Once in a lifetime each of us is entitled to a reckless moment when that to-hell-what-the-future-brings mood strikes and we toss caution to the wind like so much chaff. Impulsive, explosive, often destructive can be that mood's aftermath in one stretch of time when we let all hang on the line and don't care which way the wind blows. If we are lucky, we learn from it, go forward and never suffer the consequences.
Adrian Parmenter, our heroine, was one of the unfortunate people. Her past followed her, a lurking shadow in her memory, watching her every movement, measuring her every emotion, until one day she came home from the Miami Beach Racquet Club and faced her past!
Combine this shady mystery with a millionaire psychotic who has a yen for beautiful, masochistic women who like to beg, animals, and his damnable contraption referred to by his women as 'the chair', and we have another of Edward Mitchell's captivating stories. What happens when a contentedly married woman is confronted with the briberous choice of either having her husband destroyed or reverting back to a debauched lifestyle, a life of late hours, booze and sex such that Paris never saw, even in the height of its decadence.
It's a hard pill to swallow, but each of us harbors a secret-fantasy or reality-which we would rather not share with our mate. The publishers trust you will sympathize with Adrian Parmenter . . . perhaps a few will empathize.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Adrian Parmenter walked off the astro-turfed indoor tennis court and headed toward the upstairs snack bar for a frosty glass of iced tea before retiring to the sauna. Barry Danley, the resident tennis pro at the Miami Beach Racquet Club, stopped in mid-serve and watched her with a cool, studious expression before the elevator doors closed in on her. She reappeared in the balcony snack bar, sitting down at a private table. A smug grin formed on his lips. Sure enough, the balls quit slamming as every man in the club was caught off guard, watching Adrian strut her stuff.
. "Let's take a little break here!" he called out to his students. "Practice your serves for a bit and I'll be right back!" He wiped his brow on the sleeve of his warm-up jacket and gave his racket a few practiced swirls. Once off the turf, he lit a cigarette and watched Adrian one floor above as she sat down and crossed her magnificent tan legs.
Barry, a recent competitor in the Virginia Slims Tournament, was something of a local hero. His students considered him an excellent teacher-particularly the older, wealthy females, who paid him well off the court for his professional services. On the court and in the bedroom he was calculating, cunning, and never wasted a move. Appearance-wise, he was cigarette ad material: tall, blonde, all-American. He moved among the wealthy Miami Beach socialites with confident ease.
He could calculate a woman's performance in bed by how she served a tennis ball, and judging from Adrian's wicked serve, she had to be a mass of raw naked lust behind closed doors! Yet something animalishly instinctive and evasive about her character baffled him.
He took the stairs in three strides and paused at the cigarette machine, fed it three quarters and pulled the Camel lever, one eye zeroing in on Adrian's perfect profile. She was one gorgeous piece of ass! Out on the courts her movements were perfectly synchronized and panther-like, her game a keenly wicked one as she pounced on the ball with liquid ease. She stood with long lithe legs and slim thighs, their sun-bronze shimmer accentuated by the stark white tennis dress she wore, and the stylish snap-on visor with the clear plastic bill cast green shadows over her satin forehead, adding mystique to her classic features. Coolly watchful, Barry had watched her pivoting, that pleated skirt hiking up to show off the white panties with the tight band hugging her pouty pubic mound down between her dark naked thighs. Her hips were slim and her buttocks two luscious handfuls. If her bottom was food for a man's libido, her top half was downright devastating! Her breasts ballooned out in a dreamy cleavage covered by a fine mist of perspiration. Christ, he would love to have licked the sweat off her gorgeous breasts!
Some thought her Mexican, others Indian, but in truth, she was Armenian-American with a few gypsy genes thrown in. Her nose was delicately small with curving nostrils and Barry had overheard remarks from older Jewish ladies, hinting at a good plastic job. Adrian's lips were full and lush with barely a wrinkle in them-always with a slightly swollen poutiness. Jesus, to have those succulent lips wrapped around his cock, nibbling babyishly!
The tennis pro took a long slant-eyed drag off his cigarette, studying through the smoky haze, Adrian unsnapping her visor and laying it on the chair next to her as the waiter set her iced tea before her and tried to sneak a peek down her creamy cleavage. Two buttons had wiggled open during her game and she left them tantalizingly open, deepening the view between. She signed the chit, her pale green eyes looking out over the courts below as if looking at something only she could see.
Every male member of the Miami Beach Racket Club would have forfeited his membership for fifteen minutes in the sack with this desirable sex pot! But now.. . how to get to her? Barry wasn't the only baffled one. Everything about Adrian reeked of sex . . . the way she lit her cigarette, wiped the perspiration from her forehead, even the way she raised a fork to her mouth and wrapped her succulent lips around a wilted green . . . fairly shouted of sex. No . . . lewdity, a cattish cunningness that could claw and scratch a man's ego to bits. That's what fascinated Barry . . . that unconquerable unholiness, a feeling for the wild.
Nobody had the facts on this woman and she refused to enlighten anyone. She lived in Phoenix prior to Miami and had few friends. Jack, her husband, seemed an okay guy, based on Barry's standards . . . a healthy, good looking real estate salesman who was making a killing off the rich Jewish geriatric market.
Nothing could crack her shell; she seemed to live in an invisible glass cage like a knick knack . . . something to be looked at. God forbid should you touch it! Two things could make a person that wrapped up in herself, thought Barry. Either she's an uptight frigid bitch, or she's scared of something. Barry's male instincts opted for the latter: he'd caught her looking at men with those liquid, jungle eyes, but the moment they sensed her stare . . . poof! Off she went.
Enigmatically aloof, he'd approached her from every angle but rape. In one of his less cautious moments, he'd offered to buy her a drink.
"That's nice, but I came here to play tennis."
"Okay . . . right on."
A second time, freshly showered and dressed, he stopped, lit a cigarette at the bar and smiled his camera grin. "May I join you for a drink?"
Adrian had taken her time in answering, sitting back and raking her cat's eyes over his muscular frame, taunting him, playing with him. Apparently, he hadn't passed her test. "Thank you, Barry, but I'm expecting my husband."
Barry smiled through gnashing teeth. "Another time, maybe?" Bitch! Fucking cunt!
Other times she appeared less confident, casting wary glances in all directions like a caged animal. What the hell was she so afraid of? Adrian Parmenter was justly reticent.
To Adrian, her past was disconnected from the moment.. . something dead and gone like passing seasons. Her new life with Jack was healthy, and she guarded any hint at her past involvements in Phoenix.
Barry stubbed out his smoldering cigarette and watched the waiter deliver a message . . . from a lover, a friend? Adrian picked up her visor cap and brushed hurriedly past Barry, heading downstairs for the locker room where the thirty-nine year old Spanky stood unwrapping fresh towels, a non-filter cigarette dangling from her thin, taut lips. Her eyebrows arched and knitted defensively against her own smoke. When Adrian rushed in, Spanky stopped working, ran a hand to smooth back her ducktail haircut and watched. A real butch lesbian, she suffered the brunt of tasteless jokes around the club-harmless jokes. Spanky played it cool, never making a pass at the hundreds of naked women who disrobed before her hungry eyes. Adrian was one heck of a temptation, though, as she stripped to the nude, her body a masterpiece of concave and convex curves, all rippling and tanned to an even Polynesian bronze.
"Adrian . . . how's 'bout a nice rub down, huh?" the short haired locker-room lesbian suggested, trying to control her quivering voice and her heated excitement at the thought of running her oiled hands over the sensually naked curves of Adrian Parmenter's stretched out body.
Adrian tossed her ponytail over her shoulder and smiled politely in refusal. "Sorry, Spanky, but Jack's coming home early With a business friend." Spanky shrugged her heavy shoulders nonchalantly and went back to her towels, her heart beating faster as Adrian ran naked into the shower, her buttocks slim and firm and her breasts swaying with their milky load.
True . . . the waiter had delivered a note warning her of an at-home meeting. Dried and dressed now, she slipped on her large rimmed sunglasses, jumped into her yellow MG and sped on home to the suburbs to the AM radio disco beat. She didn't mind Jack showing her off to his business acquaintances, but had she known who the mysterious acquaintance was, she would have taken the long detour home.. .
Out of breath, she burst into the house with thirty-two minutes to spare and, jumping into a slinky afternoon wrap-around fashioned from wet-look honey beige, she pulled the lash tight, molding the shimmering outline of her lush curves until the puffy outline of her nipples showed through. In the full-length bedroom mirror Adrian studied her reflection, turning to get a full profile view, patting her stomach to flatten it and throwing back her shoulders. Hmmmmm . . . she cupped her breasts as if weighing them, pleased to see they hadn't sagged under their burdensome weight. Satisfied, she smeared a glossy smudge of lip gloss over her rose-succulent lips and pulled her long ponytail up into an off-sided topknot, as she'd seen in the last French issue of Vogue magazine. After a few narcissistic pirouettes, she rushed to the kitchen to mix a batch of martinis and to arrange a plate of appetizers: herring in sour cream, an array of French cheeses, crackers, and crispy raw vegetables.
When the doorbell rang, she swooshed towards it and came face to face with her past!
Hawkishly leering, Wade Collins stood coolly appraising Jack Parmenter's wife. Wade Collins the real estate tycoon . . . infamous playboy of the gambling capitals of the world, newspaper society page material, cruel fornicator of women. He shot her a lopsided caging grin. "Hello, Mrs. Parmenter, good to meet you."
Wade Collins, mystery to the press, was no mystery to Adrian. The aroma of cologne couldn't cover the acrid scent of his madman perversions, his rancid sense of humor or the stench of his venom. Adrian Parmenter knew this well. . . once she had been his mistress.
Adrian's heart stabbed in her chest and the blood drained from her face while her hand shot out to grab for support the door that seemingly faded away from her in a dizzying splash of stars and buzzing sounds. Wade Collins' face faded like a bad dream upon the first buzz of the alarm. Jack was mouthing silent words, his face dripping as do Dali's watches.
It took a while to find her pulse.
Then, with a start, her vision fuzzy, a voice and body breathing close over her, she stirred on the couch. That nearby body slapped her ashen cheeks, a look of terror and concern clouding once handsome features. Adrian gazed up at her anguished husband. "Wh-what happened?"
Jack let out a long sigh of relief. "Christ, honey, you scared me to death! You passed out, just like that!" He snapped his fingers and turned to Wade. "Hey, watch her for me, will you?" Jack stared down at where half of one puffy nipple had found its way clear of her bodice and he began to cover it, until he remembered a little see-but-don't-touch tactics was always good for business. "And no hanky-panky while I'm getting the smelling salts." In a wink, he was out the door.
Oh God, he was still there!
"Certainly," Wade nodded, suave and smiling with mock sympathy as he watched Jack scurry out of the room well out of earshot. With painstaking slowness, the sympathy faded from his cold steely eyes and he sat down beside her. "I told you I'd catch up with you!" he spat.
Adrian swallowed dryly and turned her ashen face to the side. "Leave me alone, just leave me alone!" Her voice sounded soft and pathetic as an injured kitten.
Wade snickered sadistically. "Don't tell me what to do, you little cunt!" He tweaked her exposed nipple until it puckered to his will and pinched it brutally until it hardened into a rose bud. "You ran away from me once and I swore to God I'd catch up with you . . . and when I did . . . I" His expression changed schizophrenically into a ripe, leering smile. "Naughty girls get their behinds spanked, Adrian!"
Adrian's heart thundered in her ears. "For God's sakes, leave me alone, Wade. I'm begging you!"
Wade threw back his balding head and let out a sardonic chuckle, one all too familiar to her: it signalled his mental lapses. Wade was a brilliant, perhaps ingenious, man by intelligence quotient standards, but unfortunately, his brain's chemistry was sorely imbalanced. He could change from tender to cruel in the flicker of an eyelash, from love to hatred and back again before you realized you were the target.
"You were always good at begging, my dear. I had something to do with that, didn't I, Adrian, you little bitch!"
Adrian's face twisted into a knot of despair and fear. "Wade, please leave me alone . . . let me live my life. I'm not the same person. I've . . . I've changed! I don't get off on that stuff anymore."
His eyebrows raised in interest and he gave her a cool, observing look that reeked of sadism. "We'll have plenty of time to discuss it.. . later."
That last word stuck in her brain like an aneurysm, and was twice as painful.
A swoosh of movement announced Jack's return, smelling salts and cold washcloth in hand. His eyes did a double take on Wade's hungry glare to Adrian's exposed, hardened nipple and back again. Putting distance between the two of them, he knelt at her side and stroked her lotion soft hand in his. "You must have worn yourself out playing tennis, honey.. . . "He paused. "Christ, you look as if you've seen a ghost. Want me to call Dr. Dandrick?"
What doctor could heal the infected wound of a sordid past?
"No . . . honey, thanks . . . I'll be alright." She pressed the cold washcloth to her forehead with the tips of her burgundy lacquered fingertips. "Sorry for this inconvenience, Mr.. . . Mr.. . . Collins, isn't it?"
Collins' lips twitched in a smirk. "Wade.. . Wade Collins. And may I add, Mr. Parmenter, you are a lucky man to have such a lovely wife.. . ? "
Adrian withered . . . the scorpion was ready to strike again, ready to dig his venomous tail into her life at the most unsuspecting and unpropitious moment. Hot and cold . . . manic depressive . . .
Jack helped her into the bedroom and she laid to rest like an injured victim, while he and Wade Collins resumed their business talk. The room began to close in on her, its walls pulsating in drumming patterns through dimly focused eyes. This had been her retreat, her hideaway, a place safe from ugliness, decorated in innocuous eggshell white and Wedgwood blue, a study of restfulness. Now it, too, was infested with Wade's paralyzing presence. As she lay half-comatose, she could feel his lingering glares, his unspoken threats, smell his poison. She shivered.
Closing her eyes, her mind reeled back in time like a corny midnight movie. . . back to Phoenix and to her two years-seven hundred and thirty days in the clutches of Wade Collins. Hell . . . she whimpered, it would make a great movie. In a sickening moment of self-hatred, she blamed herself for this lurid mess . . . but then, she had been a victim of circumstance . . . hadn't she?
CHAPTER TWO
Life was a day at the zoo, buying a red balloon.. . eating popsicles and riding tandem bikes in the park . . . until he went away with the promise to come back and get her fat with babies. She waited.
Then the telegram arrived from the Department of the Armed Forces of the United Slates: "It is our regret to inform you . . . "
She read no further. For a moment, she felt sick
. . . as if somebody had kicked her in the guts. One moment, a wife in love with a man, a future and then a few congressional hawks decided time was ripe to score a few points for America and they sent her lover to Viet Nam in defense of something that wasn't even ours. And her life was over. A piece of paper, a stupid telegram . . . saying "we're sorry . . . " Nada, zero.. . life ended. Flesh and blood and love and joy transformed into one piece of cheap burnable paper. Adrian screamed and crumpled it up.
The loss took its time sinking in, like an old shoe in a muddy swamp. She couldn't cry and went through her days like a mechanical robot, feeling nothing, blotting out pleasure along with the agony of pain. Silly little things like a discarded tie, a souvenir matchbook, sent her into hysterics.
Widows had to work somewhere and thank God for the guilty conscience of America; an insurance company hired the unqualified girl as a desk clerk. An aloof, attractive girl who performed her job satisfactorily, is how her past employer recalled Adrian . . . until she met the wacky older woman who put ideas into her head.
Carmen was her name, a flashy waitress with a bawdy sense of humor and a throaty laugh, sensed Adrian's vulnerable loneliness and succeeded in shattering the glass veneer of her sorrow. Adrian opened up in a flood of emotion. Carmen preyed on her gullibility.
"Honey, you've got to get back into the swing of things and have some fun. You'll wither up and reach menopause before you fall in love again. Oh, to hell with love!" laughed the woman in the beehive hairdo. "Just have some fun . . . "
Lying on her marital bed now with her husband and Wade Collins a door thickness away, a shudder bolted through Adrian's body, nearly rattling the bed.
That friend was the infamous Wade Collins. "Friend . . . " the word made her snicker bitterly. Wade used Carmen like he used everything else . . . as toys to break and bend and rip apart. The evil of this man was enough to make one's flesh crawl and Adrian was gullible enough to be recruited.
Nobody had forced her with whips or chains or verbal threats; she attended that party with Carmen on her own volition. Wade, Carmen reported, was a multimillionaire real estate broker who owned half of Phoenix and three-quarters of Tucson. He threw lavish parties and to even up the odds, he hired Carmen to find select young women. What mattered? Who cared? It was only one night in a lifetime.
On the surface, it glittered, but underneath it smelled of dead fish. Wade, an astute businessman, found it advantageous to have beautiful young things slinking around at his parties, escorting his clients, dropping them rumored hints as to which properties to buy, urging them to sign papers while in the heat of passionate arousal. Mata Hari of the real estate business. Some of his guests were hardly her type . . .but what the heck? Sheiks from Saudi Arabia hungry to invest oil money in a piece of America, multimillionaire Texas oil men with dung on their boots, snaky-eyed Mafia men. It all smacked of mystery and intrigue.. . an easy goal to pursue. Each time, each party, more drinks, more smutty suggestions, more drinks, more drunken blondes stripping naked, more drinks . . . total blackness until she woke with a start, hung over in a stranger's bed.
Carmen egged her on and made certain Adrian was invited along on Wade's private Lear jet that turned, predictably, into an orgy in the skies. The Bahamas, Acapulco, Hawaii . . . and all she had to do was spread her legs and collect the money. It all seemed so easy, until one night she found herself alone with Wade in his private bedroom. Until now, he was an employer, a benefactor, a sympathetic man, though a bit strange in his ways. She didn't know that he was a deviant eccentric with deeply rooted sadistic tendencies.
Even now, lying in the dimly diffused light filtering through the bedroom drapes, Adrian squirmed on the satin coverlet, her mind agonizing over the lurid remembrances of that hellish night. And yet, her traitorous body tingled electrically at the lingering memories of her once debauched lifestyle. Bittersweet was the taste . . .
Drunk again this time, Adrian came to fuzzy consciousness as Wade spoke to her in that mellifluous tone. Something felt tight and she tried to stretch, but she couldn't move. Her eyes flashed open in a wink. She was strapped on her back in some kind of chair! Straining, she lifted her head to see Wade busy as Dr. Jekyl on a full moon night, slaving over knobs and buttons.
"Ahhh!" she heard him talk to himself. "Let's see . . . how do we.. . ? "
A click and a whirr sounded and Adrian felt her head rising. A support on the back of her head was bending her neck so that she could see her body lying strapped and naked! God, she was captive in a special chair, black straps crisscrossing over her body with two foam rubber cups that cupped her bare buttocks. A single strap stripped her waist and her legs were trapped in some special conduits and strapped at the thigh and calf. Her arms were held out wide in the same type of soft gutters and strapped at the wrist. Her first feeling was not one of shock at seeing herself naked, but real, gut-wrenching fear. Was he going to perform some wacky experiment on her? "Wh-what are you doing?" she wailed. "Oh, God, Wade, let me out of here!"
"Hush little animal . . . " His eyes were glazed with madness. "I give all the animals in my zoo a trip to paradise and back," he said simply, stepping beside her. He had a way of speaking and moving in scientific precision. His fingers fluttered over the straps and he leered down at her nakedly exposed body while his fingers left the ankle strap to adjust the tiny suction cups on her nipples.
Her mouth went dry and her eyes scanned his 'pleasure dome'-its walls cluttered with pictures of animals . . . snakes, leopards, dogs, pigs, cows. On one wall a horse stood in profile, his loggish penis angry and red dangling between his legs, while across the room a snake coiled itself around a woman's naked thigh, its tongue licking at the tendrils of her pubic curls. Adrian felt her last martini gurgle in her smoothly rippled stomach.
"Don't.. . " she pleaded, stunned by the coldness of the cups positioned over the strawberry-hued nipples.
"Shhhhh.. . only a minute.. . only a minute.. . " he said like a concerned doctor, plugging wires into a machine by the chair and turning dials.
Maybe humoring him would help.. . "What is all of this Wade? This is a joke, isn't it?"
