girl's marvelously passionate flesh. He watched his thoroughly spent organ slide out of her ravaged rectum and he silently wondered if he had ever enjoyed any girl's body as much as he had Debby's.
He stood trembling at the side of the bed for several minutes, gazing down at the girl's inert body. When the strength slowly began flowing through his body again, he gently picked Debby up and placed her on her back and covered her with the blanket.
Harold was pleased to see her eyes flutter open as he finished dressing.
"I have some important errands now," he said softly, coming over to the bed and placing his hand gently on her forehead. "You get some rest and I'll see you when I get back tonight."
Debby smiled but didn't say a word as Harold unlocked the door and left the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harold Sorenson stepped out of the phone booth in the lobby of the quaint Barcelona Hotel on the lake and walked down to the large patio that doubled as an outdoor restaurant and bar. The operator had assured him that she would send a bellboy down as soon as his call to San Francisco came through.
"Una botella de Pont Laveque," he told the waiter, ordering his favorite Argentine burgundy. In the short time that he had been in the country Harold had acquired a taste for the excellent Argentine wines. He was no expert on wines, but he knew that these were as good, if not actually better, than any that he had ever tasted.
Harold had, in fact, become quite attracted to Argentina. The low cost of living was amazing. What meals he had eaten in restaurants had been excellent, and the average price had been about a dollar and a half for a full dinner.
The lake was filled with boats. People were sailing and water-skiing, and a number of fishermen had lines in from the bridge. It was Saturday and he wondered if the lake was this crowded every weekend. He knew that this lake village of San Carlos was a popular resort area. It was located between La Cumbre in the mountains and C�rdoba, one of Argentina's largest industrial cities. Harold thought that a majority of the people on the lake were probably from C�rdoba, getting away from the busy city for a pleasant weekend.
For the past day or so, Harold had been considering settling down in Argentina when this assignment was over. A sudden display of money in San Francisco might draw the attention of the Internal Revenue Service, and Harold wondered just how safe he would be in the same city with Matthew Harmon and Debby. If they ever decided to blow the whistle on him, he might have a difficult time keeping his hide out of jail.
But with over four hundred thousand dollars in Argentina, he could pretty well write his own ticket. He could buy a ranch and live like a king without a worry in the world. The country had a great deal of natural beauty, and Harold found the people interesting and friendly
"Senor Maldonado, ya tienen su llamada," the bellboy said, telling Harold that his call was ready and waiting. Harold used a different name each time he placed a long-distance call.
"Gracias," Harold said, handing the bellboy a two-peso tip and following him back into the lobby. He was anxious to hear what Benny had found out. There had to be a good reason why Matthew Harmon wanted his sister kidnapped and turned into a sex machine. Nobody paid half a million dollars for this type of service without a good reason, and Harold wanted to know just how the cards were stacked in this game that he was playing in.
"Benny?" he said, picking up the phone.
"Right on, Harold baby," the voice said with a clarity that made it sound like he was in the same building rather than thousands of miles away.
"Get anything?" Harold asked.
"About an hour ago. This is going to cost you, baby. I laid five small ones on a broad."
"Okay, okay, I told you I'd pay," Harold said impatiently, "just fill me in."
"Old man Harmon cashed in a few days ago," Benny said. "His will ain't been read yet, but this chick got me a photo copy. Everything goes to the broad, providing she's a good girl."
"What does that mean?" Harold asked.
"A morals clause. Old man must have been a real non-swinger. The will provides that if either of the heirs has been balling around, the other one gets the cake. Chick says she heard her boss estimate the estate to be worth over a hundred million. Lot of bread."
"You can say that again!" Harold said with a low whistle.
"Is that the dope you wanted?" Benny asked. "I think so," Harold said slowly. "Any mention of the broad in the papers up there?"
"Just a line in the story about the old man's death. Said she was in shock, or something like that, and would return from her trip after a short rest."
"Funeral?"
"Today. Can't remember the place, but it was one of them fancy joints. Need anything more?"
"You might do some footwork for me. Check out Matthew Harmon's private life. Don't let anyone know you're on him, though. Can you handle it?"
"A bill a day, plus expenses," Benny said.
"Okay. I'll be in touch."
Harold returned to the patio to sip his wine and ponder on the information that Benny had supplied. He had never heard of a morals clause in a will before and something in his memory about general law and inheritance made him wonder if such a clause would hold water if it was challenged in court. Few people would risk the publicity of such an action, he mused as he stared out at the graceful sailboats slicing through the deep blue water.
The morals clause explained Matthew Harmon's caper. It was a lousy thing for a brother to pull on his sister, but the stakes were high. Over a hundred million dollars! It was hard to believe that Debby Harmon was worth that much money. And her brother, with Harold's help, was about to take it all away from her.
Harold also now understood why Matthew Harmon had suddenly doubled the stakes in the assignment. When he set the plan in motion, it had been preparation for the future - the gathering of evidence to be used at some undetermined future date. Then the father died and it was a case of now or never for Matthew Harmon. And with a hundred million dollars at stake, Matthew Harmon could afford to be generous to the group who would make it all possible for him.
Storing this information along with the seedling of an idea away in his mind, Harold signaled the waiter for his bill. He still had things to do before this day ended. First, he had to call Matthew Harmon, and Harold intended to drive into C�rdoba for that. At this point he wanted to play his hand with every ounce of caution possible. Thus far he had seen no evidence that a search for Debby was underway in Argentina, but that didn't mean that the authorities weren't conducting an investigation. And calls to San Francisco might very well be under monitor. A call from C�rdoba would be more difficult to trace than a call from any of the small villages near the lake or in the mountains. If any investigation was underway, several calls from the same area would certainly be suspect.
The drive into C�rdoba took Harold through a lovely mountain pass that dropped into a lush green valley leading to the large industrial city. C�rdoba itself reminded Harold of Pittsburg. It was a gray, dull, uninteresting city devoted primarily to heavy industry. A guidebook that Harold had purchased said that C�rdoba was one of the oldest cities in Argentina and that the area was noted for its colonial architecture. The colonial buildings were in evidence, but in Harold's opinion C�rdoba lacked charm and character. It was a sprawling mass of industry hugging a wide river that flowed through the valley.
Recently, C�rdoba had become known as the center of Marxist guerrilla activity. A total of eleven prominent people had been kidnapped in the area, which was one reason that Harold had chosen the city as a base in his original plan. This was also why he wanted to make all of his calls to Matthew Harmon from C�rdoba.
He parked one block off the main plaza and walked to the Hotel Antigua to place his call. He was fifteen minutes late on the time that they had agreed upon, but Harold felt confident that Matthew Harmon would be waiting. The station-to-station call went through in record time.
"I'm glad you called," Matthew's voice said above the low static on the line. "Was everything all right on the shipment?"
"Yes, sir,' Harold responded, avoiding the use of names as they had agreed now that the possibility of wire tapping existed.
"Good," Matthew said. "And when will you be ready to process the order?"
"Everything is in preparation now," Harold replied. "Once the order has gone through the print machine, we'll be ready to process at any time. Perhaps you can give me instructions on how you want this handled now."
"Yes, of course. But first, let me say that time is very important at the moment. Our clients are demanding prompt delivery. Do you think you will be able to process the order tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow! That's terribly short notice, sir," Harold responded, smiling to himself about Matthew's obvious rush now that his father was gone. "As I said, we have to put the order through the print machine."
"And how long will that take?"
"I can't honestly say, sir," Harold said. "It's possible that we could do it tonight or tomorrow, but it's impossible to state with any real certainty. I know you want quality."
"Absolutely! That's a must! Any effort you can make to speed it up will be appreciated. Our clients might become suspicious if we delay much more. Now here's how this should be handled. The invoice will be made out in the amount we originally discussed, and that should be delivered to the American Embassy for certification. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Payment will be made in the amount we agreed on the other day, double the first figure. The payment will be sealed to cover any variation. You may use your usual flair for these things in deciding how the payment should be received. I trust you'll cover all contingencies in that department."
"Naturally," Harold responded.
"Delivery of the merchandise can perhaps best be coordinated through the embassy. The documentation..."
"I'll be glad to bring that up myself," Harold interrupted. "It would be best to minimize the chance of exposure, don't you think?"
"All right," Matthew Harmon said after a moment's hesitation. "But if you want, I can arrange for someone to pick it up from you down there."
"That won't be necessary, sir," Harold replied. "Everything is under control. Unless something comes up, I won't talk to you again until I deliver the documentation."
"Is there anywhere I can reach you?" Matthew asked quickly.
"No," Harold replied. "But don't be concerned. Everything is going exactly the way you want. I'm sure I'll be seeing you shortly."
Harold had to wait fifteen minutes for the charges on the call to come through. He paid the hotel cashier and then drove out to the airport to turn the rented car in to the agency. From there he took a taxi back to town and spent the next hour and a half bargaining with a dealer over the purchase of a used Torino, the luxury car built by Renault in Argentina. The car was three years old and appeared to be in good condition. He paid cash in pesos and had the dealer register the car to a name that he had picked from the C�rdoba telephone directory.
To Harold Sorenson, who had struggled most of his life to make ends meet, spending over two thousand dollars on a car that he would use for no more than a week seemed like a terrible waste. But the game was dangerous, and the stakes were high. With the documentation required by the car-rental agency, it was too easy to trace the vehicle back to Harold-and erasing any tracks that could lead to him was worth any price at this point.
Harold's last stop in C�rdoba was at a photographic supply house where he purchased the items that George had noted on a list of things that he would need. He loaded the supplies in the trunk of the Torino and began the long drive back to La Cumbre.
George Munroe, the man that Harold had chosen for the photography part of this caper, was becoming a source of concern to Harold. George was nobody's fool. The fact that he had managed to survive for years in the dog-eat-dog world of commercial photography attested the man's cunning and shrewdness. Some of the idle, casual questions that George had asked in the past several days alerted Harold to the fact that that the photographer was looking for a way to make more than the agreed-upon ten thousand dollars for his part in this assignment.
It's too late to replace him now, Harold mused to himself as he drove through the lake village of San Carlos and headed for the mountain retreat at La Cumbre, so I'll have to watch George-like a hawk. Harold knew that the one thing that he had to guard against was George making duplicates of any of the films taken of Debby.
* * * *
The sun had set and it was dark when Harold pulled the Torino up behind the chalet. He gathered up the supplies and locked the car.
"Well, our fearless leader has returned," Hank said when Harold walked into the living room. "And how is the outside world?"
"Calm and quiet," Harold returned. "Anything going on here?"
"The phone rang this afternoon," Danny Sedonisa said.
"You didn't answer it?" Harold demanded.
"No," George Munroe replied as he helped Harold sort out the supplies. "But in case you didn't know, that's a lot easier said than done. A phone ringing triggers an urgent desire to answer it. It's sort of a compulsion to pick the damned thing up, but we remembered your warning and exerted will over the compulsive desire."
"For a minute," Hank added, "we thought it was you with the code, but it just went on ringing."
"Who the hell would be calling here?" George asked.
"I was wondering the same thing," Harold said quietly. "It might have been a friend of the owner of the chalet checking to see if he was up here for the weekend."
"Or it might have been the agent you rented the joint from," Danny added.
"In any event," Harold said, "I think that it's time to get on with the show and wrap this thing up as soon as possible. I talked to our client and he'd like to get things moving tomorrow."
"That suits me," Hank said. "I'm starting to get cabin fever in this joint, and I've got plans for my ten grand back in the States."
"Me, too," Danny agreed. "I've had my eye on a little bar in the Mission District and with this ten grand I can just about handle it."
"But are we ready?" George Munroe asked, checking the items that Harold had purchased off his list.
"That depends," Harold said. "Did you cut that hole in the closet wall upstairs?"
"Yeah," Hank replied. "Like you suggested, we had the broad down here in the living room all afternoon and George and me cut the holes and set the cameras up while Danny watched her. We even set up a makeshift lighting rig. All we got to do now is screw those flood lamps in, isn't it, George?"
