Hans Swartz wasn't exactly what you would call a "run of the mill human being" he had seen and suffered a great deal in his life which could have lead to his being an extremely compassionate man, instead it had lit the fires of his depravity and lust for torture and humiliation. He had not found happiness in his life, despite his enormous wealth and leisure and now in his aging years he found satisfaction only by perversion. It had been many years since he had been able to experience the natural pleasures of sexual intercourse and as the years had rolled by and his inability to have orgasm increased, he had found newer and more perverse methods of climax. Some would say he was a very sick man, but most of the people he surrounded himself with were so greedy for the dollars he spread everywhere around him that they were satisfied to do his demonic work.
It had never ceased to amaze Hans what human beings would do for money. He had some cause to be happy about this basic human trait however, it was the only thing that had saved him from the gas chambers during the Hitler regime. A Dutch jew didn't have much chance to survive, unless he was very astute and had a lot of money, Hans had both and although he had suffered humiliation beyond belief, he had survived to tell the tale. Survived in body but mostly deadened in his spirit. He had emigrated to America where he had proceeded to make even more money with his existing capital and although he gave a great deal of his money worthy causes which gave a lot of people happiness, Hans himself was a bitter man. He had loved only one woman and he had watched her raped and killed by the Nazis, something had snapped in his mind that day and since then he had withdrawn into the strange inner world of his own creation. He was a man, he had his needs but no woman could ever meet them, he was a strange, lonely soul but appeared nothing but cruel to most. He had dreamed that one day someone would come and unlock his heart again but now after so many years in his ivory tower all he could do was to arrange for stranger and stranger sexual orgies to release his unspent energies.
He was at this moment seated in his palace in Hollywood, seated in his velvet throne of the blackest hue waiting for the show to begin. He was dressed from head to toe in a silver skin tight body suit, set off by a deep blue velvet cape that hung around his shoulders, in his hand he carried a cat-a-nine tails which he relished for the sound of power that it gave to him. It was a handsome room, large columns of stone, grand proportions to the room. The house was in actual fact an Italian palace which a railroad baron had shipped over for his daughter in the twenties when she had married an Italian count. It had a sad history to it, no sooner had the palace been shipped and restored than the young Count had died mysteriously leaving his young bride all alone, she had mourned for years and eventually became a recluse living with her thirty-six cats. When Hans had purchased the property after her death it had taken him years to really satisfy himself that the house was rid of the smell of cats.
He lived at the Palace in splendid isolation, except for his trusted bodyguards, Tang and Wu, two brothers of Japanese birth, his faithful cook Johnny and his German Shepherd dogs. They were enough people coming in and out of the palace constantly to amuse and entertain him however and enormous orgies were held from time to time to celebrate continued depravity.
Tang and Wu waited now, grinning and naked. They had only to hear the flick of their master's nine-tails to know the show had begun.
"Marsha," commanded Hans to an unseen figure and at the sound of his voice a voluptuous woman stepped out from behind a curtain. She was totally naked except for a red velvet cape which she wore around her shoulders and a black garter around her right knee. She was almost five feet nine inches tall, had long strawberry blonde hair and soft brown eyes which flashed provocatively at the elderly Dutchman. Marsha was thirty-eight years old but didn't really look a day over thirty. She had retained her figure and her looks by careful attention to herself, her breasts were large and luscious and possessed large ruby red nipples that now were standing erect and throbbing with excitement. Her hips were curvaceous and her belly was slightly ovaled, her skin was tanned and smooth and her legs, long and tapered. She was a splendid specimen of womanhood.
Wu and Tang bowed to Marsha as she entered and taking either of her hands the men led her towards the middle of the stage they were standing on. The entire platform was covered in deep green velvet so that it felt almost as if one was walking on soft moss and there were mirrors everywhere, there was no position that you could take on the stage that couldn't be seen in the mirrors, it had all been carefully planned and arranged. Hans-Swartz left nothing to chance.
The two Japanese men had enormous erections and their lust was beginning to pound their brains as they led the woman to the center of the platform.
"Marsha, how do you feel today, my dear," Hans asked solicitously.
"I fee fine Hans, only," she faltered.
"Only what!" he rapped back sharply.
"Only I wish I didn't have to fuck your bodyguards."
"How dare you say that you slut, you want to please me don't you?" Hans screamed his gray eyes narrowing to a dangerous slit of anger.
"Of course I want to please you Hans, what do you think I've been doing all these years, pleasing you, only doing what it was that pleased you."
"Then please me now and tell me that you like it, you like whatever it is that I want and I want you to fuck my men. Tell me you like it." he commanded.
"I like it," Marsha answered dully.
"More enthusiasm please, tell me you like it, as if you really do, tell me now!" Hans said through clenched teeth.
"I like it Hans, I really like it, for you my beloved anything you want."
"Then let the show begin."
Wu and Tang had only been waiting for this signal and with equal enthusiasm they grabbed Marsha. Wang pressed his body against the writhing woman and while he was pressing his tongue deeply into her mouth, Tang was lewdly fondling her firm buttocks through her velvet cape, then lifting the fabric he pressed his prick against the soft yielding crevice as Wu plunged his cock into her loins in front.
Marsha began to wiggle as the pleasure began to mount in her tormented body and as she groaned, "ahhhh," Tang grabbed her long blonde hair and yanking her head back towards him plunged his tongue into her wide open mouth.
Hans sat back comfortably in his velvet throne now to watch the writhing figures before him. Wu pushed the soft folds of Marsha's cape aside now and taking her luscious breasts in his hands he began to fondle the nipples with his fingers watching them grow more erect with every moment. His hungry mouth enveloped them and he sucked greedily while Marsha, her head still back, moaned into Tang's mouth.
Tang continued probing her willing mouth with his tongue as his arm slipped around her waist and forced her to thrust out her hips in a lewd helpless manner. Wu opened the robe the rest of the way, revealing her curvaceous hips and the "v" shaped pubic triangle of soft blonde pussy hair. Still sucking on the tips of her breasts, his hands forced her thighs apart and his fingers probed and caressed the fleshy parting of her vagina.
All resistance left Marsha and her body collapsed, held only by Tang, her eyes closed and a lewd smile played around her lips as Wu parted the lips of her vagina, revealing the pale pink interior of her cunt already beginning to glint in the soft light of the room with unwilling lubrication. His finger worked in and out while his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it, like a small round ball watching itself gradually flower into erection.
Tang let go of her hair and her head fell forward, strawberry blonde hair partially covering her ecstatic face as she began, slowly to come to life and gyrate her naked hips in time to Wu's thrusts. With Tang's help, her robe fell silently around her feet and she stood naked wanton, eyes closed, her hands groping for and finding first Wu's then Tang's prick.
She gripped the now two erect pricks in her hands, stroking them slowly, skinning the foreskin back with a moan revealing their deep red mushroom heads. Behind her, Tang gripped her breasts and massaged them. Involuntarily, she moaned and said, "Ah, yes!"
Hans Swartz watched silently, a sadistic grin on his face, the light playing around his high cheekbones revealed the pleasure he was receiving from the lewd happenings on the stage in front of him.
Still with her eyes closed, Marsha sank slowly to her knees, a now sweating Tang letting her. She crouched on her knees, still gripping the hardened penises, still gently stroking them.
Quickly the two men stood closer, thrusting out their hips and grinning at each other wickedly. Marsha opened her eyes and gazed at first one then the other prick to the other side of her face. They were so thick, so tempting, so hard!
Slowly, the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of Tang's cock, Tang grunting. Then, turning her head, she did the same to Wu. Then, the three of them in a mounting excitement she turned first to one and then the other, her tongue sticking out, slowly, insinuatingly licking the whole head, feeling them swell larger and harder in her hands.
Hans Swartz began breathing harder, responding to the sexual excitement the three were feeling. He watched, leaning forward, his breath coming out in a small explosion as Marsha slowly forced the foreskin on Wu's prick back over the glistening head then, opening her mouth wide, her lips elastic and tight around the thick veined cock, slowly taking it in her mouth, her lips were forcing the foreskin slowly back. A shudder went through Wu and he cursed softly, his eyes closed.
Marsha pulled the cock out of her mouth with a soft sucking sound and slowly, dreamily, turned her head to face Tang's cock which he shoved toward her with a thrust of his hips. With a low laugh, she raised it and, ducking her head, she licked his balls hungrily then slowly her lips spread and tight, she let his cock also slide into her mouth.
Grinning at Wu, Tang slowly began to pump his wet cock like some great piston bulging into her cheeks as he thrust in, hollowing her cheeks as he pulled out.
With a cry, Wu pulled her head free and he fell to the soft velvet floor, lying on his back and reaching up to grasp Marsha's head.
He didn't have to. Eagerly, with a cat-like cry, she struggled him into a 69 position, seizing his huge cock with both hands and greedily, as if she wanted to devour it, she began sucking. Wu, with his head underneath her straddling thighs, reached up, his arms around her waist and buried his face, his tongue licking wildly in her hot willing cunt.
Behind her, Tang kneeled and spreading the pink cheeks of her ass with his thumbs, grinned down at her exposed and vulnerable rectum, tight and puckered. Lightly, his tongue flicked over it.
A muffled cry came from Marsha and her eyes were wild. All reason left her, all sense of shame as she spread her legs wider, thrusting up her smooth, firm buttocks and wiggling them invitingly, while below, Wu gripped her harder, his mouth glued to her cunt, while his tongue probed for and found her clitoris. Behind, with lewd satisfaction, Tang slowly sunk his tongue into her anus, deeper and deeper, spreading the tiny, puckered entrance to her bowels wider and wider.
Marsha was beside herself now, her eyes rolling in her head, her buttocks grinding lewdly as the two tongues probed her, exciting her, igniting a ball of white hot fire deep inside her. Nothing mattered, nothing in the world except to expand that ball until it became as big and as intense as the sun itself, until it became too big for her to contain and exploded, engulfing her until every nerve in her body tingled in ecstasy.
With a roar, Wu threw her to one side, scrambling to his knees as Marsha rolled over on her back and obscenely spread her legs wide. With a wild, wanton groan, she drew her knees up until they crushed hard against her breasts, her hands reaching down and finding her hungering cunt, her fingers spreading her vaginal lips wide as she wiggled her buttocks lewdly up at them. "Fuck it!" she moaned. "Fuck it, fuck it, both of you!" she implored.
"Wait!" Hans Swartz's voice cut through the air like a whip. Both of the men flinched halting, crouching over Marsha like wild animals. Their faces driven wild with lust.
There was a pause that seemed to Marsha to last an eternity as Hans Swartz slowly lit another cigarette, the flare of the match revealing him sitting posed in his velvet throne, his silver gray hair framing his haunty face, his gray eyes flickering sadistically. "Are you enjoying yourself my dear?"
"Yes, yes, Oh God yes!" Marsha breathed, still holding her position, still unconsciously thrusting her ass upward toward the two men.
"Do you like it?" Swartz asked in a soothing voice.
"I LOVE IT!" screamed Marsha back at him. "You know that I love it! Please, please Hans, let them fuck me, let them fuck me hard!" she begged, panting.
Hans waved his hand magnanimously now and with a growl the two men fought to get on top of her, Tang quicker, crashing on top and plunging his rampaging cock home as Marsha let out a cry against the sudden pain of entry and the two of them began pounding their loins obscenely against each other.
Wild-eyed Wu was not to be denied. Pulling Tang's head away, he fell across Marsha's face, his cock finding her mouth already eager and sucking. The two men pumped viciously, mounting in excitement when, at a signal from Tang they scurried, switching positions while Marsha sucked under them, her hips bucking and her breasts spread and jiggling like jelly with the rhythm.
With a growl, Tang tore himself free and got to his knees. "Time to fuck her really good, eh Wu?"
Wu got to his knees, "Ready when you are my honorable brother."
Tang seized Marsha's writhing waist in his arms and turned her over, forcing her to kneel, her head still on the floor. Still on his knees, he positioned himself behind her and gripping her hips, held her in position as the head of his iron-hard cock pressed against her tiny, puckered anus.
Below him, Marsha lay helpless and relaxed, her eyes closed, her mouth open and moaning. He would hurt her, make her feel like she was impaled on a spit, make her feel like she was going to be torn in two as he slowly forced the head of his cock against her cringing asshole, stretching it wide, stretching it until she screamed under the pain. She remained docile, bearing the pain, knowing she would ride beyond the pain and humiliation to a pleasure unbelievable in its intensity. Hans Swartz had taught her the pleasures of humiliation and depravity and as much as her conscious mind railed against it, as many times as she swore never ever again no matter what the price, she always returned her mind glazed and fascinated like a rabbit hypnotized by the sinuous movements of a snake. She always returned because deep down an animal instinct told her she loved it, loved having people watch her humiliation and debasement, she loved it with a fired passion that couldn't be satisfied or quenched except by going again and again and submitting herself to the whims of the madman she loved, Hans Swartz. The madman she would do anything for, the madman she did everything for, the man she wanted who couldn't have her in the normal way that any other man could, the man who had to watch her being depraved and humiliated to satisfy the sadistic twist of his tortured brain. Marsha always hoped that some day lightning would hit him and he would see just her and want just her and not all the other crap he surrounded himself with and this thought alone sustained her through all the madness. Never, had she loved a man like she loved Hans, if she didn't love him she couldn't have submitted to all this madness however much it might turn her on, it was for Hans that she did it all.
"Aaaaaaaaagggghhhh," she screamed now, "You're killing me!"
In reply, Tang above her, held her tighter, his fingers digging deeper into her soft flesh and sunk his rampant cock an inch deeper, his head thrown back in wild abandon. Slowly, he sawed in and out, thrusting deeper each time. Below him, Marsha's head was forced into the velvet her hair half over her face, her breasts billowing out, her nipples caressed by the thick velvet with each hard downward thrust.
With one more savage thrust, Tang sunk his cock home to the hilt in her ravaged back passage, feeling the dark rubbery flesh clasping to his hardened penis like a giant pulsating leech. Then, grinning up at a sweating Wu, he nodded.
like a limp doll, the two of them lifted Marsha and Tang rolled slowly over on his back. Wu letting Marsha down of top of him. She lay, impaled on his cock, her legs spread obscenely apart, her passion-moistened cunt wide open and throbbing. She lay with her eyes closed, her arms flung out, moaning, shivering with anticipated pleasure.
Wu got on top of her and parting the soft resilient curls of her pubic hair with its giant throbbing head, slowly sunk his cock home into her molten fleshy cunt.
Only a thin membrane of excited flesh seemed to separate the two ramrod cocks as Marsha began moaning, unable to stop, the moaning turning slowly to animal cries of sheer pleasure as the two men began to slowly pump into her anal and vaginal orifices at the same time and Marsha, helpless, spread her legs wider, wanting all she could get of both men, wanting still more than they had, wishing, in a fevered excitement for more men with cocks, hard swelling pricks that would ravage her body until she came again and again and going on till she lost consciousness and awoke to find still more men eager to have her.
She gyrated her hips as much as possible, as the three bucked and reared, the two men fucking her hard now, sandwiched between them like a rag doll, fucking her brutally, faster and faster with Marsha crying insane sounds of pleasure and thrusting her hips down and up, driven mad by the feeling of the two cocks sawing in and out of her at once.
Hans Swartz sat forward in his throne now, his face vigilant now, watching Marsha's face for the first signs of orgasms. His timing had to be precise and his mind in iron discipline shut out his own wild excitement. He watched as the veins stood out in Marsha's neck and her wild sightless eyes rolled back in her head.
"That's enough! I command you to stop!" he shouted.
Instantly at the sound of their master's voice Wu and Tang rolled off Marsha and continued to roll away, writhing and groaning in their own frustrations.
A long wail escaped from Marsha's lips, almost tearing in her throat. Now was the moment she had waited for, now was the moment for her completion with her master.
"Come," Hans commanded, "come crawling to me now."
Marsha crouched on the velvet stage now, her hands straying to her cunt where her pubic hair was wet and matted with her own juices. She began to massage herself to keep the raging pleasure that was flooding through her loins activated for her master.
"Come now, crawl to me." Hans screamed once again.
Instantly Marsha obeyed, crawling on all fours toward the silken voice that soothed her perverted mind. "Over here my dear," Hans said softer now.