Wade turned to her and arched an eyebrow. "No, my dear."
"Come on . . . let me up!" She wiggled a painted toenail, the only part of her not strapped down.
Wade didn't reply. His face, expressionless, mask-like, regarded her coolly. He wasn't kidding, obviously. Incredulously, she looked around at all the equipment and at her goose bumped flesh strapped into some kind of Frankenstein table. "This is crazy, Wade!"
A thin, cold smile spread over his lips and his right hand flicked a switch that sent a tingling and jerking snapping through her breasts. "Wade . . . what are you doing?" she cried in alarm. In answer, he tripped still another switch and the pulsating in the cups settled down to a slow squeezing and tugging rhythm while a tingling warmth engulfed her nipples and she felt them grow taut and puckery. Despite her initial displeasure, it felt good, very good. "Wade . . . please stop this damned thing!"
Wade folded his arms across his chest and stepped back from the chair, cocking his head to take in all of her shivering, naked body. He smacked his thin lips, his eyes fading one shade cooler. "You're going to be saying 'please' so many times in the next hour or so.. . "
"What?" Adrian had to roll her liquid chartreuse eyes in order to see him.
"You will plead, Adrian." His mouth opened wide enough to see his teeth, something he seldom did; usually everything about him was tight and curt. "You will, like most humans plead. But the animal in you will take over, my dear.. . dolphins, you know . . . "He glanced toward a poster of a blue-gray dolphin diving for a fish, ". . . will voluntarily die of pleasure in experiments. If you don't believe me, ask Dr. Lily. Then of course, "and here he rubbed his chin contemplatively, ". . . you will plead for me not to stop because the animal in you needs instant gratification."
The shock of sobriety set in. Wade Collins was mad! She tried to struggle free of the straps but managed only to chafe her tender skin. "Wade, get me out of this stupid thing! I'm not an animal!" she-gasped, straining at her straps.
A snarl of contempt curled Wade's upper lip. "Go ahead. This room is soundproof.. . couldn't hear a bomb going off in here. Anyway . . . I like screaming."
Adrian fell silent, thinking. Wade was mad . . . insane. Why hadn't she seen that before? There had to be a way of reasoning with him. There had to be! "Don't humiliate me like this, Wade."
Calmly, he nodded in agreement. "That's what it's for."
She wet her lips. "Wade.. . this is sick. "Her head was held at such an angle that she could see her huge twin breasts in front of her with the suction cups lewdly clamped over her puffy nipples in a curiously arousing way. The gentle tingling and pleasantly sucking motion of the massaging cups was feeling more and more pleasant and . . . exciting. "Wade, for heaven's sake . . . stop this machine immediately, please, "she said, closing her eyes.
Silence . . . stony silence.
Eyes still closed, Adrian tried for a calmer voice, but fear crept in uninvited.. . fear and the firs t hint of sensual excitation. Although she tried to ignore it, a soft warm core of something sweet, hot, and inexorable was bubbling deep in her loins. And the cups felt so darned good rubbing over her hardening nipples. "What. . . are you.. . planning to do.. . to me?"
"I'm going to give you a lesson in human nature," she heard his voice answer crisply. "I'm going to show you what you and every other cunt is really like. "His voice turned hard and cold as the blade of a cleaver. His voice changed directions as he stepped down to her feet. She opened her eyes to see him press still another button, starting off a click and a whirr and then the soft hum of quiet, well-oiled machinery as the chair slowly began to move, tilting her backwards, while her legs slid slowly apart! A crying whimper rumbled from her throat as she felt herself being drawn back while her buttocks rose obscenely and her thighs were pulled wide apart.
She lay helpless, staring up at the ceiling while the cups maintained their gentle, insistent sucking that alternated with a tingling electric impulse, and she knew in a flash that what Wade was going to do to her. She pleaded, begged, promised him anything as he slaved over her, a wickedly perfidious grin on his tight lips, adjusting mirrors allowing her to see, to witness her own shame . . . her naked buttocks splitting wide apart. Her vagina was centered in the mirror. Adrian's eyelashes fluttered as she stared down to watch her own pussy lips swelling deliciously with blood . . . and excitement.
Something cold and snaky rippled through her body. She was obscenely helpless, yet she felt a lewd kind of excitement and horror in this obscene position. Hadn't she wanted her dead husband Carl to take her with an animal ferocity that would leave her pinned like a butterfly on a collector's board? Didn't she enjoy feeling helpless? Wasn't it thrilling? "NONONONONO!" she shouted.
Adrian clenched her liquid eyes closed and tried to thrash her head and body around. "NOOOOOOO!" she wailed, struggling and writhing against the naked truth. Oddly, she was being aroused by the bizarre manner in which she was bound and held and watching her own traitorous pussy lips swelling and puckering in an inviting pout, wasn't calming her either. She felt her cuntal walls lubricating themselves in a teasing way.
Wade was all action around her, flicking switches while machinery hummed and the sucking and tingling of the cups grew-almost, but not quite, causing pain. Pleasure was mounting in intensity and rhythm and it seemed to be coming from all directions. Adrian whimpered and opened her eyes to see her hips beginning to undulate, to see the lips of her pussy gush with blood and separate slightly until she could see the glistening red slit of her vagina opening up like a rosebud on a sunny morn. Below, the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks bunched and then spread like so much bread dough, giving a glimpse of her tiny puckered anus. It was all so unreal and terrible . . . and damnably lewd.
She watched, catching her breath as a stainless steel shaft rose noiselessly between her legs. Wade was busy screwing something in place, attaching a small plastic surgical hose to it. When he stepped back Adrian got a glimpse of what resembled a red tongue, made of plastic and surrealistically obscene. Wade flicked another switch and the tongue filled slightly, ballooning and slowly secreting an oily liquid. Another click and whirr and the tongue tilted forward, heading for her cunt.
A long low cry came from her lips as she felt the warm wet touch of the plastic tongue. "Wade! My God, stop!" she pleaded as she felt the rubbery head press gently against her vaginal lips and spread her cunt ever so slightly with delicious ease.
Wade made no answer and she couldn't see him, even by straining her neck. Now there was a mirror in front of her face and the wicked looking artificial tongue began to vibrate back and forth in tiny, quick oiled movements as it slid up and down the length of her pussy, gently spreading her lips and leaving a trail of glistening oil that spread over the insides of her thighs and gently, tantalizingly trickled down between her softly trembling buttocks to cover her brown buttoned anus. The false tongue continued to vibrate upward until it found the oiled nub of her clitoris and there it stopped and paid vibrating homage in a fast but gentle caress. "Ooooohhhhh!! ! " Adrian sighed. God, it was sweet but so maddening!
Suddenly the chair tilted even more, raising her hips above her head and spreading her legs wider as the tongue rose with her hips and plunged down, spreading her cunt wider until it began thrusting in and out. "Wade, WADE, STOP THIS CONTRAPTION!" she begged, small beads of sweat stood out on her forehead.
She sucked in her breath as the chair began to rock back and forth, her buttocks caught in twin cups, swaying back and forth as the mechanical tongue darted back and forth, vibrating. Her hips did a mechanical dance as the tongue dashed lower to make a licking and probing attack at her exposed anus. "AAAAAGggghhhhaaa!" she cried deep in her swan-like throat as she felt her body swept with a wild, maddening desire.
He had her and she was enjoying it and why not? Why stop now? Let him have his pleasure. "Oh God, that feels sooo good." she sighed.
Instantly there was a click and the tongue stopped and Adrian opened her eyes to see the tongue retract. Wade was back in sight now, his eyes narrowed to slits, his breathing rapid. "Didn't like that, did you . . . cunt!"
Despite her better senses, she heard her breathy voice acquiesce in a whispered, "Yes!"
"Want more? Oh, don't worry, my dear. . . there's much more!
Adrian closed her eyes and fell into silence. Every nerve in her body was telegraphing urgent messages to her libido demanding more pleasure. From fingertips to lacquered toenails, her body was on fire with the restless pleasure of an oncoming orgasm. How cruel of him to take that tongue away . . . right then! Another click and whirr and her head was being tilted back, far back until she was looking at the room upside down. Wade seemed to be standing on his head in front of her. She gasped as his hands unzipped his trousers and pulled out his stiffened cock and held it in his hand in front of her face! It was so small . . . so pathetically inadequate. "Suck it and I'll cum in your mouth."
Adrian shut her eyes and wrinkled up her nose. "No, never!"
He responded with a snarl and stepped back, stuffing his penis back into his pants. "We'll see.. . "
Another click and her head was brought back up and she looked in the mirror stationed before her chartreuse eyes. Wade was quiet, precise, furiously active, as he detached and unscrewed the oiling tongue and, taking something from a box, attached it to the stainless steel shaft. "There," he said simply. Adrian's eyes widened at the sight of the giant dildo-a plastic cock bigger than life! It had to measure afoot in length and two inches in girth! Speechless, she watched as Wade smeared oil on the thick bulbous head and then stepped back, dried his hands on a towel and, with a barely audible giggle, he flicked another switch.
"NO! NO! NO!" Adrian screamed. This insane maniac was about to rip her vagina to shreds. Lord, it could kill her! Not even the jungle Amazons could take a cock like that! Her mouth went dry as she watched, her eyes wide, her mouth open and screaming as the giant plastic cock came forward at an angry pace and she felt its brutal size and strength ram at the door of her tender pussy.
Like a battering ram it crashed forward, spreading the lips of her pussy, spreading them in a wide and tight circle around the bulbous head. It plundered into her, spreading the lips taut, aided by the oil and her own excitement. Wider and wider she spread until a shriek of pure agony pierced in her throat. She prayed she wouldn't burst or bleed to death!
With an obscene sucking sound, the cock head slid slowly up into her cunt and the lips of her pussy stretched taut and white like rubber bands. Slowly, it retreated and she felt her buttocks and hips being tugged out of their cups as she looked in the mirror and saw her vaginal lips rolling out, giving up the massive head reluctantly. Adrian was racked with pain . . . worse than her first menstrual cramps at the tender age of eleven. For a moment, she counted the stars in heaven as blood drained from her head.
The steely voice of Wade Collins broke through the pain. "In a little while, you're going to beg for more of my electronic lover, "she heard him snicker.
The foam rubber room absorbed her next shriek as the brutal plastic cock made its second attack, plowing deep into her and slowly withdrawing. "Oh, God, stop that thiiinnnnggg! Pleeeezz!" she screamed, begged and cajoled.
In answer, Wade increased the depth and tempo of his mechanical toy and the tingling and sucking on her nipples, too. Adrian felt a great growing sense of lewdness and wickedly sweet pleasure deep inside her quivering belly, rising to meet and mingle with pain.
With one final cruel plunge, the dildo thundered home to bang against her tender cervix. She screamed. Little pinwheels of light danced in front of her face and she blinked her bugging eyes and saw the great cock, its realistic looking shaft glistening with her cuntal moisture, retracting from her and the lips of her vagina peeling out and rolling back in. Again it plunged mercilessly back in, rolling ends of her pubic hair into her cunt. The tempo and brutality were approaching inhuman levels. Adrian fought for breath with each maddening stroke.
Her strength and resistance broke down and her hips helplessly strapped in place moved in rhythm to the dildo plumbing in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster it went, bigger than any real cock and much faster. This could go on all night! she realized in a burst of fear. She couldn't stop it and she couldn't fight it and, as she relaxed, wincing against the wild pain, she felt an evil enjoyment.. . a tactile, lewd devilish enjoyment of this artificial cock. An animal sound . . . half-moan, half-whimper, escaped from her throat. She stared with glazed eyes and watched the huge dildo plunge right up into her sucking cunt and pull out again, jerking her back and forth while the suction cups pulled at her nipples. A wild, indescribable pleasure overtook her. This hurt . . . but it hurt beautifully! Better than the tongue, better, really, than a man's cock! She was trapped, strapped and defenseless as the dildo battered her cushiony cervix with thundering strokes with such a force that her naked body and breasts leapt lasciviously and the cups stationed at her nipples sent an electrical thrill right down to the vee of her seeping loins! A loose smile formed on her succulent lips and without realizing it, she was straining forward for the next delicious plunge as the machine increased its tempo. God, please let this go on all night!
His mouth next to her ear, he breathed, "You like that?"
"Yessss!" she hissed and licked her parched lips. "Want more?"
Sweating, her teeth gritting, her face twisted into a knot of lust, she nodded and the tempo increased still more. Her chartreuse eyes rolled back in her head and her spidery eyelashes fluttered over her cheekbones desirously. A rumbling moan bubbled from her laxly parted lips.
"Is this better than your boyfriend Carl?" Wade probed, his voice breathy and high.
Her mouth open, she licked at her lips, then drooled and moaned as the great cock plunged on and her body tensed in anticipation of the orgasm that would shatter her defenses completely . . . perhaps for eternity.
"Answer me!" he bellowed.
She nodded and breathed the word, "Better.. . "
"Come on, Adrian. . . "his voice grew in intensity. "Better than who? Tell me!" she could feel his hot breath bathing her ear.
"Better . . . " she breathed again, feeling an odd pleasing shudder suffuse her body.
"You have a boyfriend, don't you Adrian . . . tell me!"
Adrian shook her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think, only to feel that thing fucking into her cunt while she lay helpless.
"Carl.. . " Wade refreshed her memory. "Carmen told me all about Carl. Is it better than him?"
A sob bubbled in her throat and tears smarted her eyes. She shook her head violently. For an answer, Wade increased the rhythm of the cock, sending her higher, pinning her in space, while the dildo fucked her beyond belief. "Aaaaagggghhhhaaa!"
"Better than Carl!" he shouted now and Adrian heard herself screaming. "Yessssss! Goddddd, yesss!" She felt herself slip into a mindless animal lewdness. Yes! Carl was dead and so was she, in a way, and nothing had ever fucked her like this before. The humiliation and debasement were bittersweet reminders of her loneliness. Lewd and beautiful beyond imagination as her whole body tensed and trembled as the rapacious dildo thundered more and more violently into her tender pussy. To cum was all that mattered . . . not Carl, not decency . . . nothing.
"Say it!" Wade was hysterical, up by her head now, the machinery whirring and clicking furiously.
"YES!" she moaned as she felt her head being tilted back. "Better than Carl! Better than anybody! Oh God!"
Her cries were stifled as her head was tilted far back and she saw his cock, hard and erect, but still pathetically insufficient, pumping in his fist. Opening her mouth, she closed her lips over the swollen satiny tip, feeling it hot and hard in her mouth. She nibbled at first until the first taste of his pre-cum alerted her taste buds to greater treats to come and she sucked wildly, twirling her tongue over the rubbery head. Holding her head in his hands, Wade looked triumphantly down at her naked body skewered by the great cock and saw her goose bumped, rippling naked body twisting and writhing in lustful rhythm. She was his captive.. . for now and forever.
His hips twitched in a lewd dance of victory as he slammed into her mouth, his hairy testicles slapping against her forehead. With a sharp cry, he pumped his scalding cum into her mouth and held his penis there, forcing her to swallow his sperm.
His body shuddered and he slumped against her, his eyes glazed, watching with cruel pleasure as she sucked him dry and came with a soul-shattering shriek as the torture machine went wild, Red lights flashed like police car sirens and the tongue, the dildo . . . everything went to work at once, caressing, pawing over every naked inch of her rippling body, teasing, taunting, probing, licking, fucking.
It was an orgasm that would stain Adrian's soul forever.
CHAPTER THREE
"Nooooooooooo!" Adrian, alone in her bedroom, twisted in mortal agony, beads of perspiration dotting her satin forehead. She felt hot and cold at once and her breath was shallow and labored. Weakly, she sat up, her heavy bosom heaving. The nightmare lived with her . . . that horrible-wonderful night when Wade Collins had released her. She had slumped, spent and sated and he had kissed her tenderly on the forehead as if to soothe a frightened child. "This was only for openers . . . " he had said.
Now Wade Collins, mad man Wade Collins was in her house in the next room injecting venom into her marriage. What could he possibly want from her that he hadn't already sampled? Something deep within her belly tingled lewdly in answer to that.
The last dying rays of sunlight were casting deeply lurking shadows in the cool Wedgewood bedroom when the door to the chamber creaked open and footsteps, silenced by the carpet, shuffled towards her. Adrian's hand flew to her mouth and she let out a little cry of fear as the dark shadow stepped closer, the bathroom's yellow light illuminating half of the shadowed face.
"My God, hon . . . it's only me." The mattress sagged under Jack's weight as he reached out and hugged her trembling body. Her lush milky breasts mashed against his muscular chest, her nipples still hard from remembrance. "Hon.. . you look like you had a nightmare. It's going to be all right." He held her shoulders firmly at an arm's stretch and, cupping her dimpled chin in his hand said, "Good news . . . we're going to Phoenix . . . all expenses paid. Your old man takes pretty good care of you."
She looked at him blankly, mascara smudges creating clown-like circles under her pale green eyes. "Wh-what?" Tiny furrows of despair wrinkled her satin forehead.
"Listen, honey. This Collins fellow is really knocked out by my ideas on promoting his Golden Acres property in Phoenix. He wants us to go . . . tomorrow."
"Oh . . . " she looked away, a put-wrenching pain twisting her pretty features.
"Come on, baby! It's my big chance to get in with the money-makers. Christ, we'll be millionaires! Stick with me, kid . . . "
"That's wonderful . . . " she mumbled. "Just wonderful."
* * *
Wade had made few changes in the five years since Adrian had flown with his shady friends in his Lear jet. Two of the twelve seats had been removed and the space filled with a stereo sound system and video machine. Ray Havens was still the pilot and the cracked bathroom mirror had not been replaced.
Adrian sat starchly in her seat, watching her husband fuss over Wade's obvious success. His solicitous attitude irritated her and she spied a weakness and greed in him she didn't know existed. She tried to soothe her defenses by concentrating on the flat square planes of Texas prairie under the jet's wing, while a recently employed bodyguard, Chet, sat smoking a cigarette across the aisle from her and stealing admiring glances at the stretch of naked thigh where her skirt had hiked up. A tough looking sandy haired man with gnarled knuckles, he was well and conservatively dressed in a Brooks Brothers suit and paisley tie. Only once had they exchanged glances, and she had averted her eyes immediately . . . his knowing lopsided grin too much company at a moment like this.
A cigarette would help pass the time, but she had no matches. Gently, she tapped her husband on the shoulder, interrupting him in mid-sentence. "Oh . . . sure . . . " he flicked his lighter, holding it at the tip of her cigarette. Through the lighter's hot orange flame Adrian's eyes, glowing like fireflies on a June night, glared burning with hatred, and raised momentarily to stare into the steely cold ones of Wade Collins. Why . . . ? she silently implored. Defeat shadowed all hopes for explanations. How could one talk sensibly with a depraved maniac such as Wade? One had only to wait for the next attack and defend oneself feebly. Wade never lost.. . except when he had lost Adrian.
A blue cloud of smoke burst through her rouged lips as she turned her head to glare through the stinging sunlight at the flatlands below. If he hated her so much, why was he going to all this trouble to ruin her marriage when one bullet would do the job cheaply, efficiently and quickly. Did he really believe she would come crawling back and beg for the debauched life he had introduced her to? She remembered those long weekends at his retreat in the Rocky Mountains and she shivered with shame and self degradation.
Jack was a fine man . . . thoughtful and tender, idealistic and faithful. Never forgot a birthday, an anniversary . . . an adequate lover. She'd met him on the tennis courts when Wade was away on 'business' in Saudi Arabia. Theirs was a hurried affair . . . lots of action packed into a weekend, and she decided to skip off, start her life on greener grounds, get away from the rottenness choking her. Wade didn't want her all the time anyway.
Now . . . years later, she was back on the plane heading for Phoenix . . . like a re-run of an old soap opera. To outwit Wade was impossible; a good defense was her only hope. I might have to kill the ugly bastard . . . She bit her lower lip unconsciously, her eyes squinting against the piercing, blinding sun.
Dealing with an insane genius was no game of monopoly. Out of the two hundred and twenty million people in the United States, he had traced her down. But why involve Jack in this sordid mess? The key to his madness seemed to lie in that question. Without turning her head, she listened to their conversation, painfully aware of Chefs accusing stare.
