A warm feeling crept through the quivering young pussy of the lovely virgin brunette. She nestled closer to the man who was her boss, meeting him halfway along the red leather banquette of the imagine restaurant. She was creaming in her panties.
The handsome young executive let a hand fall discreetly to her knee, sending a fresh wave of passion through the twenty-four-year-old girl. Till tonight, the woman had merely worked for the man, and no more than dared dream of feeling the soothing touch of his hand on her flesh.
The meal had ended, and the last drop of the last martini had been drained. Through the alcoholic haze that blanketed her young brain, the brunette sensed this was a night that would change her life. It would be the end of the business-like relationship she had with her boss and the start of an affair she was certain would bring her to the altar. Otherwise, she would never consent to allowing him up to her apartment.
When they finally walked outside, it was dusk and the day's warmth was beginning to die as a breeze blew in from the low mountains to the northwest. She talked in low tones, hoping that they would become innocent sweethearts that very evening, sure that he hoped for it too. Little more had to be said. They drove slowly through the trees that lined the lovely streets as they headed for her place. She never dreamed that a powerful lust raged in his loins.
The dark outline of the distant mountains followed them through the twilight. The brunette sat very close to her boss in the car, his hand resting gently on her knee again and giving it a meaningful squeeze every few minutes. His fingers massaged the resilient flesh of her thigh as his hand moved slowly beneath the hem of her miniskirt and worked its way up till he was touching the tight elastic leg band of her silk panties.
Her breath was becoming rapid and she could see the tension build in her employer's face as he quickly withdrew his hand and choked out, "We'd better wait till we reach your place. It wouldn't do if we started something right here."
He said it laughingly, but it was true. They were both already teetering on the brink of passion. The martinis had relaxed their guard, and their newfound desire for each other was at a fever pitch. Still, the possibility of being deflowered never occurred to the woman. It seemed to take hours to drive the few miles to her apartment. The ache in her young body was making it difficult for her to sit still in the car till they finally pulled up to the carport in the back of the building. She knew she was vulnerable, but he was a man she could trust.
She hadn't really ever made love to a man before, having always stopped her gentlemen friends just short of that final, all-encompassing act. So even though she had done just about everything else, she was still a virgin and still completely intact. She'd heard stories that the first time you made love it hurt. It occurred to her that it couldn't be any worse than the slow burning ache in her loins that made her passion so hard to control. Yet, she must control it.
Once inside her apartment, the innocent brunette didn't have time to talk as the guy led her trembling body right to the bedroom. Without speaking, they looked at each other, feeling the tension building between them, stretching to the breaking point like a rubber band. Then the strong young man pushed her onto the bed, his hands searching over her aroused body as though they'd been starved and were now about to devour her flesh. She tried to protest, but his hot mouth covered hers.
She could feel his hands move roughly, demandingly under the hem of her skirt, forcing it up over her hips so that his fingers could fit under the narrow little leg band of her panties. She could feel the throbbing bulge of his heated cock as it strained against the confines of his trousers. His other hand was pushing her fingers toward his zipper so that she would release his eagerly pulsing dick.
"Oh-h-h," she moaned softly, feeling his hand work all the way under the tightly restrictive elastic of her panties and touch her throbbing pussy lips as he teased her to even greater excitement. His fingers moved quickly, darting to the fly of his slacks. He was moving even quicker now, and soon she heard the zipper unfasten. Accidentally, she touched the soft cotton of his shorts underneath.
"O-h-h-h, no!" she gasped.
"Reach in and pull out my cock," he said. She froze in fear. Suddenly the tone of his voice changed. "Damn it!" he shouted angrily. "Touch it or else!"
Tentatively, she reached inside the constricting material and grasped around her employer's eagerly jerking dick. He felt huge. Again she tried to protest.
His lips quickly stopped her gasps and moans. He nibbled gently at her ear and neck, and she threw back her head against the pillow in complete abandon. Was this actually happening to her? Was she going to be raped?
Her boss's fingers fondled her cringing cuntal lips and rubbed harshly against the hardened little bud of her clitoris. It felt good! Her hands worked involuntarily on his rigidly upstanding cock, forcing the foreskin back on the shaft and then pulling it forward again till his sensitive cock-head turned a bright purplish-red and was jerking involuntarily in her hands.
"Oh, it's huge," she couldn't help marveling.
His middle finger slowly thrust into her moistly dilating cuntal opening, and she could feel her responding pussy flesh contracting around the thick invader as the pressure increased. It hurt her slightly, but she was too caught up in her new-found passion and lust to cry out or tell him to stop or be more careful. Writhing beneath the obscene impalement of her sweet pussy, she felt his hand go deeper and deeper between her legs till suddenly it hurt.
"O-h-h-h," she cried out in pain, and he withdrew his hand, startled.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" he whispered with a pleased, surprised tone in his voice.
"Oh yes. Please, please, stop now! I want you to love me but I can't do it. Please!"
He got up from the bed and removed his clothing till he stood over her naked like a brutal warrior. His physique was solid and muscular and his massively swollen cock jerked up against his stomach. A web of blue veins traced its pulsating underside, drawing her eyes down to his sperm-filled balls that hung snugly between his muscled thighs.
He looked down at her with fierce desire and roughly raised her from the bed, forcing her to remove her blouse and skirt. He gazed raptly at the straining whiteness of her breasts as they stood pertly above the cups of her lacy white brassiere. Damn. Hadn't he always wanted to? Hadn't he dreamed of this day since she'd first come into his office? She couldn't stop him now.
Angrily he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled at the elastic waistband of her panties till they dropped carelessly on the floor. Then he bent over to kiss the firm white flesh of her stomach as his hand reached behind to release her voluptuously filled brassiere. That too dropped to the floor next to the bed, as his lips began hungrily searching and caressing every inch of her sexy young body, first nibbling gently at her stiffening nipple buds and then biting them more demandingly.
"O-h-h-h. I like that," she couldn't help moaning. She hated herself for saying it.
She looked down at his head bobbing above the nakedly swaying white swells and grimaced to herself. She could feel his mouth sucking and biting her tender nipples into steely hardness, and a slight pain shuddered through her helplessly turned-on body. Of their own accord, her hands roamed shamelessly over his shoulders as she sank beside him on the bed. Under his heavily muscular thighs her uncontrolled hands searched till they found the velvety roundness of his balls. She teased them tantalizing, then finally ran her fingers over the rock-hard shaft of his cock. What was happening to her?
"Yeah, oh, shit, yes," the man groaned hoarsely as she maneuvered his eagerly hardening cock back and forth, rubbing it against her tensing outer thigh as he resumed his mouthing of her quivering young breasts.
He moved his head farther down her hungering young body till his fingers found her beckoning pussy slit and slowly separated the lust-swollen lips, probing thrillingly at the tender erectness of her tiny clitoris. With all the strength in her young body, she tried to force her legs together, but his movements were too fast. Ripping his secretary's longly tapering legs wider apart, he lowered his mouth to her moist cuntal flesh.
He began to suck gently on her pulsating cuntal lips while he teased his tongue around her stiffening little clitoris. She could no longer control her body as she squirmed helplessly beneath his sucking mouth. A sharply new sensation ripped through her excitedly writhing body, like blinding lightning, and she gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue continued to drive her to new ecstatic heights of desire.
"O-h-h-h, what's happening to me?" she moaned. "I can't stand what you're doing to me." There was nothing the young brunette could do but submit recklessly to this passion-crazed brute and get it over with. The man was already a brutally implacable force, and if she tried to stop him now he might beat her into a bloody pulp. He might even kill her.
In spite of herself, she was growing anxious to feel his long hard cock inside her crazily throbbing pussy, ending this crazy lust that had sprung so suddenly without the slightest warning. She moved her hand more rapidly now up and down his obscenely lengthening cock till he moved once again farther up along her body. His hands slid behind her knees and forced her shuddering thighs open.
"E-e-e-e--! " she screamed as she lay there on her bed, open and helpless, ready for her handsome employer's brutal impalement. If only there were some other way. In a moment of abject horror, she realized there wasn't.
CHAPTER TWO
The young man cared deeply for the innocent thing that lay beneath him on the bed, but he was now a slave to his own lust. He didn't want to force himself on her, but rape or no rape, he was determined to fuck her sweet little pussy now that it was his.
Suddenly the good-looking executive placed the mushroom knob of his hotly pulsating cock between the desire-softened lips of her cunt, and he eased his iron-hard rod steadily into her moist channel.
"Stop!" the young woman managed to shout, as she felt the pressure. The first wave of pain washed over her, and with it a newly aroused sense of fear. A man had his cock in her cunt!
He was fucking her!
With renewed strength, she pushed upward with her hand, trying to stave off his onslaught. It was no use. He was too strong, and he was now more like an animal than the gentle man she knew.
Her defenselessly opening cuntal walls parted like soft butter before his rampaging cock as, without warning, he rammed it into her tightly constricted inner hole. The powerful thrust broke her cherry wide open, and in a warm bath of her own fluids she felt his triumphant prick bury itself deeply within her.
She tried to cry out in protest, but her voice choked in her throat. It was if she were dying.
"Stop!" she finally managed to gasp, but she felt herself unable to cry out again, or to exert any force with her arms. Slowly, realization came to the young brunette named Bella Wilson. Her handsome boss Rick Jackson had deflowered her. As his hard cock thrust in and out, she felt the pain turn into incredible pleasure. "O-h-h-h," she moaned, shocked that her will to resist had vanished. In its place she felt a surgingly hot lust that glowed hotter and hotter by the second in her now-respondingly pliant cunt.
She could feel his stiffly thrusting cock burrowing through her dilating cuntal passage, causing a seething sensation of heat in her throbbing cunt. Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure gushed through her pussy, as the clasping walls of her cunt were gloriously stretched. Her inner cuntal muscles relaxed, then pulled in to embrace his thrusting cock. Her tight little cunt never felt so complete in her life.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh yes. Put it up my pussy. Oh, Rick, screw me with your beautiful cock. Do it."
She dug her nails passionately into his back, seeing them draw thin red wilts along his tanned flesh, feeling him plunge into her hotly clasping young pussy as though he were indifferent to whether or not he was hurting her. He banged her naked young body down against the mattress with a fury, and Bella lewdly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking her ankles together to hold her position. She thrust up her buttocks to get more of his rapidly skewering cock into her no-longer-virginal cunt, feeling his burgeoning cock-head thud again against her softly cushiony cervix. Suddenly it was upon her.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm co-o-o-ming." The young secretary moaned, tightening her grip on her boss's humping back.
Her head was falling off the pillow when her orgasm came. Nothing could stop her climax now. The brunette began to moan and gag on her own tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed, her hips thrusting straight up at his thrusting cock as the climactic convulsions overwhelmed her.
"O-h-h-h. Don't stop. Don't stop." she cried out as the lights exploded inside her head and her vision faded. She saw red and was still coming with such intensity that she thought her heart had stopped beating.
Above her, Rick, half off the bed, held on to her hips with his hands and fucked furiously into her spasming cunt. One, two, three last savage thrusts and he moaned, "O-h-h-h." Then Bella felt his deeply embedded cock swelling still larger, and his hotly boiling sperm began spurting like a geyser deep into her ravaged little cunt. "O-h-h-h," he moaned, as with a shudder, he fell on top of her. They both collapsed, panting on the bed.
Awareness of what she had done filtered only gradually into Bella's mind. She had done something she had once promised herself not to do. She had surrendered her cherry before marriage.
As she lay there, a tear come to her eye. She thought she had done it to please Rick, but the way her body had reacted to his thrusting, it was now clear to her that her real motive had been a base one. She felt soiled, depraved.
She said little as he dressed, kissed her, and quietly left. Then she slumped onto the bed, weeping. She wondered what Rick's reaction to her would be at work. How could he respect her?
All she knew was that she could not go into the office Monday morning and see him and pretend that nothing had happened. She didn't know what she would do, but she suddenly realized that she would have to find another job, get a change of atmosphere or go completely crazy. How could she trust herself in his presence? How could he respect her?
She had saved some money from work, as she had few expenses other than her apartment. She wouldn't have to go to work again right away, at least not for the next few weeks. She tried to think what she could do, how she would let Rick know that she wasn't coming back. She got up and went to her writing table.
Sitting down to write him a note, she thought, if I mail it today, it will be on his desk by Monday morning and then I won't even have to explain it to him. I couldn't face him now. I'd burst into tears and then everyone in the office would know, and I'd feel like a fool.
No, it's better that I do it this way, she rationalized. She sat down at her desk and stared out the window for a moment. The night sky was as black as her thoughts. Slowly, Bella began to write out the note, trying to make it as brief and unemotional as possible. Every time she started a new sentence, a tear would fall on the paper and blur the ink so she would have to tear it up and start all over again.
Finally she was able to regain her composure and finished the note, merely telling Rick that under the circumstances, she did not feel that she could work for him any longer and that she was thinking of leaving Phoenix for awhile till she could forget. She realized that it sounded stilted, but she was sure that he would read between the lines. When she reread it, she wondered why she had told him that she would leave town.
Was it to make him feel sorry for her and beg her forgiveness? Was it her one last chance that maybe he still respected her? Whatever, she knew that he might not believe her, but would probably just laugh and say, I know she won't leave. She's bluffing.
She was determined that she would not let it be true. Her eyes narrowed. Her brow creased into a frown. She would leave. She pondered this thought for a while. At least it helped take her mind off him. Could she leave Phoenix?
Bella went through a file of travel folders and catalogs that she had saved in order to pick out an ideal spot for a vacation... or a honeymoon... Rick's and her honeymoon. The romantic thought now just made her sob.
The young brunette went over every one of the brochures carefully, eliminating them all for one reason or another. Either they were too far away, or she didn't particularly like the accommodations, or she wouldn't have enough money. Finally she decided on Mazatlan, Mexico.
In case Rick wanted to come see her, it would not be that expensive to get there. She would have enough money for about a week's stay there, and she was sure with the tourist season coming up that she'd be able to find some sort of job in a hotel, or as a cocktail waitress if necessary. The resort town had been recommended by Jack Barnes, a pal of Rick's at the office.
Before she changed her mind, the pretty young secretary quickly sealed the envelope to her boss and went to the corner to mail it. She walked slowly back to her apartment, the emptiness, and began to make plans for her departure.
The next day she went over her wardrobe and packed the things that she would need for her trip. She was not packing for a permanent move, because deep inside she was hoping that Rick would call her and beg her to come back. He wouldn't believe that she was really leaving, but once she was gone, he might realize that she meant a lot more to him than a one-night stand. She decided that she'd travel light. She called the airlines and made a reservation on the late Sunday evening flight to Mazatlan, made herself a drink and turned on the television. This is a hell of a way to spend a weekend, she thought, but maybe tomorrow things will look brighter.
She tried to think of the things that she might have forgotten. She stared at the phone, hoping for the last reprieve, a call from him. Then she was sitting alone just biding her time before leaving for the airport.
Abruptly the phone rang. She answered hesitantly, but her heart started pounding when she heard the voice on the line. It was the man who had seduced her, the man to whom she had lost her virtue.
"Hello, sweetheart," he said. "I just called to find out how you are, and let you know I'm thinking about you. How's my girl?"
"I ... I...," she stammered, her mind in a whirl. She thought she would never again hear the sound of his voice, and she was numb with emotion.
"Actually," the voice said, growing somewhat serious in tone, "I called to let you know I was sorry that I got so aggressive up there. I mean, I love you, and I was wondering if you thought maybe I got carried away."
"Oh. No," she managed to say. "It's just that, you see, I was going to quit Friday but I couldn't tell you about it. I've felt I've needed a rest for some time. I'm going on a sort of vacation. I'll let you know when I get back." Then, hands trembling, she let the receiver fall to the cradle before he could speak.
CHAPTER THREE
For some time, she sat there dazed, half hoping that the young executive would call back. If he did call back, then maybe he could talk her into patching things up. She realized she wanted that, yet her pride told her she would have to break things off permanently. How could she face the man who'd seen her disgrace herself?
She tried to regain her composure. She had to make a new life for herself, and to do that she must leave this place where she had let her deeply-repressed passions get the best of her. She went quickly about her business, and later that evening she was on a plane, strapped into the plush seat and leaving her past life behind her. A middle-aged man, seated beside her started up a conversation, and she welcomed the way it got her mind off things. He asked her where she was bound for, what she did, why she was leaving the city, and soon the young secretary felt as though she had known the man all her life.
A hostess came around for drinks and she ordered a dry martini, hoping that it would dull some of the pangs that she had about leaving. She didn't like the prospect of waking up tomorrow and not going to work. It had been part of her romantic dreams so long, it was hard for her to imagine not going there.
The girl knew she must put these thoughts out of her mind and think of the future. There was no sense in looking back. Here she was bound for a new part of the world, a new life and hopefully a new love. Her mother had always told her that the best cure for an old love was a new one. She laughed to herself and thought how true it was.
She drank her cocktail in almost one gulp, hoping that the warmth of the liquor would make her forget at least for the moment, and tried to listen to what this man, Mr. Dave Redbrook, was saying to her.
"You look upset," my dear," he said, trying to be fatherly and helpful.
"Oh," she replied, begging with her eyes, "I'd rather not talk just now."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. It's just that I have a girl, a daughter about your age," he lied, "and I'd hate to see her in such a frame of mind."
She smiled weakly and apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I'm running away from something and I'm afraid that I'm taking it along with me. Can you see that?"
He nodded and smiled affectionately at her. "Yes, certainly I can, dear. I myself have done it so often. It's an all-too-human weakness."
Redbrook's words were of little comfort to her. Bella felt nothing could ever or would ever make her forget her hurt. She wanted to cry, but it would be too embarrassing, so she closed her eyes and tried to take a nap for the rest of the trip, but he was insistent upon engaging her time in conversation till she thought she'd scream.
Oh well, thought the pretty brunette, he's trying to be nice, so I suppose it won't kill me to be polite to the guy.
The drone of the engines made it difficult to hear everything Mr. Redbrook was saying, so he leaned closer from time to time, and Bella wondered if it were just her imagination or whether or not he was actually staring at her ripe young breasts and her shapely legs. His pointed looks began to make her uncomfortable, but she was certain that it was just her mind running away with her and that actually he was just a harmless old man trying to be sweet.
When the stewardess came by, she ordered her second martini which went down much more smoothly than the first. The warmth of the liquor began to make her relax some more, and she began to take an interest in what the gent next to her was saying.
It appeared that he traveled to Mazatlan quite often and that he had many connections in Mexico, especially in the clubs, because he had something to do with liquor sales. She didn't understand exactly what his business was, for he wasn't very explicit, but he was certainly throwing around some big names, names that she had read in the Phoenix paper. She knew they were very wealthy people among the jet-set.