"Right," George responded. "I'll need about five minutes to make some meter readings and we're set to shoot. But from what Danny says, the broad was real uptight down here this afternoon. Nervous as a cat and brooding."
"Yeah," Danny added, "she couldn't seem to sit still, and a couple of times she had tears in her eyes. You know how women are."
"Okay," Harold said, "I'll go up and talk to her. You get your equipment ready, George. If we can go tonight, we'll go. And you two get ready, Danny and Hank."
"That's one part of this I don't mind at all," Danny said with a laugh. "She's got some figure on her!"
"It wouldn't hurt to take up some booze to loosen her up a little," George added.
"She don't drink," Danny said. "She told me that today."
"She might take wine," Harold commented. "That's not a bad idea, George. There's a fresh bottle of that good burgundy in the kitchen."
He took the bottle and climbed the stairs to unlock the door to the master suite.
"Hi," Debby!" he greeted her as he walked in and closed the door.
"Hi," she responded listlessly as she sat stark naked in the chair by the dresser.
"Sounds like you're down in the dumps," Harold remarked. "Here, let's have a glass of wine. That should lift your spirits."
"I don't drink," she said quietly.
"Neither do I," Harold said with a smile. "Not liquor, anyway. But wine is different. It relaxes you without intoxicating you. Ever try it?"
"No."
"Well, come on, let's have a glass together and talk about what's bothering you." He poured two glasses of the rich burgundy and handed one to the depressed girl. She accepted the glass and automatically placed it to her lips.
"Umm! That's good," she said, showing a small spark of enthusiasm for the first time since he had entered the room.
"I think these Argentine wines are as good as I've tasted in my life," Harold remarked as he sat down on the arm of her chair. "Now tell me what's bugging you."
"Everything! What's going to become of me? You know, when you're all alone like this you have plenty of time to think. You can't run out and lose your problems by going to a movie or mixing with a bunch of people at some party. You have to face them, and believe me that's no fun."
"Things aren't that bad, Debby," Harold said soothingly, pleased to see that she was taking long swallows of wine.
"Oh, that's easy for you to say! When this is all over, you'll go on with your life. You'll be richer from the ransom you collect, I suppose, but you have your life all planned. What happens to me? I can't go back to my old life. There's nothing left. You've destroyed that. Can I have some more wine, please? You're right, it's very good."
Debby pulled herself out of the chair and began walking around the room nervously, sipping regularly from the glass that she held in her hand.
"What is there for me?" she said. "I couldn't even become a successful prostitute. I'm too old!"
Harold felt an itch begin in his balls as he watched the lovely girl's naked body while she walked idly about the room, but he forced the erotic thoughts from his mind. The telephone call at the chalet that afternoon bothered him and he wanted to wrap this thing up as quickly as he could.
"You'd make a great whore, Debby," he laughed, "and you're by no means too old, but that's no life for you. Why can't you return to your old life, spicing it up a little with some sex?"
"You don't know my father!" she replied, draining her glass and bringing it to him for another refill. "Besides, I'm through being a dull, vapid hypocrite! Say, this wine is wonderful! As usual, you were right. I feel much more relaxed. You know, I think you know more about me than I do. Where will you go when this is all over, Harold?"
"I don't know, Debby," Harold remarked as he again filled her glass. She was getting high and he was beginning to feel that the wine might put her in the mood for what he had planned for her. "I can't explain right now, but this whole thing has turned out to be something different than what I originally thought. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do."
"You mean my father won't pay the ransom?" Debby laughed. "It would serve you right. He's tight when he wants to be."
"No, that's not it. The ransom will be paid in the next couple of days," Harold replied.
"That's too bad," she laughed. "I thought that maybe you'd be stuck with me. Poetic justice! Wow, I'm a little dizzy. Are you sure you can't become intoxicated on wine?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed to clear her head.
"You'd have to consume a hell of a lot of it," Harold chuckled. "And getting stuck with you wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to me, young lady. You're one hell of a girl."
"I wish I believed that," she returned. "Is there any more wine?"
"Oh, I imagine we can squeeze one more glass out of the bottle," Harold replied, picking up the sex magazine that he had carefully selected from the stack on the dresser and carrying it along with the wine to sit next to her on the bed. He filled her glass and began flipping casually through the magazine. This particular one was devoted to a series of photos of two men and one girl.
Debby drained her glass in two swallows and giggled when she looked at the magazine that Harold held in his hands.
"Wow, I've got an urgent call," she exclaimed. "Must be the wine. I'll be right back."
"Hey," Harold called after her, "why don't you take a nice hot shower to relax. I have to go downstairs, but I'll be back."
"It's not very polite to tell a girl that she stinks," Debby laughed over her shoulder. "But a hot shower sounds good."
As soon as she closed the door to the bathroom, Harold carefully placed the magazine on the bed and went quickly to the door. He waited until he heard the water running in the shower, then whistled for his team.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Debby emerged from the bathroom, she found the bedroom empty. Her eyes squinted with the bright light. Having never been drunk in her life, the innocent girl didn't realize that she was intoxicated. Everything seemed a little strange to her, so she paid no attention to the extra light coming from the series of flood lamps installed near the ceiling in the corners of the room.
She suppressed a giggle when she almost lost her balance as she walked to the bed. Debby picked up her wine glass and pouted when she found that it was empty. The bottle also proved to be empty, and Debby replaced it on the night-stand. She sighed and idly picked up the erotic magazine that Harold had left on the bed. Debby couldn't remember looking at this magazine before. The girl in the photos was an attractive, petite blonde with an average body. She was flanked by two handsome men with excitingly long penises, and the girl was obviously enjoying herself immensely.
A familiar tingling sensation began in the golden nest between Debby's luxurious thighs. She found that the sight of a girl holding two lovely sex organs in her hands was very stimulating. She became even more aroused when she looked at the following pages to see the girl taking one penis and then the other into her mouth.
Debby patted the pillows up against the headboards and crawled up to a relaxed position on the bed. There was no mistaking the desire sweeping through her body. Debby still had trouble believing that it was her body reacting like this! It seemed like she couldn't get enough sex! And every time she looked at the erotic photos, she was immediately transformed into a bitch in heat. She sighed, hoping that Harold would return soon, and opened the magazine again.
Behind the closed door to the closet, Harold stood next to George Munroe in the darkness. It was a large, walk-in closet, but with all of George's photographic equipment they were crowded for room.
"I think she's as ready as she'll ever be," Harold whispered quietly to George.
George nodded his head and tapped lightly on the back wall of the closet. Almost immediately, they heard the door to the room open.
Debby looked up when she heard the door open and saw Hank and Danny enter the room.
"Hi baby!" Hank greeted. "Harold sent us to tell you that he had to run out for a while. He said we should bring up a bottle of wine and have a little party."
"But he said he'd be right back!" Debby protested as the two lean men approached the bed.
"Change in plans," Danny remarked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pouring Debby's glass full of wine from the bottle that he carried with him.
"Anyway," Hank added, "two cocks are better than one for a party. What are you reading?"
Debby blushed and quickly placed the erotic magazine out of his reach on the other side of the bed. She accepted the glass of wine and took a long swallow as she studied the two men. Both of them had made love to her when she was tied to the bed. Hank was taller than Danny and wore his jet-black hair slicked down. He had a mean, cold, vacant stare in his eyes that frightened Debby every time that she saw him. Danny always wore an open, warm, and sympathetic expression on his face and Debby liked him. He had broader shoulders and a fuller chest than Hank, but he was equally as lean and muscular.
"Hey, it's too warm in here for all these clothes," Danny said, standing and starting to undress.
"Yeah," Hank agreed, following Danny's lead. "How about some more wine, baby?"
"Okay," Debby replied, trying to pull her eyes away from Danny's swaying penis as he pulled his shorts off. She blushed as the photos in the magazine flashed through her mind as she looked at the two men standing stark naked before her. Their organs hung down between their hairy legs like miniature elephant trunks. She could feel her temperature rise as her heart began beating faster.
Debby argued in her mind that she didn't want either of these men, but the sight of their naked bodies and their organs hanging down from their bushy crotches seemed to ignite something in her system. She wondered what it would be like to have two men at the same time, just like the petite blonde in the magazine. She drained her glass of wine and sighed as she gave into the powerful urge sweeping through her. Placing the glass on the nightstand, the intoxicated girl reached out and grasped a penis in each hand.
The touch of their cocks in her warm hands shot an electric charge racing through the inexperienced young girl's veins. Her breath caught in her throat and she could feel her heart beating wildly in her breast.
Debby was too excited and intoxicated to hear the steady muffled clicking of the 35mm camera behind the wall of the closet. Nor did she hear the whirring sound of the 16mm motion picture camera when George flipped it on as she reached out to the men standing by the bed.
George turned to Harold and nodded his head, indicating that the situation couldn't be better.
Harold smiled in the darkness as he carefully studied the equipment that George Munroe had in operation. His attention returned to the peep hole when he heard Hank speak.
"Say, we can have a real party! Why don't you dip your tongue into her cunt, Danny? Let's make her feel real good! How about some more wine, baby?"
"Yes, please," she said softly, spreading her legs wide apart as Danny climbed on the bed and knelt between her thighs.
"I've got just the way to give it to you, baby," Hank laughed, filling her empty glass and holding it as he climbed up on the bed. He knelt beside her head, carefully choosing the angle that he and George had discussed that afternoon.
"Oooooohhh!" Debby moaned when she felt Danny's tongue slip into her vaginal opening and caress her clitoris. She could feel the blood rushing into the sensitive organ as his slithering tongue teased it fully awake. Looking up, her vision was filled with the sight of Hank's long hard prick poised above her face.
The young girl watched with fascination as Hank slowly dipped his straining organ into the glass of wine. When he brought it out of the glass, it was covered with a light coat of the deep-red burgundy. Several drops fell on the bed as he guided it to her mouth.
"Here's your wine, baby," Hank laughed. "Lick it clean and I'll give you some more."
Debby realized why she disliked this man, He was so crude! Yet the sight of his rigid penis covered with burgundy seemed to hypnotize her. She reached out and grasped the base of his throbbing prick in her fingers. She knew that this was a low, vile, degrading thing that he was doing to her, but in her intoxicated state she thought that she deserved whatever they did to her as punishment for what she had become. Maybe if she let them do everything they wanted to her, if she satisfied their every desire, she could redeem her sins and be free again.
Debby parted her lips and darted her tongue out to bring it to the swollen knob at the tip of his straining penis. Holding the base of his rod securely in her hand, she began licking the long, gnarled shaft. She could taste the wine mixed with the salty flavor of his sex and she found it strangely exciting. She nuzzled the blood-engorged penis beneath her nose and inhaled the fragrance of the wine, running her tongue back and forth along the underside of his hardened length.
Hank felt his balls begin expanding as he watched the pretty young girl adoringly caress his tormentingly pulsing cock. She was everything that he hated. A rich bitch who snubbed her nose at men like Hank. And watching her nuzzle and lick his prick excited the hell out of him.
Danny was burrowing into her rich, golden pussy. She had obviously washed her cunt when she showered. The fresh odor of soap still lingered in her fur-lined slit. He rammed his tongue an inch into her hot vagina and felt the muscles in her thighs spasm. Then he ran his tongue up the length of her sweet, delicious slit and began teasing her erect, quivering clitoris. The size of her clitoris fascinated him. He had never seen one that large before, and he loved the way that it trembled and strained beneath his tongue. Pursing his lips, he captured the ripe bud and slowly sucked it into his mouth.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Debby moaned, straining her hips to arch her crotch against the boy's face.
"Time for more wine, baby," Hank remarked, taking his organ and again dipping it into the wine glass filled with the rich wine. "This time, take it in your mouth and suck it clean."