Marsha looked up at her beloved seated on his throne like the devil himself. He parted his legs indicating that she should crawl between them.
"You are not receiving enough discipline
Marsha," Hans said in a dry amused voice.
"I'll do anything you say," Marsha said, a bolt of lust throbbing through her body now, "anything beloved, what is it you want?"-
"I want another girl."
"What," gasped Marsha, her eyes widening.
"Another girl, she must be beautiful and innocent. She must not suspect anything. No sluts, I want a perfectly innocent girl and I'll give you all the money you need to get her. You will do this for me won't you?" Hans snapped sadistically, leaning over and grasping her nipples in his fingers, inflaming them with passion.
"Anything you want, I'll do anything you want," sobbed Marsha, deeply broken inside that her beloved desired another woman but knowing that she would bring him exactly what he wanted, she had to, he was her master and she loved him with a passion beyond understanding even of herself.
"Good . . . Now for your reward." His hands parted his robe, revealing him naked, his legs parted, his hairy balls dangling lewdly beneath an erect, rigid cock.
Lovingly, Marsha took the cock in her hands and fondled it, rubbing its hot hardness on her cheek then kissing it, licking it then taking its bulging head in her soft wet mouth and closing her eyes in bliss knowing what was coming.
Above her, Hans Swartz relaxed with pleasure. Finally he could be released, finally would come his moment of glory.
With a flick of his fingers, he signalled an only too willing Tang and Wu back into action. They scrambled off the stage and hurried to the ravish of Marsha from behind while her head bobbed rhythmically over Hans' burgeoning cock.
Marsha, with eyes closed, relaxed and let them do what they wanted. It would be a long lovely ride for her, with the two of them taking turns fucking her mercilessly from behind until she was driven to one beautiful orgasm after another, until Hans exploded in her mouth and Wu and Tang came one after the other like rutting animals back there in her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
What a joy for Cheryl Thompson to wake up and find a letter in the mailbox from her husband Andy. She could hardly believe, still, that he was so many miles away from her. Los Angeles seemed a cold and lonely city since he had left to join the oil company he worked for in Saudi Arabia for three months. He had only been gone for one month and that seemed like an eternity to the newly wed Cheryl. If anyone had told her on her wedding day that exactly six weeks later her husband would have to leave for three months she would probably have fainted on the spot. She hadn't fainted when she had received the news but she had cried a lot. She felt so hurt that he had to go after such a short time together but she understood that it was important for their future for him to take this trip. They had so many plans for a house and a family and a promotion was pretty certain to come out of this whole trip, so it was worth it to them, it was just really difficult for a young, passionate girl of nineteen to be torn away from her young husband.
Andy was extremely faithful to her and wrote every few days, filling his letters with words of love and wisdom to keep the flames of their passion alive whilst he was away.
She needed his letters to remind her that she was not alone in the world. Her parents had died when she was quite young and she had spent the rest of her years growing up with an elderly aunt. Her aunt had died just before she met Andy and it was only because of his patient loving care that she hadn't had a nervous breakdown at that moment. Cheryl was not a girl who could spend time easily with herself and she didn't seem to make friends too easily, Andy coming into her life so soon after her aunt's death had been a total blessing and even now she didn't feel entirely alone, his sister Marsha was very attentive to her and helped her through many lonely nights.
Marsha was a hostess at some club or other out of town and although Marsha had never taken Cheryl to her place of work, Cheryl suspected there was something not quite on the level about it. Marsha never talked about her work but often she looked so exhausted that Cheryl wondered what it was she did. She was very good to her however, treated her to dinner and the movies and all sorts of things that Andy would have done if he were home, so Cheryl was always thankful for her company and she never pressed Marsha to talk about her place of business.
Cheryl sat now clasping Andy's letter to her ample bosom, she was wearing only a flimsy robe and her breasts stood out firm and white underneath its flimsy confines. She was a very sexy young woman and she knew it, often it would embarrass her how men ogled her in public places and often she didn't want to go out at all. She felt so vulnerable without Andy or her aunt to protect her. She never went out at night unless it was with Marsha and then only to the most respectable places.
Marsha was an extremely voluptuous woman and when they were out together, Cheryl noticed how all the men lusted after her. Cheryl wasn't quite sure how old Marsha was but she suspected she was in her middle to late thirties, she had certainly retained her youthful face and figure.
Cheryl began to daydream now about the first time she had met Andy. She had been at a party given by one of the girls in the office she worked in and Andy was a friend of the girl's brother. She had liked him immediately. He was so kind and gentle and didn't seem to be only after her body like most boys she met. Andy had taken her home that night and asked her out to dinner the next night and when he had picked her up her heart had soared as if it had wings. From that time onward she and Andy hadn't been separated, it was as if .they were made for each other, peas from the same pod as it were. They had had a whirlwind courtship and then marriage.
Cheryl was a virgin and Andy had respected that and so the first night of their marriage was the first time they made love. Cheryl was extremely shy and wanted the room to be dark. She need not have been afraid though, as she soon found out, Andy was a kind gentle lover and his hands lovingly caressed her body igniting it into glorious passion. Cheryl remembered how tight her darling pussy had been and how Andy had gently teased it into willingness with his gentle fingers so that when it came time for him to plunge his manly cock deeply into her she was yielding and ready for his love.
He never made demands oh her and continued to be gentle and loving and always keeping the flames of her passion vibrant and alive and now even through his letters, Cheryl could feel his desire for her.
The flames of passion grew between them and actually if Andy had been' even more passionate it would have pleased Cheryl, once the lust was released within her body she realized she had so much more to give. But she had never dared to talk of this with Andy.
She felt the flames of passion beginning to kindle in her vagina now as she held onto Andy's letter and she remembered the previous night she had awakened to find herself spread-eagled on the bed, her hips grinding salaciously into the bed, her buttocks rotating with a maddening desire that couldn't be quenched. With, a groan she had knotted up the sheet and placed it between her legs as if it was Andy's penis between them and she had squeezed her legs together, her hips moving lewdly in an effort to quench her thirst for fulfillment. She felt too guilty though to really enjoy the pleasure of orgasm by herself and always aborted the attempts for satisfaction and she longed for Andy's return so that she could find completion within his loins.
She started now as the doorbell rang, it was Saturday morning and she didn't have to work and she wondered who it could be calling this early. Throwing on her dressing gown she answered the door to find Marsha leaning against the doorpost, looking extremely worn out and exhausted.
"Hello little sister, aren't you going to invite me in?" she inquired.
"Oh, come in Marsha, I'm sorry, you look so tired I was taken aback for a moment. . . come in." said the puzzled girl as her sister-in-law entered her apartment. Whatever could have made Marsha look so exhausted the young girl thought to herself.
"Don't mind me Cheryl, I was out late last night but I came to take you out to lunch and then I thought we could do some shopping. How does that sound?"
"Well, it sounds great if you're sure you aren't too tired."
"My body's tired but my spirit's willing, don't worry about me, I'm just fine," Marsha reassured her sister-in-law, not wanting to alarm her too much. Marsha could have kicked herself for mentioning her young sister-in-law to Hans because now with his thirst for a young girl he could think of nothing else but getting to see Cheryl. Marsha had tried everything she could do to dissuade him but it was impossible once Hans' mind was made up nothing could budge it," and he wanted her sister-in-law for his next victim. Marsha didn't know which way to turn but she knew she would have to obey him, she couldn't help it, it was beyond her control to break away from Hans at this point. She knew she couldn't exist without him.
Cheryl dressed quickly and was amazed as they left the apartment to see a brand new bright red Lotus Elite sports car waiting for them. "Did you borrow the car Marsha?" the innocent girl enquired.
"No honey, an old friend gave it to me, don't you think it's gorgeous?"
"Well, it's certainly flashy," said Cheryl in a hesitating tone. She wondered what Marsha had had to do to get this car, perhaps it had something to do with her looking so exhausted of late, the young girl thought, I wonder what she does?
Marsha could see that her young sister-in-law was worried and she knew that it was probably about the car, so she decided to put the girl's mind at rest. "Listen Cheryl, I didn't want to tell you this before but I won the car with my gambling profits."
"Gambling, I didn't know you gambled."
"Well, I never told Andy because he would have been furious but I've gambled for years, how do you think I buy all the beautiful clothes I have? I've been thinking how would you like to go some night soon. Really go out and have a good time? You could even do a little gambling, Andy won't mind I'm sure, he's probably having a good time in Saudi Arabia. Think about it and let me know, maybe next weekend would be a good time."
"Okay, I'll think about it," said Cheryl hesitatingly. She wasn't quite sure what a really good time out on the town meant, usually she and Marsha went to the movies, to dinner or the theatre or something but it seemed that Marsha had something entirely different up her sleeve this time. But she knew that Marsha loved her, she was her husband's sister and would never do anything to harm her. Why not, Cheryl thought to herself, why not!
Marsha had been cautiously watching the young face of her sister-in-law as she went through some very obvious changes about their going out on the town together. She wondered how it would be when Cheryl met Hans Swartz for the first time. She hoped it wouldn't be too cruel for her, somehow she hoped that it would just free her sexually. Marsha was aware that Cheryl was pretty innocent sexually and she knew that her brother Andy was from reports of other girlfriends. She thought perhaps if Cheryl was freed sexually when Andy came back from the Middle East, her sister-in-law would show him what a real woman can give a man.
CHAPTER THREE
Cheryl Thompson read her husband's latest letter and felt herself gasp as he described the night out on the town he had had with his buddies from the oil company. He had assured her that he hadn't gone with any of the dozens of women that had apparently thrown themselves at the group of Americans, but it seemed that several of the other men had. Well. . . thought Cheryl to herself, "what's good enough for the goose is good enough for the gander," I will go out with Marsha and paint the town red. Andy is telling me in so many words here in this letter to enjoy myself whilst he's away, he says I shouldn't sit home at nights doing nothing that I should go out with Marsha and so I shall.
Despite her feelings of rebellion, Cheryl couldn't help but feel pangs of jealously as she thought of the zoftic Arabic women that would probably be snaking around her innocent husband but she knew that Andy wouldn't be unfaithful. He just wasn't the type.
She felt excited now as she thought of throwing herself out into the world with Marsha and really enjoying herself, she began to plan what she would wear. She called Marsha and told her excitedly of her letter from Andy and how he had told her to enjoy herself, that he was and she should.
Marsha drew in her breath sharply as she realized that everything was going exactly to plan, just as Hans had ordered. She arranged with Cheryl to pick her up on the following Saturday.
Cheryl could hardly contain herself the rest of the week, she couldn't figure out why she was so extremely excited but she was and the other girls she worked with wondered if she had found a new man or something, she seemed to be acting so jumpy. She didn't tell anyone at the office, she wanted it to be her own special secret, she wanted to feel like the scarlet woman, going out on the town whilst her husband was away on business. It ignited the depths of her imagination, she felt as if she were in the middle of a wild movie or something.
Saturday came and Cheryl spent the entire day preparing. First a visit to the hairdresser and then a long luxurious bath and finally dressing for the evening. She chose a very sedate soft olive green velvet dress that set off her flaming red hair to a tee, it made her lovely green eyes look even more like the depths of the forest. It was a modest dress, modest yet beautiful in it's simplicity, it was Andy's favorite outfit and she wore it in memory of him.
Cheryl gasped as Marsha walked into the room, her sister-in-law was wearing a black jersey mini dress that barely covered her ass, the dress plunged almost to the waist in the front and clung seductively to her ass-cheeks in the rear. She had sheer black nylons on and a pair of black hair-heeled sling-back shoes. "like the shoes, Cheryl? They're the latest thing from Paris, only seventy-five bucks."
"They are beautiful, although I must say your outfit is rather outrageous," said Cheryl timidly not wanting to offend her sister-in-law.
"Well, someone has to make up for you honey, where do you think we're going, Junior Night at the Prom?"
"You don't like my dress," said Cheryl disappointed.
"It's great for a debutant ball, but we're going out to paint the town honey, you have such a great body why don't you show it."
"Oh Andy wouldn't like me to do that," Cheryl said defensively.
"Oh to hell with Andy, he's not here right now," said Marsha making a derogative comment about Andy for the first time ever in front of her new sister-in-law.
"Oh please don't talk about Andy that way Marsha, it upsets me," said Cheryl quickening to tears.
"Oh me and my big mouth, sorry honey, I didn't mean it that way. Okay?"
"Alright," said Cheryl, drying her eyes.
"Well, come on, what are we waiting for, let's go," said Marsha suddenly realizing that it was all up to her to get the ball rolling. "Ah, but first, let's have one for the road. First rule of the night out on the town, never leave your apartment sober, you're bound to have a dull evening." Marsha reached into her pocket bag and pulled out a bottle of Brandy. "Only the best for us tonight," smiled Marsha taking a giant swig from the bottle of Napoleon Brandy and handing it to her wide-eyed sister-in-law. I wonder what those eyes are going to look like, she mused, by the end of the evening. I wish I hadn't let her in for this, but there's nothing I can do short of losing Hans at this point and I can't do that. I'll just have to take my chances that it doesn't blow her out too much.
Cheryl felt a little bit guilty as she took her first swig, she had drunk very little in her life and mostly only with Andy and she didn't know quite how to behave when he wasn't around. But she felt safe with Marsha and so she took a good sized drink from the bottle. She had never drunk Brandy before and now as it slipped down her throat and burned into her stomach she wondered if she should be drinking it at all.
"I know, I know," said Marsha in comforting tones, the first drink is always the toughest. Take another and you'll feel better."
"She's right," thought Cheryl to herself as she felt her second swig slip easily down her throat, she felt her whole body bathing in a warm gentle glow and as they stepped out into the night air she was glad of that little glow still warming her insides.
"I think we'll have dinner first and then go to a floor show at a place I know, then we'll go to a party at a friend's house, how does all that sound to you?" enquired Marsha solicitously.
"Sounds just fine to me, where are we going to eat?"
"Well, I know a nice little French restaurant on the other side of town in Laguna, it's not that far from a private club I know. It's near where I work so I know the area well." Marsha felt good driving her new Lotus Elite, she had been so happy when Hans had presented it to her and she knew that if she kept in his good books there were lots more goodies where this came from. Hans was stinking rich and all you had to do to get on his generous side was to give him what he wanted, and Marsha had every intention of always giving Hans what he wanted. Since she had been a little girl she had associated pain with pleasure. She had adored her father and he had beaten her bare little bottom more times than she could remember, he had beaten her bare bottom and then clasped her in his arms and comforted her pressing his big hairy body into his. She always liked her Daddy to hold her closely and he never seemed to do that unless he had beaten her, she couldn't understand it but somehow or other she had always endured his beatings because she enjoyed to be held by him. Hans was the perfect man for her, he had all the complexities of a man like her father, he beat her then he gave her pleasure. He was her master and she was his slave and she intended to keep it that way. Even to the sacrifice of her innocent young sister-in-law whom she suspected underneath it all wasn't as timid and cold as she appeared to be.
* * *
They arrived at Cher Madaleine, the tiny French restaurant that was frequented by some of the most famous names in Hollywood, and Marsha knew that Cheryl was about to have her mind blown. She had made reservations of course and as they were seated by the Maitre Di, Cheryl realized that Marsha was on very friendly terms with him. She looked around and drew in her breath sharply as she noticed what seemed to be a dearth of movie stars around her. She turned back to Marsha for confirmation only to find her nodding her head in agreement.
"Only don't stare at them Cheryl, they don't like it. Act nonchalantly as if you were a movie star yourself,, it's the only way to be around famous people."
Cheryl looked at the older man and the young woman at the next table and was struck by his cold, haunting face. He was a man in his late fifties, it seemed, with silver hair and steely gray eyes that looked as if they had been hurt a lot. He reminded her in some ways of an animal in pain. He was sitting with an extremely lovely young girl whose dress was so low cut that her nipples seemed to be on the verge of popping out at any minute and Cheryl wondered how it was that she managed to keep them in. She shivered a little as she noticed the older man's eyes boring into her, they seemed to look right through her and she felt cold all over. She wondered who he was and why he was looking at her so intently. She leaned over to Marsha, "There's a man at the next table who's really staring at me, what shall I do?"
"Don't do anything, he's probably blown away by the innocence of your beauty. Just smile at him." said Marsha, knowing full well who the man was.