He asked her if she were just going to be in Mexico for a vacation or whether she was going to stay there for awhile. "I'm sure that some new face, a new world with new scenery is exactly what the doctor would order for you now," he added.
She smiled back at him and nodded. "I'd planned on staying about a week, till my money runs out, and then looking for a job, or returning to the States. After all, I've got to face my problem sometime."
"Well, I'll be staying at the Del Angel in Mazatlan. Surely you're going to visit the place. Everyone does. It's funky but fun. Here's my number, and if you need any help in getting set up, please call me. It would be a delight to help such a charming young girl as yourself."
Politely, Bella took the number and put it in her pocketbook. She also planned to stay at the Del Angel. However, she didn't think it was a good idea to tell that to the man. She knew it wasn't a large hotel, but even so she might avoid running into him. She planned to spend most of her time relaxing, getting up early and taking in the sun. She guessed that this man would be a late riser, avoiding the swimming pool, saving his energy for the night life that he probably enjoyed much more.
She took a deep breath, feeling the liquor spread through her limbs. She rested her head back, let her eyes close and her imagination form whatever pictures it chose on the blank canvas of her mind.
At first she saw blue sky and swaying palm trees, and it was very relaxing. She was lounging beside a sky-blue swimming pool, and her cares were miles away. She felt herself grow more and more relaxed, partly from the liquor, partly from the drone of the engines.
Then she saw a new picture form in her mind. It was of herself and the man she had made love to, naked, romping on her bed at home. She felt her stomach drop out from under her, and a sickening feeling replaced the warm glow that had spread through her limbs. She jerked her head forward, opening her eyes. She found the older man smiling knowingly at her, and again they began to talk.
Maybe she ought to call him later. She'd put his number in her pocketbook, not really thinking that she would ever use it. The martini was beginning to take its effect and she began to loosen up, for she volunteered the information that she was staying at the Del Angel Hotel too. Yes, she had made reservations to visit that same resort hotel on the ocean. Jack Barnes often stayed there for fun weekends.
Redbrook assured Bella that she would be most comfortable at the hotel, and in fact he knew the manager very well and if she would care to, he would be happy to introduce her to him. In fact, why didn't he buy her a drink at the hotel? He would tell the manager to take good care of her if there was anything that she needed.
"Oh, I couldn't impose on you like that," she answered. "You've already been so kind, and I'm sure there are other more important things for you to do besides looking after me."
Redbrook smiled, his dark gray eyes twinkling merrily. "Quite the contrary, Bella. It'd be my pleasure to buy you a drink. I would feel very much better about it. actually. Mazatlan is a very small place, but you can meet some undesirable elements there and I wouldn't want anything else to upset you. You seem to have gone through enough recently without looking for any more aggravation.
He smiled warmly at her, letting his hand fall lightly on her knee and giving her a gentle pat. She was sure that he was just being friendly and that she would have no reason to doubt his motives, after all he was old enough to be her father. The pretty brunette felt that she could trust this man and she began to tell him part of the story of her reason for leaving Phoenix and how much she was going to miss Rick. She didn't mention the seduction of two nights ago.
"I just had to get away. The thought of being in the same city, the same area and seeing him, was more than I could bear, so I'm just plain running away."
"Sometimes one needs to do something drastic." he replied, smiling at her the whole time. "I'm sure that Mazatlan will take your mind off your problems. In fact, I'm personally going to make sure that you have a good time."
Bella sighed, relieved and content that Mr. Redbrook would at least introduce her to a few people. That would certainly help if she decided lo stay and look for a job. He was certainly pleasant enough and she was sure that he had no ulterior motives for his wanting to help her other than the fact that he wouldn't want his own daughter wandering in a strange place with no one to help her.
They chatted for the remainder of the trip, and the troubled brunette was really beginning to feel more at ease, especially since the effect of the martinis had begun to warm her thoughts. Finally, the stewardess announced that they should fasten their seat belts for the landing. She warned them that it might be a little rough, since the winds were picking up.
Bella could hear the wheels of the aircraft being lowered and she automatically tensed in her seat. She was not particularly fond of flying, and the prospect of a rough landing made her a bit nervous.
The plane suddenly dropped as it hit an air pocket and she reached out to grab the arms of her seat. Her balance was thrown off and her hand slipped and landed soundly in Mr. Redbrook's lap. She quickly withdrew it, apologizing profusely and tried to regain her composure, but she was highly embarrassed.
Redbrook just laughed and said, "That's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." Bella wasn't quite sure how to take this last comment, but she laughed with him and hung on tightly to the arm rest in order to avoid another embarrassing mishap.
The plane finally broke through the clouds and she could see the lights of the runway. It seemed like ages before she felt the wheels touch down and knew that she was safe enough to breathe a sigh of relief.
"At last. For a second there I wasn't sure we'd made it."
"The pilots are pretty good at landing these planes," he laughed reassuringly. "They've got lots of experience in this sort of ocean wind."
"I suppose I could use that drink you offered, after all," she continued, "that last bump before we hit the runway, has me a little shaken."
"No sweat," Redbrook grinned. "As soon as we check through customs and get our luggage, we'll head for your hotel and tie into a nice large martini. How's that sound?"
Bella nodded enthusiastically and started to unhook her seatbelt and get her things together. Redbrook slid out first so that she could reach her belongings which she had on the overhead rack. As she reached up to get them, her skirt rose higher on her curvaceous thighs, revealing the firm white flesh between her stockings and garter belt. Behind her in the aisle, Redbrook stared appreciatively at the resilient young flesh and drew a deep breath.
I'd like to get a sample of that myself, he thought lewdly, and he could feel the aching tightness in his loins as the curvaceous brunette stood on the tips of her toes, giving him an even more inclusive view of her fully rounded thighs and buttocks. He helped Bella with her bag and together they deplaned into the light breeze that was cooling the tropical resort. She could smell the aroma of fresh foliage and the flowers that grew all around the airport. It seemed to be such a fresh, clean scent that it gave her a sudden sense of security and feeling that everything would be all right.
They both cleared customs quickly and hopped into a local cab for the beach resorts and the Del Angel, where Bella was to spend the following week. The cab weaved quickly down the narrow highway, dodging the packs of children that ran through the outskirts of the Mexican city searching for food. Several times the wide-eyed brunette had to grab her companion's arm in order to keep from being completely thrown out of the seat.
Every once in a while Bella felt his hand fall carelessly on her leg as if he too were trying to keep his balance. It made her slightly nervous, but she said nothing for fear of offending him. Finally the cab pulled up in front of a hotel near the center of the long beach.
"It certainly doesn't look very elegant, not at all like the travel folder pictures I saw," she said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. Then she remembered that Jack had said it was a trifle tacky.
"Don't judge it too quickly, my dear," he assured her. "It's a fine old place, very clean and very reasonable. I'm sure you'll be happy here, so don't look worried. It's very popular."
It really didn't matter, she thought to herself, because she couldn't afford anything better anyway, so she may as well accept it gracefully. The inside of the hotel was not quite as bad as the exterior had led her to believe. The lobby was freshly painted, the furniture a deep mahogany with many scratches from years of use, and there was one colorful Mexican rug with a bold design, faded by wear in front of the registration desk. About every five feet along the wall there was an exotic plant of some kind, their leaves reaching toward a skylight in the center of the room. This gave the effect of a hot house rather than a hotel lobby, and it did look clean.
The man behind the desk looked more American than Mexican, for he was lighter in color than most of the local inhabitants and had a thick crop of blond hair. His smile, as they walked up to the desk, was broad and friendly.
"Good evening, Mr. Redbrook. What brings you to Mazatlan this time, and who's your attractive young friend?"
"Well, hello there, Ed. It's just another business jaunt, and this is a young lady I met on the plane. She's going to be your guest for the next week or so. Do me a favor and make sure she's comfortable." He laughed, jokingly, and continued, "Bella, I'd like you to meet an old buddy from way back. Ed Torgerson, this is Bella Wilson. Make sure she's got the finest room in the hotel, and at a special rate, Ed. We're going for a drink now." He took hold of Bella's arm and steered her toward a set of stairs that led to the bar.
"Ed's an old friend of mine. I met him in Tijuana. When they had a change of local government there, I helped him get a job here in Mazatlan. I'm sure that because of my assistance his life was saved. We needn't go into that, but I'm certain that you will be well taken care of," he explained once they were seated at a small table next to the bar.
"You've been so kind, I don't know how to thank you," Bella said, relieved that she'd gotten a cheaper rate than she'd expected.
"Just you have a good time, and when you're ready, I'll find you a job. So don't worry. Try to relax and enjoy the sunshine. It usually only rains here at night or a brief shower in the afternoon, so I'm sure you'll have plenty of beach time."
A waiter came over to take their order and before she could say anything, Mr. Redbrook asked for two magic mushrooms and winked at the man who was standing behind the bar.
"What's in a magic mushroom?" Bella asked.
"A special secret, but I'm positive you'll enjoy it," he replied.
The heavy-set Mexican who had taken their order returned with two mammoth glasses which held what looked like a fruit punch garnished with orange slices.
Within a few minutes Ed joined them at the table and ordered a scotch, explaining that the magic mushroom was too much for him tonight. At that, Bella tasted her drink cautiously, and was surprised that it actually didn't taste all that bad. It was made with a fruit base, but it had a strange under-taste to it. At any rate, it was refreshing, and that was just what she needed.
Ed and Mr. Redbrook began rehashing old times, leaving the pretty brunette out of the conversation for a few minutes, but she didn't mind because she just wanted to be quiet and get herself adjusted to her new surroundings. Her drink went down very smoothly and when she finished, Mr. Redbrook motioned to the waiter to bring her another one.
Ed asked her how long she would be staying in Mazatlan and whether or not she had ever been there before. When Bella replied that she really didn't want to go back to Phoenix for awhile, but would have to get some sort of job after only a week's vacation, Redbrook and Ed exchanged a knowing look.
They said they were sure a girl as attractive as Bella would have no problem finding a job, and they'd both help her get started. She really couldn't understand why they'd bother to take the effort or time to help someone they had just met, but she accepted their offer with a smile and considered herself lucky to have found this helping hand.
She was about finished with her second drink when she began to feel a bit sleepy and told them that she thought that she should go to her room, get unpacked and get a good night's sleep. The men convinced her to have one more drink before going up as it was still early and she could still get plenty of rest. The Mexican waiter brought her a third magic mushroom, even though she really didn't feel she could drink another, and she sipped it slowly to be sociable.
Her head was becoming dizzy and she found it difficult to keep her eyes open. When she glanced up she noticed that both men were staring at her and she tried to mumble an apology about being such bad company, but her tongue was thick and the words weren't coming out right. In the background of her mind, she could still hear their conversation, but her head was so clouded that it was hard to distinguish what they were saying.
She tried to get up from her chair, but her legs were rubbery, and she found herself unable to stand up, much less walk. Her eyes were gently closing and she could feel herself slipping into a dreamy state of consciousness.
Watching her knowingly, her two male companions nodded to the big Mexican waiter.
"We've put her in room twelve, Juan. Carry her up there and we'll follow shortly," Ed ordered.
Juan didn't speak, but picked Bella up like she was a feather and carried her to an elevator at the other end of the bar.
"She'll probably sleep soundly for a half hour or so, Ed, but when she begins to wake up, she'll be climbing the walls." Redbrook laughed menacingly.
"I don't know how you do it," the desk clerk answered. "Shit, I don't know how you manage."
The men finished another drink, and then followed Juan on up to Bella's room. Juan had put the unconscious girl on the bed and didn't bother to pull down her skirt, which had ridden well up above her thighs, revealing her long, stockinged legs, the pale flesh above her nylons, and her narrow garter belt and skimpy bikini panties.
"Man, this one has really got it," Ed said, almost gasping. "She's got a body like I haven't seen in years. Will you take a look at that pretty pair of legs. This should be fun."
Juan left the room so that the two men could be alone with their prize. He knew that he was only allowed to sample the girls after his bosses had finished or when they wanted to watch the look of horror come over an innocent young girl's face at the threat of a big stud like himself.
Ed and Redbrook carefully drew Bella's miniskirt away from her hips, unbuttoned her tailored cotton blouse and pulled it away from her shoulders. Bella wasn't wearing a slip, so they could see the lushly rounded fullness of her breasts swelling out against her lacy white brassier. They drew in their breath as they looked down at this helpless young girl in her brassiere and panties, so innocently virginal-looking and completely at their mercy.
Her long brown hair curled around her sloping shoulders and lay against the white pillow, framing her heart-shaped face. Her features were firm and regular, with just a hint of sensual fleshiness to the lips. Her figure was slim, her young curves like an artist's model's, perfect in proportion, with the underlying erotic element in her nature a mere suggestion.
The two men devoured her with their eyes, and suddenly Ed broke the silence.
"I want to fuck her right now, while she's sleeping. I've never done that," he said with relish, but Redbrook restrained him.
They waited patiently alongside her bed, sipping slowly on their drinks and talking while she slept, only occasionally letting their hands wander over the full womanly curves of her body. Bella stirred slightly under their touch, but was still completely unaware of what was happening.
Ed ran his hands up her nakedly exposed inner thighs, feeling her silk stockings and the tight elastic leg band of her panties. He went one step further and thrust his fingers under the flimsy covering till he could feel her hair-trimmed little pussy lips.
"Shit, she's gonna be some piece. What a snug little cunt," he said, breathing increasingly rapidly. He could feel his throbbing cock stiffen into ramrod hardness against his slacks, and he had to force himself from coming right there from his lewd excitement.
The time seemed to drag on as the men sat there drinking and waiting for Bella to come out of her drugged sleep. About an hour later she began to stir, opening her eyes slowly and looking hesitantly around her. Her vision was blurred and it took her a few minutes to realize where she was.
She heard one of the men say, "She's coming to, just a few more minutes."
Bella tried to raise herself on one elbow, but she was weak and her trembling arm was unable to support the weight of her body. The lights in the room were dim and she could see only the outline of two large bodies standing above her, when she felt hands forcing her back down into the mattress. Her body seemed made of lead.
The frightened brunette heard one of the men clear his throat. "What's happening? What's going on?" she asked feebly, but the only answer she got was a wickedly depraved laugh.
Her eyes cleared slightly and she realized that it was Mr. Redbrook and Ed who were standing there looking at her. It must have been they who had taken off her clothes. She tried to hide herself by drawing the sheet around her, but stronger hands pulled it from her grasp and she lay there helplessly. She couldn't make her hands work right.
"Well, Ed," Redbrook said, turning for the door. "Bella's all yours. Have a good time. I'll check back with you in the morning to see how it went. I'd like to see some sign of appreciation."
Ed was now sitting on the edge of the bed, urgently running his hands over the bewildered brunette's cringing young body, and she found that she didn't have the strength to resist his caresses. He'd stripped to his underwear and she could see the obscene bulge of his prick rising underneath his shorts. His fingers fumbled for the hooks of her skimpy brassiere, pulling it away from her body to reveal the ripely formed flesh beneath.
As she cowered in fearful confusion, he caressed her quivering breasts, pinching cruelly at her pink little nipples 'til they stood out in bullet hardness. His mouth and tongue were tracing a tantalizing pattern from her neck to the sensitive area of her unexplainably pulsing breasts, and she could feel an involuntary tingle burst through her belly.
"Oh," she couldn't help groaning.
She couldn't be responding to this strange man. she thought, but her drugged body was reacting in an unknown way, contradicting her mind, and she could feel her desire begin to grow with each new wanton caress. The lewd mouthing of her fully rounded young breasts continued, and she lay still, uncooperative, as she felt Ed's hands busy themselves unhooking the stays of her garters and pushing her stockings down her long slim legs, till they hung limply from her ankles. Then his fingers forced their way inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties and began to explore the intimate area of her cunt. Bella's entire body flinched from this obscene touch on her most secret flesh.
"Oh, let me go. You can't do this."
Her hips jerked up once more when his freely groping fingers began to squeeze at her yielding ass-cheeks. Without warning, he grinned triumphantly and pulled hard at the tight elastic waistband of her flimsy bikini panties with his unoccupied hand. In one violent tug, they were yanked down her thrashing legs till they dangled from one slender ankle.
"Oh no," gasped Bella.
She gaped down at her nakedly exposed cunt and tried to cover the sparse brown pussy hair with her hands, but he forced her hands away. When her panties dropped from her foot to the floor, she tried to sit up on the bed to retrieve them, but he used the opportunity to slide his hand under her uplifting buttocks, throwing her off balance and knocking her flat.
The blond hotel clerk's hands moved back up her parted thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking her naked cuntal flesh. Bella shuddered and tensed as he circled his thick fingers over her wetly seeping pussy, but she had no energy to make him stop. Besides weakening her, the drink was producing strangely erotic psychedelic visions in her mind. After a nerve-shattering few moments, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread her defenseless cuntal lips and expose her aroused little clitoris, teasing it out to even greater erection with his lewdly extended middle finger.
"Oh," the terrified young brunette was motionless with shame. "Won't you stop?"
She didn't want to react, but suddenly the drugged drink this man had plied her with was again beginning to take effect, and her desire was mounting despite her revulsion and half-conscious confusion about what was happening to her. Horrible as it seemed, she found herself wanting to be taken by this strange man. She couldn't understand what was making her feel this way.
She'd never wanted anyone before besides Rick, but now her hands wandered tentatively over his back as he raised his body and moved over between her still open thighs. Suddenly she spread her long legs wide apart to give him greater access to her begging young pussy. Her body seemed to have a will of its own.
"That's a girl," Ed whispered in her ear. "I knew you'd come around sooner or later. In a few minutes, you'll be screaming for me to give it to you, but you'll have to bide your time. I want to shake that little ass of yours 'til you're about to come off like a firecracker. Then I'll screw the living daylights out of you."
Even such crass language excited Bella, and she dug her nails hard into the back of his sinewy buttocks, trying to pull him deep inside her, but he raised his hips till his erected cock was lying pulsatingly against her stomach.
"Why're you doing this to me?" Her voice sounded distant to her, as if another girl had called out.
Ed didn't answer the young brunette's question, but instead sucked cruelly on one of her pebble-hard nipples till she cried out in pain.
"Ah!" she moaned. "Stop. You're hurting me. Please."
He persisted in his sadistic nibbling 'til she was writhing crazily beneath him. She ran her hands harshly down his tensed back, hoping that she was drawing blood, but the hotel clerk merely laughed at her.
"Baby, you can't hurt me, I just love it. I dig a wild little cat in bed."
In spite of his painful nips, the aching desire in Bella's excited young pussy was building to a fever pitch, and she yearned for him to be inside her, to thrust deep into the almost virginal softness of her belly, till she was filled with satisfyingly hard male cock.
