The science of the mind is a very new field of human endeavor, and like all fledgling branches of research, psychiatry has a long way to go before it can really be considered all-encompassing or complete, a fact readily admitted by all competent practitioners in the field. Nevertheless, since the days of Freud and other early experimenters, so much has been learned about mental illness that emotional disturbances which were once chronic and incurable are now well within the competence of an ordinary trained psychiatrist. It must be granted, of course that insane asylums are still full, but despite the vast growth in the population of the United States over the past half century, it is today a verifiable statistic that there are today fewer patients in mental institutions than there were in the period prior to the Second World War.
Once upon a time, an emotional disorder was looked upon as a curse from the gods, or possession by the devil, and the disturbed person was shunned by society. Thanks to improved public information, this is fortunately no longer the case. We are all familiar with the examples of former mental patients who have been cured of their problems and have returned to live useful, productive lives with their friends and families. By and large, these people are accepted and welcomed back into the community and the stigma of insanity, at least among intelligent people, is gone.
Another equally serious problem, however, has taken its place. Where people were once uneducated and superstitious about emotional disorders and psychiatry, there is now a distinct tendency for everyone to become his own practicing psychiatrist. Men who know nothing about motors will usually not attempt to replace a damaged piston and no one but a physician would perform heart surgery on his friends. But in the field of psychiatry, everyone has now become an expert, conducting experiments and therapy on friends and family alike. It seems impossible for a woman's magazine to appear on the news stands without some superficial analysis of an emotional problem, particularly sexually oriented ones like frigidity and nymphomania. Students in high school take survey courses in psychology and go home to diagnose their parents; nearly everyone who has ever scanned a book on the subject believes himself competent to distinguish between schizophrenics and manic-depressives.
There is no denying that this extensive public information has been useful in clearing away the cobwebs from an important subject, but it has also frequently led to incalculably harm whenever amateurs have tried to take into their own inexpert hands matters which should be treated by a professional psychiatrist. In his lengthy research experiences with physicians and psychoanalysts, Blake Simmons, author of this valuable and timely book, has often had the unpleasant experience of watching his subjects trying to pick up the psychic pieces of a shattered mind after some well-meaning but foolish amateur had tried his hand at "home remedy" psychology.
Furthermore, Mr. Simmons has found that a frightening percentage of emotional disturbances are sexual in either origin or manifestation, and our author believes that this is one of the most sensitive areas in the entire field of psychotherapy. According to the author, the family, friends and lovers of the disturbed person frequently try to "help" the patient with some improvised and ill-considered therapy which can often have the effect of changing what is basically a minor and easily curable ailment into a full-fledged psychosis.
At the request of the Publishers, Mr. Simmons has chosen one case from his extensive research files which he feels is representative of this serious problem. Linda Powell, the heroine of this absorbing novel, has a minor emotional disturbance which renders her unable to react normally to her husband's sexual approaches. A good psychiatrist could have cured Linda's problem in a few months and restored her to her husband a loving, affectionate wife. Unfortunately, as this compelling and revealing novel unfolds, we see that she is in the hands of a group of self-appointed experts who proceed to try to "shock" her into a normal sex life with horrifying results for all concerned. Inevitably the end result is substantially worse than the initial problem and the closing pages of this dramatic novel present us with the horrifying spectacle of a broken, shattered woman who is now, perhaps, beyond the reach of science.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
From the ground you can barely see them, but shading your eyes against the brightness of the sun and squinting, you can just make out that the moving objects on the high beam thirteen stories above the street are men, two of them to be precise. If you have exceptionally good vision, you can see that the beam is about a foot and a half wide, and that the two men are strolling along it and discussing something, just as casually as if this metallic girder were a garden path on a Sunday morning. Are they construction workers? Strain your eyes! No, both men are wearing ordinary slacks and white shirts open at the throat which means they must be executives of some kind, surveying the progress on the job. But whoever they are, one thing is clear. Neither one of them has a problem with his nerves.
These are obviously people who have grown accustomed to working without a net, as Hemingway would have expressed it. You wonder if their personal lives are the same way, if they walk the high beam all day and all night inside their heads, ignoring risks, accepting danger calmly? What kind of men are these?
But the sun is too bright and your gaze drops thirteen stories to the street level and you study a sign which announces that this building is being erected by the Williams Construction Company. Vaguely, you remember reading in the Wall Street Journal that Williams is the leading firm of its kind on the coast, and you consider the possibility of buying some of their stock the next time you visit your broker. Who knows? A company with men like that. . . * * * The sun was really getting hot and Tim Powell tilted his hard-hat down over his forehead and leaned against an upright girder as if he were suddenly tired. It was an unusual, out-of-character gesture for the big man, since he normally radiated the kind of effortless, indomitable energy which seemed to have no limits. Powell's legendary drive and persistence had taken him off the high beams as a young construction worker ten years ago and led him to form an engineering consulting firm with his partner Jack Henderson. In those days, neither man had known much about engineering, really, but Jack had had a fantastic ability even then to master the main elements of a construction problem quickly and devise a solution. Once the answer had been found, Tim Powell's aggressive drive and forcefulness came into full play and the answer was translated into reality.
Now they were back on the high beams again a decade later, balancing in the sky effortlessly and fearlessly, the way they had done it as teenagers together when they had both gotten their first jobs as metal workers. But a lot had changed in ten years: Today, Henderson and Powell were the two most highly paid construction trouble-shooters in California, a state which has many troubles and an even greater number of people trying to shoot them. And these two were the very best, despite the fact that they competed in a field overcrowded with doctorates in engineering and that neither one of them had ever been inside a college.
"It's an engineering problem, just like any other one," Tim Powell was asserting, but there was an unusual hesitation in his voice which implied that, for once, he was afraid he might be wrong.
"I agree one hundred percent," replied Henderson, a smaller man than Tim but wiry and quick in his movements. "But Linda is not a building, old friend, she's an honest-to-goodness flesh and blood woman, and when your materials change, your technique has got to change, too."
"All right, professor, sock it to me, as the kids say. I've got a twenty-two year old wife who's frigid and there's our raw material. What do we do about it?"
"Now the first thing to do is to get our analysis of the problem straight. I've been reading this book on psychology, and I don't think for a minute that Linda is really frigid ..."
"You should get into bed with her," challenged Tim quickly, not the slightest embarrassed about discussing such a personal subject with a friend as old and reliable as Jack Henderson. "Whenever I try to touch her, she turns into a block of ice. She tries not to, I know, because I'm convinced that she really loves me, but it's something she just can't help. Maybe I ought to take her to see a doctor ..."
Jack considered the idea, sitting casually down on the high beam with his legs dangling free on both sides while he ignited a cigarette, expertly turning his head into the wind as he struck the match so that the flame would be blown directly back into the tobacco. His mobile, intelligent face showed clearly that he was thinking hard, as he always did when confronted with a problem. Tim Powell, a big handsome man with deep blue eyes, watched him expectantly.
"I would say that's precisely what you shouldn't do," Jack Henderson counseled. "First thing, these guys cost a fortune. I know you can afford it, but a shrink out here on the coast can run you five thousand bucks easily in the course of a year, and once those leeches get their hands on a live one like you, they won't let go while you've got a dollar in the bank. Linda'll turn into one of those standard California matrons who can't open a can of beans without checking with their shrink first."
"I know the type," Tim conceded gloomily, running his big sun-burned hand through a wild shock of blonde hair. "All too well, but I'm only thirty-three, Jack, and that's too young to give up my sex life. Besides I'm in love with Linda and I want us to be happy together in the way that men and women were made to be happy."
"Okay, okay," the thin, black-haired man tried to calm his nervous, unhappy friend. "We'll work something out, just let me think a little. By the way, if things get too bad, you know you can always stop over and spend some time with Giovanna. I mean, that's a hell of an offer for a dutiful husband to make, but the three of us were together for so long, you, me and Giovanna, that it seems stupid to get prudish just because we're all married now. I know the relationship the three of us had in the old days would never have won the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, but it was great while it lasted and Giovanna and I are still the best friends you've got."
The two men looked at each other for a long moment, each remembering the time five years before when they had decided that their partnership needed a secretary, someone smart and flexible who could travel out of town with them on jobs and put up with their swearing and drinking. After interviewing a number of applicants, they had just about decided upon a young man for the job when Giovanna had put in her bid for the position. They had taken one look at this curvaceous Latin beauty and hired her on the spot without even thinking to ask whether or not she could type!
"Yeah, we had some great times together, the three of us. There's nothing frigid about Giovanna," commented Tim pensively.
Powell had good reason to be certain about the matter, despite the fact that the fiery black-haired Italian girl was now Mrs. John Henderson. At first, Giovanna had been a cause of tension between the two friends and they had competed for her favors, once coming to the point of breaking up their partnership over her. Then, to their mutual delight, they had discovered that Giovanna was a very modern girl indeed, and had no intention whatsoever of choosing between them. She had chosen them both, simultaneously if they liked, and the three of them had fallen into a close-knit team, spending their days and nights together. Tim Powell had had many a good time in Giovanna's bed, and he thought of their three-sided sex life together nostalgically in the light of his present frustration with his wife Linda.
"Giovanna's a great girl," agreed Jack, fondly thinking of the girl he had shared with his friend for so long. "Of course, the two of us have gotten much closer since you married Linda and moved out, but I know she still thinks about you a lot and misses you in bed. We threw jealousy out the window a long time ago between the three of us and I know you'd be welcome if you ever decided to stop by for an evening's entertainment. By the way, did you ever tell Linda about the uh . . . arrangement you and I had with Giovanna?"
"Hell no, it would blow her mind!" retorted Tim explosively, "and I don't think it would help matters if she knew I'd been involved in something as wild as that. It would be a real shock to her."
"Well, that's exactly what I've been reading about in this book," continued Jack, tossing his cigarette over the side and watching carelessly as the butt floated thirteen stories to the street below. "This book says that the proper cure for frigidity among women is often a real shock of some kind. Maybe we should stage something really wild and - like you said - completely blow her mind. I don't know, an orgy or something. The three of us used to do some pretty screwy things together ..."
"Hell, I don't know, Jack, maybe you're right. One thing's for sure, we can't go on like this anymore. I'm so horny I can't stand up straight and there's a tension in the house that makes it tough to go home at night. This frigidity thing is hanging between us like a corpse!"
"All right, where's that old go-getter spirit?
Come on, Tim, let's go down and have a beer and come up with some kind of a plan. Like you said, it's an engineering problem, and you and I are the two best self-taught engineers in California."
"Yeah, I could use a beer, but before we go down, what do you think of Mister William's problem here? I've formed my ideas, but what do you think is causing this bunch to fall behind schedule?"
"Uh? Oh, the building? Obvious, buddy, the foreman's too old to get up here where the action is and while he plants his ass in the shade all day, these young kids are putting everything in backwards. Also, they're loading the girders from the back and then bringing them over the top of the high rise, which is taking them twice as long. What do you think we ought to recommend?"
"No problem," snapped Tim, his usual aggressive assertiveness now suddenly returned. "First we tell Williams to get a new foreman if he wants to get this job up before the winter sets in. The old timer's a nice guy, but he hasn't got what it takes anymore, so he's got to go. Then they can plant a derrick in the street and get the beams right up the front and into place."
"But that'll block the street," protested Jack Henderson, thinking of the traffic jams which would result from an enormous derrick sitting in the street in front of the half-finished building.
"When the city hires us to worry about its traffic problems, we'll recommend that they move the derrick around the back again," Tim grinned. "Until then, it's their problem, not ours. Come on, let's get that beer." * * * "So that's the story, Giovanna. I'm sorry to have bent your ear all afternoon with my troubles, but you've known Tim so much longer than I have that I thought you might have some advice ... I don't know ... I guess I just felt like crying on someone's shoulder for awhile."
The two women in the living room were as different in physical appearance as any two human beings could be, but an experienced observer of the female sex would have difficulty deciding which of the two was more sensuous and more likely to be really fun in bed. Looking at Giovanna, one would immediately conclude from her olive skin and long tapered high-breasted body that this was a true daughter of the Mediterranean Sea, warm, sultry, inviting, and just a little dangerous. One would guess from her dark smoldering eyes that she was the owner of a deeply passionate nature, a woman capable of torturing a man to death with lust or surrendering herself to him instantly on the basis of a whim or passing fancy.
One would be right. Giovanna was all of these things, and more. A veteran of several stormy love affairs by the time she turned twenty-one, the Italian girl had a highly developed taste for strong, intelligently masculine men, and when she had first met John Henderson and Tim Powell, it had been like a dream come true. Powell had the fire, the aggressiveness, the impulsiveness she was looking for, and he made love like a madman, so violently that she was frequently covered with bruises after a night in his bed. Jack Henderson, on the other hand, had the slender tawny kind of body which delighted her, and he used it with all the intelligence in him, constantly coming up with new tricks and games to delight her senses. The two men complemented each other perfectly, and with the best will in the world, Giovanna could not have made up her mind which one of them she preferred. Fortunately, the two men were as open-minded as she was and an ugly decision had not been forced upon her. For five glorious years, they had shared her like some prized possession, taking turns pleasing her in all the way two talented resourceful men could please a woman. Inevitably, of course, it had to come to an end someday. Tim Powell had gone on a long assignment alone to the East Coast and fallen in love with this very young girl, Linda. He had come home alone and discussed it with his friends, and they had urged him to do what he felt he had to. Powell had flown back to New York the following day and proposed to Linda.
Jack Henderson had been the best man; Giovanna, the bridesmaid.
"Oh honey, it does a person good to talk these things out," Giovanna reassured the unhappy young wife, reaching out sympathetically and taking her by the hand. "I'm sure we'll be able to think of something."
Giovanna was a generous woman, and could not have found it in her heart to bear any resentment against Linda for having broken up the marvelous life she had been leading with her two men. She had married Jack Henderson a few months after the Powells became man and wife, and, after all, society simply did not permit one woman to have two husbands, no matter how lusty she was. She had no reason to be discontent, although she missed Tim's rough enthusiastic energy some nights. But that was hardly Linda's fault! The poor girl obviously knew nothing of Tim's past life, and if Tim had not seen fit to tell his own wife then neither would she.
"I've tried, you know," the young blonde-haired woman was continuing in a pleading desperate tone. "A few nights ago I got just as drunk as an owl in the afternoon waiting for him to come home. I greeted him at the door and dinner was all ready with wine and candles and after desert I let him take me off into the bedroom ..."
"Well?" demanded Giovanna, feeling a little excited herself by the description of this scene.
"Well, nothing," Linda confessed despondently. "We got into bed and it was the same old story all over again. The moment I saw him naked, I got frightened again, and it was all he could do to get my legs apart. . . I'm sorry, that was a vulgar thing to say, but that about describes it. I guess I'm just as frigid as an iceberg."
From looking at Linda, one would never have guessed that she could have any reason to issue this stern verdict against herself, since she did not look the slightest bit frigid. The new Mrs. Powell was of Nordic stock, the classic tall statuesque blonde with heavy lust-inciting breasts which swayed provocatively as she moved, and long finely tapered legs which aroused interested stares from men on the street and envious looks from women. Linda did not like to expose any part of her body in public, but Tim had insisted that she dress in keeping with the current fashions, which in California in the summer meant short, short miniskirts or hot-pants and a halter, and this kind of clothing showed off her long elegant body to perfection.
As they talked, Giovanna was studying the young girl's luxurious form a little bit jealously. She herself had nothing to be ashamed of in that department, she knew perfectly well, since her breasts were taut and perky and her hips were rounded and lush. But then Linda was something else again. The young blonde's breasts were extravagantly large, and yet they showed no tendency to droop. Most big-breasted women had big buttocks to match, but Linda's body was as slim and as well formed as a showgirl's, something she could easily have become if she had wanted to. The girl is a knock-out, thought Giovanna a little sadly, and she can't even get laid properly! What a tragedy! With her looks, she ought to be a million dollars in bed, and poor Tim can't get her turned on!
"Honey, let me ask you some questions. Do you mind if I get a little personal?"
"No, of course not, Giovanna. I mean, it was me who started all this dirty talk . .. ask me anything you want."
"I don't think it's dirty talk," the Italian woman corrected her younger friend. "Sex for me is as natural as breathing. Maybe that's part of your problem, Linda. Making love to your own husband isn't the slightest bit dirty, and it's up to every wife to learn how to do it so that she keeps her man happy. You've got one hell of a great husband there and it would be a real shame if you lost him because you couldn't satisfy him in bed." As she spoke, Giovanna could not help but reflect that if Linda and Tim ever broke up, Tim would probably come back to her and the three of them could resume their happy sexual life together. In fact, when the Powells had gotten married, she had privately hoped that Linda would turn out to be a real swinger so that the four of them could enter into some kind of swapping arrangement, but she had been destined to be disappointed in this. Loyally, she was now doing her best to help, and trying hard not to think of her own desires.
"That's just what I'm afraid of," sobbed Linda, now showing signs of breaking down with grief. "Tim is a very loyal man and I don't think he's looked at another woman in the year we've been married, but I can't ask him to go on like this forever. I suppose I shouldn't be telling another woman this, but he's . . . how should I say it? . . . Tim is a very virile man and his physical needs are pretty terrific. I had no idea married people did it as often as Tim seems to want it. Why, if he had his way, we'd be in bed at least once a day!"
If he had his way, you'd be flat on your back about three times a day, thought Giovanna darkly. Baby, have you got a lot to learn about your own husband!
"Well, look, Linda, tell me this: does it hurt when he makes love to you? Maybe this is a medical problem. You could see a doctor or something."
The young bride blushed wildly, but it was clear that she earnestly wanted some useful advice and so she took a deep breath and made an honest stab at answering Giovanna's direct question.
"Sort of, I guess. This gets us into one of the things I wanted to ask you about."
"Shoot, kid," snapped the older woman. "This girl is hard to embarrass."
"Well, I was a virgin when I got married, and I've never been with any other man except Tim, and so it's hard for me to make comparisons, but I have the feeling that he's a little bit bigger down there, if you know what I mean."
Giovanna knew exactly what she meant. Tim was perfectly monstrous and the lusty Italian girl failed to suppress a sigh as she recalled the last time they had been in bed together. With Tim Powell inside of you, you knew you were being screwed, and there were no two ways about it. He was heavenly! But she had to guard against seeming too well informed on the subject.
"What makes you think he's too big, Linda?" she asked gently, watching the girl's face turn from pink to a deep red as her blush deepened.
"Well, this is so embarrassing but once I measured him with my hand while we were in bed and he was . . . you know ... all stiff and hard. I read an article which said that a normal man was about six inches long, and Tim is closer to nine! And when he comes into me, I feel as if he's going to tear me into little pieces. You have no idea what it's like."
So that's it! The girl was probably hurt the first couple of times that they made love because she was a virgin and Tim really is a little bit too big for a girl to start with. Now every time he comes near her, she's afraid of being hurt again. This gets her all tense and nervous when he does come into her, she's too tight to relax and enjoy herself. The poor kid! But what do we do about it?
"Now listen, Linda, maybe I can give you some good advice," Giovanna began, but her words were interrupted by the sound of her husband's big convertible pulling into the driveway.
"Oh, here are the men!" Linda cried out in alarm. "What shall we say? How can I explain why I'm here?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Linda! Tim and Jack and I have been close friends for five years now and I was your bride's maid, remember? It's high time you and I got to know each other better. We'll just say you came over for a little girl-talk. We don't have to say what we were talking about and they can't tell just from looking at your face, even though you are wearing the most beautiful blush I've ever seen!"
"But why is Tim here?" the unhappy young wife wailed. "I was expecting him home for dinner and I haven't got a thing ready to give him!"
"Well then, just be glad he stopped here instead of going straight home. He probably wants to have a drink with Jack and talk over some business. Don't be worried, he isn't going to eat you," although it would be a good way to start, she thought obscenely as she walked to the door to greet the two men.
Jack Henderson and Tim Powell were deep in conversation as they entered, and Tim looked up in surprise as he saw his young blonde wife sitting primly and uncomfortably on the Henderson's living room couch. There was a moment of awkward greetings and confused explanations.
"I was just leaving," stammered Linda nervously, somehow afraid that they could all tell merely by looking at her that she and Giovanna had been discussing her sexual problems. Her cheeks were a brighter shade of red than ever, and she blushed her way out to her car while Tim lamely explained that he had stopped by to check some construction plans with Jack and promised to be home in a few hours for dinner.
When Linda's Volkswagen sputtered off down the road toward the Powells' home a few blocks away, the two men collapsed into chairs while Giovanna made haste to fix them drinks as she had done so often in the past.
"Golly, you boys look beat!" she commented sympathetically. "What's the problem?"
"Ah hell, Giovanna, you know as well as we do what the problem is," grumbled Tim petulantly as he gratefully sipped his drink. "And from the look of Linda's face when she buzzed out of here, I'd guess that the two of you spent the afternoon talking about the same thing Jack and I have been discussing all day: my sex life, if you can call it that."
"Oh, she's such a nice kid, Tim," sympathized Giovanna sincerely. "I mean, she's a whole lot different from me in just about every way I can think of, but she's just a little mixed up when it comes to lovemaking. You do have a problem."
"Well, what did she have to say?" demanded Tim, a little angry that his wife had taken it into her head to discuss their intimate bedroom problems with Giovanna.
"It took her all afternoon to come to the point," explained the fiery Italian woman with great sincerity, "Poor kid! She even had me blushing before she finally got it out. She's desperately unhappy that she can't make a better wife for you and she came to ask my advice."
"It's none of my business, I suppose," snapped Powell testily, "but may I ask what advice you gave her?"
"Ah, come on, Tim," complained Jack Henderson gently. "You're being too hard on yourself and everybody else. We all know there's nothing wrong with you, particularly Giovanna, who knows it from very personal experience. We're just trying to help."
"Sorry folks, but this problem is getting me down. What did you tell her, Giovanna?"
"Tim, I didn't really have time to tell her anything. By the time she finally got around to the subject, you two were walking in the door, and she got scared and ran for it. Honestly, though, I don't know what I would have said if you hadn't come. What do you do about things like this? Maybe she's the normal one and the three of us are sex fiends! After all, there can't be too many people who've gotten into the kind of arrangement we had for those five beautiful years. As far as sex is concerned, we're in the big leagues and she's having trouble breaking into the minors. I don't know what to say."
"It's probably incurable," grumbled Tim in despair. "Once a gal gets off to a bad start, she'll probably stay an iceberg for the rest of her life. There isn't much of anything we can do about it."
"Not so fast," commented Jack Henderson slowly, flipping the pages of a thick serious looking book he was holding in his hands. "I just may have a little idea."
