A five-dollar bill exchanges hands from buyer to seller. The scene is somewhere on the streets of YOURTOWN, U.S.A.
What commodity has just been sold?
HEROIN!
HEROIN: (diamorphine) the hydrochloride of diacetylmorphine, a white, crystalline powder, highly soluble in water or alcohol. The aqueous solution is faintly acid, bitter and strongly laevorotatory. The molecular formula is C21-H23-N05-HCL. The diacetylmorphine base, C21-H23-N05 is prepared commercially by acetylation of morphine with acetic anhydride, and then transformed to the salt. Heroin does not occur in nature; it is manufactured in the laboratory.
As a narcotic Heroin is about four to six times as powerful in action as morphine, but the effects on the human organism is of shorter duration. IT IS A DANGEROUS, HIGHLY HABIT-FORMING NARCOTIC! Its manufacture has been illegal since 1924!
And, yet, as we have seen ... the person who has the money ... and the great need for this DANGEROUS and HABIT-FORMING drug because he is addicted to its use ... can walk out into the street, in almost any American city and BUY the drug, covertly, return to his living quarters ... or duck into the nearest public rest room and inject it into his veins within a minimum of twenty minutes time.
Drug addiction in the United States has reached agonizingly alarming proportions ... and recently, it has been learned that drug addiction is NOT limited to the youth culture ... where it has been assumed to have a strong foothold. It is spreading rapidly to the so-called establishment!
The well-groomed, short-haired executive, his associates ... and perhaps his wife are smoking grass (tailor-made ... with filters ... ? ), shooting skag (Heroin ... also known as H or Horse, to give a few examples of its appellations)or sniffing Coke (Cocaine) ... almost as frequently as the street people types of the youth sub-culture. Of course, there are fewer busts of pot parties, or for use and possession of hard narcotics of upper-middle class or upper class people. Even when they are busted, the publicity is played down!
Meanwhile, Commissions have been formed on almost every governmental level to study the drug problem. Legislative bodies deliberate, on the one hand, whether or not to legalize the use of marijuana ... and on the other hand, consider the enactment of more stringent laws governing the use and possession of hard narcotics.
Some prominent companies, doing multi-million dollar a year businesses, are, reluctantly, admitting publicly that a drug problem exists among their employees. They are attacking the problem by setting up company clinics to rehabilitate their own ... or they are asking for assistance. Still others, with their corporate heads stuck in the sand, refuse to admit that drugs are any factor in their personnel offices.
It has been estimated by some authorities that ten percent of U.S. Service men, returning from Viet Nam, are addicted to hard drugs, notably, Heroin. The problem is so urgent that a special program has been set up to identify and treat these addicts ... BEFORE they are returned to the United States. They are treated without criminal action being taken against them, since rehabilitation is considered of prime importance by the military establishment.
Some quarters have expressed surprise, horror and indignation at the recent disclosures that an A.R.V.N, general officer was one of the chief traffickers in Heroin in Viet Nam, using his own troops to transport the drugs into that tragically war-torn country, to be sold on the streets by urchins to American G.Is.
There should be no surprise. Greed for money is the operating motive for trafficking in drugs. It is a highly profitable business! The mark-up is tremendous. Starting as the juice from opium poppies grown in Turkey, it is converted into morphine, smuggled into France, and other places, where in clandestine laboratories it is transformed into pure Heroin, most of which is, eventually, smuggled into the United States. Every time the white crystals changes hands, its strength is cut and cut again, until a nickel cap (five dollars for one capsule) is enough for about a two hour fix. Thus: a kilo of pure Heroin may end up grossing over one million dollars!
Is it any wonder, then, that there are people who will stop at nothing to make sure that there is a never-ending supply of the white, magic crystals pouring across the borders of the United States ... to end up in the veins of pathetic addicts ... who will do anything to get their next shot of the stuff?
To be sure the prime victims of these money-hungry people are the addicts themselves ... but there are secondary victims: these are the people who are mugged, swindled, burgled ... or murdered by addicts to get the money to pay for the monkey on their backs.
THE ABDUCTED FAMILY is the recounting of a story gained first hand from principals involved in it. Charlton Morse relates, in chilling details, in novel form, disguising people and places, for obvious reasons, the things that actually happened in the smuggling of illicit drugs. The news media covered many of the bizarre details ... but the private testimony of individuals is what finally reveals the human drama involved.
Liverpool is proud to present this timely story, which reveals so much about men, filled with greed, who operate behind sedate business fronts, while pouring a never-ending supply of drugs into the streets of Yourtown, U.S.A.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The movie was finally over. Sheri heaved an inward sigh of relief. Some of the scenes had been more explicit than she had imagined they would be. The plot was flimsy and only seemed to revolve around who would maneuver who into the nearest bed, as scene followed scene of simulated lovemaking. She had tried to smother the stimulating, erotic feelings that had charged along her nerve endings, and she had been pretty sure, in her own mind, that she had been successful in her exercise of will-power. After all, it's just a movie ... and it was all faked ... just to make people think they were seeing the real thing ... !
But, she wasn't so sure about Ed! He had been twisting, uncomfortably, in his seat, and she had had almost more than she could do to make him keep his hands from becoming too intimate.
"Hell, Sheri ... it's dark in here ... and nobody'd ever know!" Ed whispered in her ear.
Sheri was adamant. " ... And, I don't want you ... to do anything ... in public! It's not right.. ! "
They walked up the aisle in the press of people leaving the theatre, Ed walking just behind her, his hands resting lightly on her hips, and she was all too aware of the hard bulge that protruded into the small of her back, seeming to bore hotly into her there. She couldn't seem to control the little shiver of delight that raced up and down her spine to slash, searingly, into her belly and zero in on the moist heatdown there, between her thighs.
Out on the sidewalk, Ed Baldwin seemed to be in a hurry to get to his car in the parking lot. He held her around the waist, encompassing her in one powerful arm, while the other, she couldn't help noticing, was down along his side, the hand thrust deeply into his pocket to hide his erection. She smiled, shyly, up into his pale blue eyes, seeing his cleft-chinned good looks, the handsome face topped with a shock of brick-red hair.
Ed was nineteen, a tall powerful athletic type, which indeed he was. Last year, at North High School he had earned three varsity letters. He had been good enough in baseball that California Angel scouts had looked him over quite seriously as possible professional baseball material. Somehow, the initial negotiations had stalled, but just the week before, he had been approached, again. Meanwhile, he was working as a clerk in an auto parts store. He was not interested in going to college ... just yet, even though he had been offered a couple of athletic scholarships; he wanted to keep himself available for possible inking of a baseball contract. Then, there was the uncertainty of the draft. Even though the war was winding down in Southeast Asia, there was the chance that he'd have to serve out his time, eventually. So ... he found himself facing an uncertain future, along with many thousands of other draft-age young men, a future that was difficult to plan.
Sheri O'Connel was just a month away from graduation from high school, a young, tender, very much alive young woman, who sensed that talking about the movie they had just seen would be the wrong thing. The way Ed was all worked up ... it could lead to more intimacy than she wanted.
And, there was a certain deceit in her having gone to see it, with Ed, anyway. They were supposed to be at the Imperialseeing a popular western musical. That's what she had told her parentsbut Ed had had different ideas. They had gone to the X-Rated film, instead ... they were over eighteen ... so why not? It was the thing to do. Most of Sheri's friends had already seen the movie, an import that had drawn much attention from would-be censors. The resultant publicity had made of it an in thing. Well, Sheri had seen it, now and she had to agree that it was provocative and stimulating!
"Any news about The Angels?" she asked, brightly, determined to keep away from the subject of the sex-filled movie.
"Not since I talked to that guy last week" Ed answered. "It's all still kind of up in the air!"
"Well what about the SC scholarship couldn't you take that?"
"Not yetI'm going to wait and see what happens with the Angels, firstbut we've gone over that, before! Let's talk about something else like this show we just saw. Now that was really something else especially, the way they made it look like they were really going at it!"
"It was too much" Sheri observed, noncommittally, then tried to change the subject. "I'm starved ... it's so late" She glanced at her wrist watch. "It's already a quarter of one!"
"Burgers and fries Okay for tonight?" Ed asked, estimating how much money was left in his wallet.
"Sure"
They were in Ed's car, then, and Sheri settled back in the soft seat, which he'd had newly upholstered in long-fibered fun fur. She didn't want to sit up close to him, as she usually did. Ed's aggressiveness, lately, for more and more intimacy between them was getting out of hand and tonight, after that sexually stimulating film, she wasn't so sure she could keep him in check. Then, there washer own arousal. Instinctively, she knew it was a potentially dangerous situation. She stayed on her side.
He started the car and remarked, "I haven't got the measles or anything, so slide on over here, Sheri!"
Not tonightEd ... " she smiled.
Curling an arm around her, he pulled her over next to him as easily as though she were a rag doll. He grinned into her face seeing the resentment in the depths of her dark, blue eyes but ignoring it. "So, let's have a little togetherness!"
His hand cupped her breast, his fingers digging into the soft pliancy of her flesh, almost painfully. Deliberately, she removed his hand and squirmed out of his circling arm.
"You're like an octopus!" she cracked.
"So?"
"Maybeyou'd better take me straight home!" She was not angry with him. She really liked Ed Baldwin. It was just that ... I don't want us to get all involved ... in a sex thing ... yet It was not that she didn't trust Ed. She couldn't trust herself tonight! The way she was feeling, almost anything could happen...
Ed's ego was insulted. "OKay! Suits me!" His jutting jaw revealed his anger, as he popped the clutch and squealed the tires, in a jackrabbit start.
"You'll have to understand, Ed ... " she said, leaning in close to him, "It's just best if you take me home, now ... so we won't have anything to be sorry for!"
"What's to be sorry about?" he growled. "You know what I've been wanting and it's just natural! You turn me on Baby!" His hand dropped down to her knee and began to drift up the inner side of her thigh, the heat of his palm doing all the kinds of delicious things to her, but she clamped her legs together, desperately, reached down and removed his hand, tossing her head, forcefully, from side to side, her golden hair swirling around her face.
"No! Ed! Stop! I'm not going to let you talk me into it! I want to wait for a while before I ... "
" ... Before you lose your cherry?" he finished for her.
"Don't be like that!"
"like what?"
"Well ... so crude"
"Hell! I'm just being realistic ... just like those people in the movie!" he shot back.
Reaching out he captured her tiny hand in his own steel-fingered paw and brought it over to his lap, forcing her fingers to feel the massive hardness of his erection inside his pants. "Here's something real for you to feel!" he told her. "That'll give you some idea of what you'll be getting when you get it!"
Sheri recoiled. It was absolutely monstrous, the thing he was forcing her to do. She tried to snatch her hand back away from him, but he held her tight and moved her hand up and down its thick length. "See what I mean!? " he grinned, the lewdness almost dripping from him.
It's monstrous! Against her best instincts, she felt of his hardened penis, mentally estimating what it must be like.
"You're nasty!" she spat at him.
"You won't be saying that when I get it inside you!" he promised.
" ... But, you'll never get the chance ... now!" Sheri grated at him. She was perplexed. Ed had never acted this way, before now. They had done some pretty heavy petting ... but she had always been able to stop him short of the intimacy he wanted ... .. Buthow long can I keep putting him off ... ?
Fortunately, there had been little traffic on the broad avenue, for Ed had been paying practically no attention to his driving. He passed the corner to turn off for her parents' home.
"That was my corner ... where we should have turned!" Sheri reminded, snatching her hand away from him, quickly, when he looked around startled.
"You really serious ... about going home ... ? " he asked, trying one more time. "I'm very serious!"
With a squeal of tortured rubber, he made a quick U-turn and headed back to the intersection he had missed. Turning into the quiet, residential street, he followed its twisting route, arriving, finally, at the tract home where the O'Connels lived. He turned off the engine and headlights and coasted the last quarter block, before turning into the O'Connel's driveway. Setting the emergency brake, he reached for Sheri, but she was already scrambling out the door on the passenger side of the car.
"What the hell!" he rasped, opening his door and intercepting her, as she rounded the front of his car. "Where you going in such a rush ... ? "
Ed held her close to him. "I'm sorry ... " he said, placatingly, "I wasn't trying to make you mad at me ... or anything. I was just telling you the truth ... about what I really feel!"
Below, she felt the throbbing bulge of his erect penis inside his pants, as he ground it up against the softness of her abdomen.
"Oh, please ... Ed" she pleaded. "I've got to go in! My folks didn't want me to stay out real late tonight!"
"Yeah ... that's always a good excuse!" he grunted, as his lips found hers, his tongue darting, snake-like, into her mouth to taste the sweetness.
But.. as Ed Baldwin kissed Sheri, his hands beginning to roam over the luscious contours of her svelte, young body, he was thinking about Maureen ... Mrs. O'Connel, Sheri's mother. God damn! There's a real woman! If you put the two of them side by sidethey'd look almost like twins except Sheri's mother's got more of everything in the right places! He remembered the time, he'd gone to the beach with the O'Connel family. Hell! I couldn't keep my eyes off of her! She had on that bikini that left nothing to the imagination! ... But, Ed had imagined plenty! He had finally come to the conclusion after a couple of his awkward passes had made no impression on the older woman that he'd just have to be content with watching and thinking. After allnobody can keep me from thinking! He was pretty sure that Sheri's bemused mother had said nothing to Sheri or her husband, about his having grabbed her and kissed her that time at the party ... or the time he had followed her into the bedroom and Hell! If Sheri had known about it she'd have dropped me like a hot coal! He had to admit that Maureen O'Connel had handled the situation with finesse, and she had not chided him, afterward; neither had she ever been provocative in his presence. She's real cool about it! Then, there was another thing he wondered about: Sheri was always trying to turn him off ... So, maybe it's a like mother like daughter deal and they're both cold potatoes with a sexy outside!
Now, both hands were on the full-rounded contours of her softly fleshed buttocks, his hands massaging and pulling her loins in tight against his throbbing, fully erect cock.
Sheri's body trembled with the heated emotions set free in her body, and she moaned wetly up into his mouth. Her legs felt weak. Below, up between her long slender legs, there was the moistness and the building flare of a sensual flame in her young loins. The explicit sex scenes she had witnessed in the X-Rated movie, Ed's talk, his kiss, his hands and his hardened penis poking into her abdomen, all served to arouse her more and more every moment. Oh, GodI've got to go in ... now! She twisted her mouth aside, breaking the kiss.
She mumbled, "Please ... it's late! I've got to go before ... "
"Before what?"
Unwittingly she had started to say: "Before it's too late!"
That, however, would have been too much of an encouragement to him ... would have let him know just how aroused she was ... how ready to throw all caution to the wind ... and let him go ahead and make passionate love to her. Her whole hungry body yearned for it. What she did say, was: "Before ... my folks have to call me to come in!"
"That's a bunch of crap!" Ed grunted. "They're probably sound asleep or maybe having some fun themselves! Come on ... let's go around to your patio where we can have some privacy!" He headed off to the left, his big hand clamped on her arm, as he practically dragged her along across the lawn.
"Ed! Stop it! Stop acting this way!" she whispered, agonizingly. "We'll wake everybody up!"
There was a double chaise lounge, with a soft pad on it, in the O'Connel's patio, and that's where Ed was headed. He wanted to get her on it, get her lying down helpless to resist him!
She's going to get fuckedwhether she wants it or not! I'm God damned tired of her cock-teasing. Opening the gate, he pulled her through, into the deeper shadows of the side yard. He stopped dead in mid-stride when he saw it. A soft, glowing light came through a vertical opening of the drapes of a bedroom window. It was the bedroom occupied by the O'Connels. Ed knew that from experience, and the drapes were not fully closed. There was a light on in the room and maybe just maybe Christ! His breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded with a new excitement! Below, his long hard cock jerked, involuntarily, with the thought ... and momentarily, the daughter was forgotten.
Still holding tight to Sheri's arm, he crept up close to the window to peer in.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sheri hissed. "That's my mom and dad's room!"
"Shhhh!" he warned. "I just want to see if there's anything interesting going on ... ! " he whispered, putting an eye to the slim crack between the drapes. His gaze locked onto the scene on the bed. He gasped, "Damn! We're in luck!"
Sheri tried, again, to wrest herself free of Ed's steel-fingered grip. "Don't do thatit's not nice to spy on other people!"
"Be quiet damn it! You'll ruin it!" he grated into her ear. "Anyway ... you ought to see this too! Come here!"
Forcefully, he pulled her up in front of him and pressed her up close to the window. "Look at that!" he breathed into her ear.
Against her better instincts, Sheri looked through the barely parted drapes. It was her turn to gasp in surprise. This was no simulated action ... a suggestion of sexuality. It was the real thing! ... And, she remembered how she had often wanted to watch her parents as they made love, her girlish curiosity about it heightened by the secret nature of their coupling; however, she never had screwed up enough courage to do it. Now ... it was there for her to feast her eyes upon in all its carnal reality. Her father and mother lay there on the bed making uninhibited love wildly, abandonedly, and Sheri couldn't help watching with fascination ... and a certain feeling of awe.
She was looking at her father and mother from the foot of their King-size Hollywood bed. Her father lay on his back, his legs spread, slightly, and her eyes zeroed in on the thick length of his glistening penis, his testicles in their sac drawn up tight against his abdomen below the skin of it sparsely covered with hair and looking a dull reddish color ... sort of crinkled in texture.
The fact that the head of her father's cock disappeared between her mother's softly ovaled lips is what had brought the shocked gasp of surprise to her lips. Her mother's lusciously curvaceous body was crouched over her father's muscular body, her knees on either side of his head, her vagina, obviously pressed down tight against his face.
"Damn ... they're doing the old sixty-nine routine!" Ed breathed into her ear; at the same time, she felt him press the pulsating bulge of his erection hard against the small of her back.
"Let's leave ... now Ed!? "
"No! Goddamn it! I want to watch this! It's a hell of a lot better than that damned movie!"
His arms pinioned hers, and now his hands were on Sheri's firm young breasts, cupping them, his strong fingers digging into their soft resilient. Fingers of flame played over her body, seeming to radiate out in all directions from her breaststo the hollow pit of her belly and on down to the moisture-bedewed petals of her pulsating vaginal slit. Oh, GoodI'm getting so hot I don't know what to do!
Actually, Sheri wasn't able to see her father's head and shoulders ... couldn't see what was going on there, but the undulations of her mother's full hips gave her an inkling of it. Her active imagination filled in the rest. Daddy must be using his tongue on herlike I read about in that sex book I found in Mom's room that time ... !
But, what really held her fascinated attention, keeping her rooted to the spot and watching against her better judgment, was the way her mothers open mouth was taking her father's huge penis, almost all of it seeming to disappear as her head moved down to absorb it to the fullest, deep into her wet oral cavern and deeper yetinto her throat. God! How can she do that!?
Her mother's head was moving up and down, slowly, rhythmically. On the up stroke, almost all of the long shaft was exposed, leaving only the swollen head in her mouth, with tiny flanges of the insides of her lips pulled out; then, on the downstroke, those same sensitive ridges of flesh were stuffed back inside her mouth, as her lips seemed to nibble their way along its great length and breadth ... until only a tiny bit of it could be seen. Her nose seemed to be buried deep in the tight, brown curls of his pubic hair.
Then, Sheri noticed that her mom's eyes were closed, a serene, almost beatific expression on her lovely face, her honey blonde hair cascading down around her face, and her slender fingers busy caressing the ball-filled scrotal sac. Even as the young girl and her boyfriend watched, the father's hips began to move under the sucking woman, and soon was matching and countering the bobbing head in tempo and rhythm.
Now, standing behind her and watching her parents in their bedroom, Ed's hands became bolder; they glided down across Sheri's flat belly, smoothly and caressingly, until finally a hand was massaging her pubic mound through the layers of light clothing. Surges of ecstatic sensation crowded in on her there, concentrating in her pulsing young pussy. It felt so warm ... so good and seemed so right, yet she knew it couldn't happen. She couldn't let it happen!
"Ed ... ! Please ... don't do that!" she moaned. For answer, he bent his head down and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered, deliciously, with the warmly moist contact of his lips; then he was murmuring in her ear, "I want you ... Sheri! I want to fuck you!"
The shock of his words stabbed deep. She recoiled with a shudder. It wasn't that the word he used was unknown to her. She had heard it many times ... but she knew that, now, things were getting out of control. Even her own body ... as well as her mind was wanting the same thing. All of her high resolve was fading, and pretty soon only raw, uninhibited passion would remain. What should she do? She could break away ... run into the house ... And maybe, I'd never see Ed again! Or, she could stay there and the inevitable would happen ...
There was, also, something perverse in her that made her want to stay right where she waswatch her beautiful mom and her handsome father, as they made torrid love ... but if she stayed there was Ed's lips and hands on her own body arousing her, almost to the point of no return!
Sheri hissed back at him, over her shoulder, "No! God noEd! We can't! We just ca-can'tyet!"
From the bed in her parents' room, the muffled voice of her father came to them. "God! That's enough ... Maureen! Let's fuck now! I want to get my cock in you ... and fuck you with it!"
Maureen O'Connel raised her head, reluctantly letting her husband's big cock pull out of her mouth. Dreamy-voiced, she murmured, Oh ... it was getting so good, Joe! Why don't we just go on like this ... and bring each other ... ? " She reached out with both hands to grasp the wetly glistening shaft of his throbbing cock.
"Latermaybe" Sheri's dad said. "But, tonight I want to fuck you hard in this gorgeous cunt of yours!"
Scrambling up to her knees, then turning herself, felinely, his wife straddled his hips and said, "All right ... but I've got a better idea, I'll do the honors and fuck you hard! Okay?"
She didn't wait for his answer. Reaching down to between them, she grasped his massively throbbing cock and guided it to the flowered-open portal to her heatedly hungry cunt. With a knee-flexing, squatting action, she sat down on him, hard, and the rigid rod of his thick penis disappeared deep up into her tautly rippling white belly. Outside, Sheri heard her mother's gasp of mixed pain and pleasure.
Then, Maureen O'Connel leaned her torso forward until the fullnesses of her ripely firm breasts pressed down against her husband's broad, hairy chest, her erect nipples spearing out against the firm hardness of his muscles as her hungry mouth sought his.
Outside, gazing through the slim gap in the drapes, Sheri gasped, as she clearly saw the genital coupling of her beloved parents. Her father's legs were spread, slightly, as before, and she was looking straight up the Vee of his lets to see the testicles, drawn up, compactly ... and jutting up, at a slight angle the thick length of his massive cock was thrust several inches up into her mother's seeingly cruelly stretched cuntal opening. She could see little flanges of coral-toned flesh that dilated outward and clung tightly around the great girth of his massive penis. Just above in the hairless, widespread crevice, she saw the brown, wrinkled flesh of her mother's puckered little anus. Daddy's so ... so huge! And, how does Mom do it? How does she take all of that clear up inside her?
Now, the little hollows on either side of her mother's pussy were moving, and Sheri could see the muscular flexings of the vaginal lips together with the barely imperceptible movements of the clinging flesh around the shaft of her father's cock. Instinctively, the young girl knew what was happening as she watched her mother's cunt slowly milk the penis. She knew this in spite of the fact that she had never experienced this herself or even witnessed it happening before.
Caressingly, her father's big, strong-fingered hands appeared on the pliant, full moons of her mother's alabaster white buttocks, seeming to grame the copulatory action, and Sheri saw his cock jerk, expanding!y, against the elastic flesh of the already stretched vaginal opening.
Slowly, then, her kneeling mother straddled her father's waist and rocked back against the massively hardened shaft, and aim oust all of his great length and breadth was absorbed up into her cuntal passage. Rocking forward, it was unsheathed until only his blood-engorged cock's head was left in the passage, and the distended flesh of his rock-hard shaft glowed dully, moist in the dim lighting of the bedroom.
As the natural fucking rhythm was established, Sheri watched in wide-eyed, almost hypnotized trance. Up and down, the smoothly fleshed orbs of her mom's buttocks moved, absorbing and disgorging her husband's cock ... in and out and in and out ... .
Sheri couldn't have stopped watching if her very life had depended upon it. She had to watch now to the completion. She moaned ... wanting to feel the same thing her mother was feeling, knowing that it was beautiful and good. It was how she herself was conceived in a loving sexual act like this one. These very peopleher beautiful mother and her handsome father, had loved each other so very much and she Sheri O'Connel, was the living testimonial of their love. So how could sex be dirty, obscene or perverted ... ?
Standing behind Sheri, Ed could barely control his breathing as he watched, wishing a lustful wish that it could have been him lying there, on that bed with his cock in Mrs. O'Connel's cuntfucking her and fucking and fucking and fucking ...
But Maureen O'Connel's daughter was here in his arms, his hands roaming over her body.
Christ. What am I thinking about? Sheri's getting hot, hot enough, maybe so shell cave in pretty soon and I'll be in.
His hands became bolder, and he encountered no resistance when his outstretched middle finger pressed the crotch of her pan ty hose deep into the warmly moist crevice of her pussy in search of her clitoris, while his other hand massaged her softly fleshed budding young breast.
"Oh, God ... Ed." Sheri breathed, leaning weakly back against his chest, her fevered loins wanting him now. Involuntarily, helplessly, she thrust her hips out to meet his tantalizing hand, Deep in the hollow of her back, she felt the expanding throb of Ed's penis, as he ground it tight in against her.
Damn! This is it! She's wanting it, now ... and getting hot as hell! Now, he wasn't guessing and all the fun-and-games time was over! He was going to get it and nothing would stop him now. God! I'll fuck her until she can't walk straight!
Using both hands, he reached down to the short hem of her mini-skirt, lifted it, searched for the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and slid his hand down inside the front of them, into the soft warmth of her curling pubic hair. For a moment his hand played there, before snaking on down to the moistened slit of her nakedly throbbing pussy, where he inserted his middle finger and made warm, electrifying contact with her pulsingly erect clitoris. He felt the erotic shock of his touch ripple through her body as he pressed his finger in against the short, hard bud and began to rub tantalizingly.
Sheri's first impulse, when she felt his rummaging hand down there in the seething heat of her vagina, was to squirm away and offer up a protestperhaps, slap his face, in the old tradition of the violated maiden. But, what if the maid wants the violation? What if she's already lost her skirmish with reason and only ecstatic passion is in tyrannical control of her shamelessly aroused body?