"Ed, why don't you just do it. Please, just take me. Do it. Get it over with, she moaned, trying to change her psychology, but he ignored her pleas and continued to suck her breasts and tease her warmly opening cuntal lips with his extended middle finger.
"Not so fast, cunt," he said. "We've got all night and I've got plenty in mind for you. I'll teach you a few things you never knew before, while we're at it," he hissed down at her.
The hotel clerk brought his mouth down onto her stomach, tickling her taut belly flesh teasingly with the wetness of his tongue. Slowly, his mouth lowered on her quivering abdomen till she could feel the hot dampness of his lips between her licentiously spread thighs, searching for her erect little clitoris. He licked the hot bud furiously till Bella was squirming her tight-clenched buttocks in uncontrolled passion. "Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me," she pleaded. "I can't take it anymore, you're driving me crazy."
"In due time, baby," he breathed teasingly. "I want you so hot you won't know which end is up when I ram it into you."
She reached down for his ears in an effort to pull him on top of her, but his hands were forcing her trembling thighs so painfully wide apart that she couldn't reach him. Bella didn't know that the cocktails they'd given her would affect her this way, yet now she didn't care how or why she was feeling the way she was. The wantonly aroused brunette just wanted to be fucked and fucked again till she couldn't bear it any more. She was only aware that she'd never felt this way, this turned on before, not even with Rick, and her mind whirled, wondering what strange thing had come over her.
"M-m-m-m." He sucked avidly at the tender lips of her excited pussy which was now dilating passionately as she undulated her pelvis beneath his lips and darting tongue. She was so ready she thought she'd burst wide open if he continued his oral torture down there between her legs much longer.
"Oh no." She just had to have it. Now.
The young secretary couldn't reach him to pull his cock into her cunt. She forced her own fingers down beneath his face to fondle and tease at her heatedly pulsating little clitoris, trying in desperation to manipulate herself to a climax along with his probing tongue, but the hotel clerk forced her hands aside. Bella groaned in wide-eyed frustration and clasped her palms to her quivering young breasts, pinching her nipples into masochistically throbbing erectness till they hurt, hurt with a strange, all-consuming pleasure.
"Oh, how I wish you'd fuck me," she moaned.
She couldn't believe the words were her own.
Finally, when Bella thought that she couldn't stand the cruel teasing of her aroused body any longer, Ed crawled up on her till his knees straddled her wildly heaving body. His lust-thickened cock lay between the trembling softness of her breasts so that she could feel its underside pulsating between her full twin mounds.
"Now, I want you to suck me, like I did you," said Ed, looking at her with a cruel glint in his eye.
He forced the young brunette's mouth open with his fingers, and without waiting, thrust his longly hard cock deep into the back of her throat till she almost choked. Bella could feel the obscene slap of his balls against her chin as he knelt over her face, his bulbously swollen cock-head pressing against the insides of her cheeks. With hungering obedience, she began sucking on his rigidly thrusting dick, wanting to get all of it within the clasping warmth of her mouth.
"Suck it hard, baby," he choked out. "Suck it good. Yeah, you're doing it. Shit, yes, that's it."
"O-h-h-h," Bella gurgled around his impaling shaft of male flesh. Her lips were working furiously while her tongue lasciviously circled his throbbing cock-head each time he skewered deep into the welcoming moistness of her mouth.
It was difficult for the drugged girl to catch her breath, Ed's lengthening male hardness was so large. Her eyes suddenly widened with fear as she gazed into his gloating face. He seemed to delight in the fact that his pulsating cock was too much for her to take all at once, as if this was proof that he'd finally attained mastery over her. With each mouth-filling thrust, he tried to force his eagerly throbbing cock farther into her throat until she felt as though he were trying to ram it down to her belly.
"M-m-m-m," she moaned, nibbling hungrily and trying with all her soul to please him as best she could. Finally, Ed felt he'd be unable to take her wildly uninhibited sucking any longer or he'd come right there in her urgently suctioning mouth, so he slowly withdrew, and lowered himself onto her writhing young body once more.
Her legs were spread-eagled on the bed, opened wide in lewd surrender to receive him as she felt his turgidly pulsing hardness brush against her moistening little pussy mouth. Bella could feel him move it tantalizingly up and down to part her softly resilient cuntal hair, and her excitement grew tenfold at once. She had to have it.
He teased her mercilessly, pushing his lust-thickened cock the least bit inside her aching passage and then withdrawing until she was bucking against him in uncontrollable fury.
"Please. Please. I can't take any more. Do it now. Fuck me now," she groaned in the heat of her exploding passion.
The young secretary tried to force him to go deeper into her, but Ed held her fast with a hand curving round each hip. The hotel clerk plunged into her like a series of ripples in water, each time growing obscenely larger and skewering deeper into her virginally narrow cunt.
"O-h-h-h. Yes," Bella gasped, totally impaled, and with a final deep-throated grunt of surrender, pulled her knees back tight on her erotically trembling breasts.
She could feel the ballooning softness of his sperm-bloated balls swinging down hard against her upturned anus as he pummeled deeper and deeper into her open cunt. He seemed to fill her entire belly and thrust into her quivering young pussy in a way her boyfriend had not filled her. She didn't know that any man could be so huge down there or drive her insane from sheer lust and desire like this.
Her back began to ache from the pressure of Ed's hands on her waist, but the seething pressure deep up inside her womb was even greater. She knew she was about to come. He was going to make her explode in a mind-blowing orgasm at any moment.
"Oh, fuck me now. Now, yes, I'm going to come," Bella gasped as he plunged deeper and deeper up into her with each violently cunt-filling thrust.
Ed felt he was about to burst like a balloon that had been blown too full, and he wanted to fill her with his life-giving sperm, to flood her with his torrents of white hot come till she could take no more. He gritted his teeth as she twisted frantically beneath him, and felt her begin to convulse with her own body-wrenching orgasm. He could feel her passion-slick pussy contract violently against his insanely driving cock, and suddenly his own burgeoning climax started at the base of his balls and shuddered through him like a rocketing missile.
"Well, honey," he coughed. "Here it is. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm c-o-o-o-ming," Ed gasped as he lunged hard into her hot cunt. She felt the sudden burst of his steaming sperm, filling her cuntal cavern.
The man grunted and strained over her, his loins slapping hers again and again as he spewed his seed into her body. The reeking smell of their intermingled sex filled her nostrils, and numbed her brain. At long last the powerful man reduced the depths of his thrusting and lowered his body to hers. He lay over her, breathing harshly, sweating, exhausted.
The woman's mind was in a crazed whirl, and it was not long after that she fell into a deeply hypnotic sleep. The man then drew carefully out of her cunt, dressed himself and went downstairs.
"I think we've got a girl," he told the others. "Yes, definitely. We've got ourselves a little girl."
CHAPTER FOUR
The young brunette slept long and soundly. It was as if her mind did not want her to wake up... ever. Gradually though, in the morning light, she began to come around. At first she thought she was still at home, then she remembered the trip. She looked up at the ceiling, then sat up and stared around the room, remembering where she was.
She was naked, and her body ached as if she had run a marathon or been in a touch football game. She seemed to be grasping for the last recollected remnants of some nightmare that escaped her in the day's light. Was there a man in that strange dream? Who had he been? She couldn't remember enough of it.
The lovely girl shook her head to clear the cobwebs. She knew that she had done too much drinking, at least for her. She got up slowly, steadied herself on the edge of the bed, and then walked painfully to the shower. Maybe some cold water would clear her memory and she would be able to remember exactly what had happened. The icy shafts of water stung her aching skin as she let the shower beat down on her curvaceous young body.
She stayed under the water for almost a half an hour, but it didn't help to refresh her memory at all. Oh well, she laughed, it's a hell of a way to start a vacation, but at least I can't be embarrassed if I ever see the man again, because I won't know him. She tried to shrug it off, but her strict upbringing told her that it wasn't really a joking matter.
Still, she didn't know what else she could do. Here she had been so careful to protect her virginity until she met Rick and then, away from him for three days and, without even knowing why, she had let some stranger make love to her. Make love to her hell, she grimaced.
He just plain fucked me. It was hard for her to believe, but her body certainly showed the marks of a wild, animal-like encounter, the--likes of which she had to admit she'd never experienced with Rick.
She got dressed in a pair of white slacks and a cotton blouse which she tied just below her breasts, a move that accentuated their fullness.
Then she reluctantly headed downstairs to the hotel dining room. Maybe it was the liquor, she moaned to herself. I haven't been eating right the last few days, and it must have hit me pretty hard.
As she walked by the front desk, Ed called out, "How do you feel this beautiful morning? Get a good night's rest? You look terrific!"
She smiled back at him and said, "Yes, thanks. I slept fine, but I still feel a bit shaky. It must have been those magic mushroom drinks."
"Probably so," he answered, smiling to himself at the knowledge that she would not remember what a magnificent lover he had been. Oh well, time enough for her to find out what he could do the next time when she was fully conscious.
Bella ordered a large breakfast and three cups of coffee from the waiter and lit her first cigarette of the morning, but put it out right away. Even they tasted bad today. She thought, I must have really tied one on. I don't even remember getting upstairs to bed.
She hadn't quite finished her last cup of coffee when she saw Redbrook coming into the dining room.
"Well, you certainly look chipper this morning. You must have had a good rest. You almost fell asleep at the table in the middle of cocktails."
"I'm afraid that I wasn't very good company last night. I'm sorry."
He laughed. "That's perfectly all right, you were charming company," he answered, thinking, if you only knew how charming.
He joined her while she finished her breakfast, and asked what her plans were for the day.
"Nothing in particular. Thought I'd walk around the market for a while, do some shopping and maybe go to the beach. Why?"
"Well, I just thought you might like some company. I know the island very well, and I would be happy to be your guide."
He patted her on the knee and said, "We don't want you to get lost or get yourself into any trouble on your first day here. Besides, I'd like to introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe we can even line up a job for you so you won't have to worry about going back right away."
"That would almost be too good to be true, but I'd love your company. Where should we start?" She just couldn't refuse him. He was being too nice and it would be marvelous if she could find a job here so easily.
"Well, first I'll show you around the market, but I'm sure you won't be able to stand that for very long. The stench down there is a little hard to take unless you're used to it. Then there's a little club called the Cafe Pacifica that you might enjoy. We can stop there for lunch. After that, I'll leave the agenda open and we can play it by ear. How's that?"
"That sounds just fine. Let me run upstairs and get my pocketbook and I'll be right with you."
She was back in a few minutes and they left the hotel and walked out into the hot morning sunshine and headed for the market place.
The market was already thriving and crowded with people, mostly the local citizens who had gone down there early to buy fish and the vegetables that had been brought in.
"I can see what you mean by the atmosphere here. It really is pretty exciting, isn't it?" Bella commented.
"Yes. The fishing boats come in every day. Everything is fresh. There is another part of the market which you will enjoy I'm sure and you can get your souvenirs there. Shall we?"
She followed him through the crowded and narrow street, down a small alleyway until they reached the stands where the women were selling baskets and other things that they had made by hand. Each woman was trying to underbid the other and on several occasions actually followed Bella and Redbrook down the street, trying to bargain.
"I know a woman who has a shop just down the street here and I'm sure that she will give you fair prices. Half of these people will take anything they can get, and even then it usually isn't worth half of what you pay."
They stopped in a tiny shop about a half a block away where they were greeted by a large Mexican woman who seemed to know Redbrook quite well.
"Well, it's good to see you again, and with such a lovely young lady. What can I do for you today? Baskets, jewelry, or a favor?"
The woman winked at Redbrook and Bella wondered what kind of favors this woman could possibly do her new friend. Everyone in town seemed to know him by name, and they all winked at him when they commented about Bella. It was beginning to strike her as very strange.
"This young lady would like to buy some gifts to take back to the States with her. Give her a good price, Maria," he added, and slapped the woman soundly on the buttocks. She just laughed.
"We never deal unfairly with our friends, senor. You should know that!" She laughed again.
The woman handed Bella a straw burro that had the address of her shop on it and said, "Here's just a little something from me to you. Come back any time to do your shopping. A friend of Mr. Redbrook's is always welcome here."
Bella thanked the woman and tucked the toy into her purse.
"Why does everyone always wink at you?" she finally had the nerve to ask as they left the straw stall.
"Oh, it's just because they think you are such a pretty girl and I am such an old man. These people are very romantic and maybe they think we are lovers." He chuckled as he said it and she blushed.
"Oh, come on now, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was just kidding. They are all old friends and they love to tease. It means nothing more than shaking hands."
She accepted his explanation and took his arm as they fought through the people once more in order to get out of the market.
The sun was blistering as it beat down on the narrow earth street and the pleasant odor from the fishing boats followed them after they were several blocks away. A little boy ran up to them, begged for a penny and tried to sell them some gum. Bella was about to reach into her purse to give the child a coin, but Mr. Redbrook stopped her.
"If you give to one, we will have twenty following us all day, believe me. I made that mistake the first time I was here and it took me hours to find a peaceful spot where I wouldn't be bothered. It seems unfair, but that's just the way it is."
Bella smiled weakly at the boy and shook her head, then fell into step with Mr. Redbrook before any other of the street boys could follow them.
"How about some lunch now? It's eleven-thirty and if we don't eat early, everyone will be taking a siesta by two and we'll never get a bite."
"When in Mexico," she answered with a smile, "do as the Mexicans do. Let's go."
They turned down what appeared to be the main street of the town and walked into a dark and dingy looking doorway. Inside was a small cafe with several tables scattered here and there with no apparent pattern.
"This is the famous El Mazatlan," he told her. "Here we can always get a good cool drink and decent food. It may seem grubby, but that is just for atmosphere because everyone expects it. Actually the bar and kitchen are quite clean."
"It certainly is quaint, isn't it? I'm getting caught up in the Mexican mood already, and it feels marvelous."
They chose a table in one corner, and a slender young Mexican boy came over to their table.
"Mr. Redbrook, I haven't seen you in a long time. Good to see you. We missed you."
The businessman acknowledged the boy's enthusiasm and explained to Bella that the boy was only excited because Redbrook usually left him a big tip whenever he came in.
He ordered two tall tequila drinks for them and offered her a cigarette. Her hangover was beginning to wear off and she was really feeling fine, except for the fact that she still wondered who in the world had been her lover the night before.
She fairly gulped down the cool drink, saying, "You can hardly taste the tequila in this. How nice. After last night, I'm not sure I could stand the taste of liquor."
"The tequila is very smooth, but potent, so be careful. I wouldn't want to have to carry you home."
Bella was completely relaxed and thoroughly enjoying the older man's company. She never felt nervous around him at all, for he seemed to be so pleasant and such a gentleman.
They finished their drinks and ordered a second round before even thinking about food.
"May I recommend the specialty of the house?" he inquired. "Roast cabrito. It makes a delightful lunch. I think you'll like it."
"Okay. It sounds harmless, not like the specialty I tried at the hotel bar last night."
With a smile, Redbrook called to the boy and ordered their lunch and another round of drinks. In the background, Bella could hear mariachi music coming from somewhere, and the sound of the guitars did wonders to lift her spirits.
"I think I am really going to enjoy it here," she said. "I'm certain of it."
They enjoyed a leisurely lunch and he asked her a lot of questions about where she was from and what she had done in Phoenix, and after her third tequila drink, the former secretary was more than obliging.
She had discussed it briefly with him on the plane, but now that they had more time and had developed a rapport between them, she went into detail. It seemed to her as though she were talking to her father, he was so kind and understanding.
"Well, here in Mazatlan, it is difficult to find secretarial jobs because there are so many foreign girls who want to stay and not enough work to go around. However, there are many clubs and I'm sure that we could find you a job as a cigarette girl or a cocktail waitress. Would you mind doing work like that? I believe the pay is excellent, especially now that the tourist season is starting."
"I haven't had any experience, but I'd be more than willing to try it, if you think they'd give me a chance."
"With your looks and attitude, I'm sure we can find you something in no time at all."
It was four o'clock by the time they left El Mazaltan, for they had talked most of the afternoon.
"Why don't you go back to your hotel and get changed into something a bit dressier and warmer, because the nights can get chilly, and I'll pick you up in about an hour or so. We can go to one of the other hotels for dinner and then see some of the Mexican clubs."
"It sounds marvelous. I'll be ready about seven."
She left him sitting at the table and walked slowly back to her hotel which was only a few blocks away. The sun was still very warm and her state of mind had improved greatly. The day had been filled with so many interesting things and Redbrook was so nice, she was sure that this evening would be just as enjoyable.
She was beginning to trust him more and more, and had been on the verge of telling him what had happened to her last night after she had gone to her room, but had decided against it. He was just too nice, and probably would have made trouble for the desk clerk if she said she'd practically been raped. At least at first it had been rape.
Redbrook was punctual, as usual, and arrived right on the dot of seven. Bella was just finishing the last touches of her makeup when she heard his knock on the door. She asked him to come in and have a seat while she put on her lipstick and then they could be on their way.
He handed her a flower and gave her a light peck on the cheek. When he kissed her, she could smell the odor of the tequila on his breath and he seemed a bit high. She thought that he must have had quite a few more drinks after she had left him this afternoon.
When they went downstairs, he asked Ed to join them for another drink in the bar. The desk clerk was most eager to join them. He whistled when he saw Bella, and gave her his broad smile.
"You look great tonight, Bella. I wish I were the guy taking you out to dinner, but I have to stay here till ten or so."
"Well, why don't you join us when you get through? We'll be at the Cafe Pacifica around that time, I would imagine," Mr. Redbrook volunteered.
Ed accepted without a second thought and gave Bella the once over for the second time. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl and she was about to ask Redbrook to withdraw the invitation, but realized that that would look awfully silly, especially since she was a guest at his hotel.
The three of them adjourned to the bar, and the same big Mexican came over to wait on them. His eyes scoured the group and came to rest on the young brunette, and he licked his lips and grinned for an uncomfortably long time.
Maybe I shouldn't have worn this dress, Bella thought to herself. It is cut rather low and I suppose it does look, like an invitation, but I have a nice figure and I don't think it's out of place. What's the matter with that oaf anyway?
"Juan, bring the lady another magic mushroom, please, and two tequilas for us," Redbrook said.
She started to tell him that she didn't think it was such a good idea for her to have that drink again, especially so early in the evening, but Juan turned away before she could open her mouth.
She sipped her drink slowly and carefully when it came, and somehow it tasted different tonight, not the same undertaste, and actually much better than the ones she had had the previous night. She found it impossible to relax. Ed seemed to be almost drooling into his drink when he looked at her, and his gaze was really too familiar. She felt as though she were sitting there completely naked. In desperation, she finished her drink as quickly as possible and suggested that they go for dinner.
Within a few minutes they were on their way by cab to a restaurant for dinner and a supposedly enjoyable evening.