The menu was in French and so Marsha ordered everything for them. Cheryl felt as if she was really in the middle of a Hollywood movie, eating the most delectable food she had ever eaten, knowing that it probably cost a fortune, drinking wine beyond anything she had ever experienced. She felt sophisticated in an entirely new way and wished Andy could had been there to witness her flowering.
Her body felt so soft and liquid and flowing now as she drank the rest of her wine. She never thought she would ever feel so good, even if she did feel a little woozy.
Marsha paid the bill leaving what seemed to be an enormous tip to Cheryl but apparently was entirely normal in a restaurant of this caliber.
"Now where to?" enquired Cheryl excited and curious at the next stage of her madness.
"Oh the evening's only just begun," said Marsha smiling broadly at her young sister-in-law. "Now we'll go see a little floor show and I'm telling you now Cheryl you've never seen anything like this before but I want you to know what goes on in the world around you, you can't be an innocent all your life you know."
Cheryl wanted to ask more questions but Marsha wouldn't let her and she wondered what on earth it was that she was going to see that so obviously going to blow her mind. She began to wonder exactly where Marsha was leading her this evening.
* * *
Meanwhile back at Cher Madaleine, Hans Swartz was finishing his dinner with a little liquor and coffee. He had been pleased with what he saw tonight, the young girl had just the right amount of innocence and he already suspected that beneath her obviously young exterior there dwelt a little tigress. She just needs to have it unleashed, the old satyr mused to himself. Unleashed just like this one I have here at the table. Too bad she's so available now, I just don't desire her any longer even though she is so beautiful. Yes . . . that young girl will suit me fine! All we have to do is to break her will and then I'll be able to do with her just as I please . . . just as I please!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Now don't get alarmed if a lot of people seem to know me at this club we're going to, I work here so that's why everyone is so familiar with me."
Cheryl had always wondered what the place was like where Marsha worked and as they pulled into the parking lot of a wildly neon-signed building she couldn't quite believe that this was it. It was obviously a pretty down and dirty place, Cheryl could just tell that from the outside and wondered if Andy had ever been there. He must have been sometime or other, thought Cheryl to herself, after all Marsha was his sister and they are quite close I wonder why he never told me she worked in a dive like this, maybe he was ashamed.
It was very dark as they entered the main room and Cheryl could see large murals of nudes everywhere, she felt herself tightened up in her stomach in panic and wondered if she shouldn't just tell Marsha to take her home immediately. Then she remembered that Andy had been out on the town in the Middle East and had probably seen a lot worst things so she decided to brave it out for his sake. After all I don't want to be innocent all my life she thought to herself.
She was aware now of Marsha introducing her to someone and she turned to find herself standing in front of the outstretched hand of an oriental man. He bowed politely to Cheryl and then taking her hand he kissed it delicately. He held onto Chery's hand as Marsha introduced him, "This is Wu, he's an old friend of mine Cheryl," said Marsha giving Wu an affectionate pinch on his rear-end much to Cheryl's embarrassment.
Wu smiled not in the least bit embarrassed and asked if he might join the ladies.
"Please do Wu, in fact stay with her now, I want to check things out."
Wu motioned for them to be seated and while Cheryl looked around at the crowded room the Japanese man moved in closer to her. She started when she felt Wu's hand on hers again and heard him say, "Don't be alarmed at anything you see, just remember everything in this world is just passing," he opened a box of cigarettes and offered one to Cheryl.
"I don't smoke, thank you," Cheryl said quickly.
"Do you mind if I do?" Wu asked politely.
"Not at all," said Cheryl warming to the fact that Wu seemed to be a gentleman.
"I hope you don't mind my saying so young lady, but you are entirely different than the usual sort of young woman who frequents this club."
Cheryl looked down at her modest dress and sighed, "Yes, I do look square compared to most of the women in here."
"Don't worry about it," said Wu kindly. "It's really refreshing to see a pretty young face in here, most of the women I see nowadays are so jaded. You obviously are not a woman of the world!"
Cheryl felt a little stung by Wu's remarks, she wasn't exactly sure what it meant to be a woman of the world but somehow or other she wanted to be one. She continued to look around the room in silence not knowing quite how to communicate with an obviously so sophisticated man.
"I see you are married," said Wu peering at Cheryl's middle finger. "Tell me about your husband, where he is tonight for instance."
"Well. . . where to begin. Yes, I'm married and very much in love with my husband," said Cheryl shyly, "He's not with me tonight because he's in the Middle East on business for his company."
"Ah. . . that explains why so young and beautiful a woman as yourself would be alone, no other reason than of course your husband is out of the country."
Cheryl found herself feeling more and more comfortable with Wu, somehow or other had had the knack of making one feel entirely at home. At first she had mistrusted him, his oriental manner had seemed aloof and suspicious but now as they talked she saw that he had compassion, he certainly was extremely willing to listen to her and his soothing tones relaxed and put her at her ease in a way she hadn't felt since Andy left town. Finally Cheryl plucked up enough courage to ask
Wu what his occupation was.
"I work for a very rich man and I do whatever he pleases. His whims are my command."
Cheryl's eyes opened wide in amazement, she had not expected such an answer and she certainly had not met anyone rich enough to have someone around just to fulfill his whims and fancies. The young girl was too overwhelmed by the entire evening to probe Wu any further and anyway something seemed to be happening in the direction of a small stage that seemed to be set up at the end of the room. Music had begun to float into the room and everyone in the middle of the floor began to drift back to their tables leaving Cheryl a good view of the stage.
"Have you ever seen a topless show before Cheryl?" enquired Wu in amused tones, perfectly convinced that the girl couldn't possibly have seen one.
"A-a what?" expostulated Cheryl.
"A topless show, I hope you are ready for it, because it's about to begin! .
"Don't worry, you won't see anything you can't handle. Actually, it's in pretty good taste compared to some shows I've seen, especially in the Orient."
"Do you travel in the Orient now," Cheryl asked of Wu, anxious to acquire a little more information about the man she was sitting with.
"Oh yes, all the time. Mr. Swartz, that's my employer, and I and of course my brother Tang who is also in employ of my master travel a great deal in the Orient. In fact a good deal of our business takes place in the East."
The floor show was about to begin and so Cheryl couldn't talk further, she found her eyes were insistently glued to the stage.
A tall girl came walking out on stage clad in nothing but stockings and a sequinned G-string. Everyone began applauding as she began dancing, her large bare breasts shaking as she moved. The music grew wilder as she danced, building up to a crescendo and stopping when a young man leaped on stage.
Cheryl gave a little cry. He too was naked, except for a good jockstrap. He was incredibly muscled and Cheryl couldn't tear her eyes from his bulging golden crotch.
The couple danced sinously around one another, the tips of their fingers touching one another's bodies. They moved closer and closer, looking at one another passionately. Now standing still, quite close together, their bodies still moving in time to the music, their hands caressing one another.
Cheryl wanted to look away, feeling the flame inside of her igniting again, feeling an urge to squeeze her legs together against the throbbing down in her loins. To mask her feelings, she rested her chin on one hand, propping her arm on the table, half hiding her face from a smiling Wu who seemed to be watching her rather than the show.
Cheryl leaned forward, her breath coming faster. The girl was pressing her hands on the man's stomach, just above his crotch and the man was moving his hands on the girl's rib cage, right below her pendulous breasts.
As the music grew wilder, a couch was slowly lowered on stage by wires and the young man, his muscles rippling picked the girl up and carried her to the couch, depositing her on her back where she writhed in time to the music, turning this way and that, imploring the man with looks and gestures to join her on the couch.
Cheryl stared, unable to blink. What are they going to do she wondered. The young man danced around the couch, making lascivious gestures then running off stage to return immediately, carrying what looked like a Grecian urn. He danced slowly around the girl, who was wanton, even daring while Cheryl gasped, to spread her legs a little.
Cheryl sat trying to look composed but she felt very woozy from all the alcohol she had consumed at dinner and now she found another drink sitting in front of her, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Cheryl began to feel her own vagina under her panties begin to get moist and her clitoris tucked safely between the folds of her swelling vagina lips beginning to stir restlessly. Her eyes were glued to the man's muscular thighs that were heavily corded with hard muscles rippling under his skin.
And his golden bulging crotch. Cheryl peered, wondering if it was her imagination or could she really make out the faint outline of his testicles and penis. My God, she thought, I've never even seen Andy this naked whenever we made love he was always undressed in bed before I could see him and somehow or other he always managed to be up in the morning before me so that I never really saw him naked.
The man danced slowly, sensuously around the couch, slowly tilting the urn to spill something down on the body of the writhing girl who closed her eyes and held her hands out eagerly, the fluid splashing. Cheryl leaned forward to see what it was.
Oil!
With a gasp, her hand flew to grasp Wu who held her hand in an iron grip. Cheryl watched unbelieving as the girl slowly, lovingly smoothed oil over her naked body, caressing and pinching her breasts lewdly as her whole body began to shine and glint in the stage lights. She couldn't help the thought that raced through her mind: How sinful! How erotic! If only she could do that with Andy!
She stirred uncomfortably in her seat. Wu still had her hand and she felt her vaginal juices flowing, wetting the crotch band of her panties and her own clitoris throbbing and swelling against the tight gently pulsating lips of her cunt.
She tore her eyes from the stage and looked down. Wu with his free hand, silently offered her her drink which she took and hastily drank, gulping the gin down, feeling nothing, looking over the rim of the glass to see the girl now lying on her stomach, the man pouring more oil then setting the urn down and massaging the girl's back as she moved, seeming to grind her buttocks deep in the couch-the way Cheryl had herself down in frustration late at night.
A tiny moan escaped her lips as she watched the man slowly, insinuatingly begin to smear oil on the girl's buttocks with only the thin line of the G-string in her soft, darkly hued crevice. Underneath the table, Cheryl crossed her legs and squeezed tight, finding to her dismay that it only increased her excitement.
Then, as a hypnotized Cheryl watched, the man was about to get on top of the girl who turned over and held her arms open as the music swelled and, with a cymbal crash, the lights went out and Cheryl was left staring into the darkness with only her imagination left to fill the ideas and the sound of Wu laughing next to her brought her sharply back to the table.
Cheryl started and stared into the darkness trying to see Wu's face, she realized with dismay that she was still holding tightly to his hand. Suddenly, the lights came up and Wu released her hand and said in fatherly tones. "Did that upset you Cheryl?"
"N-no, not really," said Cheryl timidly.
Wu stared at the young girl for a long time and then emitting a low chuckle, "You know, you hide it very well my dear but beneath that modest exterior beats the heart of a very passionate woman. I know, believe me, I know."
Cheryl stared at Wu, her eyes widening with dismay, she didn't care for the turn the conversation was taking.
"Oh dear, I've offended you. I didn't mean to, please forgive me," said Wu solicitously. "But you know you should free yourself, don't fight the natural instincts of your nature, if you feel passion you should enjoy it not repress it."
"I really have no idea' what you are talking about," said Cheryl stubbornly.
"Alright, I won't talk about it anymore. Besides, what did you think about the act.. . tell me, I'm curious?"
"It was, well it was kind of outrageous. I had no idea people did things like that in front of other people."
"Well, now you know Cheryl, personally I think it's a good thing. It's something everyone does, we aren't children anymore, we should know about such things."
Cheryl was mute, she couldn't say anything because she really didn't know what to say. On the one hand she thought it was the most disgusting thing she'd ever seen and on the other hand she was very moved by it, it was erotic and sensual and had certainly set her cuntal juices flowing in a way that was difficult for her to control. She was relieved at that moment to see her sister-in-law returning to the table.
"Well my innocent little sister-in-law, what did you think of the show? Oh no . . . don't tell me your red face is enough . . . it embarrassed you, right?"
"Well, yes and no."
"Oh I get it. It turned you on and it scared the wits out of you. Well, honey when you've seen the show as many times as I have you'll find that it doesn't do a damn thing to you. Except the oil, that always sends me into outer space." laughed Marsha throatily bending over at the same time and plunging her tongue deeply into Wu's ear.
Cheryl was stunned, she had never seen this side of Marsha before and she wondered if Andy ever had either. Although she pondered if he's been to the club then he's seen the show and his sister behave outrageously. Perhaps this really is a good education for me.
Marsha called the waitress over to order drinks for everyone and then turned to Cheryl, "well honey are you ready for the next stage of your nightlife initiation?" she said grinning lewdly, "because the next stage of the journey is really far out!"
"What kind of a place is it?" Cheryl asked innocently.
"Well it's a private home, a friend of mine Oscar Hamwell gives the most terrific parties that you could ever imagine, at least I think so and so do a lot of Hollywood movie stars as well. He and his wife started these parties with a few friends because they were bored with the usual channels of entertainment and now they are so crowded they have to take reservations!"
"Reservations to go to a party, I've never heard of such a thing!" exclaimed Cheryl.
"You've never been to a party anything like this before that's why honey. Well are you ready."
"What happens there?" Cheryl said curiously.
"A little drinking, a little smoking and a little dancing and a little game we all play together.. . you'll see, you don't have to take part, you can just watch."
"Do you play this game?"
"You're damn right I do!" exclaimed Marsha with an enormous grin, "I always play and sometimes Wu does too, don't you Wu?"
"Yes indeed, it's all fun. Let's go now we've been talking too long, It's time for a little more action."
CHAPTER FIVE
It was a sultry evening in Hollywood and the crickets were deep in song echoeing the joy of the canyons as they bathed in the slumberous night air. Hans Swartz was content, he was certain that the young girl he had seen at the restaurant earlier on in the evening with Marsha would suit him perfectly. Not only suit him but suit his very special client he had flying in for the weekend. The man had a very special liking for redheads and they didn't come in any more flaming tones than Cheryl Thompson. He had liked her almost child-like innocence and when he had looked into her eyes across the candlelit tables he had seen the look of a frightened deer. She would make an excellent captive.
Hans Swartz had his fingers in a lot of pies, all of which brought him in many dollars but none fed his enormous appetite for wealth like his oil contacts. He had been in very special communication with the Sheik of Iban and it was he who was flying in for the weekend to spend time with Hans working out the final details of their contract. It meant millions to Hans and he felt the least he could do was to give him a girl. Ali as he was affectionately known to his friends had specified a redhead and young, preferably an innocent young girl, he didn't want any kind of a whore, not a woman who was used to fucking but one who would be taken by him as if for the first time. Hans felt that Cheryl was the perfect victim for Ali and he intended to train her especially for the role. He would break her will so that she would obey him . . . give him exactly what he wanted . . . he would give her no choice but to give herself to the Sheik. What pleasure Hans would receive from breaking her will. Innocent victims were always the most enjoyable.
* * *
Cheryl really didn't have any idea where Wu and Marsha were taking her. She wasn't used to this side of Los Angeles and it seemed that they were driving into the mountains, totally in the other direction from where she lived. She didn't ask questions however, Wu and Marsha seemed to be silent and she didn't feel like talking.
She felt excited now, something was happening to her for the first time in her life, she had never realized just how much erotic things moved her. Earlier on when she had wanted to throw off her clothes and rip off the golden G-string from the muscular young man on the stage and plunge it deeply into her belly. She wanted to writhe in the oil and fuck like a mad horse until she was exhausted and still more. She liked the lewdness of their bodies and the way they writhed to the seductive music and deep inside of herself she wished she had been the girl on the stage.
Cheryl could never have explained her feelings to anyone else, she felt so ashamed that she ever felt that way and yet she knew something deep and primitive within her was being released. She felt guilt and she felt liberated at the same time.
Suddenly they were pulling onto a small dirt road and as they bumped along Cheryl began to wonder where on earth they were going. About a mile up the road they pulled up in front of what looked like an old farmhouse. There were cars everywhere, mostly continentals and Cadillacs and Cheryl realized that she was running with a really rich set.
The room was very dark when they entered and it took Cheryl a few minutes for her eyes to focus before she could observe where it was she had been brought. The whole scene that unfolded before her eyes looked like a bordello from an old western movie. Red velvet drapes lined the room and a deep red carpet covered the entire floor. The drapes were held in place by gold clasps which echoed again on the black lacquer furniture everywhere. At the far end of the room was the most magnificent staircase that Cheryl had ever seen, it seemed to sweep down into the room from eternity. Men and woman were moving up and down the stairway, lolling on the chairs looking very casual and at ease.