Against her better judgment, she found herself responding to his teasing stimulation. Her hips began to undulate up against his worming finger, her demanding loins wanting more and more of those delightfully delicious sensations. She did it almost automatically, her eyes riveted upon the writhing bodies of her parents there on their bed in the supposed privacy of their bedroom.
A startling thought crossed her mind. What would Mom and Dad do if they ever found out that I spied on them? She didn't know ... .. But Ed? Oh, God if they found out that he watched too and that we did it together?
It was wrong! She knew it was wrong ... and it was even more wrong to allow Ed to keep on doing what he was doing to her, because she also knew that when her arousal was high enough there would be no turning back ... no running away from it. She'd be fucked and that would be that! She was swimming in dangerous sexual waters and the undertow was too strong. It was carrying her into deeper water than she had bargained for.
Desperately, but with a feebleness born of her involvement with the sensual workings of her own virginal young body ... and still reluctant to stop watching her parents fucking on their bed, she struggled to escape from Ed's circling arms.
He chuckled, softly, in her ear "You're not going to get away from me, now, Sheri! I'm going to fuck you and you're just about hot enough, now ... aren't you?"
"It's not going to ... to happen, Ed!" she hissed. "Take your hands off of me!" She reached down in a futile attempt to pluck his hand away from her hotly aroused genitals.
"Who're you trying to kid?" he rasped into her ear. "I know you want itand you know you want it so what's the problem?"
"It's not right!"
"Why ... ? "
"Because sex is for marriage."
"Medieval!" Ed chortled. "Sex is for anybody ... anytime they want it!"
His finger became more insistent as it teased and rubbed against her vibrantly throbbing clitoris, worming now, further downward, until the tip spread the moist outer lips of her pussy and circled tantalizingly around in the small fleshy opening.
Sheri moaned, helplessly, unable to stop itto tell him, emphatically and definitely no but she, also, couldn't bring herself to the point of saying: Yes ... I want it!
"Damn look at them go at it now." Ed hissed in her ear.
On the bed, in her parent's bedroom, Sheri saw her mother leaning up a little now, eagerly slamming her loins down hard and fucking for all she was worth, while beneath, her father was countering his wife's downward thrusts by raising his hips to drive his wildly pulsating cock far up in to her voracious cunt.
Faster and faster they fucked, and Sheri could see plainly that every stroke rammed the great, hardened shaft of her parents. Her father's legs were spread, slightly, as before, and she was looking straight up the Vee of his legs to see the punished bedsprings.
Instinctively, she knew that her father and mother would be coming to orgasm in just a few moments. Her mother's voice floated out to her, throaty and choked with passion, her breath uncontrolled. "Oh, JOeJoe ... it's so good! I'm going to cum ... pretty soon! Fuck me ... hard!"
Then, Sheri was abruptly aware that her own hips were moving in tempo against Ed's tantalizing finger and that he was worming his finger down through her hopelessly wet slit, finger-fucking her with wild abandon. The sensations boiling in her loins slashed at her demandingly, and she knew that it was almost too late. Oh, Godif it goes on any longer I won't be able to hold Ed off or I'll cum offright herenow!
Then, she heard her mother's moaning scream of completion and saw her collapse on top of her father. "Oooo! That's it! I'm cummmmming! Aaaauuuuggghhhh! Ooooommmmmhhhh!
Under her, Sheri's father hadn't cum ... yet. He slammed up into her wildly quivering pussy for several more strokes before wrapping his muscular arms around his wife and turning her over on her back like a rag doll. Then, straining above her he pressed her knees back against the full, swelling mounds of her breasts and began pile-driving his massive pole of flesh into her wetly pulsating cunt.
Outside, Ed gruffly grabbed the almost-hypnotized Sheri's arm. "Come on," he panted. He led her purposefully the few steps to the O'Connel patio, where he pushed her down, unresisting and unresisting, onto the soft pad of the double lounge.
Without hesitation, the young athlete pulled up her little mini skirt, gripped the waistband of her panty hose and peeled them down over the smoothly svelte taper of her soft, white thighs. Automatically, in a daze of burning need, she helped him by raising her hips and then fell back, breathing heavily, waiting for him to do what he willed to her naked young loins.
Hastily kicking off his shoes, Ed unbuckled his belt, zipped down his fly, and stripped his tight-fitting pants from his lean buttocks and muscular legs. He would have preferred for them to be totally nude ... but there was a need for haste. God! He was hot! He couldn't wait any longer and watching Mrs. O'Connel straddling Sheri's father doing the screwing, while at the same time he was finger-fucking the daughter, was almost too much!
With an agonized groan, he came down on top of her, forcing his hips down between her legs, wedging them apart with the strong muscles of his legs. "Now ... God damn itI'm finally going to shove my cock in you and fuck the ass off of you!" he grunted, reaching down to grasp the shaft of his aching cock to guide it to the moist opening of her cuntal passage.
His language, perhaps ... maybe her helpless position, under him or the sudden sensation of the electric contact of the blood-engorged head of his wildly pulsating penis with the sensitive flesh of her overheated pussy, brought her back to reality with a jolt. My God! He's really going to do it! He's going to put it in me ... and do it! He's going to ... fuck me!
"No! Oh, God ... no!" she groaned in an agony of swift change of mind.
Quickly her desperate hands reached down between them. She was almost too late! Grasping the thick, hard length of his cock, she attempted to deflect it just as he flexed his hips to drive it into her virginal young cunt.
Ed's feral, driving thrust was diverted, and his lust-filled cock's head slammed into the hair-lined furrow above her cringing vaginal orifice and slid across the hardness of her erectile, fully-stimulated little clitoris.
"Let go of my cock ... damn it!" Ed bleated.
"No!" She hung onto it, determinedly, feeling its massive power heatedly pulsing in her hand.
Again and Again, he tried to get his painfully aching penis into her hot little pussy, and each time it was the same. She wouldn't let his hardened flesh enter her ... but each time she deflected it from its target, bouncing it off and deliberately rubbing it against the sensitive nerve endings of her clitoris. She became more and more stimulated until ...
Suddenly, the unexpected orgasm burst upon her. She came! In convulsive waves of ecstatic rapture, she came. "Oooohh! My God! Myyyyy Godddddd! Aaaaaaauuuggghh!"
Sheri was on the point of collapse, but she still hung onto his cock, desperately. "WaitEd." she groaned. "Don't force me ... please!" Her mind was casting about, attempting to find a way out of the situation, for now, she was more determined than ever that she wouldn't let him put his mammoth penis in her and fuck her with it. Oh, God! I've got to do something for him now or he 'll wear me down or just plain force me to do it rape me! Then, she knew! The vision of what she must do flashed through her mind, as she remembered the scene in her parent's bedroom. If Mom can do itI can too!
"Christ Sheri! There's no stopping, now! I've got to fuck you! And, you can pop, again while I'm doing it!" Ed grunted, pantingly.
"I-I've got a better idea!" she murmured. "Let me do something else to fix it up for you?"
"Like what.. ? "
"Use my mouth ... on you."
"You mean a blow job? You want to suck me off ... ?
"Yes ... Ed, darling I'll suck your ... your c-cock for you!" she promised.
"Damn! I'd never have expected that ... from you!" he blurted.
"Ed ... I know enough about men to know that you need to cum and I want to do it so you'll feel all rightabout everything!" Sheri explained.
And, you've never done it before."
"No ... but I want to learn!" she smiled up at him. "Will you tell me the right things to do so it will be good for you?"
"Hell, yes!" He crawled from between her legs and stretched out beside her. "I'm so damned near to popping my cork that you won't have much to do mis time!" he admitted.
Languidly, Sheri kneeled up, then squatted back on her heels. Leaning forward, her eyes locked, awe-stricken, on the lance-like shaft of his pulsating cock that stood out from his muscular loins. "Oh! It's so big!" she breathed. It was the first time she had actually seen the young athlete's penis.
CHAPTER TWO
Maureen O'Connel's orgasm had been complete ... and satisfying, as it was, almost every time, with Joe. It seemed to her that with the passing years the quality of their lovemaking continued to improve. She was happy ... and felt herself blessed with a virile, loving husband and a beautiful daughter, just budding into vibrant, young womanhood.
Lying under her husband, while he thundered deep into her still wildly clasping cunt, as the convulsive waves of her orgasm still surged through her, producing the relaxing euphoria of deep, sexual satisfaction, there was still working in her the peculiar sixth sense that only mothers seem to develop. Somehow, someway, she knew that her daughter, Sheri, had arrived home from her movie date. Her acute hearing had picked up the opening and closing of a car's door some minutes, before ... but she bad not heard Sheri's key in the front door. She wondered: What's keeping her ... ?
Then, she remembered. Sheri was out on this date with Ed Baldwin! He's a pretty sexy young man! Maybe.. he's just a little too much ... for Sheri to handle! With a smile, she recalled his little-boy attempts to become intimate with her before. She hadn't wanted to hurt his fragile, uncertain ego, so she had been gentle and understanding with him. Nonetheless, she had, also, made it quite plain to him that she was a happily married woman much older than he, and that it would be best for him to stick with girls near his own age. Not that he isn't an attractive, clean-cut young man ... he is and he's got that animal-like way about him that's shy, disarming way that disguises the animality ... until he's alone with a woman then, watch out! But, she could understand Sheri's attraction to the tall, good-looking red-headed boy, who seemed to have a promising career either as a collegiate or professional athlete. Again, mother-like, she thought of him in terms of husband material for her dear daughter. Yes! She could see him in that light. He does have a potential and I'm sure Sheri could be happy with him!
Even, as her mind strayed from the sensual sexuality of her own lovemaking, she began to feel her ascent to a higher plateau of arousal, brought to her as her husband plundered her deep and hard, striving, now, for his own explosive ejaculation.
And, suddenly, she was rising to meet him, her loins undulating wildly, wanting it to come to her again. Then, she knew she could! "Oh, God, Joe! I'm cumming again! Fuck me ... hard ... and deep!"
"You asked for it darling!" he grunted. "I'm going to shove my cock into that gorgeous cunt of yours so hard you won't be able to walk for a week!" He was panting with the exertion, his trim, well-muscled body straining to please her. God! What a woman his wife was! The fucking gets better and better every year we 're married!
Then, he felt it. He was almost ready to cum. The acid-like ass of his impending release was there in the root of his aching cock, urging him on to even greater effort, as he jack-hammered it all the way home into the velvet-lined softness of her warm, moistly clasping cuntal canal.
Just before he felt the breaking dam of his own cumming deep in his loins, Maureen convulsed under him for the second time that night.
"Oh! OOhh! OOoohhh! Come on ... Joe shove your cock into me all the way! All the way! Let me have it all! Oh, just a little more! There! Oh, There! I'm ... going to make it again! Now! AAAAAAAAaauugg! FUUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEEEE! HARRRRRRDDDD! Aaaaaaaaauuuugggghhh!"
Joe came with her, his white hot semen jetting from the tip of his wildly jerking cock to forcefully splash far up into the heated depths of her wetly clasping cuntal sheath. Holding himself rigid above her, after one final goring thrust, he gloried in the feel of his powerfully spurting sperm, the real proof of life lived to the fullest. Damn! There's nothing like it in the whole world! Everything's right here in the head of my cock!
"God! DarlingI love you!" he panted, and collapsed on top on her, spentsatiated, secure in the knowledge of his wife's love.
"I love you, too, sweetheart!" she told him. wrapping her arms around his heaving torso to hug him tight to her breasts. "Oh, how very much I love you Joe! You make me feel so good!" She kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear, while below, she could feel the final involuntary jerking of his cock buried deep up in her belly, as the last drops of his hot sperm was ejaculated.
After a few moments, their breathing was under control: and seconds later, it seemed, Joe was sound asleep. The hour was late. He had worked a full day and the following day would be equally full. There was a charter flight to Sacramento. Takeoff was scheduled for 7:00 a.m., his passenger being some local politician who had an axe to grind in the legislative halls of the State Capitol.
As Maureen O'Connel lay there under her husband, listening to his deep, regular breathing, she felt an almost indescribable contentment but her mother's instinct was at work, again. Heavens' Sheri hasn't come into the house yet!
Her ear was attuned to the sounds of the house, and after a few moments, she knew or divined that her daughter was in the patio ... .. And, Ed must be there with her! She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was well after 2:00 in the morning. Out of long habit, she checked to make sure the timepiece was set so that its alarm would awaken them at 6:00 a.m. since Joe has that early flight in the morning ...
Gently, she squirmed from under Joe's heavy, sleeping body, being very careful not to disturb him; then, grabbing a couple of tissues, she wedged them up between her thighs to catch the thick warm drip of Joe's semen from her vagina.
She shrugged into her frilly dressing robe and padded barefoot from their bedroom into the hallway, where she listened, to make sure she had been right. Yes! Sheri was in the patio! Voices wafted in, and Maureen caught her daughter's agonized tone of voice. "NO! OH, GOD ... NO!"
Instantly the mother was concerned; instinctively, she knew the cause of the agony in her daughter's protestation. Dear God! Ed must be trying ... to ... fuck her' She found it difficult to relate the thought ... the word to her only, darling daughter.
Then, as she drifted down the hallway and across the darkened living room, to the double sliding doors giving off onto the patio, she hear Ed's voice say, unmistakably, "LET GO OF MY COCK ... DAMN IT!"
"NO!" It was Sheri, her voice strangled.
Maureen came close and peered out into the patio, straining her eyes to see in the shadowy darkness. She could just make out the forms on the big double, chaise lounge. Sheri was on her back. Ed was poised above her ... but if she heard correctly and had interpreted what she heard, in its proper context then Ed hasn't been successful yet! She hasn't let him get it into her ... Sheri was eighteen years of age. She was a woman, who could marry without parental permission, in the eyes of the laws of the State of California.
And, so Maureen could only watch and remember that it had been only twenty short years since she and Joe O'Connel had sneaked into her parents' house late at night after a date. They had used the couch. Joe was a young flying officer then, a newly commissioned Second Lieutenant, and home on leave!
Sheri's voice, again, full of passion and impending orgasm, came to the mother, clearly: "OOOOOHHHH! MY GOD! MYYYYYYY GODDDDDD! AAAAAUUUGGHH!"
Her daughter had come to full womanliness, in the completion of her release ... but she had no way of knowing what had brought Sheri to that point of cumming. Then, in the next moment, she heard the supine girl moan, underhim, "WAIT ... ED! DON'T KEEP ON!"
"CHRIST ... SHERI! THERE'S NO STOPPING' NOW! I'VE GOT TO FUCK YOU!
AND, YOU CAN POP' AGAIN ... WHILE I'M DOING IT!"
Then Ed hadn't been able to get his cock into her! Somehow, Maureen was glad that it hadn't happened to Sheri, but then a disquieting thought flitted through her mind: What am I thinking about? I shouldn't be worrying about Sheri she's taking care of things her own way! After all I, guess I must have loved Joe so much that I let him fuck me that time! And it was my first! After a moment's reflection: I didn't ever regret it ... !
"I-I'VE GOT A BETTER IDEA!" Sheri's voice was low, and her mother strained to hear. "LET ME DO SOMETHING ELSE ... TO FIX IT UP FOR YOU?"
"LIKE WHAT?"
"USE MY MOUTH ON YOU!"
Maureen heard it, and was somewhat aghast. She had been married for almost seven years before she had consented to do that to her husband, Joe!
Then, Ed was asking, "YOU MEAN A BLOW JOB? YOU WANT TO SUCK ME OFF?"
YES ED, DARLING ... I'LL SUCK YOUR C-COCK FOR YOU!"
"DAMN! I'D NEVER HAVE EXPECTED THAT FROM YOU!"
"ED ... I KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT MEN TO KNOW THAT YOU NEED TO CUM AND I WANT TO DO IT SO YOU'LL FEEL ALL RIGHT ABOUT EVERYTHING!"
Maureen knew then, even in the face of her first surprise, that her daughter's knowledge of sex was greater than hers had been when she was the same age, just turned eighteen, and a wistful wish floated through her mind ... that she'd had more knowledge of sex ... of men and their sexual needs. God! Maybe some of our sex hang-ups wouldn't have been so serious when Joe and I were first married, if I'd known then what I do now!
"AND, YOU'VE NEVER DONE IT BEFORE?" Ed was asking Sheri.
"NO ... BUT I WANT TO LEARN! WILL YOU TELL ME THE RIGHT THINGS TO DO SO IT'LL BE GOOD FOR YOU?"
"HELL, YES!" Maureen saw him move from his position between Sheri's legs and lie down beside her. He went on, then, "I'M SO DAMNED NEAR TO POPPING MY CORK THAT YOU WON'T HAVE MUCH TO DO THIS TIME!"
Then, Sheri was kneeling over him, and as she leaned forward, Maureen hear her say, "OH! IT'S SO BIG!"
And, straining to see, too, in the darkness, Maureen saw it jutting up toward her daughter's mouth. God! She's right! It's really huge!
* * * *
Timidly, then, uncertain as to whether she really wanted to carry out her promise to him, Sheri reached out with her trembling hand to touch it ... first. Tentatively, she tried to encircle it's pulsing girth with her fingers. She couldn't!
Ed's hips moved under him, to push it up toward her mouth. "Turn your lips in ... over your teeth!" he instructed. "Then just slip your mouth down over the head of my cock!"
"Oh, God ... darling ... I-I don't know ... " she whispered, having some second thoughts about the whole thing. "I'm afraid ... I might gag on it!"
"You might, but you'll get used to it!"
"How do you know that? she challenged.
"Well ... isn't that what all the sex books say?"
"Y-Yes ... "
"Then just go ahead and do it!" he insisted, his voice hoarse in lustful anticipation.
Forcing herself to it, Sheri followed his directions and lowered her head down toward the massively throbbing hardness. The foreskin was already pulled back, and she could see the blood-engorged cock-head pulsating like a little heart. It was shiny smooth, even in the darkness. With a final mental prod, she placed her parted lips over it, taking only a part of the corona into her mouth. She felt him eagerly push up at her, then, and the whole hot head of his pulsing penis was inside her young, wetly ovaled mouth. It was smooth and warm and the tang of it on her tongue wasn't unpleasant, at all.
Ed's voice was urgent. "Now ... just start sucking and moving your head up and down!"
She swirled her tongue around the velvety head a couple of times, before she hollowed her cheeks and tried to suck. Ed's hips drove his hardened fleshy shaft up into her awkwardly sucking mouth, until about half of his great heated length was buried. Sheri felt as if her jaws would cramp, and she moved her head upward, trying to force it out of her mouth. She wanted to cry out renege on her promise to suck his cock to fulfillment. God! I can't do it!
But, before she could raise her head enough to clear his thick penis from her mouth, Ed's strong hands were on her head, his fingers entangled in her hair and pressing her head back down again; at the same time, he drove his massively hardened cock deep into her hot young mouth and throat.
"Come on ... damn it!" he growled, impatiently.
Sheri gagged. She was sure that she was going to be sick, but his hands on her head guided her. setting the tempo at a fast rate, the urgency in him demanding it. Up and down, her head bobbed over him, as he countered with driving thrusts of his pelvis to sink his cock deep into her moistly warm throat, using it as a substitute cunt. Her tightly ovaled lips slid easily up and down the thick length of his mighty shaft now, and Sheri could do nothing to help ... or hinder. Soon, the gagging sensation passed. She felt more comfortable, although the muscles of her jaw had begun to ache. She knew she was being used ... but she was helpless in Ed's steel-fingered grip. He's got to cum pretty soon! Oh, God let it be soon!
Watching from inside the house, Sheri's mother felt her own pulse quicken. Why do I keep watching? I'll get hot myself and I don't dare wake Joe up again! He'd never get enough sleep! Another disturbing thought began caroming around inside her skull, as she watched Ed's huge glistening cock ramming in and out of her daughter's hollowed mouth. He's so young and virile and so terribly big! She searched for a word and found it. Yes! That's it! He's got a magnificent cock! It was all right for her to admire another man's erect, penis-even a young animal's like Ed's ... but when the fantasy mind tried to put her in her daughter's place out there, on the patio sucking that young man's monstrously potent cock, it was too much. What if ... ? No! God, no! What am I thinking? That's impossible! Let Ed Baldwin become ... my lover? It was a monstrous idea, and she tried to banish it from her mind.
Shaken, trembling with weak-kneed emotion, Maureen O'Connel turned away from the sliding glass door and made her way back to her bedroom. I'm too much in lore with Joe and our sex-life is just wonderful now! God! What made me ever think an unthinkable thing like that? She knew it would never happen. She wouldn't let it happen. Never.
Carefully, she crawled into their big bed, silently sliding in under the sheets so as not to disturb her soundly sleeping husband. Then, she lay there, tense, her mind a whirling maelstrom. It was a long time before fitful sleep came to her, but finally she slept, sure that she had purged her mind of such perverse thoughts. My marriage is too happy ... now ... to let any thing ruin it!
On the darkened patio, Sheri was disturbed. Wh-what happens when he cums? The mechanics of it had not occurred to her before, and she was worried. God! Just swallow it!
But, suddenly, she didn't have to think about it. It was a fact! She felt his thick hot cock begin jerking inside her mouth ... and he was cumming! Cruelly, Ed rammed his heatedly pulsating shaft deep into her furiously working mouth and throat and she was forced to swallow large gulps of his cum. His massive load of sperm jetted into her mouth, hot and white, splashing far back into her gagging, choking throat, and he groaned his lewd satisfaction as his cock jerked and expanded even further in her mouth.
"God! That's good, Sheri!"
He held her head in place, until almost all of his cum was ejaculated; then, he relaxed down into the soft cushion of the lounge and freed her head.
Sheri abruptly released his softening penis from her mouth and groaned, "Ed! I-I didn't think you'd ... "
"Cum ... in your mouth?" he finished for her. "Yes!" She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
"That's just part of the game, Baby!" he told her. "Now, come on up here and give me a kiss!"
Stretching out beside him, she felt herself enfolded in his arms, and his lips sought hers. As his tongue probed, deeply, into her mouth, she knew that he would be able to taste the essence of his own outburst of love remaining in her mouth.
Somehow then, she cleared her conscience. It's all right-really! There's nothing wrong with it! It's an expression of love! ... And, it wasn't all that bad but next time-next time, she was determined to do it the right way. She would be in control.
Ed broke the deep, soul kiss, after long moments, and told her, "You were great, Sheri and I-I love you!"
Sheri hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure whether what she felt for Ed Baldwin was real love. Perhaps it was, but now she wasn't sure of it at all. "I love you, too, Ed ... I think" She sat up on the edge of the lounge.
"You think!" he exploded, reaching for her, again.
"Oh, Ed, I just can't be sure yet!" she said, making her answer an honest one. "It's so late ... I'd better go in, now."
"Can I see you ... tomorrow?"
"Of course, silly!" she smiled. "But I have an appointment I have to keep, at four-thirty!"
"An appointment? For what?"
"I'll tell you all about it, tomorrow!" Sheri scrambled to her feet and ran, lightly, across the patio, whispering back over her shoulder, "Goodnight, Ed, darling!"
"Goodnight, Sweetheart!" He was left sitting there, alone, almost disbelieving that it had happened. Damn! She really did it! She sucked me off, and it was almost as good as if I'd fucked her in that gorgeous cunt of hers! He was still lost in a daze of sexual happiness as he slowly put on his clothes. Then, carefully, he made his way through the yard to the front drive, got into his car, started it and drove away. He was still thinking: God! This could be the beginning of something real swinging, especially if I could get next to her mom! His mind was filled with images of what he'd witnessed on the O'Connel's bed, all mixed up with Sheri and him on the lounge. Mother and daughter! Daughter and Mother! One and the same after a while! The idea was there. He had to admit it to himself. He wanted both of them, more than ever now! But how? How can I make Sheri's mom, too? He'd have to do some thinking about it, and come up with something that would get him alone in a bedroom with Mrs. O'Connel! But, the next time I'm alone with her there won't be any of her patronizing put off! I'll fuck her but good!
* * * *
It was seven-thirty in the morning. Maureen O'Connel called her daughter for the third time, "Sheri, today's a school day, and it's already seven-thirty!"
"Yeah ... Okay, Okay mom! I'll get up pretty soon!" Sheri yawned.
Twenty minutes later she came into the kitchen where her mother was drinking her second cup of coffee and grabbed a banana and some cookies to eat on her way to school; fortunately, the high school was only seven blocks away, and if she hurried, she could just make her eight o'clock class.
She didn't want to talk to her mom, this morning. She was afraid things could get-well a little sticky.
As she sidled out, Maureen couldn't help saying, "Really, Sheri, you don't eat enough to keep a bird alive."
"Oh, Mom ... Don't start in on me this morning!" she whined, as she bolted for the door.
"Sheri!" Maureen called, "Please try to come home right after school!"
"Can't today!"
"Why?"
"I have this appointment to sign up for a modeling school!" She was at the front door, now.
"You didn't tell me."
"Yeah ... I know but I'm going to be going to classes at night, I think." She was gone, walking swiftly off down the driveway, leaving her mother standing at the front door watching her.
"But, Sheri ... "
"Bye, Mom ... ! "
Maureen went back to her coffee, trying to understand why there had to be this yawning chasm between her and her daughter. She realized that there has to be a gap between the generations. There always had been, she conceded, as she remembered how it had been between her mother and herself when she was a young teenager. But why is talking to her so difficult? Of course, she's really a young woman!
The memory of what she had witnessed last night came flooding back to her. Yes! Sheri definitely was a young woman, and there was very little Maureen could do ... nothing she could say now that would give her any better direction than she already had. She knows her own mind ... that's for sure ... and she's knowledgeable!
Then, as she thought about it, she decided that there was no point in telling Joe about it. He probably wouldn't understand. And he might get all hot under the collar about it!
Anyway, her husband had always been a little too protective of their only daughter. Thinking about it later, as she went about her chores, a flash of insight came to her when she realized that her husband's attitude toward Ed Baldwin had always been more that of a rival than a father. God! Is it possible that Joe's interested in Sheri as a woman? The idea stunned her, momentarily, but she quickly flushed it out of her mind!
CHAPTER THREE
The two men might have been having a business conference. They sat in Max Troxel's ultra-modern office. Max was seated behind the desk, and J.J. (Sonny) Wilson was making his report. Troxel inspected his well-manicured nails for a moment in order to gain control himself, then his deadly steel-gray stare held Wilson's eyes in a steady gaze to make sure he was getting the absolute truth.
"So ... Larry Sloan's dead? Where'd they find his body?"