Debby's body was raging with fire. She grasped Hank's dripping wet penis and guided the inflated head to her sensuous lips. She held it poised there for a moment while her body strained against Danny's face. Then she ovaled her soft lips and slipped the head of his blood-inflated penis inside the wet circle. Debby-brought her head up, sliding his hard penis all the way down her throat as the combination of wine and his lubricating fluids filled her taste buds. She felt his hairy balls scrape against her tender chin as she began sliding his rigid, pulsing prick in and out of her warm mouth.
Harold Sorenson in the closet felt his cock begin straining against his pants as he watched Debby take on the two men through the peep hole. He found the transformation that had taken place in this innocent girl in a matter of days almost impossible to believe! She had gone full circle from prudish virgin to the complete sex machine! He wondered briefly just what kind of person Debby Harmon really was?
Harold saw Danny remove his dripping wet face from Debby's pussy and pull himself into a kneeling position between her lewdly splayed legs. Danny was holding his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched Debby slide Hank's prick in and out of her mouth. As Harold watched, Danny slowly guided his throbbing prick to Debby's moist cunt. Lodging the inflated head in the cuntal slit, Danny braced himself and jerked his hips to send his hard cock plummeting to the hilt in her quivering belly.
Debby was so aroused that she almost exploded when she felt a swollen penis lunge to the boiling depths of her womb! Hank's rigid, pulsing organ completely filled her mouth, and now her vagina was stuffed with an equally large and very much alive cock! Suddenly, Debby knew how the girl in the magazine must have felt. Two live, throbbing, distended pricks in a girl's body at the same time were enough to drive her wild!
She tried to match Danny's long, deep thrusts into her vagina by bobbing her head up and down the length of Hank's prick in her mouth. His balls beat a rhythm on her tender chin, setting a mystic cadence with Danny's balls bouncing and slapping the cheeks of her soft ass. Beads of perspiration broke out all over her voluptuous young body as her animal desires pulled and jerked her muscles in straining unison with the two men venting their lust inside her warm flesh.
"Christ!" George Munroe whispered in the dark closet as he reached down and flicked the shutters on two still cameras while the motion-picture camera whirred. "She puts Linda Lovelace to shame!"
"Are you getting it on film?" Harold whispered, watching George's every move in the darkened closet.
"You'd better believe it! Meter readings are perfect. And look at that girl take those two pricks!"
"Danny and Hank aren't doing too bad themselves," Hank Chuckled softly.
Debby hung onto Hank's throbbing penis for all she was worth when an intense orgasm gripped her ravaged body. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but she didn't want to take the lust-incited thickness of his prick out of her mouth. Her entire body seemed to explode and become a mass of quivering jelly as she came and came. She couldn't seem to stop cumming! Danny's cock was flying in and out of her vagina like a racing plunger! His wiry pubic hair was grinding against her distended clitoris with every downstroke, making her body quake with a series of continuous explosions.
Suddenly, both of the pricks inside her seemed to swell up to twice their size! She felt the river of searing hot sperm jetting into her vagina first and she arched her hips to take him even deeper inside her burning womb. But even as she moved, she felt another hot river splashing against the roof of her tender mouth as Hank's balls exploded.
The bursting of these two dams almost simultaneously in her superheated body triggered another orgasm in the young girl, a climax almost twice as intense as the one that she had just experienced. Debby's muscles jerked with sharp quaking spasms and it was all that she could do to keep from fainting with the fantastic pleasure that scorched every nerve ending in her tortured young body.
"That was good, baby!" Hank sighed, pulling his deflating cock from her hot, hungry mouth. His balls drained and his knees were weak when he climbed off the bed to get the bottle of wine and fill their glasses.
Danny pulled his spent body over Debby's soft, graceful leg and sat on the edge of the bed. He picked up the erotic magazine that Debby had been looking at when they arrived and began idly going through it.
Debby thought that her body would never stop trembling! She felt inundated with the juices of sex. Some of Hank's copious viscous cum dribbled from the corner of her lips and down her chin. Danny's load of hot semen was oozing out of her vagina and running down the crevice between the luscious asscheeks. She tensed her muscles to stop the trembling in her arm as she accepted a glass of wine from Hank. Bringing her head up, she took a long swallow of the mellow red burgundy and felt it wash down what remained of Hank's love juice in her throat.
A whispered argument was in progress in the closet while the three people on the bed relaxed and sipped wine.
"That should be enough!" Harold said.
"Don't be silly!" George Munroe whispered hoarsely. "I flipped the movie camera off when they stopped and there's at least another ten minutes of unexposed film on the reel. We can't afford to take chances. Some of the damnedest things can happen in photography. That's why we always take five or ten shots for every one we use. We'll wait and see if they start up again. If they do, I'll grab what's left on the reel to make sure we get something decent."
"Okay," Harold relented reluctantly, "but just finish off what you have in the cameras. That will be more than we'll ever need. Christ, it's cramped in here!"
"That's the price you pay when you work for the big boys," George chuckled.
Harold turned to study George's face in the darkened room. The photographer's hint wasn't lost on Harold. Although he had carefully tried to keep Debby's identity secret from the men, George apparently knew who she was. Danny's voice in the room brought Harold's attention back to the peep hole.
"Hey, this is the kind of work I should get!" Danny laughed, holding the erotic magazine up. "I wonder what they pay these studs to ball these chicks?"
"Hell," Hank chuckled, "you wouldn't last a week!"
"But what a week!" Danny responded. "Wow get a load of this!"
"Come on, baby," Hank said, taking Debby's arm and pulling her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed between the two men, "let's look at the pretty pictures together."
Debby gulped the remainder of her wine and placed the glass on the floor beside the bed. A warm, heavy mist covered her mind. The innocent, confused captive girl was suddenly no longer herself. This wasn't happening to her. It was somebody else sitting between two naked men on a bed in a strange room. She was both an individual and a thousand people at once. It was a pleasant, ethereal feeling that swept through her and wrapped her tender young body in a caressing, comfortable blanket. Debby had to blink her eyes a half a dozen times to focus on the magazine that Danny held open on her lap.
When the blurred images cleared, Debby had to suppress a desire to giggle. The blonde in the photo was sitting between two nude men, her pretty face beaming as she held a rigid penis in each hand. Debby stared at the photo and felt a transformation take place. Suddenly she was the girl in the photo and Hank and Danny were the men. She reached out with both arms and grasped a cock in each hand. A sense of security swept through her body as she wrapped her fingers around the two sex organs. Both were wet and slippery and only partially erect as she squeezed them and began stroking them gently.
Debby's head was swimming with the wine in her veins and she had a difficult time focusing her eyes when Danny flipped the page in the magazine. Gradually, the image became clear and she saw the blonde pumping one of the men's rigid cocks while she held her head in the other man's lap and took his long organ in her mouth.
The young girl's identification with the blonde in the magazine was so complete that she felt she had to do everything that the girl was doing. Grasping Hank's rapidly inflating penis firmly in her right hand, Debby leaned down and placed her head in Danny's lap. She pulled his partially erect prick to her full sensuous lips and captured the growing bulb at the tip in her warmly moist mouth.
Danny's sigh when she pulled his bloated shaft into her hungry mouth covered the sounds of the clicking and whirring hidden cameras. Danny closed his eyes and wondered how his wife would react in a situation like this. Mary had been quite a swinger before they were married, but marriage had turned her into a loyal, rather-straight-laced wife. He felt Debby's luscious mouth slide all the way down his hardened erection and he wondered what it would be like being married to a girl like this. She was one horny bitch!
Hank could feel the hot, demanding desire flowing through his body while he watched Debby's pretty face working in Danny's lap. Her full, sexy lips were stretched around Danny's gleaming shaft and her full cheeks puffed out and sank in as she sucked on his turgid cock. Her pumping hand in Hank's lap was making his balls rumble. Blood was gushing into his organ, inflating it like a balloon tied into an air compressor.
Hank reached over and slipped the magazine out of Danny's relaxed fingers and began going through the erotic pages while he allowed the girl's hand to stroke his prick into a throbbing pole that stood straight out from his crotch.
The sensation of the innocent young girl's hand working his prick while he looked at the erotic photos brought Hank to a fever pitch. It was like having an erotic fantasy! His prick strained and began quivering in her relentless hand when he stared at a page that showed the blonde standing beside a bed, leaning dawn and blowing one of the men while the other stood behind her and pumped his cock into her cunt. Hank stared at the page for a long time, then could stand it no longer. His balls were threatening to explode and his prick was begging to be rammed into the young girl's body.
With an effort, Hank pulled himself to his feet and stood beside the bed. He reached down and lifted Debby's lithe body from the mattress and placed her in a standing position in front of Danny.
Debby didn't know what was happening, and she didn't care. She never let Danny's delicious penis out of her mouth. His pulsing blood racing through the raised veins on the length of his hard prick was all that mattered to her. He had been partially soft when she took him in her oral cavity and now he was as hard as a piece of steel. The knowledge that she had accomplished this made the intoxicated young girl's chest swell with pride and excitement!
Hank's cock was straining until it actually hurt as he stood behind the young girl's voluptuous body. Her ass was poised high in the air as she leaned down with her face in Danny's lap. The soft, tender cheeks of her pearl-white buttocks were like illuminated spheres. Hank's eyes slowly, lasciviously swept down Debby's gorgeous legs. Her full, rounded thighs tapered to sculptured knees and fully curved calves.
The crevice of her ass was like a deep furrow ready for the planting of the seeds of pleasure. He stared at her small, puckered, brown asshole, then brought his eyes down to her beautiful, golden fur-lined pussy. Her pubic hair was coated with beads of moisture that made it glisten in the bright flood lights. The entrance to her hot vagina glowed like a bright red beacon calling to him.
Hank took his aching cock in his hand and began stroking it as his lust-filled eyes feasted on the young girl's body. He could see her large clitoris poised between the lips of her pussy.
Stroking his prick obscenely until the swollen head was covered with a light lather of cream, Hank slowly guided his erection between the lush cheeks of her tender ass. He brought the lubricated tip against her clit and rubbed it roughly. The girl's voluptuous body began trembling with the electric excitement of the contact. He mashed her swollen, sensitive clitoris hard, then brought his lust filled cock up and lodged the inflated head in her red hole. Grasping her waist firmly in his strong hands, Hank jerked his hips and leaned in hard to thrust his throbbing, aching cock to the hilt in her steaming hot vagina.
"Uuuuummmmppphhhhh!" Debby's moan of intense pleasure was muffled by Danny's surging penis held snugly in her mouth. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretching as her body was suddenly filled with a live, pulsing organ. It was all she could do to keep her legs straight when a roaring fire coursed through her body. She felt that she was held prisoner between two surging, vibrating pistons plunging into her flesh. Danny's pulsing cock was lodged in her throat and Hank's bludgeoning prick was crushed against her tender cervix. Once again, Debby's tender body was completely stuffed with hard, throbbing pricks and her animal urges became excitingly awake.
As her senses became thoroughly alive, Debby inhaled the heady aroma of Danny's crotch. She could taste her own juices mixed with his as she glided his live penis in and out of her voraciously sucking mouth. The hair on Danny's legs brushed against the sensitive nipples on her bobbing, swaying breasts.
An almost-blinding light penetrated the girl's wine-fogged mind for a brief moment, illuminating the obscene spectacle that she was participating in. She was being used by two animals in a humiliating, degrading manner, but she deserved no less for the wanton woman that she had become. As quickly as it came, the light faded behind the heavy curtain of mist and the innocent girl allowed the electric excitement in her body to consume her being.
She could feel Hank's hard, desire-maddened prick driving slowly in and out of her tender cunt. Her physical sensitivity was so acute that she could feel the pulsing veins on his shaft gouging into the ravaged walls of her vagina. His heavy, swaying balls slapped hard against her erect clitoris, causing her superheated body to quake with each stroke that he thrust into her.
Her hand slipped down to cup Danny's balls and she began caressing them as she moved her mouth faster and faster up and down his delicious cock. She wanted to scream at Hank to lunge his penis harder and faster into her body, but she couldn't bring herself to take Danny's organ from her mouth for even a second.
