Archive Note: There was no CHAPTER THIRTEEN in this pocketbook. The chapter headings skipped from TWELVE to FOURTEEN.
INTRODUCTION
"Passion's Slave" by the brilliant, young author, Harold Dickinson, combines the terror of the criminal element at large in today's society with the multi-various aspects of sex on the American scene.
This novel is unusual in its wealth of detail candidly depicting the efficient organization of the underworld, and how innocent, naive young women can be led along the route of no return as they sink lower into the evil morass of lewd flesh-peddlers.
The publishers are happy to present Mr. Dickinson 's latest story "Passion's Slave," as a warning to its readers that the nether land patiently waits for the unwary, the innocent, to get caught in its web from which there is no return.
We recommend the following narrative to the adult, mature reader only, due to the nature of the themes herein.
Robert Meyers, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
Bill Sterling seated himself in the bus seat hoping no one would sit beside him. Normally, he wasn't anti-social, he just didn't feel like talking this morning, and he had good reason for not chitchatting with a total stranger just to pass the time.
He ran his hand through his thick, blonde curly hair and sighed as he saw the bus driver take his seat preparing to leave for New York City. Thank God, he was going to be spared. There were enough empty seats so that each traveler could have a whole seat to himself.
The bus started up and smoothly made its way through the streets of Atlantic City. Bill wasn't sorry to see the last of it; the city would always remind him of his failure of last night. He cursed softly under his breath, wondering if Barbara was safely ensconced in the Americana. She should be by this time, he thought bitterly, she'd left in the middle of the night!
A bleached blonde, probably in her late twenties was giving him the eye. She sat in the seat directly opposite him and from that sexy look in her eye, and the short mini that she had fucked up almost to her pussy, convinced Bill she was his for the taking. She did have gorgeous gams and thighs, maybe he should take her up on it. This bus was an express directly to New York, so they had a common destination. A few drinks and a room in a cheap hotel and he could fuck away his hurt and frustrations of last night-his wedding night of all things!
But, even though his prick was half-hard from the stimulation of the wantonness of the sexy, big tittied blonde, Bill knew he couldn't follow through with it. He had to see Barbara and make amends, try to make her understand how it had been with him. Try to make her forgive him.
He politely smiled at the blonde, then turned his attention to the scenery out the window. He had to think, prepare in advance what he'd say to Barbara when he reached New York.
In the cold light of day, he had to admit that he had been a brute, an asinine pig. By the same token, she hadn't made it easy for him during the eight months of their engagement, not even allowing him to suck her titties, much less her cunt. She hadn't allowed him any liberties at all with her body, even though they were engaged to be married.
He tried to make her see that he needed her. She was, after all, going to be his wife, virginity these days meant nothing, especially between two people who were desperately in love with each other.
Maybe if he had leveled with her, told her about his masturbating after every time he saw her, it would have been different. But, he had his pride too, and he didn't want to shock Barbara, making her think she was marrying a sex fiend.
Bill knew instinctively that with Barbara's strict upbringing, she would never have married him if he had tried to rape her. Besides, he loved her too much to force her to fuck him, she was much too fine a girl. That was the whole trouble, she was too perfect in every way, especially that beautiful, voluptuous body!
Perhaps everything would still have been all right that first night if she hadn't insisted on taking a plane to Atlantic City right after the wedding ceremony. He would have preferred to stay in Chicago for a few days and take their time in getting to know each other. But, Barbara had insisted on Atlantic City immediately. That had meant sitting next to her on that fucking airplane for another three hours. All that ran through his mind during the entire trip was, I should be fucking her right now!
It had just been too much for Bill. By the time they arrived at the hotel in Atlantic City, he was almost out of his mind. Then, she had appeared in the bedroom door in that flimsy negligee. Bill had gone berserk.
He could still see her standing there in the doorway, her body a beautiful, luscious thing. He had seen her before in a bathing suit, but never like this. Every sensuous detail of her nakedness was sexily clear, from her tiny rising nipples down to the soft triangle of pussy hair that nestled excitingly below her white virginal belly.