"Alongside the highway ... out near Corona! "Clean?" Max queried.
"Yeah! There was no piece on him ... or anywhere around!" Sonny affirmed, feeling uncomfortable, as he always did when Max stared at him so intently. He let his own dark eyes drift away from Troxel's face for a moment.
"He was supposed to be driving!"
"Yeah! ... that's right, but when Larry got his, Billy Bob must have shoved him out of the car ... and then took over himself!" Sonny told him, squirming in his seat, as a light sweat broke out on his brow. Jesus, it was beginning! He'd have to have a shot of heroin pretty damned soon ... and he hated having to sit here and answer his boss' questions. He'd been out all afternoon legging it around to find out what had happened. Now, it was time to shoot up! "Then?" The sharpness of Troxel's voice forced him to look up into those penetrating eyes, again.
"Then Billy Bob lost them on the freeways, but some Highway fuzz tried to pull him over for speeding ... and Billy Bob took a shot at him!"
"Logan!" Max spat. "The stupid bastard! Then, what did Billy Bob do?"
"He ducked off the freeway and into the parking lot at Disneyland! They busted him while he was standing in line to buy a ticket!"
"Was he clean?"
"No, he had two pieces on him ... his and Larry's!"
"They find the stuff?"
Sonny's face was a study in agony, now. "Yeah! They found it. It was still in the car, the whole goddamned shipment-two and a half kilos of pure, uncut stuff!"
When Sonny thought about all of that beautiful "H" that had been lost, confiscated! There was a sinking feeling in him that made him want to sit down and bawl. That stupid son-of-a-bitch! He was in the clear! Why'd he have to use his piece, just because of a traffic bust?
Troxel didn't use the stuff. He saw the thing from a different point of view. It was a loss! A loss of about two-and-a-half million dollars! And, I'll have to work out some kind of a deal so that I don't have to pay the whole thing off! But it was Troxel's men who had lost it and that made it bad! The percentage he'd have to pay off went up because of that! Christ! What a bunch of hopheads I've got to put up with in this business!
He could put that problem off, for two or three days, but there was a more immediate, a more pressing foul-up to get straightened out: William Robert Logan, the bastard who had lost it.
"Where'd they first pick up the fuzz?" Max asked.
"Hell! I don't know for sure ... but I think it was the Border Patrol checkpoint down near Temecula!
"It figures!" Troxel snapped. "The stupid bastards got rattled ... after we laid out all of it for them, so they could come through there clean!"
"There were Narcs in on it, too!" Sonny volunteered, hoping he could get away from Troxel for just a little while so he could get the fix he needed. Christ! Why doesn't he let up on me!?
Max knew the signs. Sonny Wilson was in agony. His best man, the one he depended upon most, was a mainliner and needed to shoot-up, but he had to have all the information he could get. And, it's got to be accurate! Hell! I can't afford to make even one small mistake!
"Where're they holding Billy Bob?"
"Federal Building in LA!"
Thoughtful for a moment, Max knew what had to be done. William Robert Logan wasn't going to get the chance to spill his guts to the fuzz about the inner workings of Max Troxel's operations. He'd remained clean ... no arrests ... and there was no way so far for any fuzz to suspect him and come on with the big bust!
But how in hell could he silence a man who was being held in jail, especially that lock-up in the Federal Building?
"Okay! Here's what we do!" Max spat, after a few moments of deliberation. "Get in touch with Wright, he's the attorney we use all the time! Billy Bob will be expecting him! Now, he's got to get down there fast before that stupid kid goes into the sweats and needs a fix he can't get! Understand?"
"Yeah ... I follow you!" Sonny affirmed.
Getting up from his chair, Max swung back a striking abstract painting, to reveal a large wall safe. He spun the dial expertly, shielding it with his body. No one, not even Sonny knew the combination. He extracted a small capsule and re-locked the safe. As he swung the painting back into place, he was aware of Sonny's raspy breathing, and knew that it was getting bad for him. He rolled the cap across the desk and said, "This is pure stuff! I want you to make up a kit for Logan. Give it to Charlie Wright to pass to the kid, when he talks to him!"
"Christ, that's asking for trouble! I don't know whether Charlie'd take the chance!" Sonny complained, whipping out a handkerchief to wipe his running nose, another indication that his body needed a shot of heroin, and fast!
"You don't worry about Charlie Wright! I'm paying him enough, and I'm paying you to carry out what I tell you, so we'll knock that crap off right now!" Max Troxel told him, his voice steel-edged, deadly.
"Okay, Max!" Sonny Wilson agreed, squirming uncomfortably in his chair. The itching had begun, now!
"The O.D. is the only way to get at him now! So, you'd better be on you way!"
Sonny shot out of his chair fast and headed for the door, the uncut cap already secreted on his body. Max stopped him with, "Wait a minute, Sonny!"
Picking up the telephone, he dialed, waited a moment and spoke, softly, into the mouthpiece, "Louis? Wilson's on his way! Give him what he needs, and charge it back to me!"
A smile split Sonny's heavy face, his dark eyes sparkled under his thick black hair, 'Thanks, Max! Thanks a million!"
"One more thing!" Max called out.
Turning back, reluctantly, his hand on the outer office door knob, Sonny asked, "What ... ? "
"I want you to nose around the airports and find out what you can about chartering a light plane for some special flights! It's too dangerous on the freeways, lately!"
"Okay!" Wilson affirmed, understanding clearly what Max wanted. He turned and left hurriedly, hoping against hope that Max was finally finished with him.
Troxel was turning back into his office, when his beautiful secretary, Brenda, fetchingly mini-skirted and properly curvaceous, said, "Mr. Troxel-Miss O'Connel is waiting to see you!"
Max shifted his thinking, putting his mind back to work in another, completely unrelated area to the conversation he had just finished with Mr. J.J. "Sonny" Wilson. He smiled, "Of course, show her in, please." His voice was mild now, and well modulated. There was no steeliness. He ran his hand over his non-existent hair. It was a nervous habit. He was almost totally bald! What was left of his tiny fringe of hair, he had shaved daily, producing a shiny cue-ball effect. He owned several wigs, but he had come to prefer the complete baldness. The wigs, he sometimes used for other purposes, when he didn't want to be recognized.
He was sitting behind his desk, when Brenda, his perfect secretary, ushered Sheri O'Connel into his office. Rising, he came around the desk with mincing, almost bird-like steps, his penetrating gray eyes swarming all over her.
"Ah, yes ... Miss O'Connel! I've gone over your application, very carefully. Won't you please have a seat?"
Watching her as she sat down, he saw that she had an easy grace, feminine manner ... and best of all, she was built well. He noticed the full swell of her young hips, the nice taper of her sleekly firm thighs, and the soft fleshy mounds of her breasts. And, she's a true blonde ... I think! He noticed the shiny golden highlights in her well-combed hair. Yes! She was very interesting! He reached into his desk drawer and removed a manila file folder, which contained her application and a photograph. Swiftly, he scanned her application again and noted an item which was not important yesterday. It jumped off the page at him in her neat script. In the blank for her father's employment, she had written, Father-Self employed, Charter Service and Flight Instructor! He'd have to check that one out! His mind was already clicking over, sorting out ways he could use that information! He sat on the corner of his desk and skewered her with his eyes.
Sternly, he asked, "Now, Miss O'Connel, what makes you think you want to be a fashion model? It's a tough, competitive life, and there's room at the top for only a very few girls who've really got it! All the rest of them only make peanuts, a bare existence!" It was his speech designed to weed out the lookers, the dilettantes.
Sheri looked up at him, startled for a moment, then she composed herself and said, clamly, "I can work hard, if that's what it takes. And I've got the looks ... and the body for it! ... Besides, it's what I've always dreamed about being a model!" She said it with determination, but she was quaking inwardly. He had almost succeeded in frightening her. What he didn't know was that her father had said almost the same thing to her a couple of months before, when she had brought up the subject. Her answer to her father had not been so glib, or so ready. She had worked it out over several minutes of family discussion.
Troxel smiled. "Well said!"
"Thank you, Mr. Troxel, but that's really the way I feel!"
"Feelings are great as far as they go. He looked down at her application for her first name, found it and added, "Sheri! But how will you feel six months or a year from now?"
"The same, I think!"
"Don't think! Know!" he told her. "There are going to be a hundred ... or a thousand things to put up with! How do you take direction?"
Remembering her high school drama classes, she answered, "I can do anything if it's explained!"
"Let's find out!" he snapped. I want you to get up, walk over to the couch against the wall, sit down, cross your legs, then reach out to pick up a glass! Take a sip from it and smile at the person, sitting next to you!"
Sheri went through it for him. He watched her, avidly. When she was finished, he told her, "You'll have to lose ten pounds! They say the camera doesn't lie ... but it does, and it'll broaden you out and make you look ten pounds heavier than you are!" He had said nothing about whether she had followed his directions properly, and she was down cast.
"Did I do it right, Mr. Troxel?"
"We'll work on your walk ... and your posture!" he told her, curtly. "You go to work on losing some weight!"
Rising, she walked back to her seat near his desk. He was standing now, and she noticed that he was a short man, shorter than herself. A tiny, lewd half-smile was playing around his lips. He relished what he was going to do next.
"Now, I want you to take off your clothes ... so I can see whether you'd be Okay for nude poses!"
Sheri gasped and her heart skipped a beat. She was taken completely by surprise. "Ah ... I'd prefer not t-to ... ! "
"So, what if you're assigned to a photographer who's doing some nudes? You'd refuse? And walk away from a good fee?"
"That'd be ... well, d-different"
"Would it? You're trying to get into my school, and I have to know what I've got to work with ... so I want you to disrobe! Now!" His eyes held hers. It was his final test of a woman's willingness to submit herself to his tutelage.
Disturbed, Sheri asked, "You mean ... that it's part of the application ... t-to be eligible ... for the school?"
"Exactly! Well?"
"Okay ... I-m do it., but, ... "
"But, what?"
"I didn't expect I'd have to do something like that!"
"You said you wanted to be a model in the worst way! Well do you?" he probed. "Y-Yes ... . "
"Then, do as I say!"
Shakily, Sheri began to unbutton her blouse. Max smiled at her and said, "Good girl! I knew you'd come through with flying colors!" Then, turning to his desk, he pressed a button on the inter-com. He spoke into the device. "Brenda. Will you come in here, please?"
The office door opened almost immediately, and Troxel's secretary came in earring her dictation pad, she looked at her employer questioningly. Max waved her toward the couch, saying, "I want you to be here for the final part of Miss O'Connel's audition!"
Turning back to Sheri who stood uncertainly before him, with half the buttons of her blouse undone, he snapped, "Well, get on with it or off as the case may be! Miss Thorsen is here to keep everything legal and aboveboard."
With hesitant hands, Sheri removed her garments, one by one, as Troxel resumed his seat behind his desk to watch. Finally, flushing with embarrassment, the young girl stood nakedly before the little man. His hot eyes took in every detail of her lush young loveliness, as his eyes swept hungrily over her long golden blonde hair, deep blue and wide-set eyes, with natural eyebrows set over a slightly uptilted nose, full, sensuous lips, smooth neck flowing into sloping shoulders, and proud, ripely firm breasts that made his mouth water, his palms itching to caress them. Down across her flat belly, his eyes swept to the gently curling tawny gold of her pubic hair. He noted the nipped-in curve of her waist, countered by the swell of svelte hips, blending into sleekly tapered thighs, slightly dimpled knees, and the reverse curve of long calves. Her small, dainty ankles were based with long, narrow feet, with straight toes.
"Turn around, slowly ... walk over to the door and back!"
Sheri did his bidding, feeling strange, a churning feeling in the pit of her stomach. Brenda flashed a white-toothed smile at her, and Sheri felt encouraged. "Smile" The svelte redhead framed the word with her lips: then, "Relax!"
Realizing how grim she must look, how stiff and unnatural her walk, she tried to relax, determined that if she must go through with this ridiculous bit-I'd better do my best! She tried a smile. It seemed to help.
Troxel's eyes bored into her back, like twin acetylene torches, locking on the full, smoothly rounded orbs of her buttocks. Christ! She's a natural! With a little training she'll really be something! And, she's just the type they've been begging for! Some nude pics for the porn magazines ... and a few beaver flicks ... and she'll be making a mint for me!
His brain had been clicking over, considering some other possibilities, as well. Hell! Maybe I can use her for something bigger! Her dad's a flyer-runs his own charter service ... and I've got to switch to bringing the stuff in by air! The road's are getting too damned hot! The Narcs are running me ragged ... and this bust, today ... with
Larry dead and Billy Bob in jail liable to spill his guts, unless Wright gets that O.D. to him I'm in a bad spot! His plan was beginning to take shape. He'd have to think about it a little more, to work out all the details, but it was a workable plan. And, I can have myself a little fun with heron the side! She's a gorgeous hot little piece! He felt the jerk of his awakening penis inside his pants, as he began to feel aroused by her sexy yet innocent nudity and the things he had in mind for her! But, this isn't the time! I've got to work out a timetable on it: besides I've got Brenda on tap for tonight!
Sheri was walking back toward him now, and Max switched brain wavelengths again, back to being Founder and Director of The Lovely Lady School of Fashion Modeling. She was smiling and her walk was just a little provocative, as he noted that her hips swayed, slightly just enough to emphasize her budding womanliness. Arriving back at his desk, feeling as though she had been on display for hours, and that she had walked naked for miles, she said, a little breathlessly, "How was that, Mr. Troxel?"
"I think you'll be trainable! Now, you'll be starting on Monday the evening class promptly at eight! Begin losing some weight! Cut out some carbohydrates; increase the protein intake and reduce your total calorie intake to about twelve hundred per day!" he instructed.
"All right, Mr. Troxel!"
"You can pay your fees at the beginning of the first class!" He told her. "You can get dressed now, and Miss Thorsen will show you out!" He turned, opened the door behind him that led into the second room of his suite of offices and disappeared into it.
"He-likes you!" Brenda said.
"H-He never said he did ... " Sheri trembled, sure she had made no impression at all on him.
"Don't worry! That's just his way! He never will come right out and say it, but I know he-likes you or you'd never have gotten this far!"
"Then ... I-I do have a chance?"
"Yes! He accepted you for Lovely Lady! That only happens to about one out of two hundred girls who apply."
Sheri's smile creased her face, broadly, "Oh, really? Wow! Just wait until I tell Ed and my folks!" Hastily, Sheri began dressing.
Brenda watched her with a bemused smile.
She's so young and innocent and she's got so much to learn! The smile was a mask that hid the acid-burn of experience, and she wondered why she continued to be a part of Max Troxel's organization. Maybe it's the money? Yes! That was it! Max pays well! Otherwise ...
Fully clothed now, Sheri was ready to go. Brenda ushered her out, smiling her goodbye, and locked the office door; then she went back through the outer office, where her desk was located, and into Max's office, joining him there in his plush, private room. He had mixed two drinks; automatically, he handed her a glass as she came through the door.
"Well, Brenda, baby I think we've got a hot one!"
"She's sweet" Brenda observed. She sipped her drink, Scotch rocks.
"I've got some special plans for her!" Max grunted. "But I've got some for you, too and right now!"
"You said something about dinner, Max" Brenda reminded him.
"So I did, but it's early!" he told her, pointedly. "And, I'm in the mood for an appetizer ... you. Baby, so let's pull that folding bed out of the couch!"
"And, we'll go out later?"
"Sure, depending on how I feel afterward." The telephone rang. Troxel motioned to Brenda to answer it. She did. "It's Sonny."
Max took the phone. "Well ... ? "
"Wright saw Billy Bob. He was in bad shape ... glad to get the merchandise and Wright said there wasn't anything to worry about. Billy Bob'll be taking it in the next few minutes for the big exit!" Sonny said.
A big smile split Troxel's face. "Good!" he spat. "That's one less thing I've got to worry about!" Then, changing the subject, he told Wilson, "No need to do any more leg-work on the flying charters. I want you to check out just one for me! It's a guy by the name of O'Connel, who teaches flying and runs a charter service! Find out where he's based, look him over. Find out what you can about him. His background, family, finances and dig up anything you can about what he goes for ... women, horses, gambling, anything like that!"
"Yeah, okay, I understand." Sonny affirmed. "That all?"
"That's all for now!" On second thought, he added, "No need to come back to the office. I'll see you in the morning!" He broke the connection.
Brenda Thorsen had pulled the folding bed out of the couch and was sitting on the edge of it. God damn him! He's going to use that girl, Sheri to get at her father and force him to fly the stuff in!
She looked up at Max, stricken, her lovely face contorted. "Max! You're not going to use that girl the way I think you are just to get an airplane and a pilot?"
Troxel turned away from the telephone, a pained look on his face. "Brenda, Baby you disappoint me! How many times have I told you not to interfere with my business!? "
He walked over to her, swung his open hand in a short, swift blow, slapping her face. She crumpled back onto the bed with a low moan, covering her face with her hands, fully expecting more of the same.
"Understand?" he spat.
"Y-Yes Max, I understand" she sobbed. "I'm sorry and I'll never interfere, again!" She knew the litany well! The trouble was that she kept forgetting temporarily!
"Start getting undressed!" Max shot at her. "I'm still in the mood for some good fucking and you can start off by sucking my cock for me! I want you to get it up good and hard and just right then I'll decide what I want to do with it!" He leered down at her, where she lay, and his cock came up hard and throbbing, jerking involuntarily against the cloth of his pants. She hadn't moved yet, and impatiently, he roared, "Now! Hear me?! "
"Okay, Max, anything you say" Her voice was dull, lifeless. Yes! Max did pay well but he was also a hard taskmaster!
Max picked up his drink and watched her as she stripped. She's a sexy little bitch but she's getting too damned possessive always got her claws out to hook into me about something so I imagine it's about time she moved on! And, I've got just the place for her! He'd have to make a couple of calls, but he was pretty sure that a woman with her endowments would be a valuable asset to any whorehouse! He'd just make sure that she was sent far enough away so that she could never make it back! Anyway, she's getting to know too damned much and in a bust she'd break down and spill her guts to the fuzz! The trouble is she's stayed clean of "H". Maybe I'd better turn her over to Sonny and Louis for a while and get her hooked. Then, she'd be ready for a whorehouse! It was too damned bad, too! She was a gorgeous hunk of woman! She just didn't know, yet, how to fit in and play the game according to Troxel's rules and she didn't have the slightest idea of what Max was going to do with her. Next week, she'd be wondering what happened, where she went wrong, what mistake she had made, but it'd be too late, then! The die was cast for her!
But, I'm going to have my fun with her, tonight! The little bitch'll know she's been fucked before I'm through with her!
And, next week, after Sonny and Louis were through with her, she'd be a mainlining hype ... glad to do any ting she was told to get her fix. A woman with her training and intelligence would be strictly first class, making all the best tricks for upwards of two hundred a night.
Max didn't really like to make decisions like he'd just made. This one was harder, because he did enjoy having Brenda around. She was a good lay, but that's the breaks, he thought.
His mouth was set in a grim line. But, Billy Bob's was different! The son-of-a-bitch made a mistake and he's paying for it with his life! Christ! What a way to go, with a blast of pure "H"!
Brenda was completely naked now, as she crawled across the bed to where he was sitting on the edge. Gently, she pushed him back, reached down and unzipped the fly of his trousers. Dipping her hand inside, she brought his massively hardened cock out and expertly skinned back the foreskin. His cock's head throbbed with lust, and as she lowered her glistening, half-parted lips to kiss it, she murmured, "I'll make it up to you, Max!"
"Yeah!" he grunted. "You do that for me, will you?"
Then, her lips opened and rounded and she took the lust-swollen head of his cock into her warmly wet mouth. ... .
* * * *
That evening, the O'Connel's had a late dinner. Sheri told her parents all about being accepted for The Lovely Lady School of Fashion Modeling. She told them everything except the part about having to parade around naked in Mr. Troxel's office.
Her father beamed over at her, "Well, I hope you'll be happy about it, Honey!" Then, thoughtfully, "But, I hope you don't have to do any of that nudie stuff when you're finished!"
"Why, Dad? There's nothing wrong with that is there?"
"Well I guess I just don't like the idea of other people ogling you that way is all!"
"Oh, Daddy!" she groaned.
"Okay so I'm square! That's the way I feel about it!" he huffed.
"Well, people are more honest and realistic, nowadays!" Sheri defended. "Why even in the movies they're ... " She stopped, afraid that she had said too much.
"Yeah, I know, they're putting in everything, but when it comes down to having my daughter parade around naked, having her picture taken, and maybe having them published in those sex magazines that's where I draw the line!"
Maureen intervened, placatingly, "It may never happen, Joe! We're just supposing aren't we?"
"Maybe! But, I've already told you what I think!"
"Well, I'm old enough to make up my own mind!" Sheri got up from the table and stormed into her room.
Joe watched her go, noting the sensual jiggle of her buttocks, so much like her mother's, as she stalked angrily away.
Damn! I suppose I'm still treating her like she was a young girl, but she's really quite a young woman! She looks more and more like her mother looked when I first met her! Actually, she's sexy as hell!
Maureen watched her husband, as he gazed after the departing figure of their daughter, and tried to divine what he might be thinking. His vehement statement was just a little too forceful, she thought, and again, she wondered: Does he see her as his daughter who's now a woman or is he seeing her as a woman who happens to be his daughter?
She knew there was a period of time that all girls went through, when they were very much in love with their own fathers. It usually passes long before the girls become teenagers. But, later, what if it continued and became serious? A man could well he could become confused ... Maureen hated to complete that thought-a thought that would lead to her thinking of her own daughter as a rival for her husband's affections and sexual attentions! No! It was unthinkable! It was almost as unthinkable as the startling thought she had had as she watched Sheri and Ed on the patio, last evening ... when she had entertained the notion of Ed Baldwin becoming her lover!
"Joe?" she said, softly, her voice sultry and inviting. "Would you like to go to bed early, tonight?"
He caught her tone instantly, her meaning all too clear to him. "Hell yes!" he said. "There's still some life left in the old man!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Sheri began her heavy schedule of going to her regular classes at the high school, plus the three hours of evening classes at The Lovely Lady.
Arrangements were made for Ed Baldwin and her mother to alternate in providing transportation for her. She had intended to pay her own fees from her small savings, but at the last moment her father agreed to pay them for her ... as a part of her high school graduation gift. Her actual graduation was only a month away.
Throwing herself wholeheartedly into her studies at the fashion modeling school, she was amazed at the number of subjects that were covered in the lectures: things such as, hairstyling and care of the hair, cosmetics and their effective application, diet, exercises to build and keep body tone, and the total emphasis on grooming and posture. Mr. Troxel didn't actually do any of the teaching, but he was about the premises a good deal of the time. Sheri saw him once or twice. He spoke to her, casually, seeming never to recognize her.
She enjoyed everything about the school-the plush surroundings, the teachers and the subjects. The Lovely Lady occupied two floors in a new building on Wilshire-a really prestigious address. Best of all, she learned that girls who finished their work there were in demand. She was very happy with the way everything was working out for her, having received several encouraging compliments from two of the instructors!
* * * *
"Well ... what'd you find out?" Max barked.
Sonny laid it out for him. "O'Connel's a straight arrow, married twenty years, eighteen year old daughters a very beautiful wife, by the way ... and he drinks a little, plays a little penny-ante poker with some buddies ... doesn't play horses ... and he's never been known to step out on his wife!"
"He's legitimate ... all the way ... you're sure?"
"Yeah, he's strictly conformist-lives in a tract house, makes maybe fifteen thou a year ... one car two years old, one five years old ... paid off ... and he's whittled down his mortgage to where it'll be paid off in a few years. He works out of a sport field over in Orange County ... teaches flying ... and picks up on a little charter work. He owns his own plane, a four-place Cessna. And that's about all."
"Did you make him a proposition?"
"He wouldn't go for it!" Sonny said, ruefully, "Soon's I mentioned diverting to Mexico ... he tossed me out and wouldn't listen to anything I said ... even when I said there was five big ones in it for him for each flight!"
"Okay! Then, we'll start putting the squeeze on him, beginning tomorrow! Have Louis call this guy for a charter flight to Indio ... in the name of James Hastings. Now, since he'd recognize you, tell Louis he'll go with me, as John Conte. Okay?"
* * * *
It was Sheri's fourth evening of classes, Thursday, in a very full week. She was listening attentively to, and watching with interest, a cosmetics demonstration, when a tall, bosomy blonde came into the room and asked the instructor to excuse Miss O'Connel to go to the Director's office, explaining that Mr. Troxel had a special message for her.
Sheri walked along with the big, blonde woman, who had identified herself as Myra ... Mr. Troxel's new private secretary.
"Oh, was Brenda ... I mean Miss Thorsen, fired ... or something?" She remembered the redhead's encouraging remarks.
"Or something, I suppose," Myra said, noncommittally.
"But, I think she may have just quit. That's what Mr. Troxel led me to believe."
"She was nice." Sheri observed.
"I didn't know her ... at all," the big blonde said.
Admiringly, Sheri studied the other woman out of the comer of her eye, seeing exactly the kind of polish that she was coming to recognize as a trade-mark of The Lovely Lady. She couldn't hold her curiosity back any longer, and she blurted, "Are you a graduate of Lovely Lady?"
"Why, yes, I am! Two years ago." Myra told her.
"And, have you been working ... as a model?"
"Off and on, but I jumped at this job to work directly with Max because ... because of the benefits!" she said, looking away, afraid to say any more. The conversation was ended. They were entering the outer office. Myra went to her intercom and thumbing the switch, announced that Miss O'Connel had arrived.
Max greeted Sheri warmly, put his arm around her, and led her to a seat on the couch. She was surprised. Her guard was up, instantly.
"Y-You have a message ... for me?" she asked, wondering vaguely whether there might be something wrong at home.
"Yes ... I do, Sheri!" Max told her. "I've got a special commission to do some posters ... and I don't have a suitable girl on tap for the job! I need a fresh, new face.. and figure! I was wondering ... would you like to do the posing for me?"
"Well-do you think I'm ready."
"I certainly do! It's the kind of job you'll do best!"
"What do you mean."
"It's a set of nudes!"
"No thank you, Mr. Troxel!" She started to get up from the couch.
The bald-headed man reached into his jacket pocket for his billfold and unclipped ten fifty-dollar bills. Spreading them out on the coffee table, he said, "The fee is five hundred dollars ... in advance!"
Sheri gulped. She couldn't believe her eyes.