Chapter TWO
"All right, shoot," commanded Tim, looking at his old friend confidently. Somehow in the pinch, Jack Henderson always managed to come up with a bright idea which saved the day. This was the toughest problem the two of them had ever come up against, and psychology was a long way out of their line, but they had not known much about engineering either when they started, and they had licked that field as well. Who could tell? As far as problem solving was concerned, they had an unbroken record of success to date and maybe they were right when they said that this was basically just a problem of engineering.
"Let me read you something from this book," Henderson was saying, thumbing through the pages of the scholarly, impressive looking textbook he had been holding. "The passage I was thinking about ought to be . . . uh . . . here it is! I quote - According to studies made at the University of Vienna, frigidity in females can best be countered by the administration of profound psychic shock or trauma, a process which reverses longstanding repressive tendencies within the patient's Id or subconscious, and encourages the stimulation and growth of new emotive attitudes and behavioral traits, particularly in the patient's view of sexuality and reproductive factors. End of quote."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" demanded Giovanna, a confused expression on , her dark, pretty face. "You mean we should find some loose wires and give poor Linda a couple of shocks?"
"It's a good thing you're an expert in bed," Jack kidded his wife scornfully. "Because, baby, you'd never make it on brains alone. No, obviously, what the guy is talking about here is some kind of psychological shock. We've got to think up a situation where Linda gets the surprise of her life, something that really jars her. It's a little like saying - Boo! - to someone with the hiccups, right? Must be exactly the same principle."
"Hey, where'd you get that book," asked Tim, interested and enthusiastic now that someone was finally suggesting a direct method of attacking the problem. Tim Powell was first and foremost a man of action. If a good healthy shock was what was required, then the two of them could devise something suitable. This was getting to seem more like an everyday engineering problem by the minute.
"I found it at a used book sale," explained Jack honestly. "Cost thirty-five cents and it's got loads of valuable information in it. If we took Linda to a shrink, it would cost you a small fortune to get the same information!"
"I'm for it!" enthused Tim, standing up and pacing back and forth. "What kind of a shock would we . . . suppose you call her up and announce that I've fallen off a building and gotten killed?"
"Look, Tim, I don't think that's the kind of shock the author is talking about here. Linda's problem is sexual, right? Then the shock should be sexual as well. Now listen, I've got an idea. It's a little rough, but it just might do the trick."
"What is it?" pleaded Tim, now beside himself with curiosity. "We're all ears."
"Okay, now Linda knows nothing about the fact that the two of us used to sleep regularly with Giovanna before we got married, right? Now what we've got to do is set up a situation in which Linda walks in unexpectedly and finds the two of you in bed screwing. That should be enough of a shock in itself, but to really put the pressure on, I'll just happen to stroll in and pretend to be furious about being deceived by my wife and my best friend and I'll demand the right to take Linda to bed. She'll expect you to say no, but you'll tell me to go ahead and I'll make love to her. Then we'll tell her that it was all a charade and all four of us will jump into bed together and do any wild thing that comes into our minds. This should absolutely blow holes in her head and I bet before the evening is over whatever's wrong with her now will be set right. It can't fail!"
A moment of silence passed over the group as they all considered this violently unusual proposal. Tim found himself experiencing a series of mixed emotions. A tiny part of him was jealous and selfish, wanting to keep his beautiful new young wife all to himself, no matter how lousy she had turned out to be as a bed-mate, and the idea of cruelly handing her over to his business partner was not particularly appealing. On the other hand, the thought of getting back in bed with Giovanna was very appealing and he could feel an immediate twitching in his pants as his poor, unsatisfied penis voted "yes!" for the idea. But still he had promised himself when he married Linda that his days of running around were over. He and Jack had had some great times with Giovanna, but there comes a time in a man's life when he wants to settle down and behave like a normal civilized human being.
Giovanna thought the idea was brilliant, as Jack's ideas normally were. She had been trying to come up with a way to get the four of them into the same bed at the same time for a year now and this seemed to be the answer to her prayers. If only Linda could lose her inhibitions, the four of them could have the time of their lives and this might be the ideal way to get the ball rolling.
"Golly," Powell finally managed to mutter, a little staggered by this astonishing proposal. "That'll take some thinking about, won't it?"
"Sure it will," Jack agreed affably. "Look, why don't the two of you kick it around for a few minutes while I run down to the office and get those plans we're supposed to be looking over for tomorrow's job. When I get back, we'll have a drink over it. Of course this isn't the kind of thing we want to rush into without giving it a lot of very serious consideration."
Tim Powell sprawled on the couch in his usual careless manner, a tight worried expression on his face as he watched his partner thrust some papers into a briefcase and head for the door. He realized quite clearly that Jack was making himself scarce to give him some time alone with Giovanna in case he felt like getting rid of some of his tensions in the good old-fashioned non-psychiatric method, and it was also obvious that the dark haired Italian woman had the same idea.
And for a few moments, he felt almost nervous at the thought. Naturally, in the course of their five years together, he and Giovanna had been to bed hundreds or thousands of times, doing almost everything that two (or sometimes three) people could do to each other on a mattress, but it had been a full year since he had touched her for the last time, and the trouble shooter had fully adjusted himself to the idea that they were now just good friends and no longer lovers. But at the moment, at least from the look of things, all that was changing again.
"What's the matter, honey?" Giovanna kidded him gently, rising seductively to her part, "You look like the town minister accidentally backed into a corner with the local lady of shame! We're old friends, remember?"
"Yeah, sure I remember, Giovanna," he stammered, watching her lithe voluptuous figure as she swayed across the room toward him, her soft yielding breasts swaying provocatively with every step. "Some things you don't forget and I'm not the slightest bit absent-minded."
"Then relax, baby," she soothed him, dropping down onto the couch beside him on her bare knees and running her fingers through his blond hair. "Everything's going to be all right as far as Linda is concerned. I'm sure of it! Have you ever known Jack to be wrong before?"
"No, no," he admitted. "Jack's always right on the target where engineering and trouble-shooting is concerned, but this is different somehow . . . I'm a little worried. Suppose she runs for the door and demands a divorce?"
"She won't, baby, the girl really loves you and wants to make you happy. Once she realizes that what we've done is for her own good, she'll be grateful!"
"I hope so, because things can't go on the way they are!"
"Of course they can't, baby, you're a healthy young man with a very healthy sexual appetite and you need a woman who can take care of you... I remember when you were my responsibility as far as that sort of thing was concerned."
Tim glanced up at the dark skinned woman who crouched next to him on the couch, trying to decide what to do. Powell was basically a man without the slightest semblance of sexual morality and anything went with him as long as no one got hurt, but he was also a great believer in fairness, and it just did not seem fair for him to be making love to Giovanna while his poor tortured wife was home cooking him dinner.
But there was always another side to the situation and Tim felt his equally tortured unsatisfied cock jerking around frantically in his pants, begging him not to pass up this opportunity. After all, urged the voice of temptation in the back of his head, Linda's never given you what you need, and Giovanna's an old hand at turning you on. If Jack doesn't mind and Linda doesn't know, what difference could there possibly be?
Giovanna understood exactly what was running through the young husband's mind, but she was determined not to let up on the pressure even for a minute. Had she never known the joys of being loved by two men simultaneously, she probably would have been perfectly happy living with just one, especially since Jack Henderson was an expert and tireless lover. But unfortunately in the five years she had spent with this team of construction trouble-shooters, the highly sexed Italian girl had gotten accustomed to more exciting things, and in the year since Powell had gotten married, she had found herself longing for the good old days.
Now there was a chance of getting the old act going again, and Giovanna was determined not to let the opportunity pass. She had not planned on getting into the business of seducing men tonight or she would have dressed for the occasion, but to Tim's hungering eyes, she looked very, very adequate indeed. Giovanna had never seen the point of wearing a brassiere around the house, and as she became excited Tim could see her soft brown nipples swelling and hardening, clearly outlined against the man's T-shirt she was wearing. The skirt around her waist was the oldest garment in her wardrobe, something she frequently wore for cleaning up the house since it was short and did not get in the way, but as she knelt next to Tim on the couch, the brief skirt rode up over her nakedly tapered thighs and by lowering his eyes, Tim found he could just barely glimpse the enticing whiteness of her bikini panties.
"You want to, huh?" she asked him, a look of pleading in her eyes. "It's been a long time, Timmy."
That did it! In an instant, Tim Powell's arms wrapped strongly around her supple yielding body, and the big engineer pulled his former secretary roughly to him, mussing her long black hair and smearing her lipstick, but if Giovanna minded, she gave no sign of it. What little clothing she was wearing seemed to melt off her body as if it had never been there to begin with, and Tim's eyes roamed happily over her glistening tan skin, thinking that Giovanna was one of those women who really did not need clothes in the first place, since she looked better stark naked than most women could look in a ball gown or a party dress. His lusting hands reached out automatically for the firm twin mounds of her lushly swaying breasts and the sex-starved man marveled how high and taut they still were, even though it was a good many years since Giovanna had been a teenager, and big breasted women had a distinct tendency to sag in their late twenties.
And down below, everything was still in fine shape, just the way he remembered it from a year ago. As she seductively slid down her skimpy white panties and boldly bared the intimate portions of her appealing body to him, Tim's widened eyes gratefully took in the jet black triangle of pubic hair between the two smoothly tapered columns of her legs. Roughly, he pushed her soft yielding body over backwards on the couch, overcome with a reckless burning desire to kiss her there once again, and before the squirming giggling girl could regain her balance, Powell had pulled her long legs forcibly apart and buried his face between the milk-white inner surfaces of her thighs, his lips seeking out the glistening pink flesh of her vaginal slit.
"Ahhhhh!" she breathed contentedly as he found what he was looking for, and the sensuous Italian woman groaned with delight as she wrapped her legs around her former lover's neck and thrust her pelvis lewdly up into his face, giving him total access to the soft moist mysteries of her body. Anything Tim Powell wanted to do to her was fine as far as she was concerned! Giovanna had never been the kind of woman who keeps a rule book by the side of the bed, and with her, there were never any holds barred.
The young husband's tongue flashed out instinctively and his trembling cock gave another insane little jerk inside his pants as he felt the tiny pink bud of her clitoris rise between his lips, her dark moist pubic hairs tickling his cheeks as he burrowed his face up between her widespread legs, bringing moan after ecstatic moan to her lips. Her hands snaked out and lewdly invaded his loins, struggling with the zipper on his pants and then caressing his hardening cock through his pants so effectively that random drops of sticky seminal fluid began to leak out of the swollen tip of his penis, staining his trousers.
"Get your clothes off quick!" she hissed at him urgently, her voice thickened by sudden overpowering lust. "Goddamn it, Timmie, I'm so hot I can hardly stand it! Hurry, I want to hold you naked in my arms again."
Those were orders a man could not possibly refuse, and Tim reluctantly disengaged his lips from her undulating body long enough to rip off his shirt and allow Giovanna to unbuckle his pants and push them down off his hips and onto the floor. His undershorts quickly followed suit, and within another minute, they were both as naked as two jaybirds, pawing at each other like two people who had not had sex for a decade.
"Oh, I've missed you so," Giovanna sighed passionately as Tim rolled her off the couch and down onto the softness of the rug where there was more room for him to operate. Her dark smoky eyes flashing with lust and desire, she quickly wiggled out from under him, pushed him over on his back and crouched tantalizingly over him on her hands and knees, her full, heavy breasts swaying temptingly beneath her as she grinned down at him.
Giovanna was a girl who liked to wrestle a little before she got down to business, and she enjoyed putting up a mock resistance as if she were a virgin being assaulted by a Roman legionnaire. But Tim knew her game as well as she did, and when the voluptuous white flesh of her left breast passed within stabbing distance of his face, he lunged upward and bit.
"Ouch!" she cried, trying to wiggle away from his cruel embrace. "Hmmm, I can see I've got a man here who likes to play rough. Let's see who can make the other one groan first!"
With this obscene proposal, she whirled suddenly around on her knees, presenting the shapely twin spheres of her buttocks to him as her face dropped neatly into his desire-swollen loins. Somehow in all the years they had played sex games together, Tim had never gotten used to her rapid shifts in mood and her quick agile movements when they were making love. He was literally never sure what she would do next, and conquering her had always been a delightful challenge to his wits.
"Okay, let's see," he laughed, seizing her by the smoothly tanned cheeks of her buttocks and pulling her down over his head in the classic sixty-nine position, his hungry lips once again seeking out the sweet moistness of her cunt. But two could play at this particular game and Giovanna showed herself to be as willing to wrestle as he was, and Tim felt her hands reach out like two circling patrols in the jungle, coming together to capture his hot, blood-engorged penis in her soft hands.
"My God, I'd forgotten how big you were," she gasped, gleefully running her hands over the length and breadth of his powerful rod. "Linda said she thought you were too big down here to be true, and the poor kid was right. But she'll get used to it. I did, and I enjoyed every moment of it. Are you ready to groan?"
"Never!" Tim Powell assured her stoutly, clamping his lips together to prevent the slightest sound from escaping when she attacked him. He knew exactly what she was going to do, but somehow he had forgotten how it felt to have the softness of a woman's lips close maddeningly around the hard throbbing shaft of his cock. Giovanna was an absolute expert at this depraved game and she went at him like a madwoman, stroking his penis cunningly with long tantalizing strokes and moving the loose feathery foreskin up and down his rigid member until Powell thought he was going straight out of his mind with unsatisfied desire. Her panting breath flooded excitingly over him and even though he could not see what was going on, he somehow sensed the red fullness of her parted lips drawing closer and closer by the second to the hot scarlet tip of his captured penis.
Involuntarily, the man jerked his body, thrusting his hips forward in a desperate attempt to impale her ahead of schedule and seize the initiative, but the girl giggled heartlessly as he missed his goal, sliding his pulsing cock harmlessly along the smoothness of one of her cheeks. With her hand, Giovanna circled his muscular cock, grabbing him firmly around the stout hard base of his shaft while her other hand tormented his soft, sperm-filled testicles, making it more and more difficult for the man not to utter some sound.
"A tough guy, eh?" she purred, her voice now low and husky with lust. "Well, let's see how you stand up under this!"
With these warning words, her head dropped down and her mouth opened wide, enclosing the hard throbbing tip of his cock between her willing lips. With her tongue, the depraved young wife invaded the tiny opening in the thick rubbery head of his penis and Tim Powell promptly forgot his original intention not to be the first one to utter a sound. "Ohhhhhhh," he moaned in complete happiness. Nothing in the entire world felt as good as this, he thought blissfully to himself. Then, a depressing shadow crossed his troubled mind as he contemplated the sobering fact that his pretty little wife Linda would never in a million years be capable of doing something like this for him. For real sex fun, he might always have to come to Giovanna.
"You lose," she gurgled, her words distorted by the presence of his mammoth penis in the moist dark sanctuary of her mouth.
"Just suck," he suggested brutally. "All right, I enjoyed losing."
And suck she did! Tim dug his fingernails into the softly yielding flesh of her firm full thighs and buttocks and positioned her body directly over his head so that he could conveniently do his part of the sixty-nine arrangement while Giovanna did hers, and the situation proved to be satisfactory to both parties as they went at each other like a pair of totally depraved sex maniacs. Tim found himself wishing that there was a mirror somewhere handy so that he could suck Giovanna's pussy and watch her sucking his cock at the same time, but there was not, so he contented himself with the feeling the wild electrical sensations she was generating in his loins and stomach as her tongue washed expertly back and forth over the soft resilient skin of his cock. His friend's wife sucked as if she had been born into the world for this and no other purpose, her cheeks bulging rhythmically in and out as she pulled him up into her throat as far as he would go, her mouth slowly filling with a lewd mixture of semen oozing from his cock and her own saliva.
Giovanna was enjoying more than the mere fact that her former boss was planting a long series of moist hungry kisses on the trembling lips of her hair-rimmed vagina. This was pure unadulterated pleasure in itself but what really delighted her was the fact that the tall, handsome engineer had once again given in to her. Now that he had gotten over the idea that he should be a good married man and stay home with his frigid little wife, he would visit her often, and perhaps things would once more be what they had been in the days when the three of them could all enjoy each other's bodies freely and frequently. She knew perfectly well that her husband Jack would not mind and as far as Tim's wife Linda was concerned, it would be great if she could loosen up enough to join the party. But if she couldn't lower her lofty morals then that was her tough luck! The important thing was for Giovanna to get her cookies, and, by God, she was getting them right now!
And more than that, she could feel Tim's body getting hotter and more excited by the minute. Right now, he could not have held himself still if he had wanted to, and his hips were jerking spasmodically back and forth as he fucked in and out of her open mouth, treating her beautiful expressive face precisely as if it were merely another cunt he could fuck into as hard as he liked. He was debasing her, humiliating her, using her, and Giovanna liked nothing better!
But it had been a long time since Tim had experienced sexual stimulation like this and things were moving along faster than he wanted them to. Certainly with Linda, his sex life was completely different and the young construction executive was not used to being this turned on. Whenever he tried to make love to his wife, something which was becoming rarer and rarer as the barrier between them grew, he was accustomed to seeing her slip between the sheets with the lights turned off, dressed in a long flannel nightgown even on hot nights. Of course, she had never once refused him, since her mother had carefully instructed her that sex was a distasteful but necessary part of being married. When he had made it plain that he wanted some action, she would shyly lift the nightie to give him access to her body, but there was something panic-stricken in the way she gave herself to him that killed the pleasure for him every time. He always felt that he was imposing upon her, and although she always assured him afterwards that it had been wonderful, he knew very well that she hated every minute of it, and occasionally cried out involuntarily with pain whenever he became excessively rough. And she had never, ever had anything remotely resembling an orgasm!
But with Giovanna, it was all completely different. With the black haired girl whose parents had been born in Southern Italy, he could be as rough as he liked, and Tim Powell liked to be a little rough. But he was still a little rusty from being out of practice, and already he could feel great whirling swirls of heat building up deep in his cum-laden balls as his cock wormed past the tight elastic ring formed by her lips, reaching deep into the recesses of her mouth. All the muscles in his powerful body were becoming steadily tighter and tenser as he built towards the inevitable climax, and tiny rivulets of perspiration poured off her body and down onto his as they worked together to bring each other into ecstasy. Tim wanted desperately to wait for Giovanna, but he knew suddenly that he could not hold it a minute longer! He had to cum now or he would explode!
He emitted another groan, deep and guttural, feeling the wild, frantic rush of the sperm as it stormed up from the repository hidden deep inside his body, streaming out through the wildly ejaculating tip of his penis into the warm, unnatural sanctuary of her churning, sucking mouth. Giovanna welcomed the sticky white cum as if it were the nectar of the gods, her cheeks billowing out as her mouth filled to the brim with his searing secretions and she struggled not to lose a drop of the precious fluid.
The young promiscuous woman went on sucking, emptying him like a calf that sucks at its mother's teat, her mouth working furiously until she had gulped each and every drop of the lust-inciting liquid, sputtering a little as her Adam's apple bounced frantically up and down.
When it was finally all over, they lay completely spent, without moving, his deflating cock still resting limply between her cum-coated Lips and his face still thrust obscenely between her outstretched legs.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait," he apologized humbly. In a lifetime of making very successful love to a fairly large number of women, Tim could not recall many occasions like this when he had been unable to satisfy his partner on the first time around.
"It's okay, baby," she comforted him. "Giovanna knows you've got what it takes. You're just out of practice. We're going to have to have a session every day until you get your control back."
"Okay, coach," he promised. "It's good to be back, anyway."
"So glad you could cum," she smiled sweetly.
Chapter THREE
Today, Linda was happy. She had finally made up her mind about a few things which had been troubling her for a long time and it felt good to have reached a decision. She had been married to Tim Powell for almost a year now and they were due to celebrate their wedding anniversary within a few weeks. She was desperately in love with Tim, and no woman could ask for a finer husband. Not only was he a handsome, intelligent man and a good provider, but he spared no expense or trouble to make sure that she was happy. Her wardrobe was filled with beautiful new clothing and her house was the envy of all her friends.
It had taken some time for the girl to face the fact, but now she recognized clearly that there was one serious problem standing between them and real happiness. Tim was a man with an extremely healthy appetite for love-making and she, his wife, was letting him down. And it was time she did something about it! Tonight would be an experiment and before the morning, she would know precisely what she would have to do. They were going to a party tonight at the Henderson's home, and she proposed to relax and enjoy herself as much as possible. It would necessarily be a short party because Jack Henderson had to leave town on the midnight plane for an out-of-state business trip. That meant that she and Tim would be home early and still fairly fresh and wide awake. Once back inside the confines of their own bedroom, she would offer herself to him as freely and openly as she could, inviting him boldly to take possession of her body. In fact, she had been feeling almost sexy for the past few days, even though it had been a week since Tim had last tried to make love to her. Tonight she felt reasonably secure that she could perform as a good loving wife ought to in bed with her husband. If she failed, her mind was already made up. She was a normal healthy woman who ought to be enjoying sex, and if she could not enjoy it tonight, it would mean that she needed professional psychiatric help.
Of course it would cost a certain amount of money, but Linda had made some careful investigations and found that there was a female psychiatrist in town who was herself a happily married mother of several children. This woman was supposed to be unusually competent at curing female emotional disorders, and the first step towards getting better would be facing the fact honestly that there was something wrong. With a qualified doctor helping her, and her husband's loving support, Linda was confident that she could be cured in no time. Tim deserved the right kind of woman at his side, and the pretty young blonde vowed she would make herself into that kind of woman. No sacrifice was too great!
But she also owed herself one last test before taking the plunge into psychiatric treatment. For some reason, she noticed that her interest in sex had been greater in the past few weeks, and this encouraged the inexperienced young girl to believe that just possibly whatever was wrong with her was getting better of its own accord. Why just the day before, she had found herself daydreaming the most outrageous erotic fantasy in the middle of the afternoon! This morning, leaving for his office, Tim had kissed her good-by as he always did, and suddenly she had felt the overpowering conviction that she wanted to make love to him right then and there. She had come within an inch of inviting him to be late for work and stay home a little longer that morning to kiss her some more. Unfortunately, her natural shyness had intervened and she had said nothing, but she could not deny that the feeling had been there. She was just a little slow in getting used to the idea of being a married lady, she told herself confidently, but tonight for some reason, Linda felt that with a little more tenderness and gentleness on Tim's part, she would make it through and their troubles would be over.
If not, then there was always this doctor she d heard about. One way or another, Linda Powell was determined to straighten out her sex life. Tim was too good a man to lose!