The dinner was pleasant enough, but somehow that old fear that Bella had felt on the plane began to return. The more he drank the more familiar he became and by the end of the meal he had his hand resting firmly on her knee. Each time she tried to brush it away, he would refuse and tell her that she was like a daughter to him. Wine had made her head a little light so she tried, once again, to ignore his advances and have a good time.
The ride to the club was an experience in itself. They passed the road to the airport and went down another dirt road which was twice as bumpy and crooked. The car lurched from side to side, and she was thrown first against Redbrook and next against the door till she felt as though she were going to be shaken apart. Finally they arrived at a small club with a glaring light which read Cafe Pacifica.
The club was dimly lit except for the flicker of candles on the wooden tables throughout the room and an occasional old-fashioned gas lantern. The ceiling was pitch black and covered with a glittery substance which reflected the candle-light in various colors. The only thing breaking up the large rectangular room was the bar and a small stage off to one side.
"I think you will enjoy the native entertainment here," he said. "It's different and very interesting, the only club of its kind in the area."
They were greeted at the door by a blond man who must have been at least six feet two inches tall.
"Carl, meet Bella, the young lady I spoke to you about earlier today."
Carl gave her a wide grin and made some comment about her being twice as beautiful as Redbrook had described.
"I'll be able to join you in a minute, Dave. Just let me get the girls set and I'll be right back." He disappeared into the blackness of the room.
"This is one of the top places for girls to work in Mazatlan. The tips are good because the prices of the drinks and entertainment are high. They cater to a very special clientele, as you will soon see," Redbrook explained, while Carl was gone. She wasn't sure that she liked the looks of the place, but she was sure that it was best to reserve her opinion till she'd been there longer. After all, perhaps it was built like this just for the tourists, quaintly authentic.
Redbrook ordered two tequila drinks from a young American girl who was waiting on their table. She didn't look to be much over twenty, Bella's own age, and didn't seem the least bit embarrassed by the skimpy costume she wore. The top was so brief that Bella was afraid that the girl's breasts would come bursting right out of it, and the leotard bottom half was cut so that it revealed the greater amount of her rounded young buttocks.
"Good evening, Mr. Redbrook," she said. "Good to have you back here awhile.
"Thank you, Sue, nice to see you. And I must say that you are looking fine, just fine. Meet Bella, she may be lucky enough to get a job here. That is if I have any pull with the boss," he laughed maliciously.
"I'm sure that you can arrange something; you always do," she answered half-sarcastically. "But I'll talk to you later. Got to take care of my tables, you know."
About fifteen minutes later, Carl joined them at their table, saying, "Ed just called, and he will be here shortly. We're to save him a place."
Carl gave Bella the once over again and smiled at her. "You certainly have all the qualifications we're looking for, so you can have the job if you want it."
"That's fine," Bella said nervously, "but I do plan on taking a few days off right now just to relax and I couldn't start work for about a week if that's all right?"
He assured her that it was, but why didn't she come by the next afternoon and one of the other girls could show her the ropes of cocktail waitressing so that she wouldn't have to waste time and learn on the job.
She agreed to return the next day about two and get fitted for her costume and talk to some of the other girls about what was expected of her.
Bella was just finishing her second tequila drink when Ed arrived and sat down very close beside her.
"Glad I got here before the show started. I wouldn't want to miss any of it!"
A small combo was setting up their drums on the stage and Bella could hear the rustling of the curtains as the show was about to start.
All of a sudden a bright red light went on in the center of the stage and a very attractive dark-haired girl about eighteen appeared in front of it. The light gave her skin a warm glow which complimented the white gown she was wearing.
The dress was cut as low as the waitresses costumes and enticingly revealed the deep cleavage between her melon-shaped breasts. She wore long white gloves that reached up to her elbows and dangling earrings that were just barely visible from underneath her long black hair. The drums started a rhythmic sensual beat and she began to chant in a low husky voice.
Bella wondered just what her act was, but she could imagine it involved more than singing, and she wasn't sure she was going to like this at all. She had gone to some stripping places with Rick in Phoenix and had been terribly embarrassed.
When the brunette finished her song, she glided languidly about the stage, moving back and forth in time to the pulsing beat of the drums. She moved as though she didn't have a bone in her body, every lush curve vibrating under her tight clinging gown. Her hips undulated sensuously backward and forward as though she were making love to some imaginary man standing before her.
She went through some lewd contortions with her rippling body that Bella would have thought impossible in such a restricting outfit. Still, as the drums increased their wild rhythm, she moved even faster and faster. The spotlight followed her across the small stage until she reached the side nearest to where they were sitting. Then she snaked her hands behind her and teasingly released the hooks at the waist of her skimpy gown.
The soft material fell carelessly from her loins, now completely naked except for a small triangular net-like covering over her pubic mound that gave the obscene impression that she had nothing on. When she moved across to the other end of the stage, Bella could see her ass-cheeks bounce provocatively as she undulated her hips in a sensuous fashion.
Once at the other side, the girl undid the top half of her gown and that, too, fell suddenly to the floor, and a gasp of lascivious appreciation went up from the men in the room. When she turned, her nakedly swaying breasts were completely exposed except for the same net covering with a few skimpy tassels to hide her tautened nipples.
Her arms were still covered by the gloves, and this seemed to enhance her swarthy sexuality as she glided enticingly from one end of the platform to the other. The tassels which barely covered her bouncing breasts now revealed her pointed nipples swaying gently to the evocative rhythm of the music.
The filmy net barely covered her curving pussy mound, and it was so thin in back that the fullness of her ripe young buttocks was clearly visible. The girl moved suggestively, lewdly, as though she were in her own private erotic world. Yet she knew that each uninhibited move she made was drawing attention to the fact that she was an excitingly built young woman, and that she knew how to use her alluring body.
She revolved slowly around the stage, giving everyone just enough of a teasing glimpse to arouse even the most stoical. Finally, she let her hands slide caressingly up her body and cradle her voluptuous breasts in her cupping hands so that all the people in the room could enjoy a better view of their firm and supple fullness. As her hands slid downward again, she pulled gently at the tassels which had been covering her tautened nipples and tossed them to the floor. For a moment, she stood there, the slight film of perspiration that had formed on her burnished skin giving her a warm glow, and revealed to the audience at last were the two ripe swells of her breasts standing out from her chest completely free and naked.
Her movements were graceful and deliberate, her hips grinding steadily in time with the heated music and her imaginary lover. Her whole young body glistened in the light's red glow as she swayed to and fro, slithering erotically across the stage.
Bella glanced over at Ed who was trying to hide the obvious bulge in his trousers with one hand, while he nervously sipped his drink with the other.
Strange, she thought, but she couldn't take her eyes off this sexy dark girl sauntering with obscenely calculated movements across the platform. The spotlight was slowly changing from a red to a purplish and finally a blue light as it followed her sensually wiggling body. Little by little, the light was becoming brighter. When it reached full beam, Bella saw that the girl had taken off the net over her brunette-haired pussy mound and that the only thing which now covered her naked loins was a thin G-string made of beads.
She began to move slowly down the steps of the stage and out into the darkened room where the tables were, the light pursuing her the whole time.
The drums increased the demanding rhythm and her frantic undulations became more and more violent until it seemed she was in the throes of a wild orgasm.
The lighting changed with the beat of the drums, accentuating first her jiggling breasts and gyrating belly, then her dark-haired pussy which was pushed forward and bumped lewdly at the audience as she rocked back and forth in time with the music. She wiggled onto one of the tables closest to the stage and her quivering breasts were flaunted hotly into the gaping face of a man who could no longer control his excited breathing.
She squirmed about on the table, giving the people in front of her a revealing view of her widespread cunt as she went through a series of erotic contortions. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating like a jackhammer, her hands hungrily exploring every curve of her leggy young body. They ran over her heaving breasts, caressed the swell of her womanly hips and rested invitingly at the vee of her pubic mound.
She kicked her legs high in the air as she got down from the table and moved slowly back onto the stage. For a moment she stood there, her hands on her hips, giving everyone a last look. Then she turned saucily and the spotlight went out.
Bella could hear the rapid breathing all around the room and although she could not see very far in the darkness, she could hear the rustle of material as woman were straightening out their skirts and the occasional sound of a zipper being adjusted. Ed appeared to have regained his composure, although a faint trace of perspiration showed on the foreheads of all three men at her table.
"Well," Bella said, being the first to break the silence, "that was quite an exhibition. I've never seen anything like it before, and I doubt that I ever will again."
"It didn't offend you, did it?" Redbrook inquired.
"No, not really, I guess. I was just a little unprepared for what was going to happen, that's all."
She had to admit, even to herself, that it was an extremely erotic display and that for a while she'd felt herself getting caught up in the girl's lewd act.
After the show the club began to empty somewhat, but Mr. Redbrook ordered another round of drinks for the table and didn't seem to be making any effort to end the evening. Several of the girls stopped by the table to say hello to him and it appeared that they all knew him quite well. Bella wondered whether this was how all the girls that worked there had gotten their jobs.
She was getting a little woozy from all the drinking she'd done that day and the hour was late, but the men were huddled across the table from her and whispering so quietly that she could not distinguish what they were saying. It made her uncomfortable to be left out of their conversation. After all, she was a part of their group.
She tapped Mr. Redbrook gently on the arm and asked him if he would take her back to the hotel or call a cab for her because she really felt that she should call it a night. He told her that he would be with her in just a moment if she would excuse them for a few minutes longer.
She agreed and headed in the direction of what she assumed was the ladies room. She walked past an open door which was obviously the dressing room for the girls that worked there and she couldn't help but overhear a smattering of their conversation.
One girl was saying, "I wonder if Dave will throw another one of his special parties this time?"
An answer came from somewhere else in the room. "If he does, I hope I don't get invited. I went to the last one, and I couldn't walk for a week."
"I could use a little extra cash, though." Then she heard Sue's voice, "I wonder where he met the new girl who's supposed to start here next week? Wonder if the little lady has any idea what it's all about."
Overhearing it, the youthful brunette scratched her head. What could they be talking about? She made sure that she was not seen, and then she went back to see if the older man was through with whatever was occupying him. She watched him carefully, but he seemed the kindly and reassuring man he had been to her since she'd first run into him. She breathed a sigh of relief.
He took her back to her room, reminding her what time she would begin work the following day. Just the idea of having a job made her feel secure, though she was still trying to figure a way to break it off. On the other hand, if she messed up this opportunity, what would she do to keep body and soul together?
CHAPTER FIVE
The girl felt a strange pang of loneliness. It seemed that as long as she was with someone, everything was all right, but as soon as she faced herself in solitude, all the uncertainty and fear returned. Perhaps she was just being foolish. She undressed and looked at her naked body in the mirror. It was a gorgeous body, one that should have brought her more pleasure than it did. She shrugged off that notion and got into bed.
Sleep did not come right away, even though she was tired. All the things that were up in the air filtered through her mind. She decided not to take the job. It was too risky. With that thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep.
She still had her resolve the next morning when she awoke and dressed. However, when Dave joined her for breakfast, she found herself unable to tell him.
During the cab ride out to the club, Bella lit cigarette after cigarette, but it did little to relieve her tension. When they arrived in front of the club, she was about to tell him that she had changed her mind, but Carl came out and met them at the car.
"Good afternoon, glad you came back. I was afraid that the show might have made you change your mind," he said.
"Well, I thought that I might as well find out what it's all about, so I'll give it a try for a while," she answered weakly, her courage to refuse deserting her.
"Fine. Fm sure you'll learn to like it here. We're a very friendly group, as you'll soon see," he added, grinning at her with a familiarity she didn't like at all.
The Pacifica looked even worse in the daylight. At least at night the dim lights hid the fact that the place was so messy, the furniture held together by twine, and the bar completely covered with cigarette burns and tequila stains. A few of the girls she'd seen the night before were sitting at one of the tables drinking coffee and tequila and just passing the afternoon until it was time to go to work. Carl took her over to the group and introduced her and they invited her to sit down.
"Good luck," one of them said sarcastically when Carl brought up Bella's new job there. Then the girl lowered her eyes quickly to the table and mumbled something about, "It's really not that bad. I was just kidding."
This introduction was hardly what Bella had expected, but she was there and it was too late to back out now. Later, after a quick drink, they took her into the wardrobe room and found her a costume that would fit with a minimum of alteration.
"Don't you think it's a bit tight through the bust?" she asked hesitantly.
"All the better," one of the girls chimed in. "The more skin they see, the better your tips. The outfit takes a little time to get used to, but it's so dark in there at night, that you could walk around naked and I doubt if anyone would even notice."
The girls were trying to be friendly, but Bella could sense the tension in the air. Finally, one of the waitresses who had been quiet up to this point said, "Look, I don't know how you met our charming Mr. Redbrook, but, honey, if you think you still have a chance to get out, take it." The other girls looked at her and told her to lower her voice or Carl would hear her.
"I don't care," she continued. "She seems like a good kid and I hate to see her fall into this rat race. Believe me, once you're in, you may not like it, but there's no getting out."
Bella started to ask her what she meant when suddenly the room went silent. Carl and Mr.
Redbrook were standing at the door.
"You talk too much, May. Get out into the other room," Redbrook ordered.
Bella couldn't believe that the man who had been so nice to her was ordering the other girls around in such a rough voice. His eyes were narrowed and it was obvious that he was angry and not about to be disobeyed. May quickly left the room and went back into the bar.
"I'll deal with her," Carl said with a mean tone in his voice.
"Well, girls," Carl said, "this evening after the show, we're all taking a little ride out to the country for a party. I'll expect all of you to be up to form."
None of the girls said a word, but when Carl left the room, May turned to Bella and said, "Lots of luck, honey. Looks like tonight's your night."
"What do you mean?" Bella asked, concern registering in her voice.
"Let's put it this way, honey, if you don't get out of here before tonight, you're going to get screwed every way but upside down, and maybe that way too."
Bella gasped in disbelief at what she was hearing and dazedly made her way out into the other room. She quickly told Mr. Redbrook and Carl that although she appreciated their offer of a job, she was afraid that she would have to go back to Phoenix and wouldn't be able to take it. They just looked at her and laughed. "I'm sorry, my dear, but it's a little too late to back out. You see, you have no choice. You're going to work here, live where we tell you and do as we say."
His voice had turned icy and cruel and she could see a strange glint in his eyes. She started to run for the door, but she was stopped by Juan. What was he even doing here? He grabbed her and brutally twisted her arm, almost breaking it. She struggled, but Juan struck her hard in the ribs.
Then she realized that Mr. Redbrook, Ed, Juan and Carl were all in this awful conspiracy together, and that's what the girls had been discussing last night. Juan threw her down in a chair close to the door, and she started to cry, pleading with them to let her go.
"I'm afraid that we can't do that now. You know too much. Here, have a drink and you'll feel better."
Juan mixed her a drink at the bar and set it in front of her, never taking his lustful eyes off her body for one moment.
"Drink this," he ordered. "You'll feel much better," he said, and all the men laughed.
The drink was one of those magic mushroom drinks that she'd had the first night. She was hesitant to drink it, but the sight of Juan terrified her. The warmth of the alcohol began to make her feel a little better. She thought, If I get drunk they can't make me work, so I may as well drink till I'm senseless.
She finished the first drink and Juan brought her another which she also downed quickly. The men were sitting in the corner discussing the plans for the party which they had planned for that evening, but she could only catch parts of the conversation. They were not trying to keep her from hearing, because they had her trapped and they knew it. She knew Juan would beat her bloody if she tried to escape.
She began to feel a little dizzy from the drinks and she could feel a strange warmth creeping throughout her body and suffusing her cunt with an erotic sort of tingling. Someone in the club turned on some music and she found it difficult to keep still.
She wanted to get up, move to the throbbing rhythm of the music. Redbrook and his cronies began to eye her from their part of the room and sensed what was happening. They knew that the peyote in the drink would begin to take effect. Then they would have their fun and she would love it. They wanted to watch her squirm for awhile before they played their hand.
Bella started tapping her fingers on the table top in time to the music and moving back and forth in her seat. She felt as if her whole body were on fire and she couldn't put it out. The sensation was burning in her breasts and she felt her nipples becoming involuntarily erect.
Her thighs were quivering at the same time as a strange tension was building in her pussy. Finally, she couldn't bear to sit still any longer and she began to move around the room, between the tables, swaying in a suggestive manner until she reached the table where the men were sitting.
She stood in front of them, undulating her hips and running her hands excitedly over her hips, feeling her desire burning even through her clothes. The men looked up and laughed maliciously.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Redbrook crowed. "Something turn you on all of a sudden, or have you decided to become cooperative?"
The young brunette looked down at them and they were no longer men, just three handsome studs sitting there with something she wanted and needed. She had never felt this way before, and she didn't know what was happening to her.
Then she remembered the first night she had spent in Mazatlan. Juan had made the drinks, and she knew that she had made violent love to someone. She couldn't remember who.
This was different. She was in some control of her mind. She knew what she was doing and she knew who the men were, but she had no control over her body. Something had changed in her. Some erotic power was coming out. She weaved back and forth around the table, caressing each man first on the back of his neck, letting her fingers trace a light pattern down to the nape and around to his ears, tickling him lightly. She was suddenly enjoying herself.
"I think our new waitress is trying to tell us something," Redbrook laughed sarcastically.
"Ed had her the other night," Juan interjected, "let me be the first today."
"You're too big," Redbrook said. Then he pondered it for a moment and grinned to the others. It might be interesting in a sadistic sort of way to watch this Mexican giving it to her with that monstrous cock of his. "Why not? But you're going to have an audience. I want you to make her plead for it. If you can do that, she's yours first."
Juan smiled a toothy smile and got up from the table and walked behind Bella, letting his hands move around to her tremblingly full breasts and then down to her undulating hips as she still moved in time to the music. His fingers began to slowly unbutton her thin cotton blouse till he was able to slide it easily down off her shoulders.
In seconds she stood before the men with just her lacy white brassiere covering her breasts. The softly rounded flesh more than filled the sheer material that was binding them and protruded proudly above the cloth.
Then his hands undid the zipper of her miniskirt and he let it slip easily to the floor. Bella kept moving her body as though she were in a trance while Juan was undressing her, so that his hands would touch her every lust-incited curve, and the darkness of his hands against her firm white belly made an exciting contrast to the gaping onlookers. She wiggled her hips, accentuating the curve of her pussy mound which was covered only by her sheer white bikini panties.
Juan let one hand slip inside her skimpy brassiere and pulled one breast quiveringly free. Her pink nipple was already erect and he pinched it, making her twist with added excitement. Bella's eyes were half-closed as she looked down at the two men watching her from the table, and she seemed almost unaware of what was happening to her.
Redbrook called to May, the girl he had previously asked to leave the dressing room. Now he ordered her to join them at the table. Realizing she had no choice, the girl took her seat between him and Carl and reluctantly watched the lewd spectacle going on before them.