Suddenly, nothing else had mattered but ramming his hard prick into that teasing flesh. She had become just a woman, a woman that he had to fuck right away at any cost. All else was forgotten.
"How do I look, Bill?" he could still hear ringing from her lips.
There had been no response from him, he remembered. He had just reached for her, a deep animal-like groan rasping from his throat, and pulled her roughly to the bed. Her soft covered negligee had ripped away like gossamer wings.
"Be careful, Bill! Please, watch out for me, be kind! "her voice had echoed through the room in terror as he held her down with one hand and ran the other greedily over the lush curves and valleys of her resisting young body, kneading her ripe succulent titties cruelly beneath hands he no longer controlled. Tight fists of flesh protruded painfully in white bloodless ridges between his straining fingers. His head had dropped to the young budding nipples and chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the soft resilient flesh give way and the sweet taste of blood seeping into his lashing tongue.
"No, Bill, N-nooo, please, be gentle, not this way!" Barbara had pleaded, but the words made no dent in his wild passion.
He still held her wildly straining body tightly to the bed. She was imprisoned there by his heavy, heaving chest that weighed upon her like a giant stone. Her long chestnut brown hair had begun thrashing helpless from side to side on the bed, her face contorted with fear. He could still remember bitterly her gray eyes flashing wide in horror that this was happening to her by her own husband. She had pleaded more until the sounds became nothing but incoherent mumbles of jumbled words. It was then he had fucked her the first time.
Ignoring her low moaning pleas, he had rolled on top of her, catching her body as her long slender legs had flailed out in one last effort to escape his brutal assault. His hips had fallen heavily between the full wide-splayed thighs, pinning her jerking ass-cheeks tightly to the bed. The soft down of her pussy hair brushing teasingly against his throbbing prick, inciting him to crazy mumblings of uncontrollable lust.
The pictures of Barbara's ravishment flickered on through his tortured mind as the bus drove on, headed for New York. Bill's knees were holding hers wide apart now and he was grinding his pelvis hard into her squirming defenseless pussy. The spasmodic jerking of the hollows of her soft inner thighs drove his hand between them; he was searching to place himself, striving to reach that twat that had been denied him for so long, and suddenly, without warning, he had brutally found it. He had jammed his blood-filled cockhead between the fleshy moist lips and with a groan, shoved it all the way forward into her quivering fuck-hole. She had squealed and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in a futile attempt to escape the cruel whang. It had only worsened the situation, and he could still hear the guttural screech of hideous pain that had come tumbling from deep in her throat as his rock-hard pecker battered deeper and deeper into her warm yielding twat flesh. At last, his pelvis had smacked hard into hers, signaling that her cherry had been broken. His rigid fleshy fuck-stick lay buried all the way inside of her quivering pussy, the warm wet walls of her twat wrapped tightly around his huge cock.
Bill didn't stop. He didn't even give her a chance to adjust to his rampant cock deep in her cunny. He just began to fuck, screwing in and out of her like a raging maniac. He had only thought of one thing and that was to shoot that hot sticky load of sperm deep inside her cunt where it belonged and where it had belonged for a long time now. He discharged his lust against her helplessly twitching body time after time, flooding her twat again and again with the hot white cum of eight months of frustrated waiting, until finally, it was all over.
How long or how many times Bill had fucked her, he couldn't remember. He had been an unconscious being in another world of complete madness. But, he did remember, after the first great gush from his sperm inflated prick had emptied into her, a feeling of guilt flooding over him.
Bill had become more gentle with the sobbing woman beneath and had babbled soft apologies in her unhearing ears as he had hovered over her. He had tried to bring a response that would wipe away the terrible guilt he felt for letting his unbridled passion overcome the patience he knew he should have had with her.
It had been to no avail. Barbara had lain motionless beneath him, her eyes wide open, staring coldly at the ceiling above as he had tried time after time to awaken some response that would show she felt something other than pain and disgust.
Her horrified, sick eyes had not moved from the walls over his head.
Bill remembered rolling from her dead-like body, and lit a cigarette and gazed silently down at her. He finally cleared his throat and said, "Barbara, please forgive me!"
"Please don't talk to me, Bill," she had spoken coldly, her eyes still refusing to look at him.