Cheryl's thoughts were interrupted by an attractive older man wearing a casual cashmere sweater and a pair of soft tweed pants, he seemed to know Marsha. "Honey great you got here, we didn't want to start playing until you got here. What do we have here another new party member. Welcome, my dear," the older man said extending his hand to Cheryl, "welcome to my home."
"This is your home. Oh.. . it's so grand," Cheryl gasped, "and there are so many people here."
"Naturally, when Oscar Hamwell has a party, everyone in Hollywood comes my dear and soon you'll find out why. Hope you'll stay to play with us.
"What is he talking about Marsha," Cheryl enquired curiously.
"Just wait and see, ah great, here comes the champagne," said Marsha grabbing a waiter by the arm and steering him over to where they were standing."
"Oh I don't drink champagne, thank you," said Cheryl nervously beginning to feel more than apprehensive at being in such a grand house with so many people she didn't know. his hands, everyone began to applaud.
"I just want to welcome everyone officially to my house, there are so many friends here tonight that I can't possibly talk to everyone so I say hello to everyone from myself and my wife Candy. We're all here to have fun, there's not enough fun in this crazy world and Candy and I have our own ideas about what we think fun is. It seems a lot of people think the same way that we do because our parties are getting bigger and bigger. Anyway the Hashish is coming around, the champagne is continuing its usual flow and the fun can now begin. Here's to the bachanal!" said Oscar drowning a glass of champagne and smashing the glass against the fireplace.
"I think I'll play," laughed Marsha throatily, "I'm in the mood for a lot of fun tonight."
"Oh dear," said Cheryl afraid she was going to be left alone.
"Don't worry, I won't leave you," said Wu patting her hand reassuringly.
Cheryl was so grateful for Wu, he seemed so polite and kind and always said just the right thing to her, she felt she could trust him.
"Don't judge Marsha for what you might see her
"Oh don't be such a party pooper, the night is young. Drink, enjoy, live your life don't be such a goose," said Marsha thrusting a glass under her nose.
Cheryl was excited at the prospect of drinking her first glass of champagne. She had almost had champagne at her wedding but Andy seemed to think it was too intoxicating. Secretly though, Cheryl had always wanted to taste champagne and now seemed as good a time as any. She began to drink slowly from the delicate glass allowing the beige liquid to froth around her nose and tickle it, seeming to sing to her of the madness she was about to witness. As Cheryl drank her champagne she noticed several famous faces and turned excitedly to Marsha for confirmation. Marsha nodded to her that yes they were movie stars and yes she should be cool and not ogle at anyone. They all came here to escape the madness of Hollywood and preferred to be just like everyone else in the room.
Cheryl noticed now that people were only coming down the stairs and that the lights of the room were beginning to dim a little. She saw Oscar Hamwell move to the center of the room and raise do in a few moments, remember Cheryl we all have within us many things which we don't know about until they are unleashed. If you judge someone heavily you had better look within yourself for the fault, it usually lies there. Just observe. This is one of the ways that Marsha enjoys herself, who is to say what is right and what is wrong for the individual soul, she is just doing what she feels. That is all."
Cheryl was moved by the oriental man's wise words. She had never had anyone talk to her this way before and yet it seemed to make perfect sense, whatever he said to her. She knew that there were a lot of things she didn't know in the world and that she would have to open her mind up to a lot more if she was going to be a well-rounded woman. One that Andy could always rely on.
The young girl slowly sipped her champagne and began to relax more, she watched as Oscar Ham well raised his hands again. "Will all the players please assemble in the middle of the room," as the players gathered around Oscar, Cheryl saw him writing everyone's name on a piece of paper then he left the floor and wild music began to play. One of the red velvet drapes opened at the end of the room and Cheryl saw a large neon board glowing in the darkened room. Suddenly the music stopped and Marsh's name shot up on the board, Cheryl turned to look at Marsha and saw that she was reaching under her mini-dress and removing her panties, a cheer went up from the room.
"Why is she taking off her panties," Cheryl enquired curiously.
"Wait and see miss, don't you know curiosity killed the cat," Wu murmured.
Cheryl stared dumbly at the champagne glass as the music started up again and she wondered if she should have come here at all. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, she didn't know what was going to happen but she was beginning to think that she wasn't ready for it, whatever it was, and she didn't know at this point how she could escape being as she didn't even know where she was.
The young girl turned now as a waiter came to their table wheeling a huge looking pipe with water in a glass bowl underneath it.
"What is that Wu," she said pulling on his sleeve.
"Ah, yes. This is a Turkish pipe my dear, it contains hashish which in the middle East and other places is used for truly relaxing the mind. It, you might say, even allows the mind to take a rest. I recommend that you try it."
Cheryl hesitated a little and then took the mouthpiece inhaling deeply. She choked a little but felt the smoke sinking deeply into her lungs. "Ummm.. . it tastes funny, I've never had anything like it before."
"Never before I'm sure. Take another puff and hold the smoke in your lungs. Don't talk for a little while just allow the spirit of the smoke to enter you."
Cheryl didn't really understand what Wu meant about the spirit of the smoke but she inhaled the pipe deeply just the same. She sat quietly now observing the players in the room and feeling herself seem to drift away from her body until she felt as if she were flying on the ceiling. The moment she saw the players from above their heads she found herself back at the table again. Cheryl pinched herself to make sure she was still there, what on earth is happening to me, she wondered.
Wu noticed her perplexed look, "don't worry my dear if you feel a little unusual, it's just the smoke."
Cheryl turned her attention to the players again and noticed that since she last looked several players had removed their articles of clothing, in fact one man was wearing only his underwear. It was all so daring and exciting thought Cheryl to herself even though she couldn't understand the rules of the game. All she knew was that the players danced and when their name flashed on the board they removed whatever clothing they wanted to. What happens when they are completely naked, thought Cheryl to herself.
She felt her head falling back now, she was very relaxed and extremely sensual. Little darts of electricity had begun to jump up and down her spine and she realized that in some strange kind of way she was being turned on by the players on the floor. Once again, as at the floorshow earlier, it was vicarious pleasure.
The music stopped again and Marsha's name flashed on the screen. Cheryl held her breath as Marsha removed her dress standing only in her bra and garter belt and stockings. She was standing directly under a spotlight and looked absolutely gorgeous, her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, her firm tanned skin glistening with perspiration and the fuzzy triangle of blondness that covered her pussy seemed to be undulating in rhythm to Cheryl's heartbeat. She felt as if she were Marsha and in some strange way she wished she were. She turned to look at Wu, his attention was riveted on Marsha's lovely body and Cheryl felt herself unconsciously spread her own legs feeling the warm air caressing her inner thigh and igniting the flames of her own passion.
Cheryl felt daring suddenly and asked Wu for more of the pipe. "What was that stuff again," she asked him.
"It was hashish, here take a little more. Really let loose Cheryl, you don't need to hold back yourself. Just let it be." He handed Cheryl the pipe once again and as she watched the floor she inhaled again deeply of the strange pungent mixture, feeling it tingle--her body sending tiny sensations of erotic pleasure darting through her. She noticed that the man in his underwear was completely naked now, she hadn't been aware of another music stop and she knew that time and space were beginning to have a different meaning for her. She stared at the naked man now and felt her vagina begin to throb insistently, it was almost as if it had a life of its own. She felt her clitoris swelling against the band of her panties in an effort to free itself. Her cuntal juices began to flow freely now and she pressed her pussy into the chair in an effort to subside the erotic feelings she was having, but it was impossible. It was as if her pussy was it's own boss, she had no control over herself.
Cheryl looked at the naked man now and found that she couldn't take her eyes off his penis. It was so huge that it took her breath away, Andy didn't have a cock anything like the size of that man's thought Cheryl, I wonder what it would be like to feel that up inside of me. She moaned now, feeling the wetness in her panties, she wriggled into the chair and felt the tightness of her panties leg band cut into her clitoris. She turned to find Wu smiling at her indulgently. "Yes," he said, "It is exciting isn't it?"
"Oh yes," replied Cheryl breathlessly. "What are they going to do now?"
"We'll see . . . we'll see," said Wu patting her hand again affectionately.
Cheryl noticed now that an older looking woman wearing a short hot pants suit of red silk and high knee boots was walking over to the naked man in the middle of the floor. She whispered something in his ear and he nodded to her and allowed himself to be led off the floor and up the sweeping staircase to the sounds of cheers and shouts from the rest of the crowd.
"What just happened," said Cheryl gathering her brow together as if in deep concentration.
"The woman who walked onto the floor just bought the young man's clothes."
"Well what are they going to do now," she enquired further.
"Now, in a manner of speaking he is going to buy them back. One favor for another as it were."
"Oh," said Cheryl not wanting to ask any further questions in case she missed something on the floor. The music started up again and Marsha's name flashed on the board, this time Marsha removed all of her clothing and stood absolutely naked in the middle of the room. She moved seductively, offering herself as it were to the room, her large breasts with their ripe ruby nipples seemed to grow larger by the minute as they danced on her lascivious body. A big looking man walked over to Marsha quickly and whispered in her ear, she nodded to him and they almost seemed to fly from the middle of the room up the sweeping staircase.
"I want to know where she's gone. I want to know, I really do."
Wu led the confused girl across the dance floor and through a door at the side of the sweeping staircase. To her amazement Cheryl saw another set of stairs before her eyes and Wu motioned for her to go up them. At the top of the staircase there were a series of doors, Wu listened at one of them as if seeming to wait for an invitation to enter, after a few seconds he entered.
It was very dark inside and Cheryl was frightened, just then Wu pressed a button and suddenly one of the walls in the room lit up and Cheryl saw through to the other side. Marsha was lying on an enormous bed in the next room, entirely naked and writhing her hands lasciviously over her whole body as the man in front of her undressed.
"Oh my God! Marsha, stop it!" Cheryl exclaimed. "She can't hear you," Wu said simply. Cheryl sat stunned as she watched the man undress and saw his huge erect prick with a blood red head swelling larger as he crawled on the bed, crawled to kneel on either side of Marsha's shoulders and crouched, his throbbing cock in one hand. Cheryl watched as Marsha closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide and her tongue licked slowly around the great head. Then, caressing the rigid cock with both hands, she slowly drew the smooth, bulbous head deeply into her mouth.
The man's prick seemed to fill Marsha's mouth with its head alone. Marsha sucked, trying to draw more in, her lips like two tight elastic bands around the head which seemed to Cheryl to be bigger than she ever thought any penis could be.
Desire swept through like a flash-fire. She slumped back with Wu putting a supporting arm around her. She relaxed back into her seat, trying as quietly as she could to wiggle the band of her panties tight up against her crotch, feeling, with a shivering thrill of satisfaction the band slip up in the crack of her buttocks and touch lightly her anus.
She watched Marsh's face which seemed swept clean with passion as she lifted her head from the bed and sucked greedily as if she wanted to devour the whole huge cock in her mouth. Cheryl watched the man above her begin to slowly and obscenely pump his hips. A trickle of vaginal juice seeped through the tight band of her panties and slowly oozed down the inside of one thigh. What she was watching was wrong, all wrong. The fact that they were watching such an obscene and perverted act was wrong. She had never dreamed Marsha was so disgusting and she couldn't possibly imagine that her husband Andy had any idea that his sister was so perverted. He would never have allowed it. Marsha was debased, there she was hanging onto the penis of a stranger with both hands, her cheeks going hollow as the man withdrew, expanding as he thrust home, growing wilder with each thrust.
It was wrong, Immoral, sinful, evil. It was all wrong and yet it was, at the same time, the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life. She moaned as she watched and sunk lower in the couch, squirming to tighten the soaking wet crotch band of her panties against her clitoris, hoping in some way to bring herself to a climax.
It was all wrong and, in that fact, Cheryl felt some kind of wild unreasoning excitement. The very fact that it was all wrong made it all the more desirable to do. Her brain raced madly thinking: just once in my life, just once to do all the things I've dreamt about, all the wrong things, to do them just once for the thrill of doing them!
It made insane lascivious sense. Wu, with his arm around her, let his hand slip idly down and rest on one of her huge firm breasts. He gave it a little squeeze and Cheryl spread her legs wider.
In the other room, the man was now bucking on top of Marsha so hard Cheryl was afraid he would hurt her but Marsha clung to the cock as if her life depended on it, sucking harder. With brute strength, the man leaped off Marsha and turned her over on the bed, Marsha without prompting raised her buttocks high, crouching on her knees her face almost lost in the covers of the bed.
Cheryl watched with her mouth open, moaned and sat helpless as Wu unbuttoned the front of her dress and slipped his hand down inside of her bra. More than anything Cheryl wanted to put her own hands on her inflamed throbbing cunt which now had trickled her excited sexual juices down the insides of both thighs.
Cheryl watched, moaning with delight as the man kneeled behind Marsha and guided the head of his cock to rub softly on Marsh's exposed and spread cunt with Marsha wriggling back up, eager to be fucked. Cheryl watched mesmerized as the man slowly slid the cock in and out and said something to Marsha and Marsha answered, her face twisted by passion. She seemed to be saying something over and over as Cheryl watched the huge cock slipping in and out, withdrawing to the head and slowly sinking deeper with each mighty thrust. She watched and shivered as the stiff cock came out, covered and glistening with Marsha's vaginal juice.
Beside her, the tips of Wu's fingers were massaging the nipple of her breast and Cheryl squirmed more, feeling the nipple harden and wave erect, feeling his massaging fingers pleasant, feeling a slender thrill go down her spine and into her lust inflamed pussy.
Now the man in the other room, held Marsha by the hips and was fucking harder, faster, increasing the tempo with Marsha below him, thrusting her ass up to meet each movement forward. of the mercilessly surging cock.
Wu put a hand on Cheryl's thigh and her hand crept over to meet and restrain his. Slowly, as Cheryl watched in utter fascination, the man seemed to be going wilder now, fucking Marsha savagely and without mercy. Cheryl felt Wu's hand stealing down her thigh toward the hem of her dress, her own hand on top of his and powerless to stop him.
At the hem of her dress, Wu started back up, drawing the dress up higher and higher. Cheryl watched, unable to do anything as the man suddenly, his mouth moving, withdrew from Marsha and fell on the bed, rolling on his back with Marsha up and straddling him, reaching under for his hard glistening prick and, holding it in position and spreading the pubic hair with its smooth rubbery head she crouched, the prick gliding tightly into the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt. Slowly, holding her breasts in her hands, pinching the nipples, she began an obscene grind forcing the prick as far as it would go into her widely split vaginal passage.
Wu now had Cheryl's dress up so high, the white wet crotch band of her panties showed. In her ear, Wu whispered, "I want to feel that little cunt of yours." and the coarseness, the smuttiness of his voice sent a strange forbidden thrill through Cheryl. Again, not really paying attention to his hand, Cheryl watched as Marsha began to slowly pump up and down over the man. Cheryl could clearly see the pink edges of her cunt made ragged by her pubic hair, pulling out and going back in each time she withdrew then slipped down over the cock again.
Wu had a finger on the wetness of her panties, gently forcing the crotch band aside, revealing her soft red pubic hair now soaked and matted and one ridge of her swollen vulva lips. Cheryl groaned, watching as Marsha as the man now seemed frenzied and wild. Their mouths open and their eyes closed.
Cheryl now realized she was sprawled on a couch with her dress up around her waist, her hips thrust out and her legs spread wide and Wu was now fondling her excitedly pulsating cunt and she was liking it. She moaned low and said, "Please stop!"
"Why?" Wu whispered, "Don't you like it?" Before she could answer, he said, "Look!" and without thinking she turned her passion smoked eyes back to the lewd spectacle in the other room.
Marsha and the man were now bucking, rearing, the man arched off the bed with the full weight of
Marsha on top of him. Marsha had thrown her head back and her body was twitching out of control. Cheryl watched as the man grabbed her hips and pumped load after load of cum into Marsha's voraciously milking cunt. For a fleeting second they seemed suspended in mid-air then they both crashed to the bed falling in a tangled heap.