Against her own rules, she turned to study
Wade's plaster-of-paris executive smile. At first glance, one would mistake him for a responsible executive, a man who paid his parking tickets, lived a decent life.
With a cold shiver, she remembered some of his friends. The oily smelling Arabs from Saudi Arabia with bulbous noses and disgusting lust for a flashy Western life style.. . not to mention their Medieval attitude towards women. And contrasted to that was Joe, a rather mysterious guest who didn't seem to fit into the jigsaw puzzle of debauchery. His tall, rugged looks and sandy hair made him a misfit. He had witnessed Adrian's star role in "Zoo Story," one of Wade's sexual masterpieces.
Clearly, her life was on the line . . . her past experiences with Wade and company hanging before the eye of her memory like so many chapters in a dime novel. Coming to Phoenix was giving in, but Jack had insisted, saying it wouldn't look good for her to refuse Collins' invitation when it involved their economic future. Ice water seemed to flow through Adrian's veins. Somehow, she would free herself from his poisonous touch. God. . . what did he want of her?
Time unveiled some answers. They landed in an airport south of Phoenix, and Wade's private limousine chauffeured them to the Hilton. Jack irritated her with his popping eyes and whistles. "Wow! That Collins character sure had good taste!
Christ, I wish I would have met him sooner, baby!"
Adrian's temper was growing short.. . the first sign of fear. "Yeah. . . would have been great, huh?" she smiled lopsidedly, trying to ignore his raving ignorance. What kind of simpleton had she married?
"I think we're going into business together," he beamed, toying with the loose change in his pockets.
"So that's it!" Wade wanted Jack, too! But why?
"Miami is crawling with real estate brokers, and he picks me. That's quite an honor." He turned, gloating, expecting to see a smile on her face. His smile faded to angered hurt and injured pride, and he turned on her. "You don't care about my business! . . . all I'm asking for is your support." Jack drew a deep dejected sigh. "I guess you should have married somebody like Wade Collins who's already wealthy. Is that what you want?" Red, angry blotches were rising through his deep tan.
"Noooooooooo that's not what I want, darling!" She shook her head emphatically as heavy sobs rasped from her chest, making her breasts jounce and ripple voluptuously.
"What do you want, Adrian?" Jack hissed sharply. "Every time things start going well for me, you break down. My God, woman, what do you want from me?"
At his biting words, Adrian threw herself on the bed and buried her makeup smudged face in her lovely hands. "I.. . I want for us to be happy like we used to be." Her chin quivered pathetically. "I don't want to move to Phoenix . . . I like Miami . . . "
Jack's nostrils flared. "Well," he started, sucking in his breath, making his chest swell. "I'll tell you what Adrian . . . I am going to take care of number one this time . . . if I have to move to Phoenix, I'll do it without you!" A pause, then he leaned over, his hot angry breath blasting across her frozen features. "You acted like a scared little girl in the plane today. Christ, you didn't mutter a single civil word to Collins . . . after he's treated us to this . . . " he spread his hands, his eyes roving over the sun-drenched hotel suite at the top of the Hilton. ". . . and what thanks did you give him? Nothing! You didn't even goddamned say goodbye."
"But.. . I . . . you don't under-"
"Oh, I understand, Adrian. I understand very well." His eyes were bulging from his head now. "Some day I.. . "
Adrian raised her head, her green eyes squinting with contempt. Should she tell him about she and Wade? That would shut him up! "You don't know anything about this . . . Wade Collins, and already you're about to throw away our life together for some . . . gangster!" She'd almost said it.
Jack shook his head nonplussed, his voice softer. "I was feeling kinda bad about leaving you alone tonight while I go out on the town with Wade and his friends . . . but after this . . . " He shook his head disconcertedly.
Adrian was incredulous. Already Wade was separating them. "You're going to leave me alone in this hotel room while you go out with him?" Long curling eyelashes blinked over high Armenian cheekbones, and her mouth twisted in contempt. "Go ahead and walk out that door.. . but don't come back!"
Her husband snickered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you had a thing for Collins . . . I've seen the look on your face." Turning on his heel, he stomped out of the room, banging the door shut behind him with a force that sent a Renoir print crashing to the floor.
In a blur of motion she bolted the door, slumped back down on the bed and lit a cigarette to calm her nerves; but it only made her dizzy so she opted for a healthy shot of scotch up neat that burned a blazing path to her stomach. It bolstered her spirits and numbed her brain. Time dragged on, and the blazing Arizona sun headed for the West, sinking slowly into the sandy foothills beyond, taking with it the scorching temperatures . . . and Adrian's composure.
To drag her mind off her misery, she turned on the television station, tucked her legs up under her in the chair and with empathetic agony watched a hapless young girl being attacked and dragged off in a car, screaming, tires screeching. Adrian sucked in her breath. Would Wade Collins' men do the same to her? Next to her elbow, the telephone jangled and hesitantly, her red lacquered fingertips reached for the receiver and snatched it up. "Yes.. . ? "
"Adrian . . . " a woman's voice purred.
That voice.. . where? "Carmen! My God, it's been so long I didn't recognize your voice! How've you been?" No mention of Wade . . . yet.
"Just fine and dandy . . . same old stuff." She sounded half apologetic.
Adrian asked the obvious: "How did you know I was in town? Where did you get my number, for crying out loud?" It was a moot point, really, and Carmen conceded to that.
"You know . . . our old friend.. . ? " The tone of her voice hinted at something unasked, unspoken, merely intimated and slurred over.
"No way, Carmen, don't bother to ask . . . " Adrian's voice turned icy, deliberately unreceptive.
A pause, then a softer, "I can't blame you. I did you no favors when I introduced you to Wade . . . sorry, kid." She said in a bitter half-laugh.
Wasn't it a bit late for apologies? But holding grudges never did anyone any good; besides, Carmen was a likable woman. "That's okay, Carmen. Nobody twisted my arm . . . "
Soft, whispering muffled words came over the phone. "What, Carmen?"
"I said somebody's going to be twisting more than my arm if you won't see me . . . tonight."
Adrian grew frantic. "For God sakes, Carmen, pack your things and split! Don't be a masochist! He doesn't own you . . . "
A weary, hoarse laugh that hinted at too many cigarettes, late nights and" booze over the years crackled in Adrian's ear. "Look who's talking, Adrian. You're back . . . he found you. Besides, I'm not sure I'm ready to leave."
The mattress slumped under Adrian's weight and her knuckles turned white, wrapped around the receiver. 'Tell him I saw you and that the answer is no. I won't..
"Adrian . . . I thought of that. Chefs standing outside the phone booth . . . please?! After all the crap we've gone through in the past, we're still buddies aren't we?" she asked pathetically, pleadingly.
Adrian heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay.. . but Jack'll be coming home, so make it quick."
Five years is a long time and even under duress, Adrian wanted to look her old self. The smack of her hairbrush hitting the vanity chorused with a knock on the door.
Carmen stood there smiling tightly. "Hello, Adrian. You look fantastic!" she gushed.
Wrinkle lines had etched around Carmen's brown eyes in the past five years and she appeared haggard, worn, like an old pair of shoes, though her comforting disposition hadn't changed. Her figure, as Adrian well knew, was still an hour glass of symmetry and she wore the same heavy blue eye shadow and false eyelashes and a plunging neckline dress that pushed her bosom out and up like a tight French corset. She reeked of expensive perfume.
Wade had been working on her, breaking her down judging from her weak and abject visage, in the way she talked, in the wet submissive look in her eyes, the lewd tone of her raspy, sexy voice.
She accepted a scotch readily and they sat in the room sipping slowly, each studying and eyeing the other, looking for weaknesses, bendable defenses. What did Carmen want?
The answer came easily. "Wade is giving a party for some rich friends from Saudi Arabia who want to buy into his business and he wants only experienced girls . . . "
"No."
"Adrian, be sensible . . . " Carmen sounded irked. "I said no!"
Carmen pulled in a lungful of air, raising her ballooning bosom three full inches. "Have it your way, kid . . . but I hope you're prepared for the consequences." Carmen's amber eyes turned one shade darker and she couldn't look her old friend in the face when she said, "Wade's pretty influential in the real estate business, you know, and he could make it pretty tough on somebody just starting out-"
So that's it! Adrian withered. The ultimatum was clear enough. Could she sink back to that dark abyss of debauchery . . . the one she's struggled to extricate herself from? Her involvement with Wade hadn't stopped at that damnable chair . . . unfortunately. Parties, drunken brawls, really, had been a way of life for her. She'd acted like the paid whore she was, entertaining at Wade's parties . . . sucking cocks indiscriminately, making love with casual nonchalance to faceless men who used and abused her, running down her self esteem and making self respect and pride anachronisms in her life. At times, those experiences had been the most exciting thing she had ever known and, despite herself, those lurid memories sparked a twinge, a deep surge of dark desire.
"He's going to buy up the property bordering Jack's senior settlement in Miami and under price him to put him out of business. That piece of property won't be worth more than two hundred grand. Sure you won't reconsider?" Adrian swallowed hard and stared at her friend's painted features, reading something perfidiously cruel and frightening. "You like being Wade's whore, don't you, Carmen?" Her eyes cored into her friend's blue shadowed ones.
Carmen licked her painted lips. "I like it.. . I love it! He's insane and pretty nasty at times, but I love it!"
Adrian let out a sigh; she knew exactly what Carmen meant. Wade's charisma had the effects of injected aphrodisiacs, the power to leave you helpless with a craving for more. And now this viper was about to ruin Jack's business . . . bankrupt them. Adrian bit her lip.
For a moment, Carmen looked rueful. "Seems I do you nothing but dirt, honey . . . but someday I'll make it up to you." The threads of morality left in this battered woman knotted her face torturously. "Goodbye Adrian . . . Wade will be in touch with you."
The door closed softly and for a dazed moment, Adrian stood staring at it, her heavy breasts heaving with pent up emotion. Wade held all the aces.. . again. She needed an ally . . . anything to fight him with. But what? She poured herself a drink to bolster her spirits and decided in that lucid moment to arrange a meeting with Wade. That would be simple; the rest would be difficult, if not fatal.
Out of the corner of her chartreuse eye she saw the door knob twist. Were they coming to get her already?! Jack opened the door, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Hi, baby . . . " His eyes were red as road maps and his knees looked weak. He was drunk.
"How did it go?"
"Fan-tas-tic! we're gonna be millionaires in a month, honey . . . you jes' stick with ol' Jack." He threw his arms around her and hugged her tight, kissing her with cognac and cigar breath that grew more shallow as his erect manhood jabbed into her stomach. He sucked on her lips, his kisses heated with passion while his hands reached under the tie belt robe she wore and with one jerk, slid it down over her shoulder, down over the milky globe of her voluptuously swollen breast with its brown puckered nipple. He cupped it, raising it to his mouth while his other hand sleeked down over her naked thigh to graze over the tendrils of her pussy curls.
Adrian's defenses melted as he backed her down onto the bed and let his tongue snake from one berry nipple down over her smooth abdomen to tease in the jewel of her navel . . . then down, tantalizing downward to the pouty lips of her cunt.
Adrian's burgundy lacquered fingertips spread out in search for the tab to his zipper as that too familiar wanton streak of sensuality overcame her, reducing her to a mass of quivering naked flesh begging for fulfillment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Deep, chest-heaving snores rattled from Jack's side of the bed early the next morning as Adrian lay dreamily half awake, feeling Jack's sticky male juices oozing sensuously between her luscious thighs. With his male seed still alive inside her womb, she should have felt one with him. She didn't . . . Wade Collins occupied her conscious thoughts. How could she contact him without Jack knowing?
Again her tormentor seemed to be reading her mind. The telephone jangled next to her on the bedside table and before it could ring twice, she clutched it in her delicate fist.
"Hello?" Intuitively, she knew who it was before the unctuous, mellifluous voice of Wade Collins purred in her ear.
"Mrs. Parmenter. How are you this morning?"
Adrian defended his attack with a sexy tone of voice that sounded casual and reckless. "Just fine." She paused, listening for Jack's next snore. "I would like to see you tonight.. . for old times sake."
The egotist in Wade couldn't be denied; his voice reflected his pleasure at her asking favors. "We can arrange that.. . I want my accountant to go over some papers with your husband tonight. Have him give me a call when he wakes up. Oh, and Adrian . . . your husband is a nice fellow . . . too bad."
The clack of the receiver hanging up awoke Jack who flipped over on his back, his bloodshot eyes blinking dizzily. "Who's that, honey. . . ? " he yawned.
"Wade Collins . . . "
"Holy shit! And you didn't wake me?" he blasted and sat up stiffly, the blood draining from his face. He threw off the covers and stood up weakly. "What the hell's he gonna think?"
'This again?" tutted Adrian, crossing her arms over her luscious breasts veiled in a pale green peignoir, and rolling her eyes. Something in her husband's namby-pamby attitude and childlike groveling after Wade Collins' approval disenchanted her. Jack was being so damned servile, bowing to Wade's every whim that her resentment grew to an irritation. Of course she couldn't expect Jack to see through Wade's narcissistic demands . . . but did he have to take it out on her? Dwelling on that thought, she realized that Jack always took care of number one and to hell with her needs. She existed only in relation to his business . . . no more important than a hostess or answering service. And he encouraged her to look her seductive best at all times. Like last New Years Eve when Jack stood by and made light of a client pawing her breasts in public. He hadn't protested one bit.
She took a long contemplative soak in the tub while Jack sat feeling sorry for himself, gulping down vitamins and black coffee to clear his brain for tonight's meeting with the accountant. He sat in bed fiddling with his pocket calculator and jotting down notes. Why couldn't he ask for her advice when his business involved her future, too?
By the time seven o'clock came, Jack stuffed the papers into his brief case, pecked her on the cheek and made a meekly overstated apology for leaving her alone. "Tomorrow we'll go out on the town so I can show these Arizona hicks what a beautiful woman is!"
"Goodbye, darling." Again, she sat alone waiting for fate to strike another blow. The telephone rang just as Jack closed the door behind him.
"Mr. Collins is waiting for you in valet parking," a messenger said.
"I'll be right there."
Adrian turned slowly in front of the mirror, examining her every mouthwatering curve, checking her profile. Was the dress tight enough, the neckline low enough to please Wade's carnal tastes? Her long straight raven hair shimmered with blue highlights and her pale green eyes glowed cattishly under long curly eyelashes. She stood sleek and slim as a female panther in her black jersey dress.
In the hotel lobby her perfumed sensuality caused a stir. Her walk, the way she held her head, the easy fluid motion of her hips, the ripple of her breasts under her wrap-around dress . . . all transformed into one lust-inciting motion that every man-from the bell boy to the eighty year old gentleman checking in coveted. Who was this gorgeous woman?
Wade's silver Rolls Royce limousine stood out above the rest and, as she stepped off the curve in her ankle strap shoes, a chauffeur, tall and big and black, opened a rear door and closed it for her. The new limousine smelled of rich animal leather.
Wade, dressed to the nines, his hair freshly clipped, his nails polished, sat suavely complacent, a man in control. She left a body-width between herself and his shadowed, lurking figure. Adrian cringed and tingled at the same time.
"We have something to discuss, Wade . . . "
"Yes . . . we do," he smirked.
The car's motor purred silently and Adrian noticed a second man sitting up front, sitting slumped in the passenger's seat smoking a cigarette. Chet was along.
"I've never liked talking in cars, my dear. We'll go to my new retreat. You'll like it.. . "
Wade nodded to the chauffeur and they pulled out onto the highway, heading south. A glass wall separated she and Wade from the driver and hatchet man.
"Why, Wade . . . why me?"
His craggy features hidden in the dark night shadows illuminated by glaring, passing headlights lurked at her like a wolfs hungry eyes in a dark forest. "You're looking good, Adrian . . . delectable." He hadn't touched her and already she could feel his hands raking over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her buttocks, sparking that unholy desire within her . . . that damnably sublimated desire.
She sucked in her breath, her breasts heaving with emotion. "What do you want?" She sounded every bit as frantic as she felt.
"You've put on a couple of pounds, Adrian," he tutted and shook his head tauntingly.
"Will you answer me . . . please?"
Wade sighed and studied her with a bored, pained expression. "I'll tell you when the time comes."
Adrian caught her breath; time had mercifully erased the memory of Wade's maddening incorrigible ways and how he could turn the simplest question into a biting insult. Be cautious, a little voice within her said. "Carmen told me about the party . . . I'll go if you'll lay off Jack."
"That's nice. You know what I expect of you?"
"Yes." God, how well she knew! Adrian's mouth went cotton dry. Obviously, communicating with Wade was like trying to talk to a brick wall; nothing could seep through his cemented defenses. "Then you agree to leave Jack out of this?"
Wade cocked an eyebrow and laughed acidly. "Don't tell me the little slut has turned into a Betty Crocker!"
Adrian glanced at his evilly grinning face and the pit of her stomach froze. "Don't make fun of me, Wade. I'm happy."
"Is that what you bothered to tell me . . . that you're happy?" he chortled, his mouth twisted perfidiously. He placed his clammy hand on her dimpled knee and Adrian's flesh crawled. "I don't approve of the way you left me, Adrian. I like my women to come and ask my permission." His voice dropped to that ominous level of rabidness. He was about to strike. She could smell expensive cologne as he leaned closer and whispered, "I like them to beg me . . . to plead and scream like hungry animals."
"Take me back to the hotel!"
"In fact, speaking of animals, there are a few in the front seat waiting for their nightly feeding. You're just in time to do them a favor, my dear." He threw back his head and bellowed psychotically.
"Wade . . . you're crazy . . . demented!"
His hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair, knotting it, twisting it, causing pain. "Don't ever call me crazy, bitch!" He shoved her against the car door. "Why? Because I do what other people want to do but can't because they don't have the balls? Because I enjoy life? I'd say insanity is when one can no longer cope with your human situation," he said, settling back comfortably. "Right now I'd say you're the one who's mentally deficient. Look at you, Adrian.. . you're a psychological mess!" He let out a cruel, hard laugh. "You need a release from tension, my dear."
Adrian wailed from the pit of her stomach. How many times had she heard those words before? She pleaded, reasoned, and cajoled and when that didn't work, she threatened. By the time the car rocked to a halt outside of a stucco hacienda, she was out of breath and shaking. They dragged her from the car, a screaming, thrashing female. Chet and Perry, the 'til chauffeur, slapped her around, then carried her into the house. They did her a favor . . . they didn't drag her off to the chair.
Four cruel hands dragged her down through the sunken living room, to the bar where she backed off into a corner, cringing like a cornered animal while the three leering men stood looking at her and grinning. "Touch me, you bastards and I'll call the cops on you! I don't care if you kill me, you cruel bastard . . . just leave me alone!"
Perry and Chet waited for instructions. Wade raised his eyebrows. "Hmmm . . . give the lady a drink."
Perry ambled over to the bar and came back with a drink in his black paw. Adrian accepted it, then snarled and hurled it at him; he ducked laughing, while the heavy bar glass crashed into a glass shelf, sending it to the floor in a clangor of broken glass.
Wade got to his knees, picking up the fragments of broken glass, a wan expression bordering on silent hysteria evident on his face. Lovingly, he caressed the remnant of a broken glass elephant, then raised his head at Adrian. "You've destroyed my zoo, Adrian. You've broken my animals!" His voice went high. "Boys . . . " he said slowly. "Give the lady a drink." His words hung in the air, buzzing in Adrian's ears. She knew what was coming.
"Scotch okay with you, lady?" Perry went to the bar.
Perry, grinning nefariously, advanced on Adrian. "Make it easy on yourself, lady." He seized her by the shoulders and pinned her in place with his brute force. Slipping his arm around her delicate neck, he slipped behind her, holding her in a bear hug. She could feel the beginning of a hearty erection as his pelvis pressed up against her soft buttocks. Slowly, using his arm, he eased her head back and Chet unscrewed the bottle and tried to pour the scotch down her throat.
Adrian fought, thrashing her head, whipping her blue-black hair in their faces and clamping her pouty mouth shut, but Chet forced her lips open and splashed scotch in her mouth. "Mmmmmphffffff . . . " She had to breathe to relieve her burning lungs . . .and she gave up. Immediately, Chet upended the bottle and the amber liquid burned a singeing path down her throat.