He would be home in a few minutes, she noted, glancing at her wristwatch, and he had called from the office to say that he had spotted an attractive dress in the window of a woman's fashion shop downtown and that he was bringing it home as a present for her. What kindness! The party was starting early since it was destined to end before midnight, and so Linda decided it would be wise to be all ready (except for her dress, naturally) the moment Tim walked in the door. Feeling a kind of restless sensuousness she had never before experienced, the well-proportioned young bride stood nervously in front of the bedroom mirror as she slowly stripped for her shower, vaguely wondering precisely what it was about her voluptuous body which made men so excited. Two breasts, she commented to herself, feeling silly about this monologue with her own reflected image. Two breasts is the usual number, even if mine are a little bigger than normal. I wonder what it is about breasts which gets men all stirred up? I'm sure that's what made Tim notice me for the first time! He can't keep his eyes off a woman who has something under her sweater!
Experimentally, the lush young blonde touched the tiny brown nipples on her breasts, surprising herself when she found that the sensation was extremely pleasant and giggling merrily as she watched them expand and harden in the mirror. Then, kicking off her bikini panties, she looked at herself stark naked, running her fingers through the golden pubic hair which covered the delicate "vee" of her pussy. This excites them too, she meditated, involuntarily twitching as one of her fingers accidentally passed over the sensitive nerve center of her clitoris.
Wow, in another minute, I'll be doing that business Mom always warned me not to do, she cautioned herself, and shaking her head to clear away the erotic thoughts which had suddenly started to pour into her mind, the young wife headed into the bathroom to take her shower.
When she emerged, dripping wet and draped in a large bath towel, Tim was standing in the bedroom, unwrapping a large package with the name of an expensive women's fashion house on the cover.
"Oh!" she cried. "You frightened me! I didn't hear you come in."
"Everything I do frightens you," commented Tim, with a noticeable edge of bitterness to his voice. "Look, here's the dress I was talking about. Do you like it?"
Linda's eyes widened as her husband held up the dress. It was gorgeous, she had to admit, but the designer who made it certainly had not wasted any material! It looked barely long enough to cover her panties, and she would have to watch herself bending over in this outfit. The top seemed pretty skimpy, too, but it was hard to tell until she got it on.
"It ... it looks lovely, darling," she assured him, forcing a grateful smile onto her face, and thinking of the modest, knee-length party gown she had been planning to wear. Surely this was a bit much for an evening at a friend's house with just the four of them sitting around and talking!
"Well, try it on, Linda," Tim suggested, his voice softening a little as he gazed at her draped fetchingly in the towel. Linda smiled back at him, and remembered her resolution about being a warm sexy woman from now on. Carefully trying to avoid seeming lascivious, she let the towel drop to the floor and walked nakedly over to the bed to put on her panties. After all she was thinking, this man was her husband and in almost a year of marriage, he had hardly ever seen her naked. The poor guy has a right to see what he's paid for, she thought, particularly since he bought it sight unseen! She slipped into the panties while Tim stood calmly observing her, his arms folded across his chest, and then she glanced at herself in the mirror, immediately seeing that the ordinary white cotton panties she had selected would simply not do. If someone did see them under her dress - which was more than likely with this outfit - their stupid, everyday appearance would ruin this elegant costume. Feeling her cheeks starting to go red, she walked to the dresser and took out a pair of skimpy panties someone had given her as a wedding present. They were supposed to be sexy, and for that very reason, she had left them in the drawer for all these months. It seemed ridiculous to put sexy underwear on under perfectly normal clothing, and she had worn very little else most of her life.
But this was an occasion. Turning her back on her quietly watching husband, Linda slipped out of the cotton panties and into the new ones, and then went rummaging around in her dresser drawer for an acceptable brassiere, her heavy sensuous breasts swaying provocatively as she bent to her job. Linda could feel Tim's eyes upon her, and she knew the blush was still clinging to her cheeks, but for some strange reason she felt good about the whole situation. He's going to be so proud of me in this dress, she was congratulating herself, that he'll really want to make love to me tonight. Oh gosh, I think I'm going to get better all by myself! Maybe I won't need the psychiatrist after all.
"I don't think you'll be able to wear a brassiere under that, kid," her husband warned her seriously. "At least none of the brassieres you've got. The straps'll show." Biting her lip, Linda saw in a moment that he was right. The dress he had brought her had only the thinnest of straps anyway and nothing she owned could possibly be concealed under them. There was nothing uglier than brassiere straps anyway, but she had never in her life gone out of the house without a brassiere on. Of course some of the young kids with little tiny breasts could run around like that and look cute, but most of them had breasts the size of a pair of oranges. Linda, on the other hand, was really stacked and if she went without some support everyone within a country mile would notice the difference.
She studied the dress carefully, expecting to find some kind of built-in brassiere, however flimsy, which would lend some support to her heavy breasts. But there was nothing. She was on the verge of protesting that she could not possibly appear in public when she remembered her decision to be a little sexier in her relations with her husband. After all, they were just going to visit Jack and Giovanna, and the Italian girl would probably wear something even more shocking, as usual. And her husband had purchased this for her, knowing perfectly well that she could not wear a brassiere under it, which meant that he wanted her to go out tonight without one. And if that was what he wanted, that's what he would get!
Two hours later, she was glad she had been brave. As she had guessed, Giovanna had appeared at the door with a striking pantsuit, the top of which was cut to the belly button, exposing the sides of both her breasts and a good deal more every time she got careless and bent over. There were only the four of them there, and they sat around in front of the fireplace, drinking and chattering, while Linda decided that she really liked the Hendersons and wondered why they didn't see each other more often.
A lot of liquor was being drunk, and from time to time Linda had occasion to wonder if there were not something a little strange going on at this party, despite all the fun everyone seemed to be having. Once, after retiring to the bathroom to answer a call of nature, she had returned to the room to find her husband and Jack Henderson with their heads together exchanging a whispered conversation. As she entered, both men straightened up quickly and looked vaguely embarrassed as if they had been caught telling dirty jokes at a PTA meeting.
But she was genuinely having fun tonight, feeling light-hearted and gay, and looking forward with nervous enthusiasm to the after-party surprise she had prepared for her husband, so she told herself firmly that she should let nothing bother her. These three had been friends for so many years that they must have thousands of in jokes between them, probably involving girls they had known before they had both decided to settle down and get married. Giovanna didn't seem to mind, so why should she?
The more Linda thought about Giovanna, in fact, the more she felt that she should make an effort to imitate the older woman. Certainly, they should try to become better friends, especially since Giovanna had been her bridesmaid at the wedding and they lived only five minutes away from each other by car. For some reason, however, in the year of their marriage, Tim had been very careful about keeping them apart, and it suddenly occurred to the young blonde wife that perhaps her husband and the Italian girl might have once been lovers.
The thought brought the usual blush to her cheeks and she dismissed it immediately as an absurd idea. For one thing, Jack Henderson was Tim's best friend and the two of them had both known Giovanna. The dark-haired woman was now Jack's wife and while Tim might occasionally play rough when it came to business, he could never stoop so low as to steal a friend's girl!
"Hey, you're falling behind!" commented Jack in a cordial fashion, noticing that her glass was empty and taking immediate action to refill it. The three of them were drinking unusually heavily tonight for some reason, Linda observed, and they seemed to be spending a lot of energy making sure that she stayed with them drink for drink. Giovanna was already noticeably silly with liquor and Tim, who usually drank only a glass or two over the course of the evening, was actually staggering as he walked. This was good, in one sense, because Tim nearly always wanted to make love when he drank, but bad in another sense, because he also tended to be rougher than usual on these occasions.
All in all, the young blonde wife decided, maybe she had better make an effort to stay with them even if it meant getting a little drunk. Perhaps if she got really smashed, everything would be much easier later on when she and Tim got between the sheets. For some reason, only Jack Henderson could really be described as sober, and Linda recalled that he had to be on a plane at midnight and the airport was on the other side of town, almost an hour's drive away.
"Hey, this party is developing into a regular drunken orgy," protested Jack Henderson suddenly, acting as if he were becoming a little bored. "Hasn't anyone got anything intelligent to say?"
"What a trial it is living with a sexy intellectual," Giovanna complained jokingly. "You've got to be beautiful and clever all at the same time."
"Not difficult for you, baby," Tim Powell complimented her casually. "All right, let's be intellectual! Anybody read any good books recently?"
"I have!" proclaimed Giovanna suddenly, getting unsteadily to her feet and retrieving a book off of the shelf. "This is that one that all the controversy's about in the newspapers. Have you seen it?"
"The Swappers," Tim read the cover. "Yeah, there was an article in the paper just the other day saying that some judge in Boston had banned it. Must be pretty hot stuff! What's it all about?"
"Well, I think that should be obvious from the title," Jack contributed. "From what I hear, half the country is involved in that dirty business. Can't see it, myself. There have to be some rules or society just goes to hell, and I can't picture myself lending Giovanna out to the guy across the street in exchange for his dumpy old bag."
Tim Powell and Giovanna both successfully repressed grins as they listened to Jack deliver this sermon, knowing that his true sentiments were precisely the opposite. But this was all part of their well-rehearsed plan, and the three of them played their roles to perfection.
"Old fashioned!" charged Giovanna, pouting her lips as she disagreed with her husband. "Frankly, dear, I think that exchanging husbands and wives is going to be the lifestyle of the future. Now I know I'll never get you to agree to it, but if you ask me, the standard traditional marriage is as dead as a doornail. These days, people want more out of life than fifty years of going to bed with the same person."
"I think Giovanna's got a point," put in Tim Powell quickly. "In the old days, you were lucky if you lived to be forty-five, so monogamy made sense. You married at thirty, had fifteen or twenty good years with the old lady and then corked off. Nowadays, people are getting hooked at twenty, or even younger, and they can look forward to living together for sixty years. Of course, only the rare couple can put up with each other for that length of time, and so after a few decades go by and the kids are out of the house, they get a divorce. It would be a whole lot easier on everybody if they played around a little while they were married and kept themselves from getting bored. I bet the divorce rate goes down as swinging becomes popular."
"Well, I think it's just terrible," Jack pretended to be outraged by the whole idea. "Let me ask you something since you're so modern: would you let another man sleep with Linda here so that you could get a shot at his wife?"
Linda smiled at the idea, thinking that she knew Tim's answer in advance. Of course, her husband liked to play around with all these radical modern ideas, but at heart, he was a very conservative man and a little bit jealous, as well. But his answer shocked her.
"Of course," he replied coolly. "Assuming that we were all in agreement and it was a fair swap. What would you say, Linda?"
For a moment, the young bride was too startled and hurt to answer, and she tried desperately to convince herself that Tim was only drunk and hadn't really meant the terrible thing he was saying. She looked at him seriously for a long minute, noticing for the first time that he was sitting very close to Giovanna. He was drunk, all right, but not that drunk, and he was serious!
"Oh, I ... I don't think I could ever do a thing like that," she stammered miserably, feeling her usual hateful blush stealing over her cheeks as she choked out the words, feeling somehow ridiculous at not being able to handle herself better in a difficult situation. Suddenly it struck her as just barely possible that Tim and Giovanna were not talking about some hypothetical, imaginary situation. Suppose they were making a real proposal! Maybe this was something they had worked out between them, and it was all undoubtedly due to her own failings as a wife and lover that Tim was driven to these degenerate ideas! What would she do if Jack agreed?
But there seemed to be no danger of this since Jack Henderson looked distinctly annoyed at the whole subject, glancing impatiently at his watch and getting abruptly to his feet.
"Well, hate to run just when the conversation is getting dirty, but that plane leaves in an hour and Giovanna's going to have to run me to the airport."
"Oh darling, can't you call a cab? I'm too drunk to get off the couch, much less drive .all the way across town."
"If you would read the newspapers once in awhile, Giovanna, instead of poring over sex books all day, you would learn that there is a taxi strike on this week. But you are too drunk to drive, I can see that from here. Come on, Tim, you can run me over."
Jack seemed only mildly irritated but not seriously annoyed at the situation, but Linda was sitting on the wrong side of the room to be able to see the wink he flashed at his partner as he made his request.
To Linda's great surprise, Tim Powell shook his head wearily.
" 'Fraid Linda's the only one here who's sober enough to do the job," he stated frankly. "My head is spinning so bad that I'd get us killed at the first intersection."
"For Christ's sake," Jack expostulated irritably. "What a collection of lushes! Sorry, Linda, but if I miss that plane, we forfeit a lot of money and fifty percent of it is Tim's. You look like you're in pretty good shape for driving."
The truth of the matter was quite the opposite, since Linda Powell had been doing her best to keep up with her husband and his friends, but she could see no decent way to back out now. This evening is turning out to be a disaster, she told herself miserably. First Tim practically asks me for permission to go to bed with another woman, and now we won't be able to go to bed together the way I planned, or at least not until I get back from the airport, and he'll probably be sound asleep on the couch by that time.
But she managed to rise unsteadily to her feet, collect her purse and follow Jack Henderson to the car. Her husband waved feebly in her direction as she departed and promised to wait where he was until she returned. Giovanna had curled up on the other end of the couch and had apparently gone to sleep, the front of her pantsuit having fallen open far enough to reveal one rosy-tipped nipple. The entire scene made Linda particularly nervous, but she could think of no polite way of asking her husband not to commit adultery while she was gone, so she took a deep breath and followed Tim's partner out the front door to where his car was parked.
"Do you want to drive to the airport, or shall I?" she questioned nervously, hoping he would take the wheel first and give her time to collect her wits.
"We're not going very far," he snapped abruptly, opening the door to the passenger seat for her, "so it doesn't make much difference! Get in!"
More confused and troubled than ever, the shy young woman did as she was told, waiting in nervous silence, while Jack circled around the back of the car, slid into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Without speaking, he sent the car streaking out of the alley and down the street, driving so wildly that the terrified woman was thrown back into the cushions.
"Why Jack," she pleaded. "What's the matter with everyone tonight? You're all acting so strangely ..."
Continuing to maintain his ominous silence, the engineer wheeled the car around a corner at breakneck speed and rocketed to a halt only a few hundred yards away from his own home.
"You really are innocent," he growled menacingly at her. "At first I suspected that you might be mixed up in this yourself, but I guess that's ridiculous."
"Mixed up in what?" she cried, still mystified.
"Oh Christ, open your eyes! Those two couldn't keep their hands off each other all night long! And all that dirty talk about wife-swapping! That husband of yours has got swapping on the brain all right, but it's a one way swap! Did you see how neatly they maneuvered us out of the house? About as subtle as a ton of bricks, if you ask me!"
Linda was finally getting the point, particularly since she herself had entertained identical suspicions earlier in the evening. But she still found it impossible to believe. All right, Tim was away from the house most of the day, and if he wanted to have a love affair with someone, he could easily pull the wool over her eyes, but he spent almost all his waking hours working with Jack. So how could he possibly be having an affair with Jack's wife? It was impossible! Admittedly, things looked a little strange tonight with both of them getting too drunk to drive to the airport, but surely Jack was jumping to conclusions. And what did he plan to do? Go back and peek in the windows?
"Well, we'll know one way or another tonight," he announced bitterly, triumph in his voice. "This time I've got a little surprise for our trouble shooting friend and we'll see if he hasn't gotten himself more trouble on his hands than even he knows how to shoot his way out of."
"Oh Jack, I'm so frightened! What do you mean?" Linda cried, half afraid that she knew exactly what he meant. Mr. Williams, the president of the company that both men worked for was well known in California for his views on morality and there was one thing he would not tolerate on the part of his executives and that was sexual misbehavior. But there was no time to speculate farther, because Jack was fishing around under the dashboard of his car. After adjusting something under the seat, he straightened up, a sinister grin on his face, and switched on the car radio.
"No, I'm not tuning in a little country and Western music," he informed her bluntly. "I spent half the week working on this little gadget and now we'll see if it's working the way it should."
"Jack, shouldn't we be getting to the airport?" Linda suggested hopefully. If Tim really was fooling around, she realized that she really didn't want to know about it. But Jack's only response to her remark was a harsh laugh.
"The airport story was just a little trap for your dear hubby," he sneered, twisting the dials on the car radio and consulting a piece of paper he held in his hand. "I wanted them to think the coast was clear for awhile and it would have taken you about two hours to get all the way over to the airport and back. That'll give them two hours for fun and games, and if I know Giovanna, it won't take her nearly that long to get Tim into the sack."
Linda covered her face with her hands, feeling that she was about ready to break into tears. The day had started so well and so hopefully, and it was finishing all wrong!
The radio gave forth with a little static and Jack bent forward eagerly.
"There is a microphone planted under my bed," he explained bitterly, "which is connected to a transmitter in the cellar. I've adapted this radio to pick up the frequency that our mates will be broadcasting on any minute now. And it should make very interesting listening!"
Jack made one last delicate adjustment to his specially designed radio and then sat back with a troubled expression on his sun tanned face. There was the crackle of static again, and then a sound which resembled a long low moan. At first Linda thought this was more electronic interference; then with a shock she identified it as her husband's voice!
"AHHHHH, YOUR BREASTS, GIOVANNA, HOW I LOVE YOUR BREASTS!!!!"
His voice was unmistakable, and this one brief sentence put the whole situation together in Linda's mind. To be heard at all, Tim and Giovanna had to be together in the bedroom. And his tone of voice clearly conveyed the kind of scene they were playing: a love scene. And there was no hint of drunkenness in her husband's voice. Plenty of lust, perhaps, but he was no longer slurring his words, which meant that he had merely been pretending to be intoxicated in order to get her to drive Giovanna's husband to the airport.
"Oh, BABY, FUCK ME," came another voice, this time unmistakably Giovanna's low husky tones. "I THOUGHT THEY'D NEVER LEAVE. COME ON, GET IT INTO ME! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME TILL I CAN'T WALK!"
A cloud descended over Linda's mind, and she found that her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. She tried to think clearly in order to decide what she ought to do, but for some reason her mind was no longer functioning properly. A part of her wanted to leap out of the car and run wildly towards her own home, but she realized that her body was virtually paralyzed. She could not move!
"YES, KISS IT LIKE THAT!" came Giovanna's impassioned voice again. "KISS MY PUSSY, BABY. MY HUSBAND NEVER DOES IT LIKE THAT!"
"He's sucking her off," grumbled Jack, almost as if he were a radio announcer commenting on a sports event. "Giovanna always did like that weirdo stuff."
Linda tried to reply, but all that came out was an unintelligible grunt. Still frozen by the emotional impact of discovering that her husband was sleeping with another woman, the young wife found that strange things were happening inside of her own head, and for the first time in her life she was seriously afraid of losing her mind. Of course she had known about her problem with frigidity for almost a year now, but this was something brand new! Crazy images and shapes were invading her stunned consciousness from all sides, terrifying her, and she reached out to steady herself on the arm rest of the car, feeling her dizziness grow more intense by the second.
Next to her, Jack was talking, saying something about "getting even" and "catch 'em in the act", but Linda found it impossible to follow exactly what he was telling her. Numbly, she felt him drag her out of the car and start hurrying her back down the street in the direction of his home, and she followed meekly, her mind whirling around as if she were drugged, tripping stupidly over her own feet as she stumbled along behind the furious man.
Strangely enough, she did not feel angry, even at Tim. Instead, there was a wild crazy sense of bewilderment and helplessness, as if this were all some terrible nightmare which she would have to endure until morning. In what seemed to be merely a matter of seconds, they found themselves again at the door of the Hendersons' home, and Jack was placing a finger to his lips, cautioning her to be silent, and she obediently complied, no longer possessed of a real will of her own. This was all their game now, she told herself dreamily. She was just a spectator.
Chapter FOUR
It's funny, Jack Henderson said to himself as he dragged the lush young blonde woman into his home, pulling her reluctantly behind him by the hand. This doesn't seem to be having the effect I expected! I was looking forward to some real hysterics and so far she hasn't said a word. Wonder if something is going wrong? Too late to turn back now. If the other two are ready we are really going to produce some wild dramatics here. If this doesn't shock her, nothing will!
The dark-haired engineer paused, his hand upon the door which led to his bedroom and glanced one last time over his shoulder at his friend's wife. Christ, she's beautiful, he thought to himself and it suddenly came home to him that within a few minutes, if everything went according to plan, he would be making love to this blonde goddess! The thought aroused him instantly, and Henderson realized with an amused shock that he had not really been thinking of that end of it at all until this very moment. Of course their plan had involved his fucking the girl as part of their "shock" therapy, but his motive all along had been to help his friend, not to get himself into bed with his friend's wife!
The trouble-shooter was more than usually attractive to women and he had been fortunate enough to find a great many welcoming beds in his life, but no sexual adventure had ever excited him quite as much as this one did at the moment. He would play his cards very carefully, he decided. This shock treatment has to be thorough!
The door was flung open, and Linda felt herself propelled bodily into the Hendersons' bedroom. For a moment her eyes refused to focus and all she could see was a blurred mass of writhing human flesh. Then, her dazzled mind cleared enough to distinguish the fact that there were two naked bodies on the bed, Tim and Giovanna! Her husband was stretched out on his back, his legs slightly bent. Above him, the Italian woman hovered on all fours, her head buried between the man's muscular legs. In her confused, unhappy state, it took Linda half a minute to figure out exactly what was going on, but Jack was pulling her further into the room right up to the edge of the bed, and it all quickly became painfully obvious. Giovanna was sucking him! Tim's long rigid cock was stuck brutally into the girl's open mouth!
Something still quite sane in the back of Linda's mind told her that she should be shocked at all of this. Her own husband had tricked her and betrayed her. Here he was stretched out before her, lewdly thrusting his lust-stiffened penis into the mouth of another woman, performing a perverse sexual act she had been raised to believe that decent, self-respecting men and women simply did not do, inside of marriage or out of it.
But surprisingly, no real emotion came forward. As Giovanna and Tim slowly began to disentwine, Linda felt a great emptiness opening up within her as if she had accidentally stumbled upon an enormous unexplored cavern in her mind and she was in danger of tripping into it and becoming lost forever.
There was a garble of shouts and recriminations and she bravely struggled to follow what was being said, knowing that all of this involved her, that she was an interested party and would be expected to have an opinion and even to be angry, but inside of her, there was nothing. It was strange!
"So! You thought you had me outwitted, did you?" Jack was saying rather theatrically, watching Linda out of one corner of his eye.
Giovanna tried to imagine how a woman should behave when caught in the middle of an act of adultery and so she picked up a pillow, simulating a terrified look on her face, and cushioned it against her tantalizingly perky breasts as if she were afraid that her husband was capable of some act of violence.
"Look Jack," Tim stammered convincingly. "You've got to understand, old buddy. We were just a little bit drunk and somehow ..." Tim was rising awkwardly to his feet, holding a sheet across his midriff as he tried to excuse himself. They all seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but Linda's mind was fading in and out like a weak and distant station on a short wave radio, and the conversation she was hearing was only registering on her crumbling mind in disjointed little snatches.