"Darling, I know it must have been horrible for you. I just couldn't help myself." She said nothing. "You looked so beautiful!" Again, nothing.
"Perhaps if we had screwed before we were married! I begged you to have intercourse with me!"
She didn't open her mouth, just stared at the wall above his head.
"Shit, Barbara," he had finally blurted out, "You've got to understand a man's feelings about these things. I'm not some cool cat that can stand being next to you and not get hot. This has been building up a long time and it's your fault for being such a prude!"
Bill had known he had gone too far when this had slipped out, but it was too late.
Because he had wanted to fight back, to recoup his lost vanity, he had become cruel. He had blamed his own on Barbara and accused her of being cold and unfeeling.
"Christ, I might as well have married Venus de Milo. She would satisfy me more than you have." He had shouted in guilt and anger. "I don't think you'll v ever be able to satisfy a man. Not until you learn to get off that high and mighty plateau you've put yourself on."
Bill had seen her move and glance toward him with the deepest hatred he had ever seen in her eyes. He knew he had hurt her and was glad to see a reaction from her, even though it was of loathing, it was better than nothing. Besides, he felt like hurting her.
"I'm going downstairs, out on the street and pick up a whore. I need a good hot fuck. Hell will freeze over before I get a good screwing from you."
With this, he had gotten dressed. He left, slamming the door behind him, not pausing to even look at Barbara.
That was really where he'd gone wrong, Bill thought bitterly as he stubbed out his cigarette in the metal ashtray. Barbara shouldn't have been left alone on her wedding night. He should have swallowed his pride and have been tender with her, kissing and hugging her not attempting to screw her again that night. They wouldn't have this situation now if he had not run off into the streets to walk off his mixed up feelings.
He had not picked up a whore that night.
He had spent several hours just walking and stopping occasionally for a drink. He had thought long and hard about their relationship. It had been a good one and still could be in spite of his miserable failure on their wedding night. The cool night air had settled his mind a bit and he had worked out an apology and explanation of sorts. It might take a while, but he was sure Barbara would recover.
When he had returned to the hotel on the Boardwalk, the night clerk had handed him an envelope. It had been a simple note from Barbara saying she was leaving. She needed a day or so to think things over and for Bill not to try and get in touch with her. She would let him know when and where to meet her so they could talk over any future plans they might have.
That's why Bill was on this damn bus. A telegram had come this morning for him to meet her in New York at the Americana. She wanted to talk to him. He didn't have the slightest idea what her decision would be and was apprehensive, though he was certain they could work things out.
One thing Bill knew, he would not let Barbara go. He loved her more than anything in the world and could not let her get away come hell or high water.
He settled himself in the seat for a short nap, aware that the dyed blonde was still looking at him with lust in her eyes. God, how she wanted a piece of that! But she'd bide her time. Very few men ever turned down the advances of Betty Browne.
CHAPTER TWO
Barbara Sterling had been on a similar bus at 10 o'clock that morning. She had decided to go on to New York instead of remaining in Atlantic City. She needed time to be alone to think about her new relationship with Bill.
How could he have been so animalistic and cruel, she thought, what had changed Bill, always tender and thoughtful into the raging pig he had been?
She ran her hands over the sore tips of her swollen nipples that were so raw she couldn't bear to wear anything over them. Her shoulders trembled when she thought back to the horrible rape of her pussy and the way he had used it as he would a slut, solely for his own sexual fulfillment without even a thought of her desires or pleasures. He had fucked her like a whore, his own wife! The thought made her ill and tears filled her eyes.
She had actually looked forward to the wedding night with him and had been preparing herself for weeks to make certain she entered the marriage with the proper sexual attitude. She knew he had resented her not screwing him before marriage, and she knew that most of their friends had not waited for that first night either. But, she had vowed that theirs was going to be a perfect marriage, in the old fashioned sense. She had wanted, so much, for them to have a mutual respect and understanding for each other from the beginning and for him to never be able to doubt that he, and he alone, was the only man to fuck her.
She had probably made the mistake of sounding too much like a prude in this matter when Bill had been overly persistent about fucking her before marriage. This was why she had cringed when he had thrown it at her back in the hotel.