Minutes later, they were all sitting around idly staring at Adrian's slumped body on the couch, the nearly empty bottle of scotch cradled in her lap. Wade chortled at her drunkenness; he liked to see his women degraded like that. In a few minutes, he'd have Adrian back, groveling like a slut. Already Perry had taken off his coat and tie and was sitting anxiously on a chair, rolling marijuana cigarettes and chopping cocaine on a mirror. Chet was stripped down to boxer shorts, his muscular ex-boxer body gleaming in the dim light.
Perry lit a marijuana joint and sucked on it, getting it smoking well and offered it to Wade.
Wade waved it aside. "Get on with the show . . . I don't like that stuff."
The black chauffeur handed it to Adrian whose trembling ill-aimed hand reached out for it. "Take a good lungful and follow it up with a snort of this stuff." He handed her a mirror and a rolled up hundred dollar bill. Closing her eyes, Adrian took a deep drag, then put the rolled up bill to her nostril and sucked the white powder up her nose . . . something she'd done many nights at Wade's parties. Immediately, she felt a heady rush of energy.
She looked a mess. Her dress had opened nearly to the waist and her breasts were peeking out almost to the berry nipples. Perry reached one hand under the dress and caressed the nipple, snickering as it puckered to life. "Ah," he said, "That's it."
"Save some for me," called out Chet, reaching for the mirror and cocaine. "And I wasn't talkin' about the drugs, neither, Perry."
"Let's get on with it." Wade was growing impatient.
Adrian inhaled a second line of cocaine while Perry and Chet stripped off their clothes. "Damn, she's some bitch!" rasped Chet, reaching down to stroke his bloated penis.
"Nice enough for two," added Wade.
Their laughter made Adrian look up, her green eyes fogged and out of focus from the alcohol and drugs. Two naked men were standing in front of her, two huge muscled men. Her eyes traveled down over their bodies, down from their hairy chests, over the smoothly muscled vee of their loins to their erect penises jutting out from forests of pubic hair-one blonde, the other black as night.
She didn't resist when they pulled her to her feet, taking the bottle from her. She blinked, squinting her eyes, her brain a receptor of conflicting messages as they ripped off her dress leaving her standing in her brassiere, panties, stockings and high ankle strap shoes. Somebody . . . Perry, maybe? pulled off her brassiere and her lush melonous breasts leaped free in a quivering shimmer of naked, creamy flesh. In a feeble attempt at modesty, she tried to cover her naked, puckered nipples with her hands, but only made herself the more appealing. Chet, kneeling beside her, yanked her flimsy pink bikini panties off, tearing them to shreds. Adrian stood there naked in her stockings, garter belt and high heels.
"Let me see her!" Wade cried from his chair, sitting like a king on his throne, commanding his servants.
Unquestioningly, his servants obeyed: Chet and Perry each held a lithe arm as they stepped back to show off Adrian standing in the middle of the room with all her feminine loveliness naked to Wade's hungry stares. Slowly, they turned her in profile for Wade to see her swollen, milky breasts that quivered and jumped as she put up a token struggle. Beneath her naked breasts with their puffy nipples, her rib cage curved down into a tiny molded waist and her hips fanned out just far enough to support two smooth, tanned thighs. Her legs were extraordinarily long and lanky and, as the men slowly turned her around, Wade stared smugly at her long tan back that curved delicately down to meet two firm full ass cheeks that undulated for his pleasure as they turned her around. Hers was a body deserving of his pleasure dome chair!
Waiting for the cue from Wade, the two men stood at her sides, their rancid breath blasting her naked neck and she could hear their shallow, lustful breath. Wade nodded, and in a gust of strength, they forced her down to her knees between them. She tried to bury her head in her hands, but Chet brutally wrapped his gnarled knuckles around her long black hair and yanked her head up and back. A snarl curled his scarred lips and, jutting his blood fed penis at her, grunted: "Suck!"
Struggling was no use . . . she was their prisoner, their captive to abuse as they wished. Perhaps the alcohol and drugs would dull the pain. All she could think was: A cock is in my mouth.
Perry's nostrils flared, watching Chet take the initiative. He whipped her head around toward his loins and shoved his black uncircumcised cock in her face. "Suck," he ordered.
Cocks seemed to be everywhere . . . black ones, white ones. Relying on her instinct, her hands groped and she felt something hard and hot and throbbing in her tiny fist. It was big and hard and hot and promising! Closing her liquid eyes, she opened her mouth and her red velvety tongue licked and she tasted the first pre-cum dribble of Chefs cock in her mouth.
Wade sat on the edge of his seat, finger tips together, watching, leering. He ground his teeth as Adrian took the bodyguard's massive cock into her soft mouth. His lips twisted lecherously as he watched Perry find her free hand and guide it onto his own huge rod of flesh, forcing her fingers to squeeze it and stroke it and play the skin back so that the tip was naked and shiny.
Knowing that to defy Wade was close to fatal, Adrian pulled her lips from Chefs cock and, opening her mouth wide, wiggled her tongue over Perry's throbbing hardness. With a submissive sigh, she let it slide into her mouth, filling it up as she sucked away.
The bodyguard and chauffeur snickered lustfully and the black one began to pump his hips, sliding his penis in and out of her mouth while Adrian hung on and sucked to save her life.
With the booze and the marijuana and the cocaine she didn't know who she was or where she was . . . only a dim flicker of consciousness reminded her of the grim reality of her salacious task . . . and how what would happen to her if she didn't comply with Wade's perverted demands. Years had passed since she'd acted like a slut with Wade somewhere controlling everything from the sidelines. God, no, she couldn't allow herself to sink that dismal level again. "Nooooooo!" Her lips loosened from the penis fucking into her mouth and she fell to her knees, a veil of raven hair cascading from around her lovely nakedness.
"Bitch! Goddamned cunt! You will!" Wade jumped to his feet in a flash of movement, a bull whip in his hand. His upper lips curled sadistically as the leather strap crackled down on Adrian's bronze back, crisscrossing a red welt. "You bitch! You suck cock when I say suck cock!"
Adrian stiffened and sucked in her breath. Something frightening, yet alluring about being sexually humiliated this way sparked the lingering lust that untrapped her whorish nature. Down in the nest of her femininity she felt her cuntal lips swelling hard with desire and the walls of her cunt hot and itching and wet. "Noooooo!' She thrashed her head, her eyes stinging with scalding tears.
Anything but the whip. Compliantly, she opened one swollen eye painfully. There seemed to be cocks everywhere? How many? Whose? It didn't matter.
God help me, darling, but I'm doing this for you . . . she thought silently and spread her burgundy lacquered fingertips to crawl up and clutch the strong hairy thighs as her head was forced back, and Perry and Chet, black and blonde were standing side by side, bending over her, pumping their lust-bloated penises in their hands. In one painfully synchronized movement, they shoved their cocks into her tender mouth at once! Adrian choked and nearly gagged, but sucked obediently as she felt Wade behind her, prodding her anus with the bullwhip handle. Those hard hunks of flesh tortured her tonsils, shoving their way towards her esophagus.
Wade glowered at her submission . . . she was just another animal, perhaps more beautiful than the rest . . . but still an animal. He licked his lips, seeing her buttocks quiver, her head held back as she sucked on the two cocks at once. "Come on, bitch, suck! Suck for your life!" The bull whip handle found the brown button, of her anus and Wade gave it a vicious shove, boring the end a quarter inch into her tender nether ring. Adrian's spine snapped back and immediately she slipped her hands behind the men to caress and fondle their muscular buttocks.
They dragged her to her feet then and Perry put his hand over her seeping cunt and massaged it while Perry fondled her hard-tipped breasts, teasing and pinching them into diamond chips. An absent smile spread across the betrayed face as she closed her eyes and let her hips gyrate easily and lewdly, thrusting them forward so that Perry could stick his finger up into her cunt and stop some of the maddening tingling.
"Christ, the bitch is dripping wet!" he said in a thick voice.
"Fuck her!" Wade's voice was shrill.
Leaving her unsupported, they let her fall back on the couch like so much dead weight.. . a mindless mass of lustful flesh. She sprawled mindlessly on her back with her arms above her cascading raven veil of hair, her eyes closed, her mouth gaping open like a dying fish. Her breasts heaved deliciously, her hips gyrating into the leather cushions of the sofa where a growing puddle of female juices accumulated between her spread thighs. One leg dangled off the couch, opening her cuntal vee for all three men to see . . . six hungry eyes glared at the weeping wetness of her pink pussy, swollen and begging for sex.
Perry lunged at Adrian, ready for action.
"Wait!" Wade's tenor voice, reedy with excitement, cut through the air like a bullwhip. "Make the bitch beg for it." He gnashed his teeth, toying with the bull whip. "Do you want to be fucked, Adrian?"
Feeling her body immersed in a hot sticky sexuality, longing for a long thick cock to sink into her burning cunt and send her spiraling toward a delicious orgasm, thrashed her head back and forth and bent her knees, thrusting her vagina upward in offering, "Yesssss!" she hissed.
"Say it!" Wade snapped the whip inches above her head.
"Fuck me, fuck me, all of you fuck me!" The debasing thrill, the orgasmic debasement of hearing her own voice call out those filthy words made her more desperate.
Perry's black muscle-ripping body fell on top of her and Wade breathed faster as he saw them, black and white, together. The hulking chauffeur took her lovely form in his thick arms and put the head of his bloated black cock right at the slit of her cunt and ran it deliciously up and down the full, hair fringed length. Beneath him, Adrian moaned with delight and squirmed around on the couch, begging for more. "Fuck me!" she murmured. "Oh, God, fuck me!" Jack was tender and gentle in bed, but she didn't want that now. Only a viciously fucking cock could satisfy her now.
Perry went mad, ramming his cock home in her white shimmering cunt, filling it and splitting her legs wide as she cried out against the sudden shock and pain but kept pumping her hips, knowing she would soon crawl past the pain. Perry, his eyes bulging from his black face, fucked her with all his might, his semen-filled balls slapping against her wide-split buttocks as he lifted her up off the couch with each sucking withdrawal, then slammed down all his weight on her again, his cock sinking deep into her roiling hot cunt.
"Hey, Perry . . . save some pussy for me!" Chet called out as he knelt down on his knees beside the couch and jabbed his tongue between Adrian's laxly parted lips.
"Just makin' her cum is all I'm doin', " grunted Perry.
Impatiently, Chet wedged Adrian's limply held hand between his hands and stationed it so that her lips could pooch around his cock as the black chauffeur fucked in and out fast and brutally. Adrian closed her lips around Chefs blood-fed cock and felt Perry's storming into her cunt. She was on a long liquid ride-a kind of obscene slide-as her naked body ground and humped back at Perry's with each hard thrust. She sucked on Chefs mushroomed cock voraciously, taking it right down to the thick hairy base.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she opened her mouth, arching her body upward, lifting Perry's two hundred and five pounds off the sagging couch with superhuman effort. The cords in her neck stood out like telephone cords as she let Chefs cock slip from her mouth and screamed, "Aaaaaeeeeiiiikkk!" Then she collapsed, quivering, panting as she felt her nerves dancing to the animalish fury of her orgasm.
She lay spent and half comatose, moaning as Perry slowly withdrew his purple-veined black cock and rolled off her and slumped to the floor, a thread of cum smearing across Adrian's naked thigh as he fell in a black heap of panting flesh.
Instantly, Chet was upon her, pouncing on her naked body like a cat on a mouse. His hands were all over her at once, pinching, teasing, squeezing, causing her delicious pain. "Damn, I want to fuck this bitch!"
Wade stood on the sidelines, stroking his own hard erection through the soft fabric of his Gucci pants. There was time . . . when you're Wade Collins time is always on your side. If it's not you destroy it or buy it.. .
In one flip, Chet flipped her over onto her stomach until she lay flat on her belly, crushing her breasts against the leather couch as his gnarled fingers ran over her smooth firm buttocks. Cupping his hands on the cheeks of her luscious ass, he slowly spread them apart to reveal the tiny tight brown button of her anus. Adrian, adrift on a limitless sea of bittersweet salacity, twitched as the tip of his bony finger flicked over the puckered little hole. A lazy lewdness blanketed her body, glowing like sun on a tanning body. The alcohol and drugs had worn down her defenses to an unconscious level of depravity and, with a bitter laugh, she admitted to herself that she wanted to feel hands caressing her body all over, touching every inch of her. And cocks, she wanted them, too . . . wanted to touch them with her fingers and taste them with her velvety pink tongue and feel the underside veins gushing with red blood as she sucked them, preparing them for the holy altar of her cunt. To think of Jack was senseless. He would hate her if he saw her groveling like this. Deep down inside, she hid a dark streak of exhibitionism that only Wade Collins could bring to light.. . and only because he forced her.
She lay murmuring nonsensical words, relaxing her body, spreading her legs until they hurt, allowing Chet a bigger playground in the nest of her anus. His rhythmically flicking finger lulled her into a daydream: She was on stage, in a theatre and she undressed for them, showing off her perfect body amidst a sea of wanton smiles. She danced and pivoted, tantalizing men cruelly with her beauty until they crawled on stage to fondle her. It felt so wonderful . . . all those hungry hands wanting her . . . massaging, fondling, caressing.
"Awwwwohhhh!" she cried, her face wincing in pain as Chet brought her back to consciousness as his finger bore down on the brown ring of her anus, pushing brutally.
"Aaaggghhh!" she screamed in wide-eyed agony as the tiny rubber ring guarding her rectum expanded in a red mist of pain and his bony middle finger plunged in to the first knuckle. Her anus tightened defensively around his finger as he wiggled and turned it, feeling out the soft buttery depths.
Adrian lay tense and frightened as she felt the finger probing deeper into her rectum, then opened one chartreuse eye to see Perry's huge body, lying on the floor watching her with liquidy jungle eyes, his penis big, black and bloated. Across the room sat Wade, watching, drooling from one corner of his taut lips, a glazed look in his eyes. Their eyes were on Chet with his knobby finger in her anus. The thought of these horny men watching her ravishment was enough to make the pain enjoyable. Being sodomized while somebody watched, sent a lascivious spark in Adrian's veins. Her hips started to roll again.
"By Jesus, look at that!" whistled Perry. "She likes it!"
Adrian closed her heavy lidded eye and spread her legs wider, luxuriating in the feel of the animal leather against her cunt and clitoris, red as a rose now, as Chet bore down again, sinking his finger deeper into her anus.
It hurt, but it hurt wonderfully. The cocaine gave her the strength to lift her split buttocks off the couch and get to her knees, spreading her legs in splits, her head still resting on the couch, her breasts spilling voluptuously downward, her hard nipples just grazing across the soft leather as she wriggled her buttocks and arched her back as Chet sawed in and out of her puckered anus.
Wade let out a throaty animal cry and unzipped his fly and held his throbbing cock in his hand inside his pants as he watched his ex-boxer bodyguard with his whole middle finger sunk in Adrian's anus. Chet got to his knees and waddled up close to Adrian's grinding buttocks, his cock clasped in his free hand.
Adrian delighted in the exquisite sensuality of the hard rubbery cock head being rubbed against the dripping slit of her cunt. She moaned in a throaty, lustful voice as his finger probed obscenely inside her anus. Her vagina lubricated with excitement and she shuddered, her body rippling deliciously as the head of his cock slipped with lubricated ease up and down against her pussy. Slowly, she felt her cuntal lips being spread wide; wider, then, as she gave an animal sound of satisfaction and his hot hard cock slipped home and held there while his finger wiggled in her anus. Slowly, her green eyes shut to the world, she pumped her hips back and forth in time to his grinding thrusts.
A kittenish mewl of delight purred from her lips as she opened one eye to see the chauffeur's cock swelling viciously, his dark eyes locked on the twosome on the couch. Languidly, Adrian's arm fell off the sofa and her slender fingers trailed up along his powerful thigh to his massive black penis which she choked with her fist, then stroked to a massive erection. Perry, wild with lust, rose to his knees and crouched over next to her head.
Adrian stuck out the tip of her velvety pink tongue and ran it over the thick mushroomed head of his cock, feeling his ebony body shiver with delight. Closing her eyes, she automatically opened her mouth and felt the hot-veined cock slip inside.
All three bodies began to flow and pump, hump and grind against each other in an obscene rhythm. A wave of shameless lust swept Adrian away in a sea of debauchery. Wade Collins was punishing her for running out on him and she deserved it. She was his captive and so it didn't matter what she did. . . she was saving herself and Jack, wasn't she?
Chet fucked and probed with his knobby finger and Perry, on his knees now, pumped his blood fed cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth, tiny dribbles of saliva and pre-cum drooling from the corners of her succulent mouth. She screwed her buttocks back and forth and felt still another orgasm mounting deep in her loins. She would cum and then collapse in an ecstatic catatonic state while the two men ravished her body.
"Now! Jump on that bitch! Both of you!" Wade cheered his men on from the sidelines, his voice shrill and piercing as he slumped back in his chair, his hand rummaging inside his pants.
Like two robots, the two men responded, pulling out their penises and tumbling Adrian around like a big pillow. She offered no resistance-just eagerness.
Perry was lying on his back on the couch, his hairy chest heaving like a panther ready to attack. Adrian crawled on top of him, her milky breasts heaving liquidly, her nipples pebble-hard, her hips pumping hungrily as her lithe fingers reached down between her widespread thighs and grabbed his hot penis. With liquid ease, she lowered herself, her hips twitching and rolling.
Perry's black hands reached up and gripped her slender waist and pulled her down hard on his thick black shaft, sinking slowly into the hole of her undulating cunt. She took it all and wanted more, riding him slowly up and down, giving Wade a good peek at his chauffeur's glistening black cock. Adrian threw her head back until her mane of blue-black hair flowed down her slender back, tickling Perry's widespread inner thighs; and she closed her eyes, running the palms of her sweaty hands slowly slide up over her rib cage to cup her lewdly dancing breasts while her fingers squeezed at the nipples.
Behind her, she felt Chefs calloused hands on her delicate shoulders, pushing her forward until she was crouching over Perry, her heavy breasts crushed against his chest and her buttocks spread wide and tight and exposed.
Chet glanced down to see Perry's prick ramming into her cunt, spreading the lips wide and contracting elastically around the black hunk of maledom. Positioning himself, his hands digging into her hips, he knelt up behind her and placed the blood-filled head of his burgeoning cock at the tiny puckered door of her anus.
She should have screamed and kicked and protested, captive that she was. She didn't. The idea of their figures grouped together in a tangle of naked arms and legs, sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Slowly, grinding her sensitive clitoris down into Perry's wiry pubic hair, she pumped animalishly as Chefs cock rubbed harder against her tender anus. Harder . . . still harder. Suddenly, the pain mounted as he leaned his full weight down on her and she felt the agony of her anus splitting wider. In a red mist of pain, she let her jaw hang slack and she stiffened. With a wild lunge, she felt the thick cock head plunge inside of her tortured anus and close tight around it.
"Awwww Gawwwd! NOOOOO! Please stop!"
"Fuck her!" Wade screamed in a demented voice, cracking his whip on the floor.
"Please . . . nooo!"
"Fuck her!"
"You're killing me!"
"Fuck her in the ass!"
This was one task Chet was anxious to comply with. He began sawing in and out, feeling Perry's cock only a thin membrane away from his. With each withdrawal, Adrian's anus would react, the flesh clinging to the cock like it didn't want to relinquish its hold. Below her, Perry cupped her breasts, forcing her torso up as he pawed and mauled her breasts, tweaking the puckered nipples and leaving red welts on her creamy flesh.
Adrian tensed and screamed, pinned in place by brute animal force. Wade neared the couch, his mouth hanging open. Chet was fucking sadistically in and out of her anus while Perry pumped his black hips up and down as Adrian was battered and jerked and pummeled and twitched about, her head flying back and forth until her screams turned to moans and her moans to sheer delight as her body found the rhythm and she began moving in unison with the two men.