In the dark closet, Harold's prick was straining against his pants until it ached as he watched the erotic spectacle through the small peep hole. The photographic angle was perfect and he could see Hank's gleaming cock sliding into Debby's golden pussy with each stroke. Her face was profiled to the wall and Harold could see the look of rapture in her eyes as she took Danny's cock deep into her lovely throat. It was the most-erotic scene that Harold had ever witnessed.
He turned to see George Munroe busy reloading one of the still cameras. In that brief moment the expression on the photographer's face rang a warning bell in Harold Sorenson's mind. Intuition told him that George had just reached an important decision. To avoid alerting the photographer that he had been seen in that moment, Harold quickly returned his gaze to the peep hole in the wall of the closet.
Hank's balls began to swell and ache with an urgent demand for release of their boiling hot load. He strengthened his grip on the girl's slender waist and began pumping his wildly jerking cock into her wet cunt as fast as he could. His eyes were glued to the sight of her ass and his blood was pounding in his temples. Hank felt the weight of her body suspended on his raging prick as her knees weakened under his onslaught, and he drove his penis into her with long, hard, vicious strokes.
Danny fell back on the bed. She was biting and nibbling on his blood-filled organ now and her teeth were driving him crazy with pleasure! He arched his hips to counter her bobbing head and drove the swollen head of his cock deep into her pliant throat. A loud roar echoed in his ears when she began pumping his excited balls in her hot hand, and Danny's breath caught in his throat.
Debby no longer had control of her tortured body. Her legs quaked and spasmed as she hung suspended on the hard pole jammed in her ravaged vagina. Her full, tender breasts crushed against Danny's hairy leg as Hank held his prick buried to the hilt inside her and jerked his hips obscenely to ram its swollen head against the entrance to her womb. Small explosions rippled through her chest and belly as she disintegrated in a fiery orgasm that seemed to begin in her toes and roar through her exhausted body like a shot from a cannon.
The blood in Danny's testicles pounded against the palm of her hand, and seconds later she felt the first spurts of sperm explode from the swollen, throbbing head of his prick to trickle down her throat.
At almost the same moment, boiling jets of Hank's juices erupted in the very depths of her womb, scalding her ravaged and sore vagina as they splashed through her system.
Every muscle in the captive girl's body went lax. She fought desperately against the black cloud that enveloped her for a moment, then fainted.
She was still unconscious when the two men lifted her spent body and stretched her out on the bed.
CHAPTER NINE
Harold was standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil for coffee when he heard the sound outside. He knew that Hank and Danny were in the sack. They had pleaded exhaustion after they had helped remove the photographic equipment and lights from the room, and after a little good-natured ribbing from Harold, they had gone to bed.
Moving silently across the kitchen, Harold stood by the window and listened. The muffled sounds of someone moving about on the gravel driveway broke the silence of the mountain night. Harold reached out and flipped the kitchen switch off. Carefully, he opened the curtain on the kitchen window and stared out into the indigo night. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he made out the form of a man near the car. The trunk of the Torino was open and then man was lifting something into the storage space.
Harold's alert mind recognized the outline of George Munroe's body immediately. He knew that George was up to something, but he hadn't expected the photographer to move this soon. If George was loading the car, that meant that he planned to split. And he wouldn't split without being paid his ten thousand unless he was taking something that he thought was worth a great deal more. The only thing that George could be taking that was worth anything at all were the exposed films.
Harold moved quickly and quietly, crossing through the kitchen and into the living room. His judgment was confirmed when he glanced at the coffee table and noticed that the keys to the Torino were missing. He was moving toward the front door when he heard the door at the back of the house close. Harold stopped in his tracks when he heard heavy footsteps approaching the living room along the hall.
"You still up, George?" Harold asked with a smile when the photographer walked unsuspectingly into the living room. "By the way, have you seen the car keys? After being holed up in that stuffy closet, I thought I'd take a drive and get some fresh air."
"Huh? The car keys? Oh, yeah, yeah," George said, quickly regaining his composure, "I saw them around here someplace. Oh, here they are on the bookcase," he added, turning his back on Harold and pretending to find the keys. "Some fresh air doesn't sound like a bad idea. Mind if I tag along?"
"Sure, let's just take a short ride to clear our lungs."
"Where are Danny and Hank?" George asked, his mind working quickly as he tried to adjust to this sudden change of plans.
"Sacked out."
"And the broad? Is she okay?"
"Sleeping soundly," Harold said casually, hiding the tenseness in his body. "She'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning. Come on, let's get out of here for a while."
"Yeah, sure," George responded. "I'll meet you at the car. Let me pick up a sweater in case it's cold out there."
Harold saw that the trunk was closed as he approached the Torino. He resisted the temptation to open it and inspect the items that George had packed, but he didn't want to tip his hand just yet. He had no sooner started the car than George opened the door on the passenger side and slipped in. Harold noted that George was neither wearing nor carrying a sweater. He also noted that there was a small bulge in the right rear pocket of George's pants. Harold put the car into gear and slowly pulled away from the house. When he reached the road, Harold turned left and headed for the mountains instead of going toward the village of La Cumbre.
"So what do you think of those films we made?" Harold asked.
"Huh? Oh, the pictures. Well, in this racket you never know until they're out of the developing tanks. But these ought to be good. We had everything going for us. The lighting was good. Some shadows, but not bad. The angles were pretty good. I'll have to give the boys credit for that. Hell, I think they should come out great!"
Harold noticed that George's voice was almost an octave higher, and the way that he gripped his knees as he sat staring straight ahead was evidence that he was nervous and tense. Harold decided to press his advantage.
"You know what those pictures are worth, George?"
"Christ, that's your department, isn't it?" George responded. "I figure if you're paying me ten grand for them, they must be worth plenty! Hey, where are we headed?"
"There's a flat spot a few miles up," Harold replied casually. "Great view of the valley and the village. I thought we'd park there and inhale some of this good mountain air."
George remained silent, staring straight ahead as the grade became steeper and the Torino's engine began to labor with the climb.
"Hey, is that snow out there?" he asked as a patch of white flashed by.
"I imagine so," Harold chuckled. "We're up pretty high. They tell me that up here the snow never melts. So you think those films we made are pretty valuable?" Harold added to take the photographer's mind off the solid banks of snow passing by the windows.
"Sure," George replied. "Look, you can pull anything on Hank and Danny, but I wasn't born yesterday. A dame that rich would pay anything for those pictures."
"How do you know she's rich?" Harold asked softly, having his suspicion that George intended to use the photographs for blackmail confirmed.
"I don't," George said almost too quickly. "But she must be, if we kidnapped her for a healthy ransom. For Christ's sake, Harold, don't treat me like a dummy!"
"I wasn't," Harold said quietly as he pulled the Torino slowly off the road into a snow-covered area that was obviously designed as an observation point. "I was just trying to find out how you thought, George. Come on, let's get out and fill our lungs with some pure air."
Harold slipped the car keys into his pocket as he opened the door and stepped out into the hard-packed snow. Somehow, George has found out who Debby is, Harold told himself as he walked slowly around the car. And he intends to blackmail her, probably for the rest of her life, with those photos. Harold heard the passenger door on the Torino open and his mind alerted his body that George Munroe was a dangerous man. He walked to the edge of the observation area and stood looking down at the lights of La Cumbre below with every muscle in his body tense and poised.
"Look down there,' Harold said without turning, "you can see the village."
Harold sensed rather than heard George moving steadily up behind him. His ear picked up the crunch of the photographer's foot stepping on soft snow. If that was a gun that I saw in his back pocket, Harold said to himself, I'll have to time this perfectly.
"Why did you pack all the films in the trunk of the car, George?" Harold said sharply.
"Wha..."
As Harold had counted on, the question caught George Munroe unprepared and surprised him. Harold dug his heel into the snow and spun around with his arm raised. He saw the surprise on George's face as he whipped his arm down and caught the photographer's wrist in a steel grip. He saw George's finger tighten on the trigger of the small automatic that he held in his hand, but it was too late. Harold's body reacted automatically to his judo training and he whipped George's hand up behind his back just as the gun went off. The photographer's body went limp as the bullet entered the back of his head. Harold saw the bloody, gaping hole in the back of George's skull when he released his grip and allowed the man's limp body to fall in the snow.
"You shot yourself, you stupid son-of-a-bitch!" Harold said aloud. He bent down and checked for a pulse in the photographer's lifeless arm. Nobody could live through a bullet in the brain like that, he sighed to himself. Harold knelt by the body for a minute, then walked back to the car and opened the trunk. He fumbled for the flashlight and then began removing the things that George had placed in the trunk.
No wonder he didn't come out with a sweater, Harold said to himself as he lifted George's heavy suitcase out of the back of the Torino. Next was a canvas case filled with George's photographic equipment. Placing the flashlight on the rear fender of the car, Harold carefully went through every item in the two bags. The exposed reels of film were wrapped in George's dirty clothes. Harold counted them and then carefully locked them in the glove compartment of the car.
Lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the Torino, Harold began considering his next move. It was an accidental death, one that took place as the result of Harold's move to defend himself. Still, a police inquiry had to be avoided under the circumstances. George had entered Argentina alone and Harold had taken pains to be sure that no one in the village had ever seen George and that the photographer couldn't be linked to the chalet. Only Hank and Harold himself had ever ventured outside of the chalet.
What would happen if George Munroe simply disappeared? Was there any way that they could link the photographer to Harold? His mind considered every possibility. Argentine Immigrations had simply stamped their passports on arrival. No visa was necessary for tourists. That meant that that there was no official record of George Munroe entering the country. Just the stamp in his passport, and that could be destroyed.
What about San Francisco, Harold asked himself as he stared up at the stars above the peaks of the mountains? George was separated from his wife and Harold was certain that she had no idea where George was. The photographer was bound to have some friends who would miss him at some point. Perhaps he even told someone where he was going just before he left. It will be some time before they start asking questions, Harold reasoned, and even if they reported George missing, what link could be established to me? If George mentioned my name to anyone, all I have to do is say I saw him off on a plane to Europe.
His mind made up, Harold began looking for a way to conceal the photographer's body. He kicked the snow and found that it was about six inches deep and hard packed in the parking area. He found that a ravine dropped off near the road and a few feet below the parking area in the ravine there was a bowl-shaped area that looked as if it was filled with what could be deep snow. Taking the tire iron and the base of the jack from the trunk of the car, Harold slid down the short bank.
On top, the snow was relatively soft and loosely packed, but underneath he found hard snow. Harold used the tire iron to break the snow and the base of the jack to scoop it into piles at the sides of the shallow grave that he dug. It was hard work and took him the better part of two hours to crack and scoop up enough snow to leave the long narrow trench.
His hands stung and he wished that he had worn gloves when he pulled himself back up to the parking area. Making two trips, he dropped George Munroe's baggage down into the bowl-like area. Then he walked back and began dragging the photographer's body across the hard-packed snow by the heels.
Harold lowered the body into the trench, then placed the luggage in beside the lifeless form. Scooping the snow back into the trench with the base of the tire jack was slow, tedious work. Twice Harold walked and stamped on the snow to pack it down before he scooped more on top.
When he was finished, Harold stamped the area level. Then he took off his coat and used it to drag across the soft snow on top of the shallow grave to erase the signs of his work. Studying the entire area with the flashlight, Harold decided that his efforts weren't visible from any distance.
In the parking area, Harold dug a small hole to bury the snow that was stained with the photographer's blood. Again, he used his coat to erase the signs of his digging.
Harold's hands were numb and stinging by the time that he climbed behind the wheel of the Torino. He started the engine, put the car in reverse and made a sweep of the entire area with the headlights. By the time he backed onto the road and headed the car down the steep grade, Harold was confident that he had done a neat job. He was relatively positive that no one would find George Munroe's body for a long time. And if winter passed without someone finding the remains of the scheming photographer, George Munroe might well stay where he was for years without being discovered.