'That's an awful lot of money ... .isn't it."
"Five times the usual fee!" Troxel snapped. "Because this a a hurry-up job! Now, what do you say.? "
Cocking his head at her, his steely eyes riveted on her face he watched her, like a bird of prey, as he spread the bait before her.
"I-I don't know, Mr. Troxel ... my parents ... "
"They would never know ... that is, if you spend the money discreetly," he suggested.
As he was almost certain she would, Sheri took the bait. It was a lot of money ... to her.
"All right! I'll do it!" she said. Heavens! It can't be any worse than when I undressed for him in his office here ... and there isn't much chance that mom or dad would be seeing any posters!
Troxel whipped a paper out of his jacket pocket, took out his pen, and offered it to her. "Now, if you'll just sign this standard release form, the five hundred is yours! Then we'll go upstairs ... and go to work! I've got to keep my hand in, too you know. I don't shoot more than three or four jobs a year, lately." He smiled, disarmingly.
Sheri signed the form where he pointed. She knew about such technicalities. They were necessary, it seemed to keep everything legal. Her heart was pounding, trip-hammer fast, and she had a hard time keeping her hand from trembling. My very first posing job ... and I'm getting five hundred dollars for it! It's like ... terrific!
"Okay ... we'll go upstairs, now!" He rose, turning to help her up, and led the way through a private entrance to his office. Sheri followed, hastily stuffing fifty dollar bills into her purse. They were in a short, closed hallway, and Troxel was ringing for an elevator. "We'll ride up ... this is a private elevator that connects on two floors."
Then, they were in a semi-dark photographic studio. She saw the floodlight stands, cameras on tripods, and there were the acrid odors of a photo lab drifting into the room, probably behind one of the several doors she saw in the large room.
Gloating to himself, Troxel locked the door behind them, then swiftly moved to a small table near the center of the room. On the table was an inter-com. He keyed the switch and asked, "Ready?"
A tiny voice came through the speaker. "Yeah ... "
"Sit down!" His voice was all steel now.
Sheri sat in the chair he pointed to, wondering why he had changed to such a curt manner. She had liked him the way he had been a moment or two before, somewhat amiable, even-likeable.
Max sat down in a chair next to her, looked her over with a hint of a lewd smile, and told her, "In the next few minutes, I think you'll understand why you're the only one who can fill the bill. Now, I'm going to show you a short movie! It's a premier showing for you alone! Are you ready?"
Mystified, Sheri said, "Why, yes, I suppose so. But what do I have to see a movie for?"
'That'll be clear to you ... in a very few minutes!" Using the inter-com, again, he snapped, "Roll it, Sonny!"
The lights went out, and there were the flickers, on the screen, of the film leader. The movie screen was against the far wall. Sheri watched, alertly, ready to absorb whatever was shown. It was in color.
A FACE SWAM INTO VIEW, OUT OF FOCUS, THEN GRADUALLY, AS THE FOCUS SHARPENED, THE FEATURES OF A WOMAN WERE RECOGNIZABLE. SHE WAS A RED-HEAD' IT WAS BRENDA THORSEN!
"Why ... that's Brenda!" Sheri gasped.
"Just watch!" Troxel grated at her.
It's Brenda ... .but God what's wrong with her?
SHE WAS THINNER, AND THERE WAS A SALLOW LIFELESSNESS IN HER EYES. THEN THE CAMERA BEGAN TO PAN DOWNWARD OVER HER BODY, HIPS, THIGHS WERE SCRUTINIZED BY THE LENS' ALMOST CARESSINGLY, LOVINGLY.
THEN, THE CAMERA ANGLE WAS CHANGED, SHOOTING FROM THE SIDE OF THE BED. BRENDA LOOKED UP. THERE WAS A GLIMMER OF LIFE IN HER EYES NOW. SHE SMILED.
THE NEXT SCENE WAS A CUT TO A FAT, PUDGY HAND HOLDING A SYRINGE.
SLOWLY, OH, SO VERY SLOWLY, THE THUMB OF THAT FAT HAND DEPRESSED THE PLUNGER AND TINY DROPS OF FLUID WERE EJECTED FROM THE TIP OF THE NEEDLE.
BRENDA'S EYES WATCHED, AVIDLY, AND HER LIPS FORMED THE PLEADING
WORDS: "OH, PLEASE?"
Again, Sheri couldn't hold back her gasp of surprise, "No! Itc-can't be ...
"Shut up ... and watch!" Max ordered.
But, I saw her here ... last Friday ... and she didn't look like an addictI
NOW, A HUGE, OBSCENELY FAT MAN WALKED INTO THE PICTURE AND SAT DOWN ON THE EDGE OF THE BED, CAUSING THE BED TO SAG, DANGEROUSLY. HE HELD THE SYRINGE IN HIS HAND, AS BEFORE. HE WAS SHAKING HIS HEAD FROM SIDE TO SIDE, DENYING HER THE FIX, SHE OBVIOUSLY NEEDED. HOLDING UP THE NEEDLE, OUT OF HER REACH, HE POINTED DOWN TO HIS GROIN. HE SEEMED TO BE SUGGESTING A TRADE.
Oh, My God! He's going to force her t-to ... suck him off!
THE RED-HEAD WAS AGREEING ... BUT THERE WAS MORE TO IT! THE REPULSIVE, FAT MAN, ROSE FROM THE BED, STILL HOLDING THE HYPO IN HIS HAND, AND
WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM, TO STAND NEAR THE DOOR. HE WAS POINTING DOWN TO THE FLOOR.
BRENDA, COMPLETELY DEGRADED, LACKING ANY SENSE NOW OF HER INTEGRITY ... EVEN SEEMING TO HAVE LOST HER HUMANITY, WRIGGLED DOWN OFF THE BED ... AND BEGAN CRAWLING ACROSS THE FILTHY FLOOR ON HER BELLY, WRITHING IN A PATHETIC ATTEMPT TO IMITATE A SERPENT!
Sheri couldn't watch! She clapped her hands to her eyes and moaned, feeling a sudden sickness ... and an overpowering empathy for the . girl she had known only so briefly. "Oh, God! S-Stop it! I-I don't want to s-see any more!"
"No! You'll watch every God damned frame!" Troxel roared, gripping her wrists and tearing her hands away from her eyes.
It went on! Sheri was forced to watch.
THE BEAUTIFUL, DEPRAVED BRENDA REACHED THE FAT MAN'S FEET ... AND KISSED HIS SHOES; THEN, SHE WAS KNEELING BEFORE HIM, HER TREMBLING HAND REACHING OUT TO ZIP DOWN HIS FLY, HER HAND GOING INSIDE HIS VOLUMINOUS PANTS TO PULL OUT HIS SOFT, FLACCID PENIS.
CAREFULLY, SHE RETRACTED THE FORESKIN, AND HER LIPS KISSED THE HARDENING COCK'S HEAD. AS SHE HELD
THE SHAFT OF THE FAT MAN'S COCK IN ONE HAND, THE OTHER WENT INSIDE, BELOW, TO CARESS HIS BALLS. NOW, THE FULLY ERECT PRICK WAS IN HER WETLY OVALLED MOUTH, AND SHE WAS HOLLOWING HER CHEEKS TO SUCK ON IT, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME, HER HEAD WAS MOVING, SLOWLY, BACK AND FORTH ALONG ITS THICK LENGTH.
AFTER A FEW MOMENTS, THE FAT MAN REACHED DOWN, HIS FACE IMPASSIVE, AND GAVE HER A VIOLENT SHOVE BACKWARD. SHE LAY THERE FOR A MOMENT, BEFORE SHE BEGAN TO CRAWL BACK TO THE BED. REACHING IT, SHE CLAMBERED UP ON IT AND KNEELED NEAR THE EDGE, THE FULL MOONS OF HER BUTTOCKS WAGGLING, INVITINGLY BEHIND HER.
Now, that horrible man's going to ... to do it to her-dog fashion! He's just going to fuck her, with no meaning in it-except that he's got the drug she wants., and she's willing to do ... a-any thing to get it! My God! How low can people get?
Sheri struggled feebly in Troxel's strong grip, wanting more than anything else in the world to get out of that room, but he held her in her seat, securely.
THE SLOPPY FAT MAN CAME UP BEHIND HER, HIS HARDENED COCK SPEARING OUT
FROM THE FLY OF HIS TROUSERS LIKE A HAMMER HANDLE. THE CAMERA FOCUSED ON HIS FACE, MOMENTARILY SHOWING THE LUST THAT HE FELT.
DELIBERATELY, HE SPAT ON HIS PUDGY HAND AND SMEARED IT ON THE THROBBING HEAD OF HIS PRICK. THEN, HE REACHED OUT AND SLOWLY SPREAD THE CHEEKS OF BRENDA'S BUTTOCKS, WHILE THE CAMERA CAME IN FOR A CLOSE UP. THE ENTIRE FURROW OF HER CUNT WAS VISIBLE.. AND ABOVE, THE DARKER CIRCLE OF HER PUCKERED LITTLE ANUS COULD BE SEEN.
THEN, WITH FIENDISH GLEE, THE RAPACIOUS FAT MAN'S RIGIDLY THICK COCK WAS DRIVEN DEEP AND HARD ... STRAIGHT INTO THE RED-HEAD'S CRINGING REAR PASSAGE.
THE CAMERA CUT QUICKLY TO HER FACE. BRENDA'S MOUTH WAS OPEN... AND SHE WAS SCREAMING ... SCREAMING ... SCREAMING!
And, Sheri was screaming with her! "No! God! No!"
But there was nothing she could do but watch, as Max Troxel subdued her writhing body and held her head, forcing her to watch to the very end ...
UNTIL; THE FAT MAN CAME ... AND HE
OPENED HIS MOUTH AND SQUEALED! Sheri knew that he must have sounded like the pig he resembled. Oh, My God! It's horrible.. just horrible!
It was finally ended; the trailer flickered through the projector, and there was a blinding flash of white light on the screen. Sheri sobbed, helplessly, now. "W-Why did you sh-show me ... that horrible thing?"
The projector light was turned off, and the lights came up in the studio. Troxel released her, letting her cry, heartbrokenly for a moment or two, before he rasped, "I wanted you to know in advance what could happen ... if you don't cooperate with me!"
"But I-I've already agreed ... t-to pose for you!"
"There's going to be a little more to it than that!" Max told her!
"What do ... y-you mean?"
"I'm going to fuck you ... and the whole proceedings are going to be photographed!"
"No! I've never ... "
"Never been fucked! That's better! Makes it a lot more fun!" he chortled. "But there's no way you can escape it, now!"
"Oh, please, Mr. Tr-Troxel.. I-let me go?"
"No! I need you! You're very important to my operations right now ... and I have to do what I'm going to do!"
"I d-don't understand ... "
"Maybe ... you never will! And, perhaps, it's best if you don't understand too much!" The short, bald-headed man told her.
"Maybe ... you never will! And, perhaps, it's best if you don't understand too much!" The short, bald-headed man told her. you might enjoy it!"
"Who said anything ... about forcing you?" You'll be begging me to shove my cock in you before I do!" he smiled, his eyes hooded ... lewd.
"I'd never ... do that!"
"We'll see!" Troxel barked. "Come along, over in the corner here, I've got a nice soft bed ... for the scene of your ... seduction!" He pulled her out of her chair and led her to the bed.
Sheri heard a door open and close, guessed it was the door to the projection booth, and she knew that there was another person in the studio.
It must be the man he called Sonny! And, he's going to be watching ... and taking pictures! She felt hopelessly trapped, knowing that she was locked in the room with both men ... but they had not actually touched her ... yet! They didn't need to use physical force. The threat was psychological-that movie!
"It should go without saying," Troxel was going on, now, "that I expect full cooperation, and that you'll never say anything to anyone about what went on here! Remember, you're going to be doing it because it's what you wanted!"
"But.. M don't.. ! "
"Oh, yes you do ... bitch! You've got five hundred in your purse that says you do!"
"But that was ... for ... posing ... ! "
"Who's going to believe that?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Sheri stared at Max Troxel, aghast, as his meaning was made clear to her, instantly, "No! T-Take it back!" She clawed her purse open! My God! He's trying to say he paid me for-forg-going to ... b-bed with him! He's trying to make out that I-I'm ... a-a whore!
"Too late!" Troxel grunted. "I've paid ... and I want my merchandise ... you!"
Sagging, weak-kneed, Sheri sat down, heavily, on the edge of the bed, feeling as an animal must feel when it struggles against a trap ... and the trap only digs in deeper, to hold its captive more securely, in its relentless jaws.
"Oh, M-My G-God!" she moaned.
He watched her coldly for a moment, then softened momentarily to say, "Would it help ... if you had something in you?"
"L-like ... what?"
"You name it-a cap of H, a sniff of coke ... a roach?"
"I-I don't need drugs ... for anything."
"A shot of Scotch?"
"N-No! Nothing!" God! I wouldn't dare take anything h-he offered me! "You're sure."
"Y-Yes ... ! "
"Then, let's stop wasting time!" Troxel growled. Then, over his shoulder, he asked, "You ready ... Sonny?"
"Anytime!"
"Shoot everything ... that looks interesting."
"Sure! I know."
The floodlights came on, blinding her. It was going to begin ... and there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was no way she could escape ... even if she broke and ran she couldn't get out of that room! And there's no telling what they might do to me ... if I fought back! The scene in which Brenda crawled like a snake across the floor loomed up in her mind with all its tragic overtones ... and she knew what it meant. They made her into an addict and prostitute! Since last Friday ... when I saw her ... they made her that way! It was horrifying! She knew she would cooperate ... do whatever was required of her so she could escape a similar fate! Poor Brenda ... I wonder ... what happened-what did she do ... to be treated like that? Of course, that was probably something she would never know.
An almost disembodied hand reached into the circle of light, holding a light meter. She couldn't see the other man's face, but she was very much aware of Max Troxel's presence. He leered at her. "Let's get you naked!"
Sheri had just made the most difficult decision of her young life. She could lose her virginity to this diabolical mad man, allow him to use her body for his lewd sexual desires, but she was bargaining ... that that would be the end of it-her virginity was all she stood to lose, as compared to what could happen to her ... what did happen to Brenda Thorsen! All she had to do was be cooperative! Ruefully, she realized that was the only course open to her, otherwise ...
Max Troxel sat down beside her and pushed her back, supine, onto the soft bed. He stretched out beside her and began kissing her neck, his tongue moistly washing her unblemished young skin, then its agile tip was darting into her ear and running around the edges, giving her the shivers ... both of repugnance and a beginning arousal. His laugh grated into her ear. "You're a luscious little piece!"
Unconsciously, as she lay there, Sheri tightly clenched her thighs, dreading the time she knew was coming ... when he would touch her there. And I-I tried so hard t-to keep Ed from doing it-for love! Somehow, it didn't seem fair at all!
Then, she felt his hand, as it brazenly explored the contours of her breasts, his lingers digging into the sensitive, pliant flesh through the layers of her clothing.
"Nice!" he said, allowing his hand to roam down across the flat plane of her belly, on down the outside of her firmly tapered thigh to the hem of her mini-skirt. Thrusting his hand up under her skirt, he caressed his way back up the smoothly warm flesh of her inner thigh, pulling the skirt up to expose her completely to his leering eyes. As his hand touched the softness of her pubic hair through her white bikini panties, he grinned, remembering that she was a true blonde. Using his middle finger against the crotch band of her panties, he pressed his finger into the small fleshy crease at the top of her vagina and found the tiny bud of her clitoris. He rubbed at it through the nylon material of her panties, knowing that she couldn't help responding to it. She would be begging for it, he told himself and he knew exactly how do do it! He chortled to himself: This little bitch's really got a surprise coming!
Cringing, Sheri tried to roll her hips away from him, but his tormenting finger followed, teasing at the hardening little shaft of her clitoris until she felt the tiny sparks there, like the sparks from flint and steel falling into flammable tinder.
"Oh, p-please Mr.
Troxel.. d-don't please?" she begged.
"Listen, baby ... as close as we're going to be, in a little while, you'd better knock off the Mister! Call me Max from now on ... understand?"
Then, twisting his hand into the protective crotch band of her panties, he jerked, hard, tearing them away from her, ripping the flimsy garment into shreds and leaving her virginal young loins completely naked and defenseless. Only shreds of her panties clung to her hips. She instinctively clamped her thighs together, and her hand went down to cover the shame of her exposed cunt to his rapacious gaze.
"Take your hand away from that gorgeous cunt of yours ... and open your legs!" he ordered.
"N-No ... II can't let you!"
"I thought we'd settled that!" Max snapped. "Or do you want me to show you ways ... to make you do it? Remember Brenda Thorsen ... she was such a nice girl! Too bad, too, I liked her!" It was a direct threat! He intended it to be! He was tired of messing around with her! "Now, get your fucking legs open! Now!"
Defeat, disgust, fear and loathing for this bald-headed monster mingled in her, as she slowly, reluctantly, allowed her alabaster-like thighs to spread to reveal the coral-hued pink slit dully glistening there between her legs, a golden ring of sparse blonde pubic hair lining the soft outer cuntal lips. The tiny layers of her inner lips peeped out like the petals of a rose-colored flower, and above, at the top of her furrow, her clitoris sensuously pulsed, spreading its warmth through her young body.
Then it began ... for real.
She heard his gasp of pleasure as he gazed down at the perfection of her cunt laid out before him. He licked his lips, as his finger moved on her ... moving in the thin, pink slit of her virginal pussy. She squirmed and shuddered in the knowledge of her helpless nakedness, not wanting this horrible thing to happen ... yet aware of the warmth ... and the strange, masochistic agitation of it that shivered through her. It was an excitement she could never have explained. Then, he insinuated his thick middle finger into the moist warmth of her vagina, observing aloud, as he did so. "Damn! You really are cherry! Never been fucked, before! I'm really going to enjoy this!"
Squirming her trembling young buttocks down into the soft mattress, she attempted to escape the tormenting finger he was worming into her cuntal passage. She moaned with the slashing sensations that raced through her. God! It's going to happen ... but I didn't want to feel it! Her body had turned traitor ... and Max would be the victor ... after all.
But, she didn't have to let him get the better of her! Momentarily, her confused mind threw caution to the wind. She put both hands against Troxel's chest and pushed him away from her, hard.
"And I'm not going to b-be fucked ... either!" she declared, defiantly.
Max was thrown off guard, for a moment. He glared at her, rage gathering on his face ... then, suddenly, he roared with laughter. "Damn!" he cackled. "A little wildcat, eh ... ? A wildcat that doesn't know she's trapped, yet!" Then, he became serious, menacing, again. "Listen you little bitch! I'm not playing games-this is serious ... and I'd hate to hurt you! Have you ever seen what happens ... when acid is poured on human skin?"
Sheri was shocked beyond reason. OOoooh, Dear God ... ! She stared at him, gapingly, "Y-You . you ... w-wouldn't ... ? ! " she whispered. "You wouldn't would you?"
"You wouldn't want to find out would you?" he countered with his own question. His voice was steely.
She knew in that instant that he ... would! He's crazy' Slumping back against the mattress, she began sobbing in resignation.
"Stand up!" he ordered. "I want you naked ... now!"
Automatically, she obeyed, her body reacting robot-like, as she took off her clothing ... standing naked before him in only a matter of moments. She was sure that she was in physical danger ... maybe even mortal danger!
Troxel's gray eyes swept over her, twin points of steel in the expanse of skin that was his face and bald head. She was subdued ... and that was the way he wanted her ... subdued and cooperative. His salacious smile broke across his face, as he told her, "I can fuck you any time I want to ... but that might be called rape, in some circles ... so I'm going to make sure you enjoy itto the fullest! Anyway ... we get better pictures that way!"
Dimly, Sheri wondered about the importance of pictures. Of course ... he's going to sell them to one of those filthy pornographic magazines!
Max pushed her back down on the bed, forcing her to lie straight in it, this time. She saw that he was sweating from the heat of the lights. He started taking off clothing ... until he was clad only in brief jockey shorts. His body looked scrawny, but she knew that he had a sinewy strength in him. She had felt it in the steel bands of his fingers when he had restrained her, earlier ... when she was watching that horrifying movie.
Unconsciously, her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge in his shorts. She gasped. He must be ... absolutely monstrous!
Max saw her surprised look and said, "You'll find out ... later ... about the size of my cock! Right now ... you're in for the surprise of your life!"
He leaned over her, grasped her knees and wrenched them apart. Just at that moment, she was conscious of the click of a camera shutter. That unknown, unseen cameraman called Sonny was busy snapping photos ... and she wondered, idly, what they would look like. She almost laughed ... at the absurdity of her own fleeting thought!
Lying there, with her legs splayed out obscenely, Sheri guessed what his next tactic would be. He'll use his mouth ... and tongue on me-lick me ... and s-suck me ... down there! That's why he's so sure of himself-so sure that he'll make me want it! But, she couldn't second-guess Max Troxel!
He hadn't done anything ... yet. She looked down between the cleavage of her softly fleshed breasts to see him sitting there calmly, with a long bronze-colored feather in his hand. She recognized it as the tail feather of a pheasant cock. He was twirling it, idly, in his hand ... waiting.
Then, she asked, "What's the feather for ... ? "
'This!" he spat.
Suddenly, her body jerked, involuntarily with the light, torturous touch of the tip of the feather as he drew it in a tortuous path along the sensate flesh of her inner thighs. It moved in swirls and zigzags, unpredictable ... and without pattern. She gasped. It wasn't a tickle that would produce laughter. It was an instrument designed to reduce any woman to the point of almost instant desire. She tried to clamp her legs together, but he restrained her, warning, "Remember ... bitch ... cooperation is your watchword!"
With a lewd chuckle, he brushed the tantalizing tip of the feather between the moistly trembling lips of her vaginal opening, twisting it between his fingers, so that it teased at every raw nerve ending. The tortured young girl wanted to scream ... but under the mound of psychological threats to which she had been submitted, she held it back. Desperately, she clapped a hand over her mouth to repress it. OOOoooohhh! God! She could feel the tormenting feather as it dragged through her wet furrow up to her throbbingly alert clitoris, where it played, for a moment, directly on the sensitive head. It was too much; she couldn't stand it... couldn't fight against it as licking flames of unwanted desire surged through her loins unchecked. Then she was aware of the heatedly copious moisture flooding her cuntal opening. Her passion-drenched vagina was ready ... whether she was or not, and she knew now that there was no way she could avoid being a part of it; the lewd sensations coursing through her body were too wantonly powerful! I I can't stand i-it!" she moaned. "S-Stop ... p-please ... stop?"
"Not a chance ... baby! This'll drive you right up the walls ... and that's what I want!" Max told her with a obscene smile.
Again and again, the long soft feather turned in the moistness of the cute teenager's cuntal opening, dipping into the fleshy channel to twist and swirl, just inside, her pussy lips, for long moments. At the instant when she was sure her mind would shatter, it was gone. She gasped with relief as the lust-inciting feather left her inflamed genitals and began to roam over her hips, outlining the gentle swell of their curves, then up over her flat stomach, dipping inquiringly into the shallow dimple of her navel. Up over her ribs with tortuous twists and turns, to her shoulders and down her arms ... until finally, the tantalizing tip of the pheasant feather ran over the full roundness of the girls firm, jutting breasts, giving sensations radiating from her excitedly quivering breasts to race insanely through her body, as the feather, moist from her warm, dewy vaginal fluids, lasciviously circled around the spiked out cones of her erectile nipples.
Humiliated, shamed, threatened, aroused beyond reason and completely helpless to do anything, she let her lewd desire wash over herand she welcomed it, knowing that everything was already lost. The deck had been stacked against her from the beginning!
With unconscious helplessness, the tortured teenager began to move her shoulders, pushing her breasts up against Troxel's teasing feather in obscene response to the sensual pleasure it gave her. AH the while, as the feather danced swirlingly on her trembling breasts, she was aware of the throbbing ache concentrated in the lust-swollen flesh of her pussy-a burning need down there between her wide-spread legs, and as the tickling feathers went on and on, every fiber of her being was aroused until her passion-filled body was tingling with forbidden, burning desire.
Sheri's hands drifted up to her breasts, uncontrollably, and cupping them, she pushed the softly fleshed mounds up until they stood high and proud over her supine body, the two throbbing orbs demanding, on their own, that they be teased and tormented by the salacious sensations the feather in Max's hand produced. Then, as Troxel tired of stimulating her breasts, he began to move lower again.
She felt the feather glide down between the narrow defile between her breasts, working its way ever downward toward the pulsatingly sensitive flesh of her warmly moistened cunt, gasping as she felt it slide through the golden down of her pubic hair to arrive once more at the quivering slit between her young thighs.
Almost screaming with frustration, Sheri realized that he wasn't stopping there. The feather traced lightly through the furrow of her cunt and continued on down, circling around and around, first on one quivering, full-rounded buttock, then on the other.
Troxel's breathing was heavy now, and Sheri heard the air rasping in and out of his lungs as he leaned in close over her loins, intent on his torment of her.
Then, the feather in his hand twirled in concentric circles, targeting on the elastically puckered flesh of her little anal opening. The rounded, alabaster moons of her softly smooth buttocks jerked uncontrollably with the shock of its extreme sensuality, as the moist tip of the teasing feather danced back and forth on the tightly clenching nether opening between her flawless buttocks.
A moan of ecstatic anguish emitted from Sheri's lips. "OOOOoohhh! I-I can't stand ... any more! I can't stand it!"
Max Troxel chuckled his lewd satisfaction, as he watched her innocent young hips rise up to that tormenting instrument in his hand, her rising passion driving her to uncontrollable desire for more and more of it-belying her words. Her brain was maddened, crying for relief, but her lust-incited body craved more and more of the sadistic, sexual torment.
"Well, Sheri, baby, you're ready to be fucked, now ... aren't you?" Troxel gloated.
"Oh, yes! Y-Yes!" she answered, not knowing what she was saying. "Anything ... but that!"
"Okay! There it is! You said it! You want me to fuck you ... and you're going to get it ... hard!"
He told her.
With that, he tossed the feather aside. The bewildered teenager was left breathless by the sudden cessation, and she lowered her hips, slowly, her thighs relaxing, her buttocks unclenching ... but now, he would only move on to the next phase of her degradation. Her face flamed, as she realized that she had been forced to agree to it. God! I-I actually said it. I said yes to him! It was just as he said it would be!