Bella was writhing violently even through she was still standing. When she tried to push her hungry body against that of the hulking Mexican who was tormenting her, his hands held her firmly in place. His fingers deftly unhooked her sheer nylon brassiere and let it fall carelessly away so that everyone could see her nakedly swaying breasts. He stroked her breasts tenderly at first and then more roughly, pinching her vulnerably stiff nipples into an even more erect hardness.
The heat that was racing through Bella's body was almost unbearable. She could feel his obscenely swelling cock as he pressed his hips forward into her swaying buttocks. She wanted to take his long thick cock in her cunt and make him desire her as much as she needed him now. He had the same idea and seemed to be one step ahead of her.
She felt his hand on her leg, stroking her stockinged thigh, digging his fingers into it. Then his hand moved up, advancing slowly until he touched the enticing naked stretch between her stockings and her tiny bikini panties. His cock was jerking underneath his tight trousers, but he didn't want to take his hands off this half-naked young girl for a second.
Mr. Redbrook sensed his employee's desire and ordered May to unzip his fly so that his impatiently straining cock could reach full erection. While May busied herself undoing Juan's slacks, he unfastened the garters which held up Bella's stockings and let her garter belt hang loose on her hips. His groping fingers found the tightly elastic leg band of her panties and he shoved two fingers up inside to fondle at her hair-lined cunt lips. His probing touch found the tiny bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing gasping moans from her parted lips.
"I've got to have you," she whimpered. "Now, please, do it to me."
The other two men laughed at her plea, while the handsome Mexican sadistically teased her turned-on body into a greater passion. She was like a wild animal that was in heat and caged. Her fingernails dug into her own thighs in an effort to free herself from her confining panties.
Juan held her firmly with one strong arm, inserting his long stroking finger up into the begging depths of her already moist pussy. She squirmed wildly about on his twisting hand like a lust-crazed erotic dancer.
The other waitress had succeeded in lowering Juan's slacks and now his blood-engorged cock was jerking excitedly against the tanned skin of his stomach. Bella could feel his hardened cock pulsing against her buttocks and she tried frantically to reach it, hold it, and caress it. It must have been the biggest cock in the world.
As she bent over in that effort, Redbrook began to fondle her temptingly dangling breasts which hung downward over the table. He pinched harshly at her tender little nipples till she thought she would go insane from desire.
Then he switched his eyes to the other girl and barked at her, "Suck him, May. Get him harder." May had taken Juan's cock and held it so that Bella in her lewd struggle could not reach it. Now as Bella bent downward she could see May take the man's massively throbbing cock in her mouth and begin to suck feverishly, till the helpless brunette was crazy with jealousy.
"I think our little lady is about ready for anything," Redbrook choked out maliciously. "Why don't you lay her over the table so we can all have a good look at what she has to offer?"
Juan unwillingly withdrew his fingers from Bella's hotly nibbling cunt and tore her stockings and panties from her legs, so she was now completely naked and vulnerable. May's sucking mouth had aroused Juan almost to the breaking point and he quickly slipped his cock out from between her clinging lips so that he would not climax too quickly.
Mr. Redbrook pulled Bella's shoulders down till her voluptuously naked breasts were nearly crushed against the rough hardness of the club table. Then he looked up at the hugely built Mexican and said with an evil grin, "I believe she's still too tight in there, Juan. Wouldn't it be too tight a fit?" Redbrook was breathing hard just thinking how, after Juan had taken her, he might have a turn himself if her poor cunt wasn't a bloody mess.
Juan dug his fingers cruelly into Bella's soft inner thighs and pulled her legs roughly apart. Now Bella was lying nakedly over the table almost spread-eagled on her back in front of him. Her cuntal mound waved salaciously back at him as he slowly teased his cock up against it.
Bella felt his hard bulbous cock-tip jerk violently against the narrow crevice between her outer cuntal lips. Then, using his hand as a guide, he slowly forced the throbbing head down against the sensitively puckering lips of her hotly moist pussy.
Oh, she thought, he can't put it in there. It won't fit. My cunt is too small. I won't be able to stand it.
"No, not there," she moaned. "I don't want you to fuck me. Don't fuck me, Juan. I can't take you there. You're too big."
The lewdly grinning Mexican bent his knees slightly in order to get better leverage for his obscene entry into her fearfully cringing young cunt.
Redbrook was delighting in the humiliation he was forcing on this young innocent girl from Phoenix. He wanted to see the look of fear and horror on her face when Juan rammed his longly thick cock into her pussy and impaled her to the very depths of her womb. To that end, he turned her face roughly on the table, patting her cheek lightly and making her open her eyes.
The helplessly excited brunette had never felt so ashamed in her life and small wet tears began to run uncontrollably down her cheeks. Juan had moved firmly up against her and she felt his fingers digging anxiously into her hips, as he pressed hard with his palm.
"Relax, baby, and it won't hurt," he panted in anticipation over her, "because you're going to get it whether you want it or not."
The trapped brunette clenched her fists tightly together and gritted her teeth. She thought she would faint when she felt the first hard pressure of his shoving cock trying to insert itself into her defensively tightening cuntal passage.
"She's tight. This isn't going to be easy," she heard Juan grunt. "What a tight cunt."
Juan could feel his foreskin being stretched back against his cock-shaft and he gave a hip-thrusting stab until he finally felt his prick slowly slipping into her defenselessly receiving pussy.
"O-h-h-h," Bella groaned, her face contorted in pain. "It hurts. You're killing me."
The young brunette wished she could pass out just at the thought of his long male cock steadily worming its way up her shaking cuntal passage. Redbrook was rubbing an ice cube over her face in order to keep her fully conscious. He drooled taunting obscenities into her ear as the Mexican inched his skewering cock farther and farther into her straining pussy. His cock was big as a salami.
"How would your boyfriend, Rick, like to see you now?" he gloated. "Bet he's never fucked you with anything that big."
Meanwhile, Juan was grunting as he thrust harder and deeper into her elastically straining pussy until he thought that his jerking dick would burst from licentious excitement. The tightness of her clinging cuntal flesh grasping around his punishing cock was about to bring him to a premature climax.
To Bella, it seemed as if his cock was right up inside her splitting belly, tearing her insides completely apart.
"Please stop!" she gasped.
It was the tightest little cunt Juan had ever known and he wasn't going to stop now, not when he was so close to the blinding climax. Suddenly he felt the fire in his loins begin to build in an uncontrollable crescendo. Brutally he thrust into her, even more cruelly, watching her body undulate in desperation beneath him as he went into the throes of his own orgasm.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm c-o-o-o-ming now!" he called like a wild animal. "O-h-h-h-h-h."
Bella, writhing beneath him, could feel his hotly boiling sperm searing her as it spurted deep into her helplessly receiving cunt. Oh, I'll burst, was the thought that ran helter-skelter through her mind. She could feel his cock contracting wildly as he spewed out his brutal satisfaction deep inside her pussy.
Finally, his bludgeoning cock became soft in her forever-stretched cunt, and he began to withdraw from her sperm-flooded passage. When he was finally completely out of her, he fell back into the nearest chair. A slight trickle of semen ran down the inside of Bella's legs, glistening wetly in the afternoon light, and her shaking legs had no strength left in them. She fell to her knees, sobbing from the humiliation of what had just been done to her. She doubled up in an effort to relieve the still burning pain in her cunt. She lay there sobbing helplessly for a few minutes till Redbrook grabbed her roughly under the arms and hauled her back to an upright position.
He pushed her harshly onto the table, on her back again, and she was too weak to fight him. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that, even though he had not bothered to completely remove his trousers, his rigid cock was jutting out of his already opened fly with a new promise of fulfillment.
He ordered Carl to hold her head and shoulders down so her rounded young buttocks were hanging slightly over the table's edge. Then, grabbing her ankles tightly, shoved them out in the air on either side so that her black-framed pussy opened and shone pinkly before his lewd gaze. He could see Juan's cream dribbling out of it.
Bella trembled as her betrayer moved up to her. His lust-hardened cock brushed her sensitive cuntal lips and pressed against her lust-stiffened clitoris, sending a renewed desire rippling through her. Her cock-fucked cunt had been primed for more, and now as she looked down at his pulsing rod of male flesh, she felt an erotic tightness growing up between her legs.
He laughed at her and said, "You'd like that right now, wouldn't you?"
He let his lengthening cock jerk teasingly against her quivering pussy lips for a few moments, then pulled back and bent over so that his mouth was just inches away from her come-running cunt. Slowly his tongue parted her sparse black pubic hair and licked softly at her already stiffened clitoris, rubbing it harder and harder with each lewd oral stroke.
His teeth nibbled relentlessly at her passion-inflamed pussy lips 'til she was writhing in naked abandon on the table, her hips grinding out of control like a belly dancer's. She reached to hold his stroking tongue firmly up against the devouring opening between her wide-held legs, but Carl pushed her hands away.
Finally, after a seeming eternity, Redbrook raised himself up again, saying, "Man, she is ready. I can taste her fluid through Juan's."
Suddenly he pulled her legs completely apart till she was totally open and he could bury his pounding cock into her on the very first thrust. Bella's hips were bucking eagerly off the table as he raised them up in the air and rammed his heatedly pulsating cock deep into her uplifting pussy.
"O-h-h-h," she groaned in welcome relief. She knew now that she needed another to finish her.
His hard thrust had almost taken her breath away, but her passion was beyond control and she really wanted it now. She would have gone mad if he left her now, and she begged him to fuck her even harder.
"Fuck me deeper. O-h-h-h," she groaned in her lust.
Redbrook raised her revolving hips slightly for better leverage and pushed his aching rod as deep as it would go in her stretched cunt. He could feel the walls of her convulsing pussy close and release around his bursting cock and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before he shot his hot liquid come far up into her hotly screaming pussy.
"Oh baby, you're hot, so hot and so good," he panted.
He was madly shoving to get farther and farther inside her wetly gripping cunt as if he were going to pierce her heart with his skewering cock. His hips danced against her churning buttocks and she pulled her thighs higher off the table. She could feel her cunt contracting ecstatically as she was about to come, and she bit her lips at the thought of all that lewdly consuming satisfaction which would come-in the next moment, and it did.
"I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm c-o-o-o-ming. Give it to me now. Now. O-h-h-h," she gasped.
The young brunette's words excited him into an uncontrollable surge of passion, and Redbrook felt his throbbing cock contracting insanely as he began to spew his lust-heated sperm into her convulsing womb.
"Yes, here it is, now. I'm coming too. I'm giving it to you now." He jerked and doubled up, emptying himself completely inside her.
When Redbrook had finished, he fell exhaustedly on top of her on the table, letting the final drops of his semen trickle slowly to the floor. Bella was still panting, desperately trying to catch her breath, when he got up and walked nonchalantly into the men's room to clean himself.
She started to doze right there on the table when May gently shook her and told her to come into the wardrobe room to get dressed.
The other girls were all sitting around, smoking cigarettes and talking, trying to avoid the subject of what had just happened. They all knew what she had been through, because they had all shared the same experience before.
It was difficult to tell someone it would pass, and not to think about it anymore, especially right after it had happened. It took time to mellow these things or harden a girl to the point where degradation and humiliation no longer mattered, so they just continued chatting when Bella came in and went to a cot to lie down.
She was so tired that she drifted quickly off to sleep. The other girls watched her, remaining silent 'til the heavy regularity of her breathing told them that she could not hear their words. Then they calmly discussed her plight. They sensed that she was not cut out for the kind of life she had inadvertently let herself in for.
"She'll toughen up," one of them said.
"I don't think so," another came back.
"She's survived what she's had dished out to her so far," the first one countered. "A lot of the girls here were as soft as she was at the start. They toughened up. They got tough and they got hard."
"Maybe," shrugged the other. "But she hasn't had the worst of it." As she said that, she moved her ass uneasily in the chair. The rest of the girls understood the message, and they all grew solemn as they glanced at the innocent young woman sleeping peacefully away.
CHAPTER SIX
The girl awoke to a new life. In the days that followed, she reveled in sexual excesses, often finding herself the target of the most obscene activities that the human male can devise in the deeply perverted recesses of his mind. They seemed to be testing her, trying to find out how strong she was and where her breaking point was located.
It was explained to her that this was a kind of initiation, and that others of the girls had gone through it before her. That made her feel only a little bit better.
"In time they won't think of you as special," one of the girls said, "and then they'll lay off you a little bit, but just a little."
She was to remain at the hotel till a place could be found for her. Ed made nightly visits to her room. He showed her a hundred and one new sexual activities. Many were painful, and she had lost track of the things he had made her do to him, and the things he had done to her in return.
The worst part was that with each nightly session he had made her drink more of the lust-inspiring peyote till she was groveling at his body like a wild bitch in heat. She actually enjoyed the lewd perversities he would foist upon her helpless young flesh.
Bella knew that she would never be able to leave Mazatlan unless they released her. She knew that that was not--likely, at least not till they had so broken her down that she was no good to them anymore. Even then, she knew too much for it to really be safe.
She had been in Mexico for over three weeks and on one occasion she had tried to place a call to the States, but she had been caught and the punishment they gave her was not worth another try. She knew that her parents would be wondering what had happened to her and she tried to threaten them with this, but they had an answer for everything.
Each week, the girls were forced to sit down and write to their relatives and tell them what a marvelous time they were having, how much they liked their jobs and not to worry. The letters were, of course, written under the supervision of Carl, Juan or Mr. Redbrook if he was in town, and mailed by them to the States.
Life had become a terrifying routine and each day Bella tried to steel herself for some new atrocity. She knew that she was fighting a gang and that there was little hope, but she couldn't let herself give up.
Finally, one day when she was having a drink in the bar at the hotel before she went to the Club Pacifica, she heard someone call her name. She ignored it at first, thinking that it must be Ed and he wanted a quickie before she left, so she didn't turn around and continued to sip her drink. She had been drinking quite a bit since she arrived there, for it was the only way to get through the nights at the club.
"Hey, stuck-up," the voice said again, and this time she turned around, but Juan was watching her, so she knew that anything she did would be reported.
Bella couldn't believe her eyes. It was a friend of Rick's who'd been working in the same office with Bella. Maybe this was her chance to get out of Mazatlan, but she couldn't tell him what was going on or else he too might end up in the same mess.
"Jack Barnes, what are you doing here?"
"I just bopped on down here for a weekend." He pulled up a chair and motioned to Juan to bring her another drink. "Bring me a gin and tonic, no lime," he said. "Why didn't you come back to the office? Everyone's been wondering what happened to you, and no one seems to know. Of course Rick won't talk about it. He said he'd gotten a note from you, but that was all. Are you in trouble? Can I help?"
Bella was tempted to spill the whole story, but it sounded so incredible that she was sure he would think that she had completely cracked and then it would just be worse for her.
"No, nothing's wrong," she lied. "I just felt I needed a break and I've found a job here and am very happy. I may come back sometime, but not in the near future."
She said it loud enough for Juan to hear her answer and he smiled threateningly at her, then went back to the bar.
"You look awfully thin, Bella," Jack continued. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"
"No, there's nothing," she lied, feeling her last chance for escape slipping slowly away.
"Well, at least I know where you are and now we can keep in touch. I'll be sure to give Rick your address. I know he'd like to hear from you."
Bella glanced furtively toward the bar, but it was too late. Juan had heard what Jack had said, and now she wondered what they would do about that. Someone knew where she was and was worried.
"Honestly, Jack. I'm fine. Please don't be concerned. It's just that I had to get away. Everyone needs a change now and then and this just seemed like a good place to come to."
She was trying to keep Jack from asking too many questions, but he wouldn't stop talking.
"Can you have dinner with me tonight, because I have to leave in the morning to get back to the office."
"Jack, I'd love to, but I'm working cocktails at a club here in Mazatlan, so I have to work tonight. I can tell by the expression on your face that you don't approve of my new employment." She tried to laugh it off, but she was certain that he was not giving up so easily.
"Where do you work? Maybe I can stop by for a few drinks before I leave. Listen, I'm not leaving this town till I find out what you're trying to hide. You're just not yourself, Bella, and you can't kid a guy like me. Tell me what's wrong."
At that moment, Juan called her over to the bar and told her that maybe it would be a good idea if she didn't go to work tonight and did have dinner with him... but no funny stuff or she'd be shipped up the coast to another of the gang's joints.
She returned to Jack's table and said, "Well, there's a fine restaurant outside town. It's not too far."
"That doesn't matter. I've rented a car, so if you know the way, we're off." He took her arm and steered her through the lobby and into the parking lot.
The drive to the restaurant was about a half an hour and Jack persisted on asking so many questions she couldn't answer, that she finally said, "Jack, it's just something personal and I'd rather not talk about it. Honestly, it's nothing more than that, but it's something that I have to straighten out myself."
"Okay, little lady. I'm not going to give you the third degree. But if there is ever anything I can help with, just let me know. Fair enough?"
"Thanks, Jack. I'll remember that and I do appreciate it. But there's nothing that anyone can do. I'm sure I can figure something out fairly soon, then maybe I'll come back to the States for a vacation."
The tension she had felt slowly melted with a few martinis before dinner and the wine during the meal. She was dying to ask what Rick was doing but she was sure that Jack would not give her a straight answer, but finally he broke the silence by saying:
"Rick has asked several of the girls in the office if they've heard from you at all. I know that he's worried about what made you run off like that. I know that things between you two were great before you left."
"If I had... known then what I know now, I wouldn't have left," she stammered, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oh, come on, now. It's not all that bad. He needs some time to think, anyway. He's really good marriage material. Just play it cool and I'm sure that eventually you two will be seeing each other again."
It's not--likely, she thought to herself. How could fate play such a dirty trick on me? If my foolish imagination hadn't gone wild, I wouldn't be here in this mess right now. Rick was only showing me his love.
Before going back to the hotel, Jack suggested they stop at a cafe for a nightcap and listen to some music since it was still early. When they were walking through the restaurant lobby, she spotted one of the men who worked for the gang. I wonder if they've been spying on me all night. Probably. It's a good thing that I didn't tell him anything or no telling what would happen. Just seeing that man following her sent chills down her spine and she shivered. She was trapped.
Although Bella was enjoying the evening, she couldn't help wishing that it would end before
Jack found out anything and jeopardized himself in any way. She was sure that they would tail him till he got on that plane for Phoenix, and maybe even after he bot back there. After all, Redbrook commuted back and forth, so what was to prevent him from having men up there now? It wasn't a pleasant thought, but there was nothing Bella could do about it.
She and Jack sat in the cafe for over an hour, and listened to a group playing romantic music. Bella wished she could be there with Rick instead of Jack, even if it were just for one night. She gazed across the table and smiled at him through sad eyes and he sensed that she was very melancholy.