"That's it! That's it! Fuck her!" screamed Wade in a queer falsetto as he pulled out his swollen penis. He wedged his captive's lips open with his fingers and then brutally shoved his meager cock into her mouth with a loud "Mmmmmmffff . . . "
This was it. This was the final demise of Adrian Parmenter: sucking the snakish cock of Wade Collins while his virile hatchet men fucked her half to death.
Wade jerked his hips back and forth in rhythm to these men fucking her. Adrian let her body ripple and undulate in a soft purring movement while she sucked hard on Wade's penis, helping him to catch up with the other three who were ready to burst in orgasm. Wade was the first to come, his body stiffening while he yelled and shot white-hot sperm into her mouth; her cheeks bulged and hollowed as she swallowed, gagging, choking.
Perry was the next to come, exploding his sticky sperm high into her cunt, his cock head pulsing as it gushed out a full pint. That third orgasm blinded Adrian for a searing moment and, as Wade staggered away, she let out a wail as Chet fucked her with all he had.
White-hot pain coursed through her rectum as if someone were poking her with a branding iron back there, and it mingled with her orgasm to make it a wilder, sweeter, more prolonged explosion of stars and milky ways. It seemed she was falling through space, through an endless void of pleasure and pain as she heard Chet roar out a guttural animal sound and his cock swelled up like a balloon to fill her rectum. He pumped at least a cup of hot oily cum into her.
She closed her eyes and collapsed blissfully into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sleep, blessed sleep, smothered the agonizing consciousness of misery, but when Adrian awoke late the following morning, misery was again her company. She had been raped and whipped, degraded and humiliated to say nothing of the threats. Her body felt every stroke of their cruelty now. From the tips of her red lacquered fingertips to her matching toenails, Adrian Parmenter was a fleshy canvas of black and blue with a contrasting red strip crisscrossing her lovely tan back.
God, she couldn't let Jack see that whip mark! Pain stabbed behind her puffy eyelids as she rolled her head on the pillow to squint at Jack's slumbering body lying comically on top of the covers, stripped down to his striped boxer shorts, necktie, one shoe and socks. His breathing rumbled and wheezed from his heaving chest, and despite his disheveled appearance, a grateful feeling exploded in her throat and bubbled up, swelling until it spilled out of her mouth in a grateful sob. She was with Jack! Safe with Jack!
Whereas before she had been up to her ankles in Wade's immoral sewer, now she was struggling to keep from drowning in his muck. Instead of maintaining her distance, she'd thrown herself in his hands . . . tied her own ropes. Once more she was Wade's branded property.
Worse still. . . she'd reveled in the filth. Wearily, she sat up, feeling the pit of her stomach gurgle with sickness. Five years of reforming her lifestyle, moderating her lustful habits, only to discover it amounted to nothing . . . a bitter joke. She swallowed to keep from gagging on her own ill humor.
Carefully hiding her welted back from Jack's view, she leaned on one shakey elbow and looked at her husband snoring beside her. God, she needed him now! "Jack?" she called out softly, feeling a tear scald in one green eye. "Jack, honey . . . wake up." She shook his shoulder roughly; he mumbled incoherently, groaned, and swatted at her hand as if it were an annoying mosquito. "Come on, please!" she pleaded, wanting him to make love to her in his sweet and pure way and wipe out the sickening memory of last night's rape.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled, licked his parched lips and snored open-mouthed. Her creamy breasts, shadowed by a faint veil of nylon, crushed against his broad chest, her puffy nipples tickled by his chest hair as she leaned over to kiss him on his clammy forehead. A whiff of alcohol-breath almost made her sick.
Her mind was numbed and she wished her body was also. Slowly, unsteadily, she rose to her knees on the firm mattress and experimentally lowered one leg off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. Moving didn't hurt as badly as she'd feared, so she slid off the bed and limped toward the bathroom, every step causing a dull ache to stab through her buttocks. Her tears were blinding and she felt her way into the shower where she turned the water on full blast and stepped under the spray. She stood there, face uplifted to the punishing maelstrom and when that didn't hurt any longer, she seized the faucets in both hands and twirled the dials and gritted her teeth against the onslaught of icy, numbing water. That seemed to revive her body, though it would take nothing short of seeing Wade Collins' dead and bleeding body with one foot cemented in two tons of concrete to completely heal the pain.
She stood for a blurry moment, toothbrush poised half way to her succulent mouth, studying her image in the medicine cabinet mirror. Something within her cringed and died. Except for a few love bruises and the fading welt across her back, she was a bronzed statue of perfection. To see her, who would knew what disgusting scenes she'd lived through only hours before. Except for the eyes, that is . . . they told all.
She dressed quickly and ordered coffee from room service, and settled down in the hotel suite with a cigarette. Last night was a blur.. . a horribly ugly re-run of a blue rated movie. The acrid coffee was a perfect companion for those rancid memories and, vaguely, she remembered them slapping her awake, swashing ice water over her face. Perry and Chet had lingered over her body like vultures, sticking their fingers up in her vagina and probing at her anus, making sickening jokes while they forced her into a second round of cock-sucking. When they couldn't get aroused any longer, they dressed her and drove her back to the hotel and dumped her out on the curb like yesterday's garbage.
Adrian had worked half the newspaper crossword puzzle when a loud groaning , followed by shuffling feet sounded from the bedroom. There stood Jack, feeling worse than dead, a picture of disheveled humanity in boxer shorts and tie dangling around his neck like a loosely knotted noose. His eyes, red and glassy, had obviously seen the bottom of too many shot glasses. He was a mess, a pathetic mess.
"Let's go back to Miami, Jack." Her voice was soft and whimpery, cajoling and very empathetic. Her silken robe swooshed as she uncurled her legs from under her.
"Agreed.. . " Jack scratched his head and plopped wearily down into a chair. "Has Wade called?"
"No . . . " She lit another cigarette.
"Shit. I've got to talk to him. We're this far from wrapping things up." His index finger and thumb measured a small, shaky space. "Man, oh man.. . " he shook his head. "I can't believe what I've gone through."
Something within Adrian withered at Jack's selfishness. Didn't it matter what she'd suffered? A cold rage, chilled by Wade's inhuman treatment of her and frozen solid by Jack's indifference, blew through her trembling body and she tried to control her temper. Nothing was fair. That old feeling of numbness and indifference to herself clouded back. She was no good, life was deplorable, everything a cruel joke . . .
She watched her husband reach for the phone and dial Wade's number. God, how well she knew that number . . . and how many times had she fingered that same sequence, dying inside as Jack was now. The sore muscles in her stomach tightened into sailor's knots.
"Christ, I hope to hell I didn't blow it by getting too loaded last night." Jack, staring at the floor, sat with his head in his hands, phone to his ear, a still life of self pity. Adrian didn't listen to the conversation with Wade's Girl Friday, but from the crash of him banging down the receiver, she knew all was not well.. . a fact she could have revealed to him long ago.
Jack heaved a sigh and slumped back in the chair, dejected. "He's left town for a while. That's just wonderful . . . " He stomped to the bathroom, got dressed and told her to pack. She did-happily.
In route to Miami, the conversation settled on Wade Collins; the subject festered and swelled in her mind like an infected wound. "I don't understand the guy's reasoning . . . Christ, some of the silly questions they asked me . . . "
The steward, standing next to Jack, delivered their drinks and he paused long enough to hand her three dollar bills and cast a lingering look at her well cupped buttocks beneath her slim fitting skirt.
"Like what?" probed Adrian, trying to piece together the lurid jigsaw puzzle of Wade's interest in Jack's small business. Chicken feed . . . money to feed his 'zoo' was all it amounted to in Wade's eyes.
"Like . . . um . . . " Jack took a long drink of his scotch; it stayed down. "Like, um . . . do I have a security clearance . . . have I ever been to Saudi Arabia . . . dumb stuff like that. God knows what that has to do with selling real estate to old people."
"Oh." Adrian sat strapped in her seat, her milky breasts straining against the jersey of her blouse as she leaned over to watch Phoenix disappear under the jet's wing. An inkling of something ugly crept into her mind. Wade was after her, true, but he also wanted Jack. What and why? For some unexplainable reason, she found herself reverting back to one of the last parties at Wade's place.. . the one infested with Arabs doused in sweet smelling oils and long white caftans. Then there was Joe Granger . . .
Adrian remembered his scrubbed ail-American clean-cut looks in contrast to the swarthy, lecherous Arabs. He'd sat observantly and disinterested in the whorish women and never involved himself with any of them. Joe didn't fit into the jagged pattern from any angle. Aside from his name, he remained an enigma . . . though he seemed to be favored by Wade.
The cold, horrible feeling that something wicked was brewing in Wade's perverted mind made her flesh crawl with a thousand unseen insects. What did he want of her?
In the following ten days, Adrian pondered that question until the possibilities ran so thin the subject seemed to wither up and blow away like so much dandelion seed. She plunged back into the housewife roll avidly as a new bride. In bed, Jack's loving touch was like ointment on a sore wound. Life was normal, healthy. She frequented the Racquet Club every day and perfected her serve and she relented to accepting a few professional pointers from Barry Danley.
One night Jack burst into the house with a message, just as she was pouring the white sauce over her Greek moussaka. "Wade Collins called, honey! Imagine that! Says he's ready to roll with the business. We're rich!" He plucked the wooden spoon from her lotion soft hand and tossed it into the sink. "Come on, I'm taking you out to dinner. You know what a break this is for me?" His strong arms linked around her slender body, sweeping her off her feet and giving her a dizzying twirl.
To prevent another squabble, she feigned enthusiasm. "Yes . . . Jack, I know."
He sobered. "Sorry, honey, but he wants me to come alone to Phoenix this trip. Don't mind, do you?" he asked solicitously, explaining that he and Wade's lawyer would tie up the loose ends without Collins.
"You say Wade won't be there?" Her pale green-apple eyes burned brighter and she arched an eyebrow.
"That's right, hon. He's going to be out of town."
* * *
"Take care, darling and be careful . . . " Adrian muttered to herself, standing on the observation deck and watching Jack's jet soar into the sky until it became a singular silvery dot heading west with the sun. Anxiously, she drove home, feeling deep inside her lovely bones that soon the scorpion would crawl out from under his rock to strike again. Her intuition was keen.
The telephone rang infernally the second she stepped inside the door. Cautiously, she picked it up, as if it might sting.
"Hello, Adrian . . . ? " The suave, unctuous voice of Wade Collins purred in her ear.
"My limo will be there in two hours. Be ready.. . "
"I'm not going . . . "
"Don't be stupid, Adrian. I've got your husband, remember?"
"Okay . . . just this once, but you be straight with him. If you pull any funny stuff I'll kill you. I swear to God I will!"
Wade chortled happily. "Dress for the occasion, my dear, these Arabs like their women sexy."
The phone clicked dead and Adrian stood with it poised noiselessly to her ear as if waiting for a miracle to erase that conversation. While Jack was holed up in Phoenix signing papers and working, she would be held captive in Wade's house slaving over naked men's bodies . . . a slave in his harem.
She dressed carefully. Above all, she had to please Wade in order to protect Jack. The party would last two nights at least, and she swore she'd gut it out, wallow in lewdness like pigs in mud if that's what it took . . . and of course, it would.
The hour was near. Wade was always on time. In one scrambled motion, she filled a glass with scotch, threw it down her throat and ambling over to Jack's desk, pulled open the top drawer and rummaged through the envelopes and papers until her fingers felt the icy steel of Jack's .38 pistol. Emotionlessly, she checked it for bullets and tucked it into her black satin handbag.
Now she was ready for Wade . . .
CHAPTER SIX
A rented limousine sped toward Miami Beach's Country Club airstrip where Wade's Lear jet sat gleaming in the sunshine like some infernal metal bird. Two recently hired bodyguards escorted the elegantly dressed woman and sat on either side of her in the plane.
The ashtray in front of her was full by the time the plane landed and Wade's silver Rolls Royce limousine drove Adrian to his rambling desert house outside of Phoenix. Someone opened the door for her and she stepped out onto the curb, her silver dress shimmering in the warm night air with her every languid movement.
"Evening, Mrs. Parmenter." It was Perry.
Adrian blushed. Perry's black skin glistened like a wet panther in the moonlight, his teeth gleaming whitely. "Hello, Perry . . . " Their eyes never met.
"Glad you could make it." He extended a hand as she daintily pulled up her long dress and sashayed up the steps. "Don't bother with the cordialities, Perry. You know damned well I hate your guts!" she hissed, pulling away from his offered hand.
"I wouldn't be so free with my insults, Ma'am. Remember . . . I'm on the boss's side." He straightened his shoulders and squinted.
Angrily, Adrian spun on her heel and tromped into the well-lit house. Perry watched that smooth sleek walk of hers as the perfect half moons of her buttocks cupped tightly in the silver evening gown rippled sensuously, a silken expanse of naked tan thigh peeking out through the thigh-high slit with each step. With her long flowing raven hair and deep red lipstick and nail polish, she looked every bit the part of a well paid whore. The chauffeur licked his lips and grinned, then pushed down his growing erection with the heel of his black hand and grunted, thinking what he'd like to do with that ass wiggling through the door.
The party was the usual Wade Collins extravaganza: catered food, flashy, fleshy young women dressed to the nipples in gowns that molded ripe curvy flesh. Adrian sucked in her breath and elbowed her way through the chattering crowd, heading first to the open bar where she ordered a scotch up neat. The sickening thought wiggled into her mind that she might soon be a murderess. The room was a dizzying den of smoke and chatter and faces, all swirled into a heady mirage that seemed separated from her by an invisible glass wall. Was this real? Had she ever been to a party of this debauchery?
Adrian's delicate fingertips closed around the scotch glass and over the raised rim her pale marbly eyes lingered on a familiar profile. Joe Granger! He was still around. . . looking casually at ease. Adrian walked starchly, elbowing her way through the crowded room, ignoring turning heads and salacious comments from men whose eyes followed her every languid, scintillating movements. Joe didn't stare; his calm gray eyes picked her stunning beauty from the crowd like an art critic appreciating a rare and unique piece. His greeting was more cordial than enticing: "Hello . . . you look familiar."
"Yes, we met a few years back."
His calm demeanor, like the eye of a hurricane, made her feel secure. Unlike the moronic brutes who surrounded Wade, this man appeared calm and intelligent, in control of his destiny, immune to Wade's venom. Joe's eyes studied her for a moment, looking straight through to her soul and reading the fear there. Her black evening bag dangled heavily from her delicate wrist and Adrian felt a stinging shock of timidity. She swallowed dryly.
Out of the corner of her eye Adrian spied Wade snaking his way through the crowd toward her, his face tight with the strain of false emotion. "Adrian, so glad you could make it."
She stuck the tip of her pink tongue between her parted lips and said in a low tone: "This is the last time . . . "
He smiled amusedly at her insolence and guided her by the elbow across the room to where three Arabs stood in white caftans, the musky scent of oil emanating from their swarthy bodies. "Adrian, I want you to meet Sadara and his friends. Sadara, this is the lovely woman I've been telling you about."
The oily skinned Arab smirked, his dark liquid eyes burning into her bosom, settling on the deep milky cleavage of her breasts pushed high together by the plunging neckline. The tip of his hooked nose nearly touched his thin upper lip that curled in a lecherous grin.
Adrian shivered; there was no mistaking his intentions and Wade had no doubt fed his libido like he fed his zoo. "Pleased to meet you, Adrian," he said in a thick accent. Adrian cast a sidelong glace at his two bodyguards who were dressed similarly, minus the wealth of gold jewelry that studded every finger.
"Nice to meet you," she answered, clutching her hand bag and feeling the adrenalin flow in her veins like liquid hate. Somewhere to the side of her, Joe Granger stood watching intently over the rim of his glass.
Sadara's bony fingers reached out to stroke her naked arm; it felt cold and clammy. "My friends and I are looking forward to your company. You are indeed a lovely woman."
Somebody was pulling at her elbow. "I'm sure you will please Sadara." Wade pinched her elbow hard enough to bruise. "And if you don't. . . " The sadistic smile plastered on his face gave her goose bumps. "And if you don't, Adrian . . . our little Betty Crocker might end up a widow . . . " A burst of schizoid laughter rippled from his taut lips. He guided her towards the bar. "I want you to meet an old bosom buddy . . . "
Adrian's shell like ears picked up the bawdy laughter before her apple-green eyes fell on Carmen in a slinky green jersey dress that seemed to paint her body. She could count the pubic curls under that gown and the puffy circles of her half-dollar sized nipples stood out as if outlined in pencil. The neckline plunged halfway to her waist and a big tear-drop shaped cut out showed off the dimple of her navel. Her henna-tinted hair added an artist's touch to her stage makeup, drawing a close resemblance to a Toulouse la Tree theatre character. Carmen turned her head, her laughter dying in her throat, her bar glass clinked on the bar.
"You're here!" Her shadowed eyes bounced between Adrian's beautifully lashed ones and Wade's snaky orbs.
"Yes, Carmen . . . I'm here."
"Come on, have a drink for old times' sake." She wriggled her hips and laughed raucously, hysterically. "Makes it easier . . . makes the whole damned mess easier." Wade looked displeased.
"Yes, our friend Sadara has special tastes in women." With that nebulous comment, he retreated.
Adrian's silvery hips slinked toward the bar, following Carmen who was drunk enough to talk. "What's going on here, Carmen?" Adrian leaned close to her friend, their breasts nearly rubbing. "Who is Sadara and what does he have to do with Wade?"
"He's from Saudi Arabia.. . has interests in oil."
"What's that got to do with real estate . . . ? " Adrian's heavy black eyebrows raised in puzzlement.
Carmen leaned closer, her perfume chokingly pungent. "I can't talk about that stuff.. . you know what Wade . . . "
"Please?"
"He's planning on buying a chunk of property and going into partnership with Wade."
And Jack . . . poor Jack slaving over those papers right now, so pathetically hopeful about his future, being duped by Wade . . . another puppet.
". . . they need someone to head the corporation in his name so they can dump the taxes in his lap."
That somebody was obviously Jack."
Adrian stiffened. "And who's Joe Granger?"
"Guess he's Wade's legal advisor.. . I don't really know." Carmen's succulent red painted lips closed over her glass as she drained her glass, looking nervously about her, knowing Wade would put her in the Chair and turn all the knobs on high . . . leave her there for a few days to be literally fucked to death.
"And this greasy looking Arab . . . what's his special taste?"
"Women . . . he likes them together." Carmen looked away, ashamed of her enthusiasm.
Adrian's knees went weak; she slumped against the bar and caught a sickening glance of herself in the mirror. This is it! The bastard! He's robbed me of my self respect, he's threatening to kill Jack . . . and now he's going to turn me into a lesbian. She drew a deep breath and stood up straight, her painted fingertips playing with the solid outline of the handgun in her purse. One pull of the trigger and bam! no more Wade Collins. But the bastard won there, too; a lifetime behind bars was no better than a lifetime fearing Wade's next attack. With strained effort, she pulled together her shattered psyche and sauntered over to the party with a smile plastered on her lovely face. Joe Granger caught her attention before Sadara did.
"I see you've met Sadara . . . ? "
"Yes . . . yes, I have." Her voice sounded bland of emotion.
"Have you ever been to his country."
"NO . . . " Why would he ask a silly question like that?
"Just as well . . . you'd probably hate it. They don't have high regards for women there." He smiled and her mountainous silvery breasts fell two inches with a sigh of relief: "They'd run you off the road."
"Even in a gold Cadillac?" she smiled lopsidedly.
"Even in a gold Mercedes."
They touched glasses and drank.
"What are you doing here?" he studied her with intent curiosity.
"Let's just say I'm here to pay a debt.. . an old debt."
Wade stepped between them; he was good at that.
"I see you've met Mr. Granger, Adrian. You're spreading yourself awfully thin, aren't you?" Wade smiled braciously, his lips thin, tight with threats before ambling off to Carmen at the bar.
"What's your name?" It suddenly struck Adrian that she'd been eyeing this man, feeling the juices of sexual attraction flowing, and she had not yet introduced herself.
"Adrian . . . Adrian Parmenter . . . "
"Adrian . . . I like you . . . I want to spend some time with you." he said casually, "I want to take you away from this party."