She had been temped to let him fuck her many times, but she had always summoned up her courage and resisted, even though the easy thing to do would have been to give into to Bill's demands. She had come so close to allowing him to screw her, that if he had just persisted a bit longer, he could have had her for the taking. In fact, she was certain that she was as anxious to fuck him as he was and it would have been so beautiful if he could have just shown a little consideration and could have prepared her for the breaking of her cherry.
She had read so much about how important the first night was in marriage and how beautiful it could be if both partners were considerate of each other.
Well, she had been, she thought to herself, and all she received for it was a broken and bruised body, raped like she was a slut off the streets.
Barbara clenched her eyes tightly shut at the memory of his last statement. She could still hear it ringing in her ears as the sound of the bus lulled her tortured mind to sleep:
"I don't think you could ever satisfy a man. I need a good hot fuck. Hell will freeze over before I get a good screwing from you!"
Barbara was awakened a few hours later by the bus driver calling, "New York. All out!"
She opened her eyes hesitantly. It was still dark, her watch read 3:30. All of a sudden she was famished. Her wedding dinner of the night before had been barely touched. Now that she had had a few hours of sleep, she felt refreshed. She would wire Bill to meet her at their hotel as soon as possible to discuss their future. She went to the ladies room at the huge terminal and brushed her teeth and freshened her makeup. Then she went to the telegraph service and sent the wire to Bill. Then she went to the immaculate dining room at the 42nd Street terminal to have breakfast before checking in at the Americana.
Barbara settled herself back in the chair in the clean green dining room. She ordered fried eggs and ham, and lit a cigarette., waiting for her meal to arrive.
"Things are going to turn out all right," she thought as she watched the hustle and bustle of the people in the dining room. She felt confident that New York would bring she and Bill together again.
If only their first night together had not happened the way it had in Atlantic City, she might have been enjoying this with Bill.
She was beginning to regret her hasty decision to leave before Bill returned when her thoughts were interrupted by a feminine voice.
"Excuse me. it's so crowded, are you alone at this table?" a stately, well-dressed woman asked, smiling pleasantly.
"Why, yes I am," Barbara answered, surprised by the intrusion upon her thoughts.
"May I join you? I haven't eaten in over nine hours and I'm starving. All the other tables are occupied."
"Yes, please sit down," Barbara replied, a bit angry at having her solitude interrupted.
The annoyance only lasted a moment, however, as the lovely woman turned out to be one of the most interesting persons she had talked with in a long time. Perhaps it was good to talk to someone else and get this thing off her mind for awhile, she rationalized to herself.
Arlene MacGregor had immediately monopolized the conversation, but in a pleasant manner. She was from Los Angeles, she said, and told Barbara many little stores and anecdotes about the western city that brightened her spirits. She seemed to be an amazing woman. She was married to a wealthy real estate dealer in L.A. and was in New York to do some shipping and attend the theater.
Barbara felt herself extremely fortunate to have met her. While they were eating, Barbara told Arelene that she had left her husband temporarily, but that she had wired him to meet her at the Americana. "Ha! You're too good to him! I've been through this with my own husband. You made a mistake giving in so easily. Give him a few days to cool off and you'll have him eating out of your hand. I've an idea! Why not come to my hotel and stay there until you feel he's suffered enough. It's not the calibre of your hotel, but it's clean, quaint and charming. I think you'd like it!
Barbara was so taken with the well-groomed, lovely Arlene MacGregor that she readily agreed. She was right, of course! A few days of cooling his heels might change Bill into the loving man she had known before they were married. And she could always call him at the hotel, so that he wouldn't become frightened and call the police.
It was also nice to have an older, worldly-wise woman as a companion. Arelene MacGregor handled all the baggage and got them into a taxi in nothing flat.
The ride to the hotel was pleasant. Arelene, they were on a first name basis now, had made the driver go along the waterfront drive so Barbara could get a good view of the city. She almost wished now she had taken a hotel outside the city, but still it would be nice to have Arelene around for company and perhaps she could give her some advice. Arlene seemed so much more sophisticated than herself.