"I'll have you fired ..."
"No ... I can explain . . . please ..."
"Jack, darling, we didn't mean ..."
"... I demand satisfaction ..." Jack Henderson was shouting violently. "If you can fuck my wife, I can fuck yours ..."
They were mere words, and Linda looked at the ceiling, feeling the strange dizzy sensation sweep over her even more strongly and the deep bottomless pit within her head seemed to become wider and more menacing by the moment. What was Jack talking about? If she could only lie down somewhere and rest until all this was over . . . she was suddenly tired and there was a funny unfamiliar tingle deep in her loins as if she were becoming sexually excited by this brutal, bizarre scene ... if only her head would clear so that she could think . . . Jack's hands were on her, touching her arms and her shoulders . . . Giovanna and Tim were moving off the bed . . . what was happening?
"Please, Jack!" Giovanna was saying urgently. "For Linda's sake don't go through with this."
"No, no, there's no other way," Tim shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "If he insists, then he can do it. Otherwise I lose my job and that won't be good for anyone. You can bet your life if Williams fires me, no one else is going to hire me. Not in this state anyway."
Tim and Giovanna were leaving the room, both of them still quite naked, and Linda felt a quick thrill of alarm as she watched them go, vaguely wondering what was going on now and what was supposed to happen. Suddenly, she was again alone with Jack Henderson.
Something unusual and strange was going to happen and despite the thought-killing fog in her mind. Linda could sense the violence in the air as the angry engineer moved closer to her, his handsome, mobile face flushed with anger.
"Wha . . . what are you going to do?" she managed to stammer, backing slowly away from him until her shoulders were against the wall and she could retreat no farther.
"Your husband has been having his fun with my wife for quite some time now," Henderson informed her coldly, "since they're such great believers in wife-swapping, I've decided we should work it both ways. Take off your dress, Linda!"
This direct, bold statement was like a bucket of water being splashed into her face, and the girl's mind quickly cleared, at least to the point where she could understand what was happening to her. Instantly, her body was consumed with fear. If she was frightened and hurt whenever her own husband made love to her, what would this violent angry man do to her poor defenseless body? He was next to her now, his pelvis grinding urgently into hers, his hard demanding hands swarming over her trembling body, inadequately covered by the flimsy mini-dress Tim had purchased for her that very afternoon.
"No, please, we can't, Jack," she whimpered, the words distorted as he pressed his mouth against hers. "Please ... I have a problem about making love ..."
"You've got a problem, all right," he retorted abruptly, his hands lasciviously exploring her body as he pressed her against the wall. "You've got a cheating husband and in about two minutes, you're going to have a lover because I'm going to even the score!" Jack's hand was on the voluptuously heavy mound of her right breast as he spoke and he squeezed her tender nipple, punctuating his remarks with a vicious pinch which sent a twin streak of pain and pleasure flying down into the base of her spine. Never in her life could the young blonde bride recall having felt exactly like this, and she was still rational enough to realize that she was not reacting normally to the terrible situation in which she found herself. All the independence and willpower seemed to have drained out of her as if someone had pulled the plug and she was left a pliable mound of helplessly quivering feminine flesh. If Jack Henderson really proposed to take her by force, she realized with a sob that there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him.
The engineer was a little puzzled by the lack of resistance on her part as his lust-driven hands roamed freely over the girl's voluptuous young body, but he decided that their shock treatment was working better than they had dared to dream that it would. If he succeeded in fucking her with the maximum of roughness and violence, the therapy would surely be a success. Tomorrow, or in a few days, they could explain exactly what they had been up to and she would be grateful for what they had done for her. Now, the important thing was to keep the pressure on!
Pulling her close to him, the engineer caressed the smoothly rounded flesh of her buttocks, pushing her yielding loins hard into his so that she could feel the entire length of his rigidly throbbing cock. Linda closed her eyes and tried to fight back, at least with passive resistance, but something deep inside her tormented mind began to tell her that this was all useless. It made no difference whatsoever whether she resisted passively or actively or did not resist at all. He was going to make love to her good and proper no matter what she did, and there was no way out of it now!
"Don't," she managed to gasp, but Jack's only answer was a cruel chuckle.
"What's the matter, baby? Didn't you see what I saw when we walked into this room? Did you see what your big, handsome hubby was doing with his cock? Did you?"
"Oh please," she faltered, no longer knowing what to say.
"In case you've forgotten, baby, I'll remind you. He had it stuck very nicely into my wife's mouth and she was sucking him! Now I think they owe us a little revenge, don't you? How would you like my cock in your mouth, Linda? Will you suck it for me like Giovanna sucked Tim's?"
Linda's mind went off into orbit as these savagely obscene words struck her brain, and she made no effort to reply. Henderson's hands were under her chin now and she could feel him fumbling with the buttons on the front of her mini-dress. With a sickening feeling, she remembered that she was virtually naked under the garment, protected only by the ridiculously flimsy pair of panties she had put on earlier in the evening. Her hands flew desperately to his arms, but the man was a dozen times too strong for her, and there was no way to stop him as he unfastened button after button, working his way steadily and doggedly down to her panty-clad loins. Not wasting any more time, Henderson broke the straps on the gown and pushed it roughly down around her hips, nakedly exposing her two massive breasts to his appreciative eyes. The frightened young girl could feel the sudden rush of cool air sweep across her abruptly denuded body, and for a moment she could not decide whether it felt good or bad.
Moving fast so as not to give her time to react, Jack dropped to his knees in front of her, brushing her ripe brown nipples with his lips as his hands circled around behind her. She swayed above him helplessly, holding onto his shoulders for support, despair flooding her mind as she felt him hooking his fingers skillfully into the elastic waistband of her panties and drawing them slowly down over the smooth cream-whiteness of her thighs, methodically stripping her naked until the mini-dress and her flimsy panties lay heaped in a pile at her feet and she stood over him completely and defenselessly naked.
Jack Henderson had gone into this brutal experiment out of genuine and sincere interest in his friend's welfare, but his attitude was rapidly changing as he gazed up at the magnificent woman before him. From this angle, his friend's wife looked like a Greek goddess who had miraculously been transformed from cold unyielding marble into a warm breathing supple human being, and the engineer felt his body filling up with lust as his eyes swept desirously over the full ripe mounds of her sensuously swaying breasts. Losing control over himself; the engineer pressed his hungry lips into the nakedly yielding flesh of her belly, causing her to gasp with dismay and grip his shoulders even more tightly to keep herself from falling over.
Knowing that he had to keep moving so as not to lose his momentum, Henderson released his hold on her buttocks, dropping his open mouth to the triangular "vee" of her moistly denuded pussy and using his thumbs to divide the soft golden curls of her vagina.
Linda groaned again, now half out of her mind with despair and humiliation, uselessly struggling to escape from his iron-like grip and drawing her breath in sharply as she felt his tongue flick in and out like a lizard, invading the moistly flowering slit of her pussy. But the jerking and bucking of her voluptuous body only excited him more. Henderson was in a hurry now, and as she struggled to escape from this indecent embrace, he worked her around so that her back was to the bed and then pushed forward abruptly so that the terrified blonde girl tumbled over backwards onto the mattress, her long slender legs flying out as she struggled in vain to regain her balance.
But Henderson sprang on her like a wolf, catching her in this vulnerable position and pinning her ruthlessly to the mattress. Her head now going around in circles with delirium, Linda could see him hovering over her on all fours looking like a beast of prey preparing to devour her like a captured deer. She could not close her legs, and the tender pink flesh of her moist vagina seemed to be offered up to him like some pagan sacrifice and she writhed ceaselessly in desperation.
Now that she was caught like an animal in a trap, Jack Henderson knew he could afford to take his time and tantalize himself. She was lying nakedly spread-eagled on the bed, and he was in a position to do whatever he wanted to her. If this didn't shock her into normality, nothing would! Grinning down at her sadistically, he ran his tongue moistly around his lips to give her a graphic idea of the humiliation he was going to inflict upon her. For an instant, their eyes met and silently she asked him for mercy.
"Sorry, baby, but everybody's got to start sometime, and tonight's the night."
Without another moment of hesitation, he plunged, his handsome face sliding quickly between the soft, creamy skin of her outstretched thighs. His thumbs went to work then, slowly and torturously drawing apart the pink trembling lips of her vagina as he opened her up to him, his eyes nearly bulging from his head as he surveyed the magnificent carnal feast spread out before him. Linda wiggled and groaned but her torment and humiliation only made it more interesting for the engineering executive, and after gazing lustfully at her cruelly exposed pussy at close range for half a minute longer, Henderson ducked his head again and buried his tongue snake-like as far as it would go up into her cringing vaginal passage.
"OHHHHHHH," the young bride moaned in pure agony. The disgrace of being in this terrible position was bad enough in itself, but she was beginning to feel the effects of the merciless tongue-lashing she was receiving and absolutely the last thing she wanted from this dreadful experience was pleasure. No matter what her husband had done to her, she had to remain true to him, and accepting pleasure under these obscene circumstances was a kind of adultery all in itself, even if the erotic sensations were inflicted upon her involuntarily. Linda clung desperately to the tiny piece of emotional balance still left to her, fighting back with all the moral strength in her body. Tim had been driven to do what he had done by her coldness, by her frigidity and she could not betray him now by turning on while her husband's best friend lathered her into a sexual frenzy.
But it was happening anyway! Lifting her head up off of the mattress, she stared down over her naked body to the amazing thing which was taking place between her legs, scarcely able to convince her half-shattered mind that this was all really true. Jack Henderson was licking at her wide-splayed pussy like some mindless animal, nibbling hungrily at the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris and thrusting his long searing tongue deeply into the heated depths of her unwilling body. She could watch it no more, and with a groan of utter hopelessness, the tormented young woman let her blonde head fall back on the pillow in despair. In spite of her revulsion and fear, strange things were beginning to happen within her body, things which had never happened before, and she was not mentally or physically prepared to fight off this new experience, having drunk so much during the course of the evening.
Down deep in her loins, her quivering flesh seemed to ripple wildly as if it had taken on a life of its own, sending out pleasure signals which radiated outward like waves in all directions, causing her voluptuous body to jerk uncontrollably every time Jack thrust his marauding tongue deep into her captive flesh. Her full, high-set breasts were dancing back and forth on her chest as he buffeted her to and fro, and she noticed with special alarm that her tiny brown nipples were standing up firm and hard like soldiers on parade, a certain sign of sexual arousal! It would have been bad enough if Jack had not been able to see her, but the man had craftily positioned himself so that he could watch her face carefully and gauge his progress accordingly, and Linda could feel his hard, intelligent eyes observing her every movement, making her progressive humiliation more complete than ever.
It's hopeless, she told herself in despair, great tears of indignation and shame welling up in her as she lay back on the softness of the mattress and gave herself submissively up to what ever her husband's business partner chose to do to her. How could she ever face Tim again after what this man was doing to her? Her mother had taught her to believe that husbands occasionally strayed, and while she had naively believed that hers would be the perfect marriage, she could - in time - have adjusted to the idea of Tim committing adultery, just as long as it was not thrown in her face. But her mother had never come up with any words of wisdom to deal with a situation like this. Oh why had Tim chosen tonight to get caught at it? In another few hours, she might have been able to change everything between them by making warm affectionate love to him the way a good wife should. Now everything was lost. Everything was ruined and it could never be put right again.
Meanwhile, Jack Henderson's scientific mind was still working and he was trying to evaluate the progress he was making with what he had previously called "only an engineering problem", coming rapidly to the conclusion that things were going better than anyone would ever have expected. The chick is turning on, he told himself with intense satisfaction. Hell, Tim should have tried the rough-tough treatment a long time ago. But we'd better make sure this therapy is thorough. Let's see how she reacts to this little game!
Taking her smoothly modeled thighs in his muscular hands, he pulled her unresisting legs even farther apart and upward so that the whole rounded plane of her buttocks was exposed to his lascivious eyes. Linda struggled uselessly, trying desperately to avoid this last final humiliation, but the man was far too strong for her and as soon as he felt her muscles go slack in surrender, Henderson quickly ducked his head farther down between her two jerking legs, his hotly piercing tongue slithering into the tight little circle of her anus.
"AAAaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!!!" she screamed, shocked right to the core of her being by this unexpected sexual contact. Like every modern well-educated woman, Linda had read about various sexual perversions, but this was a new one for her and she started struggling all over again in a frenzied attempt to break away from this degenerate embrace.
"No, please ... I beg of you!" sobbed the horrified young bride, but Henderson was remorseless, keeping the heat on as long as he could, his evilly lashing tongue whipping back and forth across the clenched nether opening until the young wife felt sure she was losing her mind. For a moment neither one of them was really sure whether she was struggling to escape or writhing with the forbidden wisps of pleasure which were starting to shoot up from between her legs as a result of this new depraved invasion of her loins.
But she soon realized clearly that she was losing control over her wildly stimulated body and there was no other way to explain what was happening to her. Her fists were doubled, her teeth were clenched and the muscles in her neck were standing out in cords, but the inevitable was happening and there was nothing she could do to hold it back. It was a losing battle and Jack Henderson was winning every skirmish! * * * "How do you think he's doing?" whispered Tim Powell nervously as he crouched nakedly next to Giovanna just outside the bedroom door, "That was one hell of an act we put on. I only hope Linda forgives me after we explain to her what we've been up to. I mean, the more I think about it, the more it seems like a crazy idea. Maybe we should have taken her to a psychiatrist for some professional help."
"Hey, you aren't losing your nerve, are you?" Giovanna challenged him. "You and Jack aren't the kind of men who run off to some bearded shrink with a German accent when you've got a problem, baby. You hit it head-on! Besides, Linda's going to be just fine. It sounds to me like my boyfriend is making some real progress in here. I wish we could see."
"He told us to stay out of the way until he let us know he was ready for the big confrontation scene," Tim cautioned, still nervous about the whole idea. "Golly, did you see her face when she saw the two of us together?"
"I sure did, and I want to see it now. Come on, it can't hurt if we just open the door a crack."
Tim, in fact, was beside himself with curiosity, so he stepped aside and allowed Giovanna to open the door just far enough for the two of them to see inside. The scene that met their eyes was the most bizarre thing either one of them had ever observed! Linda had clearly gone around the bend by this point, and any thoughts she may once have had of resisting were long gone by now. Her body was visibly aroused in the worst way and the voluptuously built girl's eyes wandered unfocused around the room while her legs and arms jerked irrationally and convulsively. It was obvious that she had forgotten about the shame and humiliation she was undergoing and they saw that her hands were now snaking down into Jack's thick black hair as she pressed his face harder into the sensitive flesh of her loins. The engineer was working over her like a slave and the two hidden observers could hear him pant lustily as he gloated over the painfully aroused young woman.
Tim felt a flash of jealousy shoot through his body, realizing unhappily that in the twelve months he had lived with Linda, he had never once accomplished anything remotely resembling the fever pitch she was in now. To the best of his knowledge, she had never even had an orgasm with him, and here she was, already trembling on the brink of cumming even before Jack had gotten around to slithering his lust-hardened cock up into her tempting white belly.
But on top of the jealousy, the young engineer felt himself becoming more excited sexually by the moment as he watched his best friend toying with his wife's helplessly responding body. Something about this depraved scene was stimulating him powerfully, and he felt his stiffly erected cock jerking wildly between his legs.
"Hummmm, it looks like I'm going to have my hands full tonight, too," whispered Giovanna, glancing significantly down at his own desire-stiffened rod of flesh, a mischievous grin on her seductive face. "No pun intended, naturally."
"Shhhh," he cautioned her, but the lascivious, sex-loving woman had already taken steps to insure that her hand were literally full, reaching up to take his swelling penis between her fingers and stimulating him even more by rubbing the loose foreskin back and forth over his blunt rubbery cock-head. But neither of them could tear their eyes away from the astonishing scene in the bedroom, despite their growing desire for one another.
Jack had raised himself up over the prostrate young woman now and he was now tormenting her full swollen breasts by biting her tender nipples with his teeth, bringing groans of pain and ecstasy to her parted lips while Linda's buttocks began to grind impatiently down into the mattress.
"It's time to stop playing and start fucking," Henderson informed her brutally, knowing that the obscene words could only help to excite her even more. "I'm going to fuck you, Linda, fuck you good and proper! Spread 'em wide, baby, 'cause daddy's coming in."
For the innocent blonde wife, resistance was a thing of the past, and without precisely intending to, she found herself obediently spreading her legs. The fog in her brain was all-enveloping now, and she no longer really tried to think. She was a helpless pawn in some sexual chess game too big and too complex to understand. The only thing she could do now was to ride with it and accept whatever happened to her, hoping that when it was all over she would still be a sane human being.
Jack levered up over her, grinning like a sex maniac as he looked down on the helpless young beauty beneath him. Freeing one hand, he guided his hard rubbery cock up between her legs, using the thick bulbous tip to separate the moistly tangled blonde hair of her pussy. Linda turned her head submissively to one side, no longer able to watch, and shivered desperately as she felt the electric tingle of the first contact between the soft wet flesh of her vagina and the harshness of his invading cock.
"Ohhhhhh," she breathed in fear as he began methodically worming his way up into her. It did not really hurt yet, but she knew perfectly well that it was going to, and the young wife writhed in fright, trying to escape from this cruel impalement and tightening all the muscles in her loins in a futile attempt to hold him out by brute force.
Jack grinned as he felt her feeble resistance, knowing that a platoon of Marines could not have kept him from fucking this woman once he had gotten this far. The young engineer had forgotten all about shock treatments and psychiatry now; his violent passions were thoroughly aroused, and he was only interested in one thing. He had to fuck her now, or he would explode!
"Ahhhhhh," her cries became more insistent and pain filled as the man worked his merciless way steadily past the straining pink entrance to her vagina, forcing his thick bulbous glans into the narrow channel of her over stretched little cunt. Linda's blue eyes popped open with the pain and she struggled with all the courage left in her to clear her alcohol-dazed mind and understand precisely what was happening to her. Above her, like an evil satyr, she could see Jack Henderson's grinning lecherous face, and the tormented young bride realized with horror that he was enjoying himself thoroughly. The fact that she was writhing in pain did not seem to disturb him in the slightest!
But Henderson had only begun to do his thing. When he saw his friend's wife staring at him in terror-stricken agony, the trouble shooter decided he could wait no longer. He had to fill her to the brim, and he reminded himself that there was supposed to be nothing gentle about this experience as far as Linda was concerned. Pulling his legs under him for better leverage, he thrust forward like a madman, spearing into her the entire length of his long muscular cock and never stopping until the thick bulbous tip struck home against the softly yielding inner cushion of her cervix.
"Oh, oh God!" she groaned in anguish, never having felt so filled, so absolutely stuffed in her entire life. The sensation was not exactly pain, but likewise it was a long way from pleasure, and even in her right mind, Linda would have had some difficulty in describing exactly how she felt at this moment. Jack's thickly distended cock lay sunk deep within her like some strange serpent, twitching and jerking back and forth as it exerted an enormous fiery pressure against the stretched and tortured walls of her vagina. Linda was afraid to move lest it really began to hurt and she felt her mind going around in circles again and a sense of absolute confusion settling in once more.
"How's it feel, baby?" he inquired cruelly, flexing his hotly embedded penis to make her groan again with the added pressure.
There was no reply. Linda's eyes seemed to have gone out of focus and the young girl's defenseless body was once again completely limp, as if she were on the verge of fainting.
Hm! Better get some life into this chick, the amateur psychiatrist decided brutally, and without further warning, he clamped his lips wetly down over her half opened mouth, simultaneously beginning a slow regular rocking motion with his hips. The young woman was still tight even though she had lost her virginity over a year ago, but Henderson could feel her loosening up with every long smooth stroke. It won't be long now, he assured himself confidently. She's getting pretty moist in there. This is a strange chick, but when they're flat on their back with a good man's cock stuck up inside of them, they're all about the same!
Jack had reason to feel confident. After all, Linda had been visibly aroused a few minutes before when he had been lewdly licking and sucking at the soft sensitive flesh of her naked vagina. Now he had his heavy-duty equipment in action and it wouldn't be long before he had her squealing like a stuck pig, whether she wanted to or not! There was a deeply buried hot streak in this voluptuous blonde, he sensed, and all it would take was one really fantastic fuck to bring it boiling furiously to the surface. After this, Tim would have no problems with his new young wife!
And up to a certain point, the engineer was correct. Slowly but surely, Linda seemed to be passing out of the comatose state into which she had drifted and her body was showing every sign of coming wildly to life. Her eyes still gazed dreamily at the ceiling, but her hips were now starting to answer him back, undulating slowly as he fucked into her with one long smooth lust-inciting stroke after another.
But inside her head, there was a bizarre jumble of confused thoughts and dream-like images, and the dazed girl kept struggling valiantly to understand what this was all supposed to mean. One thing was clear to her, even in her confused condition: Things which had never happened to her before were starting to happen now and she could sense the lewd flames of real desire starting to course rapidly through her veins. Fantasies and erotic thoughts began to invade her brain, and they could not be driven away no matter how hard she tried.
As Jack drove into her again and again, her mental state began to get worse and worse. At times she actually forgot who it was who was pummeling her so ruthlessly, sometimes thinking she was home with Tim, and sometimes with some completely stranger. Her body no longer answered her commands to lie still; for some reason her legs and arms were writhing and twitching incessantly and a long series of groans issued from her mouth, try as she might to hold them back. Suddenly, without understanding precisely why, she realized that she wanted all of this torment and more besides. Had Jack unexpectedly apologized and offered to let her go away, she would not have released her desperate hold on his neck. Grief cut into her like a sharp knife as she suddenly understood that she wanted to be abused like this more than anything else in the world. That was the trouble with Tim; he was too gentle!
But all that Jack Henderson could see was the fact that the woman he was riding was reacting powerfully to his attentions, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to make this a cum she would still be thinking about when she was eighty years old. The engineer realized that in the back of his mind he had really always wanted to screw Linda Powell, and the knowledge that she was now completely under his power almost drove him mad with lust. It was a perfect situation. Not only did her husband know and approve of what Jack was doing, but the poor bastard was hiding behind the door watching, seeing his best friend do in one night what he himself had failed to do for a full year! There had always been a certain sexual rivalry between the two men with the big handsome Tim Powell nearly always having the upper hand in the ladies department. Now the balance was being equalized a little.
For Linda, all hint of physical discomfort had now completely disappeared. Her eyes were closed, but her tongue was snaking hotly up into the man's open mouth and the tiny kitten-like mewls of uninhibited pleasure were issuing uninterruptedly from her throat. Her mind seemed to have disappeared altogether and she was reduced to the lowest level of panting, sweating, lusting animal, rutting like a bitch in heat without any thought of tomorrow or the consequences of what she was doing and what was being done to her.