His whole body ached when he killed the engine and climbed out of the car at the chalet. The warm air in the valley brought the circulation back to his hands. Harold closed the door quietly to avoid waking up anybody in the chalet. He entered the back door and headed directly for the room that George Munroe had occupied.
The closet and chest of drawers were bare and the room yielded nothing belonging to the photographer when Harold searched it carefully. George didn't intend coming back to the chalet, Harold said to himself as he pulled his weary body erect. The thought that George had obviously intended to kill him sent a shiver rippling down Harold's spine.
Harold barely got his clothes off before he fell on his bed and dropped off in a deep, exhausted sleep. His peaceful, dreamless sleep was interrupted four hours later when the sound of voices in the kitchen reached his ear. With a great effort, he pulled himself out of bed and staggered into the shower. Harold found a long blister on the palm of his right hand as he stood under the steaming, refreshing water. He remembered the events of the night as he looked at the blister. This was the result of hacking the ice-like snow with the tire iron, and Harold wondered if he carried any other marks of his adventure on the mountain.
He pulled on slacks and a lightweight turtleneck and headed for the kitchen.
"Hi, boss," Danny greeted Harold as he walked into the kitchen. "Have you seen George?"
"He split last night," Harold replied casually.
"Split?" Hank said.
"Yeah. I think he had ants in his pants or something," Harold remarked. "He told me his work was done and that he wanted to split. So I paid him off and let him go. Even drove him to the village so he could catch that one-o'clock bus that goes through."
"Well, how about us?" Hank asked.
"Just be patient," Harold said. "It's almost over now. I need you two for the last act. You're going into Buenos Aires today, Danny. Hank will drive you to C�rdoba and you catch a plane. You'll deliver a note for me, then we'll meet you there tomorrow night."
"This is it?" Danny asked.
"This is it, fellows, and with any luck we'll be on our way back to the States in about seventy-two hours. And because you've done so well, I'm adding five grand to each of your stakes."
"Five grand extra!" Hank said with a low whistle. "Harold, any time you have a caper, you just call me. I like to work for a man who takes care of his guys."
"That goes for me, too!" Danny added. "Hey, who left the damned coffee pot burning all night? Look at it! It's burned to a fuckin' crisp! How are we supposed to make coffee?"
"I guess I'm guilty," Hank said with a laugh. "I remember I was boiling some water for a cup when George got ants in his shorts to split out. I guess I forgot and left the pot burning. Isn't there a big pot down there below the sink? Christ, I'm dying for some plasma! And why don't you two have breakfast right away? I want Danny to get to Buenos Aires before noon. I'll fix something for our guest and myself after you two leave. Hank, see if we have enough food to get by here for a couple of days. If not, make a list and pick up some supplies on your way back from C�rdoba."
"Right!"
With a map spread out on the floor in the living room, Harold carefully rechecked the plan that he had developed earlier for the ransom pickup. It involved a minimum amount of risk, and Harold was confident that Matthew Harmon wouldn't attempt a double-cross as long as Harold held the films. That was why he insisted on delivering the films in person.
Hank and Danny joined him in the living room after breakfast and Harold went through the plan with them.
"Hank delivered the first note," Harold said, "so it's better to use you on this one, Danny."
"It's simple," Hank added. "There's a Marine guard in the lobby. The embassy offices are all upstairs and in order to get to the elevator people have to get a pass from the Marine. The Marine's desk gets jammed with people requesting passes every now and then, and that's when you move. When he is snowed under with people, you slip up and leave the envelope on his desk and split. People won't even notice you."
"Then take in a movie or whatever you want," Harold said. "You hole up at the pad we rented and we'll be there tomorrow night. Pack all your gear, we won't be coming back here."
"I'm ready," Danny said brightly.
"Here's some money for the plane and taxis," Harold said, handing Danny two one-hundred-dollar bills. He watched the men leave and then went into the kitchen and prepared a Bloody Mary liberally laced with vodka. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he headed upstairs to the master suite.
"Good morning," he said brightly as he walked into the bedroom and found Debby still in bed, her voluptuous body covered with the blanket.
"Please!" she said in an anguished voice. "Just leave me alone, please." She turned away to stare at the wall.
"Feeling a little rocky?"
"Rotten," she replied. "Please leave me alone."
"You consumed quite a bit of wine last night, Debby," Harold said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"That's not all," Debby sighed.
"Well, drink this and you'll feel a lot better. It's a guaranteed cure for what ails you."
"What is it, poison?" she said sarcastically.
"Come on, Debby," Harold continued patiently. "This will make you feel better right away."
"What is it?" she asked, turning listlessly to face him. "I doubt it will help me at all."
"Tomato juice with some spices. Guaranteed. Do it for me."
Debby grimaced as she took the tall glass from his hand. She tried to bring it to her face, then quickly held it away.
"I'll vomit if I try to put that in my stomach!"
"No, you won't. I know how you feel, and believe me this will work. Do it for me."
"Oh, all right!" she sighed, taking the glass to her parched lips and draining it in four long swallows. For a moment she thought that her stomach was going to rebel, but somehow the mixture managed to stay down.
"Good," Harold said with a smile. "In a little while you'll be ready for a hearty breakfast."
"Oh, God, don't mention food!"
"You had quite a night for yourself," Harold chuckled.
"You don't know the half of it! I acted like a filthy, depraved whore! And the worst part is that I don't even have the guts to kill myself. I don't have the strength of character to do it. Do you want to hear what I did?"
"You don't have to tell me, Debby. I know what happened," Harold said softly. "It was planned to happen. And I feel even more rotten about it than you do."
"Planned?"
"It's a long, long story, Debby," Harold said carefully. "I'm not sure I can tell you. How do you feel, by the way? Did my medicine help any?"
"As usual, Harold, you were right," Debby smiled. "I'm feeling better by the minute. Do you think I could have another one?"
"Sure. Come on downstairs and we'll toss one together. Here, I brought your luggage up last night. It's out in the hall. You can slip into something."
Harold went to the hall and brought her two suitcases into the room. "We're alone in the house, so choose whatever you, like."
"What's the matter, am I such a filthy slut now that you can't stand the sight of my naked body?" she asked sarcastically.
Harold walked slowly up to the bed and slapped her face.
"I don't want to ever hear you talk like that about yourself again!" he said firmly. "Nothing that has happened is your fault. Remember that! You're a wonderful person. You mean too much to me to hear you talk like that. I'll be down in the kitchen."
Debby rubbed her cheek as she watched him turn on his heel and leave the room. Her tortured mind was too confused to understand what was going on. Slipping out of bed, she opened her small case and chose a robe and slippers. In the bathroom she doused cold water on her face and brushed her hair. She tried to clear the cobwebs from her mind as she walked down, the stairs. Something important was taking place and she had to grasp what it was.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper," Harold apologized when she walked into the kitchen. He handed her the Bloody Mary that he had prepared.
"That's all right," she said slowly, taking a long swallow of the tomato juice and vodka. "You know, that was the first time in my life that anybody ever slapped me. Maybe it was good for me. I somehow feel that someone has to knock some sense into my head. Can I have some coffee?"
"Sure, but finish that first. Take it in the living room and I'll bring in some coffee."
Debby sat on the sofa and attempted a feeble smile when Harold came in balancing two steaming cups of coffee.
"Harold, I know I'm your prisoner and all, and that I don't have any right to ask questions, but I'm so terribly confused. Would you explain why you wanted me to slip into something this morning?"
"I'm not sure I can explain, Debby," Harold replied, sitting next to her on the sofa and taking a sip from his steaming cup before placing it on the coffee table.
"Please try. I have a feeling it's important."
"Well, let's put it this way," Harold said, choosing his words carefully as he cautiously began something that he had been considering for several days, "this whole operation has changed for me. Oh, it's not that I didn't know what I was getting into. I did. But I didn't have all the facts. And I didn't know you as a person, Debby. You've been put through a hell you didn't deserve and I feel lousy about that. I guess I just thought, that perhaps you'd like to feel some clothes on your back again, that's all."
"What you're saying is that you care about me," Debby said.
"Yes," Harold responded quietly.
"Then why are you ashamed of it?" she asked gently, placing her hand on his arm.
"I'm not. Oh, maybe I am, Debby. Christ, I don't know! It's the lousy, stinking situation. What difference does it make if I care about you?"
"It makes a lot of difference, Harold." Debby said quietly. "Maybe it will help if I tell you that I care about you, too. I think that underneath you're a fine man,. Maybe this thing you've done is bad, but we all change. Look at what's happened to me. If you won't let me blame myself, I won't let you blame yourself. Can I ask you a personal question?"
"What?"
"Are you' married?"
"Nope," Harold replied with a smile. "I have been, but not now."
"So what are you going to do when this is all over?" she asked.
"I really don't know, Debby. I may stay in Argentina. I just don't know. I'll have to find a way to live with my conscience after what I've done to you."
"Would it help to tell me about it? You said something about last night being planned?"
"I shouldn't tell you anything," Harold replied slowly, "but you've been dealt a rotten hand and there's nothing you can do, anyway."
Speaking softly and choosing the words carefully, Harold told the captive girl everything. She was stunned by the news of her father's death, but her anger with Matthew was her overpowering emotion as she listened attentively.
"We've never really liked each other," she said bitterly, "but it is hard to believe that Matt would stoop this low!"
"And what about me, Debby? I've stooped just as low."
"It's not the same, Harold. You needed money and you accepted a job, that's all. The fact that you've told me all of this proves that basically you're a decent person. Oh, dear God, if there is any justice in the world, Matt should get his!"
"I got my justice by falling in love with you," Harold said very softly.
"Oh, Harold! You silly man. Don't you realize I'm in love with you! I have been since that very first night. The other men didn't mean the same. I was desperate and terribly confused, and I don't expect you to ever forgive me."
"Forgive you!"
"Darling," she sighed, standing and pulling her robe off to throw it across the room, "let me stay here with you! Don't send me home-ever!"
Debby stepped out of her slippers and stood stark naked in front of him.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, look what I've done to your shirt!" Debby sighed as she made a valiant effort to still the sobs that had racked her body. When Harold reached up to pull her down to the couch and kiss her, Debby's composure had disintegrated and she buried her head on his shoulder and indulged herself in a good cry. Her tears had soaked his shirt.
"Here," he said softly, kissing her forehead and handing her some Kleenex tissues, "dry your eyes, Debby."
"I'm not usually this emotional," she said anxiously. "Honestly, I'm not. Everything just seemed to crash in on me-my father, Matt, and you."
"You've been through a lot, Debby," Harold said gently, placing his arm around her.
"Harold, darling, will you let me stay with you? Do you want me with you?" she asked, drying her eyes and turning to face him with a pleading look.
"No and yes," Harold replied. "Yes, Debby, I want you with me for the rest of my life. But you must see that it wouldn't work. To borrow a line from a bitch I once knew, 'we're from two different worlds.' I have to release you and collect the money, or we'd both be hunted to the end of the world. I don't think Matthew would stop short of murder, if he thought that he could get away with it. And I have my men to pay. See how tangled it is?"
"Yes," she sighed, "and I agree with you about my half-brother. He's a terrible coward, Harold. I know that much. But the minute he has those pictures, he'll destroy me like he'd swat a fly that annoyed him. If there was only some way! I love you so much, Harold!"
"Are you sure, Debby?" Harold asked gently. "We've been together only a few days. How can you tell?"
"I'm certainly no expert on love, darling, but I know how I feel every time I see you. I feel warm and good and something nice surges through me. It's been that way since you made love to me, and when you took me physically, it was different than it was with the other men."
"Are you sure that that isn't because I have a bigger cock?" Harold laughed, hugging her tightly.
"Silly! I love your cock, too. I love to feel it in my cunt or up my ass. Listen to me! See how you've changed me?"
"It was there all along, Debby," Harold said.
"All you needed was somebody to open the door for you."