Cheryl summoned all of her strength. "Wu, stop. I can't. I'm a married woman." with what strength and concentration she could muster, she forced his hand away from her moist, hungry vagina and closed her legs, sitting up and looking away from Wu and the two exhausted people in the next room. "That's disgusting," she said in a low voice.
Wu agreed. "Disgusting but exciting, you watched it."
Cheryl tried to catch her breath. "I've never seen anything like that. How could she do such a thing?"
"It is not that difficult Cheryl my dear. You yourself were almost doing it."
"What!" gasped Cheryl.
"Yes, don't look so surprised. You were excited and you know it. There is a volcano inside of you my dear young girl and one of these days it's going to explode. If they had gone on a few more minutes you would have been fucking me and loving it."
He was right and Cheryl knew it, she felt ashamed and disgusted with herself, she was really no better than Marsha, they were both animals of lust. She felt a little faint now, "Please Wu, I don't feel good, could I get some air," she pleaded.
"Certainly," Wu said, taking her hand and leading her back through the hallway into the main room. The same game was going on but with different players now, all in different stages of undress. A naked man smiled at Cheryl and she found that she couldn't take her eyes off his penis, it was so enormous. The frightened young girl saw the water pipe and took a deep drag from it without any encouragement from Wu. She needed something to calm her ragged nerves.
She slumped back onto a chair and immediately began to see images of her sister-in-law and the man in various positions of lust. "I've just never seen anything like it before," she mumbled to Wu.
"And you'll probably never feel anything like that in your lifetime, my dear."
"What do you mean?" Cheryl said defensively.
"I mean you have an erotic nature but you won't allow it to immerge. You are too afraid of what other people might think of you, so you can't be your natural self. You really wish you had the nerve to go out there and let men look at your naked body. You wish you could, but you can't, you don't have the nerve, nor the guts. You'll never know real passion."
Cheryl felt stunned, no-one had ever talked to her that way before, she felt very hurt.
"How can you say that," she retorted.
"Alright then, go out there and play the game just like all the other women are doing." urged Wu sadistically.
"W-what. . . me . . . play that game, are you out of your mind?"
"I'm not but you should be. Get out of your mind, take a chance, follow those primitive instincts that you feel rumbling deep inside of you. Don't be such a coward Cheryl, live out your fantasies. Dare to be."
"I'm not a coward, I'm not," said Cheryl defensively.
"Then prove it to me. Do it with me Cheryl, I wont harm you I promise. Take this chance, be bold, be brave. I'll be right there with you."
The music started up on the floor again and Wu sent Cheryl out onto the floor as he gave their names to Oscar Hamwell. Cheryl hung out at the end of the floor waiting for Wu, she didn't want to be alone with a lot of strangers. Wu had barely returned when the music stopped and much to Cheryl's horror she saw her own name flashing up on the screen. She very timidly removed her dress to reveal herself wearing her very modest white under slip. Several people around the floor began to giggle and Cheryl felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Take your slip off Cheryl, no-one is quite used to such a modest piece of clothing, remove it quickly." said Wu insistently.
Cheryl obeyed Wu and stood now in only her panties, bra, garter belt and stockings. A wave of excitement ran through the room at the sight of the voluptuous young girl standing before them. Cheryl looked around now and saw many eyes upon her. She saw a lot of women in various stages of nakedness but none of them had bodies like hers and she knew it. She stood with her huge firm breasts swelling and heavy in her bra; the bra itself seemed such a flimsy thing with her breasts, like two overripe melons straining to be released, her smooth undulating hips seemed to melt into her tiny bikini panties and they in turn seemed to bite into her flesh in an effort to free themselves from her body.
Cheryl felt like a different woman now as she stood almost naked in front of a whole roomful of people. She felt her clitoris rubbing against her panties and she remembered how Wu had slipped his fingers underneath the tight crotch band of her panties in an effort to reach her swelling pussy. She felt the hashish swirling through her voluptuous body and she knew now that Wu was right, she was a passionate erotic woman and she had been hiding behind a cover of modesty. Never had she felt more vital and alive. She turned and looked at Wu, he also was standing in his underwear and Cheryl once more became aware that time had passed without her remembrance, she wondered if the hashish somehow had clouded her brain so that a minute seemed like an hour and an hour seemed like a minute, she didn't know and she didn't really care . . . she felt a new freedom sweep through her entire body.
The music began again and Cheryl began to undulate sensually now, not caring about anyone else in the room just involved with the rhythm of the music and her own body, she was hardly aware that every eye in the room was upon her. The music stopped and her name flashed on the board. Cheryl stood, barely breathing now fully aware that every person in the room was straining all of their attention on her, waiting for what she would do next.
Cheryl realized that at this point it would be an easy thing to walk off the floor, but she couldn't. . . she felt compelled to see the drama through to the end no matter what. She felt the flame deep inside her igniting again, feeling it rage until her whole stomach seemed rampaging with desire.
Slowly and seductively she reached up her back to the catch of her flimsy bra and released it, feeling her pendulous ripe melon breasts cascade into the warmth of the room. She moved around the spotlight, her huge breasts jiggling and undulating with each move, she knew she was the center of attention and her whole being felt elated with her sense of importance. People started applauding her now and urged on by their support she started to peel off her panties. There was a groan from someone behind her as she stooped to remove them, revealing the naked crevice of her buttocks for all those on that side of the room to see. She walked over to Wu in just her garter belt and stockings and high heeled shoes.
Cheryl gasped now as she looked at Wu, somehow or other he had removed all his clothing and was standing stark naked. His cock was every bit as big as the man she had watched with Marsha. Bigger perhaps, hanging between his legs like some primeval thing. A lewd liquid thrill swept through her body. This, she thought, is what it must be like to be a whore.
A strange looking man came up to Cheryl now, "name your price baby, the sky's the limit."
Wu stepped forward, "Sorry too late, I already bought her for one thousand dollars," with this remark Wu took Cheryl's hand and led her off the floor to the sound of loud applause and whistling.
"What do you mean you bought me for a thousand dollars," Cheryl said in puzzled tones.
"Exactly what I said, do you want the money now or later. I thought you would rather have me buy your clothes back than a stranger."
"I see . . said Cheryl slowly. "You mean that's what happened with Marsha, the man bought her clothes from her and then she fucked him."
"That's right angel.. . that's exactly what happened."
CHAPTER SIX
Once again the dimension of time and space seemed to expand and contract for Cheryl, she wasn't sure how long of a time had passed since she left the dance floor with Wu, it seemed she was walking up the staircase for an eternity and her eyes were mesmerized by the enormously exquisite crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the hallway at the top of the stairs. She seemed to be able to see. a multitude of colors reflected in the droplets of crystal hue and she felt all the colors merging into her body.
Suddenly she felt Wu take her arm and lead her into a darkened room and for the first time in ages Cheryl realized she was alone with a naked man. She started and made for the door but Wu caught her arm and pushed her back onto a bed in the corner of the room. Before she knew what was happening Wu was on top of her, his arms were like steel bonds around her, pinning her under him and she struggled, thrashing around but only succeeded in separating her long milk white legs and allowing Wu to get his knee between them. She pleaded over and over again, saying, finally, "Let me up or I'll scream!"
Wu chuckled a deep throaty laugh, "scream all you want to Princess, no-one can hear you."
Cheryl fought with all her might but Wu was too strong for her, gradually forcing her trembling legs further and further apart, pinning her flat against the bed and exposing her naked flaming red pubic mound and tight little pussy underneath. She could feel his cock, now hard and swelling, pressing against her pubic hair and imbedding itself in the soft flesh of her stomach.
With the quickness of a lizard, Wu shifted his grip and ducked his head down, taking one of her huge breasts in his mouth. Hungrily he chewed and sucked, taking all of her nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over it, sucking and biting on it. "Stop Wu! Oh god! please stop!" she pleaded, her voice going high and breathy as she felt her body involuntarily responding to this treatment, both her nipples becoming bullet hard and a deep thrill running through her body.
Her head fell back and she pleaded in a tiny voice as Wu wedged his other knee between her legs, forcing them wider apart still. Still holding her with one arm, Wu groped with his free one, his hand finding the swollen edges of her cunt and his fingers probing the soft, wet, fleshy substance there. "Oh, you're hurting me!" she cried in a faint voice.
"You liked it out there, you liked the whole thing, didn't you?" Wu said taking his face from her breasts. "Answer me."
"Stop, you're hurting me!" Cheryl moaned as a finger found its way up inside her hot, pulsating cunt and probed around.
Wu didn't answer instead he slid another finger into her tight cunt, stretching it and slowly began sawing in and out. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"No," moaned Cheryl trying to fight the feelings beginning to churn inside of her.
Wu picked up the pace of his finger fucking. Cheryl moaned and pleaded, her voice dying away as the rhythm of his sawing fingers became contagious, and despite herself she felt her betraying hips beginning to move and it was such a good feeling. Before, with Andy, she had always been content to lie motionless, letting him do all the work which he always ended too quickly.
"That's it, you hot little bitch, move!" commanded Wu and Cheryl found herself responding, rotating her hips as his fingers fucked in and out faster and faster between her thighs. "You liked it out there, didn't you, liked being naked in front of all those people?"
"I'm not sure," whispered Cheryl.
Wu suddenly pulled his fingers free with a wet sucking sound and held them up under his nose. "Ah," he whispered, "that's a good smell.
Gripping her arms by the wrist, Wu was suddenly off her and his tongue was snaking a wet trail down her stomach, pausing to lick and bore into her squirming navel then on down over her pubic hair and licking the insides of her thighs then all around the edges of her cunt. With one last desperate effort she screamed "No!" before Wu glued his open mouth over her cunt and sucked hard and Cheryl's "No!" trailed off in a long cry that ended in a moan of delight as his poker hot tongue found and licked at her tiny clitoris and slid slowly, tantalizingly up, up like a slippery eel into her hot cunt.
"Ohhhhhhyes!" she hissed all in one long breath, her hips pumping now. Never before had she felt such an exquisite sensation and she wished it would go on all night! Her mouth open, her eyes half-closed, a look of lewdness on her face, she forgot where she was, forgot who Wu was, forgot even who she was and lasciviously spread her legs wider, allowing his tongue to burrow and wiggle deeper, her hips beginning a long slow rotating undulation as Wu sucked. "Oh, never stop that, never, never, never!" she crooned, increasing her motion even more and more.
Wu let go of her wrists and her hands flew to his head and she pulled it in tighter on her cunt, her legs spread wide, her knees and legs rising off the bed, her hips rotating like mad. Wu licked and sucked like a man dying of thirst, building Cheryl toward an orgasm. Cheryl saw herself like a raft caught in the rapids of a foaming river. She relaxed totally, her whole body writhing on the bed now, like a stick being tossed about in foaming white water. Ahead there was a roaring, mighty river that was building an intensity every moment. A great waterfall was ahead and soon, she would plunge over it. The waterfall was her orgasm and Cheryl yearned for the violence of it, urging Wu on in incoherent gasps. "That's it, oh yes I love it!" she said over and over again, wanting Wu to bury his whole mouth in her flaming cunt, wanting to go over the waterfall in a mad headlong falling rush and plunge deep into the green waters of her own cum.
With a mighty effort, Wu tore himself free and leaped on top of her. "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to beg for it!" he grunted at her.
"Yes, yes!" Cheryl cried, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she said, surprised at the coarse sound of her own voice and thrilled with the dirty words she was using. She did want him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck her all night! at that moment she wanted him to fuck her forever!
Taking his huge pulsating cock in his hand, Wu shoved the head of it against her cunt, wetting it with her cuntal juices and letting it slide up and down, "you like that, don't you?"
"Yes!" Cheryl hissed, pulling her knees up near her breasts and wiggling down her buttocks harder into the bed.
"Beg me to fuck you, I want to hear you beg for it!"
"Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, please, fuck me all night!" she said in a low thrilling voice, delighted to hear herself say the words.
Although she was aware of it, she paid no notice to the dark figures that were slipping through the door and standing along the wall, watching the bed intently, Marsha was there, naked, standing next to her stood the man who had propositioned Cheryl on the dance floor. Other men in various stages of undress, crowded into the room.
Slowly, Wu began leaning his weight on Cheryl, the thick mushroom head of his cock plowing into her cunt, spreading its warm soft fleshiness with her juices forced out and tangling in her pubic hair. With a shuddering moan, Cheryl threw her arms around Wu's neck and locked her mouth to his, Wu using his tongue to plunge into her mouth.
The people stood and watched as Cheryl's cunt was spread into a tight round pink circle by Wu's thick cock as it slowly slid in deeper, its way greased by her vaginal juices. Cheryl moaned at the pain as it seemed her cunt was stretched beyond endurance and would split and ruin her forever. The pain kept building until she screamed. She felt it wasn't possible to endure anymore as the huge lust-hardened cock slid further and further into the musky depths of her ravenous cunt. The pain built until her lips began to make a helpless mewing sound, suddenly finding the pain a pleasure.
"Look at her," Marsha said, "she loves it."
"Yeah," the man said next to her, "and I'm going to fuck her no matter what I do."
Cheryl wrapped her legs around Wu and pulled him closer, driving his shaft still deeper, riding the pain into that roaring river of pleasure she felt deep inside of her. She had heard the voices and, through eyes blurred with drugs and rampant passion, she could see dim figures all around her. Very well, she thought, let them see me get fucked, let them watch me fuck with all I have. A deep dark sluttish thrill ravaged her body. Let them watch, let them see her behaving as a whore! She loved it!
Madly, she began pumping and gyrating her full, white buttocks and Wu began pumping like a demon into her, lighting her sudden maniacal strength with all he had.
"Would you look at them fuck!" a voice said, low and excited. "I've got to have some of that pussy."
Cheryl closed her eyes against the ecstasy she felt. It was as if she were made for this, had been living in a state of suspended animation all her life waiting for this moment when she was naked in a room full of strangers, being savagely fucked by a man she barely knew. "Fuck me!" she screamed, "fuck me harder!"
Wu responded with all his might, his cock sawing in and out of her tight little cunt with such force it suctioned out the red inflamed walls of her cunt and slamming home with such passion it sucked in the lips of her vagina with the wetly matted pubic hair, disappearing for a second. Cheryl found herself gripping for dear life to his ramrod prick, tightening the muscles of her cunt as hard as she could as the cock rammed home deeper and deeper, the blood-red head banging up against the bottom of her belly inside, causing her to scream in delight and throw her hips up to receive more, all, of his hot, mercilessly pistoning cock.
A groan escaped Wu and he jerked, involuntarily, cumming, gushing his white hot sperm deep into her hungrily clasping cunt, pumping semen again and again, filling her with cum and having it seep out the sides. Cheryl screamed, "No, no, not yet, don't cum YET!" and ground her naked pussy up all the harder against him, but Wu, with a groan, went limp and rolled from her. "No, please, not yet!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry, baby," one of the men said, rushing for the bed and pushing Wu to one side.
"Oh no, I asked for this cunt on the floor," another man said, running to the bed and raising a fist.
"Wait!" Marsha called. Everyone, Cheryl included turned to look at her. "No sense in fighting. Why don't you two fuck her at the same time? She won't mind."
"Not a bad idea," one man grinned, taking his cock in his hand and guiding it into Cheryl's already cum-filled young cunt, with Cheryl's hips beginning a hungry, lascivious little grinding motion the moment she felt his hard cock slipping up into her open belly.
The other man quickly undressed and kneeled over her shoulders and roughly seized her head with both hands, pulling it up. He didn't have to. Eagerly she ovaled her lips wide and sucked the hot, throbbing prick far back into her throat. It tasted so good! She told herself.
The two men fucked her unmercifully between them, savagely her cunt and eagerly working mouth. Cheryl was turned and twisted, jerked by the hair by the man over her shoulders and fucked in the mouth savagely, his cock thrusting into the back of her throat as far as it would go. Nothing mattered to Cheryl, she was roaring down that river, engulfed in white-hot cum, cum spewing into her mouth and cunt as the men shouted and she gulped the cum down wildly to keep from drowning and felt herself teetering on the edge of the plunge over the waterfall, gasping for air and whimpering as the men climbed off her.
And yet, it didn't matter that they were leaving her, for two more men climbed on the bed, turning her over and forcing her on her knees. A long, thick linger popping lewdly up into her nakedly raised little asshole and reamed around while another heavily throbbing cock head spread her cuntlips wider open and began fucking deep up inside her gratefully devouring belly.