"I just hate to see you so sad. I'm going to have to talk with our boy Rick when I get back there. Maybe he'll fly down to see you soon. He's madly in love with you."
"No, please don't tell him anything. I wouldn't want him to think that I left just because of him. It would make him feel awful." Bella forced a laugh. She really didn't want her lover to come down here to see her. How could she explain what she was doing. And he might get killed.
They finished their drinks and went out into the cool night air to go back to the hotel. The evening was clean and cool, and she wished that she could just go back three weeks in time and feel as clean again. Rick was all that was on her mind.
During the following few days, Ed and Juan watched her very closely, she wondered what was going to happen. She knew that Redbrook would be arriving from the States at the end of the week and she was certain that they were waiting for him to arrive in order to come to any decision. It seemed that the gang's eyes were following her no matter where she went, even when she just went out of the hotel for a walk. Jack had gone home.
Surely they must know by now that she hadn't said anything to him, or something would have happened. Besides, she knew that they had followed her that evening. The added pressure and apprehension made it difficult for the former secretary to even carry a tray of drinks in the club without spilling them.
On Thursday afternoon, Ed asked her to come into work a little early because Mr. Redbrook had arrived and he wanted to have a talk with her. Bella was afraid that they had planned some special horror for her to insure her silence, but instead he greeted her almost warmly and asked her to have a seat.
"I understand that you had a visitor last weekend. Is that right?" he inquired.
"Yes, he is a friend of my old boss, and Ed and
Juan said it was all right if I had dinner with him. But I didn't tell him anything, if that's what you want to know," she stammered.
"We already know what you told him, but that's not the point. He may tell some of your friends where you are and they may try to find you, especially your old boyfriend. You understand that we cannot take even the slightest risk that tins may happen," he added, looking Bella directly in the eyes. Even though his voice was calm, she knew that they had already planned something for her and she was afraid.
"We are a very large gang with our clubs all up the coast, so Mazatlan is not the only place that we can have you work. It's unfortunate that your friend decided to be so inquisitive and persistent, because now we're forced to send you to one of the other clubs, and you know how fond we are of you here," he said with a' lecherous grin on his face. "This is a very unusual place, very specialized, so I have arranged a little party tonight just to prepare you." He laughed, got up and left.
That evening, Bella decided to make a run for it. If she could get to a phone and make a long distance call to Rick, he would save her. She slipped out of the hotel, right past Ed. She knew that his eyes were following her, but she did not hear his footsteps behind her as she went outside into the cool evening air.
Her first reaction was to run, but she knew that this would give her away, so she kept an even pace till she reached the corner and then broke into a full run. She ran down the narrow street till she reached another hotel and tore through the expansively plush lobby to the nearest phone booth.
She glanced furtively around to see if anyone was watching her but she could see only tourists milling around the spacious room, talking or heading for the bar. Bella picked up the receiver and said, "I'd like to place a collect call to Phoenix, operator." She gave the number. "I'll speak to whomever answers. Tell them it's from Bella Wilson. Thank you."
The operator went off the line for a few minutes and she was sure that everyone in the hotel could hear her rapid breathing and her beating heart. It seemed to be taking the operator an eternity to place the call and she could not hear her dialing any numbers. She began to panic and was about to hang up, when she heard her say, "I have your party on the line. Go ahead."
"Rick," she muttered, still trying to catch her breath.
There was a silence on the other end when finally a male voice answered, "I once warned you not to try anything foolish, and now you're going to have to pay for it."
Her heart was in her stomach and she realized that the operator had not placed her call at all, but had connected her with Ed at the hotel. She let the receiver fall out of her hand and bang against the wall of the phone booth and opened the door to run out and scream. Then as she turned around to leave she saw Juan standing in front of her and she knew that her last effort had been thwarted and she had no reprieve.
The bulky waiter grabbed her roughly by the arm and forcefully led her out of the lobby and through the back streets to the other hotel. His grasp was rough and he let his hands wander over her trembling body freely as they walked in the near darkness.
"That was very stupid of you, you know," he added, pinching the fearfully distended nipple of her left breast as his hands slid around her hour-glass waist and up toward her throat. "Shit. You shouldn't have tried that, baby. The boss is gonna be very angry."
He snickered and squeezed her breasts with a practiced familiarity.
Bella could feel the tears well up in her eyes at the futility of her trying to escape the lewd mauling Juan's hands were subjecting her to. She could taste the salt as they ran freely down her face and into the corners of her trembling mouth.
"Please, for Pete's sake, don't hurt me." Then she struggled, trying to break away from his vise-like grip.
"That's not up to me, you know, but I don't think they'll mind if I have my fun on the way back. I'll just prime you for Ed so you'll be more receptive to his advances," he spat out at her.
His hands were roaming over every inviting curve of her body as they walked down the shadowy street, and she wanted to scream, but all the sounds were stuck tight in her throat and would not come out.
His fingers dug into her soft skin and she knew that she would bear bruises in every place he touched her. Juan's hand moved along down her side and dug into the narrowness of her waist and then curved over her lushly rounded hips till she felt his fingers pushing into her firm belly.
He gathered the folds of her skirt and thrust up between her fearfully cringing thighs toward her pussy, rubbing furiously with his extended middle finger in an effort to stimulate some sort of reaction from her unwilling young body. With each step, she tried to push his probing fingers away.
The helpless captive felt nauseous at the thought of his manhandling her in such a way, and she wished that someone would come down the alley from the other direction. However, it was quickly growing dark, and most of the people seemed to be staying on the main street. Juan let one hand fall carelessly over her squirming buttocks and one hand dug at her little pussy opening from behind. His extended middle finger prodded teasingly at her anus for just a moment before pushing forward to the sensitively tight lips of her cunt.
"Oh no," Bella cried out in a frightened whisper. She tried to wiggle away from the Mexican waiter's obscene touch, but she was caught helplessly in his arms. His strong hands held the struggling brunette so that she could no longer walk, and he contented himself with taking whatever pleasures he wanted with her vainly resisting body.
Then he stopped, turned her roughly around, and pressed his eagerly stiffening cock up between her tightening thighs, forcing her legs apart from the pressure. Bella stumbled backward as he pushed his lust-filled loins up hard against her pussy mound, and she almost fell onto the gravel pavement.
He caught her by the material of her blouse, ripping off the buttons in one jerk, so that it hung open around her neck and midriff. She tried to grab the material in an effort to cover her partially exposed breasts, but he laughed and ripped again at her blouse till it hung in tattered shreds around her trembling shoulders.
The thin cotton and her lacy white brassiere did little to conceal her swelling young breasts and they jutted proudly out from her body. He started at the full-fleshed mounds, letting his hands wander over them and forcing two fingers inside the constricting brassiere material. The desire-incited Mexican pinched at one hardening nipple unmercifully, and pain ripped through her terrorized body. "O-h-h-h," she started to scream, when his torment stopped abruptly.
"Now let's see them tits," he grunted, and with one quick movement ripped the skimpy garment.
Then he buried his lips against the quivering softness of her breasts to suck her nipples to taut erectness. Despite her fear, she could feel a tremor run through her body in involuntary reaction to his wanton caress.
Bella wanted to fall to her knees because of the pressure he exerted against her shaking young body, but Juan's hands held her securely in an upright position. She could only stare down in wide-eyed terror at his bobbing head as he sucked hungrily at her milk-white breasts. She tried uselessly to push his head away, but it only made his demands more urgent and painful.
Bella felt so utterly helpless in the openness of the evening air, but no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't release her. He nibbled at her enticingly erect little nipples till they stood out, stiffened in self-defense, and then busied himself tonguing at her other nakedly quivering mound.
"O-h-h-h," a soft moan of shameless surrender escaped from her lips. She could feel a licentious tightness growing up between her legs, and fought with all her willpower against succumbing to it.
When she felt that she could not stand his urgent caressing of her involuntarily tingling breasts any longer, Juan suddenly seized her girlish buttocks in his hands and dropped to his knees in front of her. In one swift movement he uplifted her short skirt and buried his head against her silky white panties and nibbled gently at her nylon-clad cuntal mound.
The young brunette could feel his teeth biting softly through the sheerness of the material, and his hot breath grazing up between her parted inner thighs. His hands held her hips firmly in place as he began to moisten the silk material with his tongue till it felt as if she were not hampered at all by any clothing. His fingers dug into her supple thigh-flesh, and he let them slip inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties till he could lewdly fondle her swollen cuntal lips.
"M-m-m-m," she moaned, no longer able to contain her own unwanted desire. "Stop. Stop. I can't take it. Not here, please," she groaned.
Juan delighted at her humiliated position, and continued to lick feverishly at her skimpy white crotch band, forcing his tongue deep up into the lubricating slit between her legs along with the material.
She tried to struggle against his excited mouthing, but she was completely defenseless against the strength in his sinewy fingers. Bella pushed forward and then pulled back, fighting against her own mounting desire in an attempt to deter his cruel advances of her body.
The Mexican let one finger slip inside her moistening pussy lips and twist firmly against her dilating cunt till he could feel her pushing urgently down against him. He knew she was ready, ready to burst into full-blown passion, but he was not going to satisfy her urge.
He had to wait and turn her over to Ed. The thought of this young girl, heated with cock-hungry want by his own lips and tongue appealed to Juan's sadistic sense, and he suddenly pulled away from her and got to his feet.
"Up! Get your ass up, little lady," he commanded. "I can't let anyone think I've been associating with a slut," he taunted at her gleefully, and smiled at the arousal he'd fostered in her voluptuous young body.
Bella could feel the color rise in her cheeks and she pulled what was left of her blouse around her shaking shoulders as he pushed her toward the back door of the hotel.
She managed to catch herself before she tripped over the bottom step of the landing as he urged her through the open door and into the brightness of the back office.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, but after blinking several times, she realized that Mr. Redbrook and Ed were both standing before her, grinning sadistically, their hands on their hips, accentuating the obscene bulges straining their trousers as they stared at her.
"Down on your knees, baby," one of them commanded, and she could feel the pressure of Juan's hand as he forced her to comply.
Bella closed her eyes, but she heard the metallic sound as the two men's zippers came down just a few inches from her face.
"Hold her head up," Redbrook commanded to Juan, who grabbed her roughly by the hair, forcing her head back till she thought her neck would break.
"Open your eyes," he shouted and she blinked against the sharpness of the lights, but managed to open her eyes to a half-squint. v
The men stood before her, clothed, but their massively erect cocks stood out from their trousers like sabers, their blood engorged cock-heads swollen to the size of two fists.
"Now, you two-timing bitch, you're gonna pay for your little trick. Take it in your mouth," Ed commanded.
"And mine, too," Redbrook echoed with an evil grin.
She thought that she wouldn't be able to accommodate one of the pulsatingly giant instruments in her mouth, but two. She shuddered, knowing that it would be impossible for her to do it.
Both men moved toward her as Juan continued to hold her head firmly in place, letting her fingers reach inside her mouth and stretch it wide open. Then men maneuvered themselves so that their thickly distended cocks were at either corner of her trembling lips.
They pushed their loins forward simultaneously and the sobbing brunette could feel the two bulbous heads slip harshly between her wide-stretched lips. She thought she'd choke. They began to push deeper into her throat as if they were racing to see who could get inside first.
Bella heard them laughing as they thrust wildly into her, opening her mouth till she thought her jaw would split in two. She tried to pull her tongue back so that she wouldn't choke, but Redbrook's harsh, demanding voice stopped her.
"Lick them. Suck them, now!"
She tried to do as he ordered, but it was as though she had a giant twin-headed python shoved down her gasping throat, and she choked desperately for air.
Juan held her head firm as the men rocked back and forth on their heels, shoving and pushing their frantically jerking rods of male flesh deeper into her spasming throat.
She could hear their breathing becoming more and more rapid, and she wished that at least one of them would soon reach his sadistic climax so that she could catch her breath. Their rock-hard cocks continued relentlessly onward in their rampaging violation of her small, hotly ovaling mouth.
Finally, she could feel Redbrook's erect male shaft begin to jerk rapidly against the saliva-moistened softness of her inner cheek and she concentrated all her salacious licking there. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hot jet of semen started to flow deep into her throat, like a bursting fire hose, and seep lewdly out the sides of her mouth. She clenched her eyes shut and felt the man jerking violently against her face, almost falling backward from his uncontrolled movement.
Redbrook's rapidly deflating cock slipped out of her mouth, and she gasped for air before her head was forced harder back on Ed's still plunging cock.
"Suck it good now, baby," a voice rasped from somewhere above, and she could feel his mouth-filling hardness push into the very depths of her throat with increased fervor.
The young brunette sucked crazily at his bone-hard cock, licking the underside like a kid with a lollipop. Suddenly she could feel it, too, begin to jerk uncontrollably and spill forth its life-giving male fluid into the choking recesses of her mouth.
"O-h-h-h," she coughed as his pungently hot semen ran in steaming rivulets down her throat.
She was forced to swallow the steaming sperm as it spurted obscenely between her elastic lips. Suddenly, however, the sensation of the hot male lava sent a thrill coursing through her body, and when a droplet of creamy come escaped her lips, her tongue darted compulsively out and lapped it up for her to swallow.
Then Ed pulled his limp cock out of her and laughed. "Shit! What a luscious little mouth."
She fell forward onto the floor, retching in shame and complete humiliation. She realized she had dug it.
"Pull her up," Redbrook ordered, and Juan tugged at her writhing young body till she stood shakily on her feet, assisted by his huge, strong hands.
"Well, that's just a sample of what we have in store for you tonight, my disobedient one," he laughed. "Yes, indeed, this is going to be some party."
"Get her ready," he said to Ed. "We'll have the car over to take her there."
Her mind was in a whirl. How could she have become the perverted creature she had turned into? Why had her body betrayed her this way? She closed her eyes, trying to make the whole world disappear. It didn't work. In the blackness, she was more aware than ever before of the strangely pleasurable sensations that filled her body. Yes, she knew that she had enjoyed the brutally sadistic treatment at the hands of those horrid men.
She opened her eyes, saw them staring down at her. The boss had a satisfied leer on his face. "She's learned how to fuck," he said, "I'll say that much. And she knows how to suck cock. That's good. But there's a lot more to it than that." The others grinned broadly. "Yes," he said, "there's more to it than that."
The girl shuddered and her head slumped to the floor. What more could there be? How much worse could it get? When she found out, and she surely would, then how did she know that she wouldn't enjoy that too? It was possible. She knew now that any degradation of her body and mind was now possible. In a strange way, she anticipated it with relish. Yes, deep down she felt a growing sense of anticipation. What could they have in store for her?
CHAPTER SEVEN
She had been an innocent young girl, and now she was a demented slut. She knew deep down that the seeds of what she had so quickly become had been sown a long time before. There had been that night in her bedroom, when she could have stopped her lover before he went too far. She now had to face the fact that it was her, not the men in her life, that made her what she was. Still, she might be able to save herself.
She was taken to her room and told to get her things together. Quickly she gathered everything up. She had come here to find a new life, and she certainly had done that. But was it a life she could leave if she wished, and deep down inside her did she really want to get away? These were the things that whirled in her brain as she gazed around the small room. She scanned about for anything she may have left behind, then sat on her bed and started to cry again. The harder she tried to stop, the more the tears kept coming and she wished silently that she would just die and get this nightmare over with.
Juan and Ed both came to her room and carried her bags downstairs to the waiting car that would take them to the party out in the country. Several of the other girls were in the car when she arrived, and this gave her some hope that maybe she would be spared any further degradation. Perhaps the men would take out their evil aberrations on someone else for a change.
Redbrook was sitting in the car, pinching the girls wherever his hands happened to fall and giving the final order to take off. The cool night breeze felt refreshing on her face and she tried to relax in spite of the dread that was in her heart.
"Have you ever been to one of these parties?" she asked one of the other girls, apprehension mounting in her with each passing minute.
The girl gave her a blank stare and pointed at Mr. Redbrook who was within hearing distance, and motioned with her finger for her to keep her voice down.
"Yes," she finally whispered, "and I don't know what awful thing I did to deserve another go at it. They're really pretty terrible."
"I've been through so much," Bella grimaced to keep from crying. "I can't take any more or I'll just die."
"Well," the other girl whispered, trying to console her, "we're all in this together and maybe you'll be lucky tonight and they'll take a special imagine to another girl. If not, you have all our sympathies. We've all been through it at one time or another."
The car moved swiftly and quietly along the empty road as it sped its way to the party at a nearby house. The moon was full and bright and the stars were bright in the sky, reflecting above the pitch black road.
Bella soon could see lights in what seemed to be an enormous mansion, but she wasn't sure because of the thick tropical foliage surrounding the building, whatever it was.
The car stopped and everyone piled out. A murmur of conversation could be heard buzzing softly among the girls as they walked up to the house.
"I hope they don't have that huge Mexican bastard as part of the act tonight," Bella heard one of the older girls say. "He's enough to tear any two women in half, and he's just mean enough to do it, too."
The young brunette wondered if they were talking about Juan, but since he was in a car behind that didn't seem--likely, because the girl certainly must have seen him. Her legs were shaking as she walked up the large porch and she wondered if all the other girls were as scared about the coming ordeal as she was. They all looked so calm outwardly and she was sure they could all hear her heart pounding faster and faster as they approached the front door.
The portico across the front of the house was lighted by colored lanterns which swung gently in the soft night breeze. Music drifted on the wind, and as they walked into the foyer she heard voices that were not only those of men, but of women, too.
She wondered what women would be doing at a party like this because she was certain that the girls Redbrook had brought were to be the brunt of whatever evil schemes he had in mind. Were there women in the world who were as warped and sadistic as he? It was hard to believe, but she was certain she would find out only too soon what they held in store for this ill-fated group.
The girls were led down a long hallway which must have run the complete length of the house, and herded into one large, rather sterile room by comparison to what she had briefly seen of the rest of the house. They were told to wait there till the rest of the party was ready for them.
Together, they all huddled in small groups pondered exactly what was to happen. One of the girls who had been there before said, "This set up is different from the other times I've been here. This must be something special. I can't imagine," her voice trailed off in bewilderment.
The group was not left alone very long when a man who was new to them all entered the room and told them that they were to strip down except for their brassieres, panties, stockings and shoes, and he waited there, staring at them.
"All right, let's get on with it. Strip." The girls looked at each other in disbelief, but slowly began to follow his orders as he moved around the room, surveying them, judging them, feeling one here and there as if they were slaves up for auction.
Finally, when they were all standing there in just their bare essentials they were led back out, down another long hall and into a brightly lit room. They could hear the voices of people through a thin pasteboard partition which seemed to be dividing the room. Then a familiar voice asked that everyone be quiet.