"Do you know that I get hot just talking about sex with you? My God, how will I ever live without you! I want you right now"
"You're a passionate girl, darling," Harold said, pulling her close and lifting her chin until their lips met in a wet embrace. He forced his tongue into her mouth and felt her body tremble with the contact. Her soft, pliant skin quivered beneath his fingers and her full, sensual, moist lips eagerly caressed his. Harold could taste the hint of tomato juice that remained in her mouth as her warm tongue hungrily probed and caressed his.
For Harold, this was partly a calculated move. But his fondness for the girl was more real than he had imagined. She was one of the most passionate women that he had ever known, and her passion was real and not contrived. She was a newly born human being, one eager to live with truth and be shown the path to happiness-so totally different from any woman Harold had ever known.
And her body! Those magnificent tits! Her voluptuous, rounded curves. Her honey-colored cunt that was just made for his over-size cock! Her sensitive ass for a man who enjoyed a change once in a while.
In all, Harold found Debby one of the most desirable girls that he had ever met. As their hungry mouths clung devouringly together, he dropped his hand to her breast and began gently kneading the firm mound of luscious flesh. His fingers trailed lazily up to her pert nipple and he began massaging it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, darling!" she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck as she pulled her mouth a fraction of an inch away from his and ran her hot tongue along the full course of his lips. "This isn't fair! You have all those clothes on. Oh, God, I want you so! Can I take a shower? Please, I want to come to you clean and fresh."
"Let's take one together," Harold replied. "Come on, we'll use my room. I don't want to see you in that jail upstairs again."
He pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall to the bedroom that he had been using. While he slipped out of his clothes, Debby seemed fascinated with his room. She began straightening things up, and picked up the laundry that he had piled on top of the dresser.
"Are all men as messy as this? Oh! These pants are covered with blood! What happened, Harold?" she asked with concern written all over her face.
Harold hesitated, then told her the truth about George Munroe.
"You killed him because he was going to blackmail me?"
"No, Debby. It was an accident. George was going to kill me, and when I grabbed for the gun he accidentally shot himself. He didn't know about your brother, but I'm sure he would have found out. I think he intended to blackmail you with the photos, probably for the rest of your life."
"And you did it for me!" She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, pressing her sensual body snugly against his now-naked form. "Darling, doesn't that prove to you how much you love me?"
"Debby, I don't have any doubts about how much I love you. Now come on, let's take that shower. I want you so bad I can taste it."
"What, my cunt?" she laughed as she let him pull her into the bathroom. "Do you like it when I talk like this? It excites me. I'm afraid your innocent little virgin is a wicked woman!"
"I love to hear you express yourself honestly," he laughed as he held his hand under the water to test it. "That's about perfect. Inside with you!"
Harold climbed into the shower behind her and held her luscious body under the spray until she was soaking wet. Then he picked up the bar of soap from the soap dish and began lathering her. He covered her shoulders and back, then fondly lathered her beautiful ass. Bringing the bar of soap down the tantalizing valley between the cheeks of her buttocks, he found her anus and began massaging it slowly with the corner of the bar of soap.
"Oh! Darling," she cried, squirming under his caress, "that's going to drive me crazy! Oooooh! You have no idea how sensitive my asshole Aaaaaaaahhh! You're driving me crazy!"
Harold laughed, and removed the soap from the entrance to her rectum to lather the back of her legs. Then he turned her around and began lathering the front of her body, starting with her lovely shoulders and working slowly across her full, sensual chest. He lingered at each nipple, caressing them until he felt them grow erect, then moving on to her belly and her lower abdomen.
"You have no idea how you excite me!" she giggled. "Every woman should have a lover to help her shower!"
Harold smiled and started on her lovely, sculptured legs, deliberately skipping the luxurious golden hair surrounding her pussy. When he reached her ankles, he stood aside and let the spray rinse the lather from her soft flesh.
"Spread your legs," he said, kneeling down in the shower with the fine warm spray splashing on his back. He brought the soap up the trembling flesh of her inner thighs, then began rubbing the silken curls of her pubic mound. His hand went between her legs and he brought the bar of soap to the bottom of her slit. Holding it firmly, he pulled it up the length of her pussy.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she cried when he mashed her sensitive clitoris beneath the warm, slippery bar. "My God, my cunt is on fire!"
"Then we'd better put the fire out," Harold laughed, scooping up handfuls of water and rinsing the lather from the soft golden curls surrounding the lips of her cunt. He spread the thin lips of her pussy with his fingers and splashed water into her slit.
"Ooohhh! That feels good! What are you doing?" she asked when Harold dropped to his knees and pulled her full, rounded thighs apart while the shower spray beat against his muscular shoulders.
"I haven't had breakfast, darling," Harold replied, leaning in and licking the beads of water on her sensual thighs. Harold was dedicated to blowing Debby's mind with sex during the next hour and he was determined to make her climax as many times as he could. Only if he was successful now would the next step be possible. He ran his tongue slowly up one thigh and down the other, teasing her by deliberately avoiding her golden nest with each pass. When her entire body was shaking with desire, he gently slipped his tongue into her moist slit, saying, "I love cunt for breakfast."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, squatting a little to open her entire crotch to his exciting attack. "Oh, God! Oh, wow! You can eat at my cafe every day, darling! God, that's good!"
Harold felt the wet curls of her cuntal hair on his nose and cheeks as he probed her fully erect clitoris with his teasing tongue. He loved the way that her tiny erection quivered with each stroke of his tongue. Her pussy still had just a hint of soap mixed with the salty flavor of her lubricating juices and Harold began licking her entire slit with long flat strokes of his teasing tongue.
"Oh! Oh, darling!" she gasped, her voice filled with an excited tremor and her body quaking when she felt the warm tip of his tongue dart against her sensitive anus. Debby had always been ashamed of her intense anal sensitivity, but now she felt completely free and uninhibited and reveled in it. Her knees went weak and turned to rubber and she had to brace her hands on his hard shoulders.
Although he had never done it before, Harold decided to give Debby something that she obviously liked and something that she wouldn't soon forget. He reached up and gently lifted her in the air, turning her body around and bringing her down to a kneeling position on the floor of the tub.
His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the luscious white globes of her full ass. Reaching out with both hands, he pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and slowly brought his face down to the shadowed valley. Beginning at the very top of her crevice, he slowly licked his way down to her puckered asshole. Then he began running his tongue in slow teasing circles around the elastic ring that guarded her anal opening.
"Oooooooooohhhhhh! Holy Cow! Aaaaaahhhh! Darling... I... can't... take... Oooohhh!" she groaned as she felt his hot tongue teasing and caressing her asshole. Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to course through her system at regular intervals, each bolt becoming more charged. She gripped the edge of the tub and held on, her head swaying from side to side with the intense pleasure that almost brought tears to her eyes. "Harold... darling... Oh! Oh! Harold, please. I'll cum! Really, darling! I... oh... can't... oh... stand... oh... it! Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!"
Harold drove the tip of his tongue into her rectum as she screamed, intensifying her orgasm until her entire body went into a series of severe spasms. He had read about girls like this, but he had never seen one with such sensitivity in her behind.
Several minutes went by before Debby could regain control of herself. Finally, she pulled herself slowly to her feet and turned to throw her arms around Harold.
"Are all girls like I am about their asses?"
"No," Harold smiled. "Some are, and some aren't. Did you like that?"
"Oh, God, yes! I've never felt like that before in my life. Hold me, Harold. I can't face living without you!"
She kissed him passionately, rubbing her belly back and forth against his rigid prick sensuously. They turned slightly and the spray front the shower hit her soft, golden hair. She shook her head and laughed.
"Don't you mind getting your hair wet?" Harold asked.
"I don't mind anything when I'm with you," she cried happily. "Now it's my turn to wash your gorgeous body. Where's the soap?"
Harold bent down to pick up the soap and felt her warm hand slip between his legs to cup his balls and massage them fondly. He felt her finger rubbing his asshole and his breath came quicker. Debby had become the most fantastically uninhibited erotic girl that he had ever known!
Debby giggled like a teenager when she took the soap and began rubbing a heavy lather on his muscular torso. She loved the hardness of his muscles, the leather quality of his skin, his broad, powerful chest, everything about this first man that she had ever been intimate with. They played, splashing water on each other, and then Debby took his throbbing cock in her hand and began stroking it while she soaped his pubic hair and balls.
"You don't know how much I love this gorgeous thing!" she said, fondling and caressing his throbbing shaft with her affectionate hands. She brought his rigid prick between her legs and straddled it so that the entire length of her slit was pressing down on the hotly pulsing length while she threw her arms around Harold's neck and mashed her full, moist lips against his mouth.
Their kiss was long and passionate. Debby's body began to wiggle and squirm as her sensitive, erect clitoris ground down into his blood-engorged shaft. She rubbed her full swaying breasts against his chest, moaning with the contact of her erect nipples against the coarse hair on his chest.
Harold's balls were beginning to ache with a throbbing demand for release Debby was so unique in his experience, the most voluptuous, sensual, perfect sex machine that he had ever encountered. The lips of her pussy seemed to be nibbling and snapping at his lust-filled cock as she rode it like a rail. And her hard nipples seemed to be burning hot holes in his chest! He had to have her now!
With his surging prick still held captive between her trembling, soft thighs, Harold reached over and turned the shower off. He pulled back the curtain and reached out for a towel. While their hungry mouths remained locked in a hard embrace, Harold began rubbing her wet back with the soft towel. He rubbed her vigorously, turning her pearl-white skin a light pink as he dried her soft, rounded body.
Reluctantly, the beautiful, completely uninhibited young girl allowed her body to slide off his pulsating cock. She quivered with erotic delight when he began rubbing the full mounds of her breasts and lingered on her nipples with the soft towel. She automatically spread her thighs when his hand brought the towel to her golden nest of pleasure.
"Ooohhhh!" she moaned when Harold playfully rubbed her blood-filled clit vigorously with the towel. "All you have to do is touch me and I go crazy!"
Harold lingered on her quivering cunt for a long moment before rubbing her thighs and legs dry. Debby leaned out and took the other towel from the rack and began playfully rubbing his hard, lean body. They rubbed and explored each other's bodies with the enthusiasm and gaiety of children at play. Their arousal became more and more charged with excitement.
When Harold's body reached a fever pitch of desire, he bent down and scooped the young girl's luscious body into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"I feel like a bride to be carried across the threshold!" she giggled. "Harold! A groom doesn't goose his bride like that! God, don't stop, you hairy ape!"
Harold gently lowered her hot, trembling body to the unmade bed. Without a word, he placed his hands on her thighs and spread them apart. Then he crawled on the bed and knelt between her gorgeously soft thighs, lowering his face to her golden-ringed crotch.
An exciting, pleasant warmth surged through Debby's young body when she saw his handsome face slowly approaching her wanton pussy. She watched him teasingly kiss her thighs and saw his tongue slide lazily along each side of the vee leading to her cunt. Was it just a few days before that she had been totally ignorant of the incredible joys of her body? This was what she had been created for. The rest of her life had been meaningless.
She felt the leathery, fine sandpaper texture of his cheeks rubbing against her soft, fleshy thighs. His nose was resting on the soft fleece of her golden, curly pubic mound. She could feel the warm air escaping from his nostrils wafting over the top of her slit and caressing the tender flesh covering of her clitoris. Her chest filled with love. The inexperienced young girl knew that it could be nothing less than love. Just his touch turned her body into a quaking mass of desire!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, gripping the crumpled blanket beneath her with trembling fingers when she felt his tongue begin coursing her sensitive pussy lips. The warm, wet probe ignited the roaring fires of her passion. She felt it dip inside her steaming vagina, hesitate excitingly on her puckered anus, then whisk up her hot slit to begin massaging her vibrating clitoris. "Oh, Harold darling!" she moaned, placing her hands affectionately on his bobbing head and running her fingers through his hair.