To Jack, it was obvious that the repressed young woman was only a few steps away from the first real orgasm of her life. For a moment, he was tempted to go ahead and finish it for both of them, but then a new lewd idea popped into his head. This was supposed to be shock therapy, wasn't it? Well then, why not do something really shocking?
Shifting his position slightly, the muscular young man slid his hands deliberately down underneath the soft, well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks, lifting her up so that her long tapered legs were forced up into the air as he inched his searching fingers ever closer to the small puckered entrance to her anus, hidden in the moist crevice between her writhing ass cheeks. With an extra effort, Henderson managed to slide the tip of his middle finger in between the fleshy nether cheeks to brush against the soft rubbery circle of her anus.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," Linda crooned, not yet realizing precisely what he had in mind, but mindlessly enjoying the uncalled for stimulation.
Seizing the opportunity, the engineer pushed again, testing the strength of her defenses. Instinctively, the young woman tightened the muscles in her anus, still not understanding clearly the nature of this lewd game, but by the time she was able to comprehend the obscene act he had in mind, it was far too late. Taking advantage of her confusion, the clever, unscrupulous trouble-shooter pushed even harder, feeling his middle finger plough past the weak elastic ring and up into the warm moistness of her rectum.
"Uhhhhhh!" she grunted. This perverse penetration of her anus was not precisely painful, but it was the most humiliating thing he had done to her so far, and the young blonde was just conscious enough to realize the depths of shame into which she was being plunged to by this man. But Jack Henderson knew better than to give her a moment's respite. Continuing to excite her with long smooth lust-inciting strokes of his penis, he worked his middle finger around inside her cringing anus with a slow circular motion, gradually widening the vainly resisting opening while her buttocks thrashed wildly back and forth in a futile attempt to escape this depraved invasion.
But for some reason, Linda was no longer really capable of concentrating on anything for very long, even an act as degenerate as this, and within a few minutes, Jack felt her body slip back into the normal rhythm of intercourse. Pursuing his initial advantage, the engineer followed the first finger with a second thrust cruelly deep into her tortured rectum, this time producing only a subdued murmur of protest from the girl's open mouth. Her outraged anus seemed to adjust itself with remarkable speed to this new insult, and her grunts and groans gradually changed from protest to delicious pleasure once again.
Jack Henderson smiled grimly as he realized that yet another battle had been fought and won. After tonight, he assured himself proudly, she won't have an inhibition left in her whole gorgeous body, and I don't imagine she'll forget who it was who cured her of her little problem ... I can see the four of us having some real wild times together, just like the good old days, only better!
The girl, in the meantime, was hopelessly impaled from this corrupt dual invasion of her loins, and she moaned and cried beneath him, her body undulating maddeningly as her strange cruel lover manipulated her anus with his probing fingers, and speared into her with renewed energy at the same time, his lust-swollen cock fucking in and out of her like the drive shaft on a locomotive.
But this depraved game was not destined to go on all night. From behind the door, Giovanna and Tim could both see quite plainly that Tim's wife was on the verge of a violent orgasm. Jack had deliberately slowed her down with his vile ravishment of her buttocks a few minutes before, but now she was coming on strong again and nothing could cheat her out of it now.
"Christ, what has he got that I haven't," grumbled Tim moodily, watching his wife begin to croon and chant as Jack pummeled her violently on the bed. "I've been trying for a year to get some kind of reaction out of her and all I could get out of the little bitch was protests and that it hurt!"
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Tim!" Giovanna protested sharply. "This is hardly the time to start getting jealous. It's just that Jack's shock therapy is working, that's all. She needed a little jolt to get her going."
"Did you need a jolt to get you going?" Tim snapped bitterly.
"I certainly did," the black-haired girl insisted innocently. "Why if my Uncle Max hadn't done it to me when I was fourteen, I might still be a virgin!"
"But ... I don't know, it's just a little hard to take, having her turn on like that for him when she never did for me ... all right. I'm jealous, but she's my wife, damn it!"
"Timothy Powell! Have you forgotten that I'm Jack's wife? Perhaps you remember how you were fucking me in the mouth a little while ago when they walked in!"
"Yeah, and she'll probably let him do that to her, too, before they're finished. Christ, the two of them are going to go on all night! Wait till I get my hands on that little bitch!"
"Tim, you're forgetting the plan," Giovanna protested. "As soon as they're finished, the two of us are supposed to run in and jump in next to them and do the wildest things we can think of. Don't wreck everything now!"
But Powell was no longer listening to advice. His eyes were glued to the lewd spectacle before him and he could not find it in his heart to forgive his young wife for becoming so heated up with his partner when she had always been a perfect block of ice as far as he was concerned. As he watched, Linda's legs were climbing up until her ankles crossed over Jack's broad muscular back and she was chanting beneath him in obscene rhythm with his fucking, her normally placid face now contorted into a barely recognizable mask of naked lust. Her nipples looked like miniature hand grenades, ready to explode at any minute as they dug fiercely into Jack's heaving chest and her whole body began to shake and shiver as if she were suddenly suffering from an intense chill.
Then she spoke her first intelligible words since Jack had first stripped her naked and thrown her defenseless body on the bed.
"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed, now very alive to what was going on around and inside her own ecstatically aroused body. This was a brand new experience for the girl and in her present mental condition, she held nothing back, feeling her cunt flower open to him like never before and her orgiastic fluids gushing out around his hard pistoning rod like a dam bursting before the spring torrents. This was the moment that Jack Henderson had been waiting for all evening, and he worked like a fiend to make it as good as possible for the two of them. Sailing into ecstasy himself, he felt her body rise up to meet him as if she were being lifted by some invisible platform, the thrusting pink lips of her vagina sucking at him fiercely as if she were suddenly possessed with an intense desire to milk him dry. Her breath was short and harsh as if there were little strength left in her voluptuously heaving body and she was giving up the last of it in this one supreme act.
It was the longest, most powerful orgasm any of the four of them had never witnessed or experienced, seeming to go on for hours, to go on forever. Jack had held out as long as was humanly possible, but her ecstasy excited him beyond endurance, and with a groan, the engineer began to cum endlessly into her and for a moment the two of them were so tightly locked together their bodies almost fused.
When it was over, Linda's legs went suddenly limp as if someone had abruptly let go of a puppet's strings, her heart pounding like mad in her chest and her sweat-covered body feeling supremely beaten and broken by this terrifying experience. Her brain seemed completely cold and vacant, as if she had just awakened from a long sleep, confused and unhappy. Only vaguely understanding what had happened to her and what this was all supposed to mean, she was too tired even to close her legs as Jack Henderson pulled his glistening cock free of her battered young vagina and sat up panting on the side of the bed.
"Just a matter of proper engineering," he seemed to be saying to someone in the hallway, but Linda's brain refused to function anymore, and she closed her eyes, beaten and exhausted.
"That's all it was," Henderson repeated again. "An engineering problem."
Chapter FIVE
"Well, I'll tell you one thing!" Tim Powell exploded, his face reddening with violent anger. "I'm going to fuck that little bitch right now, and fuck her till her ass falls off! She's had it in her all along! There's nothing frigid about her!"
The enraged engineer strode wrathfully into the Hendersons' bedroom, his fists clenched in murderous fury, while Giovanna trailed along behind him trying to hold him back, fearful that a fight was about to break out.
"What's the matter, buddy?" asked Jack sincerely, looking up with a puzzled expression on his face from the side of the bed where he was sitting. "Come on, you guys, it's time for act two! Everything's going just like the book."
"We're throwing out the book, chum," muttered the big trouble-shooter menacingly. "I'm not mad at you but there's something going on here which is just a little bit strange and I think Linda and I ought to have a little chat."
"Okay, Tim, whatever you say," said Jack Henderson agreeably, seeing that his friend was powerfully upset and having learned from ten year's experience with this man not to get in his way when he was angry. "But everything was going perfectly! I don't know what you're so pissed off about."
"Maybe it's finding out that I married a cheap little whore," snapped the big man hotly. "Come on, you two, clear out of here! Linda and I have got some settling of accounts to do."
Seeing that the situation was now hopelessly out of control, Jack Henderson seized his wife by the hand, and the two of them did what they were told, closing the door behind them as they went. Linda Powell still had not moved from the position she had been left in when Jack had removed his body from hers, her long cream--white legs spread lasciviously apart and her eyes open and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. The girl was fully conscious, despite her appearance but psychologically, she was withdrawn totally within herself, barely aware of what was going on around her. Her well used vagina felt warm and full and she realized without really thinking about it that the excess sperm deposited there a few minutes previously was oozing slowly out of her cuntal lips and dampening the mattress below, but somehow she lazily felt no impulse to close her legs or cover her nakedness.
Her husband was in the room, and he was shouting something at her, but the words refused to fit themselves into intelligible sentences and Linda was too tired to try and understand. It was all so very complicated . . . how could she explain what she was feeling inside of her at this moment. . . the young blonde girl was vaguely happy that her husband was here beside her and when the fire in her brain had dwindled, they would talk and everything would be fine again. But Tim was angry about something . . . she was so tired.
"You bitch!" he was screaming. "Behaving like a goddamn mother superior with me for all these months and then turning into a first class whore when another man sticks his cock into your sweet little cunt!"
There was no response and Linda continued to gaze at her husband with a long melancholy expression. To Tim, it seemed as if she were mocking him for his inadequacy as a man, and his anger increased drastically.
"Talk to me, bitch!" he screamed, now beside himself with rage. "Did Henderson fuck you senseless? This is your husband speaking to you!"
But there was still no reply and Tim Powell suddenly became conscious of how ridiculous he must look, standing there bare-ass naked with half an erection, screaming at a woman who was too satisfied even to answer him. Frustration doubled his rage, and in a genuine fit of madness, he stooped to the floor and slid the belt out of his business partner's discarded pants. The combination of lust, liquor and disappointment was too much for the young trouble-shooter and for a few minutes he was temporarily out of his mind with anger.
"Won't talk, eh," he bellowed. "Let's see if we can't beat a word or two out of you."
Without a moment's delay, the thick leather whip sailed through the air, catching the dazed blonde woman across the fullness of her ripe high-set breasts.
"Aaaaaagggggghhh!!!" she screamed, the sharp unexpected pain now penetrating her private haze and waking her into a semi-consciousness. However, inside her confused, staggered brain, Linda interpreted the pain as a good thing. Earlier, Jack had hurt her and then brought her pleasure immediately afterwards, and in her unbalanced frame of mind, she was beginning to make an association between the two sensations: pain was the beginning of pleasure; first came the hurt and then the happiness. Obediently, the girl threw her arms out wide, slightly spreading her legs and offering herself up for another lash of the whip. To Tim, the gesture looked like defiance, and he roared with fury and reared back for another strike.
"You fucking whore!" he growled, just before the belt went sailing through the air again, this time landing on the delicate bruised skin of her velvety loins, causing her to double up in agony, groaning incessantly. It's all right, she was telling herself in the floating mists of her consciousness. After he has hurt me, he will come into me and make me happy. That's the way it is.
"For a year I've been treating you like a baby!" Tim snarled at her, his anger now totally uncontrollable. "Now I'm going to start treating you like the bitch and whore and filthy tramp you are!"
None of this made any particular sense to the young wife, but she obediently spread her legs even farther apart, exciting the furious man with the lust-provoking sight of her delicate hair-lined vaginal crevice, moist and damp from the unwanted sexual encounter she had just finished. Tim Powell found that whipping the naked flesh of his own wife had aroused him frantically, and his cock was once again hard and erect, despite his violent anger. He hesitated for a moment, then remembered his original intention. He had come into this room with the idea of fucking her senseless; why wait any longer?
With a savage grunt, he threw his hard muscular body on top of her lush feminine figure, wasting no time with preliminaries and ramming his rock-hard cock immediately up into the moist softness of her cum-flooded cunt, stuffing her all the way to the hilt. Normally Linda was dry and resistant even when she was doing her best to be a good wife and satisfy him. Now she was moist and well lubricated, her dilated vagina still palpitating and wet from her encounter with Jack Henderson a few minutes before, and that fact only further enraged the hurt young husband.
Wasting no more time, he began to fuck into his dazed wife's overworked cunt with hard brutal strokes, not particularly caring whether he hurt her or not, and in fact hoping that he was. Filled with a sadistic desire to punish her, he fully expected her to cry out with pain as his massive rod of flesh skewered into the softness of her tender belly, and he was prepared to ignore her piteous cries for mercy.
But if she was being hurt, Linda gave no sign of it. Surprisingly, the bewildered bride reaction as if she were totally accustomed to this kind of treatment and were loving every minute of it, undulating her hips upward and wrapping her arms around his neck, unexpectedly and rapidly becoming excited all over again!
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she began to chant tonelessly under her breath as he charged into her with one searing stroke after another. She was still turned on from her experience with Jack a few minutes before, and she had no difficulty reacting passionately to this new lover, given the confusion and disorder in her mind. Unfortunately, Tim understood none of this, only observing that she was still behaving like a debased whore, and this angered him even more. His hard driving loins smacking loudly into the milk-white skin of her belly, the furious young husband fucked his delicate young wife like the lowest whore on the street, ravaging her brutally and cursing her steadily as he lunged into her with one heartless stroke after another.
In Linda's battered abused body, there was no longer any pain or fear, only the delicious sexual excitement of being hurt and then loved by another strong man so soon after the first one had left her. Her awakened loins were now virtually insatiable; dreamily, she felt that she could go on like this all night long, taking one man after another. They could hit her first if they liked, and then come stabbing into her belly as roughly as they pleased. Nothing they did would be too shameful and humiliating for her now. She had changed, and changed for good.
"More, more, more," she chanted mindlessly as her remorseless husband belabored her poor over stimulated body, fucking in and out of her exhausted cunt with all the merciless strength in his hard unyielding body. Instinctively she began to move her body the way she had with Jack Henderson, knowing that it had pleased Jack and naively thinking that she could delight this new man in the same way. Her softly searching hands rippled across the powerful flexing muscles in his broad back, her fingernails scratching lightly across his skin as she tried to pull her husband closer and deeper into the bottomless depths of her churning loins.
Before either one of them knew what was happening, the spasmodic orgasm was upon her, this time even more powerful than it had been before, and she gripped Tim so tightly with her hands that she actually hurt his arms, as she strained with every ounce of strength in her body toward the spasm burning wildly in the pit of her stomach and spreading violently out of control in all directions. Linda's long tapered legs were curling desperately up around his back and the muscles in her neck stood out as she strove for yet another release.
Tim fought back, sensing somehow that he had lost the initiative and knowing he had to get it back. Cruelly, he battered her, but in another moment he realized with a shock that it was all totally useless. She was no longer really conscious of him as her husband or even a human being; he was a cock with a faceless body attached to it, and he was serving her, not the other way around. With a snarl, the young engineer tried to disengage himself, but even this move came too late.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she crooned with a long low gurgle which sounded more animal than human. "I'm . . . I'm cumming again."
The announcement was hardly necessary. Even though her genuine sex life was really only a half-hour old, the dazed young blonde was experiencing another body-shaking orgasm, her firm cuntal muscles clasping so tightly around her husband's aching cock that he found it physically impossible to withdraw his sensitive male-flesh from her body. Instead, the added pressure caught him off guard and drove him inexorably towards his own violent release. With an involuntary groan, Tim felt himself cumming endlessly into the young woman's writhing body, filling her already passion-drenched little cunt with yet another sticky hot load of cum.
"Okay, bitch, you win this round," he growled at her cruelly, still irrationally angry over what he considered to be her adulterous betrayal of him with Jack Henderson. "But wait till I get you home." There was no reply and for a moment, Tim rested where he was, trying to catch his breath and waiting for Linda to say something.
"Ain't no use, buddy," commented Henderson, suddenly entering the bedroom with Giovanna tripping nakedly behind him. "I ain't a doctor, but I think your little wife is out cold."
A second glance confirmed this diagnosis. As the last contractions of her orgiastic spasm faded away, Linda had closed her eyes and drifted off into the welcome bliss of unconsciousness, leaving her husband to withdraw his slowly deflating cock from her motionless body.
"Shit, she really is out," he exclaimed with some alarm. "Hey, maybe we ought to get a doctor . . . maybe we hurt her!"
"Take it easy, Tim," counseled the dark-haired woman calmly. "She's just been fucked half to death and the poor kid isn't used to it! Come into the living room and let's talk this over. I think we've accomplished what we were trying to do and we all deserve a drink. We'll cover Linda with a sheet and let her sleep."
"My God ... my poor little wife," groaned Tim Powell, doing a complete about-face and now sincerely regretting his roughness with her a few minutes before. "God, what have I done to her?"
Jack Henderson threw a comforting arm around his friend's shoulders and led him out of the bedroom while Giovanna made the sleeping blonde woman comfortable and covered her with a light linen sheet.
"No, I think we brought it off, after all," he said seriously, lighting a cigarette and motioning Tim into an easy chair. "The shock to her system must have been enormous, and maybe your little mad act at the end was just what the doctor ordered, even though we didn't have it in the original script. She was obviously shocked out of her wits and there was nothing cold about the way she reacted to either one of us. You told me she'd never had an orgasm before in her life and now she's cum twice in an hour. I'd call that real great progress, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose so," grumbled the taller man, still not entirely satisfied. "But I still can't see why she turned on for you when she never did for me! And she was acting mighty strange in there. Almost as if she didn't even know who it was who was fucking her."
"Just the shock, man, just the shock! A lot of strange things started happening to that little chick just over an hour ago, and it unbalanced her a little. She'll be fine in the morning, and everything'll be perfect. You'll see."
"But why you and not me?" Powell insisted, still riled by this one remaining doubt.
"Because it took another man - any other man would do to supply the necessary shock element. You're her husband and it just isn't shocking to go to bed with your own husband. Besides she saw you banging Giovanna, and that must have gotten her started in the right direction. No, make no mistake about it, you've got a real passionate chick there!
"Everything's going to be perfect," added Giovanna, sitting nakedly in front of the fireplace and smiling up enthusiastically at the two men. "You just wait and see."
Inside the bedroom, Linda Powell turned in her sleep, dreaming some strange indescribable dream. The shock therapy had been successful to a point, and her case of frigidity had been cured forever, there was no longer any room for doubt on this point. But there remained one little problem.
Linda Powell was now out of her mind.
Chapter SIX
"Good God, Tim!" Henderson exploded with irritation. "You're an hour late, man, and we're supposed to be on the other side of town right now."
"Sorry, fella, I... I was unavoidably delayed," mumbled the other man, not meeting his partner's eyes as he entered their spacious, comfortable office in the Williams Building.
"Yeah, you've been unavoidably delayed three days this week . . . hey, are you feeling all right these days? You look sort of hung over to me! Haven't been hitting the bottle, have you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. . . it's just that Linda . . . you know how it is in the morning, you kiss your wife good-by and one thing leads to another ..."
The tall blond engineer grinned sheepishly at his long time friend and slumped tiredly down behind his desk, hoping that the discussion would end there. But Henderson was now interested, since all of this was due to his expert handiwork, and he was anxious to know for sure that his experiment had been a success.
"Yeah? So it's come to that? I notice you're going home for lunch these days, too. Really getting some action, eh?"
"Yes, but you know, friend, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing," Tim Powell admitted reluctantly, "I've always thought of myself as a guy who'll take all that he can get, of almost anything, but Linda's . . . well, she's sort of making up for lost time, if you know what I mean."
"There's some things you can never get too much of, old buddy," suggested Henderson lewdly, congratulating himself inwardly on the success of his first venture into psychotherapy. "And I think screwing is one of them!"
"Well, I don't know, Jack," the engineer confessed awkwardly. "I mean, Linda wants it all the time, morning, noon and night. When I walk in the door after work, she's already got the covers turned down on the bed and she's raring to go. We've got a full work schedule these days, and it's starting to wear me out, that's all."
"Man, everybody should have troubles like yours," laughed Jack, still not taking the matter too seriously. "This is probably still a reaction from our shock treatment, and she'll work her way back to normal before very long."
"Maybe, but it seems to be getting worse," stammered Powell, his eyes still evasive. "And there are other things, too ..."
"Like what?"
"Well, she doesn't seem really normal, buddy. In other things, I mean. Like she hardly ever talks and you remember how chatty she used to be. You ask her a question and sometimes she doesn't even answer, like she's off in some dream world of her own. And she's completely given up housework and the house is a mess. I've had to take my clothing to a laundromat for the past week now or I wouldn't have had a clean shirt to come to work in. She seems to sit around staring off into space and the only time you get any activity out of her is in bed. It's like she was in a fog all of the time."
"Hmmm, I wonder what my book says about that. Come on, we'd better get out on the job, or Williams'll have both our asses. We can worry about this over lunch."
"Can't. I've got to go home for lunch." * * * In twenty seven years of running a hardware store, Mr. George McGlinty had some pretty strange customers, and he often entertained his friends over a beer at the bowling alley telling about the assorted oddballs and nuts who wandered in off the streets, but today did not seem like the kind of day with even one good story in it.
He was dusting the nail bins around three o'clock, when he noticed the young blonde woman staring in the window. She was a young lady worth looking at, too, dressed in an extremely abbreviated miniskirt, and quite obviously not wearing a brassiere, even though she had a very substantial pair of breasts which swayed provocatively as she moved. But there was a dazed, troubled expression on her face which puzzled McGlinty and the storekeeper guessed that she was one of those women who are made nervous by the rough masculine atmosphere of a hardware store. Probably her husband had sent her down for some item of equipment and she had forgotten exactly what it was called.
Pretending not to watch, McGlinty studied her out of the corner of one eye as she walked hesitantly into the store, looking nervously back out at the street, as if she were afraid of being seen by someone.
"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" McGlinty asked, politely, wiping his hands on his apron as he approached. Man, what tits, he was thinking lewdly as he waited for her reply. Sure would love to feel those big beauties. Wonder why her husband lets her wander around dressed like that!
But the voluptuous young blonde failed to respond to his question, instead looking around her uncertainly as if she were searching for something, but did not know the proper name for it.
"Maybe you could describe what you're looking for Ma'am . . . McGlinty began, anxious to be helpful.
"Whips, she said suddenly, her voice low and husky as if she were suffering from some emotional problem. "Do you have any whips?"
"Just a regular whip," she insisted, her bright blue eyes boring into his so hotly that for a moment, McGlinty suspected that she might be an escapee from the insane asylum on the other side of town.
"We used to have whips ..." the merchant stammered, completely puzzled by all of this. "... in my father's time when folks kept horses, we had buggy whips. Remember 'em from when I was a little fella, but..."