Adrian smiled over her glass. "I'd like that, too, Mr. Granger, but as I said, I'm repaying an old debt . . . " It took every bit of her energy to maintain her composure. Dear God, how I'd love to run out of here!
"You don't belong here . . . "
"I've had similar thoughts." Adrian handed her glass to the bartender for a refill. "As I said . . . " she paused, cocked an eyebrow while holding her breath, watching Wade advance and step between them.
"Our guest is waiting for you, Adrian . . . " He nodded in the direction of the three Arabs.
"Wade, I'd like to spend some time with Adrian . . . "
"Oh?" Wade stared at Adrian for a swift second, his eyes saying much more. The scorpion was retreating. "And what does Adrian have to say?"
Electricity sparked between them. "Yes . . . I'd like to." She'd openly defied Wade Collins, depending on Joe in some crazy way to rescue her. She hadn't the courage to go it alone; even guns were only temporary solutions.
"Very well. . . you may use the room on the left."
The bedroom was small but tastefully decorated. Joe flipped the light switch, adjusted the dimmer and flopped into a chair, then tugged at his necktie, loosening it. "At the risk of sounding trite, what's a lovely woman like you doing at a party like this?"
'That's my secret . . . but then, I might ask the same of you?"
He tilted his glass in a salute and tossed the drink down his throat, then sprang from the chair and locked the door. Adrian hadn't time to breathe before he swept her up in his strongly muscled arms and kissed her hard on the mouth, running his tongue in between her smooth even teeth. Her own tongue shot out hot and wet into his scotch tasting mouth.
Abruptly, he let her go and Adrian staggered back dizzily, loosing her balance and sprawling on the bed. He fell on top of her in an instant, his strong body crushing her lithe one as he kissed her face, her mouth, her neck, while his hands busied themselves in the plunging neckline of her dress. She breathed hard, eyes closed when he rose to his feet and casually started to unbutton his shirt. A crooked grin came over his face. "Better get that dress off . . . might get torn with what I'm going to do to you!"
Weakly, Adrian stood up and, looking at him, unzipped her evening gown and pulled it off her milky white shoulders, then down over her hips and stood before him in her white lace strapless brassiere, panties, and silver high heeled shoes. Joe's eyes were blue burning coals of appreciation as he drew in his breath sharply and let out a little moan. The cups of her brassiere held her breasts up and out, creating a deep cleavage, the strawberry nipples barely pinched out of sight. Her panties, barely more than a G-string hugged her swollen pussy mound and black curling tendrils of hair peeked out from the sides of the vee-shaped scrap of diaphanous lace-trimmed fabric. Slowly, tantalizingly she turned, exposing her naked buttocks with the flimsy French panties biting deep into the crack between her ass-cheeks.
She faced him again, and smiling her seductive best, reached behind and unsnapped the clasp on her brassiere, letting her firm, milky breasts leap free, the brassiere fluttering to the floor like a giant white butterfly.
Joe ripped off his shirt, his hairy chest decorated with a white tiger's tooth dangling from a gold chain. It seemed appropriately manly for this virile specimen whose body rippled with muscles. He advanced and cupped her breasts from the underside as if weighing them. "Not bad," he murmured in her ear, bathing it with hot liquid breath. "Not bad at all." His fingers pinched at her nipples and she felt them spark into diamond chips, sending a bolt of warmth and wetness down to her vagina.
She stuck the tip of her pink tongue between her teeth and worked at unzipping his pants; she undid his belt and watched as his pants fell to the floor with a clink of change and keys. Joe stood in his underwear, his penis growing hard under the cotton trap of his jockey shorts. He looked down at his burgeoning erection and laughed. "I feel kinda silly with my pants around my ankles," he said boyishly.
Adrian giggled, fears forgotten in this precious moment of intimacy. True.. . it looked absurd. In a side step, Joe stepped free of the puddled pants and pulled off his jockey shorts and stood naked before her, his cock swelling before her eyes. His was a gorgeous cock, smooth and nakedly shiny, the veins pulsing with blood and lust and promising pure pleasure. Her eyes appreciated it before her hands moved down to lovingly caress it and stroke back the skin to reveal the mushroom head dripping with pearls of pre-cum.
With a liquid sigh, she dropped to her knees in front of him, the cock still in her hands; she rubbed its oily lubricant over her naked breasts and neck and face, licking the sticky threads clean of her mouth with the tip of her velvety tongue. Settling into position, she held it straight out in front of her and let the tip of her tongue slide lovingly out and licked the purple head. Her long eyelashes fluttered over her high rouged cheek bones as her taste buds delighted over the cum-taste. Her glossy lips formed a perfect oval and she leaned forward, her long raven hair flowing down her milky back. Her head bent forward letting his desire-swollen cock push against her succulent lips, feeling his hips slowly pump forward as his hands tangled in her silken hair.
With a rush, her lips gave and her mouth opened wide to take in all of the thick hot cock down to the stalky base. It filled her mouth hotly and slid easily back into her throat; she fought against choking as she sucked gently, her lips stroking the tender flesh slowly back and forth. Joe didn't have to move as she worked her lips, tongue and jaw to slip his foreskin back and forth in her mouth, his blood filled cockhead popping in and out. Above her, she heard him catch his breath and mutter: "Jesus . . . "
Freeing her hands, she cradled his fuzzy balls with one hand while the other slowly reached behind him, clung to his hard-muscled thigh, and slowly started up until she found his buttocks clenched tightly together. Slowly, one burgundy painted fingertip began to bore in, trying to find and touch his anus while she sucked harder with a liquid rhythm. The underside of his cock gushed heavily with blood and it wiggled against her tongue, alive and forceful as her lips clamped around the shaft like two taut rubber bands.
She groaned and muttered something lewd when her finger found his anus and flicked lightly over it. With another, deeper, throaty groan, he pushed her head away and, lifting her by the armpits, raised her off the ground and threw her on the bed.
Adrian landed sprawling with her dark hair tossed recklessly on the pillow, one knee up. Joe's face, tight with passion, hovered close to her puckered nipples while his hands pulled at the flimsy panties and ripped them from her naked loins. With a smacking plop, he fell on top of her.
Adrian spread her legs wide enough to feel his heated cock nestle between her silken thighs; she squeezed tight and delighted at the sensual feel of his wetly throbbing hardness trapped in her warm, soft pussy flesh. He kneaded her breasts, cupping one so that he could bend his head and gently bite and suck on the nipple. Automatically, Adrian began to undulate, grinding her hips and thighs into the mattress, teasing his trapped cock until a stream of pre-cum spurted from the end slit and dampened her thigh. The heat, the old lewd feeling was engulfing her again and she gyrated wildly, feeling his body hard and heavy on top of her.
Opening her thighs a tiny bit, she forced her hands down underneath her so their softness cupped the cheeks of his firm buttocks; she slid them under until her fingertips could feel the swollen lips of her vagina. God, I'm soaking wet!
Slowly, she parted her swollen cuntal lips apart, allowing her cherry red cunt to roll out and feel the shaft of his cock burying itself lengthwise along the hungering slit of her pussy. When she let go, she squeezed her thighs shut tight again.
Adrian reveled in the feeling of having his cock caught in her slippery cunt and she pumped her slender hips and shimmied her thighs, smiling at his labored breathing. Joe slipped one arm under her waist and pulled her body tight to his, arching her back and forcing her breasts to jut out three inches more. She felt his other hand creeping down her back, feeling its way down her spine and then forcing, wedging down in between her firm full buttocks and the mattress. His middle finger found the deep crack of her ass cheeks and slid downward exploringly.
"Mmmmmmmm. . . . " She let her thighs relax and slowly spread her legs wider apart. God, she wanted his cock slamming inside of her! She spread her legs wide as they would go and bent her knees, feeling a trickle of love juice seeping down between the bunched cheeks of her buttocks and felt it, warm and exciting, flowing over her tightly puckered anus. "Oh . . . Oh . . . yesss!" His finger slid up and pressed on the button of her anus, making her squirm her buttocks and bend her knees even more, pulling them back so that her cunt was open to him.
The delicious sensation of giving in, of submitting, of relenting overtook her. Only the humiliation was missing . . . but the size and ferocity of his penis would more than make up for it. God, I want him to fuck me!
"Oh, Joe . . . Joe, God, fuck me . . . I want you inside of me."
Joe let out a grunt of understanding and rubbed his slippery cock head against her furry pussy slit, concentrating on the nub of her swollen clitoris. Adrian went wild pumping her hips, begging silently for his cock to fuck her.
In answer, he pushed his hips down and forward until the knob of his cock head spread the lips of her cunt. Every nerve in her body screamed for release. Adrian felt her breath leaving her body exactly as if she were falling in a high speed elevator and she hissed, sucking in her breath, as his cock slid and swelled inside her cunt, stretching her cuntal walls wide and hot. She felt certain it could go no further and still it came, making her giddy and hot. It rammed against her cervix, making her nostrils flare from the delicious pain. "Oh, God, Joe.. . fuck me!
Joe wasted no time. He started sawing his long thick cock in and out and making wild circles, smacking into her hips bone. Her fingernails clawed red welts across his back and she moaned, her mouth open, her body rippling with lust.
Timing his move to the second, he sank his burgeoning cock clear to her tender cervix as she threw her head back and moaned wildly and slammed her hips up to take it all. His thick hunk of male flesh had cleaved her cunt wide and Adrian squeezed hard, contracting her vaginal lips around his glistening shaft until they trembled in place together, each of them exerting all their strength to hold that tight pose.
In a flash, he added momentum to their lustful madness by thrusting his middle finger into the soft tender tissue of her rectum. Adrian's mouth fell slack and a throaty cry rippled from her luscious lips. "Aaaaggghhh Gawwwwd!"
His finger squirmed inside her buttery depths; he drew in a deep breath and started fucking harder, savagely, his heavy balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted her off the bed and slammed her down deep into the mattress. Her natural resilience forced her up again to meet his cock ramming deep into her cunt, smashing into her cervix. Adrian was suddenly up there with the stars and satellites, devoid of gravity as she felt herself cumming with a rush, cumming with an orgasm that would shatter her psyche.
Her lips parted in an unspoken groan of ecstasy and her head thrashed wildly on the pillow in a veil of blue-black hair; her eyes rolled white in her head and she felt her body tensing, arching, electrified as the orgasm came and twisted her body convulsively. "I . . . I . . . I'm cumming!" she moaned, then screamed as every nerve in her body tingled and jerked and twitched around his magnificent cock. He fucked harder and she came fountain-like, his savage thrusts hurting her.
And she kept cumming while his penis squirted into her womb, splashing her with virile sperm. He fucked her while his cock grew bigger, swelling, torturing the wet inflamed walls of her pussy. The pain of his savage cock increased the pleasure of her orgasm; Adrian moaned and saliva caught and rattled in her throat while he exploded inside of her, filling her up until the sticky threads seeped out of her cunt around the tightly swollen lips of her pink slit. Joe let out a throaty bellow and, with one final spurt of his scalding cum, collapsed moaning and rolled off her sweaty body onto his back.
"Hmmm. . . . "Adrian rolled over and kissed him, letting her tongue slide down over his face, his neck, chest and stomach, tasting the salt of his exertion. The tip of her pink tongue trailed hot paths all down to the wiry patch of his pubic hair she let out a little moan and buried her face in his loins, on her knees now, her hand holding his erect penis. His appreciative hands slipped down to caress her silken buttocks and she spread her knees compliantly so his fingers could play teasing games with her clitoris. Opening one green eye, she saw his cock waggling in front of her nose. Quickly, she closed her ovaled lips around it and sucked, her tongue twirling wildly around.
Adrian wanted more . . . she always wanted more. She had been filled, but there was that one last unsatiated inch of desire. She sucked him with all her might and guile, using every trick imaginable to make his cock grow hard.
She stroked his rubbery foreskin with the tip of her velvety tongue and succeeded in making it slide back and forth on the mushroom head. His penis grew in her hands and she pumped it desperately while his fingers sawed in and out of her seeping cunt, sloshing through the swamp of their mingled sexual juices, making soft wet sucking sounds. Adrian wiggled her buttocks and sucked as his penis gushed with blood and swelled in her mouth. Joe's muscular hips began a slow grunting grind.
The mattress squeaked with his rhythm and, as Adrian's head bobbed up and down, her blue-black hair made a dark shroud around her naked body. Harder and faster she sucked in rhythm to his pumping hips. Whether she was sucking him or he was fucking her mouth was anybody's guess.
Adrian sucked until her lips nearly cracked, feeling the bulbous head growing rock hard, feeling his massive hunk of male flesh swell deliciously. A moan rumbled from his hairy chest and she knew he would cum again. His hands circled her naked hips, pulling her over him. Agilely, she lifted one leg and lay flat on top of him, her concavities meshing perfectly with his convexities, until her cunt was positioned inches from his face. His hands cupped her smooth buttocks and pulled her loins down while his long tongue licked maddeningly at her seeping pussy, burying deep inside her womb, then darting out to stab at her pulsing clitoris.
The two of them played a symphony of pumping hips and sucking mouths as they licked and clung together, undulating and writhing in a sensual dance. Joe's hirsute body tensed, his cock swelling impossibly huge, forcing her mouth wide open as he came, pumping more hot viscous sperm into her hungry mouth. Her cheeks bulged and hollowed as the cords in her neck stood out, her body twisting her throaty gurgling with each swallow. Joe nibbled at her clitoris with his front teeth, gently biting, and she came with a gush.
The two of them lay like spoons, cuddled together on the sperm spattered bed, deeply relaxed, intimate.
"Adrian.. . ? " his voice went soft. "Come away with me. Let me take you out of this place."
"What. . . ? " Was he serious? "Joe . . . I.. . I.. . can't."
"Is it your husband?" Joe let out a defeated sigh.
Adrian felt a scalding tear dribble down her flushed satin cheek. "Partly . . . " Wade mil have Jack killed if I leave. . . but I can't tell Joe that.. .
"Let me take you home." She felt the mattress lighten as he sat up, then rose from the bed, a shadowy form in the blackened bedroom still heavy with the musk of sex. The change in Joe's pockets rattled as he picked up his pants.
"I said, I can't!"
"I see, you're like Carmen and the rest of Wade's whores. You love fucking everything in sight. . . it's just a game to you!"
Adrian could feel Joe's sperm gushing from her vagina as she sat up in bed. "Joe, please try to understand . . . I. . . "
"I understand. Guess I'm just easy. I thought you were different," he said bitterly and stomped out of the door.
"Joe? Joe. JOE!" she mumbled to a closed door.
Scalding tears squirted from her chartreuse eyes, her mountainous breasts heaving pathetically. She'd lost her only friend in Wade's zoo and now Wade would be in a demonical fury over her spite. And why was Joe so anxious to have her go away with him? Did he have connections with Wade?
Weakly, she stroked her black mane of hair from her eyes and slipped from the rumpled bed and felt under the covers for the knotted rope of her bikini panties and unrolled them. Adrian had slipped one slender ankle through the leg band when she sucked in her breath, goose bumps rising on her naked breasts, anticipating the touch of terror.
Her eyes fixed on the turning brass door knob as the door opened to spread an orange wedge of light into the dark bedroom. In the stolen light, she made out the white slit of pearly teeth that broke into a Cheshire smile. That and the metallic glimmer of a 22 magnum was all Adrian could see. Her burgundy painted fingertips crept over the rumpled covers searching for her black satin handbag, her heart thudding in her temples. Perry waved his pistol first, then cocked it.
"Better get some duds on them gorgeous tits, Mrs. Parmenter," he grinned like an emancipated slave. "The boss man is waiting.. . "
CHAPTER SEVEN
The walk down the hallway with Perry's 22 magnum sticking in her slender rib cage seemed to Adrian like the final walk to the electric chair. Chair.. . that last word stuck in her throat like bad meat. Her heels clipped on the polished floor, turning now toward the bar room where the select few remained drinking and waiting: Wade, Sadara and his greasy friends, Carmen and Chet.
Her approach raised eyebrows. Carmen, stroking Chet as he pawed one naked breast hanging like ripe fruit from her plunging neckline, lifted her eyes drunkenly, offering a vacuous smile. Wade's stony eyes bored into her.
"I hope you're not too satisfied, Adrian. There's a big dinner waiting for you." His thin lips screwed into a tight smile.
"Please, Wade.. . don't be angry," she whispered apologetically, feeling Perry remove the gun from her spine at a nod from Wade.
"I've been tempted to have that fool husband of yours taken for a ride into the desert.. . you know what would happen then?"
"Wade . . . I'm sorry, but I can't beg anymore." Adrian stared down at the carpet, all fight whipped out of her.
Wade examined his fingernails, and stared into her watery eyes with a snaky look. "You pathetic little bitch," he spat, then pausing, he glanced toward the bar. "Go have a drink and sit so Sadara can see your legs."
Obediently, she sauntered to the bar, her voluptuous buttocks cupped under the silver sheath skirt; she ordered a double scotch and sat with the sleek naked stretch of thigh glistening golden tan. Guzzling the first, she ordered a second, wondering how it would feel to die.
"Fine," smirked Wade. "Have a couple more and we'll retire to the entertainment room."
Adrian lit a cigarette and felt the scotch warm her, creeping smoke-like into her brain. A deep sigh broke from her succulent lips and she gazed around the smoky room, finding Joe nowhere in sight. I might die before the night's over with, she thought. Her fingertips clutched the heavy bar glass, and with white knuckles she threw back her head and poured the liquor down her throat.
"Good girl," cheered Wade suavely. "You were always a better fuck drunk . . . isn't that true, Adrian . . . Mrs. Parmenter.. . ? " he slurred.
"Wade.. .please."
"Let's not play coy, Adrian. You weren't exactly raised in a nunnery, don't forget. I've seen you acting like a horny buffalo in heat.. . has your husband ever seen you like that . . . or isn't he man enough to recognize a good lay when he sees one?" His humor was rancid as a drunkard's breath.
A fleeting fantasy reeled in her brain: Wade laying in a pool of sticky blood on the floor, a dime-sized bullet hole in his forehead oozing, his eyes glassy and unseeing, his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of death. She toyed with the chain handle of her satin evening bag and gritted her teeth while he rambled on. "I've seen you beg to be fucked, screaming, clawing like a cat. And you know what else? You loved it . . . and that's why you fainted when you saw me. The little homemaker couldn't eat her cake without hubby getting sore. Face it, bitch, you love showing off your cunt. You like sitting here now and showing off your legs to that greasy Arab and his friends."
"Don't talk to me like that! Quit treating me like a whore!" spat Adrian.
Perry ambled over to the bar, looking sleek and black and excited. "Boss . . . " he said, talking above Adrian's head to Wade standing on the opposite side of her. "You want me to rough her up a bit. . . you know, loosen her up? She's gone and got herself all dirty before the show." He tutted tauntingly and shook his head.
Wade's eyes sparked treacherously. "Get that gun out of the way before Sadara sees it!" Then in a softer voice, "Adrian doesn't need loosening up, do you girl? Be a good girl and uncross your legs and pull up your dress so Sadara can see your cunt."
Adrian shuddered. Wade Collins, the perfidious master of her soul, was breaking her down, eating away her self respect. Her mind fogged with scotch and mixed emotions, hate and lust, fear and lustful anticipation. Again Wade held her prisoner, foresaw her every mood and movement. Nothing matters anymore, she thought dizzily and exposed a naked sweep of bare thigh and buttocks. Slowly, staring at Sadara under fluttery eyelashes, she uncrossed her legs and let them spread, showing the tight vee where her panties covered her pouty vaginal mound.
Sadara smiled, his thin upper lip curling up to touch his hooked nose and his white caftan rustled as he stepped over to the bar and stood close enough for her to gag on his heavy perfume. "Such a beautiful woman . . . "
"Yes, isn't she?" agreed Wade, casting Adrian an admiring glance.
Sadara's dark lustful eyes raked over the lovely vision sitting provocatively on the bar stool in her shimmering evening gown, lust creating a dark aura around her body, rising like a desert mirage. A long black finger curl had fallen over her shoulder, teasing like black feathers at her cleavage that rippled as she reached for her drink, and Sadara let his Arab eyes drop to her vaginal mound fully open to him as she sat with her skirt wadded up in her lap, her heels hooked on the stool's rungs, her knees spread wide.