"But, first," Max told her, "I'm going to stretch you out a little, so I can get my cock into you! You're so damned tight ... you might strangle it!" he cackled.
Leaning over her, he slid his hands caressingly down her sensitive inner thighs, his forearms forcing her legs to splay wide open; then, with his hands on either side of her pussy, framing it, she felt him use his thumbs to pull the wetly trembling lips of her cunt apart, exposing the secret inner flesh to his salacious gaze. Sheri had never felt so naked in her life.
Slowly, he inserted a finger into the bedewed warmth of her vaginal orifice. Just inside the opening, she felt his finger as it moved in circles, worming its way into her, never-before-entered cuntal canal. It hurt, and she groaned.
"Oh, God! That h-hurts!"
"You'll be glad I did it this way!" Max told her.
Then, the single finger was replaced by two. The searing pain was almost unbearable. Tears glistened in her eyes and dribbled down her cheeks. Suddenly, three of Troxel's fingers were in her vagina ... but now, she was adjusting to them. The pain was not as great or she was tolerating it better.
His stretching of her hymenal ring had only taken a moment or two, but now Max was becoming impatient. He had been holding himself back, exercising will power to keep him from rushing too fast. He wanted her hot ... fully aroused and begging for it before he fucked her. Damn! I've got to get my cock in her pretty soon! I've waited almost too long!
Slashingly, the sensations in her demanded satisfaction, and Sheri knew there was only one thing now that would give her that satisfaction: A man's long hard cock!
Unashamedly, she moaned, "Oh, Max ... why don't you ... d-do it to m-me ... ? "
"Do what, Baby?"
"Make ... I-love to me!"
"You mean you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes!"
"Then say it, Bitch."
"I-I can't!"
"We'll see!" Max snarled, standing up to drop his shorts from his scrawny loins. Then, crawling up onto the bed, he positioned himself between her wide-spread thighs. He was on his knees, and for the first time, the virginal young girl saw it. She gasped with fear ... mixed with awe, her eyes widening, as her gaze locked on it, drawn like a magnet to his massive, fully erect penis. Was this what she thought she had wanted just a moment, before? She wasn't so sure, now! That monstrous thing would split her into two parts!
"Do you like the looks of that?" he needled, knowing her fear for it was real.
"I-It's so ... big!" she gasped.
Reaching down. Max grasped the meaty shaft of his lust-hardened prick and forced the foreskin back over the pulsing, blood-engorged head. Now, he was lowering himself down over her helpless, supine young body, wedging his narrow hips between the trembling columns of her smoothly tapered thighs.
A fleeting image passed through her mind, a re-run of the scene with Ed Baldwin ... but this time she was helpless to prevent Max's ravishment of the young and tender virginal cunt. Max Troxel, of course, was not Ed ... and the motives of the two were different. She still didn't have the slightest idea of why Troxel was doing this to her. It was not from pure lust. There's more to it than th-that! Maybe ... even more than just selling ... s-sex pictures!
"Okay ... Sheri, Baby! This is it! Put it in for me!"
"W-what ... ? " She looked at him through glazing eyes.
"Take my cock in your hand ... and put it in that tight, little pussy of yours!" he grunted.
"D-Don't make me d-do that!" she wailed.
But, even as she protested, her hand inched its way to down between them, reaching out to that giant pulsating rod of male flesh, her hand stopping just short of it in indecision. She couldn't bring herself to do it to degrade and humiliate herself in this final way.
"Do it, bitch! Now!" Max snarled, his own lust now almost out of control.
Feeling completely enslaved ... browbeaten, threatened, and helpless to do otherwise in the face of her own searing passion, Sheri reached the final inch, her trembling hand attempting to encircle his wildly throbbing penis feeling for the first time the true enormity of it. Her hand shook with fear, but she did it! She guided the outsized, blood-filled cock's head to the wetly quivering opening of her cunt, using the bulbous head to part the golden hair-lined lips of her moistly ready young cunt. Her brain reeled from both shocking fear and delicious anticipation.
Max flicked his hips, slightly, in an attempt to force the desire-bloated head of his cock into the tight little orifice of her virginal pussy. The tightly clenching opening refused him admittance to her hotly quivering depths.
"God damn! You are tight!" he rasped, sweat beginning to break out on his forehead.
It hurt her, and Sheri groaned aloud. She felt his huge pulsating pole cruelly stretching the elastic flesh, and she was sure everything was going to tear into shreds.
Then, pressing forcefully, using the sinewy strength of his back legs, Troxel finally was able to shove the head of his cock into her cringing cuntal opening, the resilient flesh pushing before it ... until with a searing pain that was almost unbearable, Sheri knew that her hymen was broken ... or stretched, at least, forever. In that instant, she was changed ... never to be the same, again. The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed.
"OOOOoooh, My G-God! You're tearing me ... apart!" The ravished pain-filled eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but there was no pity in him. She saw the sadistic pleasure in his face as he continued, with brutal pressure, his inexorable impalement of her abused cunt.
Inch by massive inch, his huge cock was hammered up into her virginal passage, and she felt like a great, unpeeled log was being shoved into her intolerably abused vagina. There was no stopping him! He thrust into her tightly resisting cuntal passage with the force of a rutting elephant.
Sheri screamed with the excruciating pain. "AAaauuggh! You're killing m-me!"
Relentlessly, his thick, lust-inflated penis raced deep into her heatedly cringing cuntal canal, pushing warm waves of clingingly resisting flesh before it until, with a resounding slap, she felt his heavy ball-filled scrotal sac smack heavily against the smooth white cheeks of her defenseless, nakedly upturned buttocks.
For a moment Max lay still on top of the cute teenaged girl, breathing hard from the exertion; then he expanded the shaft of his cock buried deep in her vaginal vault, flexing it inside the tightness of her hideously stretched little pussy.
Sheri groaned again in pained protest, but he repeated it, each powerful expansion bringing tearful groans of shame and agony from deep in her chest.
But after a few moments, surprisingly, she was slowly adjusting to the massively pulsating presence in her never-used cunt, the stretched passage accommodating the great length and girth of his throbbing prick, buried so deeply in her. Her futile groans began to subside gradually, to be replaced by mewls of rebuilding pleasure as he began a slowly revolving, grinding motion of his hips, insinuating his cock even deeper up into the heated depths of her young belly.
Sheri was on tire with unwanted passion.
Unbidden, her hips began to writhe under her, uncontrollably, as she automatically countered his grinding motion.
Triumphantly, Max grinned to himself. She was ready now! Ready to beg me to fuck her! It was what he had been waiting for so impatiently. He raised himself up above her, withdrawing his rigidly throbbing cock from her tightly clasping little cunt until only the head of it remained, solidly, between the wet folds of her quivering young pussy.
"Now, Sheri, doll ... you can start begging me to fuck you!"
Sheri was confused. He had aroused her ... made her put it in ... and now he was lewdly demanding that she beg him! Why doesn't he just go aheadand do it to me? It was the final outrage against her sensibilities. She knew it, now. All else that had gone before had only prepared the way for this! "No! P-PIease ... haven't you put me down ... e-enough?"
"Beg! Damn you ... Beg!" Max roared. "You know how to say it!" He expanded his fully erect cock, making the head of it jerk back and forth just inside the sensitive opening of her voraciously twitching vagina.
Now wanting to do it.. but unable to help herself, Sheri mewled her ecstasy. Every fiber of her being rejected the humiliation ... but suddenly, she found herself saying it!
"Max ... " she was saying-and meaning it, "I-I want it ... need it! P-Please ... please go ahead ... and f-fuck me!"
Abjectly, she begged, spitting the words out from between her tightly clenched teeth, realizing as she did that no self-respect remained in her. She had no pride ... no morals; they were shattered ... and all that remained was sensation and a hot implacable desire. All that really mattered any more was the massive cock buried deep up in her love-starved vagina-that wonderful penis had to be set in motion. "Where?"
"I-In my ... c-cunt!" she managed. "With what?"
"Your c-cock!" She was mastering the obscene litany he demanded.
Troxel rocked above her, thrusting in and out with short, smooth strokes, and her body began to react of its own volition, surrendering completely to the wanton desires that surged insanely through her and the knowledge of her surrender, impressed on her mind, brought with it even more animal-like excitement as she became aware of his deeper, harder plunges into her newly initiated vaginal passage.
Her whole body was responding to him now, as she squirmed and wantonly writhed beneath him. He dropped his head down to hers, his mouth seeking her lips. He kissed her and she, instantly, thrust her hotly quivering tongue deep into his mouth to be sucked, her ecstatic mind willing to accept anything from this depraved monster who was giving her such delightful pleasure.
And, with a wild wanton depravity of her own, she began to grind her naked loins up to him, rhythmically counter pointing his plunging cock. Her face was contorted with the intensity of her animal desire. Her eyes glazed, her nostrils flared, and her breath came in jerky, little pan tings, as her body moved against him in the ages-old rhythm of fucking.
Suddenly, in her rapturous state of mind, she realized what she had denied herself ... and Ed. It was magnificent ... lying there with her warmly clasping cunt filled to overflowing with a man's long hard cock. She hadn't known it would be like this; if she had known ...
Now, moving with him, sliding her eager young pussy up and down his thick length, she found the intensity of her sensations was multiplied ... and she wanted to give back as much as she was getting ... even if she was being forced to do it against her will. Oh, God ... i-it's something else! ... And, I wish it'd go on forever.. and ever-just like this ... with his great big cock ... f-fucking me ... in my cunt ... !
Max felt the building sensual emotion in her as she fervently responded to him, and he had to do one more thing to her. Christ! She's a real firecracker!
He reached down, smoothing his hand over her undulating buttocks, his finger searching out the defenseless, puckered little opening of her anus. Finding it, he dipped his outstretched middle finger in the heatedly thick moisture that dribbled down in tiny rivulets from the cock-filled hole above it, before placing his fingertip against the rubbery softness of her rear passage. He felt her breath, sharply indrawn, the shock of it slamming through her body, as he pushed against the resilient but tightly puckered ring of flesh. He raised his head, breaking the deep kiss.
"Now ... you're going to flip!" he told her, lewdly, "I'm going to shove my finger right up your beautiful little ass-hole!"
Sheri already knew his intentions, but his words were a new and further excitant to her already lustfully inflamed passions. Now ... wantonly, insanely she wanted this, too! She wanted to be hurt-to feel it ... until she screamed.
"Y-Yes! Oh, yesss! Go ahead! I want you to do it! Shove your finger up my ass ... as far as it'll go!" She moaned, wanting everything!
She was overcome with delirious ecstasy.
Max pushed his finger into her, hard, and it surged up into the soft sponginess of her rectum, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed as his thick finger wormed its way in past the resisting elastic muscle ring into the depths of her never-used rear passage.
Sheri was in an agony of pleasure-pain. It hurt, God, how it hurt ... but at the same time there was an unbelievably sweet rapture to it-a heightening of all her sexual sensations, and as she began to adjust to the painful, alien presence in her rectum, her hips ground wildly upward in an attempt to skewer herself on his sadistically tormenting middle finger; at the same time, she strained mightily to absorb even more of his pulsating cock deep into the warmly tender inhumanly powerful. Christ! She's a real tigress! Not many women've been able to take all the cock I can shove into them.. but she's taking it! ... And she's a tight, little virgin!
Blindingly ... convulsively, then, it was there ... for her!
Sheri tossed her head wildly, her body jerking convulsively up against him, as wave after shuddering wave of muscular relaxation accompanied the spiraling rise to the heights of her orgasmic release. For an instant everything stopped for her; there was no reality of time or place ... only the ecstasy of the present moment, as she came full circle to the fulfillment she sought. She was filled with cock-and fulfilled ... as a woman!
Almost, as in a fantasy dream, she heard herself, as she was transported into sensual space, her voice unreal, screaming: "Aaaaaaauuggh! Oh, My God! I'mmmmmmmm cummmmiinngg! AAAaauugghh!"
Max, jackhammering into her wetly clasping vagina, felt the tremors in her young body, knowing that she was coming to her release at the same time as his own began deep up in his belly, at the root of his plundering penis. His semen began hosing through him in spurting streams of hot, thickly liquids, to jet from the top of his cock far up into the moist depths of her wildly milking pussy.
"There!" Troxel grunted, as he felt it pumping through him. "You've had it, baby! Old Max fucked you to a standstill!" He collapsed on top of her, his massive penis still jerking as it ejaculated the final heated drops of his sperm.
It had been a delightful release ... and Sheri knew that she would never be the same, again. Her thoughts, at that moment, were not about Max Troxel, the man who had brought her to this state, but on Ed Baldwin. Now I'll never be able to put Ed off again! I'll be wanting it just as much ... as he does! Hers was a strong, resistant personality. She knew that she'd have to think about the future, clouded though it might be, because if she thought about Max ... she'd break. She didn't want that! He had fucked her. Yes! He had done it, against her will, but he had done all to her that he could do! There was no other way he could hurt her!
Finally, after long moments, Sheri roused herself and said, "We're finished, now ... Max ... and I want to go!"
"Yeah! Okay, Baby Doll! I guess you're right! You can get up, get dressed and leave ... but there's one thing I want to warn you about. Remember, this was no rape ... you got paid for it ... and for the pictures! One thing I always do ... is pay ... and pay well!" he gloated, levering himself off of her, his cock pulling out of her still gently throbbing vagina. As he rolled to his side, he said, "One more thing: Don't say one word about this to anybody ... especially your folks ... understand?"
Sheri nodded her head, affirming that she understood.
Max went on, "Because ... I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want anything to happen to your mother ... would you?"
Sheri gasped, "No!"
She hadn't thought of that!
"Then, just keep your mouth shut!"
"Oh, God! I will! I promise!"
Max was standing now, slipping into his clothing. He looked into the shadows and asked, "You get it all, Sonny?"
"Yeah! I got it ... " He didn't sound enthusiastic, at all.
"Well, let's get into the lab ... and get started on it!" Max ordered.
"Now?"
"Yeah! Right now!"
"I'm not feeling too good, Max ... I-I've got to ... "
"Shut up!" Max roared. "I don't want to hear about how you feel! We've got work to do!"
Quickly, Sheri dressed, and Max let her out of the studio through another door that led to a public hallway. She didn't feel like going back to class; instead, she went to sit and wait in the lobby. Her mother was supposed to pick her upand she wanted to be ready to leave, immediately, when her mom appeared. There was a gnawing fear in the back of her mind, a fear that grew, as she began to realize that Max Troxel was capable of doing anything!
CHAPTER SIX
Troxel and Sonny were in the photo lab. Max was gloating, "That little cunt for being a virgin, was just about the best piece of ass I've ever had!"
"She was all right ... I suppose ... " 'Damned good, I'd say!"
"Okay ... if you say so Max," Sonny could have cared less. He was beginning to sweat. It was time for a fix ... again!
Max knew. He skewered Sonny with his steely eyes and asked, bluntly, "How much are you shooting now?"
"Don't worry. Max!" Sonny retorted. "I can handle it!"
"How much. Sonny?" Troxel's voice was deadly.
"Four ... maybe five caps!"
"Or seven or eight ... you mean!" Max persisted.
"I've been up to more than that, before I was busted last time!" Sonny boasted.
"Look, just a word to the wise! You know I don't like my people to be shooting so high ... so why don't you go on that new Methadone thing ... and play it safe?"
"Hell! I can handle it, I told you ... anyway that's a laugh ... you talking about somebody going on Methadone!"
"I'm serious! It'll be a lot safer ... for both of us! Max advised. "Because as you damned well know ... there isn't anyone who can handle this stuff; it always ends up handling you!"
"Hell! I heard that at the Rehab Center every day, and it doesn't mean a thing!"
"But here's the thing, Sonny, I depend on you ... and when the chips are down ... if you were needing a fix, you'd be as useful as tits on a boar hog!" It was a pointed, meaningful statement to which Sonny should have been listening, very carefully.
"Okay, Max ... I get you and I'll cut down!"
"Not good enough! I said go on Methadone!"
"Well ... Okay I'll check it out," he hedged.
"Make damn sure you do! Now, go get your stuff and get right back here! We've got to get these out tonight!"
Sonny left the photo lab. He was seething. The son-of-a-bitch thinks he owns me-always ordering me to do this! Do that! Hell! I don't know how much, longer I can put up with it! There's only one thing keeps me from walking out: He pays good and he pays regular!
* * * *
Joe O'Connel met his two charter passengers in the tiny operations office. They were business types with appointments to be kept in Indio. He couldn't help thinking, as he shook hands and introductions were made that they were more like Laurel and Hardy, without the comedy banter. Mr. Hastings was small and wiry with steel gray eyes and hair to match. He was the talkative one. The other man was hugely fat, probably tipping the scales at two hundred eighty-five pounds or more. His name was given as John Conte. Both men carried attach' cases and dressed the part of traditional, conservative businessmen.
His plane was ready. He had checked it over carefully, and it was full of fuel. After attending to the formalities of the charter contract and the payment, Joe told them, "The plane is ready; and we can leave anytime you want!"
Hastings was thoughtful for a moment, then said, "You know... there's a possibility that this deal could take longer than we figured. What if we decided to stay overnight and come back, tomorrow?"
"Well... it'd be the regular fee plus my expenses." Joe told him. "But, I was figuring on only one day, because I wanted to be back here tonight."
"Oh, got a little something going... eh?" Hastings smiled, making an indirect lewd reference.
"No, I'm a family man. I just like to be home as much as I can!" Joe told him with a grin.
"Well... I wouldn't want you to break a date with your wife, but I think we might just have to stay over. So why don't we figure on it, since we might have a hard time getting back to L.A. real fast... when we do have to leave Indio."
"Okay... if that's what you want!" Joe agreed. "But I'll have to call my wife to let her know I've got a two day charter, instead of only one day."
"Sure... go ahead!" Hastings was digging more money out of his wallet.
Joe was flying visual through San Gorgonio pass. Hastings was seated in the right hand seat; the hefty John Conte sprawled in the back seats.
As they passed near Palm Springs, Hastings leaned over and told Joe. "We're going to turn South and fly down over the Anza-Borrego desert! As soon as you cross the border, I'll give you the directions to the place where I want you to land!"
Disbelieving what he had heard, Joe asked, "What is this, some kind of hijacking?"
"Not exactly, Joe!" Hastings grinned. "Let's say it's just a little detour. I've got to pick up some valuable merchandise in Mexico!"
Instantly, Joe guessed that it must be contraband of some kind... probably drugs! "Hell! I can't do that! I've filed a flight plan to Indio and I've got to stay on course!"
"I think I have something here... that'll convince you to change course... on your own!" the short, wiry man told him as he opened his attach' case, which he had insisted upon holding on his knees. He took out a folder and passed it over to the pilot. "Here... take a look at this!"
O'Connel took the proffered folder, opened it and gasped. His first impression was that the pictures were of his wife, but closer inspection revealed that it was... Sheri! My God! It's a whole layout... for a sex magazine! "What the hell! Where'd you get these?" He was stunned. Sheri! How did she get involved with something like this? The pictures were explicit! His lovely daughter had been fucked... and fucked good! The provocative sexuality in the pictures affected him... even if it was his own daughter depicted in them. He felt an involuntary throb in his penis but he ignored it, suppressing the thought. She's my own daughter.
"I made them!" Troxel told him, removing the wig he wore.
Joe saw, instantly, that he was the man in the pictures. Unreasoning anger gripped him. "You lousy son-of-a-bitch!" he roared, lunging toward the bald-headed owner and operator of the school of fashion modeling Sheri was attending.
He felt the cold steel of a pistol pressed against the back of his skull. "Don't do anything! Put your hands back on the controls!" Louis Cometti, alias John Conte, grated from the back seat.
Settling back in his seat and regaining control of the airplane, Joe growled, "Now what ... Troxel."
"We'll turn to course one-eight-oh... and fly where I tell you!" Max said.
"Okay... your hardware convinces me of that! Then what?"
"You keep your mouth shut... about where you flew... what you say... what you saw... otherwise, I've got three or four porno publishers who'd be glad to bring out this layout ... .. with your lovely daughter as the star performer!"
"Christ! That's blackmail... and what you're doing now is hijacking my plane! You don't stop at any thing do you?" Joe growled.
"No! The stakes are too high!"
"What are you bringing in... Heroin?"
Max regarded him through cold, hard eyes. "O'Connel, the first thing you want to do is stop asking questions! You'll live a lot longer... if you do!"
Grimly, Joe turned due South, to fly around the shoulder of imposing San Gorgonio.
"Go down as low as you can, now!" Troxel ordered.
"I've got to stay above five hundred feet!"
"Put it down on the deck, I said!"
Louis' pistol prodded him, and Joe complied, descending to less than two hundred feet above the terrain. It was risky flying. Joe concentrated hard on what he was doing. The gun at his head worried him. "Tell your goon to point that pistol some other direction!" he growled. "I've got enough to worry about... without that thing prodding me! Anyway, at this altitude... we'd be into the ground in about two seconds... if anything happens to me!"
Troxel looked into the back seat and motioned Louis to lay off. "Okay! O'Connel... no more hardware!"
Joe landed his plane in a remote area of Baja California, on a recently prepared landing strip that was still full of rocks and pot holes. It was a rough landing. Joe observed, "This field needs some improvement... or you're going to have broken airplanes all over the place!"
An old wood-bodied station wagon drove out along a dusty road to meet them. Max told Joe, as they stood watching the car approach, "Pablo and his boys'll take care of your plane! You go with us to the hacienda!"
Pablo, a heavily mustachioed and equally heavily armed mexican of indeterminate age, crawled out of the car and greeted Troxel, "Hola, Senor Troxel!"
Hola, Pablo... it is necessary to cover the airplane!"
"I understand... I will send the two men."
"Quickly!"
"Si, Senor!"
They all got into the car. Pablo drove at breakneck speed along a dirt road that rose steadily to the hills.
"Who is here?" Troxel asked.
"Only the Swedish woman... she arrived, yesterday!" Pablo answered.
"It is well!"
The rest of the short trip was made in silence.
The hacienda was comfortable. Joe was shown to his room and told to remain there.
Soon after Troxel left, he tried the door. It was not locked... but an armed guard was seated just outside. Not much chance of leaving that way! There was the plane... if he could get to it! But, it's probably guarded, too. Two men maybe! At least that's what I think I heard! He wished then that he understood more Spanish.
He sat down on the comfortable bed, attempting to sort out what he knew. Troxel needed an airplane... and a pilot: Me! ... .. So, he used Sheri ... .. probably raped her ... .. got it on film. ... to use as blackmail! God! Poor Sheri... having to endure that bastard! Now.... here lam... in some God-forsaken part of Baja ... .. and I've got to fly them back tomorrow with their shipment of drugs! The worst part of it is ... .. with all the guns around here... I wouldn't stand a chance if I tried to get away! On the other hand, Troxel wouldn't dare to hurt me... let alone kill me... if he doesn't hare anybody else to fly my plane out of here! Joe wondered whether it'd be worthwhile to test that theory. He decided against it as too risky. Some of these bandits around here might be trigger happy!
There was the slight scraping sound of a key in a lock. It came from the connecting door to the next room. He had tested that door and found it locked. The window, of course, was tightly shuttered and barred.
He looked around the room for something to use as a weapon. Nothing appeared-likely, so he stood to the side of the door, ready to attack... if necessary. The door swung open to reveal a beautiful woman. He saw her flawless, creamy complexion, dark brown hair, brown eyes, wary... troubled... but it was her voluptuous body that arrested his gaze as she stepped into the room and looked around for him. Joe stepped from behind the door and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
She gasped, whirling around to face him, a hand going to her mouth to hold back a scream; then, she shook her head in affirmation, at the same time as she signaled him not to say anything, with forefinger across lips. She thrust a small notebook into his hands.
Mystified, Joe took the small booklet and read. In a tall, slanted hand was written: DO NOT SPEAK! THERE ARE LISTENING DEVICES!
She held out a ball-point pen to him. He took it and scribbled: I UNDERSTAND!
Taking the notebook back, the unknown woman wrote: MAX IS DANGEROUS! DO AS HE SAYS UNTIL YOU ARE HOME, AGAIN; THEN GO TO THE POLICE! GET PROTECTION FOR THE WOMEN OF YOUR FAMILY! HE ALWAYS USES WOMEN ... .. IN SOME WAY ... .. TO GET WHAT HE WANTS!
HE ALREADY HAS! HE USED MY DAUGHTER TO GET ME HERE! Joe wrote back, looking up into her eyes to see that tears glistened there, ready to fall.
She wrote: YOUR WIFE MAY BE NEXT!
Joe was stunned by her revelations... but he didn't know who this woman was. He guessed that she was the Scandinavian woman, to whom Pablo had referred.
THANK YOU! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Just as she took the notebook back to write, again, there was the whirring sound of a helicopter motor. I MUST GO! she scribbled. Quickly, she ran through the connecting door and locked it, shoving the notebook and pen into his hands at the last moment.
He listened, carefully, to ascertain that the helicopter was, indeed, landing at the hacienda.
This must be a sort of way station... or pick-up point for Heroin shipments! He reasoned that the isolation made it a perfect spot for clandestine exchanges. But how does that woman fit into the picture? She's sure not going all the way for Troxel, or she wouldn't have been giving me messages... and warning me about the electronic bugs!
The thing that overrode his thoughts ... caused him the most anguish was the possibility that his wife and daughter might be in danger. But, damn it, what kind of danger? Kidnap ... ? Rape? Torture' Murder? He fretted because there was nothing he could do. II I were twenty years younger ...
Joe was escorted to the dining room by his guard, who made him understand through sign language and a mixture of English and Spanish that it was time to eat. it's about time!" Joe grumbled, looking at his watch to see that it was already two in the afternoon. He ate by himself, served by a young boy, and he was aware that while he ate, two or three giggling women observed him, covertly, from the kitchen door. He saw the dark-haired woman drift by. She ignored him ... and Joe thought it best that he not be too forward. He eyed her departing figure, appreciatively. She's sexy as hell! But I can't figure her part in this!
He was returned to his room, where he cooled his heels for the next six hours, and just as he was beginning to wonder whether they had forgotten about him, one of the other men brought him a tray of food. Looks like I'm being confined to quarters!
Just to make sure, he peeked out the door, again. The man who had brought his food was now stationed there as a guard.
After he had eaten and the tray was removed, he tried the door, again. It was locked. So, now, I'm really in the lock-up!