Barbara would have been happy with any solution now and Arelene's advice to her seemed to be the right thing to do. Perhaps Arlene would give her other advice as to how to hold her marriage together. Barbara knew she would go back with Bill, but the only problem was how to do it with dignity, and more important, how to erase away the horrible memory of her wedding night.
The taxi turned off from the waterfront drive into the East side of New York, and the streets became more narrow and crowded. Open stalls selling everything imaginable lined the streets. The driver was crawling his way through. The whole panorama excited Barbara, and she noticed that even at this early hour of the morning, vulgar, gaudy, looking women were parading the sidewalks plying their age-old trade.
Barbara became a bit apprehensive when the car stopped in front of a dirty door-way marked, Hotel Bennett.
"Is this the hotel, Arlene?" she asked, obvious concern reflecting in her voice.
"Yes, it is, dear," she answered, an assuring smile on her lips, "but don't worry, the outside means nothing. We women are all the same; we expect the Waldorf Hotel everywhere you go. Now come on in and stop worrying."
She paid the driver and signaled to a boy standing in front of the door to take their bags.
Arlene led her down a darkened hallway to the stairway and up to the second floor where the desk was located. She checked them in with the desk clerk, who was obviously pleased to see her. Barbara didn't like his looks. He was dark complexioned, greasy and fat with a short clipped mustache and looked as though he belonged behind a bar rather than working as a desk clerk.
"Barbara, this is Joseph," Arlene said, introducing the clerk. "He takes care of all of my needs when I stay here. You'll find him very useful."
"How do you do Mrs. Sterling," the clerk nodded toward her, holding out a fat, stubby hand to shake.
She nodded back to him apprehensively, ignoring his outstretched hand. Barbara didn't like the looks of this place at all but perhaps Arlene was right, women did expect a lot. Anyway it was quiet and the neighborhood quaint, it may be just the place to reflect on her problems for a few days.
Joseph led them up to the fourth floor and gave them adjoining rooms. There was a connecting door which made Barbara feel a little better. The lock for it was on her side so if she needed anything in a hurry she could always get into Arelene's room. She didn't like the way the desk clerk was looking at her. She knew they were extremely polite people and overly solicitous at times, but still made her nervous the way he looked her up and down lustfully with his sharp penetrating eyes.
"Well, here we are, my dear," Arelene said as the clerk placed Barbara's baggage next to the brass double bed. Barbara had thought these beds had gone out out style years ago. She surveyed the rest of the room and it looked as old-fashioned as the bed. A single uncovered light bulb hung down from the center of the ceiling and was the only light source in the room. There were no lamps on the table. The cheaply painted plaster was cracked along the walls and small blotches had fallen out of the ceiling, leaving irregular shaped holes that showed through to the lathe work beneath.
Thank God, Arlene is here with me, she thought. She seems to know what she's doing.
"Do you stay here often?" Barbara asked her.
"Oh yes, my dear, my husband and I always stay here when we want peace and quiet and, it is quaint."
Barbara felt foolish that she had to keep asking questions like this. Arlene had assured her several times that everything was all right. She would just have to accept it. After all, who knows New York better than a woman who was born here. Besides, Barbara liked Arlene and was looking to her for some moral support these next few days. They would be difficult ones and she knew she couldn't bear to face them alone.
"Barbara, dear," Arlene said, "I've got to run and do a few things before I unpack. Why don't you put your things away and rest up a bit. I think a nap would do you good. I'll be back around five or so and we can have dinner together."
Barbara agreed to this. She was happy to be left alone for a few hours to get settled and take a bath. She felt gritty from the trip and hadn't been in a tub since her hurried exit from the hotel room in Atlantic City.
"I'd love it," Barbara replied, "You wake me up when you finish your business. I'll probably be dead to the world."
As soon as Arlene was out of the room, Barbara finished her unpacking and drew a cool refreshing bath. She couldn't wait to get into bed, as squeaky and uncomfortable as it looked. She scrubbed herself a bright clean, feeling as though she hadn't touched water in weeks. Afterwards, she rubbed herself with lotion from head to foot, rubbing gently over the bruises left from Bill's brutish assault on her body. She closed her mind tightly against the memory for the time being and decided to think about it later. Right now she was too tired to do anything but sleep.