"Yes," the young woman cried excitedly. "Give me one of those."
"But we don't have 'em anymore, Ma'am," he apologized lamely. "Been a long time since I seen a horse 'n buggy on Main Street! Maybe if you could explain what you want a whip for, I could suggest somethin' else that would do just as good. Is it for a dog, maybe?"
"A rope like that," the girl pointed, her movements awkward and jerky as if she were a marionette being worked by strings. "You could use that for a whip!"
"I suppose you could," McGlinty conceded, picking up the rope she had indicated and weighing it in his hands. "Sure hate to get hit with this ..." He looked up sharply, seeing that the woman had stepped strangely close to him, her heavy lust-arousing breasts only inches away from his hands. In her eyes, there was a pleading forlorn look, and the storekeeper involuntarily took a step backwards, not quite knowing how to behave.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered unexpectedly, stepping even closer and reaching out towards him, her hands visibly trembling with emotion. "Is there a back room?"
It was difficult to tell which one of them was more upset at this moment. At the bowling alley, McGlinty was known as a man who did a lot of talking about his adventures with the ladies, despite the grey hairs on his forehead, but anyone who had taken a good look at Mrs. McGlinty had serious reason to doubt that the store owner ever really had any of the experiences he described, at least as far as women were concerned.
The tall willowy blonde girl had taken one of the storekeeper's hands and pressed it firmly against her ripe succulent breasts, and the shaken merchant could feel her nipple, hard and swollen, pressing back urgently against the palm of his hand. He looked over her shoulder out at the street in haste, suddenly worried that one of his wife's friends would chance to walk by and see him standing belly to belly with this tall wild-eyed blonde creature, his hands pressed lewdly over her voluptuous young body. This is too good to pass up, he told himself, his mind in a muddle over this unexpected privilege which was being offered to him. Maybe it's some kind of practical joke, or an initiation for one of them sororities, but you gotta take your chances. Wait till the boys at the bowling alley hear about this! They'll never believe me! I'm not sure I believe it myself!
"Yeah, honey," he said, speaking gruffly to cover his nervousness. "Come on with me, I'll show you a real good time, I can promise ..."
"Bring the rope!" she ordered urgently, her brightly feverish eyes narrowed with lust.
"Why?" he gaped, caught thoroughly off balance by this strange new request.
"You have to hit me first," she told him, her voice unbelievably low and throaty as she bent forward towards him, her eyes locked on his and her hands reaching out to cup his genitals. "You have to hurt me and then make me do it, even if I say no . . . Don't stop if I scream a little ..."
It was too much. Knowing he was going to hate himself for this the moment she was out of sight and that he was passing up the chance for the story of his life for the boys at the bowling alley, McGlinty decided that this chick was out of his league. Pressing the rope into her hands, he steered her gently towards the door, muttering incoherently, giving her a firm little shove to make sure she kept moving. She stood on the street, the coiled rope cradled in her arms like a baby, staring madly in the display window at him as he hurriedly put up his "Out to Lunch" sign, even though it was three o'clock in the afternoon, and disappeared out the back door of the shop, heading for the bar across the street. He needed a fast one to get his nerves in order and it was only after the second whiskey that he remembered that he had forgotten to charge her for the rope.
"Jack, I think we'd better get Linda to a doctor. I'm really worried now, and I don't think we'd better try any more experiments either. I think she might have gone around the bend."
"Oh Christ!" responded the other man worriedly, setting his beer down on the counter and lighting a cigarette. The two engineers had been working separately that day, but Tim had called his partner late in the afternoon and proposed a drink at the local bar before returning home, saying that he had something urgent to discuss.
"What's happening specifically?" Jack Henderson demanded, his keenly scientific mind ready to go to work on this perplexing new problem. "Has she turned back into an ice-box again?"
"Shit no, it's worse than ever. No man alive could satisfy her sexual demands and I'm not even sure that a team of specially trained athletes could do the trick either! She wants it more than ever! When my poor tired cock gives out, I use my tongue, and when that gets too tired I use my hand, and she cums and cums and cums again, and then wants to start all over!"
"Wow! Maybe our therapy was a little on the strong side."
"But wait, you haven't heard the worst of it. The other night she asked me to hit her ..."
"To hit her?" responded Henderson incredulously.
"For Christ's sake, keep your voice down, this isn't something I want the whole Goddamn bar to know about. Yes, we were going to bed and I was getting ready for a long night's work when she gets this rope out of her handbag and says that she's been a bad girl because she hasn't done the housework recently, and tells me that I should punish her for it."
"So what did you do?"
"Well, first I tried to talk to her, but talking to Linda these days is a waste of time. She just sits there with that crazy blank expression on her face and then says the same thing she was saying before you started to talk. It's like she doesn't really hear you any more. So after I explained that I loved her and I don't want to hit her with a rope, she looked at me with that same innocent expression and gave me the same business about being a bad girl and deserving to be punished."
"So what did you do? You always did like a little rough stuff once in awhile, if I recall correctly."
"Yeah, well maybe once in awhile, but nothing far out like this. She seems so unhappy, and I want her to enjoy herself, so I tried it a couple of times, but I felt like a character out of one of those cheap French novels. I mean, it just isn't natural, Jack, and we've got to take her to a doctor!"
"Look, this is probably still the readjustment from our shock treatment. She's new at this whole business of having a wild sex life, and she's trying all sorts of things just to discover herself. Just explain to her that whipping is not your cup of tea, and stay close to her until she gets over it. I tell you if you let her take one step inside a shrink's office, you'll spend the rest of your life regretting it. My cousin once went to a psychiatrist and he said the guy was crazier than he was."
"Okay, Jack, maybe you're right. We'll give her another week." * * * The last time that Murphy lost his liquor license, the police report had described Murphy's Bar and Grill as a "dirty, poorly lighted hole which is well known as a hang-out for the refuse of society; pimps and prostitutes, drug addicts and pushers, criminals and con men, bums and homosexuals.
The description had appeared in a local newspaper, and Murphy had been highly flattered by this eloquent statement of actual fact. The clipping was now getting a little yellow with age, but it was still hanging proudly over the bar, just below a photograph of Murphy himself which had been taken by the police photographer on the occasion of his arrest in connection with the transfer of some slightly warm merchandise which had taken place on the premises. Murphy always swore that it was the best picture of him that had ever been taken.
Tonight, the usual gang was in attendance, although the light was so poor that you could hardly see them all at once. Hanging over the marble-top bar talking to Murphy about some nefarious piece of business was Luke, the local second-story man, who had sold many a stolen bit of merchandise to his fellow clients at Murphy's. In the corner talking to one of his prostitutes was the towering and fearful figure of Ted Simonson, a gigantic black haired man who was much respected in the area for his personal success story. Starting his own business at the age of seventeen with only his younger sister and one rather chubby aunt, he had gradually expanded his commercial activities to the point where he now profited from the activities of forty two girls, only a dozen or so of whom actually had syphilis at the moment. In the back room, there was a well-used, battered pool table, and the game in progress was known to have begun after Murphy's last stay in prison in 1967 and to have continued virtually without interruption ever since, despite minor changes in the personalities who wielded the pool cues. Master of this activity was Chubs, a fat belligerent man who reigned as the local pool shark, making a meager but regular living off the occasional suckers who drifted in off the street to try their hand at beating the champion.
Usually, however, no one came into Murphy's who did not know exactly what he was getting himself into. The average tourist or passerby who felt in the mood for a cold beer on a hot day would shun a place like this like the plague. One glance would inform the least sophisticated teenager that this was an excellent place to get himself robbed, raped, murdered or some subtly unpleasant combination of all three. An occasional newcomer would wander in to pick up a girl and be allowed to wander out again in the company of one of Ted's young ladies, since there was a local morality which prevented Luke, for example from picking the pocket of a man trying to give his money to Ted. Naturally, if one of the whores in question found herself in an elegant apartment, she would repay the courtesy by stealing a door key to make things easier for Luke when he came to pay an uninvited midnight call on the unfortunate lover. But the man or woman who ventured in alone was anybody's game and the spoils went to the hustler who hustled fastest.
"There will be no murders on the premises," Murphy was fond of saying, "unless absolutely necessary." * * * Linda shivered violently as she steered the big luxury car unsteadily over to the curb and parked. The thoughts drifting through the deranged young woman's head were vague and fragmentary and she looked around herself with absolute terror, wondering what part of town she could possibly be in at this hour of night. Nothing looked familiar, and the only light was the neon sign from a nearby bar called Murphy's. Suppose Tim wakes up and finds I'm gone? she kept asking herself. What will he do?
Why did you come here? she questioned herself unhappily, what are you looking for? The troubled young woman shook her head in something close to despair. Questions, questions, there were a million questions in her weakened mind and not one decent answer. She had awakened in the middle of the night feeling that strange agonizing sensation all over again. Desperately needing to talk to someone, she had tried to wake Tim up to get him to make love to her again and bring her the only relief which was possible for her, but her husband was utterly exhausted and had simply rolled over on his stomach, put the pillow over his head, and promptly gone back to sleep.
Why did you come here? Linda looked down at her voluptuous body, trying to remember what had been going through her mind when she left the house at two-thirty in the morning, driving off into the dead of night. She was dressed in the same short minidress she had worn that terrible night when she and Tim had gone to visit with Jack and Giovanna. For some reason, she had a terrible compulsion to wear this dress, and had fallen into the strange habit of putting it on during the day while Jack was away at the office. It had now grown tattered and soiled, and she repressed a sob as she studied herself in the rear-view mirror, realizing that she looked like the cheapest slut on the street.
Why did you come here? She was shivering again, trying to concentrate, trying to pull herself together and remember. She was looking for something, something which would ease the aching, the longing deep within her loins. Where was she? The sign said Murphy's Bar and Grill. Was it here, the satisfaction, the peace she was longing for? Why did she come here?
Unsteadily, the young blonde woman emerged from the car, leaving the door open behind her as she stumbled across the pavement towards the open door of the bar. Dressing, in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, she had forgotten to fasten the top few buttons on her short, inadequate dress, and her lush, well developed body was dangerously exposed, the tempting swell of her full succulent breasts showing over the top of her tattered dress.
"Well, lookit what we got here!" called a raucously lecherous voice as she entered the dark shadowy bar, her eyes roaming dreamily over the scene which confronted her. There was fly paper hanging from the ceiling where a big rusty fan turned languidly, barely disturbing the fetid smoking air of the place. Murphy silenced the joker with a warning frown and moved to the center of the bar, running a damp rag over the marble surface as he surveyed the strange arrival with genuine interest. The appearance of a girl like this - obviously someone with real class, but dressed like a bum - in the middle of the night was something rather unusual, and Murphy had not yet decided how to handle the situation. For starters, it was always wisest to play it straight, and he arranged his evil, weather-beaten features into the semblance of a smile and addressed her respectfully.
"What'll it be, Miss?" he inquired, wondering if she could possibly be lost and want directions.
"Uh? ..." the girl seemed surprised that he should ask such a question and Murphy changed his mind again, now shrewdly concluding that she was already drunk out of her mind.
"I asked what you'd like to have, lady." he said again, his politeness descending another notch. With a visible effort, however, the young woman pulled herself together enough to answer his question.
"A whiskey," she stammered. "A whiskey."
"Any special kind?" he inquired, trying to decide precisely what kind of a sucker this was and how she should be handled. The girl had a body which was pure dynamite, something that any damn fool could observe, since most of it was plainly visible, and as she slowly hoisted herself onto a bar stool, her short flimsy skirt rode up another few inches, giving everyone in the bar a good look at her long cream-white thighs. A real classy bitch, everyone in the room thought in unison. But what the hell is she doing here?
"Any kind of whiskey," she responded dully, the same dreamy, vacant look invading her serious blue eyes. For the first time since 1967, the pool game in the back room broke up and men came filtering out to take a good look at this incredible young woman. Linda felt a dozen lewd eyes staring at her lustfully and began to feel a hot, nervous blush stealing up over her face, and she self-consciously fumbled with the buttons on her dress, impelled by a natural desire to cover herself more completely in the presence of all these lecherous men. Her hands trembled as she played with the buttons, and she succeeded only in unbuttoning two more, exposing her full deep breasts even farther, an accident which delighted all those who were watching.
Murphy glanced meaningfully at his cohorts as he studied this unusually nervous business going on in front of him, since from where he stood, it looked like a deliberately provocative gesture. Why was the bitch unbuttoning her dress? Wasn't there enough of her showing already? They would be happy to look at whatever she chose to show them, but there was something very strange going on here, and Murphy had still not quite figured out what it was.
Linda looked with surprise at the drink before her, having forgotten that she ordered it. Feeling embarrassed and ill at ease, she drank it off quickly, choking a little as the cheap bar whiskey burned its way searingly down her untrained throat.
"You musta been thirsty, lady," commented Murphy, exchanging a glance with Ted Simonson. "You want another shot?"
Linda nodded dumbly, and the bartender poured her another glass, thinking that even if nothing else developed, he would at least sell her some whiskey. He watched as the young blonde beauty swallowed the second whiskey and then the old bartender's instinct in him took over. Don't ever let a drunk get too many drinks ahead of you!
"That'll be a buck-fifty, lady," he informed her. "We like to have our customers pay when they're served."
"Uh?" she looked him in the eye questioningly, as she had not understood.
"A buck-fifty," he enunciated more clearly. "One dollar and fifty cents."
Another circle of confusion settled over the bewildered young housewife, and she looked around her wildly, half expecting to see Tim step up with his wallet out and pay the sum requested. A thought was penetrating the swirling mists in her head: he was asking for money. She did not have any money. She had brought nothing with her when she left the house.
"I'll go home and get some money," she offered, sliding uneasily off the bar stool and taking a couple of tentative steps toward the door. "I forgot my purse."
"Honey, you're the best looking deadbeat we've had in here for many a year," Murphy commented laconically, motioning to Luke to intercept her as she hurried frightened towards the door. The bartender watched impassively as the second-story man sprang agilely across the sawdust covered floor, seizing the terrified young stranger by one delicate arm and dragging her back to the bar.
"Ted, take a quick look around outside," Murphy commanded, promptly taking charge of the situation. "Make sure she hasn't got anyone with her."
"Righto," responded the pimp, and he moved his big bulky body to the door, glancing right and left before pulling his head back and announcing that the coast was clear.
Murphy studied the shivering girl in front of him, thinking hard. There were a variety of interesting things he could do with this little bitch, but for the moment, a little personal pleasure might be in order, after which he could begin to think in terms of personal profit. Letting her walk out of here untouched was positively the last thing in his mind.
"Now Miss, you owe us a dollar and fifty cents and yet you claim you don't have any money," he muttered at her menacingly, pretending to be upset about the two whiskeys he had fed her.
"I'm sorry," she managed to stammer unhappily. "I assure you that I'll pay just as soon as I can ..."
"Unfortunately, that's not good enough, dearie. When you come into a bar you're supposed to bring your money with you. I'm afraid we're going to have to make you work it off."
"Work it off?" she repeated vaguely, not comprehending the direction of his thought.
"That's right, dearie, work it off. Now why don't we step into the back room where we can all get to know each other a little better?"
Murphy's words were phrased in the form of a question, but he was not really asking her anything. Understanding immediately what he had in mind, Luke and Ted Simonson closed in on her from either side, their hard hands capturing her arms and wheeling her toward the pool room.
"You see, my dear," Murphy continued sarcastically as he followed them into the back room and shut the door firmly behind him. "A high-class place like this usually has some entertainment for our customers. We were scheduled to have Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald here tonight, but they couldn't make it so you'll have to put on a show for us."
"But I don't know how to sing!" she wailed unhappily, still not quite understanding the terribly dangerous situation she had gotten herself into.
"That's okay, baby," Murphy replied with a sinister laugh. "We'll teach you."
Chapter SEVEN
It was like a kaleidoscope, a frightening mental kaleidoscope, and colors and images and figures and fantasies all started up again, whirling madly around her head coming at her in droves like bats diving out of the swirling darkness and then swooping away again into the shadows leaving her suddenly alone once more in a crowded place with strange grinning people all around her and no one beside her to protect her from the evil around her or even worse the evil she was discovering within. Now do you know why you came here? asked a voice, disembodied and ghostly, seeming to come from somewhere inside of her own crippled mind. You came here for this . . .
"Stay away from me ... " she mumbled, backing away from the menacing figure of a man who seemed to be approaching her from the front. Who was he? What did he want?
"We'd like you to do a little strip-tease for us, baby," another voice was saying." A little entertainment, eh?"
"Show us yer tits!" called out another roughly, and there was a harsh invading hand squeezing the sensitive tip of her left breast as the crowd backed her into the pool table, lewd hungering lips trying to fasten themselves against her open mouth. The hand on her delicate breast was twisting the tender rosy bud of her nipple cruelly and the pain shot through her body, helping a little to clear her mind. You wanted it, she told herself accusingly, as if she were really two people having a bitter argument, one a good, modest little housewife and the other, an utterly degenerate whore. You came here to be hurt and abused and humiliated, so don't cry now when it's starting to happen. There's no way out now!
No! The other half of her brain argued as she began to feel the pawing, insistent hands on her body, I want to be home with my husband. I don't want to be here!
"I don't want to be here," she said suddenly, speaking in an unexpectedly calm almost contemplative tone of voice.
"I don't imagine you do," responded Murphy equally philosophically, "But you should have thought of that before you walked in the door. Up on the table now."
There were the same hands again crawling over her, more than she could count, and the young woman felt herself being lifted up into the air and tossed brutally on the pool table like a sack of potatoes. But the hard, demanding hands felt good on her body and she moaned a little as they hurt her, now knowing for sure that she wanted to be hurt and that they were really playing her game. They would hurt her and then make her happy. That was how it worked. To be happy you had to suffer a little first, and now was the time for suffering . . .
Murphy stood back in open-mouthed wonder as he watched his greasy criminal crew of cohorts stretch the girl out unresistingly on the pool table. Even Chubs was looking cheerful, despite the fact that his pool game had been interrupted just as he was about to relieve a sucker of the better part of a week's wages. Pool was fun, but what was coming up here was even more fun and they could always clear the table off afterwards and get back to serious business. The men were clustered around the table eagerly, waiting for someone to make the first move, and for Murphy to instruct them all what the first move would be. This was going to be a night to remember, they had all understood that immediately when the tall blonde girl had wandered in off the street. Luke was hoping desperately to be one of the first ones to fuck her so that he could steal the woman's car, stash it someplace safe for the night, and be back in time for seconds before the other mugs had screwed her silly.
And the nicest thing about the whole situation was the fact that the well-developed young blonde woman seemed to be so far out of it that she hardly realized what was being done to her. Whether she had taken some mind destroying drug or was just drunk out of her head, no one was sure. But she wasn't fighting back and Murphy was even entertaining the sneaking suspicion that she had known precisely what she was doing when she walked in the door.
A rich bitch, out doing a little slumming, he told himself with satisfaction. One of those society ladies who can't get enough from her old man, so she takes an occasional trip down here to find some real experts. Well, she's found 'em!
As they studied her, Linda lay spread-eagled on the table, too fogged up mentally to remember what her mother had taught her as a little girl about keeping her legs together. As a result, her long white loosely-spread legs were dangling askew, her skirt had ridden up so high that the bright pink panties she was wearing were plainly visible to every masculine eye in the room. Two men moved into position on either side of her lust-inspiring body and tugged her legs even farther apart, their lecherous hands pawing the softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs and their eyes feasting on the golden pubic hairs which were showing around the edges of the elastic of her panties.
The girl's eyes focusing and unfocusing as her mind spun around like a merry-go-round, and she found a strangely delightful weakness flowing liquidly through her body as if she were being slowly but surely emerged in some highly perfumed bath of aromatic oriental balm. She was floating in warmness and her mind struggled valiantly for control over her helplessly body.
"Boys, as the proprietor of this here establishment," Murphy was announcing proudly. "I git to be the first man in, and you younger fellas can stand around and take notes if you wanna, because ol' Murphy here is a real master at this sorta thing. Watch me turn this chick on so bad that she'll be coming in here every day, jus' beggin' me for more."
"I'm second," claimed Luke, still worrying that someone else would get to the young woman's car before he did. An expensive, late-model job like that could be worth close to a grand if he could get somebody to repaint it another color and change the plates before morning. But he was unwilling to pass up his chance at the car's good looking owner before he left, even if some damn hoodlum snatched the car out from under him while he was in here getting his rocks off.
"An' I'm right after Luke," put in the heavy-bodied pimp. "She's pretty good looking, but who knows if she can fuck? But if she's any good, I'll give her a job. I can always use one more babe, and with this one, I could make a small fortune."
"We could make a small fortune," corrected Murphy promptly, feeling that his proprietorial interests were being challenged. "After all, it's me she's in debt to and this is my place and my pool table we're going to fuck 'er on. After we've all had a go at 'er, you put out the word that there's some real fine pussy available here at a moderate price and we'll see how much dough we can take in before morning."
Linda lay quietly, the fiery lusts within her tormented body threatening to overwhelm the last remnants of self-respect and morality she still had left within her. They were going to fuck her, that much she had already understood. This dirty criminal crowd of vicious depraved men were going to take turns thrusting their murderous cocks into her belly, and then when they had satisfied themselves, they would sell her to others, auctioning her off like a piece of meat. No! She could not let them do it!
This is what you came here for, the evil voice in her head reminded her. You can fight all you want but you can never escape from me, because I'm you!
Murphy stepped up proudly to the side of the pool table, frankly a little surprised that there had been no real challenge to his right to go first, and delighted at the opportunity to shoot his searing load of cum into her virginal cunt before the others got her all messed up. It had been a good many years since the bartender had had anything this clean and this young, and as his eyes focused on the zone between her legs, he could see the shadowy, inviting triangle through the flimsy cotton material, and his twitching cock reacted to this exciting visual stimulation by straightening out inside of his pants and hardening quickly as his thoughts became more and more wildly erotic. But before he went to work, there were some elementary precautions to be taken. He wanted to stage it so that no one could later accuse him of having raped the girl. This meant getting her verbal consent, so that everyone could hear it and be able to testify that she had walked in of her own free will, asking for it, just in case there was trouble later with the law.
"And now, dearie, I am going to fuck you," he informed her brutally, his hand stealing out to stroke the cotton covered "Vee" of her pussy. "Would you like that?"
In fact, the deliberately vile touch of his menacing hand was sending electric rays of forbidden pleasure through her sex-maddened body, but from somewhere deep inside of her, she found the courage to answer him back.
"No," she whispered, unable to give her consent, even though she knew by now that this was exactly what she wanted. I must not let them degrade me, she was frantically telling what was left of her mind. My sanity is slipping away. I've got to hold on . . .