Cheryl, with strands of cum still hanging from her lips, saw legs slide underneath her and another cock near her mouth. Eagerly, with a little greedy cry she took it in her mouth, bit on it gently then sucked as hard as she could.
They fucked her as savagely as the first two men, even harder, her hugh breasts jiggling and shaking, the tips of her nipples brushing against the bed. Cheryl screwed her asshole up and back to take more of the lewdly worming finger up into it and suck faster on the cock in her hands. This time, she told herself with a wild thrill, this time she would make it over the falls head first.
There was no stopping her as she fucked and moaned like a woman possessed. She fucked beyond exhaustion, came to the edge of the falls, a fireball within her about to explode, hovered and plunged over the side in a long screaming fall down into ecstasy.
Cheryl went limp and let the men do with her what they wanted. They fucked her savagely, pumping white hot sperm into her cunt and her mouth, some of it drooling out the corner of her wide-stretched lips, and she lay spent, naked, her face and widespread crotch glistening lewdly with the cum of all of them.
A door opened and a voice said, "Here it is"
Cheryl lay still, eyes closed, her lips smiling as she felt oil being poured over her body and a man's hands spreading the oil over her body, from her feet to her back, rolling her over on her stomach and rubbing it all over her back, his thighs, her ass, even spreading her legs and rubbing it into the soft, fleshy crevice of her ass and over her puckered sensitive anus.
Then they turned her over once more and she was gripping someone in her arms and they were slipping and sliding all over her as she felt the delicious fullness of still another cock driving home into her cunt and she was back in the river again, riding the rapids, heading with a dazed look toward still another waterfall orgasm.
She felt rough hands on her neck and still another cock was spreading her mouth wide open and she sucked, not caring who it was, not even wanting to know who it was, only wanting the pleasure to go on and on forever and ever. . . .
Her hands were pried loose from the back of the man who was fucking her and she felt a cock in each hand and held them tight as they slipped in and out of her oil drenched fingers. She closed her eyes in pure bliss and hungrily stroked the nameless men's cocks, hoping it would never end. Oscar Hamwell slipped into the room now and stood next to Marsha, looking at Cheryl writhing under the men on the bed.
"You get all this on film?" Marsha asked.
"Every little delicious bit of it. I've never seen a bitch so hot."
"She's hot alright but she's not the only one, how about me, Oscar." Marsha whispered throatily. "How about one for the road."
"With you, honey, anytime. The pleasure is all mine I assure you . . . and what pleassure it is to fuck a real woman like you Marsha . . . what are we waiting for, let's go."
"Right on Oscar, I'm hot and ready . . . fuck me shitless!! ! "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cheryl Thompson's eyes fluttered open and she blinked them trying to remember where she had been the night before. She sat up and saw that she was in her own bed but she felt different from other mornings. A sharp pain shot through her head and as she touched her hair the remembrance of her activities of the previous evening flooded her consciousness. "Oh my God!" she thought, so it was for real, it wasn't a dream.
An incredible thirst welled up inside of her and a desire to rinse her mouth of the warm sticky dryness it now felt got her up out of her bed and into the bathroom. As she caught sight of her face in the bathroom mirror she gasped, she looked terrible, her eyes were red and swollen and there was a deep bruise on her left cheek, she opened the neck of her nightgown now to reveal love bites all over her neck and her breasts and over her entire body. Suddenly she felt incredibly sick and ran back onto the bed throwing herself into a fetal position and rocking back and forth.
It was all true, everything that was flooding into her memory now, it was all true. She was a whore, a dirty, lousy whore, she would never be able to look Andy in the face again. She would have to leave and never see him again, she was dirty. She felt confused and ashamed and tears flooded her face, wetting the bed with their fury.
Marsha came into Cheryl's bedroom and lifted her up into her arms, "It's alright baby, the first time is always the worst."
"What have you done to me Marsha."
"I didn't do anything honey, I took you to the edge of the precipice but I didn't tell you to leap over at any time, you made that decision all by yourself. You should be grateful to me, I really turned you on to a part of yourself you didn't even know existed." said Marsha turning to the bedside table and handing Cheryl a cup of coffee, "Here drink this you'll feel much better."
"Oh Marsha, tell me it wasn't all true, tell me it didn't all happen." pleaded Cheryl.
"Sorry babes, but it did and I can't deny it, you did every bit of what you think you did and you really enjoyed being gang-fucked because I watched you. You really enjoyed it."
"But why Marsha, why did you take me to that place."
"It was all a plan Cheryl. You had to be broken down quickly and this was the best way to do it."
"Broken down . . . what are you talking about," said Cheryl confusedly.
"Well, it's a long story but Hans Swartz needed new blood and I had blabbed about you, he got a fixation on you and no-one else would fit the bill. I can't refuse Hans anything, I love him too much and I'll do anything he wants just as long as he keeps me around. I even dream that one day he's going to wake up and see me, not want any other diversion in his life. Something will cure his sick brain and he'll see Marsha for the first time and really want me. I'm a dreamer and I know it, I'm sick and I know it. I have to be sick to be in love with a pervert like Hans but I am and I can't not listen to my heart. Besides he gives me anything I want, I'm used to the easy life at this point, I can't change. I couldn't work in a stinking little office like you do, it would kill me. I'd rather pay with by body and have all the luxury that I like around me.
"What does this Hans Swartz want to do with me?" Cheryl asked cautiously, still stunned that her sister-in-law could have gotten her mixed up with such a wierd bunch of people.
"Who knows what he wants, something to get his rocks off on, a new piece of innocent young pussy to humiliate. Who knows. But he has you by the hook now and you can't escape. He saw you last night and he knew you were a frustrated whore at heart, he pinned you from the moment he saw you and he was right, after seeing you fuck all those guys last night I know that you aren't any different from me Cheryl, you love to suck and fuck along with the rest of them. You can't go back now. You're hooked I tell you."
"Wait and see, wait and see just how hooked you really are," Marsha said leaving Cheryl's bedroom now. "If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, please do Cheryl. Even though I saw how you liked it, I still feel guilty for opening up that evil door to you. I'm going out, I'll be back in a while. Here," she said handing Cheryl a glass of turned out to be brandy. "Drink this, it will make you feel much better. Believe me."
Cheryl took a long drink from the glass and leaned back on her bed, it all seemed like a terrible nightmare to her now and she didn't know how it was all going to end. How did Marsha mean I was hooked, I didn't know how hooked I was but I would find out, what did she mean, the frightened young girl pondered to herself. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the telephone, without thinking Cheryl reached over and picked it up.
"Hello," she heard a familiar voice say. "Hello, this is Wu, I have a message for you."
Cheryl dropped the telephone, her eyes blazing wide with fear and she stumbled across the room. "Hello, hello, hello Cheryl are you there," she heard Wu's voice echoeing across the room. She felt herself slipping, slipping into the darkness and before she could cry out for help she had fallen into a dead faint on the floor. "Hello, Cheryl are you there this is Wu, I have a message for you . . . a message for you . . . a message for you. . . .
CHAPTER EIGHT
The room dimly began to come back into Cheryl's consciousness, she saw the ceiling above her begin to fall into focus and suddenly her whole body began to feel solid again. It was as if she had drifted a long way away from herself and was now beginning to regain her focus, she didn't know where she had been but she knew she had been out of her body.
"Well, well," she heard a familiar voice echo. "So you are coming back to life."
Cheryl sat up suddenly to see Wu standing in front of her grinning. "You dirty rotten bastard," she screamed into his face.
"It takes a bastard to know a bastard, isn't that so Marsha?"
Cheryl turned her head to see Marsha standing near the window next to an elderly man with silver-grey hair who looked vaguely familiar to her.
"I want you to meet Hans Swartz, Cheryl."
Cheryl turned her face away from the elderly man in disgust.
"Leave me please," commanded Hans. Immediately Marsha and Wu left the room, leaving Cheryl alone with the older man.
Cheryl noticed that the man seemed to have a slight trace of an accent, probably European she thought with a name like that.
"What is it you want of me?" Cheryl spat out the words angrily.
"I want your total participation, I want you to obey my wishes to the letter. You must be my slave. Whatever my desires, you must fulfill them."
"Never," screamed Cheryl violently.
"You might change your mind after you have seen these photographs my dear. Take a look at yourself." he said throwing a package over to Cheryl on the bed.
Timidly Cheryl opened the package, the first picture she saw was one of her stark naked, her head thrown back in wild abandon, a man's cock sunk deep into her throat, her legs spread-eagled receiving a fat juicy cock into her cunt. She gave a cry of despair and crumpled up onto the bed.
"Look at all of them, they are all just as good. You are amazingly photogenic don't you think?"
"Why . . . why . . . why me." she sobbed in despair.
"You just because you happen to be in the right place at the right time. Now because now I have need of you. I don't have time to mess around looking for the right girl, I broke you in the easiest and quickest way I could, I unleashed the animal in you. All you have to do to get them back is to spend one weekend at my home. One weekend, that's all and then you have the pictures to do whatever you want."
"But that's blackmail," she gasped.
"Such a vulgar word don't you think, I never use it myself. The photographs are what I would call persuaders . . . that's all. I don't think I'm making you do anything you don't like anyway, from the look of the photographs I'd say you loved every minute of your savage passion."
"I won't do it, you can't do anything to me, You're just trying to frighten me." she sobbed.
"Don't be too sure about that Cheryl. I own several major pornographic magazines plus a few movie companies. You'll be spread-eagled from the coast to coast within two days. How would your husband like that?" he enquired sadistically raising one evil eyebrow.
"You're lying."
"Try me," he spat back.
Cheryl sat dumbly on the bed, he meant every word he was saying and she knew it. He wouldn't have gone to all the trouble of setting up the whole scheme if he didn't mean to go through with it. He was a cruel, evil man that was obvious and he had her in his power. She couldn't think . . . she had no-one to turn to, Marsha had betrayed her and Andy was too far away to be reached, she felt utterly alone.
She looked up as Hans Swartz rose and walked towards the door, he turned to her before he left the room, "You don't have to make a decision now, think about it, take a good look at the pictures and decide if you really want the negatives back. All you have to do is spend one weekend at my home and then you'll be free. That's much to pay for the price of your freedom, not much to save your marriage. Think about it."
Cheryl threw herself on the bed and sobs racked her young body. Never before in her life had she felt so totally retched not even when her parents had been killed, she felt as if everything was ended. She picked up the photographs and looked at them again. There was a picture of her legs spread wide apart and a man she couldn't identify sucking on her cunt, there was a hardened cock rammed deep in her mouth, her cum-glistening lips clamped tightly around it and her hands were holding on to two more cocks. She couldn't believe that she had actually done all that, she' must have been totally mad. And now, unless I want my whole life to be ruined forever I have to do it all over again just to win back the negatives of these pictures. Oh my God! she thought, help, please help me. What can I do? She had to devise a plan to get the prints away from Hans Swartz without debauching herself again, somehow she had to do it . . . but how. How could she do it. . . how?
CHAPTER NINE
Cheryl Thompson finally reached the conclusion that she would have to submit to the wishes of the sadistic Hans Swartz. All week long she had racked her brains to try to devise a plan to get the negatives from him without debauching herself but nothing would come to her. Marsha had been over a couple of times but had been so guilt-ridden that she hadn't been able to stay. Cheryl missed her friendship, ever since Andy had gone to the Middle East, Marsha had been her only friend and now even she was not there for her.
She felt as if she had aged years in just one week. Her innocence was gone and suddenly all of life around her took on a different meaning. She couldn't see beauty in anything, only the underlying terror and horror of it all. Her co-workers had all noticed her changed nature and she knew that they were all talking about her, she didn't care, she didn't really care about anything anymore, not even living it seemed. Nothing seemed sacred to her, not even life. She couldn't ever imagine feeling normal again and Andy, her loving new husband seemed a far, far cry from her although she knew that it was for him that she was submitting herself for further torture. She wished her savage, passionate nature had not been released, she wished she had suppressed it forever, anything rather than suffer at the hands of this cruel fate.
Even though the weather had been quite hot, Cheryl had worn high necked sweaters with long sleeves, she would have died rather than let the girls in her office see the marks on her body. Now at the end of the week, they were finally beginning to fade, to fade only to be replace by further marks, she thought soberly to herself.
The telephone rang now interrupting Cheryl's thoughts.
"Hello Mrs. Thompson, my name is Tang I have come from Hans Swartz to escort you to his house. I will be outside your apartment in five minutes in a white Cadillac, please be downstairs and ready I don't want to keep my master waiting."
Cheryl told him she would be there and hung up the telephone, she had noticed how everyone, Wu, Marsha and now this man Tang referred to Hans Swartz and she wondered what it was that made him command all this respect, was it just his money, she pondered.
The young girl arrived downstairs to find the white Cadillac at the door, just as the man had said. A small oriental man, obviously Tang was standing beside the car. He bowed to her and opened the door.
Cheryl climbed in the car feeling extremely important despite her anger. She had never been in a Cadillac before, let alone driven by a chauffeur and it made her feel grand. She really began to get into the dream of being a high-class whore. Hans Swartz had made her a whore and she would play the role to the hilt, play it and then drop it.. . if she could. Cheryl had already begun to wonder if she would ever be normal again.
They drove through downtown Los Angeles and then into the hills of Hollywood. Cheryl was fascinated at all the beautiful homes she could see and the ones she could only imagine hiding behind high walls and hedges. At length the car pulled in front of an estate surrounded by a high brick wall. They stopped in front of a large wrought iron gate and Tang got out of the car and rang a bell. The gate was next to a little cottage which Cheryl realized must house the keeper of the gate. Hans Swartz must really be wealthy, she thought to herself to employ so many people.
Presently a tall, swarthy looking man opened the gate and Cheryl peered at him trying to decide what nationality he was, he looked South American or something, she thought, judging by the color of his skin and his brown flashing eyes. She could almost imagine that he was a bandito with a scimitar on his side, she had heard stories about such men in South America and this man certainly looked the part.
Cheryl gasped now as the car rounded the driveway and the house, or Palace as it was came into view. She had never seen such a beautiful building in real life, only in books and it took her breath away. Its' proportions were so dramatic and e whole atmosphere was so romantic that for a moment Cheryl almost forgot why she was coming the house and began to enjoy herself. She pulled elf together instantly however when they led up at the main entrance and Marsha and Wu came out to greet her.
Wu was wearing traditional oriental clothes this time and looked quite the role, his thin moustache waxed and standing out from his face just like men she had seen in the movies. He was the first to Jet her, Marsha just looked on dumbly as if she re unable to speak. "Follow me Cheryl, I will take you to your room."
Cheryl threw her head up in disgust as she ed by Marsha and she heard he draw in her ath sharply as if she were in pain. She didn't care, she just didn't care how Marsha felt, she didn't want to talk to her again, maybe as long as she lived.
She followed Wu into the main lobby which also k her breath away. The ceilings were very high frescos were painted on them, little cupids golden arrows flying through the clouds and beautiful maidens dancing and riding in chariots. In the center of the hallway was a square tiled pool with water lily's resting on the top and goldfish swimming in the water. There was a grand stairway at the far corner, far grander than anything Cheryl had ever seen, the staircase at the house she had debased herself in was nothing compared to this one. It was up this stairway that Wu led her now and into a bedroom on the right.
The room was wreathed in sunlight, at the far end was a large french window and as Cheryl walked over to it she saw that it led onto a balcony overlooking a large sweeping lawn. She could see miles around, off into the distance she saw the buildings of downtown Los Angeles and also the mountains in the distance. There was no chance of escape though she knew that, it was far too great a distance for her to jump and anyway how would she get out of the grounds again. No, she had to stick it out no matter what.
Cheryl turned and looked at the room, there was a four poster bed in one corner covered with silk drapes of the softest lavender hue, there was a rococo dressing table and mirror, a delicate chair to sit on and that was all. Wu threw open the closet door and indicated for her to hang her clothes in there.
"Take off the clothes you have and wear only the ones that are hanging in the closet for you. There are other items of clothing in the dressing table drawers. There is the bathroom," he said throwing open another door.