"Everyone sit down now," Mr. Redbrook said. "The first part of our program is now beginning. You all know why you're here and what the rules are. The girls that you are about to see must all be transferred to other parts of the coast in order to make room for some new girls, so look them over carefully and whatever you wish them to perform for you as a show of their talent will be arranged before the final bidding. These are all young girls whom we have broken in and trained well, so I'm sure you won't be disappointed in any of them."
"Shit," one of the girls said, "we're going to be raffled off like slave girls in Roots." A hush of realization fell over the group of anxious women, a few of them breaking into tears, others cursing.
The men and women on the other side of the partition chuckled out loud and made crude remarks, most of which were audible to the girls. It was obvious that on the other side of the wall were pimps, madams, racketeers and maybe just some wealthy perverts.
It was also certain that the girls were helpless to say into whose hands they would fall or what they would be forced to do. When the talking quieted down, they were lined up single file and slowly the partition that divided them from the others began to rise.
One by one the girls were asked to walk across the floor, turn, bend over, forward and backward, while Redbrook gave the running commentary on their figures, particular talents and any other lewd details he could come up with. The whole time he ran his hands freely over their bodies while they flinched under the humiliation they were being subjected to in front of the crowd.
Bids were called out between the gasps, oohs and ahhs and disquieted breathing of the men in the group.
Bella's legs were shaking as she began the long walk across the floor, and she almost fell from trembling as she neared Mr. Redbrook, afraid of what he would say.
He started, "This brunette beauty is the newest addition to our group, but very well skilled for the short time she has been with us. Unfortunately a friend of hers got too curious and so we are forced to put her on the auction block even though we would like to keep this baby around," and he chuckled lasciviously, patting her soundly on the buttocks. "In fact," he continued, "she is one of the few girls who has taken not just one, but two cocks in her small, hotly ovaling mouth. It isn't one of her favorite tricks, but I'm sure she could be encouraged again."
One of the men in the group shouted out, "How many men can she take on in a night?"
Dave answered, "She's never tried to find out, but we can take care of that later if you'd like to know."
The group applauded and she knew that she didn't stand a chance of getting out of this ordeal whole. She walked back across the room while the sordid audience viewed the remaining women, some of whom were bought right on the spot. A few of them like herself, had to prove their worth before the buyers.
They were all taken into a small ante-room and told to wait until it was their turn. Bella could smell the musky, pungent odor of marijuana filling the other room. The sounds of mariachi music flowed from a speaker on the wall. As they all sat there, dumbfounded and contemplating their particular fates, the man who had ordered them to strip came back into the room and pointed to her.
"You get to be first, baby, so hurry up, let's go. There's a lot of excited men out front just waiting for you." Bella cringed and tried to pull away from his grasp, but he pushed her roughly back into the other room, hissing to her that she'd better perform well if she didn't want to be in a whole lot more trouble than she was now.
A mattress had been set up on the floor. It looked like an ordinary soft mattress except for the iron rings at each corner. The man who had asked about her was standing at the back of the mattress and told her to come to him. Hesitantly, she moved toward him as the lights went out except for a spotlight which shone on the mattress and followed her as she walked.
The man stood there for a moment and stared at the hourglass outlines of her body, letting his hands roam over her every curve that was not covered by her skimpy clothing. Finally he started for the hooks of her white nylon brassiere, then decided against it. Instead, he reached inside the flimsy little cups and roughly pushed her youthfully tender breasts from their confinement till they stood out, her stiffened nipples excitingly erect from his coarse treatment.
"Okay," he mumbled, "I just wanted to see if they'd stand up by themselves," he added, and pinched her nipples cruelly until she cried out in pain.
Finally, he released the hooks of her white bikini brassiere and let it fall to the floor so that her ripe young breasts jumped out into their natural swell and fullness. With his mouth to one tender nipple, he sucked gently at first and then harder, biting in little nips until she cried out again.
Then he stood back for a moment and laughed. "I like a woman with a little gumption, but I don't suppose that will last long after tonight."
Suddenly he pushed her roughly till she fell, staggering onto the mattress as she knelt over her. The stranger straddled her with his hands pinning down her shoulders so she could not move.
Within seconds, Bella felt another set of hands roughly grabbing her wrists and locking leather straps tightly around them before fastening the straps into the iron rings at the head of the mattress. She wriggled her half-naked body in an effort to free herself from the shackles, but any attempt was futile.
Kicking her feet high in the air, she struggled to throw the heavy-set man who was on top of her off onto the floor. Instead, she caught him on his thigh and he jumped back, startled, then his hand lashed out and struck her cruelly on the cheek.
"Don't do anything like that again, if you don't want to really get hurt," he spat vindictively down at her.
Tears of frustration and humiliation were streaming down the young brunette's cheeks and she turned her head to the side and tried to bury her face in the mattress.
The crowd was calling words of obscene encouragement to the man who had her pinioned so helplessly. They wanted to see this relatively innocent new girl put through every possible degradation, and they were going to enjoy every minute of it vicariously.
His hands ran down to her slender waist and his fingers dug into her flaring hips where they began to curve into the fullness of her buttocks. He undid her lacy white garter belt so he could feel her legs as he pulled the silky nylons from her body. Bella's legs were shaking as he continued to disrobe her, leaving only her small bikini panties covering her pussy mound.
He stood above her, leering down maliciously and lustfully. As she closed her eyes to block out his lewd grin, the frightened former secretary could feel another stranger's hands tugging off her flimsy little panties so that she lay there completely naked and vulnerable before the entire room.
The hands that removed her panties were now shackling her ankles in the same fashion as her hands were tied till she lay on the mattress obscenely spread-eagled. It seemed she had been there for hours even though she knew it was just minutes when she heard the first man's clothing dropping to the floor. She wanted to be sick and knew it wouldn't be long before this awful crass man, whoever he was, would be mauling and using her helpless body in any way he desired.
"Baby, you're gonna get fucked tonight like you ain't never been fucked before," he hissed evilly down at her as she struggled fruitlessly against her bonds.
The man wanted only to abuse and ravish her till she was totally broken and subservient to him. He knelt between her wide-spread legs and gloated over the cringing little pussy he was about to ram his cock into. His own passion was too far beyond control to bother himself with any preliminary lovemaking.
He just wanted to be inside her cunt and feel the warmth of her clasping cuntal walls close tightly around his throbbing cock. He pulled apart the tender lips of her cunt like soft hair-lined curtains. Then, with one last look down at her quivering pussy, he aimed his lust-swollen cock at the fearfully trembling opening up between her legs and lunged at her with all his considerable strength.
"O-h-h-h-, " Bella screamed in pain, squirming as though she were being impaled with the spear of a wild savage.
His impatiently hardened cock tore into her resisting cunt which contracted and squeezed desperately around his invading cock as if trying to force him out as he thundered into her. The man gasped, too, at the sudden clamping enclosure around his stiffened rod of flesh as he continued to push deeper and deeper into her moistly clinging pussy.
Lying helpless and dominated beneath him, Bella felt as if she were being torn apart by his brutal entry. She bit her lips and rocked her head back and forth in an effort to dull the pain that wracked her unprepared cunt.
She tried to think how wonderful it would be to have Rick once again making love to her but she could only feel the humiliation of this unknown man shoving his passionately skewering cock into her receiving cunt as though she were nothing but a whore off the streets. Finally, he lay still for a moment, his wiry-haired pelvis jammed hard between her separated thighs and his breath coming in strangled gasps as he felt her warmly embracing pussy throbbing around him.
Then he began to fuck viciously into her, and with each violent thrust, she thought he would kill her. His rock-hard cock thundered into her with relentlessly savage strokes, and his face, when she opened her eyes, was twisted into a mask of strained lust and sadism.
The man grinned maliciously as he saw the pain and fear in Bella's eyes. Twisting his hips, he crashed his expanding prick deeper into her from every angle, feeling his swollen cock-head tearing at her snugly fitting cuntal walls.
Bella's cunt felt as though it were on fire, her whole belly being gutted as the flames of this stranger's lust stormed through her. Her mind wandered to the obscenities she would have to bear from the other men, and she suddenly felt as though she must certainly die in the process. It would be too much for her to bear.
His greedy hands found her nakedly jiggling breasts and he mauled her like a lion devouring its helpless prey, his nails digging into her resilient flesh and clawed at the stiffening buds of her nipples till she thought they would be ripped away from her body. It was a never-ending nightmare, and she knew this was only the beginning, and she would have to endure even more cruelty before she was finally released from the bonds that fastened her nakedly defenseless body to the mattress.
She opened her eyes again slightly, looking to see if there was anyone who would pity her and make him stop, but she met only lust-filled stares from the other men who couldn't wait to get their turn at her.
One of them yelled, "Hurry up, I want to get a crack at her before I come right here from watching you."
No more tears would come from her eyes. She had cried all she could and her cheeks stung from the salt. She wished that she could pass out and not know what was going to happen next.
The passion-crazed man above her looked down at her mouth that was opening and closing like a guppy, as little gasps of pain came out. He crashed his mouth down hard on her trembling lips, as he thrust his burgeoning rod of male flesh deeper into her, working up to a feverish climax. His thrusting tongue filled her mouth, forcing it open wide, and she tried to get her head away from him, but it was locked under his head just as her wildly revolving hips were locked under his.
The stranger was so overcome at times that he seemed to lose his rhythm and stayed deep up inside her widely stretched pussy for several seconds, grinding his desire-hardened cock-head around and around against her sucking cuntal walls. The trapped young brunette waited in horror for the burst of passion that would fill her. Her lubricated passage was contracting automatically around his deeply probing cock and it seemed that the head of his prick was growing to an enormous size, like a giant balloon about to burst.
She could feel his hairy legs begin to quiver as he rammed into her faster and faster, his whole aroused body shaking crazily with a sort of lustful delirium. Her reluctantly flowering cunt was dragging the sperm out of him with an overwhelmingly lewd suction, and the man could sense the rush of his sperm growing in volume like a dam beginning to burst.
He cried out, gnashing his teeth, and he caught her swaying breast again, crushing the jellying flesh brutally between his fingers. His whole tensed body shook in a convulsive tremor which was accompanied by the sudden explosive shattering of his hot liquid sperm shooting deep up into the helplessly receiving pussy.
When he was spent, he rolled off the mattress onto the floor in an effort to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he got up and motioned for the next man to come take his place on top of Bella and to do with her as he pleased.
The whole bizarre nightmare was becoming a reality as the former secretary looked around and saw at least twenty men, their cocks lewdly straining at their slacks, just waiting to tear into her.
The next passion-driven man knelt eagerly between her rope-bound legs with his eyes directed straight at her semen-covered pussy. After massaging the shaking flesh of her inner thighs, he spread her sparsely covered cuntal lips firmly apart and lowered his hungry mouth down over her pussy. He began to nibble gently at her budding clitoris, then his licking tongue swirled and searched up the small pink opening to her cunt.
Bella could feel an involuntary passion building up in her belly as his gentle caresses softly stimulated her after the vicious assault she had experienced but moments before. His fondling hands ran over her heaving body like a blind man's, knowingly kneading every inch of her sensitive young flesh. Excited goose bumps prickled her skin as he toyed like a master with her most vulnerably responsive parts.
Abruptly, one of the other men who could not stand to watch the slowly inciting display any longer knelt anxiously down by her head. He forced her mouth open with his fingers, then thrust his fully erect cock into the hot moistness between her straining lips.
Oh, she though, I can't go through this again. I wish I could die. Her trapped body was reacting automatically to both men. As one man slowly nibbled and mouthed at her wetness cunt, she in turn began a frantic sucking at the other's cock. In the background, she could hear excitedly heavy breathing as the group watched the obscene rape of her mouth and the tantalizing tonguing of her churning pussy.
"O-h-h-h, I can't stand it. Go ahead. Fuck me, Please fuck me," she groaned suddenly, around the shining cock pistoning between her stretched lips. She could not believe that these lewdly encouraging words were coming from her own mouth. Her escalating passion was building to such a height that the pain she'd been enduring was becoming a sort of masochistic pleasure.
With a strange excitement, she continued her wild sucking of the other man's ever-growing cock till she could feel it pulse and jerk frantically in her working mouth. Then, abruptly, she could taste the hotly thick fluid of his sperm as it burst frenziedly against the back of her throat. He withdrew his deflating cock from her still drawing mouth, leaving her on the floor moaning desperately to be taken, satisfied, fucked.
Finally, the man between her legs raised up on his knees and aimed his massive cock at the desirously throbbing slit of her pussy. He eased himself forward, slowly pressing his lust-bloated cock-head into the tiny elastic ring surrounding it. He grunted and forced the head of his beating male shaft up inside her snug little cuntal hole till it was tightly buried about an inch.
"Please put it in, all the way in," she groaned. "Do it now, now."
The men in the group started to chuckle at this unwillingly turned-on girl, shackled and begging to be satisfied, and her frustrated plight aroused them all the more.
"You'll get enough and then some before the evening's through," someone called. "More than enough."
Finally, Bella felt the man's long thick rod of male flesh pushing to the hilt up into her starving cunt. She tried to undulate her hips beneath him, pushing up against his lewdly rotating pelvis as far as she could before the bonds would permit her no further movement.
"O-h-h-h," she moaned as he stretched the sides of her aching pussy with his excitedly enlarged cock. "You're hurting me. Please. Easy. Oh yes."
The dark-haired former secretary was torn between her desire that had built to a feverishly demanding pitch and the shame of pleading for him to fuck her in front of the panting crowd this way. Her pleas only lasted for a moment as he began a series of rhythmically long long strokes up inside her.
He was gentle for a while, and then he was pounding into her with increased speed and pressure. She could feel the monstrously rounded head of his cock as it drubbed against the stretching walls of her cunt, and she could feel at the same time the involuntary contractions of her cuntal walls as they enclosed hungrily around his burgeoning shaft.
Suddenly she was there.
"Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming. Now. Now." She gasped, almost screaming with the joy of finally reaching her long-awaited orgasm. "I'm c-o-o-o-ming."
Her animal-like moans and wildly twisting torso excited the man fucking her beyond control. He could feel the lewd pressure building hotly from the insides of his balls, expanding down through his vibrating shaft and reaching the boiling point at the geysering head of his dick.
His sperm gushed forth like bubbling lava from an exploding volcano, sending hot jet-streams of sperm deep into her desperately contracting belly as he spewed out his orgasm between her flailing thighs.
As soon as he had his fill he pushed his spent body off her. He lay raggedly, clearly a man who was completely satisfied. The girl knew that she wanted more. It was no problem, for there were many other lusting men who could fill her body and her need.
They took her, fucking her or making her suck their cocks. Whatever they offered, she took. She took their male hardness gratefully, guzzling away on the throbbingly hot shafts of their come-bloated cocks, thrilling to the madly rampaging devastation of their iron-hard rods in her hotly dilating cunt. They fucked and she sucked, and the orgy went on and on.
In time she grew exhausted, but there were too many men for her to find respite. She slumped back in a state of semi-consciousness only vaguely aware of what was happening to her. She knew that strange men were using her cunt and her mouth, but her jaw had gone slack and they were fucking a loose scum-pot of a pussy. She lost count of how many men had taken her.
She was beyond thrilling to the mad stroking of her inner recesses, but she was not hating it either. She was just totally fucked out and sucked out. She could offer nothing more to these lascivious men, or at least so she thought.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a long time later that the girl found herself struggling for unconsciousness. She had not even been aware of losing it. She looked about when her head was clear enough, the room whirling in a way to suggest she had been given some strange new narcotic. It was a bedroom, someplace she had been taken. She dropped back to the bed, trying to get her wits about her when she heard someone come in. She looked up to see the guy who had offered the money for her body, and it was with a sinking stomach that she awaited his first remark.
"My congratulations," he said with a leer. "I enjoyed you last night, and so did the others."
"Thanks," she offered dryly.
He laughed. "I like your spirit," he said. "Get up and get some clothes on. You're traveling."
"Where are you taking me?" she finally had the courage to ask.
"To La Cruz," he answered coldly. "I think you'll like your new job even better than the last one. It's more specialized."
Bella wasn't sure what he meant, but she didn't even want to know, because nothing could be any worse than what she had already been forced to endure.
"We will be there by late afternoon, so why don't you take it easy. Be leaving in a couple hours." Then he left her alone once more.
The young brunette lay back and stared at the ceiling of the bedroom, too exhausted to think. In a short time, Bella heard more footsteps coming down the hall, but this time they were hesitant and they stopped just outside her door. She heard a gentle knock.
"Are you awake?" a voice asked softly.
"Yes. Come in," she answered falteringly.
Opening her eyes slowly, she stared at the handsome young man who was standing just above her, holding a tray with her lunch.
"I've brought you something to eat. That is, if you're hungry," he said.
His eyes were bright, sparkling with lively and gentle glow as he looked down at her. "I understand you had quite a rough time of it last night," he continued as he placed the tray next to her. "I'm sorry."
"That seems un--likely coming from someone who works for that man." She stopped, realizing that she didn't even know her new boss's name.
"Mr. Gomez," he volunteered. "My name is Hank Neal and I don't like this any better than you do, but that again is a long story and I won't bore you with it." He turned and started to go, when she spoke.
"No, don't go. I'm sorry I was so rude, but try to understand that I just don't know what's happening any more and I'm so confused," she went on.
"That's quite all right. It makes me sick every time we attend one of these slave-girl auctions. The girls are always so young, but somehow you don't seem to be as hardened as the rest of them."
"Well," Bella continued, "I was just coerced into this about three weeks ago, and I still can't believe what's happened to me since then," and her eyes began to fill with tears again.
She choked on a sob, trying to stifle her hurt and fright when he came over to her and put his arm around her so that she could bury her head in his shoulder and have a good cry.
It was so comforting to have someone gentle hold her, that Bella almost forgot what she was going through and what they had turned her into. She cried for about fifteen minutes before she could regain her composure.
When she finally dried her eyes, he said, "Wait here, I'll get my lunch and we can talk while we eat. Mr. Gomez is busy with one of the other girls and he'll never know. That is," he added, "if you don't mind."
"Oh, Hank," she said, "I'd love to have someone kind to talk to again. It's been so long since I've felt I could say anything or tell anyone just how bad it is. Please hurry back."
He left her for just a few minutes and returned with another tray and a bottle of wine.
"Maybe this will help you relax," he said, smiling and holding up the bottle as he sat down on the bed next to her. "I stole it from the kitchen."
"Is there any way that I can ever get away from these men?" she asked hesitantly, for she wasn't really sure that he might be sounding her out for his boss.
"It's not easy," he answered. "One of the girls that was here before did manage to get up the Mexican coast, but she met with an unfortunate accident in Guaymas, so I wouldn't try it right away. If you wait for a few weeks, maybe I can think of a way to get you out of Mexico."
"Do you mean you would really help me?" she asked, about to burst into tears again.