Since there was nothing else to do, Joe washed up in the tiny bathroom; stripped down he used the cloth to remove as much of his sweat and grime, as he could. Then, redonning his shorts, he stretched out on the bed, switched off the light and tried to go to sleep.
He slept, fitfully, for four or five hours. He was wide awake, instantly, when he heard a door open. Straining his eyes to see and his ears to hear, he knew that someone was in the room with him.
There it was! He could hear the person breathing ... and whoever it was, was moving, cautiously, across the carpeted floor toward the bed. Hell! Maybe Troxel decided to have me killed after all!
Gathering his body, he waited. The unknown person was standing over the side of his bed ... looking down at him ... and Joe was hoping against hope that whoever it was wasn't looking down a gun barrel sighted on his head! Now! He lunged upward to grapple with the person who stood over him ... and grabbed a soft, female form. Christ! It's a woman!
"What do you want!" he hissed.
She struggled, silently, desperately, in his arms. Working one hand free, she put it up over his mouth and leaned in close to his ear. She whispered, 'it's me ... Britt ... but don't talk! the room has a hidden microphone!"
So. her name is Britt! He released her, and she slumped against him. He felt the lush softness of her full-mounded breasts ... and as his arm went around her, almost automatically, he discovered that she had on only a thin nightgown! Holding her then, with one arm, his hand drifting down her back to the rounded fleshiness of her smoothly firm buttocks, he reached with the other hand to snap on the bedside lamp.
He straightened up, turning to her, and she into the circle of his-arms, leading with flaunting little jerks of her pelvis that ground up against the flaccid flesh of his, as yet, unaroused penis.
She lifted her lips to him to be kissed, and as his mouth met hers, her wetly quivering tongue darted snake-like into his oral cavern to be sucked and nibbled upon; her fingernails scratched up and down his back as her arms went around him.
It didn't take long for Joe to get her message. His rapidly growing cock inside his shorts was coming up, hard and alert to full erection. Damn! It's been a long time ... since I've had a piece of maiden such as she!
With a glance of feline purring wanting she perused him, then whipped her nightgown off over her head. Twirling seductively, provocatively, she showed off for him, knowing the effect her nakedly voluptuous body would have on him.
Joe liked what he saw ... and wanted it! Christ! She's beautiful! Everything was perfect about her ... from the twin mounds of her bountiful breasts to the naked swell of her hips and taper of marble-white thighs. She was sculpted in living flesh, embodying most of the classic ideals of womanly beauty.
Then, he saw her hungry eyes lock on the thick throbbing bulge of his cock inside his shorts. Without hesitation, she reached down and stripped the garment from him, releasing his huge penis to her avid gaze. It stood up, jack-staff straight and pulsating above his hairy loins ... and she smiled in secret delight to see it. She almost started to say something, but caught herself, clapping her hand over her mouth to hold it back, as she obviously remembered her own warning of a few moments ago about listening devices.
Joe was becoming more excited with every passing moment and he could hardly believe that it was all happening to him. His life had gone along pretty uneventfully ... even in his flying business and there was something re-awakening in him. It was his sense of adventure that had lain dormant ever since the Korean war, when he had flown sorties against the North and tangled with the Chinese MIG'S over the Yalu river. But that had been a long time ago!
Now, he was in this: He had been hijacked ... held prisoner and, at the present moment was being tempted by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen! Christ! It's like something out of a pot-boiling TV series ... except this is for real!
He knew it was reality, when Britt crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside him. Leaning over, she lightly caressed the long fleshy shaft with her fingers, then worked the foreskin back to reveal the pulsing cock's head, inflated with blood and already slippery from the excited droplets of pearl-colored moisture exceeding from the top of his penis.
Then, the lushly naked Swede took the massive shaft of his throbbing cock in both her tiny hands and began to wring it, twisting her hands in opposite directions all along its hotly pulsating length, almost as though she were getting excess water from a rinsed garment.
It sent exquisite sensations racing through him, as his cock seemed to become even harder and longer ... but he was not idle; his hands were roaming over her warm-fleshed contours, clutching at a full-formed breast and rolling the erectile nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then, as she knelt up, his hand moved boldly up the smooth inside of her firmly white thigh to the warm moistness of her cunt and found her clitoris hard and pulsing. He rubbed his finger across it, stimulatingly, and heard her gasp of pleasure.
In the next second, she was stretched out beside him, with her legs splayed out in invitation, her arms reaching out to encircle him, clasping him to her ripely full breasts, as he rolled over to come between her wide-spread thighs. Expertly, she reached down between them and guided the lust-swollen head of his madly throbbing cock into the hot opening of her cunt.
Joe O'Connel flicked his hips forward, driving the head of his penis into the wetly clasping channel of her vagina, thrusting deeply into her until his pubic bone crashed into hers. God! It felt good ... and he remembered how it had been when he was younger chasing broads and getting a strange piece of ass whenever and wherever he could! Then, he was wondering what had happened. He knew, of course. Marriage had domesticated him ... for twenty years! Damn! An image of Maureen came swimming into his mind, but he refused to recognize her. He forced the idea out of his mind. Sure . I'm married but I'd be a stupid damned fool to pass this up! Anyway, it's too late to be having second thoughts.
With frenetic frenzy, Joe began to thrust in and out of Britt's heatedly quivering cunt, feeling her countering him ... fucking back and he was in a rapture of sexuality ... that went on and on ...
Although it appeared that Joe and Britt were outwitting Troxel's electronic bugs by remaining silent ... until that final moment when Britt convulsed under him and screamed out her orgasm ... they had not figured on his camera.
In the room on the opposite side of Joe's, Max was using super-sensitive film and was taking pictures through a small hole in the wall. The little man recorded it all, smiling in satisfaction with each new photograph.
CHAPTER SEVEN
On Friday morning, at about the same time that Joe was taking off on his ill-fated charter flight, Sheri was telling her mother that she didn't feel well and was going to stay home from school. Maureen agreed, noting that her daughter looked drawn and pale.
"What seems to be wrong?" Maureen asked.
"I think it's my stomach ... it feels all flippity ... is all."
Sheri was worried sick. She couldn't tell her mother anything that had happened. Feeling completely miserable, she hibernated in her room, terror-stricken each time the telephone rang or the front door chimes pealed. It was even worse not having her father home that evening.
Ed Baldwin came by to take her to The Lovely Lady. He was concerned because she wasn't feeling well. Sheri talked with him, nervously, for fifteen or twenty minutes, before he asked what was bothering her.
"Nothing ... nothing at all!" she lied.
"Come on, Sheri ... I don't think you're really sick! You're worried about something ... aren't you?"
"No! It's nothing ... really I'm sort of tired and run-down or something and I'm going to go to bed early!"
Making her excuses, she shooed him out, then ran to her room, heartsick that she couldn't confide in anyone. She felt she had to carry the burden of it, alone ... for fear that she would endanger her mother and somehow, maybe her father!
Joe was awakened early. The guard, who shook his shoulder, roughly, told him, "It is time, Senor! Your breakfast is served ... and soon you will fly!"
Groggily, Joe understood enough to know that he was to get up and eat, then fly Troxel and his fat goon back to L. A. He looked around the room, guiltily. Britt was gone. He hadn't remembered her leaving, but there was the essence of her still remaining on the sheets. He buried his face in his pillow and breathed in her lingering perfume. Yes! It had really happened. She did come in here ... and I fucked her! Then, remembering how it was: And she was damned good! Of course, his wife, Maureen would never know about it! II there are bugs in this room ... there wasn't much Troxel could get on tape!
Again, the guard shook him. "Come, Senor! You must go!"
"Okay! Okay! I'm up!" He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Looking down, he saw that he was naked. His shorts were on the floor, beside the bed. He reached down for them, and his heavily armed guard, satisfied that he was truly awake now, left the room. He returned in five minutes to escort O'Connel to the dining room.
Max and Louis were already seated at the large table. Louis was busy wolfing down his food. Max looked up, with a lewd smile, greeting him with, "WellI hope you slept well!"
"I did!" Joe's answer was laconic.
"I'm sure you must have ... after Britt left!" Troxel smiled, meaningfully. "I sent her to you ... you know."
"I sort of figured that!"
"It was just a gesture of my hospitality!"
"Am I supposed to thank you ... or what?"
"Suit yourself ... "
Somewhere outside, a motor coughed to life. Joe listened carefully, identifying it as the helicopter he had heard come in to land yesterday afternoon. He was on the verge of making a remark, thought better of it and dived into the food placed before him.
The helicopter whirred away, and Troxel was speaking again, "If there's any questions about the deviation in your flight plan ... you broke down, made a landing-repaired the plane, yourself, understand?"
"If you say so ... but how about the radio?"
"It was out of order ... too!"
Joe flew back the way he had come. The flight was uneventful, land after they had landed, Troxel handed Joe a sheaf of one hundred dollar bills.
"This's for you!" he grunted. "Count it ... it amounts to three thousand dollars."
"I don't want your money!" Joe spat. "You'd better take it! There'll be more ... next time ... because I want you to stand by for a couple more flights!"
"This's it!" Joe told him. I did everything you wanted ... so how about laying off!? "
"Not a chance, O'Connel! I've got you all tied up!" Max returned. "And, I don't want to go looking for another flyboy ... for a while!"
"What makes you so sure you've got me nailed down?"
"Britt Johanssen!"
"You couldn't have gotten anything on tape."
"No! I got it on film!"
Joe balled his fists and came after the smaller man. Troxel stepped back, and Louis Cornetti, moving fast for all his bulk, was in front of Joe, the muzzle of his pistol thrust into his abdomen.
"That's all!" Louis grated. "Or I let you have it right in the gut!"
Knowing it was time to back off, Joe dropped his hands and relaxed his fists, slowly, "Okay, Troxel, you take this round, too!"
Max bounced back beside him and stuffed the money into his shirt pocket. "Remember ... there'll be more where that came from! Keep your mouth shut ... or I take those pictures of you and Britt to your wife!" He turned to leave, then said, over his shoulder, "I'll probably need you, again in a few days so be ready, when I call you!"
Overcome with helpless rage, Joe mumbled, "You lay off my wife and daughter ... understand!
"Don't make it necessary!" Max spat and was gone, walking swiftly to a waiting car.
Climbing into the back seat, Max chortled, "I got it right here!" He patted his attach' case.
"Now, Sonny, let's go the rest of the way like we were out for a sightseeing drive ... and we're in free!"
"Right!" Sonny grunted, backed the car out and drove sedately away.
'There was nothing to it!" Louis said, in the seat beside Sonny Wilson. "It went off like clockwork!"
"All it takes is careful planning!" Max added, from the back seat. "Incidentally, Sonny ... how is the lovely Mrs. O'Connel and her equally beautiful daughter, Sheri?"
"Just fine ... the last I heard" Sonny mumbled.
* * * *
As soon as Troxel's car had disappeared from sight, Joe went into the operations building and called his wife.
"Maureen? Joe ... I just got back ... but I may not be home for a while something's come up and you and Sheri could be involved! I can't explain it all right now, but this's what I want you to do! Stay in the house and lock all the doors and windows and don't let anybody in except me or a policeman! Got it?"
"What is it, Joe?" she gasped. "Why all the cloak and dagger stuff?"
"Maureen! Just do as I say and when Sheri comes in make sure she stays in, with you!" He told her. "I can't explain it all, now! It's too involved!"
"Sheri's here ... with me! She stayed home, today!"
"Good! Now, do exactly as I said!" Joe broke the connection and dialed, again.
"I'd like to talk to Sheriff Priest!" he told the telephone receptionist. "Tell him Joe O'Connel's calling ... and that it's urgent.
In a few moments, the Sheriff's deep voice was on the line, inquiring what prompted a call from his old friend.
"Fred ... will you meet someplace ... where we can talk, privately ... but not in your office! I think there's a chance I'm being watched ... but this's a big thing bigger maybe than your office can handle-because I think the Narcotics people and maybe the F.B.I, ought to be in on it!"
Fred Priest whistled in interest. "Sure Joe.. how about an out-of-the-way bar or restaurant?" He named a place.
"I'll see you there in fifteen minutes!" Joe snapped.
* * * *
Sheri stood in the entrance to the hallway, her face drained of color, "W-Was that Dad?" she asked. "Has something happened to him?"
"No ... I don't think so ... " Maureen told her daughter. Then, she related Joe's instructions.
"Oh, My God ... Mom! It's beginning! They're going to try to get at you now!"
"What are you talking about, Sheri?"
She had said too much! Oh, now ... what can I do.. ?
"I can't tell you. Mom! I can't tell you ... it's so horrible ... and so mixed up!"
She tied, running into her room and locking the door.
In her concern for Sheri, Maureen forgot about Joe's instructions. Pounding, frantically, at her daughter's door, she tried to coax her to tell what she knew ... telling her of her dad's warning but she was not able to get Sheri to tell her anything. Then, she remembered to lock the doors and windows. She went about checking them to make sure everything was secure.
After about thirty minutes, Sheri came out of her room. She had been thinking it over. It wasn't really fair, she had decided ... not to tell her mother what had happened. Especially if mom ... and dad both ... are in some kind of danger!
"Mom ... " she called. "Can I talk to you ... now about what's happening ... ? " She was calm, now, her decision made.
Maureen had been hovering over the telephone ... waiting for a possible call from her husband ... or to call for help; if it became necessary.
She had cried with frantic worry; in matter-of-fact, she was still crying, when Sheri came out of her room. Hastily, she dried her tears and said, "Of course, Sheri ... I'd like to know what this is all about! I-I've been so worried ... ever since your father called and then with your knowing something but holding it back I didn't know what to do!"
The doorbell chimed.
Maureen, heeding her husband's instructions, went to the door and peeked through the optical peephole. She saw two men standing in front of the door, but she didn't open it. It could be some kind of trick.
Again and again the door chimes pealed. One of the men rapped with his knuckles and called out, "Mrs. O'Connel? Mrs. O'Connell Police! Open up ... please!"
Maureen sagged against the door with relief. "Oh God, Sheri.. it's the police ... finally! You're dad said they'd come to take care of us!"
Unlocking the door, she swung it open to admit the two men. As they walked in, they flashed badges at her. The tall, skinny man told them, "We're from the County Sheriff's office. We've been detailed to take you downtown ... where Mr. O'Connel is waiting to meet you."
Not questioning them, Maureen turned, smiling at Sheri, "Now, everything will be all right! Your dad must have gotten in touch with Fred Priest!"
Sheri stared at the other, shorter, black-haired man. There was something familiar about him ... but she couldn't remember exactly where she had seen him before. She didn't move, until her mother grabbed her arm and urged her out of the house.
The black-haired one sat in the back seat with them. As the driver pulled away from the curb, he asked, "Now ... where, Sonny?"
"You know where, Damn it!" Sonny Wilson growled.
Sonny! He's the one who took the pictures! Sheri was in a panic. She screamed, hurling herself at the door of the car, "Mom! It's them! They're not police ... at all!"
Wilson grabbed her, while at the same time, he pulled his pistol out of his waistband. "Hold it right there!" he ordered, shoving the muzzle of his pistol against her throat. "I wouldn't like to hurt you ... but if I have to ... "
Maureen gasped, "Leave my daughter alone!"
Sheri stopped struggling, and he turned his attention to the mother. "We want both of you ... ! If you cooperate, you won't get hurt! Now, get down on the floor ... both of you!"
The driver looked back, his thin, hawk-like face startled. Seeing that Sonny was having some trouble in the rear seat, he accelerated, rapidly, the car screaming down the curving residential streets.
"Slow down! Drive the speed-limit, you stupid bastard! That's a damned good way to pick up the fuzz!" Sonny yelled.
The car slowed and moved at a conservative speed.
"That's more like it!"
Then, he turned to the two women, mother and daughter, and said, again, "Get down on the floor on your stomachs!" He menaced them with his pistol. They obeyed him ... fearing every moment for their lives.
My God! It's absurd.. Maureen thought. They're kidnapping us ... in broad day light! And I still don't know why!
* * * *
"Well, Joe, it sure as hell looks like they beat us here!" Fred Priest, the County Sheriff said. "And, they've definitely had a bug on your phone! Here it is!" He snowed the device to his friend.
"But, why can't we pick up Troxel.. ? He's the one who's got her! I know itand you know it!"
"No, Joe ... we don't know that for sure! I can't go off half-cocked and accuse Max Troxel or anybody else, for that matter, of something unless we know for sure that a crime has been committed!" The sheriff explained.
"Well, how about my being hi-jacked to Mexico ... and Max bringing back a shipment of Heroin?" Joe demanded.
"We'll get the Narcotics boys ... and the F.B.I, both working on it! Then, we'll be ready for them the next time and if it's any consolation, Joe all of us'll be working on getting your wife and daughter back believe me!"
"And you can't touch Troxel yet?"
"I'm sorry, Joe but I can't do anything, yet!"
"Christ!"
"Just go about your regular routines, Joe! Do whatever Max tells you to do if he's using this kidnapping as a way ot forcing you to fly for him then leave the rest to us! We won't be very far away!"
"In other words I'm going to be the bait now!" 'That's right if you're willing?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
They drove for hours it seemed. First, the car was on the streets, then on a freeway, but there was no way either Sheri or her mother could tell which direction the car was moving. Much later, when it became hotter, Sonny leaned forward and said, "Cal, turn on the air conditioner!"
Maureen guessed: We must be in the desert.. and that means we're headed East maybe towards Palm Springs! God! They could hide us out here forever!
Her daughter's thoughts were remorseful. She was sure that, somehow, it was all her fault for not telling her mother and her father about what had happened. Maybe Mom wouldn't be in this fix with m-me if I'd told them about it! But, I-I was so scared! All of those horrible things that Max threatened me with just tied me up in knots! And, maybe if I'd told them Max would have been arrested for what he did to me ... but I didn't know what to do! Dear God ... don't let anything bad happen to my mom!
During the entire trip Sonny didn't speak to the two women. He sat in the seat, his pistol held lightly in his hand, gazing out at the passing landscape and wishing he were some place else. Instead ... I'm out doing that son-of-a-bitch Max's dirty work, again!
At least three hours later, Sonny leaned down and, using handkerchiefs, blindfolded the two women, making sure they were tight. Then, the car was on a dirt road, twisting, turning and bumping along tortuously. It threw the two women about on the floor, bruising them.
Mercifully, the car stopped after several minutes of me torturing ride, and Sonny pulled them up into the seat. The blast of hot air on them, after the relative comfort of the air-conditioned car confirmed for Maureen that they were, indeed, somewhere out in a desert wasteland. Cal Bruner, the emaciated driver, and Sonny led the two blindfolded women into a tiny house. II must be one of those little homestead shacks! She remembered flying over the desert area with Joe one time and was amazed at the number of these little dwellings scattered across what appeared like a moonscape from the air.
The two men guided Maureen and Sheri to a soft bed and seated them on it. He growled, "We're going to wait for Max! There'll be no need to tie you up but if you try anything, I'll make you wish you hadn't!"
Tears welled into Sheri's eyes and ran down from under the blindfold. Leaning close to her mother, she whispered, 'T-I'm sorry ... M-Mom ... I-I was hoping y-you wouldn't be involved in this."
"No talking!" Sonny barked. He was seated in a chair watching them.
Hurriedly, Maureen whispered back, "I-It's all right, honey!"
"I said shut up!" It was Sonny, again. He got out of his chair and came to stand before them. "I don't want to hurt you unless I have to so don't make me do it understand?" Sheri and her mother both nodded, knowing only too well that he meant it.
The silence and the heat was oppressive. Time passed, slowly. The worst thing for both mother and daughter was not knowing what was going to happen to them and Sonny and Cal had said nothing, except that Max was coming. Maureen had no idea of who Max was, or why he would want to kidnap them. It was all so confusing to her.
Finally, after perhaps forty-five minutes or an hour, Cal Bruner said, "Dust on the road coming up here ... it must be Max and the other guys!"
"Make damned sure it is before they get here!" Sonny told him.
Cal left the house. In a few minutes the car had arrived. Troxel was accompanied by Louis Cornetti, Cal Bruner and a muscular, athletic type who was known as Bart Mathews. Bart was a new Troxel man. He had been on the fringes but with the loss of two men, recently, Max had brought him into the inner circle. Troxel knew him to be deadly, especially with his hands. Bart was a former instructor in the Japanese art of self-defense, Karate. Bustling in, every bit the man in charge, Max gloated, "Well, I see you got both of them! Let's get those blindfolds off ... so I can get a good look at Mrs. O'Connel! Maybe she'd like to see me too, then, she'll know who's who!"
Maureen didn't recognize his voice but as soon as the handkerchief was removed from her eyes, she knew him, instantly. She would have known him anywhere!
"Mr. Troxel!" she gasped.
"Start calling me Max!" he told her. "You'll get to know me as well as your daughter does already!" His smile was lewd as he looked her over. "Yes, you're every bit as lovely as she is but a more mature version!"
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a sidelong glance at Sheri.
'Tell her, Sheri, Baby it's all right, now."
Sheri hung her head, ashamed to speak or even to look at her mother.
'Tell her, damn it!" he roared, enjoying what he was doing to her.
"He ... f-forced me ... t-to ... " Sheri stopped, unable to continue. "Forced you? like hell! You were paid and paid well!" Troxel snapped.
"But, you tricked me and made all kinds of threats! Sheri retorted defiantly.
Maureen was aghast, but she also realized how it could have happened. She was inclined to believe her daughter.
"What kind of beast are you?" she accused.
Max frowned. Time was short and he didn't want to waste any of it. "I'm just doing what I have to but I'm having a little fun on the side while I'm doing it! I've got to make sure your husband flies for me. You and your daughter are my insurance that he does!"
"Then ... we're hostages?"
"You could call it that, and very lovely ones, at that! he grinned. "And, I promised the boys we'd all have some fun!" He looked around at them, meaningfully. "So, let's get started I want to move them in an hour or so!"
Sheri knew what he intended and she spoke up, now. "Leave my mom out of this!" she demanded, looking up at the half-circle of faces that was closing in around them.
"Not a chance, Doll! As a matter-of-fact, I want to find out whether she's as good a fuck as you are!"
Maureen had entertained the thought earlier as to the intentions of these men; now she knew for certain! They were going to attack them sexually.
God! They're going to rape us! There were five men: Max Troxel, Sonny, Cal, Bart ... and the fat man, Louis. And, maybe ... more than one at a time! She had heard about such things ... gangbangs Joe had called them when he had explained it to Ker. With so many of them ... I don't think there's any chance of fighting against it!
Max was going on, "So ... let's get those clothes off! You won't get hurt as long as you cooperate! Your daughter knows all about it already!"
"Do what he says ... mom ... " Sheri whispered. "Or he'll do something horrible!"
The raw fear etched in her daughter's face was truth enough for her. "All right, Sheri ... I-I understand."
Then, rough hands were lifting her, and in moments, she was standing completely naked within the circle of men. "She's mine, first!" Max said, pushing Sheri's mother back onto the soft bed. "Let's see your name's Maureen isn't it?" He stretched his short wiry body out on the bed beside her.
"Y-Yes ... "
Looking up, Max said, "Well what are you guys waiting for? Sheri's just waiting there to be fucked!"
Sonny Wilson headed for the door. Max saw him and called out, "Where're you going?"
"To get my camera. I thought you might like to have some pictures of this, too." Wilson answered.
Max knew what was wrong, and he needled him. "Hell, if you'd get off that skag you'd be a man, again! You'll never get it up as long as you keep shooting so damned high!"
Sonny's face froze. He turned without a word and left the little homestead shack. God damn him! Why'd he have to do that in front of the other guys for? The son-of-a-bitch 'll push me too damned far one of these days! He stalked out into the open air, trying to regain control of himself. He knew he wouldn't carry out any of the dire things he had thought about. He needed Max ... for money ... and a never-ending supply of Heroin! And, I guess he needs me, too! I'm still his best man! There isn't one of them can get things done the way I can!
Louis Conietti, Cal Bruner and Bart Mathews didn't lose any time. They'd more or less been promised a chance at both the mother and daughter ... but what the hell! Whatever Max said was okay! They'd get their chance, later, with the mother, after Max was through with her; meanwhile they could have the luscious daughter.
"Well, Sheri, baby ... let's compare you to your mom!" Big Lou said, reaching out to unbutton her blouse. Ugh! He's the one I-I saw in that horrible film! She was repulsed with his touch. She already knew of his depravity his perversion and his part in making that poor girl, Brenda Thorsen ... into a dope addict and prostitute!
Sheri screamed, "Don't touch me you bastard!"
Louis looked over at Max and asked, "Shall I teach her a lesson ... once and for all?
"Sure ... go ahead!" he grinned, cupping the warmly fleshed mound of one of Maureen's breasts. "She's been asking for it but don't mark her!"
"You got too much mouth, Baby!" Louis growled, and with lightning speed his hand lashed out to slap her full in the face.
"OOhh!" Sheri moaned, her hand going to her face, as tears welled into her eyes.
Maureen flinched with the blow, as the big man's hand punished her daughter. She struggled to sit up, but Max held her securely, his hand clawing, painfully, into her straining breast.
"Such a big brave man!" she chided. "Do you always pick on girls?"
"That's enough ... or you get some of the same!" Max ground out at her, increasing his grip on her breast.
"Oh, Mom ... it's no use ... ! " Sheri cried.
Maureen groaned with pain. She knew they'd never have a chance. It was hopeless. She lay back, helplessly ... resigned, as Max began to run his hands over her, exploringly.
"Yeah ... you're every bit as gorgeous as your daughter!" he gloated. "And, I'm going to enjoy fucking you ... just as much as I did her!"
Wondering if she could make a deal with this monstrous man, she suggested, "Well, Max ... if you like me so much why don't you call your men off my daughter and take me instead!" God ... maybe lean save her from some agony!
"No deal! We're all going to fuck both of you!"
Max got up off the bed and began shedding his clothing. While he was undressing, Maureen glanced around at her daughter to see that she was naked also and that Cal was spreading a blanket on the floor. The muscular Bart was taking off his shorts and fat Louis was already naked. The huge man was standing there holding the hardened shaft of his cock in his hand and looking at Sheri with the lewdest, most salacious look she had ever seen. She shuddered ... just thinking about what was going to happen.
Then, as Max crawled onto the bed, she saw his massively thick penis throbbing at full erection, standing out from his loins.
"Okay, Maureen, Baby ... I figure you've been around a hell of a lot longer than your daughter and know what's what so I want to start off with a little sixty-nine!" He skewered her with his steely eyes. "You know what I mean?"