Debby's ready, intense response never failed to amaze Harold. The fresh, sweet scent of her washed pussy was like an erotic perfume that made his nostrils flare and his heart pound in his temples. Her distended clitoris seemed to be charged with electricity, vibrating and quivering sensually beneath his caressing tongue and lips. He captured the ripe bud between his hungry lips and began pulling it into his warm mouth, scraping lightly against the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Her entire body seemed to respond.
Harold felt her thighs pull in to grip his face between her legs. Her hips arched, bringing her pussy hard against his warm mouth. He felt her hands on his head press down, to cement the burning contact between his mouth and her crotch.
"Aaaahhh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, yes!" she moaned as her quaking body writhed beneath his exciting mouth. She closed her eyes and pressed his head hard into her groin, remembering how he had eaten her cunt that first night. Her excitement was even more intense now. All of her inhibitions and sense of shame and guilt had disappeared and her body wallowed in the erotic shock waves and sensual delights that he gave her!
"My cunt was created for your mouth!" she cried as her blood turned into a raging torrent racing through her quaking system. "EAT IT, DARLING. OH! OOOHH! LICK MY CUNT, HAROLD! EAT ME! DEVOUR ME! AAAHHH! OH, DEAR GOD, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE. HAROLD, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE! NOW! NOW! LICK IT! HOLY GOD, NOW! HARDER! THAT'S... IT...! THAT'S... IT...! AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
This was the moment that Harold had been waiting for. As the first, spasms of her climax ripped through her writhing body, Harold quickly withdrew his face from her steaming pussy.
"NO, DON'T STOP! OH, GOD, DON'T STOP!" she cried.
Harold pulled himself up and grasped his throbbing prick in his hand, directing it to her trembling cuntal opening. He plunged the swollen meat at the tip of his cock into her hot vaginal cavity, then thrust into her with a mighty heave of his powerful hips.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Debby screamed when she felt his huge prick spear her expanding and contracting vagina. She was in the middle of her orgasm and the lunging thickness of his organ spearing her body acted like throwing gasoline on a roaring fire! Her scalp felt like it was burning with a thousand sharp needles of flame! The sensation was so intense that the young girl's body went into a series of convulsions. Her legs flew into the air and wrapped around his waist and her head flailed helpless against the mattress.
One of the go-go dancers that he had dated taught Harold this, to eat a girl off, then shove his cock into her while she was in the middle of her orgasm. The effect was nothing less than fantastic! He could feel her newly developed cunt muscles gripping and milking his throbbing cock as the contractions of her climax exploded in her body. It was like having his cock held in three tight hands, all squeezing as hard as they could!
Harold's heart skipped a beat when his heavy swaying balls slapped loudly against her writhing ass. He ground into her sensitive clit with his pelvis until she was beating on his back with her clenched fists.
Bracing his feet against the wall at the font of the bed, Harold began fucking that voluptuous girl's squirming body with long, hard, slow strokes that worked his painfully pulsing shaft deeper and deeper into her womb. Her thighs were pressing into his sides until it hurt and her fists were beating an erotic cadence on his muscular back. Harold drove his cock into her, nailing her ass to the mattress with each deep thrust.
Debby was in sheer ecstasy! She was so excited that her skin prickled with the increasing superheat of her body. She was in a prolonged orgasm that increased in intensity with every stroke of his hard penis in her vagina! She had passed the limit of her body, yet somehow she continued climbing and climbing to ever-higher peaks of electrically charged pleasure! Each peak triggered a fresh explosion in the girl's writhing body that made her cry out with an odd, unfamiliar mixture of joy and pain. She felt that her screaming body was wrapped entirely around the thick pole that was worming its way in and out of her hotly spasming vagina.
Harold had never seen a woman quite like this! She seemed to be in a constant state of intense climax. Her excitement was transferred to his own heaving, grinding, bucking body and Harold's balls were so achingly bloated that they felt as if they were going to burst like over-filled balloons.
"Holy Christ!" Harold exclaimed when his pulsating balls echoed in his ears like wildly beating kettle drums. He couldn't hold back a second longer! His hips drove maddeningly to send his cock deep into her trembling belly.
Debby dug her heels into the hard cheeks of Harold's ass and she raked her fingernails across his muscular shoulders when she felt the first scalding jet of his semen erupt inside her molten vagina. Tears flooded from her eyes and a low moan escaped from her tortured throat with an increasing tempo that became an ear-piercing scream.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!"
Debby's hips arched off the mattress until she hung virtually suspended on his lunging, throbbing, spurting prick. Rockets burst behind her tightly closed eyelids and her ears rang with the sound of a thousand giant bells. His molten sperm burned and soothed her supersensitive vagina at the same time. Her muscles ached with severe spasms, then went lax to send her quaking body crashing against the heaving mattress. Harold fell on top of her, every ounce of his being drained into her boiling body.
During the next five minutes their bodies were one, their muscles jerking in sharp spasms and their lungs screaming for air.
"I thought I was going to die!" Debby groaned when Harold slipped off her spent body to stretch out beside her and place his arm around her trembling body.
"I've never had it like that in my life," Harold said honestly as he inhaled deeply to soothe his aching lungs.
"Harold darling," Debby sighed, "I'll never be able to live without you. If you leave me, I'll kill myself. I mean it!"
"I feel the same way, Debby," Harold said softly, "but..."
"You said we were from two different worlds," she interrupted, "but that was yesterday. Don't you see, we've found our common denominator! I'm starting a new life in a new world, and you are that world, darling. Nothing will ever again be the same as it was. There must be a way!"
"My mouth feels like it's filled with cotton!" Harold said. "I need a glass of water or something. Want one?"
"Yes, darling," she responded, "but I don't know if my legs will carry me."
"Stay here," he said, "and I'll bring you some. I was just thinking of a way it might be possible for us. It isn't clear yet."
"Oh, darling, what?"
"Hold it," he laughed, "and I'll be right back."
Debby shivered and felt terribly alone and insecure when she saw him leave the room. Goose pimples broke out on her skin and she knew that she could never leave him. Never!
"Harold, how much is my ransom?" she asked quickly when he returned with two glasses of ice water.
"It's stated at a million dollars," he replied, "but there will only be half a million in the payoff."
"The bastard is working a tax angle!" Debby said with disgust. "Or he's robbing the company for his own pocket. Harold, why couldn't we take the ransom and run away and hide in some remote place where nobody could find us?"
"Because they would find us-no matter where we went. Matthew would put out the story that your kidnappers killed you and hid your body and there would be a worldwide manhunt for us. Besides, I could never get you out of Argentina. Once the ransom is paid, they expect you to turn up in good condition within hours. The airports, docks and borders would be swarming with secret service agents looking for you."
"Couldn't we stay here?" she protested desperately.
"With every secret service agent in Argentina searching for us? We couldn't live like that, Debby."
"But there must be a way!" she insisted.
"There just might be," he replied slowly, "but it will be tricky and require fantastic timing." He began outlining a plan, covering each point in detail. Debby listened attentively, becoming more excited by the minute.
"Oh, darling!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. "It will work I know it will! We have to make it work! And, yes, yes, darling, I want to! I want to with every ounce of my being, with every beat of my heart, with every breath I take!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
This was the most dangerous moment of the entire caper, the moment of payoff and the time when Harold was most exposed. He was following the plan that he had developed at the outset, the plan that was ridiculously simple and provided him every opportunity to guard against surveillance or double cross.
He had followed the man for three blocks along the popular and busy shopping area of Florida Street in Buenos Aires. Florida Street had been closed to all automobile traffic many years before and there was hardly a moment of a day when the busy thoroughfare wasn't crowded with a flowing river of humanity.
The ransom note had specified that the ransom was to be carried in a black attach� case with a red sticker on the side. The man was to walk Florida Street, stopping frequently and setting the case down while he studied shop windows or bought items at the kiosks in the center of the thoroughfare.
Harold had picked up the man at the designated corner and followed him, carefully analyzing every person moving in the same direction. Following instructions, the man had stopped seven times, each time casually placing the black attach� case on the pavement while he pretended to study merchandise on display in the smart shop windows.
Now convinced that the man was alone, Harold moved closer and was ready to make his move. This is it, Harold said to himself when the man slowly approached a kiosk in the center of the street. His stomach muscles contracted into tight knots when he saw the man place the attach� case on the pavement at his feet while he began counting out change for the package of cigarettes that the vendor was handing him.
Harold moved quickly, passing the man's back and stooping to pick up the attach� case without breaking his stride. He slipped through the stream of people flowing down the street and disappeared into the entrance to an arcade. As he moved into the arcade, he glanced back over his shoulder to see the man automatically reach down for the attach� case. Finding it missing, the man merely shrugged his shoulders and began walking toward the corner.
Moving at an average, unhurried pace, Harold made his way through the maze of corridors in the arcade and exited on La Valle Street where Hank was waiting with the car.
"Smooth?" Hank asked, slipping the car into gear and sliding away from the curb.
"Couldn't have been better!" Harold sighed with relief as his tension gradually began to fade. "But they couldn't afford a double cross at this point. Head for the airport, Hank, we're on a tight schedule from this point on! I hope Debby can handle her part."
* * * *
Debby Harmon's nerves were on raw edge as she sat on the small couch in the American Embassy's official's office. The minute that she had mentioned her name to the Marine guard in the lobby, she had been whisked into the elevator and taken to the top floor of the building. The officials had been kind and courteous, but their probing questions were testing her patience and drawing her nerves taut. Harold had warned her that this would be the tough part and she had steeled herself for the ordeal.
"It was a harrowing experience. You'll have to make allowances. I'm terribly upset right now."
The phone on the official's desk rang and Debby stopped speaking while he picked up the receiver.
"It's your brother, Miss Harmon," the official said, holding the phone out to her. "Here, sit behind the desk. I'll get some coffee so you can speak to your brother alone."
Debby took the phone and took a deep breath in an attempt to still her churning stomach. She sat down in the official's chair as he slipped discretely out of the room.
"Hello, Matt?" she began, hoping she would be able to get through this conversation with a person that she despised. "Yes, yes, Matt, I'm all right... About a half hour ago... No, they didn't torture me, but it was a harrowing experience. I'll tell you about it when I see you. Right now I'm so nervous I can hardly think straight. But I wanted you to know I was all right... Yes, they told me. Did he suffer very much at the end? I'm glad to hear that. When was the funeral...? You can tell me all about it when I get home... In about an hour and a half. They've made reservations for me on a flight to Caracas... No, Matt, I couldn't stand being confined on an airplane for fifteen hours. Not after what I've been through! I'll be in Caracas tonight, then fly to Mexico City from there tomorrow. What day is it today...? Then I'll arrive in San Francisco on Monday, three days from today... Matt, believe me it's the only way I could handle it at the moment. I need rest... No, Matt, someone to travel with me is the last thing I want! I need to be alone to pull myself together at this point... No, honestly, Matt, I'm in no danger now... I appreciate that, Matt. I know how concerned you must have been. We'll talk it all over when I get back. I'll call you from Mexico City to tell you what flight I'll be on... Fine. And, Matt, I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done. Maybe someday I can repay you... Okay, I'll see you Monday. Goodbye."
Debby breathed a deep sight of relief when she heard the line click dead. Matt's pretended concern made her anger boil and she had to be careful that she didn't show her emotions to the people in the embassy. She was exhausted from the emotional strain, but the young girl was pleased that she had put one more ordeal behind her.
"Pardon me, Miss Harmon," the official's secretary said from the door, "but do you have any luggage?"
"I'm afraid not," she said, managing a weak smile. "I hadn't even thought about that. All they left me with was my purse."
"If you'd like to pick up a few things for your trip, I'll be glad to take you to a nice department store. Its just a block and a half from the embassy. We'll have a car and driver ready to take you to the airport at one o'clock, so we have forty-five minutes to shop if you'd like."
"Thank you," Debby responded with a warm smile. "That would be nice. I'll need a change of clothes and a toothbrush at least."