"Perhaps you don't understand me, little one," the bar tender continued in a sinister tone of voice, his fingers stealing lewdly up beneath the elastic-rimmed material of her bright pink panties and coming into direct contact with the soft sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips. "I was asking you if you'd like to have me shove my big thick cock up inside this sweet little cunt you have here. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Noooooooo!" the young housewife groaned in anguish, twisting her slender buttocks this way and that in a desperate effort to escape from the ravages of his lewdly probing hand.
"Now I'm going to ask you again, love," he threatened, his voice becoming sterner, "and if I don't get the right answer, I'm going to become very difficult about that dollar and a half you owe me. Did you come here to get fucked?" As he spoke, the merciless ex-convict's fingers found their way to the fragile tissue of her tiny pink clitoris, and he tugged on it relentlessly, bringing an involuntary cry of agony to her dry parched lips.
"Yes, anything you want," she sobbed violently, "Please ..."
"You boys hear that?" crowed Murphy proudly. "I think there might have been a few people who didn't hear you, love. Why don't you tell me real loud and clear. Tell us how bad you want to be fucked!" As he spoke, the vicious man gave another painful twist to the fearfully trembling clitoris which was nestled up between her legs, forcing the girl to scream in desperate anguish.
"Yes!" she panted, now realizing that they meant to torture the words out of her. "Please fuck me! Do anything you want to me!" she screamed, willing to say any obscene word they told her to. The fine-bodied blonde girl closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the terrible sight of this leering, torturing man who loomed over her so threateningly, but the moment her eyelids were closed, the darkness of her mental fog began to close in on her again, and she started to hear the same voice she had heard before, the voice of the bad Linda, the little girl who had been evil and now was longing to be punished for it.
The lusty crew of men around her were really excited now, and she could smell the odor of his sweat as Murphy's arms reached out over her, unfastening the buttons which ran down the front of her dress. The brief, sexy minidress unbuttoned all the way to her slender waist, and Linda sighed in depraved relief as the cool night air swept over her naked breasts, suddenly denuded as Murphy cruelly yanked the minidress down over her milk-white shoulders. Strong, merciless hands seized her from all sides, lifting her up into the air to allow the vicious bartender to slip both the dress and her hot pink nylon panties down over her trembling thighs. When she felt herself being lowered back down again onto the smooth felt surface of the pool table, she was totally naked, her long tapered legs still stretched obscenely apart and her arms being held tightly over her head so that she could barely move.
It doesn't matter now, she mumbled to herself, a feeling of intense submissiveness sweeping over her. You asked for it and now you're going to get it. Naked, she pronounced the word over and over again in her head, you're naked in a roomful of complete strangers! The terrible shame started to hit her again and she wanted to open her eyes, knowing that seeing what was going on around her would bring back her sanity just a little and lift the clouds which were keeping her mind paralyzed and immobile. She fought for her sanity like a drowning woman struggling to keep her head above water while the darkness and mist swept inexorably over her, but somehow she managed to raise her eyelids and look around her, her blue eyes looking frightened.
The bright lamp directly over the pool table had the effect of making most of these men invisible, and the only figure she could see clearly was Murphy, the man who had won the right to be the first to molest her poor tormented body. Looking down through the narrow valley created by her full, firmly set breasts, now naked and exposed to the world, Linda could see the man stripping off his clothing as fast as he could, finally balancing awkwardly on one leg to slip off his pants and taking the trouble to lay them neatly over the back of a chair.
As he moved forward, she began to pray for the madness to return. If only it would come back and stay and she could be permanently crazy! Or go away forever and leave her permanently sane! But it did neither, creeping up on her and forcing her into situations like this and then slipping quietly away again to leave her defenseless against the results of her own insane behavior.
It was going to start. She could not see his penis, but she knew that he was naked and he was reaching out for her, about to put his hands upon her helpless body!
He touched her, running his hands lustfully over her quivering stomach and using his fingers to dig viciously into the defenseless sanctuary of her vagina, causing her to thrash back and forth on the pool table like a woman possessed. A terrific mental battle began to rage within the young housewife's shattered mind, a battle to keep this pleasure, this unwanted unacceptable sinful pleasure from overwhelming her. Her eyes wide open, she stared directly into the naked light bulb hanging a few feet over her head, and her sharp fingernails bit deeply into the palms of her hands in a deliberate effort to give herself enough pain to forget about the depraved stimulation racing through her overtaxed nervous system.
But the lascivious barman understood none of the torment which was going on inside her head. For him, all that mattered was the fact that he now had this voluptuously naked young woman at his complete and utter disposal. He would use her himself until he was tired of her and then he would hand her over to his friends. It would be good for business, and he would enjoy watching them, just as they would enjoy watching him. Her problems were her business. If she didn't want to get fucked, then why had she waltzed in here in the middle of the night to start with?
Linda groaned something unintelligible, even to herself, feeling the cool air rushing over the hotly pulsing bud of her exposed clitoris. The erotic sensation seemed to be starting in the pit of her stomach and spreading out in all directions until it reached her softly mounded breasts, stimulating the tender flesh of her tantalized nipples until she thought they would burst into flames. The muscles in her firm tapered thighs relaxed suddenly and the two men who were holding her ankles capitalized upon the opportunity to draw her legs even farther apart, giving Murphy the maximum possible access to the intimate portions of her lust-arousing body.
Pushing her nakedly unresisting thighs as far apart as they would go, the lecherous bar owner heaved himself up on the table and crawled forward on his hands and knees, his short thick cock dangling lewdly beneath his rather considerable stomach. Encouraged by the obscene shouts and laughter of his criminally minded friends, he lowered his face and ran his tongue wetly all the way from the girl's widespread pussy-flesh through the gentle depression of her navel and up to the quivering white mounds of her breasts where he paused to bite and tweak the fear-stiffened buttons of her nipples until she groaned crazily with distress.
Beneath him, Linda felt her destroyed mind begin to fade out again like a flashlight with weak batteries, leaving her alone with her madness. Her eyes sought out the man's lust-swollen penis and she studied it for a long minute, comparing it to her husband Tim's and realizing with a sudden shock that it was considerably shorter.
But it made no difference. He had what she needed right now, and long or short, it would have to do the job! She was in no position to be fussy.
But something buried deep within her sub-consciousness still rebelled at what was being done to her and the girl's body began to writhe madly around on the pool table as she recoiled from the lewd impalement which was coming closer and closer with every passing second. Her legs kicked out to the sides, causing the men who were pinning her to the green felt surface to tighten their grip on her ankles and swear at her for having put them to this extra effort.
"Come on, Murphy," someone called impatiently. "We're gonna shoot off in our pants in another minute if you don't get going. There's a lotta guys here waiting!"
Murphy mumbled an obscenity in reply, his heavy body settling down on top of Linda's soft pliant flesh, his weight crushing her succulently full breasts as he let himself sink down upon her.
Things began to change very rapidly at that point, and even as the disgust at what she was doing overwhelmed her in waves of horrid revulsion, the blonde-haired young woman instinctively began to curl her long smooth legs up around the man's buttocks, unconsciously urging him to plunge his short thick penis into the hungering depths of her naked belly. Murphy was wasting no time, knowing that the patience of his cohorts could only be stretched so far, and he reached down underneath her hotly flexing buttocks and lifted her up with a sudden abrupt motion, raising her futilely struggling body into the air while he guided his thick fleshy cock-head into the clasping depths of her wide-held pussy. Linda grunted, feeling him push bluntly past the blood-swollen lips of her churning vagina, and then braced herself for him to come pounding into the depths of her yearning belly.
But the charge never came and she wiggled her buttocks energetically, trying to drive him farther up into her.
"Come on! Come on!" she hissed at him insanely. "Fuck me . . . deeper!" Arching her back as if it were made out of rubber, she splayed her long elegant legs out as far as her straining muscles would permit in the hopes that he had more to give, but with a sob of despair, she realized that this was not going to do the trick. He was too short by half! A groan of frustration poured from her agonized lips, and the maddened young housewife thrashed her head back and forth, sobbing out her distress as Murphy pounded in and out of her with short violent strokes. Trying to compensate with energy for what he lacked in basic equipment, the bartender ran his mouth obscenely over all the parts of her breathtaking body he could reach without letting his diminutive cock slip out of her, lapping fiendishly at the ripe swollen buds of her nipples and fastening his lips over her opened mouth. All of this merely had the effect of exciting Linda more, however, without bringing her a step closer to the satisfaction she was praying for, and the girl's body began to jerk and convulse rapidly as she tried with every inch of strength in her long slender body to bring herself to an orgasm. Murphy had learned over the years how to make up for his shortcomings, but the bizarre idea of fucking a helplessly demented woman on a pool table in the full view of all his friends was exciting the bar owner beyond endurance, and he could not stop himself as his stout burly body stormed unceasingly towards release.
Linda groaned in abject frustration as his plunging cock suddenly stiffened and began to spew its seething secretions deep into the hidden recesses of her anguished womb. It was too soon, too fast, she gasped to herself, her mind now completely overwhelmed with erotic images and fantasies, which permitted her to think of nothing else than the satisfaction her body craved so desperately. He's too short. Isn't there a man here? Still trying to push herself that last half inch toward her own much-needed orgasm, the young girl rubbed her hungering loins up against the man's slowly deflating penis, but it was useless. Murphy was already worried about his bar, afraid that someone would come in while he was so lewdly occupied and make off with his best Scotch. There would be time for this little chick again later, and perhaps he would put on a better performance after he had had a couple of stiff drinks.
The group crowded anxiously around the table as Luke moved happily into position, ready to try his hand at pleasing the strange midnight visitor. The man saw that she was really out of it now, long past the point where she could object to anything they decided to do to her.
Oh hurry, hurry, hurry, she was moaning inside her mind, rolling frantically back and forth in her torment on the soft green felt top of the pool table as she waited for the next man who wanted to abuse her defenseless body. Come into me, please, she thought, her brain still too confused to allow her to form intelligible phrases and sentences.
But Luke was allowing himself the luxury of taking his time. It was his turn and the others could not really start harassing him until at least a few minutes had passed. The second-story man had never found a woman who wanted to share his hazardous hand-to-mouth existence, and his love-life had always been irregular and depraved, largely restricted to the collection of whores who worked for his friend Ted Simonson. Never before in his long criminal career had he ever had anything remotely this young, this fresh, and this good looking. He quickly tore the dirty clothing from his husky body, hardly able to convince himself that all of this was going to be his, and for free! Scanning her voluptuously undulating body, his lecherous eyes fell on the young woman's high, hugely-set breasts, and a sordid idea came slipping obscenely into his mind. There was something he had always wanted to try with a big-breasted woman, and Simonson's girls would never allow him to do it. This chick, on the other hand, did not have much to say in the matter. Without delaying any further, the thief clambered up on the pool table, throwing one hairy leg over her stomach as she lay writhing beneath him, groaning with unsatisfied desire. His heavy sperm-filled balls dragged obscenely across her belly as the second-story man - inched his way steadily forward, his hardening penis sliding along ahead of him until it wormed its way up into the temptingly soft valley formed by her full fleshy breasts.
What is he doing? wondered Linda half-sleepily, wishing desperately he would stop this idle nonsense and get down to what she really wanted him to do . . . fuck her!
But unfortunately, the depraved criminal had other ideas in mind. He had always had an idea that this ought to be possible, providing the woman's breasts were big and soft enough and the girl herself was willing, which this one certainly seemed to be.
"No, please, come into me the regular way," she sobbed pleadingly as she sensed his throbbingly hardened instrument flexing softly against the delicate skin of her high mountainous breasts. But Luke merely ignored her, reaching down on either side of her and pushing the two tantalizing mounds together so that her puckered little nipples were almost touching, looking at him like two crossed brown eyes. His burning cock-shaft was trapped between the two soft succulent masses of feminine flesh, but Luke was far from complaining. Instead he began to rock himself slowly back and forth, withdrawing his penis until the fiery red tip disappeared into the two soft mounds of flaccid flesh, and then thrusting forward again so that his iron-hard cock burrowed its way through her tortured breasts like a snake ploughing through soft wet mud.
"Not like that!" she moaned, almost sick with disappointment. This perversion was merely having the effect of exciting her more, and it would be impossible for her to have the slightest sexual satisfaction in a bizarre arrangement like this. These men seemed to be deliberately cheating her! She had not come for this! But Luke was not interested in her little problems, and he grinned happily at his fellow criminals in the bar's back room as he shoved harder and faster, grunting with this unaccustomed expenditure of energy. Lewd little droplets of semen were already beginning to ooze from the desire-hardened tip of his plunging rod, serving to lubricate this artificial cunt he had created for his own amusement, and the man doubled his stroke, nearly tearing the soft delicate skin on her chest as he skewered harder and harder in between her firmly pressed breasts.
Linda found she could not take her horror stricken eyes off this degenerate scene and she watched with stunned fascination as the huge bulbous tip of Luke's burrowing rod of flesh appeared and disappeared between her two tightly squeezed breasts, each time depositing another tiny drop of white sticky sperm on the broad expanse of her chest. Suddenly she heard him groan insanely as if he were choking on something and she looked up to see that his face was twisted and contorted by passion. He was cumming! A woman in her right mind would have turned her head, but Linda was too dazed to understand exactly what was going on around her and she twisted her head around again to be able to see her own lushly swollen breasts, glancing down just in time to see the fiery hot jets of this white cum streaming out of the wildly ejaculating head of his cock, drenching her chin and neck and heaving breasts with floods of the pungent-smelling liquid.
"Oh, why didn't you do it to me?" she screamed in total despair, ready to cry with frustration.
I hope you left the keys in your car, baby, Luke was thinking anxiously as he eased his exhausted cock out of the unnatural passage he had created for his own pleasure and prepared to yield his place to the next man in line. The hoodlums in the room were becoming restless by now, and Linda could feel rough hands again creeping lewdly over her vulnerably exposed young body, pinching her cum-covered breasts and invading the narrow space up between her long shapely legs, as if they were all trying to convince themselves that this was a real live girl and not some figment of their communal imagination.
"Ted." Murphy was calling, directing traffic like a policeman. "You're next and don't take all night! You get more of it than the rest of us put together, anyway, so you really should wait until last."
The hulking pimp smiled grimly at this allusion to his well-known sexual prowess. With a fleet of prostitutes at his command, it was perfectly true that the big man could have just about anything he wanted whenever he wanted it, but the fact was that a man got tired of whores after awhile, since they all tended to behave in precisely the same way. In addition, none of his hired girls looked remotely like Linda. After a few weeks on the streets, they all seemed to look about the same, suspicious, weather-beaten, overused. This girl, on the other hand, was fresh as a daisy, and Simonson's expert eye had already determined that she was fairly new at the game of love. She was still reasonably tight, which meant that she had not had many men in her life, and certainly no one his size.
There was a murmur of anticipation as the successful pimp casually lowered his pants and tore the shirt off of his massive chest. The size of the man's sexual organ was a standing joke in the neighborhood, and as he stepped into the small circle of light around the pool table, the company could see his hardening penis shoot forward from his body like the blunt end of a baseball bat with two regulation sized baseballs hanging menacingly between his legs. The air in the room was becoming heavy with sweat and the lust-inciting odor of semen which was now staining the green felt cloth of the pool table, much to Chubs' displeasure. Why don't they fuck their girls somewhere else, he complained to himself, moving closer to get a better view. No point in messing up a perfectly good pool table over a girl!
But the others were too excited to be this practical about the matter, and there was a ripple of excited comments as Ted approached the table, now buck-naked and striding confidently forward, secretly enjoying in advance the terrified look he knew would come into her eyes the moment she got a good close look at his heavy-duty equipment.
The moment came. As the big, powerfully built man slung his body up on the table, his mammoth penis waved alarmingly in Linda's direction and her horrified eyes took in the menacing rod of swollen male flesh which was pointing in her direction. As she realized exactly what this was going to mean to her, the native instinct of self-preservation took over, and her mind whirled instantly with terror.
He's too big! He'll split me in two with that thing! she thought, fear ricocheting through her head, as she imagined the tender sensitive flesh of her vagina being ripped asunder by this gigantic cock. She wiggled wildly, struggling to break free, but the men tightened their hold on her slender ankles, helpfully drawing her lust-provoking thighs even farther apart as Ted knelt in between her knees, stroking his penis to bring it to its full state of hardness. Linda's classic features were contorted in the most complete anguish that any of them had ever seen, and had there been a decent man among them, he would have felt himself compelled to come to her defense. But decent men did not make a habit of hanging around Murphy's Bar and Grill this hour of the night, and a cruel ripple of laughter echoed around the room as they all enjoyed the young blonde woman's abject unhappiness.
Without warning, Ted fell forward, knocking the breath out of the startled young housewife's body and covering her completely with his big muscular form. Wasting no time, the big man thrust his hips forward, his murderous cock-head searching for the tiny opening up between her legs while she writhed around frantically trying to avoid the inevitable impalement. Ted raised himself on his elbows to give himself more room to maneuver, the large throbbing head of his cock feeling its way through the moist cum-soaked tangle of pubic hair guarding the entrance to her vagina. Slowly, the huge bulbous head settled into the red-rimmed slit, and the moment the pimp felt himself dead on target, he flicked his hips brutally forward, burying the blood-filled tip of his penis an inch or so up inside her suffering body, painfully stretching the fragile elastic flesh of her cuntal lips.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned in agony. There was at least eight inches more of him to come pummeling into her, but the torment had already begun and the girl desperately kicked her legs and ground her buttocks down into the unyielding surface of the pool table in a frantic effort to escape. But it was no use. Eager hands pinned her to the table as Ted rocked sadistically back and forth above her, trying to widen the entrance before proceeding to the next state of this torturous impalement.
There were a babble of voices inside the girl's unbalanced brain and fear was competing with desire for supremacy. She had wanted to be hurt, yes, but not murdered and some portion of her mind which was still quite sane told her clearly that she could never take all of this man's lust-knotted cock up inside of her. It was just too big. No woman could ever make love to a man constructed like this!
But these were Linda's thoughts, not Ted's, and the giant ploughed forward a second time, driving himself heartlessly another inch or two into her inflamed vagina, ignoring her cries for mercy. The other men in the room seemed to be hypnotized by the drama taking place before them and they fell silent, hanging over the pool table with absolute attention, watching this white-skinned young beauty being raped and humiliated by their companion, and enjoying every bit of her suffering.
'' Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyhhhhhhhh!" she screamed again, causing Murphy to look around nervously. About the last thing he wanted to see was the cops at this hour of the night, and if he lost his liquor license again, it would take one hell of a bribe to get it back.
"Come on, finish it!" he ordered Simonson sharply, not wanting to take the chance of a prolonged series of screams from their helpless victim. The big man obliged, gathering his knees under him for better balance, and then skewering forward with one brutal lunge which carried his heavily throbbing cock all the way home.
The sensation of this cruel invasion was too intense even to permit Linda to scream this time, and she emitted only a deep throaty grunt. She could hardly breathe and for a moment it seemed as if his cock were extending all the way up inside her trembling contorting body to the back of her throat. His heavy sperm-filled balls were tapping lightly against the unprotected cheeks of her buttocks and his huge muscular cock lay deep inside her, imbedded to the hilt while the over-stretched muscles of her cunt tried desperately to adjust themselves to this massive new presence.
Ted held still for a moment, physically incapable of moving until her body had adapted at least a little to his huge blood-engorged hardness and the pressure slacked off a little. He studied her face like the expert cocksman he was, waiting until a hint of relaxation crept into her pain-contorted features before making an effort to start moving again. Down below, he could feel the tortured walls of her cunt begin to secrete the orgiastic juices which would lubricate his powerful member, and the man slowly started to ease himself in and out of her tormented womb, moving from side to side as he thrusted in order to widen the suffering passage until it fitted him perfectly.
The men crowded around the pool table would not have dreamed it possible, but within a matter of a minute, the girl showed every sign of having made the necessary adjustment. It seemed impossible that the tight, tiny little cunt they had all examined with such dedicated attention a few minutes before could be expanded to this extent, but the evidence was clear, and the giant began a slow lewd sawing motion, searing his way in and out of her widely-stretched pussy without producing anything stronger than an occasional uncomfortable groan from the demented woman's lips.
It was happening again, confirming in Linda's addled mind the insanely bizarre association the girl was beginning to make between pain and pleasure. Simonson had hurt her badly a moment ago when he had forced his oversized cock into her timidly pulsating little cunt, but now the pain was slowly easing, and soon its place would be taken by pleasure. It had happened before and Linda found herself desiring the pain as much as the pleasure. A weird sensation of mindlessly foolish happiness was flooding over her abused body as the big man increased the tempo of his strokes, rocking back and forth inside of her slowly moistening cunt as he balanced on his elbows and knees, his buttocks protruding into the air as he used the weight of his body to lend power to his thrusts. Linda's hips began to answer his every motion, gyrating endlessly on the soft tickling felt of the pool table, and the men who were holding her ventured to relax their pressure just a little, allowing her legs to cling to the sides of his churning body, almost urging fucking into her harder and deeper.
"Oh, please ... do it like that," she crooned mindlessly, her voice artificially high and light as she sank deeper and deeper into the intoxication of her deranged lust. "Fuck me like that, Mister, fuck as hard as you can!"
Linda's body seemed to be floating now, swaying in a myriad of hands which were touching her lewdly from all sides. Her open eyes stared around the room and she saw to her insane delight that half the men around the table were naked by now, all impatient to take their turn at abusing her fair and battered body. There were cocks wherever she looked, hard unrelenting cocks which would come into her one after another, bringing her pleasure and pain, it hardly made a difference at this point. With every stroke, Simonson's penis seemed to get longer and harder, and she felt as if she could go on fucking like this all night and all day. The young blonde housewife was in heaven; there was nothing better than this and she finally had found an answer for the cold sane voice in the back of her head which had tormented her earlier. I came here for this, she told herself. I came here to get fucked! Fucked! Fucked!
Then it hit her, coming on like a tidal wave sweeps violently over a beach and carries everything away in its path. Enormous waves of indescribable pleasure seared through her body like a thousand tiny needles, turning every portion of her on full blast as if she were being electrified by some science-fiction pleasure machine. Instinctively, she clamped down on Ted's cock, all the muscles in her naked belly coming into play as the spasm raced through her over-stressed young body, causing her to bear down upon the man who was fucking into her with a pressure that surprised even him. Unable to control himself any longer, Ted gritted his teeth and shoved with one last fierce thrust, burying himself once again deep inside her to the hilt, his massive cock beginning to spit uncontrollably as a powerful shudder wracked his big muscular body. Great searing pools of cum flooded into her and Linda screeched out her joy, chanting witlessly all the filthy obscene words which filtered into her destroyed mind, now completely beside herself with pure physical animal pleasure. She was no longer really a human being in any reasonable sense of the word. She was a raw squealing churning mass of over-stimulated flesh and as Ted slowly withdrew his exhausted cock from her cum-drenched loins, her hips automatically rose up into the air to receive another guest.