"Y-Yes ... " Her voice was dull.
Deliberately, then, he leaned over her, his finger going into the crease of her cuntal slit, worming its way in and parting her golden curls of pubic hair to find her clitoris. She gasped as he touched it ... and she was surprised that it was erect and pulsating. Earlier, she had told herself that she wouldn't respond ... wouldn't allow herself to enjoy it! Not as long as it's going to be a rape ... !
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Max grinned, lewdly.
"N-No!" she lied.
"Who're you trying to kid ... baby! You're almost ready to fuck ... right now ... and I've hardly touched you!" He grated, "Now, open your legs!"
He grasped her knees and wrenched her thighs apart. Maureen resisted him for a moment until he hissed at her, "Open up ... dammit! You won't like the way I made you do it if I have to!" He looked at her so malevolently through his hard eyes that she thought the better of it. Slowly, she allowed her legs to be splayed, and he gazed down at her voluptuous loins in fascination as his hands moved down the softness of her inner thighs. Then, his finger was worming in the sensitive, coral-hued flesh of her cunt.
As his finger dug into her heatedly cringing vaginal opening, she realized that it was all moist down there. Even though a few moments ago she had suggested to Troxel that she was willing to take Sheri's place, she had done so out of concern for her daughter, now, though, that she was faced with the actual rape, the young mother squirmed away, screwing her hips down into the mattress.
"Oh, Please ... don't!" she moaned. "I've never been ... "
"Never been fucked by anybody but your husband, I suppose?" Max questioned.
"Y-Yes ... " Maureen was trembling now. Both fear and desire were mingling in her.
"You don't know what you've been missing and it's about time you learned!" Troxel told her, his smile lewd and self-satisfied.
Then he was crawling in between her trembling, wide-spread legs his hands on either side of her cuntal furrow, as he dropped his head down between her thighs. She gasped when his warmly wet tongue lashed out and entered her pulsing little vaginal mouth. Oh, God! I-I'll never be able to resist that!"
Searing sensations of desire almost immediately began to swarm through her body, and helplessly she rolled her head from side to side. It was then she saw it. Sheri was on her back on the floor, lying on the blanket, and that repulsive fat man was kneeling between her daughter's wide-spread thighs, his loathsome mouth clamped, tightly, to her young and tender cunt. She could hear the soft mewling noises gurgling from her throat. On one side, Bart was cupping one of her full-orbed breasts up to his mouth. He sucked on it, hungrily, his good-looking face a mask of passion ... while on the other side, the thin body of Cal was plastered up against her. He was kissing Sheri deeply.
Maureen knew as she watched that her daughter was already aroused, too; her upper torso writhed up against Bart's hungrily working mouth ... while below her loins were undulating, wildly, under the sensuously stimulating tongue of Big Lou.
Then, as her own loins burst into flaming lust, and she began to writhe under Max' plundering tongue, deep in her pussy, she watched with a building sense of humiliation and despair, knowing that her lovely daughter was unable to resist them, either. And both of us are going to be fucked! No! It's still r-rape ... but the worst of it is they 're going to make us like it!
Clenching her eyes, tightly, she tried to blot out the sight of her own daughter squirming, lustfully, to the depraved sucking of her loins, even as her won passion was building to maddening heights. Uncontrolled sensations coursed through her body, as Troxel's tongue pressured upward through her sensate flesh to dance hotly on the pulsating head of her erect clitoris.
Her very reasoning seemed to be deserting her, as it had, temporarily, that evening ... when she had watched Sheri and Ed on the patio and she had considered for one brief moment the possibility of taking the young man as a lover ... It was insane! She had never really wanted another man between her legs other than Joe ... but now ... God! She couldn't help herself! Troxel was making her want it ... want him!
Trying to hold back a moan of pleasure from her unwanted passion that suddenly seemed to permeate her whole being, her carnal desires, she knew, were too great. Her desire-wracked body had taken charge ... and she was going to go through with it. Tears dribbled down her cheeks, as she looked down to watch the bald head of Max Troxel down there between her thighs, his mouth and tongue driving her wild with ecstatic passion. Wantonly, uncontrollably, her loins ground up against his hotly licking mouth. She wanted more ... more and more ... ! Then, her hands were reaching down to his head to pull his face in tight to her seething loins.
Just as she touched his head, Max pulled back and away from her, his eyes boring into hers, triumphantly, his voice elated, as he told her, 'That's enough this way! You're getting all heated up! Now ... we'll have a little of that sixty-nine until I'm ready then I'm going to fuck you silly!"
Somehow, she couldn't object, as he turned, swiftly, throwing a thin, sinewy leg over her head, his knees on either side of her face. Now, in reverse, he lowered himself down onto his elbows, until his head came down between her thighs, once more. She heard him say, "Start sucking Maureen, Baby ... and do it right--otherwise ... " He didn't finish his threat. It wasn't necessary. His steel-cold voice was deadly.
Maureen looked up to see his monstrously throbbing cock coming down toward her lips; at the same moment, she heard the shutter of a camera click just to her left. Glancing in that direction, she gazed into the impassive eyes of Sonny Wilson, who was levering the next frame into position. My God! He's taking p-pictures ... of everything!
In the split second before Troxel's cock-head. throbbingly blood-engorged, brushed against her lips, she wondered: Why isn't he doing it along with the others? Is he a gay one or what? Unconsciously, she rounded her lips ... and took Max' prick into her mouth, while below, she was aware of her seething cunt's reaction to his licking, sucking mouth. It felt too wonderful for something she was being forced to do.
She swirled her tongue around the pulsing corona of Troxel's massively hardened penis, feeling the shock of it in his body, as it jerked, expandingly in her mouth. Then, he was flexing his hips to shove it deeper into her throat, gagging her, slightly. Using her tongue much as a baby nurses, she began to suck, slowly, rhythmically and again, she heard the click of Sonny's camera. Her mind shifted to him, momentarily, as she remembered Troxel's taunting remark. Now, I know! I remember somebody's saying that Heroin addicts ... become impotent and lose all interest in sex!
Insight and truth or at least a good guess-came flashing through her mind. Joe's plane! That's why he needs it ... !To bring in dope! And, that's why he's got Sheri and me to make Joe fly the stuff in for him! OOoohh, My God! Max Troxel's really ... a-a smuggler! And here she was on this bed, completely subjugated to his every sexual whim ... while on the blanket, on the floor, her daughter was being fucked half senseless by three men ... at the same time! The real danger of their situation was clear to her, now! W-We may not even get out of this a-alive!
After Louis Cornetti had slapped her so soundly, Sheri just seemed to cave in, all of her fire, her temporary resistance gone. Abjectly, she knew there was no hope for her and her mom.
Helplessly, she stood there, while they stripped her of her clothing, their hands pawing at her breasts, buttocks and loins, obscenely. She loathed it. But, what can I do ... ? She was pushed back onto the blanket, spread on the floor, the athletic one she had heard called Bart, stretching out on one side of her, after he had shed his clothes. He was blonde, his hair cut short and he had a magnificent body. As he stretched out beside her and captured one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking on the coned out nipple of it, voraciously, she felt the bulky warmth of his erect penis against her thigh. Cal Bruner, the tall, thin driver of the car, stripped off his clothes,-likewise, and as he lay down beside her, he kissed her, his tongue lashing between her lips and teeth to plunge deeply into her mouth and throat.
Looking up, she saw the repulsive fat man, Louis. He was naked, the rolls of his fat sagging on him, grotesquely. His hand massaged the shaft of his cock, as it jutted out below his fat-swollen abdomen. Leering down at her, he told her, "There's no getting around it, Doll! No matter what you think about me ... you're going to get fucked ... and I mean fucked good by all of us before we're through with you!"
Sheri froze in terror, as he went down on his knees near her feet, ordering. "Get those legs open ... because I'm coming in"
Her legs were clamped hard together. She didn't obey him.
"Cal-Bart! Hold this little bitch's legs apart!" Louis demanded.
The two men reached down, one on either side, and grasped her knees, prying them wide apart, easily.
"That's more like it!" the fat man gloated, looking down at the young tenderness of her loins.
Cornetti's pudgy, sweating hands caressed the soft smoothness of the flesh of her inner thighs, running his hands down until, with one on either side of her thin, fuzz lined cuntal furrow, he used this thumbs to spread wide the coralline lips of her tiny cringing pussy mouth.
"MMmnn ... good and tight.. just the way I like them!" he grunted. "There's nothing quite like a tight, young cunt!"
Now, he used a finger, inserting its short, fat length into her trembling cuntal opening. Just inside the orifice he moved it in circles in the sensate flesh, teasingly; then he dragged the moistened digit up through the moist warmth of her slit to the bud of her clitoris, half-hidden in the folds of her carnal flesh.
He rubbed at it, clumsily, grinning down at her and thinking that he was really being the expert lover. Involuntarily, she writhed her hips, attempting to escape his abrasive finger. Mistakenly, he thought she was undulating her hips and loins in pleasure.
"Hell!" he blurted. "I'm ready to fuck ... and so are you!"
Spitting on his hand, he rubbed his saliva on the throbbing head of his prick, leaned down and lifted her knees, flexing them until her heels were up tight against her buttocks ... then, he came down on her, wedging his heavy hips down between her lithe, smoothly tapering thighs. His cock, jutting out beneath his sagging belly, nuzzled in against the opening of her unready cunt.
"Oh, no ... not yet ... ! " Sheri moaned.
It was a waste of her breath. Louis was too engrossed in his own sexual demands. Letting his full weight down on her, he pushed hard to drive the head of his lust-inflated cock into the tender flesh of her cuntal portal. It was too dry, and it hurt her. She groaned with the pain of it. Big Lou shoved, again, harder, and the head of it was finally inside her.
"Oh, God! Stop! You're killing me! I-It's splitting m-me!" she moaned, as tears came to her eyes.
Sadistically, the fat man kept up the pressure; shoving and pushing, and inch by inch his cock went into her. It hurt him, too ... but somehow, he enjoyed the feeling of tightness that her dry passage gave him. Sweat broke out on his gross face, and he grunted, animalistically.
"God damn ... you're really tight!" he rasped in her ear.
Barely able to breathe, under his great weight, Sheri gasped, "I-It's ... too ... dry ... Wait ... for a little while!"
"Fuck her or get the hell off, Lou!" Cal complained. He was exasperated. Their kiss had been interrupted three times, already.
The pain was unbearable. Louis shoved all the harder, with a groan of his own, and it went into her another inch. Sheri was sure she was tearing, as her tender passage was abused and abraded. Then, it was in all the way; his fat-enfolded pubic bone was in contact with hers.
Now, both Cal and Bart were mauling, teasing and sucking at her breasts, one on either side, and their hands caressed and massaged her body, running up and down her flanks, along her thighs ... and suddenly, the building fires of her arousal burst into flame, as Big Lou, bearing down on her, expanded his throbbing cock that was buried deep in her abraded cuntal sheath.
He did it, again ... and again and the flame of her desire, unwanted, unbidden, began to dance, tantalizingly, in her loins. Then, as the gross man on top of her began to rotate his heavy hips, grindingly, his big cock going into her another fraction of and inch, she began to feel it. Every ridge of his buried shaft was being felt and as he moved it, churningly, in her vaginal passage, Sheri realized that she was lubricating. It wasn't hurting ... and as much as she loathed him, it was beginning to feel-sexy ... and good.
Louis couldn't wait any longer. He could feel the smooth slipperiness in her cuntal sheath. Hell! She's ready now! He was more than ready. His balls ached with his need.
Withdrawing from her, until only the blood-engorged head of his cock was in the vestibule of her pussy, he thrust back into her, his massive prick plowing deep into the folds of her tight, resisting passage, pressing waves of her soft, pink, vaginal lining rippling before it.
Sheri quaked, spasmodically, as his giant shaft plunged headlong into her soft belly, his pelvis crashing into hers and his testicles, swinging below, slapped, resoundingly, into the crevice of her depths, and she caught a glimpse of her mother on the bed. She saw Troxel's scrawny body, his loins over her mom's face, and his bald-pate buried between her lush, tapering thighs. She was repulsed and disgusted with what she saw ... but she was more disgusted with herself, for being so afraid after Troxel had tricked her ... threatened her and fucked her! II I'd told Mom and Dad what happened that very same night maybe this wouldn't be happening!
Ferally, plunging into her like a lust-crazed elephant, Lou began a racking, sawing motion in and out of Sheri's moistening cuntal sheath, thrusting pitilessly, from the crest of his upstroke, and with all of his tremendous weight behind it, rammed his cock into her with inhuman force to pin her fast to the blanket. For several moments, as he fucked into her with mindless, slack-jawed determination for his own self-satisfaction, it was pure agony for Sheri.
Then, as Lou's big body leaned down and he was finally prone on top of her, Cal and Bart were forced to abandon their erotic stimulation of her breasts.
"I'll be damned!" Bart mumbled, as he watched Big Lou's grossly fat body cover her, completely, squashing her upper body ... but he was not going to be a mere spectator.
Moving down, he peered at the action, from the rear, watching his partner's thick cock moving in and out of Sheri's delicately pulsing cunt. Hell! He had to do something! An idea struck him, and he carried it out, instantly.
Bart reached out, sliding his hand down between them, to caress and massage her buttocks, then, searching with his finger, he worked it into the hairless crease to find the puckered brown flesh of her nether opening.
She cringed with the first touch. The finger probed and teased, momentarily, at her defenseless anal opening. She winced as it paused and pushed against the sensitive flesh. Suddenly, his finger popped inside, past the tight elastic mouth back between her open buttocks, and she felt it worming deeply around at the tender, spongy flesh of her rectum. Dimly, she knew the hand was not Lou's. It must be Bart! She couldn't see him. Cal was pressing up close to her, his hand grasping hers and guiding it to the warm, pulsating shaft of his cock. He wrapped her fingers around it and hissed in her ear, "This'll have to do ... Doll ... until I get my chance at you!"
Sheri tightened her hand on Cal's long, thin penis, holding on to it, desperately, half-afraid to let go of it for fear of some unknown consequence. Then she had an idea. Maybe he'll cum this way in my hand and I won't have to put up with his fucking me too! She started to move her hand up and down the length of his long cock, in tempo, unconsciously, with Lou's plundering thrusts into her.
Bart's finger in her rear passage hurt her. She groaned aloud then he shoved the rest of it into her, until the palm of his hand lay flat against the full roundedness of her buttocks-cheeks. "OOooohhh! God! That hurts.. ! " she complained.
Then, Cal was grating in her ear, again, "Just hold it.. Baby! I just want to be stimulated a little bit not jacked-off!" Obediently, she stopped feeling thwarted in her plan to save herself some anguish.
The finger buried in her rectum began to move, uniting with the massive cock Big Lou drubbed into her to form a fucking team that soon began to cause her to mewl with obscene, masochistic pleasure, as her anus adjusted to Bart's additional ravishment of her loins. Her whines of elated ecstasy emitted from her lips in an unceasing stream, keeping cadence with the duo that fucked in and out of both pelvic orifices.
The torture of her double-entry ravishment was, miraculously, subsiding, to be replaced by tingling sensations of sexual rapture ... of joy beyond her wildest imagination and her hips began to undulate up to meet them both with wanton wildness.
Tossing her head, insanely wild, now, with overwhelming desire, her passion-glazed eyes saw that Max Troxel's body was wedged in between her mother's wide-spread thighs, his hips rising and falling, as he drove his big cock into her. Then, as her head flopped the other direction, she saw Sonny Wilson focusing his camera, taking pictures of all that was going on in the old homestead shack. Cynically, she supposed they'd be using these photos, too ... for some criminal intent!
Faster and faster, Louis plunged in and out of her, now demanding cuntal passage, his grossly fat body sweating, profusely and his breath coming in short, jerky pan tings, rasping through his open mouth ... until she realized that he was going to cum ... and soon!
Suddenly, he did, squealing aloud in his passion. She felt his cock expanding in her, jerking as it spurted his lewd sperm deep into her quaking belly. But God ... I'm not ready to cum yet!
"Don't stop! Oh, God ... k-keep fucking!" Sheri pleaded, as Louis Cornetti's big body collapsed on top of her.
Surging up against him, desperately, her loins ground up against his rapidly deflating prick ... attempting to gain the fulfillment she wanted ... and needed, but it was no use. He lay, heavily and unmoving on her like a log.
Bart Mathews jerked his finger from Sheri's rear passage; then, using his weight-lifting-developed muscles, he rolled the exhausted fat man from her body, growling, "God damn ... you've really got a short fuse!"
As the athletic Bart completed his task, Cal was up and turning Sheri to her stomach; then both men were pulling her up to her knees, placing her in position, with her smooth, white buttocks waving behind her in the air, her unsatisfied cunt demanding that she be fucked.
Almost depravedly, she heard herself saying, "Oh, God ... I w-want somebody ... anybody t-to fuck me!"
"Don't worry, Baby ... you're going to get fucked, so you'll remember it to your grandchildren, now!" It was Bart, who kneeled behind her, his hands on the fullness of her buttocks, spreading them apart.
His throbbing, ready cock was at her vaginal opening, and with the heavy-muscled strength of his back and legs, he drove it deep into her. It soared into her, filling her with delight-giving prick, again, and she moaned her pleasure back over her shoulder. Oh, that feels ... s-so good!
Now, she felt hands on her head, twisting it around to the front, again. Cal Bruner knelt before her, sitting back on his heels, his long thin cock spearing out, menacingly, from his loins. He brought her head down to it, grunting, "And ... you're going to suck my cock ... at the same time!"
It wasn't the same, at all ... the way it had been with Ed. She had wanted to do it for him! Now, she was being forced to do it ... and she railed against it, trying to pull her head away.
"No! I-I don't ... want to ... " she whimpered.
"You got no choice, Sheri, Doll! Start sucking!" Cal ground out at her, tangling his long, thin fingers in her golden blonde hair and pressing her head down toward his rampant, throbbingly hardened cock.
Behind her, Bart was thrusting in and out of her with insanely powerful strokes, and as he withdrew and slammed back into her wildly clasping cuntal sheath, he drove her forward, right into Cal's cock. It came against her lips, and involuntarily, she opened them and took the pulsing, blood-inflated cock-head into her mouth. Suddenly, she knew she wanted to do it for this gangster, too ... not for love ... but because of the delicious sensations surging through her from Bart's buffeting prick. She was getting although it was all unwanted and she wanted to give in return. So, she sucked and swirled her tongue and took more and more of Cal's long hard cock into her mouth and down her throat while Bart's pile-driving plunging into her, from behind, drove her absolutely insane with ecstatic rapture.
Above her, on the bed, her mother, with Max Troxel between her lovely thighs, was in a rapturous state of her own, as he drove his plundering cock deep into her carnal tunnel. She knew that it would not be long, now, until welcome release would come to her. Max' stimulation of her had gone on and on, almost endlessly, as he had licked and sucked at her cunt while she, in turn, had fellated him. She was amazed at his staying power, for she had done everything she could to stimulate him. trying to bring him to the point of ejaculation.
Now, as he thrust into her, longer and deeper, she felt it begin. She was going to cum. Then, as sensation after sensation, surged through her body, delightfully, she spiraled upward toward that jumping off place where stimulation ended and orgasm began.
Suddenly, she spasmed, convulsively. It was here! Now!
"Fuck me hard, Max!" she pleaded. "Fuck ... hard ... harder!" ... And, she came!
"Oh, OOooh, God! IIIIIIIH'mmmmmm cuuuummmiiinnng!
Max was like a wild man. Levering himself up above her, he reached down and pressed her knees back, until her thighs were mashing her breasts, painfully. The whole of her genital plane was exposed, vulnerably, now to his goring cock. Grunting like a rutting animal, he pounded into her.
Finally, sweating from his exertion, his ejaculation came, spurting in jets of white, hot semen to splash deep up inside her cuntal sheath.
"Christ!" he growled. "What a gorgeous cunt!" Then, he fell prone on top of her, while his big cock kept jerking deep up inside her soft belly.
So, now, Maureen O'Connel had been fucked by another man ... God! How will I-I ever be able to face Joe? But, she had been forced to do it! He'll have to understand that!
She turned her head, then and saw her lovely daughter, Sheri, being buffeted from the back, dog-fashion by that good-looking athlete, his hardened cock racing deep into her young, tender vagina while kneeling before her was Cal. His long, thin, cock was in Sheri's mouth. Her eyes were closed and Maureen knew, instinctively, that her daughter was experiencing pure ecstasy. My God ... She's b-being fucked by two men at the same time! She had heard about it and knew it was possible. But, Sheri?
Raising his head up, Troxel watched them for a moment, too. His cock was becoming flaccid but as he watched, it became tumescent, again. Christ! He'd had the mother; now he wanted some of the action with the daughter and he knew just what he wanted.
He pulled his hardening cock out of Maureen's still gently clasping cunt. Crawling off the bed, he nudged Big Lou with his toe and said, "Hey, Louis ... I'm through with the girl's mother ... You want to take a crack at her?"
Louis Cornetti looked up at him, asking, "She as good as her daughter?"
"Hell yes ... only she knows a lot more about fucking!"
Getting his ponderous weight up off the floor, Louis clambered up on the bed beside Maureen. The man was absolutely repulsive to her, and she tried to move away from him. His beefy arm stopped her. "Look here ... Mrs. Snob ... I feel like another fuck and you're it whether you like it or not!" He clenched his hand into a fist in front of her face and went on snarlingly, "Or you get some of the same your daughter got ... understand?"
"Y-Yes ... "
"This's a gangbang. ... ... and everybody get's a crack at both of you! That's what Max said and that's what goes!" Louis explained.
"H-He doesn't own us ... ! "
"Maybe not,but this's the next thing to it!" he boasted. "Now, shut up ... and start getting my cock up hard, again and make damned sure you suck it good ... Bitch!"
Lying back on the bed, he caused the bedsprings to sag and groan, complainingly ... and Maureen, helpless to do otherwise, reached out, obediently, for the flaccid tube of flesh that lay, almost hidden in his gross rolls of fat. Ugh! What a monstrosity ... of a man!
Max Troxel, meanwhile, reached down, roughly, and grabbed Bart Mathews by the shoulder. "I'm joining you!" he gruffed. "Pull your cock out of her for a few seconds, I'm going to give this little gal something she'll really remember!
Pained and frustrated at having to do so but afraid to cross his boss, Troxel, Bart, with a muted groan, leaned back and away from Sheri, pulling his aching, demanding cock out of her sensation-filled cuntal passage.
Sheri didn't realize what was happening, until Max waved Cal away, and he, too, withdrew his plundering shaft of flesh from her honeyed mouth; then she was pulled up to a kneeling position and was looking into Max' lewdly smiling face.
"Okay, Sheri, Doll we're going to make this a three-way fuck!" he told her; then to Bart, "Get down there on your back. Sheri's going to straddle you!"
Bart stretched out on the blanket, and Sheri, her desire flaming intensely, frustrated by the interruption, crawled over him and sank down on his big, throbbing cock, absorbing it to the fullest. Instantly, Bart began to heave up into her to drive his pulsing cock deep up into the wildly clasping sheath of her cunt.
"Not yet,God damn it!" Max snarled. "Sheri, lean forward ... and to the side ... and Bart you twist your head over the opposite way so she can get at Cal's cock!" he stage-managed.
What Max had said, finally, got to her. Three!?
At one time? That isn't possible!
But, she obeyed, now, because she needed to cum. It was close, already and she was on an upward-bound escalator when Max had stopped everything. Cal knew-walked into position, his elongated, hardened shaft spearing out toward her, and, automatically, she ovaled her lips to take the head of his lust-inflated cock into her voracious mouth.
Straddling Bart's muscular legs with his own scrawny ones he came in behind the smooth, full orbs of Sheri's alabaster white buttocks, his salacious, steel-gray eyes locked on the tender, brownish flesh of her rear passage, the tiny ring his obscene target of sexuality.
"Now, Baby ... I'm going to give you something that'll really flip you out!" he chuckled, lewdly.
His hands went out to her buttocks, his strong, wiry fingers spreading them. He moved in closer, and the blood-engorged head of his cock nestled into the crease between the smoothly rounded cheeks, prodding against the trembling little ring of her anus.
It was not until that instant Sheri realized how he was going to make good on his statement. She froze in horror! OOOooh, My God! H-He's going to ... to f-fuck me ... there ... in my bottom! She was repulsed by the very idea of it!
Max pushed. It hurt ... terribly, and she screamed, the sound muffled by the presence of Cal's cock in her mouth.
"Noooo! Oh, God ... no! N-Not there!
Inexorably, paying no attention to her protests, Troxel shoved harder, yet, forcing the chunky cock head into her tightly resisting anus. Suddenly, the head of it was inside. It seared her back passage so very much more than Bart's finger had. She twisted her head away, clearing her mouth of Cal's big prick and screamed long and loud. "OOOOoohh!
Cal forced her head back around into position over his pulsating cock's head, growling, menacingly, "Keep sucking, damn it!" He shoved it into her mouth, forcefully ... sadistically.
Maureen heard her daughter's scream of agony. Quickly, she looked down to where Troxel was forcing his giant cock into her young, unused backside. My G-God, he's sodomizing her!
Big Lou, gripping her head, tightly, kept her there and there was nothing she could say or do to help her lovely daughter.
Looking down, also, Louis saw what was happening, then he grinned, evilly, into Maureen's face and chortle, "You'll have your chance ... later!"
No! No! NOOOO! Her mind screamed it in horrified revulsion.
Inch by massive inch, Troxel shoved his rock-hard cock deep into her helplessly clenching little rectum, as he listened to her muffled screams with sadistic pleasure, until it was buried to the hilt. He expanded it and felt the outer lips clasp him tightly. Then, after a moment or two, as he continued the tantalizing muscle play, he felt her back passage relax.
"Now!" he grunted. "Now ... we both fuck her!"
Tall, thin Cal was already sawing his lust-hardened prick in and out of her mouth, forcing the shaft of it down her throat.
Then, together, with Sheri sandwiched between them Max and Bart began moving in concert, their big cocks filling both her pelvic orifices and creating in her trembling, lust-ridden body new and ecstatic sensations of sensual abandon.
Her revulsion was forgotten, as she was overwhelmed by her passionate rapture. She didn't care any more that she was being used, so obscenely; everything was filled ... her whole being thrilling to it and there was nothing but cock. Cock in my... mouth ... Cock in m-my cunt ... and ... Oh, God! Cock i-in m-my backside! And it all feels so so wonderful!