Debby followed the attractive secretary to the elevator, her mind miles away on what Harold was doing at that moment.
* * * *
Harold Sorenson was sitting in the bar at the International Airport listening to the flight announcement over the public-address system. He turned to his companion, holding his glass in a toast.
"Well, Hank, that's it, the first call for your flight to Madrid. I'll stay here in the bar. My flight will be called in about five minutes. Remember what I told Danny, wash that money thoroughly before you return to the States. Don't do it in Spain. That's a restricted-currency situation. Buy French francs in Paris, then change them to dollars in Switzerland. No way to trace them like that."
"Don't worry," Hank said, standing and offering his hand to Harold, "I'll cover my tracks. It may seem silly, but I still feel guilty taking all this bread. I agreed to work for ten long ones and you hang fifty on me."
"I'll tell you what I told Danny," Harold smiled. 'This caper is going to pay big dividends, so I want you to get your share. You earned it, Hank, and loyalty means a lot to me."
"Well, you've got my loyalty for life, Harold. You know where to reach me if you need me. I'll be back in San Francisco in a month. This extra bread is going to treat me to a week or two on some nice beach. Hope you have a good flight."
"Same, buddy. See you later."
Harold watched Hank leave the bar and head for the loading area. Danny had left half an hour earlier on a flight to Rio de Janeiro, and Hank's flight to Mexico City was due to take off in a few minutes. By giving each of them fifty thousand dollars, Harold had guaranteed their loyalty. It had also made it possible for them to go somewhere and delay their returns to the states, which covered yet another important area for Harold.
He heard his flight called and signaled for the bar bill. As he headed for the loading area, Harold walked slowly. In a way, he hated to leave Argentina. He was fond of the country and, he liked the people. Harold Sorenson was also leaving an old life behind and embarking on an entirely new one. He studied the people lining up in front of the immigration inspectors and relaxed when he saw no signs of potential trouble.
The attractive, leggy, tight-assed stewardess smiled at Harold with recognition when he boarded the 727 jet. It was the same girl who had been on the plane on which he had come down. She had long, wavy, jet-black hair and a good figure, and on the flight down she had flirted with him openly. Harold knew that he could grab a piece of her tight little ass if he wanted it, but at this particular point in time he wasn't interested.
He climbed into his seat, placed the soft-leather tote bag filled with one-hundred-dollar bills between his feet, and put his seat back to sleep. The next day promised to be a very busy day in Mexico City and Harold intended to sleep all the way so that he would arrive refreshed and relaxed.
Matthew Harmon sat confidently behind his Spanish oak desk in his twenty-second floor office in the Harmon Building. The window behind his desk offered a panoramic view of San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate Bridge. The past ten days had been a difficult, nerve wracking period for Matthew. The most difficult part of all was the silence, the lack of reports from the man that he had hired. That and the pressure that had been building on all sides regarding his father's estate and the proposed merger with Jensen Mills.
But it was all behind him now. Harold Sorenson had called a few minutes before and was on his way up to Matthew's office. Deborah was scheduled to arrive that night. Everything was finally taking shape!
Matthew glanced down at the letter on the top of his desk. It was a cordial communication to Hal Jensen with a brief explanation of why Matthew now felt that the proposed merger wouldn't be to the advantage of the new owner of Harmon Industries. The letter awaited his signature and he picked up his pen and signed it with a flourish. A bright smile crossed Matthew Harmon's face as he placed the signed letter in his out box.
"Mr. Harmon?" his secretary's voice said over the intercom.
"Yes?"
"The projector and screen you ordered have arrived."
"Fine. Have them bring it in my office and set it up."
Matthew watched as two men brought the equipment into his office and began setting the 16mm projector up. He had them place the screen in the corner of the room where the least amount of light would hit it. Then he thanked the men and ushered them out of his plush quarters.
By the end of the week, he said to himself as he once again sat in his leather chair behind his desk, I'll be one of the richest and most powerful men in the world. The thought made him nervous and he quickly took one of the tranquilizers that he kept on his desk.
"Mr. Harmon," his secretary's voice came over the intercom, "a Mr. Sorenson is here to see you."
"Send him in," Matthew replied, standing to greet his visitor. "Well, well, Harold, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see you again!" he said, offering his hand to Harold as he came into the office.
"Nice layout you have here, Mr. Harmon," Harold remarked. "Sorry I was delayed, but we had to wash that money and it took a couple of days."
"Wash the money?" Matthew asked, sitting down.
"Exchange it in a foreign country for other money," Harold explained, 'just in case the serial numbers were on record anywhere."
"Oh, I see. But that really wasn't necessary."
"It pays to cover all bets," Harold returned with a smile.
"Of course. You have the film with you?"
"I think you'll be amazed by what we have here for you," Harold replied, holding up a can of film. "I see you have a projector. Want me to run this through for you?"
"By all means," Matthew beamed. "A little preview, so to speak."
Harold took the round can of film to the projector and began loading the machine.
"I have to apologize for the quality," Harold said. "We weren't working under studio conditions. But it's the content that's important, right?"
"Absolutely!"
"Can you close those drapes?" Harold asked as he closed the projector.
"Certainly," Matthew responded, his confidence growing by the minute. "They're electrically operated." He pushed a button on his desk and a motor hummed as the drapes glided closed.
Harold flipped the toggle switch on the projector and a motor whirred as light flashed on the screen. He turned to watch Matthew Harmon who was now leaning forward on his desk with his elbows propping up his rather-heavy jowled face.
Suddenly a blurred picture appeared on the screen and Harold quickly adjusted the focus on the projector until the scene was bright and clear. There were a group of well-dressed people gathered on a beautiful lawn in front of a stately mansion. A couple appeared on the right of the screen and walked toward a man dressed in black at the center of the group. The couple had their backs to the camera. They stood before the man in black who had his head bowed and seemed to be reading something from a book.
"What is this?" Matthew asked.
"I think you'll understand in a minute," Harold laughed. "In Hollywood, they call it an 'establishing shot,' I believe."
"Oh, I see," Matthew said. "You've made a production out of this. Not necessary. No, not necessary at all. But it certainly won't hurt anything."
Matthew's eyes were glued to the screen and he didn't see the door to his office open to admit a girl who quickly closed the door and stood out of sight against the wall.
On the screen, the man turned and kissed the girl while the people gathered around them applauded. The camera moved in for a close-up and Matthew Harmon recognized that the couple was Harold Sorenson and his half-sister, Deborah Harmon. Their faces beamed with happiness as they shook hands with the people around them.
"I don't understand," Matthew said. "Can't we dispense with this and get to the sex?"
"Don't be so anxious, Matt dear. All in good time!"
"Debby!" Matt exclaimed, recognizing her voice at once and turning to see her leaning against the wall in a relaxed position. "I thought you were to arrive this evening!"
"I couldn't miss this show," she laughed, "even though my husband didn't want me here."
"Your husband!"
Harold flipped the switch to stop the projector and Debby turned on the ceiling light in the office.
"That's right," Harold smiled. "What you have just seen was your sister's wedding. We were married yesterday in Mexico City. Say hello to Mrs. Deborah Sorenson."
"What kind of game is this!" Matthew snapped.
"A legitimate game, brother dear," Debby commented acidly, walking over and sitting on the leather couch. "A much nicer game than you tried to play, I might add. But you did teach us some things."
"A Mexican marriage will never hold up!" Matthew snapped. "I'll have it dissolved before the day is out!"
"I doubt you could, even if you tried," Deborah replied, relishing these moments. "Remember when the ambassador to Mexico came to visit us this year? Well, he was delighted to be present at our wedding when I invited him. And he assured me that our marriage is perfectly legal. But I'm positive you won't want to break up our happy home, Matt."
"And the other films?" Matt asked in a weakened voice as he turned to Harold.
"Oh, yes! I almost forgot," Harold said. "I spliced it to this reel, so you'll have to sit through a few minutes of our wedding reception at the American Embassy in Mexico City. Maybe you'll recognize some of the prominent people present."
Harold flipped on the projector and rose to turn off the ceiling lights. There was complete silence in the office while the scenes of an impromptu wedding reception at the embassy crossed the screen. Matthew's heart sunk as he recognized a number of prominent industrialists and one movie star at the reception. His mind was working a mile a minute as he tried to consider this new situation.
Suddenly the scene changed. Matthew's stomach turned over as he immediately recognized Mona's bedroom.
"This reel is rated X, Matthew," Deborah laughed. "So if you object to erotic realism, perhaps you would like to leave."
The scene was slightly blurred, but clear enough to recognize Matthew Harmon beyond any reasonable doubt. Matthew was naked on the bed when Mona suddenly appeared on the screen. Also naked, Mona approached Matthew's body and knelt between his legs to take his semi-erect penis in her mouth.
"Good Christ!" Matthew exclaimed.
"Sorry some of it isn't too clear," Harold said: "It was shot from the building across the street with a telephoto lens."
"She looks like a good little cocksucker, Matthew," Debby said sweetly. "I like the part where you shove it up her tight little asshole the best. There, see! Was her asshole good and tight, Matthew? It sure looks like it the way you're working to get it up her rectum! Mona said it hurt like hell, but of course, she just put up with your unnatural desires because you promised her so much."
In a fit of anger, Matthew Harmon jumped up and ran over to yank the cord connecting the projector to the current.
"Now get out of here, both of you!" he screamed. "Get out of my office!"
"Sit down, Matthew," Debby said with a steel edge in her voice. "Turn on the lights, Harold darling. It's time we put all of this together for my dear half-brother." She pushed Matthew into his chair and hit the button to open the drapes. Turning her back on Matthew, Debby raised her skirt to expose her bare buttocks in his face. "You should have used this, Matt. I love it up my ass. Harold takes good care of me that way. You certainly couldn't! That tiny cock of yours would be more appropriate on a young boy than on an adult man!"
Debby lowered her skirt quickly as the drapes opened.
"You degenerate, depraved bitch!" Matthew growled. "I'll ruin you!"
"No you won't, Matt!" Debby responded as she sat down on the edge of his desk. "You already tried, and you failed! Do you like this office, Harold darling?"
"First rate" Harold replied, enjoying watching Debby have her moment of vengeance.
"We'll have it fumigated to get rid of the odor," she remarked sarcastically, staring straight into her half-brother's eyes. "You see, Matt, you're through-out on your soft ass. According to the terms of Dad's will, I inherit everything. So you're fired, brother dear, as of this minute! John Martin this minute is notifying the officers and directors."
"You can't get away with this!" Matthew snapped.
"I not only can, but I also have," Debby purred like a cat with a dead mouse between its paws. "The staff at the house are already packing your things. They'll be ready when you send for them. I don't want you in my house. Is it coming together now, brother dear? Well, wait, there's more. Your conniving little Mona has changed the lock on the apartment, so don't bother going there. Mona is starting a new career as assistant
director of public relations for Harmon Industries She was so cooperative with a friend of Harold's-Benny, wasn't it, darling?-that we felt we had to show our appreciation. She was much too smart for you, anyway, Matthew."
"The lousy little bitch!" Matthew groaned, seeing his entire world collapse around him.
"Don't speak of Mona that way, Matthew," Debby said with a smile. "Why, she had made it possible for me to take away your twenty-five-thousand-dollar-a-year trust. I feel sure that those pictures of you performing sodomy on an unmarried girl should satisfy our father's moral clause, don't you?"
Matthew didn't reply. He was stunned.
"You can leave now, Matthew," Debby said. "Just leave the things in your desk. We'll have them sent to you. Oh, I almost forgot! I've asked John Martin to arrange for a complete audit of the company books. If we find any irregularity, we'll do our very best to send you to prison."
"You're a blood-thirsty bitch, Deborah!" Matthew said dejectedly as he stood and took a last look at his cherished office.
"You gambled and you lost, Matt," Debby said sweetly. "If you're wondering what to do now, I'd recommend a trip to Argentina. It did wonders for me!"