He put his arm gently around her shoulders and hugged her close.
"Yes, you're different from the other girls. The other ones thought that if they propositioned me I would help them, but you're not like that. You're not meant for this kind of life, I can tell. I'll help you, but we must be careful. If my boss ever found out, we'd both be in big trouble." He released her and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Now eat your lunch and have a glass of wine, it's good for your nerves," he said, trying to sound light and encouraging.
She ate her lunch in silence, downing it with several glasses of the dry wine, glancing at this blond young man's kind face from time to time.
"Trust me," Hank said at last. "We've a tough time ahead, but we must be patient."
She gathered strength from his calm, sure voice, and she knew that he did mean it. He was a sensitive man, handsome, about twenty-eight, with the clearest eyes she had ever seen.
When they finished their lunch, he got up and said, "I'd better get back before anyone misses me, but I'll return if I can. If you go in a separate ear, I'll still be seeing you when we arrive in La Cruz, every day, in fact. Mr. Gomez usually has me doing things around his club there anyway so it won't be obvious, but we must play it cool."
Suddenly, he continued, "I'd like to take you in my arms right now, hold you and promise you that we can both get out of this. But that will have to wait. I don't want to rush you or build up your hopes falsely." He kissed her softly, but firmly on the lips and mussed her dark hair with his hands, then left her alone.
Bella sank back on the bed, most of the nervousness having left her body. Once again she held a thread of hope that soon, somehow, she would break loose from the gang and be able to return to a normal happy life. Her experiences would leave some scars, but with a young man such as Rick who really loved her, who might take care of her, the future looked brighter.
Rick obviously hadn't been able to track her or he would have done something by now. Right now, it had to be someone else who cared, she thought, getting up and beginning to dress. The gangsters who owned this mansion were obviously successful men in the Mexican underworld, and having someone she could count on was a life or death matter. Maybe Hank was that man.
The drive to Mr. Gomez's club up in La Cruz took them most of the afternoon, and involved traveling along narrow and winding coastal roads. Bella closed her eyes and slept, just to escape. Finally they were cruising along the coast again.
The air became humid and the road was surrounded by thick tropical foliage.
Within a few hours the car slowed and made its way through the jungle outskirts of La Cruz. Brightly colored birds flitted through the trees, and there was the sound of surf breaking on the white line of beach that ran close to the road. The girls were escorted out of the car and taken down a path to separate cabins behind the club. They were told to unpack and get ready for a meeting in an hour.
Bella threw her bags on the ominous looking king-sized bed that took up most of the space in her room, and heard herself saying out loud, "Oh, Rick, what is going to happen? I wish you were here to help me." She felt the urge to cry again when she heard a soft, almost inaudible knock on her door.
"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly, afraid her work was about to begin before she had even been able to mentally prepare herself. To her relief, the answer was familiar and warm.
"It's me, Hank," the voice answered softly. "May I come in?"
She almost ran to the door to let him in. "I just wanted to see what cabin they put you in so that I'd know for sure," he added, "I hope you don't mind."
"I was just thinking about you," she blurted out to him. "I've known you only for a couple of hours and you're on my mind already," she said, trying to sound jovial, but somehow it didn't come through.
"Well, the same thing was on my mind," he said, taking her swiftly into his arms and kissing her warmly, urgently, letting the strength of his body flow through her and reassure her that he was really there and that he'd try his best to help.
Bella returned his kiss with an urgency that matched his own and before long they fell backward onto the bed, their hands searching out the new and exciting curves and tense muscles of each other's bodies.
"Oh, yes, Hank," she whispered, "I didn't believe I could actually feel this way toward anyone again. It's true. It's so fantastic."
"Quiet," he murmured. "Someone might hear us," he added, covering her warmly welcoming lips with his own and slurping his tongue into the moist receptacle of her mouth.
His lips caressed the soft nape of her neck, biting gently as his kisses became more fervent and demanding. She wanted Hank to know she liked him and wanted him to make love to her. She knew that she had to be ready to take all comers in an hour, so she tried to push him aside.
"We mustn't. Not now," she tried to utter, but when she tried to speak he would cover her lips again with his own mouth. His hands ran softly, quickly over her shoulders and down to the uplifting swell of her young breasts. "Oh," she murmured, as he began massaging them gently.
Bella could feel a fire flickering like heat lightning up between her trembling thighs, and she pulled his body to hers in urgent desire, all thoughts of saving herself for work gone.
The well-endowed brunette could feel his heatedly throbbing cock as it began to swell inside his slacks, and her hands ran down the hardness of his thighs as they strained against her body.
"For Pete's sake. I want you so much," Hank moaned. "Tell me you want me too," his voice trailed off into silence, waiting for her to answer.
"Yes," she groaned in passionate response. "Oh yes, Hank, I want you."
He unfastened her blouse buttons and his fingers massaged her responsively peaking breasts, pinching at the spiked-out little nipples till they stood like two small cherries beneath her filmy brassiere.
"Just a moment," she said. "Let me take off my clothes. I don't want them wrinkled."
The pretty secretary got off the bed and disrobed quickly while he stood there watching her sensually alluring body revealing itself. When finally Bella was clad only in transparent bikini panties, she moved back to the bed and her fingers worked eagerly at his fly.
Suddenly she felt his lust-inflated cock-head brush against the ridges of her fingers as it jerked impatiently inside its tight confines. Hank lay back, totally content to let her undress him, even though desire was tearing him apart inside.
She moved deftly, tugging at the cloth till his slacks fell carelessly to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and he sat up slightly so that she could pull that too from his muscular body. In one swift movement, she pulled his T-shirt over his head and lay down beside him, her fingers reaching inside the elastic of his shorts until she could feel his long hard cock in her hands. She kneaded the pulsing cock-shaft vigorously, bringing it to full erection, while at the same time his hands were fondling her straining young buttocks.
"Oh, Hank," she moaned as he thrust his outstretched middle finger like a matador's sword deep up inside her waiting cuntal slit.
Gently, he eased one finger inside her warmly clasping cuntal opening and wiggled it in teasing circles as she squirmed beneath his touch.
Suddenly the sound of knocking pierced through Bella's dazed consciousness. When she opened her eyes, Hank had drawn back with a look of fear and alarm clouding his blue eyes.
"Who is it?" she called out.
"Mr. Gomez," was the answer. "Open up, I got someone to see you."
Shaking, she went to the door, grasping a thin robe around her body, but she was too terrified to open it. Finally, in utter frustration, Mr. Gomez kicked a hole through the thin plywood, and burst through the door with a startled, greasy-haired man behind him.
"Well, Bella's first day here and you two are already trysting," he said furiously, throwing Hank's clothes at him, then went on before the young man could answer, "I'll see you in the office in two minutes, and you'd better have a good excuse dreamed up or there will be serious trouble."
Then to his companion he said, as he half-dragged Hank to the door, "Have a ball, whatever you want. It's on the house."
"I'll see you in the office in twenty minutes, Bella. This is Mr. Frame," he said and slammed the door behind him.
Once everyone had left, the squatly built Mr. Frame locked the door and wasted no time hurriedly stripping till he stood naked in front of her, his rigidly erect cock bobbing up against his hairy stomach like a hardened stump. His hands reached greedily out and ripped her robe from her body, and threw it across the floor.
"Oh." Bella drew back at the ferocity of his attack, but now his hands were gripping her twisting shoulders and holding her fast. He seemed to have delighted in ripping her robe off rather than taking it off in a more conventional way or letting her undress herself.
Suddenly he leapt forward and it took him only a few minutes of passionate clawing and tearing to cover her nakedly struggling body with angry red welts. Then his scratching fingers trailed down to the curve of her black-fringed pussy mound.
"Oh. Oh. No!" Bella screamed in fear because he seemed to be a madman, pinching and scraping her body, panting and gasping with enjoyment at the depravity of the torture he was subjecting her to.
Abruptly he threw her to the bed and continued his lustful pawing, pushing two extended fingers coarsely into her clenching anus that had never been penetrated before. She moaned in pain and humiliation as he began to whisper obscenities in her ear, delighting in her frightened reaction.
"Please. Stop. You're hurting me," she pleaded, but her cries went unheeded.
"You're a whore," he grunted. "You can take all I have to give you and more."
The gasping brunette struggled frantically under the weight of his stocky body, but she was held firmly, pushed into the thin mattress. She could feel the excited hardness of his cock as it pushed evilly against her squirming thighs and searched for the tight little opening between her buttocks.
"O-h-h-h," she gasped as suddenly he found his mark and, in the same moment, brutally plunged his throbbing prick into her unprepared rectum. "Oh. not there, not so fast. Please. Please." She wailed in torment.
"Don't you even know what we do in this place?" the man grunted.
He was in no mood for the slightest gentility, and he skewered his passion-hardened cock deep into her painfully splitting anus till she thought it would curl up out of her throat and strangle her. At the same time, his pinching hands were roughly kneading her swinging breasts and she could feel her delicate skin begin to bruise on top of the painful welt he had already put there.
The tightness of the ass-fuck sent a passionate thrill through the girl.
He continued to thrust in and out of her clenching anus with sadistic enjoyment and Bella wanted to die from the humiliation of it all, as his already ramrod hard cock seemed to grow even longer and thicker. Still, she grew hotter and hotter despite herself.
"I'm going to flood you in a minute," he choked out coarsely. "I'm going to fill that tight little ass of yours so full, you'll be drowning."
His own lewd words and her begging cries excited him to the breaking point, and with each new knife-like stab the aroused whorehouse customer could feel his ready semen begin to boil in his churning balls till, abruptly, his pounding cock burst forth deep into her gripping rectum.
"O-h-h-h," he gasped. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm c-o-o-o-ming."
Bella could feel the walls of her rubberily clinging rectum grasp his spewing cock in an automatic reaction and she realized she too was coming as she felt him jet out the full blast of his burning male sperm. Finally, he withdrew his flaccid cock from between her stretching ass-cheeks and pushed himself up, leaving a small wet trail of sperm across the back of her thigh as he moved away from her.
He grunted as he rolled off and lay back in a sated stupor, and she turned her head to the pillow and cried till he left. She thought all emotion had been drained out of her with the events of this nightmare in Mexico, but it hadn't been. No, it hadn't. How could she have known that she would some day thoroughly enjoy such a perverted act?
She knew now that Hank would be forced to leave La Cruz while she would have to stay here and satisfy the whims of the gang. All she could do was hope to make the best of an impossible situation. She lay there thinking that nothing worse could befall her. The man got up, dressed and left, but he was quickly replaced by two others. "I'll fuck her ass," one of them said, "while you fuck her in the mouth. Roll over on your belly, girl."
She could not believe her ears.
CHAPTER NINE
The girl was paralyzed as a new wave of shame and horror swept over her. She had heard what the man said and she knew what he meant, but the idea was so impossibly obscene that some lingering puritanical trait of character in her nature made it easy to believe that she had heard him incorrectly. They couldn't really plan to do that to her.
"P... please don't do it," she gasped.
"We'll do any fucking thing we want to you," the first man said gruffly. "If you don't like it in the ass, maybe you'll like it in the yap. We're doing you a favor, girlie. Now turn your fucking ass up to me before I strangle you to death with my bare hands. I've done it before too. You think I won't do it?"
"O-h-h-h," the girl heard herself moan in pitiful fear. He was serious. He was serious about having anal intercourse with her while the other man violated her mouth. And for all she knew, he was also serious about killing her. It was hard to believe that the kind of man perverted enough to rape her ass would have any qualms about murder. It was a grim choice, and she could only think it was the nymphomaniacal whore in her that led her to choose sodomy over a merciful death.
Cringing in terror, the brunette rolled over onto her belly and instinctively pulled her knees up close to her body to thrust her naked ass-cheeks up in ripe invitation to the brutal man above her.
"Oh shit!" the second guy gasped. She was even better than he believed.
The first guy climbed up on the bed and positioned himself behind the fearfully quivering brunette. Tears of shame built up in her eyes, as she felt the strong hands opening her buttocks, drawing her tightly clenched ass-cheeks far apart. She tried to hold them flexed together but the pressure of the two thumbs inserted in the crevice was too great. They were pulled away from each other till she could feel a cool draft rushing into the hot valley between her thighs. She knew the man wasn't simply tormenting her. He was really going to sodomize her again. But she had to protest. She just had to.
"Oh no. Please. Don't do it to me again back there. Please." She couldn't take it in the ass again, and in the mouth too. It would be too degrading.
Both men laughed in sadistic delight. Then the brunette shivered as she felt the tip of the man's finger worming around at her tightly puckered anus. She tried to clench the tiny sphincter ring in a futile effort to protect herself and prevent another cruel penetration. The man probed for a moment at the edge of the brownly crinkled flesh, then grinned and shoved his thickly outstretched middle finger forward, sinking it all the way to the first knuckle.
The brunette jumped from the suddenly shocking jolt, but it was not as bad as she'd expected it to be. She had begun to relax when she felt a second finger probing her opening, then that one rammed suddenly in alongside the first. The other man's ass-fuck had made it easier. Her ass-hole was already pliant.
"O-h-h-h," she grunted, her face buried in the bed. The man rammed a third finger in with the first two to form a cruelly stretching wedge. "O-h-h-h," she groaned, really feeling the hurt this time. She jerked her hips spontaneously forward in an attempt to escape the painful invasion, but the brute merely wiggled the three-fingered wedge in her rectum, stretching it wider and wider. "No please," the brunette gasped. "Please."
She turned her head sideways to face back so the man could see her protest. Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down her cheeks from a seemingly endless well as she realized that her protest was having no effect at all. The act was really going to take place. He was going to push his longly hard cock all the way into her rectum in a parody of lovemaking that she thought must not even exist beyond the bounds of the harsh underworld in which these cruelly sadistic men lived.
This then was the finale of her humiliation and defilement, apt punishment for her sins of the flesh, her moral weakness. Her body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading way imaginable. If she had the luck to live through it, she would never live it down.
She attempted once more to scoot forward in retreat on the soft mattress, but it was useless as the powerful man merely followed her with his hand, digging his fingers deeper and deeper into the heated depths of her rear passage, expanding it mercilessly in preparation for the second brutal assault of a cock in her ass.
"Well," he remarked finally, "she's as ready as she's ever going to be." Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, the elastic ring of the anal flesh clinging to them in seeming reluctance to let them go. He used his knees to force her legs wider, then bent down and deposited a mouthful of spittle in the forbidden anal crevice. It mixed with the semen already lodged within.
The girl shivered as she felt the hairy loins pressing against her buttocks, as the hair of his legs brushed the insides of her thighs. She was held wide and helpless, completely at the man's mercy. Then for the first time since this stage of her ordeal had begun, she suddenly felt the thick hot head of his pulsating cock pressed into the moistly naked split of her buttocks. She cried out in a whimper of fright. It was too big. She could never take that in her rectum without being ripped apart. He seemed bigger than the last guy.
She screamed piteously, but the sound went unheeded. There was no one here who would help her or have mercy on her and nothing existed for her in the whole world but the excruciating pain where the barbaric cock-head had unnaturally lodged itself in preparation for the most brutal assault yet. There would be no escape from her horrible degradation and the dementedly perverted attack.
The naked young brunette continued to groan incoherently as the straining man popped the heavily bloated head relentlessly inside her tight anal ring and pushed gradually deeper and deeper into her futilely resisting rectum. It caused waves of pain far up in her stomach as the rigid thickness burrowed in. She was stretched as she had never been stretched before, as though impaled upon a flaming pole.
Then, as the man began to thrust brutally in and out, an amazing thing happened. The pain turned to pleasure, as wave upon wave of warm delight poured through the body of the girl. Behind her, the man was thrusting madly in and out of her ass-hole with his giant cock, but she was enjoying every inch of it.
The second man now had a huge erection, and he couldn't remember when anything had ever excited him so much in his life. Seeing that it was time to move, he literally bounded to the head of the bed. He pulled his fly aside to completely reveal the straining rod of his fully erect cock. He winked as the other guy fucked away in her ass.
The man near her face gasped deep in his throat, then reached down to seize the girl's long silken hair and lift her face up from the mattress. She resisted at first, completely astonished to find herself confronted again with a big dick protruding from the tufts of pubic hair.
Then she remembered. This was the payoff of her degradation. She took his cock into her wetly heated mouth and felt it begin to twitch almost immediately as the sperm began its short dash up from the balls. She told herself that it really made no difference to her at all. What she was concerned with, completely delighted with, was the final series of wracking lunges that buffeted her body from behind, the great spurts of come she felt pumped into her anus which made the slick drops squirting into her mouth seem insignificant by comparison.
And she was coming too. All three of them were coming at the same time. Again and again her body shivered with the thrill of orgasm. "Oh-h-h-h-h-h!" she moaned aloud. "M-m-m-m-m-m-m," she moaned through the rampaging cock in her mouth. "E-e-e-e-e-e!" she screamed. The trio bounced in unison on the bed, shaking the springs, squashing the mattress, and then finally ground to a gradual halt.
The girl lay between the heavy man and the mattress, as the second man slumped over them. She lay gasping for breath, smelling the sexual stench of sweat and semen. And then she was surprised with other sounds. It seemed as if there was shouting downstairs, a lot of tumult and men running. Then she heard a shot, and a second one. As the men above her raised their heads and bounded off the bed, she heard several volleys of shots. Before she could rise from the mattress, the door burst open and several men rushed in. They were police officers, and they had guns in their hands.
CHAPTER TEN
EPILOGUE
The woman relaxed in the warm sun in the back yard of her old apartment house. She loved the old place now that her new husband had moved in after they married. She had already enjoyed a great deal of happiness in it. He was a very gentle lover, and he was always surprised how passionate she could be. After all, he remembered only the untried girl of their first sexual experience together.
It had been heavenly for the past three months, and the brunette had nearly forgotten about the strange ordeal she went through. She had all but given up hope, not knowing that her first lover had been close behind her almost from the moment she'd left the hotel.
As soon as Jack had returned to the office, the boss had flown down. However, he'd been detained by corrupt officials till he'd reached someone at the embassy. By the time he got to the hotel, she was gone without a trace. There were no clues to follow, till he was mysteriously contacted by a sleazy-looking girl named May. From there, it was back to the embassy and a contact with the incorruptible national police. They had been looking for months for a way to crack the gang's white slavery activities, and this looked like it. They swung into action.
The man who was now her husband had been with them as they raced up the coast after raiding the mansion outside the resort city. He had been right behind them as they'd gone into the whorehouse, guns blazing. Two men were shot dead, and several others wounded. One man fell to his knees begging to be a witness.
That meant that she was free to go! That's what she did, leaving on the arm of her fianc'. Now, three months later, it all seemed like a crazy dream. As far as she could tell, sex was something terrific, something she just couldn't get enough of with her new husband.