The young girl peered in curious to see what kind of bathroom a palace would have, she could hardly believe her eyes, it was all gold carved wood, there was a sunken marble bathtub that looked big enough to hold at least four people, there was another large dressing table and a chair and a toilet basin. It was so beautiful it really took her breath away and she couldn't wait to take a luxurious bath in the sunken tub.
"This is your room for the weekend," Wu said bowing to her. "There is everything you need here and if you do not find it just pull this sash," he indicated to a gold cord hanging in the bedroom. "This rings a bell in the servant's quarters and someone will answer your needs. In the lapis box on your bedside table is enough hashish to stone you for a century. Observe the pipe, it is ancient Chinese ivory of the fifth dynasty, rare and very expensive, treat it with care."
Wu then left the room leaving Cheryl speechless. She never ceased to be amazed at his quiet words and tenderness in spite of the fact that she felt she hated him, she felt she liked him. She couldn't understand herself at all. She turned now to examine the clothes in the closet, the dress was un-like anything she had ever seen and she couldn't imagine what it would look like on her body, obviously the only thing to do was to try it on.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, almost immediately Hans Swartz entered dressed in a black velvet smoking jacket with silk collar and cuffs and looking extremely elegant.
"I want you to dress immediately, in ten minutes I will send Wu and Tang for you and please be ready, I do not like to be kept waiting."
"Could I have the negatives now," pleaded Cheryl.
"Do you think I'm a fool? You can have the negatives when I am ready to give them to you and it isn't the time yet. Do as I say, get dressed and be ready in ten minutes if you know what's good for you. I don't want to have to beat you but I am liable to do it, so don't tempt me," he threatened as he left the room.
Cheryl turned now to the dressing table and opening the drawers she found only a garter belt and a pair of nylon stockings. The belt was black with red lace as was the dress hanging in the closet and the stockings were black fishnet. She was curious to know how the dress fitted, it didn't seem to have much of a front. First she took off her own clothes and laid them on the bed, then she put on the garter belt and stockings, feeling strange about not wearing any panties or under slip. Then she put the dress on realizing as she did so that it buttoned with two gold buttons underneath the breasts and left them totally exposed, it also opened all the way down the front, she was totally naked, her breasts were cupped by the dress and jutted out wildly in front of her, as she walked her garter belt and stockings and of course her pussy were totally exposed and as she turned to look at the back she noticed that it was slit all the way in the back to the high waist line. In other words, she thought, I am being made to be totally exposed. I can be penetrated from the front and the rear without even removing my dress and my breasts are totally at the mercy of whoever's lips want to suck on them. Cheryl suddenly began to feel extremely sensual, she couldn't help it, the dress made her feel so lewd and available and as she walked she felt her cunt begin to yearn for the feel of a man cock plunging into it. I am a pervert too, she thought to herself, now my savage nature has been unleashed I can't get enough weirdness in my life. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself, she looked so highly seductive that she couldn't imagine any man not being totally turned on by her. Her flaming red pussy hair was nestling over her aching vagina, it seemed to be throbbing before her eyes, the ripe red ruby nipples of her breasts were sticking straight out and she knew she could hardly wait to be fucked, she could just hardly wait.
There was a knock at the door and after saying "come in" the door opened to reveal both Wu and Tang. They entered their eyes glistening with lust as they gazed on the voluptuous body standing in front of them.
"Have you smoked yet?" enquired Wu.
"No," said Cheryl defiantly.
"Then smoke now," he ordered opening the box and preparing the Chinese dragon pipe.
Cheryl obeyed obediently and inhaled the smoke, holding her breath for as long as she could. She felt her whole body begin to vibrate as the powerful hashish entered her central nervous system, she felt light and airy and although she could feel the passionate sensations in her body she felt as if she were floating out of her body at the same time.
"Come," said Wu and led her out of the room and down the grand stairway. Cheryl took every step deliberately as if she were in a movie, which she felt she was in factual fact, certainly she wasn't leading a normal life dressed the way she was.
They walked across the main lobby and through a pair of highly carved double doors into a large, room surrounded by stone columns. Cheryl was amazed to see so many different men in the room and she searched their faces to see if she knew any of them, she didn't the only face she knew was Hans Swartz and he was sitting on a black velvet throne and the far end of the room in front of a stage covered with what looked like green moss but which turned out to be dark green velvet. Cheryl gasped again as she saw the outfit Hans was wearing, a silver body suit covered him from head to toe, slit open from his waist to his crotch revealing his already slightly erect penis which Cheryl noticed Marsha, who was sitting at his feet would fondle lovingly every now and then.
Many of the men began to whistle in the room and Hans raised his cat-o-nine-tails and flicked it through the air to silence them.
Cheryl tried to cover her nakedness but Wu pulled her hands away from her.
"First of all I want you sitting on the throne on the platform," indicated Hans pointing in the direction of the center of the stage where a green velvet throne was assembled. "Then I want to prepare you. I want to make sure that your attitude pleases me before I give you to my friend."
Wu and Tang took either of her hands and led her onto the throne. Cheryl sat down waiting with baited breath to see what horror was going to happen next.
"Now my dear," said Hans, "now I am going to have Marsha teach you a few tricks."
A gasp came out of Marsha's mouth but before she could speak Hans Swartz slapped her in the mouth. "You will do as I say, come you know you love it."
Cheryl's befuddled mind had just begun to grasp what was going to happen and she tried to get up from the throne but was immediately pushed back by the two oriental men. "I can't," she screamed in the direction of Hans Swartz, "please, I just can't."
"And I tell you, you have no choice," he said cracking his whip again.
Marsha rose now revealing that she was wearing a black velvet robe also and was totally naked underneath it. She strode towards Cheryl kicking off her high-heeled shoes as she did so. Cheryl put her hands up over her breasts to protect herself from her sister-in-law but Marsha pulled them away. "It's no use baby, you had better do as he says, unless you want your naked tits and ass to be beaten and I don't think you want that do you."
Cheryl burst into tears now. It was hopeless . . . she was defenseless before these perverted people. She sat there, her entire body quaking and trembling, where everyone watched. Marsha leaned over her and started to massage her nipples into startling hardness again.
Hans Swartz cracked his whip again as if he was impatient for the action to begin. "Lie back and relax," said Marsha, "I'm not going to hurt you, I don't have a big cock you know," said her sister-in-law throwing back her robe to reveal her blonde pussy nestling expectantly there. Cheryl looked at her sister-in-law and realized that she really did have an incredible beautiful body, she didn't look a day over thirty and her skin was still looked smooth and taut. Marsha got nimbly to her knees in front of Cheryl now and then matter-of-factly parted her legs, revealing the vulnerable young vaginal slit that had been fucked into cumming so many times by so many different men only a week earlier. All the pricks of all the men in the room jumped as Marsha pried her slim, voluptuously formed legs even further apart.
Cheryl lay back now, she had fought as much as she could, she knew she would have to submit to the torture or be beaten and she couldn't bear to be hurt. She felt more naked, more vulnerable than she had ever felt before in her life as the tears streaked down her cheeks. She knew that her husband's own sister was staring into her open little pussy mouth and that all the men, the strange horrible men in the room were staring too.
She cried out in shame and helplessness as
Marsha's fingers touched the tender lips of her vagina.
"Ah!" Marsha said, "you see Cheryl you are excited and wet from my fingerfucking your pussy already . . . don't tell me you don't like it, you're going to love it and you know it." Her fingers began to explore the hotly moistening pit of Cheryl's warm little cunt-mouth making searing contact with every little cranny of the sensitive organ. With an expert touch her thumb smoothed round Cheryl's clitoris while her fingers parted the sparse red pussy hairs and began to worm teasingly up into her cunt-hole.
Cheryl knew that she was now among the lowest of the low. Her eyes were tightly shut as she endured the obscene touches, telling herself that the sooner she cooperated, the sooner the whole thing would be over.
Marsha's fingers were now fingerfucking all the way up inside of her, plunging up higher and Cheryl tried to squeeze her thighs together to prevent her from going further, but Marsha wedged her entire body in between Cheryl's nakedly spread legs, pressing her tits up against Cheryl's naked young pussy curls as she did so.
"She's tight," she called out to a silent room where men were crowding around the platform to see better, all of them breathing very hard. "Tight, but soft and wet, very soft and wet," Marsha said, herself now getting aroused.
She twisted her fingers around sharply, her nails scraping for an instant against the walls of Cheryl's vagina teasing at the flesh and Cheryl bit her lips, gasping at the slight pain and the greater humiliation at the low moan of surrendering passion her throat emitted.
Then it happened again, just as at the party last week, the sheer perversion of what was happening to her turned her around inside so that she began to get excited. The knowing feminine thumb toying with her hotly quivering little clitoris and the steady rhythm with which Marsha wormed her fingers around up inside her hungrily aching cunt-walls . . . Swartz and all those disgusting men crowding around to watch . . . what was he making of her? A whore?
Did she love it so much she could so this? Do it and enjoy it? The answer in her semi-drugged mind seemed to be yes, as the hand at her pussy began to teasingly flick about inside her, causing a delicate little cunt flaring sensation, quite different from anything she had ever felt before. Once more, Cheryl was back in that river, roaring toward the falls only the water was warmer and more pleasant somehow.
All her attention was on Marsha's hand and there was something subtle and odd about it that made her flesh crawl. Delicious spasms of lust climbed her spine as, with a shiver of surrender, Cheryl untensed her legs, involuntarily stretching them still wider apart.
She opened her eyes and Marsha was staring right at her, a lewd expression on her face and Cheryl tried to fight against the unmistakable pleasure she was feeling. But fighting only made the feeling grow all the more intense and her vagina felt like a magnet, attracting Marsha's fingers deeper inside. Her body seemed parched with longing as she began to squirm about on the green velvet throne.
"It's delicious, isn't it?" Marsha asked, looking her brother's wife straight in the eye.
Oh god yes, it was delicious, uncommonly delicious, but she could only bring herself to moan helplessly and turn her head away, avoiding the conquering eyes of her sister-in-law.
But this last confrontation, this last look and words only served to increase the masochistic excitement and she knew there was no turning back now, no more fighting. She was in the rapids and she was loving it.
Her hips jerked up and around and she lewdly spread her legs wider, forcing Marsha's hand deeper into her now hungry, wet pussy. She had to make it go on and on.
"OH, OH, OH,! " she began to scream, writhing about on the throne. "Aaaaaaaaaa . . . oooohhhhhhhh!" Cheryl cried as she filled again at the touch of the insistent hand. It was beautiful bliss and she wanted to go on and on!
With a lewd smile at Hans, Marsha crouched and the tip of her tongue touched Cheryl's throbbing clitoris, her hand still gently twirling inside her wet throbbing cunt. "AAAHHHGGG!" Cheryl cried as the tongue licked wet and greedily all around the tight little hole, Marsha tilting her head and wedging the tongue in deep into her pussy next to her fingers.
"Racko, she's ready for you. Come," commanded Hans and immediately an enormously tall negro man stepped forward and began madly stripping off his clothes.
Marsha, on a sign from Hans, pulled her head and hand away and climbed on top of a panting moaning Cheryl and their mouths locked together, their tongues wildly probing. Marsha spread her legs wide and lewdly ground her crotch down onto Cheryl's widespread and willing cunt.
Yelling in a language she couldn't understand and later to find out it was some sort of Jamacian dialect, Racko the negro stood naked, holding his enormously juicy thick prick in his hand, skinning it back and revealing a bulging purplish head. He stood for a moment, his beady lust filled eyes watching the two women on the throne, locked in each other's arms, their legs spread wide and their wet, hair-lined vaginas grinding obscenely into each other. He crouched and saw their red slits full of moist, glistening wetness as Marsha ground her pubic hair down into Cheryl's widespread cunt.
He pressed a button on the side of the throne and immediately it began to swing back to form a bed. Marsha and Cheryl were so involved in kissing each other that they hardly noticed that they were being manipulated into a different position. With a guttural sound, the negro threw himself on top of Marsha, crushing the two women below him, his rock hard cock pounding home into Cheryl's willing cunt. The three of them writhed on the bed now and the negro's eyes popped out of his head as his rampaging prick withdrew and then with a grunt from his lips found its way home into the other girl's willing cunt as she screwed her ass up into the air to take all the brutal shaft while Cheryl below her, their breasts crushed together, moaned and thrust her hips up to grind her lust-maddened cunt against Marsha's thighs.
They fucked on with the men shouting encouragement. Marsha was looking directly down into Cheryl's face and their lips suddenly locked together again, their tongues twirling as the mad man alternately plowed into their burning apertures. Marsha's ass trembled as he fucked her and brutally withdrew in order to stab again into Cheryl's wildly straining cunt.
It was a long, long while before the dual fucking was finished and the negro withdraw and dropped exhausted to the floor.
Cheryl threw her head back in wild abandon. She was burning with a lust fever and she could feel, with a lewd thrill some of the negro's cum dripping out of Marsha's saturated pussy and down onto her creamy white thighs. Nothing mattered in the world except to go on and on, fucking and performing whatever perversion they wished for.
Above her, Marsha got off and crouching straddled Cheryl's face and squatted in a sixty-nine position, the two of them throwing their arms around one another's waist and burying their faces in each other's cunts, Cheryl licking madly away, sticking her tongue as far as possible up inside Marsha's slippery hot pussy while Marsha behaved like a terror, gulping at Cheryl's cunt which she shoved up with all her might.
Wu and Tang now jumped up on the platform and stripped. Wu threw his throbbing cock into Cheryl's cunt while Marsha watched fascinated as he pounded in and out and Cheryl threw her head back and screamed out in wicked delight.
Inches above her, she saw two hairy balls and a huge erect cock slip, with a sucking sound, into Marsha's cunt, the soft pink edges of her fuzz-rimed pussy being stretched tight. With an open mouth and glazed eyes, Cheryl watched the long cock fucking in and out as she felt her own legs being split wider as a prick drove deep into her. She squirmed with delight as she felt the onrush of her own orgasm.
Her mind exploded as she watched the cock pull out of Marsha's cunt dripping wet and glistening and plunge down deep in her own mouth. Willingly, hungrily, she took it and sucked as she felt her own orgasm threaten to rend her in two with its intensity.
It didn't seem to stop for hours as she went on on cumming with man after man climbing up onto the platform and fucking her and Marsha. Cheryl didn't ever want it to end, never in her whole life had she felt more powerful more exhilarated, more womanly. She was electric with her own passion which never seemed to be satisfied, always she wanted more and more. Finally Cheryl was exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
Hans Swartz had seen what he wanted, he had seen a perfectly looking innocent girl turn into a savage, depraved animal. He wanted her for himself but not this way, it had to be something different for him. He would wait until after the Sheik had taken her, he would be arriving later on in the day, he wanted Cheryl rested and bathed before his arrival, he wanted to make sure she was ready for his royal personage and now he was satisfied. She would do his bidding, no matter what it was. Hans Swartz motioned to Wu and Tang to lift the unconscious girl up and to carry her to her bedchamber. We shall see a more than ever passionate performance from that young lady this evening, he mused to himself, of that I am sure . . . a much more passionate performance and then I can take her myself. . . however I want her. . . wherever I want her and as many times as I want
CHAPTER TEN
A tape besides a role of film . . . there is a tape of me besides a role of film, I just can't believe it sobbed Cheryl Thompson to herself as she sat in the library drinking a brandy with Hans Swartz. She was holding the role of film in her hand she thought she was free but she wasn't, now she had to fuck someone else to get a tape back of her being fucked . . . when would it ever end . . . it seemed that the nightmare was going to go on forever. It didn't matter to her that Hans Swartz had just given her the keys to her own cabana in Palm Springs and a little sports car as well, she just didn't care about riches all she wanted was to go back, to go back to being innocent little Cheryl Thompson who worked in an office from nine to five, five days a week and went home with one hundred and twenty dollars clear in her pocket. Now with the prospect of wealth she felt dirty and cheated.
"I can't do it again," she sobbed, "I just can't."
"Then what you did today, you did for nothing, the film is only half of your debauchery, the tape is just as juicy. The man I want you to fuck tonight is the Sheik of Iban, he is a young man, quite handsome and extremely erotic. I hear he's got the biggest cock in the Middle East and that he's crazy about redheads, especially voluptuous redheads like yourself my dear. Do this one last favor for me and I will reward you with more than you deserve. No-one can ever say that Hans Swartz isn't generous to his women. Smoke some more hashish, rest some more you still look tired and do this one last favor for me. You can't deny you enjoyed it today, I watched your face, you loved every minute of it. You are a passionately erotic woman and now your true nature has been unfolded you will find it very difficult to return to being modest
Miss Thompson, believe me."