But the men were no longer able to take their turns in an orderly rational manner, and the pool table was suddenly covered with hard struggling bodies, all fighting to be the next in line. The really important men, Murphy, Luke and Simonson had all had their turns, and these were too tough to be interfered with, but now that the girl's empty available body was free for the next comer, they could no longer control the appetites which had been excited by what they had already witnessed.
Linda felt her body being rolled over and she allowed them to do what they wanted to. She was no longer asking questions or trying to understand, and if they decided to hurt her, then that was all right too. Nothing could bother her now. She was beyond everything, pain, pleasure, dignity, humiliation, - it was all the same to her.
Her eyes glazed with the ravishment she was enduring, she found herself being raised to her hands and knees and she obediently held this position, feeling a man grip her hips from behind, twisting the firmly full half-moons of her buttocks and probing her dripping wet cunt with the blunt hardened tip of his instrument.
"Come in, come in," she moaned desperately, screwing her buttocks back into him and knowing a moment of pure joy as she felt the emptiness of her cunt once more filled with the hard remorseless flesh of a man's rigid cock. She had no idea why she had to assume this position just to be assaulted from the rear, dog-fashion, but it was not hers to ask questions. Another man had crawled up in front of her, and she watched him as he maneuvered into position, kneeling with his hard throbbing instrument waving in her face.
A moment later it all became clear. The man who was facing her seized her face between his hands, using his thumbs to force her jaws apart, and the moment her lips were parted, he came skewering abruptly into her open mouth. Viciously, he plunged his blood-filled cock into the back of her throat, treating her mouth exactly as if it were merely another cunt he could batter and abuse as he pleased.
In a normal situation, Linda would have been dismayed at this treatment, but her mind was far from normal and in her present mental state, she was merely curious, never having done this before and sure that any discomfort or pain would be shortly translated into pleasure just as it always had in the past. Undulating her buttocks in tiny circles to stimulate the man who was skewering into her from behind, she started to suck, wanting to draw the cum out of him and into the depths of her wildly aroused young body. She wanted to drown in cum, to wallow in it, to drink it, to be covered with it, and her tongue lashed over the hard hot surface of the man's distended penis as if she had been doing this bizarre unnatural act all of her life.
And it all came true a moment later. Neither man could hold on for very long, since they were both critically excited by the depraved scene before them and the thought of buffeting this helplessly submissive beauty back and forth between them was more than they were able to handle. The man who was brutally assaulting her from behind felt her cuntal muscles start to contract involuntarily as another spasmodic orgasm swept murderously over her quivering body, and the added pressure ignited the explosion of his own climax. He groaned in pure carnal joy, leaning heavily on her back as his cock began to spew out its load of hot white liquid, adding to the oversupply of cum already deposited in her overworked little cunt by the previous men.
As she reacted to his explosion within her, Linda unconsciously tightened her grip on the man before her, sucking on his cruelly driving penis as if her life depended on it. A hazy dreamy cloud of pleasure drifted over her as she felt him suddenly begin to ejaculate and she swallowed hungrily as she fastened her lips crazily around the wildly-jerking rod, insanely anxious not to lose even a drop of the precious lust-inciting liquid which he was shooting endlessly into the unnatural sanctuary of her open mouth.
She collapsed again on the table as the two men slowly and reluctantly withdrew their satisfied cocks from the two ends of her ravaged, cum-covered body, and Linda sank down gratefully into the warm moist felt of the table top, small droplets of semen dripping from the corners of her mouth and thin white strings of cum still connecting her glistening red lips with the deflated cock which had just done its work to the back of her throat.
The night was not over with by a long shot, but the sex-maddened girl felt her mind drop to a lower level of consciousness. She was through with thinking for awhile. From now on, they could do what they liked. There was no point in even trying to protest.
Chapter EIGHT
"Shit, I can't understand it!"
"Hang on, buddy, there's a reasonable explanation for all of this and we'll know what it is as soon as we locate her."
Jack Henderson tried to put a lot of hearty confidence into his voice as he spoke, but he was feeling pretty miserable about the entire situation, sensing in his conscience that all of this might genuinely be his fault. If he hadn't decided to play amateur psychiatrist with Linda Powell's mind and body, then perhaps she might not have taken it into her head to disappear so unexpectedly.
"If we find her!" Tim Powell responded nervously. "I can't think of any place to look we haven't already checked: the hospitals, her aunt's place, her girl friend's house! Where the hell else could she have gone?"
"Maybe we should touch base with the police?" offered Jack reluctantly, knowing that his partner would not be keen on the idea because of the scandal involved.
"What, and have our names in the paper tomorrow? If the police had found her they would be calling us by now!"
"Okay, then what's our next move? I've run out of ideas."
"I dunno." Tim glumly conceded defeat. "Maybe we should go home and wait for the phone to ring. She's got to turn up sooner or later."
"Giovanna's already doing that and there's no point in all three of us sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. Try to think! Did she behave unusually in any way last night?"
"She's been behaving unusually ever since we tried to make like Doctor Freud!" Tim exploded wrathfully. "I've been telling you for two weeks she wasn't normal and you kept insisting that it was all adjusting to the shock treatment and that she'd be all right in no time at all. Well now she's gone!"
"Come on, Tim, blaming me isn't going to help matters now. What happened last night? Did the two of you have a fight?"
"No, no, it was the usual thing. We sat around after dinner and I tried to see if I couldn't get some reasonable conversation out of her for a change, but she had that dead, uncomprehending stare and I knew I wasn't getting through to her, so I decided to read a book. I'd gotten half way through the first
Chapter when I looked up and found her sitting there stark naked, which is her subtle way of telling me that she wants to make love. We'd already done it three times that day, and I was pretty tired, but I remembered what you'd said about staying with her and so we went into the bedroom and I did my best, although I'm afraid I wasn't up to par. Then I dozed off for awhile, and in the middle of the night I remember her trying to wake me up. I knew what she wanted and I realized I couldn't possibly get it up again, so I pretended to be sound asleep in the hopes that she'd roll over and forget about it. Apparently she decided to go see what she could find for herself."
"Now Tim, let's not jump to that conclusion," cautioned Jack, despite the fact that he himself feared that this was exactly what had happened. "We have no way of knowing what was going on in her mind."
"Or what was left of her mind," cracked the young woman's husband bitterly. "Come on, let's go report to the police." * * * Someone was trying to wake her up, but Linda felt deliciously tired and perfectly happy where she was, and she refused to open her eyes. They could do what they wanted with her, but she would just go back to sleep when they were finished. The battered overworked young blonde was tired and her whole body felt as if the Red Army had been marching up and down inside of her since midnight.
"Miss! Miss! Wake up!"
The voice was insistent, and reluctantly Linda opened her eyes, realizing dimly that she had slept for many hours. For some reason she was not in bed with her husband Tim, and for a few minutes she puzzled over the fact that she seemed to be lying in soft grass instead of her own bed. What could this mean?
There was a figure in a blue suit bending over her and he seemed to be speaking to her kindly and gently and so she felt immediately reassured. Something had gone on last night and she could not remember exactly what it was, but there was a strange hungering sensation in her body as if there were a great empty place inside of her which craved to be filled at any cost.
"Miss? Are you all right, Miss?"
The girl smiled happily at his concern, snuggling down into the soft comfortable grass, her eyelids slowly closing as sleepiness swept over her again.
"Come on, if you want to," she found herself murmuring softly, barely conscious of what she was saying. "Come on and fuck me."
"What? Miss, wake up! This is a public park!"
"Fuck me!" she cried a little louder. "Please cum inside of me, please."
There was a firm hand on her wrist and the man pulled her gently into a sitting position, forcing her to open her eyes. She was dressed only in a shabby, soiled man's overcoat and wearing absolutely nothing underneath, but this lack of garments did not distress her particularly. It was so much easier if you didn't have to take off your clothes all the time, she thought dreamily, trying to focus her eyes in the harshness of the early morning sun. Why didn't this man want to fuck her? The others had all done it and made her happy. What was happening? Why did you come here? asked the voice in the back of her head.
"Looks like you've had a spot too much to drink, Miss," commented the police officer, helping her awkwardly to her feet," and some friends of yours must have played a pretty mean joke on you. Maybe we'd better go along to the station house and get some hot coffee." * * * "No, of course not Mister Powell, since we're obviously dealing with a disturbed woman here, there's no question of any charges being placed against Mrs. Powell."
"I don't know what makes you so sure that she's a mental case," responded Tim belligerently, ignoring Jack's warning looks. "Are you a psychiatrist on top of being a desk sergeant?"
The policeman kept his patience, reminding himself that the angry husband in front of him was a taxpayer, but he decided not to pull any punches at least verbally. It would be unkind to the demented young woman for him to allow the husband to deceive himself any farther. The blonde girl was obviously unhinged and needed professional attention, and fast!
"Mr. Powell, a desk sergeant sees a lot of unhappy people in the course of the day, and it's his job to be able to refer people to a psychiatrist if they need professional assistance. Your wife made some remarks to the patrolman who found her that indicated she was emotionally unstable at least at the time. And people do not normally go wandering around the city half-naked, Mr. Powell. Nor do they lose expensive automobiles like yours in the middle of the night and not remember where they left them. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I would suggest that you take Mrs. Powell to see one at the first opportunity."
"What exactly are you suggesting?" shouted Tim angrily, taking a step forward despite Jack's restraining hand on his arm.
"I'm suggesting your wife has become a nymphomaniac, Mr. Powell," snapped the sergeant, now beginning to lose his temper a little. "The doctor who examined her found evidence that she had had sexual intercourse a large number of times last night and she was incoherent enough this morning to ask Patrolman O'Kelly to make love to her. A good thing we have some decent men on the force, because she is a very attractive young lady. Take her to a doctor, Mr. Powell. She's a sick girl!"
"I'll sue you, goddamn it," shouted Powell furiously as his partner wrestled him towards the door before he got them all arrested. "What right did you have to let some quack examine my wife ..."
The two men disappeared out the door. The desk sergeant shook his head in irritation and placed a call to the police infirmary to tell them to release Mrs. Linda Powell in her husband's custody, making a note on the blotter to put out an alert for the missing automobile.
The guy's lucky he got his nympho wife back, he muttered irritably to himself as the phone rang to announce some new tragedy, because he'll never see his car again! Jerk! * * * "Yeah, I think she's going to be fine, Jack." Tim Powell assured his friend over the phone. "She seems quite clear-headed this morning and even chatted with me for a few minutes. I think that stupid cop was imagining things, but we're going to take her to a doctor in a couple of days, just as soon as she feels stronger. No, she still doesn't remember anything about that night, but I suppose it's just a slight case of amnesia. I read a magazine article about the subject and it seems that amnesia is ... "
That gal must really like the service in this place," commented Murphy lewdly as he glanced up and down the street and then closed the front door and locked it. "I should have thought that she'd had quite enough of us on her last visit!"
"You can never get too much of a good thing," responded Luke pleasantly. "Shall I call the others?"
"Let's have some fun with her ourselves first, proposed the bartender lecherously. "Then we'll spread the word around and make some money. Was there anything in her purse?"
"Only a couple a' bucks," lied Luke quickly, having already subtracted the thirty dollars he had found there. "Wanna split?"
"Yeah, might as well. She still owes me a buck-fifty from those two whiskey's she drank the other night." * * * Linda was stark naked and on the floor, crawling on her hands and knees. There was a tall man standing over her with a belt and he had already hit her with it once, a stinging excruciating blow across her defenseless buttocks which still tingled. Her breasts swayed provocatively beneath her as she crawled over to where the bartender was waiting for her. They don't have to hit me, she was thinking numbly, feeling the cool air wash gently over her exposed flesh. They know I'll do whatever they want. But if they want to hit me, it's all right too. It doesn't make any difference.
"Come on, baby, get it out," ordered Murphy, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at her cruelly. "I want to see just what you can do with those beautiful red lips of yours."
Linda's voluptuously sensual body began to tremble with instinctive fear as her clouded mind understood exactly what it was that Murphy wanted from her, but she took a deep breath and knelt submissively before him, her shaking hands reaching out to unfasten the zipper on his pants. She closed her eyes in resignation and surrender as she felt the man's hands wind cruelly into her long silky blonde hair, and she carefully extracted his hardening penis from his pants, holding it in her hands as if it were an object of great value.
"You know what to do, chick," the bartender snarled, giving her hair an extra little tug to bring her out of the fog she seemed to be in.
Linda knew, even though that quiet voice in the back of her head told her that she must not allow this man to use her mouth as an obscene receptacle for his cum. But that voice had been speaking to her less and less frequently as the days went by, and Linda's full red lips parted obediently as Murphy's hips flicked viciously forward and the now-rigid cock slid up into the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Between her trembling lips, she could taste the warm masculine secretions from the tip of his short fat cock. The thick rubbery glans pulsated steadily as it coasted along the soft top of her tongue towards the tender back of her throat.
Murphy's hips began to undulate slowly back and forth as he drove his rigid member in and out of the girl's ovalled red lips, dropping one hand down to twist her high proud nipples into pulsing hardness. His fingers kneaded her naked flesh hungrily as if she were made out of rubber and were not really capable of feeling pain, since they had learned by now that no amount of physical abuse really seemed to bother her much. The scarlet tip of the man's penis ploughed rhythmically in and out of the girl's straining lips, presenting an exciting picture to the perverted second-story man, Luke, who sprawled on a nearby couch and watched with growing interest and anticipation.
"Shit man, hurry up," he urged the bartender. "My cock is about to crawl out of my pants. Goddamn, look at that ass of hers shake. I can't wait to get my teeth into that!"
Linda could feel the burglar's hands roaming lustfully over her body, but she let nothing distract her from what she was doing, sucking energetically on Murphy's thick fat cock as if there were nothing else in the world that interested her, even though Luke's diabolical fingers were exploring lewdly up between her legs and causing her naked body to twitch whenever he touched a sensitive spot.
One thing at a time, she thought dully, running her tongue wetly around the blunt, blood-filled tip of the bartender's cock and trying to invade the tiny open slit in the end of the glans as it throbbed excitedly between her straining lips. She knew that within a moment, this instrument would erupt like a broken dam, flooding her mouth with his steaming cum, but somehow the thought no longer distressed her as much as it might have a few weeks before. The more humiliation and mortification they heaped upon her the better and if they wanted her to suck cocks, then she would suck cocks until they told her to stop. She was a slave, a slave to her own limitless passions, and she knew now that there was no way in the world of breaking free..
Her head bobbed furiously up and down over his lust-thickened shaft of male flesh because she sensed that he was nearing the end and she slavishly wanted to make it as good as possible for him, sucking every last lewd drop of cum out of his body until there was no more and he was drained completely dry. Murphy was grunting in time to the nibbling motions of her lips and she pulled on him as hard as she dared, trying to ignore what Luke was doing to her tender sensitive buttocks.
The thief was kneeling up behind her, as naked as she was, and his hands were probing insistently in between her legs, playing with the tightly puckered hole of her anus while she tried to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing to his friend. Having moistened his middle finger with the orgiastic juices flowing copiously from the neglected opening of her vagina, Luke was trying to force the finger up into the warmth of her rectum and the girl's body involuntarily tightened, trying to repel this unnatural invasion.
Then, Murphy thrust himself into her mouth deeper than usual, and as she found herself choking slightly on his massively swollen cock-head, Luke shoved from behind, inserting his middle finger into her cringing anus as far as the first knuckle. She grunted in protest, the sounds emerging from her mouth weirdly muffled by the presence of Murphy's thick fat cock between her lips.
But the disturbed young housewife was given very little time to concentrate on the outrage being perpetrated on her from behind. In another moment, she felt the bartender's hands tightening in her hair and the jerking motion of his pelvis became more violent. She could sense his cock quivering and palpitating inside her mouth like a time bomb about to go off and she understood despite the confusion in her mind that the ultimate humiliation was about to be visited upon her. He was going to cum in her mouth.
But even had she wanted to back out now, there was no longer any chance of escaping with the two men pushing in on her from both sides, each entertaining himself ruthlessly at her expense. Murphy groaned as if he were suddenly in pain and rammed himself deeply into her throat, holding her head in an iron-like grip lest she attempt to escape at the critical moment. His cock jerked spasmodically and began to spew great white floods of searing cum directly into the back of her throat and Linda gagged slightly as her mouth filled up with cum, her Adam's apple dancing as she swallowed to clear her mouth. But she continued to suck madly, accepting the worst punishment they would mete out to her, ecstatically swallowing his sticky hot cum while he continued to pump it remorselessly into her.
But Luke was in too much of a hurry to wait until she had properly finished her job, and as soon as the bartender had withdrawn his glistening cock from the girl's used and battered mouth, he pushed her over on her hands and knees, his middle finger still buried deeply in her tortured rectum.
"Get ahold of her, Murphy," commanded the burglar harshly, his voice now low and husky with the gathering lust he felt inside of him. "She might get a little bit wiggly when I go to work on her. Seems to me that little asshole ain't never had any action, and it's time we stretched it out a little for her."
Linda lay submissively on the floor while the two men labored over her, her large flaccid breasts resting against the cool tile of the floor and her rounded buttocks still sticking high in the air where Luke had placed them. She had no idea what was about to happen to her.
But her attitude soon changed as Luke began to probe even deeper into the soft flesh of her anus, rotating his finger cruelly in an effort to widen the tiny opening. She groaned as the pain started to hit her, hot tears of humiliation starting to flow as he added a second finger to the first and continued searching lewdly around inside of her delicate passage.
"No . . . please," she managed to gasp, but neither man paid the slightest attention to her, both of them too intent on the perverted act that they were about to perform on her helpless body.
Suddenly, Luke withdrew both of his fingers, and Linda sighed with unexpected relief, feeling the cool air wash over her offended flesh. But her comfort was short-lived, since in another minute, he was back at her again, forcing her knees even farther apart with his legs and guiding the thickness of his erected penis toward the nether entrance to her body. Slowly but surely, the truth about what was going on began to filter into the young bride's shattered mind, and a sudden rush of fear filled her as she understood finally that this man meant to violate her like an animal.
"No! Not there!" she pleaded, but Luke's only response was a harsh grunt as he pressed forward, trying to force the broad rubbery tip of his cock into the narrow yielding little hole. Linda tightened her rectal muscles for all she was worth, but the man's strength was overwhelming and with a sudden jar of pain, she felt him slip inside of her, pinning her cruelly to the floor.
"Noooooh!!!" she screamed as the tightly resisting nether ring gave way and his lust-engorged cock popped up inside her. Once he knew that he was in, Luke wasted no more time on delicacy and put all the weight in his body into the business at hand, driving immediately into her to the hilt.
She screamed again, this time something completely unintelligible, but there was no one to come to her assistance. Luke in the meantime, was having the time of his life, and as soon as he felt the young woman's body begin to loosen up, the criminal began to rock in and out of her with long painful strokes, each time bringing a moan of agony to Linda's full sensual lips. This chick had been a lucky find for old Luke, he congratulated himself, despite the fact that she was crazy as a bat. She had given him one very nice automobile which he had had repainted and was now driving himself, and she had also contributed to some of the pleasanter sexual moments of his life. And after he was through with this little exercise, she would provide him with a large amount of money, assuming everything went as planned.
The girl's brief resistance had been quickly broken, and she now grunted in slavish submission each time he thrust himself mercilessly up between her wide-split ass-cheeks, her blonde hair thrashing back and forth on the sawdust covered tile floor of the dingy bar's back room. In fact, she was already beginning to adapt well to this cruel punishment, her sleek lust-inciting body undulating back at him as if she were being fucked in the conventional manner, and Luke found himself wondering if there was anything one could do to this woman which would really turn her off.
But this was a philosophical question winch he could ponder at his leisure; at the moment, there was too much else to do. His eyes bulging at the spectacle of this magnificent young blonde doing her best to make him cum with his cock in her anus, he seized her cruelly by the hips, Ms fingernails biting into the tender skin, and drove into her with renewed energy, sadistically feeling the desire to hurt her swell up in him as his orgasm approached.
"Aaaagggghhh!" she groaned piteously as he pushed as far into her as was humanly possible, feeling her buttocks screw back into him desperately as she worked to bring him to the point of cumming. Suddenly Luke realized that he could hold it back no more. Sputtering all the filthy obscene words in his extensive vocabulary, the hardened criminal bent over and collapsed on top of her as he felt the hot thick cum begin to stream searingly up out of his body and deep into hers, filling her soft abused rectum to overflowing with the pungent liquid. Groaning with delight, he churned his pelvis into the softness of her buttocks, trying to milk the last ounce of pleasure from this experience. As he spewed the last ounce of his hot white cum into the unnatural sanctuary of her rectum, the burglar felt the girl's body suddenly go limp and for one horrified moment, he was afraid he had killed her.
He hadn't. She was merely out cold. * * * "I sure am gonna hate to see that little girl go," commented Murphy sadly as Luke pulled up in front of the bar with the truck.
"It's only a couple hundred miles, old man," the bartender comforted him, running a damp rag over the counter and crushing a cockroach with his heel. "With the dough we're making from this deal, you can hop into your brand new car and run up to see her any time you want."
"Hey, are you sure that Ted's givin' us a straight deal?" the burglar wondered suddenly. "We're supposed to divide the profits equally three ways."
"Of course he's not giving us a straight deal," replied Murphy cynically. "Would you give him a straight deal if the tables were turned?"
"Nope!" conceded Luke soulfully.
"Well then, why should he? I'm just happy we're getting a grand apiece out of it, which is frankly a hell of a lot more than I expected. And don't forget Ted and his cousin are taking all the risks. There has got to be some guy who owns this chick - her husband or her boyfriend - and when she disappears, he's gonna start looking for her. It ain't too likely that he'll think of looking in a Nevada whorehouse, but the police can get real nosey about missing persons and kidnappings, and I'm just as happy to take my grand and be out of it."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," admitted Luke gloomily. "You know, I kinda got to like her a little. I wonder if she'll be happy in a whorehouse."
"Why shouldn't she be?" the bartender responded without much interest. "She's a nympho, isn't she? What could be happier than a nympho in a whorehouse?"
"I dunno," answered Luke reflectively, helping himself to another beer. "I wonder what her name was. We never thought to ask."
"Who gives a shit!" responded Murphy, and he went back to scrubbing the bar.