Sadara's heavy black eyebrows raised. "We have none so lovely in our country, but there the women are not so . . . so liberated.. . ? "
"You will see more of Adrian . . . but in a place more comfortable and intimate." Wade's Gucci shoes squeaked as he walked over to Carmen and whispered in her ear. In a flash, she stroked her henna-tinted hair smooth, yanked up the strap of her dress, tucking away the cantaloupe-sized breast and readied herself. Perry and Chet followed to another part of the house . . . through the bar room and down a long hall towards Wade's entertainment room.
Sadara's clammy hands guided Adrian by the shoulder, his musky perfume making her dizzy. As they passed the chair room, Adrian sucked in her breath with a pathetic gasp and nearly tripped on the thick pile carpeting, a cold stab of horror weakening all resistance. Behind her, Carmen tripped along with a bottle in hand. "Don't worry, baby . . . remember once is fun, twice is queer."
"Huh?"
Carmen shrugged, pulling up the forever slipping strap. "What the hell . . . you only live once," she snickered. "Neither of us are virgins, you know," she put in defensively.
Adrian's ankles wobbled in her three inch silver heels. "You'll get off on it, Adrian, honey," said Carmen as she leaned on Kim, one of Sadara's bodyguards, her fingers tracing the line of his jutting erection beneath his robe.
In Adrian's five years of absence, Wade had redecorated the entertainment room, filling it with murals of naked men and women in carnal poses. Adrian swished her hair back over her shoulder and gawked at it until her eyes fell on the round king sized bed in the middle of the room, raised slightly on a platform. The semi-circular headboard was done in a plush red velvet and the ceiling mirrors reflected its richness. Part of Wade's harem ritual was his Turkish water pipe, a gift from an old friend . . . along with a kilo of fine Moroccan hashish.
"Here you will sample all of our American delights," smiled Wade lecherously, speaking to Sadara but staring at Adrian.
Perry and Chet knelt by the water pipe and, while Chet sucked on the end of the tube, Perry struck a match and held it over the fist-sized bowl. Chet threw back his head, exhaling the sweet pungent smoke, heavy and lulling as a warm dusk on a May evening. A sigh rippled from his throat, an appreciative, lustful sigh.
"Ladies first.. . ? " Wade glared down at his ex-boxer hatchet man, his eyes blaring directives that his mouth never spoke. Wade's eyes could say a lot.. .
Carmen and Adrian sauntered drunkenly to the pipe and Carmen took the tube in her mouth, licking at the plastic end as if it were a cock, offering up a bubbled giggle. When she handed it to Adrian, she balked and turned pale.
"I . . . I don't want any.. . " Adrian shook her head, thrashing her blue-black hair about her head.
Wade caught her wrist and gave it an angry twist. She winced and tried to pull away. "I said you will have a bowl of smoke, Adrian. You know how good that always makes you feel.. . " He spoke through clenched teeth, hissing like a snake preparing to strike. With one hand clamped behind her neck, he forced her down on her knees, a picture of supplication; holding the tube to her lips, he shoved it in cruelly and watched her milky breasts heave as her lungs filled with the sickly sweet smoke. Coughing and sputtering, she handed the tube to Carmen who took a heady hit and handed it back to Adriana. A strange lightheadedness, a space with no place and time, came mercifully over her and dizzily, she glanced around while everyone took his turn.
'That's enough. And now for more of this lovely one?" Sadara was saying, wandering back to sit down on the red velvet divan positioned perfectly before the bed. His two greasy goons followed him on his heels with silly grins on their faces and Perry, taking a final puff, followed with Chet, standing by the muraled wall behind Wade. Somebody flicked a switch and the lights went dim.
Adrian felt strangely deserted, standing alone under the light with Carmen who was grinning at her with a lopsided smile and a glimmer in her eye.
"Come on!" the Arab sheik clapped his hands impatiently. "We came to see . . . "
Carmen, quick to comply, whipped off her dress in one swooshing stroke and Adrian could hear the men suck in their breath. Despite the late nights and heavy boozing, Carmen had a figure that could stop any show. She stood in a half-cup strapless brassiere and black fishnet stockings, held up by a matching lace garter belt that hugged her voluptuously rounded thighs. Panties held no status in her wardrobe, and she stood there nearly naked, her wedge of mismatched brown pubic hair showing in a little tuft below the line of her garter belt. Adrian sucked in her breath as her widened eyes fell on the swollen red pussy lips glistening with desire.
Adrian heard Wade's unspoken directives slashing lightning-like through the haze of hash smoke and slowly, she reached behind to unzip her dress. Quickly, Carmen slipped behind her and helped, was all hands, helping her pull down the zipper and get the dress off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her breasts while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of Adrian's neck and sent chilling goose bumps down her spine.
The first bolts of disgust passed by quickly. So this is the final insult. . . the bastard is trying to turn me into a lesbian! It was difficult to think with Carmen's hand working over her body, sliding down over her smoothly rippling stomach and letting her fingers tease the lips of Adrian's cunt under her G-string panties. "Let yourself go, honey . . . "
I should have shot him when I had the chance.. . thought Adrian ruefully . . . until a shudder ran through her body when one of Carmen's hands slipped behind her and undid the tiny clasp of her brassiere. Her mind, fogged by hashish and scotch slowed her reflexes, and her brassiere fluttered to the floor. Carmen's hands were everywhere, caressing and touching her, arousing her, nipping at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and whispering over her pussy, arousing her in a way no man ever had.
Carmen swung her brunette friend around so they stood facing one another, Carmen two inches taller, so that when she licked her tongue over Adrian's succulent lips, the very tip slipped under the cleft of her upper lip, tantalizing feverishly. Adrian closed her eyes and shivered, feeling Carmen's fingers pulling her panties down, rolling them over her sleekly naked hips. They slipped low and she could feel the tips of her fingers expertly caressing her vagina, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and flicking at it with a practiced fingertip.
Hot sensuality, thick and sweet as warm honey, mounted through Adrian's aroused body and her mind drifted off to paradise as she felt Carmen's tongue tease over her lips and her fingers playing on her clitoris. Despite the horror of her situation, her body began to move in rhythm to Carmen's touches. Once again Wade had found her weakness and played on it to his own advantage. And, of course, he knew the common denominator to her lewdity: men watching, approvingly watching with hardened cocks.
When had Carmen taken her panties off? Adrian didn't remember stepping out of them. Now she stood with legs wide apart and Carmen's hand caressing her cunt . . . so moist and hot and twitching. Adrian's tongue slipped out between her rosy lips and the two of them stood licking, not kissing, as her hands went behind Carmen to undo her brassiere. From the side lines, the men were muttering and grunting approval. More than heard . . . she could feel them. The room fairly swam in a sexual heat that mingled with the heady pungent odor of hashish as the two women stood nipple to nipple, naked except for Carmen's garter belt and stockings and high heels. Their tongues sparred in lesbian love while Carmen reached out and slid a snaky finger all the way up into Adrian's seeping cunt. Automatically, Adrian's hands went up to caress Carmen's swollen breasts, to tease her nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.
Sadara was going crazy! He roiled in his chair, his penis pumping in one hand hidden under his caftan. He sat with his wet dark eyes watching the two women while both of his bodyguards had their cocks out playing with themselves while watching in a drugged, unblinking stupor.
He watched the two women going wild, touching each other's body, fluttering over naked flesh. The shorter one, the one with the black hair was the one he couldn't keep his eyes off of. She had a magnificent body with high full breasts, a tiny waist and full long thighs and she stood now, with her legs slightly bent and spread apart, her pelvis thrust obscenely out while the red head slid two fingers in and out of her swollen cunt. Sadara's eyes riveted on her cunt, full and open with passion and from where he sat, he could see the pink walls of her cunt glistening with lust.
Wade watched from his chair, feeling the excitement and sexual tension in the room mount to electrifying proportions as the two naked women stood face to face, their tongues licking. He saw Carmen's free hand go slowly to her breast and take one of Adrian's teasing hands and slowly guide it down over her smooth stomach, through the forest of her pubic curls to the heat of femininity.
Adrian didn't resist as Carmen guided her hand down until she felt her softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling, reveling in the beauty of another woman's anatomy. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Carmen's swollen cuntal lips and threw back her head, momentarily breaking their lesbian kiss, while she thrilled at touching another woman's vagina . . . so soft and smooth, warm and wet. Her long finger slid along the moistened slit, feeling the juices and the excitement mounting as Carmen rolled her pelvis downward and out and spread her legs, bending them slightly at the knees.
Their breath bathed each other's face, so closely they stood, their stomachs and breasts touching as they swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Adrian, with a wild thrill, felt her finger slide up into Carmen's warm wet cunt. She fucked in and out of that warm wet hole as the two of them pumped their hips in a perfect harmony of lesbian lust.
The room fell silent, save for the rustling of caftans as sex hung heavy in the air and every eye was riveted on the two women moving and caressing each other obscenely. Adrian, her eyes closed, her eye lashes fluttery over her cheek bones, felt her body aflame with passion from the liquor and hashish and Carmen's expert caresses. Suddenly the other woman's middle finger pulled out of her sucking cunt and her hands slipped around her. Carmen was cupping her buttocks in her hands and pulling her forward, smashing their pubic mounds together.
Immediately, Adrian cupped the cheeks of Carmen's soft buttocks and the two nearly naked women stood in the center of the room with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched away from each other, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging fee as they ground their cunts together. Adrian felt the thrill of her pubic hair slipping on Carmen's wet cunt and the electric excitement of
Carmen's pubic hair scraping over her swollen clitoris and teasing it to wicked heights of arousal. Occasionally, their swollen pussy lips would meet in a fleeting kiss and they would groan and clutch each other more fiercely, and pump and grind.
Adrian was dizzy with lust, unable to maintain her balance; she started to fall, not caring what happened to her so long as this delicious torment continued while the men watched. Her clitoris burned as if someone was holding a lighted match to it, making it swell and throb.
Sadara gave a cry of delight as Adrian fell on the divan, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over a corner. Carmen was right there . . . she pulled Adrian's hips forward until they were right on the corner and then she spread her friend's legs wide. Adrian let them fall open with a lazy lewd motion. Adrian knelt up between them then and, using the palms of her hands to force her thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Adrian and saw her milk-white belly flowing up to her huge breasts. Carmen's tongue darted out to lick at Adrian's navel, eliciting a long moan of delight.
Slowly, Carmen began licking down the reclining brunette's stomach, finally burying her face in her darkly curling pubic hair and seeing Adrian's cunt open and twitch convulsively like a fish's mouth, begging in a rhythmic way as it glistened with crazy excitement.
Every man in the room sat forward, watching Adrian's cunt with wild awe. The brunette woman turned lesbian wanted them to crowd around her.. . wanted them to fuck her one after another while Carmen continued to make beautiful love to her. She wanted it all . . . cocks, clits, testicles and breasts.
Carmen's tongue darted out and slowly licked around Adrian's puffy cuntal lips while Adrian's whole body shook and goose bumped with desire. She thrust her hips up, rotating them and spread her legs wide as they would go while the men murmured and groaned.
Slowly, so torturously slowly, Carmen's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it like fluttering feathers. Adrian groaned aloud at the electrifying thrill and her body ground and writhed, longing for more.. . begging for more.
In a flicker of an eyelash, Carmen plunged her tongue into the steaming depths of Adrian's aching cunt and Adrian bent her knees and pulled them back and up so that they crushed against her magnificent breasts. Carmen's tongue sucked at the juicy softness of her friends' vagina, delighting in the pungent taste of another woman's arousal. Then she pulled her tongue out to work at the trembling woman's clitoris that kept moving out of reach as Adrian's hips ground lewdly into the sofa.
Carmen, wild with desire, broke the soul kiss and fell on top of her like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered in her ear as her pussy ground down hard on Adrian's nakedly exposed cunt.
"Oh, dear God . . . yessssl"
"Would you do it to me?"
"Anything!" Adrian answered in a throaty voice as their bodies, covered with a sheen of sweat writhed together on the sofa. Heat of arousal rose like steam from their bodies as they licked each other's tongues and rubbed their cunts together. The men left their seats to come and watch, sweat standing out on their oily faces as they licked their lips, their mouths suddenly dry from hashish and a savage desire to fuck the two women who were clawing at each other's bodies like alley cats on a full moon night.
And that was no exaggeration. Adrian was in a state until now inexperienced and Carmen's adage ran through her mind: "Once is fun . . . " The more the two of them writhed and licked, stroked and caressed, the wilder they became. Adrian was in a crazy, heated surging passion . . . a whirlpool of lust. A feeling that surpassed the bliss of orgasm sizzled in her veins, numbing her brain and sparking her nerve endings. Her eyes were closed tight, her teeth gritted and bared. She wrapped her long tanned legs around Carmen's waist and locked her slender ankles and squeezed with all her strength, flattening her yearning cunt against Carmen's. They moaned and licked and twisted on the sofa while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth, humping each other. They rocked too far, teetered and fell to the floor in a crash.
Dazed, Adrian rose up on her hands and knees and looked around. Carmen was next to her on the rug, sprawled spread-eagle on her back. As Adrian crawled toward her, groaning, eyelashes fluttering, Carmen slowly bent her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her moist cunt to Adrian and all the men in the room.
Adrian's shimmering body crawled between her friend's legs and her green shadowing eyes looked down at her. The heat of her sex seemed to steam from Carmen's pussy and for the first time, Adrian saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. Bending her elbows slightly, she lowered her breasts so that her puckered nipples just touched Carmen's. She let her torso sway back and forth, rubbing her nipples over Carmen's firm breasts; then, sensing the men in the room and knowing her bare buttocks were open to them, she split her legs wide, stretching her knees out until they touched the insides of Carmen's thighs. Every man in the room, all of them, as one, moved closer to see Adrian's cunt spread wide and pink and begging.
With delicious languidity, she lowered her naked body onto Carmen who thrust her hips up desirously, and slowly lowered her weight until she was pressed against Carmen's naked flesh and their wetly seeping cunts met. Adrian pumped her hips while Sadara, on the floor, watched, peering, his breath coming in quick little pants.
Everyone seemed hypnotized by the taste and smell of lust in the room. No one spoke; all pressed closer. Adrian could feel their hot breath, so close were they, and they sucked in their breath disbelievingly as Carmen cupped her breasts in her trembling hands, cupping and tilting them, offering them up to Adrian's sucking mouth.
With a deep throated moan, Adrian bent her head and her velvety tongue poked out to lick at a hardened nipple, feeling strangely excited at licking another woman's breasts . . . soft and satiny. She did what would excite Carmen: she slid down and took one of the rosebud nipples in her hot mouth and gently sucked on it while the tips of her teeth nibbled teasingly.
An inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and into orgasm overcame her. Her body was aflame, from the tips of her diamond-chip nipples to her curled under toes and she wiggled down over Carmen who bent her knees while her hands played with Adrian's shimmering black hair. Her hot tongue tip found the jewel of Adrian's navel and played there for a teasing moment.
In Adrian's drugged mind, it felt as if she were a spectator, watching herself, outside of herself, another person watching two other women make love. The sight was damnably exciting.
Am I really doing this? she wondered vaguely. Am I really licking her thighs?
Her eyes opened to tiny green slits, her eyelids heavy with passion and there, not an inch away, at the apex of Carmen's silken thighs, was her red fringed cunt, dripping with love juices and pouting for attention. Adrian's red tipped fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen hair fringed lips and Carmen's pussy-bright pink, moist, sizzling-was there, an eyelash length away.
Am J going to do it? she asked herself. Am I going to lick a cunt? She wondered at the taste. . . would it be disgusting? Would she feel ill from it? Women were attracted to a man's musky spermy taste . . . but wouldn't a woman's be repulsive? Only one way to find out.. .
Slowly her tongue slid out from between her succulent lips and Adrian closed her eyes and buried her head in Carmen's loins and felt the pulpy pulsating heat and moistness of Carmen's vagina as her tongue darted and wiggled towards it. She paused a moment to taste the juices, as one would an exotic dish. It tasted wonderful!
Carmen wrapped her legs around Adrian's swanlike neck and thrust her hips up and undulated and moaned, her arms flailing out, all control of her nervous system gone . . . like a live fish being skinned, she was all nerves. They writhed across the floor, rolling over once so that Adrian lay flat on her back with Carmen on her stomach, vagina on Adrian's face as her hips pumped up and down against the maddening thrusts of Adrian's slithering tongue. Thrashing her red hair about her head, Carmen let out a banshee cry that sounded demonically pagan and wild and she leaped to her feet, her breasts heaving, screamed: "Let me! Let me!" She pulled Adrian to her feet and the two naked women stood facing one another, staring at each other with glassy eyes and sweat glistening bodies.
"Let me fuck you!" Carmen guided Adrian by the shoulders to the sofa where she eased her down on the sofa and lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide. She lay in a dream of lust. She bent her knees and let her long legs fall to either side of the sofa so that they all could see her crying cunt. Carmen watched, her eyes half swollen shut, her fingertips idly playing in the playground of her cunt, as Perry and Chet came forward, Perry carrying something that resembled a shaft with straps and buckles attached. Both men glared down at Adrian with a wild, tight expression; both wanted her, but they knew their pecking order and they knelt around Carmen and began adjusting the straps.
Adrian's green eyes widened as they fell on the dildo, an artificial cock that hung obscenely from Carmen's loins like some kind of Halloween costume. One tight strap crossed her buttocks, pinching the flesh; they fastened a strap around each thigh and adjusted the buckles so that the prick was erect.. . menacingly erect. Bending her knees and using one hand, Carmen deftly slipped a smaller end of the dildo into her own cunt and gave it a few twirls, fucking herself.
When she was near orgasm, she cupped her hands in front of her and Perry poured massage oil into her palms. Then, ceremoniously, Carmen approached Adrian on the sofa, provocatively, her hips swaying while her hands smeared oil up and down the length of the artificial penis.
Adrian was ready for any thing! Past memories of Wade's chair fluttered through her mind like butterflies on wing, and only the pleasure invaded the moment. Adrian thrust her hips up and her hands squeezed her milky breasts as she offered all of her sex to Carmen in this final depravity. Carmen crawled on the sofa, between Adrian's taut thighs and the men in the room gawked at her strapped thighs and buttocks.
Slowly, she lowered herself as Adrian slid her hands under her buttocks and lifted her hips up so that her pouting pussy jutted out and her cunt twitched, searching to entrap the dildo in its hot walls.
Carmen, with lewd cunning, rubbed the head of that plastic shaft up and down the lubricated slit of her friend's vagina, searching for the entrance. Adrian squeezed her eyes shut and let her head loll back and forth, her breasts sticking up and quivering and glistening with sweat. "Fuck me!" she breathed, her voice no more than a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me like a man!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"No . . . No, I don't care for another drink, thanks." Jack Parmenter shook his head and rifled through the stack of legal documents littering the coffee table in his Phoenix Hotel suite. Something didn't mesh with this deal. Contemplatively, he stroked his chin, arched one wary eyebrow and cast a skeptical glance at Wade Collins' ace lawyer.
". . . and if you'll sign this, we'll be on our way to partnership, Mr. Parmenter." The smooth voiced lawyer slipped on, plucking a pen from his vest pocket and shoving it in Jack's sweaty hand.
Jack stiffened; it was against his principles to sign a document without legal counsel, but there wasn't much choice. Either sign it and take a chance or forget about making the big bucks. Wasn't that the rule of real estate?
For better or for worse, he'd married his skimpy empire to Wade Collins' vast one. Jack stood up, stretched, and sauntered over to the window overlooking a strip of lit freeways below; a wave of apprehension shivered through his body. Was it unfair of him to gamble with their future, dropping their hard-saved nickels into the chancy, perhaps unpredictable, machinery of Wade Collins' iron-tight holdings?
Adrian . . . stand by me girl. That's all I ask. Stand by me.
* * *
Somewhere out in the desert in a stucco hacienda, Adrian was making deals of another sort, making payment in flesh. "God, fuck me! Fuck me like a man!"