Wantonly, she accepted everything, as she found herself back on that sexual escalator toward the heights of passion and ultimate orgasm.
Bart, underneath, rammed his demanding cock, up into her tightly clasping cuntal passage, feeling the huge bulge of his boss' cock that was sliding, easily, now in her rectum. He was stimulated by it all the more, and as he thrust, insanely, he knew he was going to cum and soon! He did. His hot sperm snot from the top of his cock up into the soft folds of her vagina, and he grunted with the release, welcoming it. God! He'd never been a part of some thing like this! It was out of this world!
Sheri felt his jerking cock as he ejaculated ... and it was yet another sexually stimulating sensation. She had never known ... never even imagined, that such ecstatic rapture could exist.
Then, it was Cal's turn. He was panting, raspily, his long, thin penis drubbing in and out of her mouth, mercilessly, and she knew he was striving to cum. This time, she realized, as she hadn't with Ed, that night, on her patio, that he would cum in her mouth ... and that she would swallow it. Almost hungrily, she expected it, as the tall man used her mouth, obscenely, making of her oral cavern a substitute cunt.
Suddenly, Cal thrust deep into her throat, and his semen jetted, hot and thick, his cock expanding and contracting with each ejaculative emission.
Sheri swallowed it all . , . voraciously, even as she realized that Max Troxel, behind her, had begun to deepen and quicken his powerful, pounding plundering of her back passage.
And with unexpected suddenness, Sheri was blasted into her orgasm. She came, explosively, her body convulsing, spasmodically, as she sped into an orbit of blessed release.
Lifting her head and twisting it, she rid her mouth of Cal's rapidly deflating cock. Then, animalistically, she opened her mouth and screamed out her ecstatic joy. "Oh, God! I'm cumming! AAAaaauugghh!"
Then, Max came! His sperm hosed through his massive, ejaculating cock to splash deep up into the moist warmth of her rectum. It was his second satisfying fuck with an O'Connel: Once with the mother ... and now with the equally lovely and sexy daughter. He collapsed in a satiated heap on top of her, groaning with the intensity of his release.
Cal Bruner watched in fascination, as it was finished, remarking, "Damn! I've never seen anything like it!" Then he lay back on the blanket to rest.
On the bed, above, at Big Lou's insistence, Maureen's lovely thighs were astride the fat man's face, his mouth working, avidly, in the sensate flesh of her pussy ... while she, in turn, leaned forward and sucked on his cock ... hoping that she could bring him to his release, soon. She hated the thought of having the gross man come between her legs, lying on top of her and fucking her ... as he had Sheri. Ugh! I couldn 't stand it!
But somehow, she knew she wouldn't be able to escape it. She heard Lou's muffled voice, between her legs, "Okay ... that's enough!"
She stopped, and he moved her off of him, as he struggled to sit up. Max heard and looked up.
"Got her all ready to fuck ... Lou?"
"Yeah ... she's hot as a pistol!"
Max looked around at his men. "Good!" he grunted, then announced, "Any of you guys want to go for another round ... the girl's mother is all yours, now!"
Pulling his deflating cock from Sheri's passage, he watched as Bart rolled her aside, got up and went to the bed, where he picked Maureen up, lightly, and carried her back to the blanket on the floor. He laid her down, gently, beside her daughter. Looking at Sheri, she knew the young girl was completely satisfied. And now. Oh, God. It's my turn to be f-fucked by all of them just like they said! Then, it began.
Hovering over and around, Sonny Wilson shot pictures of it all for that was all he could do. He cursed the day that he had shot up with his first cap of Heroin, because he was completely incapable of taking part in his boss' sex party. And, they're so damned gorgeous, too! A couple of the sexiest looking gals I've ever seen! Christ!
* * * *
When it was all finished, Max took Bart Mathews and Cal Bruner outside. He gave them explicit directions of what he wanted them to do with the two women. Then, dressed, again, Maureen and Sheri were put into the same car that had brought them to that place in the desert. They were blindfolded and forced to lie on the floor as before. It was the beginning of a long trip ... to where they knew not ... and they were already bone-tired.
Max watched the car as it drove away, with Cal Bruner at the wheel. He said with some feeling to Sonny and Louis, who stood beside him "I hope to hell those two don't foul up my plans for those two women ... they're too important to us, now!"
"Then, why didn't you send me and Louis?" Sonny asked.
"I need you two with mee ... damn it!" Troxel snapped. "We've got even more important things to take care of!"
The bald-headed drug smuggler got into the car and ordered, "Let's get the hell back to L.A. fast!"
CHAPTER NINE
"I tell you, Joe, Troxel is clean! We haven't got a thing to go on! And, if that charm school of his is just a front-he runs it clean ... pays his bills, his taxes and he doesn't have any kind of a record!" Fred Priest told Joe. "We've checked him out and we can't do anything, yet!"
" ... And, there's no trace of my wife or my daughter?" Joe questioned.
Fred hated to tell his old flying buddy that the answer was no but the two women had disappeared, completely. "No ... not yet, Joe!"
"Thanks ... Fred ... I'll keep in touch."
"I'll call you just as soon as we know anything."
"Of course, Fred ... I know you will ... "
Joe hung up the phone, leadenly. He was frantic with worry and he was sure that Max Troxel had something maybe everything to do with Maureen and Sheri's abduction. He was, also, sure that it was just that ... a kidnapping aimed at putting even more pressure on him to fly that damned contraband into the states.
He had wanted action but Fred Priest, as Sheriff, had warned him not to interfere with his investigation or that-of the Federal people who were also working on the case. Fred had assured him that everybody was taking his story seriously and were doing everything they could to get a line on Troxel's criminal activities.
* * * *
Max put the phone down with elation. 'This's it, Sonny!" he chortled. "That was our contact telling me that our big shipment is ready!"
"So soon ... ? "
"Yeah ... they've got some pressure on them, in Europe and they're not taking any chances ... but it's our chance to get a big one!" Max explained. Then, he went on, "We've got to move fast! I want you to pick up Louis ... then go out to O'Connel's place and collect him! You know what to do if he objects! Now, I want to be taking off and be on our way at sunrise! Understand?"
"I've got it all!" Sonny assured him.
"And ... no flight plan!" Max reminded him.
"Okay ... "
"And, take along that imagine, breakdown rifle just in case."
"Sky fuzz?"
"Yeah ... because, I'm not absolutely sure that we've been able to keep O'Connel quiet!"
"What makes you think that. Max?" Sonny queried.
"Somebody's checking out the Lovely Lady ... and they're doing it, quiet-like ... but the hell of it is I don't know who's doing the investigating!" he said; then as an afterthought, he asked, "Has anybody been tailing you or tapping your phone?"
"Why no! Not as far as I know about!"
"Okay ... but be damned careful and whatever you do don't lead them here! You got that?" Max warned.
"Don't worry, Max! I know what to do ... ! " Sonny assured him.
" ... But, I do worry ... because too damned many of my people have fouled up on their assignments lately!"
* * * *
Maureen and Sheri were transferred to a truck. They were tied up for the first time, placed in the back of the van and boxes were stacked around them, hiding them completely.
Then, after riding several miles, they were taken out of the truck and put back into the same car. Inadvertently, Maureen heard the call of a child ... in Spanish ... a woman responding in the same language, and she guessed: We're in Mexico ... ! They sneaked us in across the border, in that truck! Oh, My God! It's getting ... w-worse all the time! Bart had had strict orders from Max not to allow them to talk to each other. She had tried to tell Sheri something while they were riding in the car ... away from that shack in the desert and the young, good-looking man, who looked for all the world like the accepted picture of clean-cut American youth of Middle America ... had kicked her, unceremoniously, in the buttocks, warning her that next time would be worse ... much worse!
Maureen was frantic with worry, now! We'll never get out of th-this ... a-alive! And, there was no way to escape ... no one to turn to for help!
Joe O'Connel was shaken, rudely, awake. His nerves were on edge, anyway, and he came awake with a start, ready to fight. An ugly, flat pistol was shoved into his face, held by a black-haired man, but it was the bulk and the voice of Louis Cometti that grated at him, 'it's a good morning for flying O'Connel ... and Max wants to fly. Let's go!"
He respected the gun that menaced him, but he snarled back, "Look ... I know you bastards must have my wife and daughter and I want to know how they are! I'm not going anywhere ... until I know they're safe!"
"They're safe, O'Connel!" Sonny told him. "And, you'll get them back after this flight!"
"How do I know that?"
"You have Max' word on it!" Big Lou told him. "There must be some catch ... what is it."
"You've got to get us back here safe and sound with the merchandise."
" ... So..."
"Then, you get them."
Sonny added, "Max thinks you might have spilled your guts to the fuzz ... so if there's any trouble, especially coming back into the states you become an instant widower!"
"And, you might be instantly dead!" Louis told him, flatly.
"It looks like I don't have much choice ... " Joe said, his voice dull. Christ! I'm caught right in the middle! I sure hope to hell Fred Priest knows what he's doing.. and they make their bust after Maureen and Sheri are free. Otherwise, he hated to contemplate what could happen. The trouble of it is that innocent people like my wife and daughter will suffer because of these bastards!
* * * *
Max was waiting at the operations building. He sat in a rented car. Coming over to Joe, as he was getting out of Lou's car, he growled, "Check your plane over ... I want to be out of here by sunrise!"
"If I don't file a flight plan ... I could lose my license!" Joe told him.
"That's tough ... but we'll do it my way!"
Joe know it was useless to stall any longer. "Okay," he agreed reluctantly, hoping that the team of Federal officers and Sheriff's Deputies Fred had assured him were on the job ... were really on the job! I'm beginning to feel like a sitting duck or some God damn puppet on a string!
The flight was made without incident, much as the previous one. Pablo, again, met them at the isolated, improvised field, and, as before, Joe was locked, securely, in the same room, an armed guard at the door. He surmised that the helicopter bringing Max' shipment would arrive in late afternoon ... and that his return flight would take place the following morning. So, I'll be here overnight, again. Then, he couldn't help remembering the last time ... when Britt Johanssen had come in to him. I wonder if she's still here and whether that son-of-a-bitch, Troxel.. who controls her.. will play the big-shot and 'send' her in, again? He couldn't think of her ... as a prostitute, somehow ... she seemed to be more real, more sincere! And, she tried to warn me about Max!
The routine of the hacienda went on as it had before. Joe was given his lunch and dinner but when he was returned to his room, under guard, the heavily armed man went about the bedroom, unscrewing the light bulbs.
"Porque?" Joe managed, in Spanish.
"It is necessary ... Senor Troxel has said it!" the man explained, with a shrug of the shoulders and spreading of hands, palms up.
"That's crazy ... es loco!" He circled his temple with a forefinger.
"Perhaps ... " Again, the expressive shrug, and the guard was gone, locking the door as he left.
Since dinner had been served him so late, it was already dark, and Joe guessed that Troxel was just making doubly sure that there was no possibility of his escaping. Well, hell I suppose I'm lucky they didn't take all my clothes and my shoes!
In the darkened room, there was nothing else to do but go to sleep. Joe undressed, stripping down to his shorts, and lay down on the bed. Ironically, about an half-hour later, his keeper came back into the room with a flashlight and picked up his clothing, then, pointing to Joe's shorts, made it clear he wanted those, too. Reluctantly, he shrugged out of his shorts and ts and tossed them to his genially polite guard.
Grumblingly, he reiterated his observation that it was crazy ... and unnecessary.
"I am sorry, Senor ... " his guard smiled. "Buenas noches ... and may you sleep well!"
The door was locked, again. Well, hell, they've covered all the bases!
Earlier, as Joe had guessed, the helicopter had whirred in for a landing, which meant that Troxel's precious shipment of Heroin had reached its next to last stop before entering the States. He thought about it a long time ... about the agony and suffering that would result from its ultimate distribution and about the huge amounts of money that would exchange hands for its possession. It's sick!
Then, he thought about his position ... precarious and dangerous. But what about Maureen and Sheri? God! I wish I knew where Troxel's keeping them!
But, there was nothing he could do! He had to follow through in getting Troxel and his contraband back to L.A. safely.
After a while, he slept, fitfully, deciding that he had to be fresh and rested for the following morning's flight ... And worrying and fretting won't do a damned bit of good!
* * * *
Some time ... later; Joe didn't know how much later, he came awake fast. That connecting door to the other room had opened, and someone was in the room with him. Somehow, he had the fleeting idea that this was a re-play of that other time . , . with Britt.
He sat up in the big bed and listened.
"Britt ... ? " he asked, whispering.
There was no answer.
He could hear her breathing. There's somebody here!
Reaching out in the darkness, he searched for her. "Britt?" he questioned, again, in a low voice.
His fingers touched naked female flesh, and he encircled and pulled her down to him knowing, instantly, that it was not Britt, even in the darkness. The woman in his arms was trembling. He held her close, while one of his hands explored her body, finding it shapely, young and firm, and he tried to imagine what she would look like in the light. Is she a blonde ... or brunette? He decided she would have to be a blonde her skin was so smooth and free of blemishes. But why won 'tshe talk?
Then, he remembered. The room's bugged and she knows it just like Britt did!
She pressed up against him, and he felt her lush breasts against his chest, the erect nipples of them poking into him, while below, her loins undulated, provocatively. Hell! I guess I don't have to know who she is ... It's the same deal as last time! Troxel's idea of hospitality ... keep a man captive but send him a woman to keep him happy!
It had been several days, now ... His reaction to her lovely body was fast! I need it too! He hadn't realized how much, as he sought her mouth and tasted the sweetness of her, his tongue darting between her lips ... and his hand going down between them to find the soft curls of her pubic hair... then his finger was searching in the fleshy folds of her cuntal slit for her clitoris.
She gasped against his mouth, as he found the short, fleshy bud and brought it to alert erection; finally, he slipped a finger into the moist warmth of her vaginal opening and knew that she was almost fully aroused. But. still she clung to him, tremblingly. He wondered about it: She seems to be scared ... of something and she seems to be so young..
But, she was, also, eager to please.
Her hand slid down to tease and stimulate his hardening penis ... then, sliding down, she broke their kiss and transferred it to the throbbing head of his cock, her lips, ovaling to take it, blood-engorged and throbbing, now, into her honeyed mouth. I'll be damned! She may be young but she sure as hell knows what she's doing!
When he couldn't stand it anymore, knowing he had to fuck her ... before it was too late, he heaved himself up with a groan, turned her to her back and came down between her legs. His big cock went into the soft, warmth of her cuntal sheath, and he felt it tight and clinging ... almost like Maureen.
Cradled there between the unknown woman's thighs, he felt the aching need for his wife, dismissing from his mind any similarity between this little trollop of Max Troxel's he was fucking and Maureen. Christ! She's just a little whore that Troxel sent in here to keep me happy ... while he keeps me locked up!
With a pent-up fury of passion, mixed with a consuming hatred for the man who had caused him, his wife ... and his daughter such anguish and suffering, he rammed his cock deep into the submissive woman, beneath him. His big, aching, lust-throbbing cock went into her, all the way to the root, his pubic bone cracking into hers and his heavily sperm-laden balls smacking, solidly, into the smoothness of her full-orbed buttocks.
She moaned aloud ... but said nothing, which caused Joe to speculate even more about this young girl he was fucking, for he knew, now, that she was, indeed, youthful. Is it possible she's a mute or did Troxel tell her not to talk to me?
She was a mystery to him. Hell! Any other woman would have been letting me know I hurt her after I'd slammed into her cunt that hard!
Expanding his hardened shaft deep inside her tender cunt, he felt her beginning to adjust to him ... then, her hips were undulating up against him, urging him on ... wanting him to go ahead and fuck her, the signal plainer than words.
So, he did.
He fucked her, wildly. His cock pounded in and out of her with insane fury, like a runaway steam engine ... the controls broken. like the steam engine, it could end in only one way ... explosively.
Under him, her legs splayed wide, her body stimulated beyond reason, she convulsed, again and again, as her orgasm broke over her with the force of a tidal wave, and Joe heard her scream and scream out her release.
"OOoohh! Oh! AAAAAaaaaauuuugghh!"
Cruelly, he spread her thighs wider and pushed them back and up, until he was sure her knees must be framing her face, as he gored her with animal strength, fucking into her without control ... wanting his ejaculation ... now!
He exploded. His ejaculate hosed through him, hot, white and viscous, to jet from the tip of his expanding cock, deep into the far recesses of her vaginal tunnel. God! That's it! That's what I needed!
Groaning out his satisfaction, he collapsed on top of her. He was just about to say something, when he remembered the electronic bugs ... and stopped. Anyway ... she hasn't talked yet..
Satiated, completely, the sexual release a kind of psychic as will as physical release, Joe drifted off to sleep. When he awoke an hour or so later, she was gone. Well, hell, it was awfully nice while it lasted! And, he couldn't help but wonder who she was ... and what she looked like ... Would I know her, if I saw her in daylight?
* * * *
Just before dawn, Joe's guard brought his clothes in and awakened him.
"You will eat., and then you will fly ... comprende?"
"Okay ... I understand!"
He dressed himself. The guard brought him breakfast. In less than an half hour, Pablo came to escort him to the old station wagon. Troxel, Cornetti and Wilson were already inside. Each was in possession of a small suitcase, and Joe guessed that the drugs were in them. Damn! If what I heard is true about that stuff, in it's pure form ... they've got a small fortune in those bags!
"Get in O'Connel ... I want to leave, now!" Max ordered.
Joe got into the car, silently. He didn't trust himself to say the right things.
At the landing strip, Joe's plane was already uncovered. He checked it over, carefully, and told Troxel that everything was ready. The men clambered inside, Joe started the engine and warmed it up.
Taxiing to the end of the strip, he turned into the wind and prepared to take off.
Joe gasped. "You son-of-a-bitch!"
It was Maureen ... and Sheri! They were held by two of Troxel's guards.
Blinding anger consumed him. He wanted to destroy Troxel, right then. He came out of his seat after him. Louis and Sonny in the back seats both held pistols to his head.
"Back!" Sonny snarled.
Helplessly, knowing he had to stay alive, now!
Joe settled back into his seat. His stomach churned and his hands trembled with the intensity of his emotion.
" ... So, you've had m-my wife.. and d-daughter here ... all the time?! "
"Sure ... .you don't think they'd do me any good in the States do you ... ? " Troxel gloated. "like I said ... now, you'll make damned sure I get to L.A. safe ... because if I don't ...
"What ... ? "
"You'll never see them, again."
"And, if I do?"
"You get them back ... they're a couple of gorgeous dolls!" Then, unable to keep from needling him, cruelly, Troxel added, "You fucked one of them ... last night! Do you know which one it was ... ? "
Joe was dumbfounded. My God! Sheri! M-My own daughter ... ! It was her, and I fucked her like she was a little wh-whore!
"God damn you, Troxel!" Joe ground out, through helpless tears. "You've played one too many smart-assed tricks! If I ever get the chance ... I'll kill you!"
"You'll never get the chance! Let's fly, now!"
His mind in a chaotic turmoil. Joe held the brakes and punched the throttle open to top rpm; then, he released the brakes. The plane hurtled forward and Joe jerked it into the air. He flew more by instinct than by intelligence.
Soon after crossing the international border between Mexico and the United States, a helicopter, which had been hidden behind a low hill, fluttered up in pursuit. Flying above and slightly behind Joe's plane, an F.B.I, agent spoke into a microphone, his voice booming into the cabin over the radio, "Troxel! You are to land at Anza! Repeat! you are now under arrest and you are ordered to direct your pilot to land at Anza!"
"You bastard!" Max grated. "You tipped them off ... after all!"
"I had nothing to do with it!" Joe lied. " ... And, if you shoot me, now ... none of us get out alive!"
"Can this damned plane outrun that helicopter?"
"No ... I'm overloaded!"
Troxel made his decision, instantly. He swiveled around to Louis Cornetti. "Out!" he said, his voice cold ... deadly.
Lou looked at him with horror and disbelief. "No! God no!" he screamed in terror. "That's suicide!"
"Shoot him ... Sonny!"
A small round hole appeared in Louis' temple, the sound of the pistol's report loud near Joe's ear. He twisted around in his seat, watching with revulsion as Sonny and Max, wrenched open the door and shoved the corpulent dead man out.
"Full throttle, O'Connel!" Max commanded.
Joe punched the engine up to maximum rpm and adjusted trim tabs. Max looked back to see that the helicopter had pulled off to turn back to where Louis body had landed in the desert waste land.
"Sonny break out that rifle ... and Joe swing around ... so he can get in a couple shots!"
The helicopter was hovering near the grisly spot where the fat man's corpse sprawled, and Sonny disabled the machine with a well-placed shot.
Then, as Joe brought the plane around to his northward heading, a high-flying airplane dived down toward them, from behind. Suddenly, the engine stopped, flatteringly, and Joe looked for a landing place. A rifle bullet had pierced the motor. He put the airplane in as best he could. The landing gear gave way. The plane cart wheeled and crashed against an outcropping of rock. Joe was unhurt, but Troxel, whose safety belt was unbuckled, hurtled forward, his bald-head going through the windshield to be split, like a melon, against the volcanic rock. Joe knew he was dead.
Swiftly, he unbuckled his safety harness and climbed down from the plane.
"Where you going ... O'Connel?" Sonny asked, pointing his pistol at him.
"I'm getting the hell out of here ... before it explodes!"
Real fear was on the gunman's face. "Help me out of here! I-I think both of my l-legs ... are broken!"
"Throw down the gun, first! Joe growled. " ... And shove those suitcases out too!"
"No!"
"To hell with you, then!" Joe dived for cover behind a rock. Sonny fired and missed.
Slowly, O'Connel worked his way out of range and out of sight. He waited. It would be just a matter of time, until the police arrived on the scene.
"O'Connel ... ? " Sonny Wilson called, his voice reflecting his pain. "Is this crate really going to go up?"
"There's gas spilled all over the place the tiniest spark could set it off!" Joe yelled back.
Inside the plane, his body wracked with pain, Sonny held a book of matches in his hand. He had dug out his kit and was getting ready to shoot up. Christ! I need it! The pain ... Oh, God! The pain! I can't stand it!
He looked at the matchbook as though it were a deadly snake . God damn! He had come close to cremating himself alive!
"O'Connel here's my gun!" Sonny tossed it out of the plane.
"Now, the suitcases!" Joe told him.
One by one, the three suitcases, filled with Heroin were dumped out the door. Joe carried them out away from the wreck, then returned to carry the injured smuggler to safety.
* * * *
" ... But, Fred, I know exactly where that hacienda is located. I've been there twice, now ... and I could lead the Mexican police right to it!" Joe argued.
"No need to ... they had the place spotted, already and the word from down there is that they're moving in now to raid it in force!"
"My wife ... and my d-daughter are there!"
"They found that out and they're going to get them out first!" Fred Priest assured him.
"Christ I hope so!" Joe said, fervently, "But how?"
"They've had an undercover agent there for over a week!"
* * * *
At just about that same time, Britt Johannsen, who had the run of the hacienda as one of Troxel's favorites, opened the locked, connecting door to Maureen and Sheri's room.
"There is no time to lose!" she told them. "Follow me!"
"Wh-Where are we going?" Sheri asked.
"You'll be going home to your father" she smiled.
" ... And you ... where will you be going?" Maureen asked.
"I don't know ... another assignment ... " the blonde shrugged.
Sheri was curious. "D-Did you know my father Joe ... Joe O'Connel?"
"Yes ... but only for a little while" Britt smiled, remembering ... " But, come we must leave, now!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, Daddy ... I think the most horrible part of it was when that bandit Pablo brought us out to the field and I saw that it was your plane about ready to take off!"
"Why honey?" Joe asked, but already knowing the answer.
"Because ... I-I knew then ... that ... " she stammered.
"That it was your father in that room?" Sheri's mother finished for her.
"Y-Yes ... " Sheri's voice was tiny ... almost inaudible.
Joe had had time to think about it, and he had come to recognize that he had wanted Sheri for some time. He had been honest with himself and with his wife, Maureen.
"But" Sheri went on, "Max made me do it!"
"I know" Joe told her, gently. "You'll never have to worry about being forced to do anything again!"
"But, What if I-I wanted to ... to ... " She tried to find the words, but they wouldn't come.
Maureen understood. She had discovered for herself that her sexual appetite had expanded to include other men, and she had told her husband about it ... explained what she had felt and experienced while she was a captive of Max Troxel's gang. She jumped in, again, to supply her daughter's unfinished thought. "If that's what you wanted I wouldn't object ... " she said.
Joe was startled, momentarily. He looked from his wife to his daughter, unable to believe what he had heard his wife say.
"Do you mean ... ? "
"I mean that I won't object if you've no objections to young Ed Baldwin ... "
It was Sheri's turn to question. "I-I don't understand ... mom... what's Ed got to do with anything?"
"He's a very sexy young man and he's been trying to get me alone in a bedroom for a long time!"
"The hell he had!" Joe snorted.
"It's a fact ... darling!" Maureen told her husband. "And, I think it's about time he got the chance." Her smile was meaningful.
Joe O'Connel stared hard at his lovely daughter. He finally understood, completely. And, he saw her, now, as a beautiful woman ... a woman he wanted ... desired. Below, inside his pants, he felt the quickening throb of his blood as it began to pound, throbbingly, in the shaft of his penis.
"Is that what you want, Maureen?" he asked, unable to tear his eyes away from Sheri.
"Yes ... but I want you. too ... Joe darling! I want you both!"
" ... And, how about you, Sheri ... do you understand what your mother is suggesting?" he questioned.
"I-I want the same thing ... she wants ... " Sheri told her father.
"Well, hell, then ... the only one missing from the party is Ed!" Joe chuckled. "Get him on the phone ... and get him over here ... the sooner the better!"
Sheri jumped up and ran lightly to the telephone. She dialed. When Ed answered she said, "Ed? I want you to come over ... ! Yes! Just as soon as you can ... my folks and I have a big surprise for you! No ... silly I'm serious they both want you to come over! Yes right now and please hurry!"
Turning away from the phone, she beamed a radiant smile toward her parents, who were just then engaged in a deep kiss.
"Ed'll be right over!" she announced, coming over to the couch to sit on the other side of her father.
Joe turned to his daughter and took her solidly in his arms, and as he kissed her, deeply, his tongue darting into the sweetness of her mouth, her hand slid hungrily down to his loins to find her mother's hand already there!