Cheryl stared at the hundreds of books lining the shelves of the library, it's strange, she thought to herself how a man of such obvious culture can be so depraved.
"Do you give me your word that I can go free after tonight?"
"I give you my word. I never go back on my word when I give it, that is why I seldom give it. It's a gentleman's code that only a gentleman could understand. But I give you my word and I won't go back on it, you can leave in the morning with the tape and the film."
"Alright," said Cheryl dejectedly, "I'll do it what else can I say," she retorted taking a large drink from her brandy glass and rising to leave the library. "I'll be in my room when you need me."
* * *
Several hours later, bathed, dressed in her ludicrous costume and extremely stoned, Cheryl waited for her escorts to take her to the Sheik.
She took another puff from the hashish pipe and felt the smoke go deeply into her lungs. She had to be really stoned to face another man and she knew it. She felt as if nothing mattered anymore, not Andy, not living, nothing and she wondered if she was ever going to be able to live in the normal, real world again. She felt like everyone would know who she was and what she had done.
Suddenly the door flew open and Wu and Tang entered. Wu strode over to her and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, tweaking her nipples sharply at the same time sending shivers of excitement running down her spine. She felt her legs being pushed open and Tang's probing finger dove into her ravaged cunt and she wondered if they were both going to take here there and then but it was only a momentary tease. "Just checking you out," said Wu grinning lewdly.
The men led Cheryl down the main staircase again but this time they took her into another room, it was dark when they first entered and Cheryl couldn't make out the room at all but then the lights came on and she realized that the whole room had been decked like an Arabic tent, just like she'd seen at various times in the movies. There were rugs and banners everywhere and the tent-like structure was draped in clothes of both gold and silver. In the middle of the tent was a bed and without being told what to do Cheryl walked over and draped herself over it.
Suddenly she saw a man sitting in one corner of the tent, he was dressed in an Arabic headdress and flowing robes and he had the most beautiful pair of deep brown eyes that Cheryl had ever seen. He touched his heart and his head when he saw Cheryl looking at her and she knew that this was a traditional greeting in his country, like shaking hands in America. She lowered her eyes feeling shy for the first time since she made love with Andy.
The' Arabic man clapped his hands and Wu and Tang came up towards the bed. "He wants us to prepare you for him," said Wu obviously looking forward to the task.
Eager to please the beautiful man she saw in the tent Cheryl spread her legs wide, her fingers slipping down and massaging her warm, yielding pussy, spreading the lips wide with thumb and forefinger so that he could see the pink wetness of her cunt nestled teasingly in the soft red pubic hair. Spreading it further as the Sheik emitted strange cries of encouragement.
Lifting her knees and spreading her legs still further, the straps from her garter belt digging invitingly into the soft milky white flesh of her thighs and full, rounded buttocks, she reached with both hands and spread the wet entrance to her pussy still further, revealing the soft pulpy depths of her cunt a deep and lewd red.
Wu was standing before her now, his rock-hard prick standing erect in his hand. Eagerly she took it in her mouth, delighting in its hot taste and sucking for dear life and again spreading her legs as she felt Tang's tongue there, teasingly licking the edges of her inflamed cunt.
She sucked slow at first, increasing the tempo gradually until her head was bobbing fast, Wu with his head thrown back in ecstasy, his hands holding onto Cheryl's hair as he helped her, pulling her head tight into his groin as he thrust forward his hips, her hot and pulpy cunt.
Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled his cock deeper into her open vagina, her hips wiggling and thrusting up. The two men became inflamed, grunting obscenities which only served to spur Cheryl on, thrilling her and sending warnings of a giant orgasm to come.
Wu screamed, "AAAAaaaaggggh!" and pumped spurts of hot semen into her mouth, forcing her cheeks to bulge and Cheryl swallowed the cum, struggling for air then gasping, panting, as Wu withdrew his flagging cock slowly with rubbery strands of his cum sticking to her lips and Cheryl making a pleading sound, pulling his cock back to hungrily lick a tiny remaining droplet of cum off the tip of his cock.
Then she lay with her arms flung out, her breasts jiggling obscenely as Tang fucked her with all his might.
Cheryl's attention was taken by the beautiful man in the tent now as he bellowed for the men to stop. Wu and Tang reluctantly rolled off Cheryl and sulked away like dogs with their tails between their legs.
The Sheik moved towards her and as he came closer and closer Cheryl felt her whole body throbbing with an excitement that she had never experienced before. This was a real man, not a savage beast and now she was really ready for him. Cheryl didn't need any encouragement, slowly and seductively she started to take off her gown and her garter belt and stockings, she wanted to be completely naked for this man, she didn't want any clothing to be in his way, she wanted him to see the beautiful woman she was.
The Sheik was standing right next to her and Cheryl felt her heartbeat quicken as he looked at her with his liquid brown eyes, feeling herself melt into his body in an instant. He bowed to her, "Please call me Ali," he smiled, "And help me out of my robes," he motioned to his garment.
Cheryl felt as if she were in a dream, she knelt before him and kissed his feet and then proceeded to draw up his robe up over his head. She gasped as she saw his naked body, brown and muscular beneath his robe and his cock, erect and proud waiting for her caress. It was an enormous cock, Cheryl doubted that anyone who had fucked her the whole weekend had a cock anything like his. She moaned and then without hesitation she took his giant penis in her mouth, feeling its enormous head deeply in her throat and began to duck up and down, feeling it choke her, feeling it fill her, feeling her whole body aflame with desire. This man she wanted . . . she really wanted.
"I love this, this feel of your beautiful mouth on my cock but most of all I want to feel it up inside your milky white body," Ali moaned.
Cheryl obeyed instantly, willing only to please him, taking his head she led him onto the bed and opening her legs as widely as she could she invited The Sheik to enter her.
Cheryl felt the thick huge head of his cock touch the edge of her vagina and her whole body exploded in a thousand little orgasms, so badly did she want him. Her body was wreathed in sweat and her eyes bulged out of her head as she felt the huge head force the edges of her cunt aside, stretching her vaginal lips wider and ever wider until she felt she would scream from the pain, except that it was painful pleasure. Never had she wanted to yield her body to anyone like she wanted to yield it up to Ali.
"It will only hurt a little and then it will be beautiful I promise you beautiful one," Ali murmured softly into her ear, snaking his tongue deeply into her mouth as he spoke. Using all of his strength the Sheik thrust his throbbing cock in a little further and Cheryl felt as if her cunt would split in two, never had she felt anything so enormous in her pussy in her whole life. Feeling j the passion of her kisses Ali pushed another half inch and the head of his cock disappeared into her cunt, mushrooming inside and stretching the walls of her vaginal passage until they were nothing but thin membranes. "AAAAAAggghhhhhh.. . it hurts, it hurts but I love it, more give me more," panted Cheryl.
The Sheik rested his weight on his elbows now and pushed further his great cock disappearing a little further into her milky white flesh. "More give me more, I love every minute of it even though the pain is killing me," panted the lust-tormented girl, all she wanted was to have this beautiful man's cock deeply imbedded inside of her for ever.
Cheryl felt as if she had found her master as Ali's massive prick slid slowly in and out. He withdrew the giant cock until the head was almost out and then he plunged it back into Cheryl's yielding belly. "Aaaaaaghhh!" the young girl screamed as she felt herself being rammed into the bed. "Don't stop . . . don't stop, give me more."
Encouraged by her pleading cries Ali began to pump in and out of the wildly straining girl, her legs thrashing around in abandonment as she felt her orgasm mounting within her passion drenched body. The pain had completely gone now and all she could feel was incredible pleasure, pleasure such as she had never known before. She was in the river now and not only was she going to go over the waterfall she was going to go over the biggest waterfall of her life. The Sheik's monstrous cock was pounding in and out of her furiously now and , she could feel his orgasm mounting within him as they rode the chariot of their passion. It was as if they were in another world, vast expanses of ocean rolled before her eyes and as Ali fastened his sensual mouth on hers and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, Cheryl felt her whole body begin to tremble with inexplicable delight. She felt it coming now like a might thundering ocean, every fiber of her being strained to meet the oncoming wave of passion, "Fuck me harder, harder, as hard as you can," she screamed up into the beautiful man's mouth. "Aaaaaaghhhhhh!" she screamed, "I'm cumming soon, I'm cumming soon."
Impaled on the massive cock of the Sheik of Iban, Cheryl felt herself mounting the wings of her orgasm and as she did so she heard Ali roar like a lion, they exploded into space and traveled over the waterfall together. Cheryl could feel his thick white cum spurting into her ravaged cunt, bringing her orgasm to a more intense peak, filling her stomach until semen pumped out of her pussy and ran, like a river down the tight crevice of her wildly clenching buttocks.
"Ah," said Ali satisfied at last, "what a woman, what a woman, I want to take you back with me. How can I let you out of my sight."
Cheryl moaned with delight and leaned over the beautiful man trailing kisses all over his brown muscular body. She felt herself being gathered up into his arms and then they both drifted off into a rapturous slumber.
* * *
Cheryl awoke several hours later to find herself in her room with Hans Swartz standing over her with a whip. "You will do exactly as I say," he commanded.
"Where is Ali," Cheryl whimpered feeling bereft of her handsome lover of just a few hours earlier.
"He's resting, now it's my turn to have you, remember," he said sadistically.
"I don't want anyone but Ali," cried Cheryl.
"Too bad. Roll over on your stomach!" Cheryl did as she was told. She prayed that Hans would do as he pleased and then leave her alone, she wanted to think about her beautiful lover of earlier. Would she ever see him again she wondered. "Spread your legs wide."
Cheryl obeyed him, afraid to feel the whip across her naked buttocks.
"Now," said Hans, his voice trembling, "ask me to fuck you in the ass!"
Cheryl trembled, she should have guessed Hans would have wanted to do something perverted with her. This was the final humiliation, the only thing that hadn't been done to her and he had saved it for himself. "Fuck me in the ass," she whispered.
"Louder," he commanded.
"Fuck me in the ass!" she said squeezing her eyes shut.
"Beg me!"
"Fuck me in the ass, please fuck me in the ass!" said Cheryl anxious now to get it over with as soon as possible. She got halfway to her knees and spread her legs as wide as possible and wiggled her buttocks salaciously, rotating it around in lewd abandon. "Please fuck me in the ass," she screamed louder.
Making a cruel laughing sound in his throat, Hans ran a finger over her tight puckered anus then plunged it in, making a slight popping sound with Cheryl screaming in sudden surprise. Then, with real, object cruelty he wormed and twisted the finger around deep in the soft yielding depths of her rectum, talking all the time, more to himself than to her. "Ah, how do you like that? Just a sample of what I'm going to give you. Been waiting a long time for this and you're going to beg for it, do you hear me, beg for it!"
"Please," Cheryl screamed. "Fuck it, fuck it now!"
"Now," growled Hans and kneeled over her, his prick pressing against her anus, his finger coming out with a lewd popping sound.
Hans' prick was nowhere near the size of Ali's, but even so it was far too big for her tiny, unstretched anus and it hurt beyond belief as he shoved it in, his hands on her hips and holding her helpless. Panting now, he thrust it home without regard for his brutality, saying, "This is so tight I don't know if she can take it."
Cheryl was on her knees, her head on the bed and her huge breasts jiggling and ballooning out on the bed as Hans began fucking her with a vengeance, sawing rapidly in and out with Cheryl creaming then panting for breath and screaming again. He bucked and smashed down with all his might, his orgasm coming prematurely out of lewd delight. Hans yelling and roaring as he pumped his cum deep into the defenseless cavern of her ass and below him, her face twitching out of control, her lips contorted with passion, the helpless, completely subjugated Cheryl came again and again. She couldn't understand herself, how she could cum so passionately with a man she hated so totally, it was almost as if her body had a life and a will of its own.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Oh my God! where am I," groaned Cheryl Thompson to herself as she woke up once again in the four poster bed. "Arrrgh . . . my body hurts so much, what happened," she mumbled drawing herself up into a fetal position and holding herself closely with her arms.
Then she remembered Hans Swartz and how he had cruelly fucked her in the ass just a while earlier and she began to retch violently. She ran into the bathroom and threw up. All I know is that I have to get out of this madhouse, thought Cheryl to herself, I have to get out of here before I kill myself. It's a living nightmare.
"If only I could see Ali before I leave, that is all I wish."
Almost as if her prayers had been answered the door opened and the handsome arab swept into the room with Marsha and another man she hadn't seen before. He strode over to the dumfounded girl and taking her in his arms kissed her passionately on the mouth.
"Ah my little one, please forgive me. I had no idea you had been so brutally used. I had thought you were here in this house of your own accord but I made some enquiries after being suspicious of a few things and now I know that you were brought here against your will. I have come to free you. Here is the tape and the rest of the film that the pig Hans had hidden from you. Now you are a free woman you can leave this torture chamber and return to your home, to await your husband. Forgive me beautiful lady, I respect woman too much to use them like pigs. That was for my father and his cronies, the new blood of the Middle East is beginning to learn new respect for woman, no longer must we use her against her will."
"I was brought here against my will," murmured
Cheryl, "but I want you to know Ali that when I fucked you, I did it with all my heart and soul. From the moment I looked at you I wanted you. Please believe me."
"This is true?"
"Absolutely true." said Cheryl demurely. "And is it true that your husband is in the Middle East now and you are alone."
"It is true."
"Ah . . . then would you like to come on my yacht with me to Mexico for a couple of weeks. We could love in the sunshine and the peace and serenity of the ocean."
Cheryl was so taken aback she didn't know what to say. What could she say, she wanted to go with all her heart and soul and yet she didn't want to leave her husband. Could she go with Ali and then return quietly to her life in Los Angeles and await for Andy's returns She looked to Marsha to see what she would say and was amazed to see her tear-stained face.
"Why Marsha what's wrong," said Cheryl kindly.
"It's alright. . . don't worry, I'm fine."
"Your sister-in-law is a very loving woman and for some strange reason she loves this pig Swartz.
One of my men worked him over when I learned of how you had been treated. He's a broken man now. Marsha here still loves him though, after all he's done to her."
"It's true Cheryl, I do love Hans. Now more than ever he needs me. He is broken, no-one ever dared to raise a hand to him before, he thought he was a God and that no-one could touch him. He is resting now and I want to stay with him, perhaps when he awakes there will be a chance for us to be together in a new and different way. If he sees that I'm still devoted to him, after seeing him so humiliated perhaps he will become a real person and start living a more normal life. I'm tired of all this debauchery, I love the money but I hate the cruelty."
"Oh Marsha, please forgive me for ever thinking bad thoughts about you, you are a wonderful woman, you really are." Cheryl sobbed, "I'm proud of you in some strange way for sticking to Hans, even though he was such a pig to me . . . I'm proud of you."
"You want to go with Ali, don't you Cheryl."
"Yes I do, I'm just afraid to go."
"Go if that's what your heart wants to do. Do you still love my brother."
"Oh yes, I've never stopped loving him, never. Ali is just so romantic I want to have a fling with him, just this once and then I'll be satisfied. Besides I could never live his life I'm sure. I'd like to take what Ali has to offer me and then I'd like to go home and wait for Andy. Now I'm sure I'll be a real wife to him, I have so much I can teach him as we live together again, he'll find such a loving woman on his hands he won't know what to do."
"Well beautiful one, I know what to do with you right now. I'm going to whisk you off to my yacht before you change your mind. If you are going to live with your husband for the rest of your life and give your beautiful body to him then I can have it for at least a little while longer."
"Goodbye Marsha," waved Cheryl to her sister-in-law as she felt herself being whisked off her feet. "Good luck with Hans, I hope he's the changed man you want him to be. I'll see you in two weeks."
"Yes.. . in two weeks," sighed the weary Marsha, and now for my love, she thought, now for my broken and humiliated love. May God help us to a better understanding of each other. I certainly do love him despite all his brutality to me. I'm going to stick by him forever.. . no matter what.