Carmen quickly complied, positioning the head of the plastic dildo at the slit of her friend's cunt and pushing down, feeling it sink into her pulpy willing flesh and feeling the end in her own cunt expand and fill her cunt with wild desire.
"Ohhhh!" Adrian sighed and shivered with goose bumps. Carmen's deep moan of delight seemed to echo hers as the men watched the artificial head plow in, pulling her cuntal lips obscenely apart and Adrian's body wriggled trying to gobble it up.
Slowly, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her pearly teeth, Carmen withdrew a calculated inch to plunge down, sending a good three inches of the hard plastic driving into Adrian's cunt. The men crowded closer, watching Carmen's strapped buttocks and thighs pump in and out as she fucked Adrian like a man . . . as best a woman can. On the sofa, a sweating mass of shivering naked flesh, Adrian bent her legs more, her toes on the floor on either side of the sofa as the thrust her hips forward to eat up all of the artificial cock. Carmen fell on top of her and shot her hot tongue into Adrian's drooling mouth.
They writhed and undulated together on the sofa, crushing their milky breasts together as Carman drove the artificial cock all the way to Adrian's cervix and felt the other end swelling in her own vagina. Each time she withdrew, the fitted end in her own cunt would contract; each time she fucked it into Adrian's pussy, the end would swell and surge in her. Faster and faster she fucked, building to a frenzy, the two of them digging their nails into one another as they fucked with all their strength.
'The bed, the bed!" Sadara cried in his accent. "Fuck her on the bed!"
There began a mad, lewd scramble towards the bed, the two women staggering dizzily to their feet and weaving toward the king sized bed, their breasts heaving and jiggling. Adrian landed on the bed on her back, her knees bent and her head between her knees, groping for the dildo strapped to Carmen. Something savage and exciting about the way the straps fitted her naked flesh and the aggressive way she crawled on top of her and shoved the artificial cock into her creamy cunt.. . nearly made Adrian cum.
Sadara was tearing off his robe, his greasy face wild, his broad nostrils flaring. He crawled onto the bed naked, his hands caressing the two women as they fucked and licked one another. He crawled up the bed until his hips were on a level with their wild-eyed faces and he lay on his side, jutting out his so that his golden brown rock hard cock stuck in their faces.
They fought for his cock . . . their hands all over it, their tongues licking, their mouths drooling. Adrian lay on her back with Carmen on top of her, feeling their soft, sweat covered breasts crushed together with their nipples slipping and sliding as the giant dildo fucked in and out of her cunt. Carmen took Sadara's blood fed penis in her mouth and sucked on the huge uncircumcised head. Adrian craned forward, and put her mouth around the shaft as Sadara pulled his cock out of Carmen's mouth and plunged it between her lips; Adrian closed her eyes and sucked, loving the taste, the feel, the depravity.
Sadara shoved his cock first into one mouth and then the other, panting, his gold teeth showing as he watched the two women suck and fight over his cock. Then other bodies were crashing onto the bed. Sadara's bodyguards were crawling over the velvet coverlet, pawing at the beautiful Western women. They were naked and reckless, and one shoved his finger up Carmen's anus as the other tried to wedge his hand underneath Adrian, his finger probing for her own puckered, sensitive hole.
More bodies fell like so much dead weight on the sagging bed. Perry was there alongside Chet. Adrian's eyes flashed open suddenly . . . the dildo was gone! They had pulled Carmen off, throwing her on her back, tearing at the buckles and tossing the plastic shaft and straps to the floor and, as Adrian watched, a deep dark thrill ran through her body . . . Carmen had disappeared under an avalanche of thrashing sex-mad bodies.
Rape! thought Adrian. This is rape! The same would happen to her . . . all those cocks, those mouths. She gasped, but not with apprehension, as she felt hands grabbing her, caressing her roughly. Rape.. . someone was pulling her. It was Wade, his face twisted as he stood by the bed, his pathetically boy-sized cock in his hand, his clothes still on.
She slid across the bed until her head was clear of the edge and let it fall so that Wade and the room was upside down . . . as she'd been trained to do in the chair. She felt the hands, the bodies, the legs and the cocks. The men were on her and someone-it didn't matter who-was fucking her. Hands and lips and tongues and cocks were all over her body, slobbering, fucking, probing, pinching, driving her toward another orgasm. She opened her mouth and Wade's small cock slid in, hot and hard and she sucked breathlessly, drawing his lewd sperm from his gnarled little balls until she tasted one drop of his cum. That drove her wild for more!
A great writhing mass of naked bodies on the bed, with no way to sort them out . . . Adrian sucking Wade's cock while he watched the debauched scene with bugged eyes. His body stiffened and he let out a screeching yell and came in her mouth, shooting white-hot streams of hot male cum that scorched her tonsils and burned her throat, and filled her gullet deliciously.
With a final moan, Wade staggered back and fell to the floor, his eyes still on the orgy. Adrian didn't care: She was being fucked and sucked and pawed and battered and dragged back on the bed like a puppy playing with his master's old shoe. Now Perry had stuck his big black penis into her cum dripping mouth.
An insane suppleness came over her and she twisted about, nearing an orgasm, knowing this was only the first in a night and series of orgasms, knowing she was being raped and tortured in a way that would sicken Jack. Carmen was lying beside her on her back, being fucked while Chet sucked on her breasts. The air was hot and sticky with cum and she felt it spilling on her own body . . . whose cum meant for whom? Threads of stickiness glistened on Carmen's body, too, and the two women reached for one another and their mouths locked as they sparred their tongues, each of them cumming, their bodies shuddering and twitching as they were fucked by one cock after another.
Sadara was clearly the ring leader of this fleshy circus. Yelling, he made everyone back off and then directed Carmen to get on top of Adrian. They lay together, feeling dizzy, engulfed in a tide pool of lust, grinding their cum-drenched vaginas together again, spreading their legs wide so that Sadara could get behind them and fuck first one and then the other. Each man, except for Wade, took assigned turns fucking the two women and, as Adrian felt each new cock plunge into her cervix, her body convulsed and she came another time. Like dominos, the men lined up to fuck her, then fell away exhausted. Carmen, on top of her, was matching her brunette friend orgasm for orgasm.
The room fairly sizzled with the heady heat and sex smell, mingled with the still heavy aroma of hashish. Their bodies were one mass of sweat glistening, cum splattered flesh. Perry suddenly dragged Carmen across the bed, her face wild and ecstatic as he flipped her over on her stomach and shoved his giant black cock into her cringing asshole. With a jungle-like display of strength, Perry rammed his cock tight into Carmen's stretched anus and rolled her over on top of him so that she sprawled obscenely, her legs apart, her face distorted in pain-pleasure, her cunt gaping open with Perry's cock buried deep in her anus. One of Sadara's bodyguards saw his chance and fell on top of her. Carmen groped for his cock and guided the lust-swollen head up into her cunt and fell into a battering rhythm between the two men. Adrian watched as the two men fucked Carmen, throwing her around, their hands mauling her breasts like so much bread dough. Had she looked that obscene when Perry and Chet had raped her?
Hands, some rough, some soft, were all over her body, forcing her onto her stomach. Adrian sprawled, spreading her legs wide and reaching behind her and cupping her satiny buttocks and spreading them wide. Sadara fell on top of her with a lustful grunt and she felt the bulbous head of his slippery cock press hard on her anal button. Adrian squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, knowing it would hurt damnably, knowing how the soft walls of her rectum would cling to the shaft of his prick and knowing, too, that beyond the pain, there lay a lewd paradise that promised more orgasms.
Instinct told her to relax -and she felt the head plunging deep inside, felt it going deep into her bowels. The pain mounted until she thought she would faint; but still, Sadara's penis sawed in and out making strange sucking sounds. Someone was lifting her then and she lay on her back now, Sadara under her, his thick hard cock ramming up into her tender anus. His rough, brown hands reached up and around to paw at her breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples until she was sure they would bleed. On top of her leered his second bodyguard, the man with the missing front tooth. He had an admirably long cock for such a thin man, mused Adrian lewdly, as she reached for that golden rod and guided it up into her creamy cunt, feeling the two penises move in slippery ease. She didn't want to cum that soon. But she did.
It didn't matter, though. There was a long night ahead and plenty of cocks and hands and tongues to go around a second time. They would fuck her into unconsciousness and she would have paid her debt to Wade. Then it would be over with and she would go back to Jack and life would be normal again.
Adrian shuddered, would life ever be normal again? The icy blade of panic set it. Would she want it to be normal again?
CHAPTER NINE
If ever Adrian wanted to die, it was when she awoke laying on her back, squinting through swollen eye lids and feeling every muscle in her body throb with savage pain . . . especially her vagina and anus. The mental pain came next, matching the physical aches throb for throb. On top of that, self loathing washed in a guilt-capped tidal wave. She slept through that day and night, not waking until early Sunday morning when a sliver of stabbing light illuminated the master bedroom where she slept, her arms entwined around Carmen's.
She felt as if a sledge hammer had cleaved it in two, and with difficulty she raised it to glance down to Carmen's sleeping body. She looked horrible, like a fifty year old menopausal whore. Their eyes didn't meet until Perry brought in a silver tray with a pot of coffee, buttered toast and alka seltzer. Adrian sat up in bed, moaning, and grabbed for one of the kimonos someone had brought in for them.
"Do you take cream and sugar?" Pain stabbed through Adrian's buttocks as she staggered to her feet and limped over to the coffee table to prepare the coffee, tying her robe as she walked.
"Sugar . . . " Carmen rustled into the other kimono and tied it around her waist, her soft white breasts fairly bursting through the silk. The sound of a spoon measuring sugar and stirring it tinkled from the other side of the room.
"I'm sorry about this mess I got you into, Adrian. Damn, it sounds stupid, but.. . " Carmen sucked in her breath and sighed. "Oh, thanks . . . " she reached out for the coffee and held it to her lips, blowing away the steam, cooling it.
"That's all right." Adrian maintained a respectable distance.
"No, kiddo, it's not. It's my fault." Carmen's reddened nose dribbled and her lips started to quiver. "Every time I wake up after one of those damned parties, I swear it's gonna be the last . . . but I give in, you know? It's like junk, you can't live with it and you can't live without it. I know.. . I was on the stuff for years. That's the way I feel about Wade. I hate him for he's done to me, but damn it, I love what he makes me do."
With reticent reserve, Adrian listened, careful of her words. She didn't want to incriminate herself . . . she wanted to get back to Miami. "Yes . . . I understand."
"I hope I haven't messed things up between you and Jack," she said, taking a tentative, wincing sip.
"No . . . I'm sure you haven't, Carmen." Adrian sipped at her coffee, her eyes searching the room for her discarded clothes and her handbag.
Carmen didn't stop apologizing. "Listen, Adrian . . . I'm crazy about you, you're all woman . . . if you ever happen through Phoenix and want to do it again . . . well. . . ? " She shrugged and smiled lopsidedly. "Please don't think I'm an old hag for acting this way."
"Hey, Carmen, come on." Knowing she was headed East for Miami, Adrian felt less emotionally trapped. "I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed it too."
"Yeah. . . ? " Carmen's eyes brightened and she patted Adrian's hand. "Guess we've all got a little of it in us, huh?"
Adrian felt a peculiar peace and inward calmness as they sat conversing like two war veterans reminiscing on how awful it was, feeling strangely immune to evil. Was that because she'd experienced it all.. . was there nothing left to fear?
Patting Carmen on the knee, Adrian rose to phone Perry in another part of the house, asking for the departure schedule back to Miami."
"Boss'll have you flown back . . . but he don't want you to go no where until he talks to you." Perry was his normal cantankerous self.
"Where is Wade?" Adrian grew nervous, absent-mindedly ripping at a chipped fingernail.
"He's off with Sadara and his friends."
Adrian looked grim. "Tell him I want to see him immediately, do you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Adrian soaked in the hot tub and sipped from her coffee cup perched on the tub rim. With the musky scent of foreign cum cleansed from her bruised body, she felt more human, more deserving of life . . . and Jack.
Wade, looking starched as ever, stood in the master bedroom waiting for her. "Nice show, Adrian . . . very nice indeed. You're an integral asset to my business and success." Somehow the compliment didn't make her smile. He stood by the bed and rubbed his hands together as if dwelling on something out of sight.
Adrian busied herself, gathering up her clothes and stacked them on a chair. "I'm ready to go back to Miami . . . for good."
"You seem to have a way with people, Adrian . . . very good for my business."
"Wade, you promised this would be the last. . . "
"Sets me to wondering . . . "
"Stop it! When do I go back to Miami!? " She threw her hair back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushing with rage.
Wade cast her a puzzled glance. "Miami?" He tutted three times. "We have plenty of time. Sadara won't be leaving for awhile."
"I want to go back to Miami.. . I want to see Jack. Where is he?" Adrian's eyes flashed down on her stack of clothes, her heavy satin evening bag tucked beneath her dress. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, seeing Wade's dead body with a bullet hole in his head.
"Not so fast, my dear. Last night was for our guest, and tonight I am the guest," he said, rubbing his hands and glancing first at Carmen and then Adrian. He put his hand to his mouth to control his giggling and that horrifying psychotic look came back to his gleaming eyes. "Chet. . . you can come in now!" he called out and turned gleefully to watch Adrian's response.
Chet shuffled into the bedroom leading a German shepherd. "It's time animals mated with animals, my dears." Both Adrian and Carmen reacted, pulling back, gasping.
He smiled through tight lips and wagged a finger at her. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, you little bitch. Jack will never want you again after he sees you with a dog's cock in your pretty little mouth! Chet . . . get the camera." He snapped his fingers dogmatically. His hand snatched out like a predatory bird and ripped her kimono open, her voluptuously full breasts spilling out and her naked body shivered as she struggled to keep the kimono around her. "Goddamn you, you fucking bastard!" she screeched, jumping for her handbag. "Carmen, my handbag!" Wade had hold "of her now.
She clawed her way free and leaped for the door. Wade caught her by the hair, knotted his fingers in it and lowered her down to the floor, her mouth gaping open in pain, her eyes wide and unseeing. Chet tied the dog's leash to the door knob and helped drag Adrian screaming toward the bed, her robe gaping open. "Let me out of here!" Carmen jumped on Wade's back, but Chet punched her square in the face, sending her flying across the room to land in a heap.
"Bitch! You'll be next, just for that!" They ripped the robe from Adrian's naked body and forced her down onto the bed. "Tie her up!" shrilled Wade. "Tie her hands to the bed posts!" Perry entered the fracas and ripped the robe into strips and used it to tie her slender wrists above her head while Adrian kicked and flailed and swore, trying to bite. Next to her the German shepherd growled deep in his throat.
"You son of a bitch, let me go! Let me goooo!" The gun. . . I've got to get the gun! Her eyes fell on the heap of clothes sitting on the chair, her black satin handbag amongst them.
Wade gloated as he stepped back and looked at Adrian; he licked his tight lips, watching her turn and toss and twist and kick her legs and spit and scream at him while her breasts bounced and tossed balloonishly.
Carmen lay on the floor softly crying, pulling her way towards the chair stacked with Adrian's clothing. Her blurry eyes caught her friend's frantic glance that went from her handbag to Carmen and back again. Chet, Perry and Wade were all hands above Adrian's naked body, tying her up, slapping her around, sticking their fingers in her vagina, pinching her nipples. No one noticed Carmen creep to the chair and pick up the lead-weighted evening bag. Cautiously, she twisted open the latch and delved within, her shaky fingers enclosing around the handle. She bit her lip and squinted. Beads of perspiration pearled on her forehead and she felt nauseated and dizzy at once as she supported her trigger arm with her left hand. Footsteps behind her halted her action.
"That's enough!" a voice cut through the air and froze all motion. All eyes turned toward the door where stood Joe Granger. He glared at Wade. "Let her up!"
Perry held his stance, his mouth open while Chet took a leap towards Joe, coming at him in a crouch, his broken fighter's face cruel, his eyes glittering like a cornered animal. Chet was moving with his fists low, bobbing and weaving. Joe moved with surprisingly agility and ease, circling away from Chet. Like a serpent's tongue, his left flicked out and twice there sounded a sickening crunch as Joe trip-hammered his fist into Chefs face and his head snapped back, his nose bleeding.
That was a mistake. Perry clenched his fists and stepped into the foray, going at Joe like a punching bag. Carmen's heart hammered in her chest and closing one eye, she aimed, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her teeth. Her index finger eased back the trigger as far as it would go and a shot rang through the air in an ultrasonic whistle. Something thudded to the floor in a cry of pain. When Carmen opened one dizzied eye, she saw Wade sinking to the floor, crying, sobbing. She'd nicked him in the arm.
Adrian craned her head and shrieked as Carmen weaved in the air, then fainted, the gun dropping to the floor. A mad scramble ensued as three bodies lunged for the weapon. Joe, the smallest and most agile, grabbed it first.
"Okay, you bastards, get your asses over there by your chicken shit boss!" He brandished the gun in the air and wiped his bloody nose on his town shirt sleeve, his chest heaving for breath. "Now untie Adrian." He cocked the gun and Chet and Perry quickly worked at the ropes.
Wade staggered to his knees, crying pathetically. "Jesus, she shot me! I'm bleeding! I'll die!" he sobbed hysterically, then seeing the blood, crashed to the floor in a faint.
Adrian held a cold washcloth to Carmen's forehead, easing her back to consciousness as Joe held the gun on Wade and his guards.
"Oh, God.. . I killed him . . . " sobbed Carmen in a soft weak voice. "I killed him . . . but no . . . I couldn't see him treat you like that, Adrian. He's a dirty bastard . . . you're too good for him . . . and for me," she choked out the words.
Adrian's mind was reeling; everything was coming together too fast.
"Your husband is Jack Parmenter, right?" inquired Joe.
Adrian nodded.
"And he was going into business with Wade, right?" Again a nod.
"I see now.. . Wade's been tracking you down for years. He finally got at you through your husband whom he was going to form a partnership with, right?" Joe snickered. "The dirty bastard. I think somebody owes you an explanation, Adrian. You see Wade and his Arabian friends were planning on buying up Indian reservation property through one of the local politicians who controls Indian property rights. Seems Wade was moving into the Mafia."
Adrian quivered, feeling strangely distant to all that was going on, as if looking at life through a glass wall. "And Sadara.. . ? "
"Arab money . . . oil money was going to buy it."
Carmen sat up, looking feeble.
"And you.. . ? " Adrian noticed with a sudden flash of timidity that she was stark naked. He'd seen her that way before, but now it hardly seemed proper. "Who are you, really?"
"Joe Granger. . . FBI undercover agent. I've been working with these scummy bastards for years, trying to catch them in the act. Forced copulation with an animal isn't much of a charge, but it's a starter." He grinned sheepishly at Adrian. "I couldn't get you off of my mind and I hated like hell to see you dragged in their filth. That's when I came back."
CHAPTER TEN
The scorpion had retreated for good, his claws shorn, his venom drained.
The Parmenters sat in their Miami Beach living room, a silent space, like the eye of a hurricane, separating them.
Phoenix had been deathly disappointing to Jack who sat looking every kind of humble. "Guess I fucked up, huh? Come on, admit it, Adrian, I was sucked in by that bastard." He spread his hands and grinned a crooked smile, his eyes reflecting apologies. "I'll never make any money in this business . . . "
"Jack, it's all right. We didn't lose anything, and that's what matters. Even as she mouthed those words her buttocks ached from that damnably horrifying night when all self control had been torn from her with the help of scotch and hashish.
"Honey, if you want to dump me, I don't blame you. I was selfish and inconsiderate and I didn't take you out on the town even once in Phoenix. Towards the end, I was getting suspicious of Wade Collins and I should have admitted that to you but I . . . I . . . " He shook his head and heaved a snickering, self-degrading sigh. "I shouldn't keep secrets from you, Adrian . . . you never have from me."
Should she tell him? Would it lessen his mental pain?
"Jack . . . it's not like that.. . I mean, I.. . " She paused, her soft green eyes studying her husband's boyish, trusting look. Perhaps she would tell him tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow she would tell him about Wade Collins and herself.