She chose a short hip-length nightie, purposely pushing the torn long one she had worn the other night with Bill into a far corner of the drawer where she had put her things.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Barbara asked lightly, thinking that Arlene had forgotten something.
"Hot coffee, Mrs. Sterling," she recognized Joseph's voice through the door.
"But, I didn't order any coffee," Barbara answered, surprised and a bit upset about the unexpected intrusion by the man she didn't trust.
"Mrs. MacGregor ordered it for you, Mrs. Sterling. She said it would help you sleep. It's a special herb coffee to relax you."
"Oh, all right, just a minute," Barbara threw on her housecoat and opened the door to allow him to enter.
Joseph stopped for a moment as he brought the try through the door. Barbara caught his sharp quick eyes as they glanced the length of her body. She automatically drew the top of the robe tightly around her throat and stood holding the door open waiting for him to put the tray down and leave.
"If you need anything else, just ring the buzzer and I'll come." He bowed as he slowly backed out the door, his penetrating eyes boring straight through the robe Barbara was wearing. She gave him a cold stare and shuddered as she drew its flimsy material more tightly around herself locking the door behind him. She was glad Arelene would be returning in a few hours. She knew she was safe here with the door locked but still felt a little insecure. She didn't like Joseph and the way he had looked at her. He had stripped her bare with his glances and she knew it wouldn't take much to have him make a pass. She had never seen such a raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as they had locked on the cleavage showing between her large ripe titties. Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled repulsively at the thought of his fat hands on her.
She picked up the cup of hot coffee from the table by the bed and sipped it thirstily. In spite of the lewd appraisal of her body by Joseph, she was glad Arlene had sent Joseph. It was hot and refreshing, though it had a slight bitterness to it. Must be from the herbs she thought, as she stretched her long voluptuous body down the length of the bed, draining the last drop from the porcelain cup.
Barbara stretched sleepily, relaxed by the hypnotizing herbs of the coffee and pressed the switch by the bed that turned off the light hanging above her. The room faded into a pleasant darkness as her eyes fluttered closed into a floating half-sleep. Her mind seemed to remain in an almost waking state as she could feel the nerve ends of her body floating below her into a deep softness that seemed like a gentle cloud beneath her. The pleasant intoxicating herbs curled strangely-through her nostrils bringing dreams of sun and flowers and Bill; descended upon her, and dropped the much-needed sleep over her.
Barbara knew that when she awoke from the refreshing, relaxing sleep, she would be able to cope with Bill and any situation she might encounter.
CHAPTER THREE
From the peephole in Arlene Macgregor's empty room, Joseph peered hungrily at the beautiful Barbara Sterling. He could see her slowly remove the housecoat she was wearing, exposing the flimsy nightgown that covered her voluptuous body down to the tops of her full white, luscious thighs.
He smiled in anticipation when he saw her lift the cup of coffee to her lips and drink it. He held his breath as she winced slightly from the bitter taste; then breathed freely again as the puzzled look disappeared from her face and she drank again. Small beads of perspiration broke from his forehead as she reclined back on the bed, her feet facing directly at the peep hole through which he was watching her. The thin nylon gown snaked its way up over the white flat plane of her belly, exposing the blonde soft silkiness that covered the cunt between her slightly spread legs. The thin hair-lined cunny gash was temptingly visible running the length of her open twat.
Joseph's bulging eyes followed the contours of the hips up over the rising and falling rib-cage to the large white rounded mounds of her tit-buds. They were set slightly close together and through the thin covering, he could see their huge nipples rising into tantalizing cherries. His mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those tit-buds and to twist and pull them into the iron hardness of lust. He had never fucked a woman as beautiful as this one and he could barely contain himself. His aphrodisiac had never failed. He had used it often on the women Arlene MacGregor had brought here and not one had been able to resist its maddening, passionate effects.
He would show this proud little bitch who had everything and who had dismissed him as so much dirt when he had tried to be friendly. It wouldn't be long now as she had turned the coffee cup up and drained the last few drops for it. He clenched his fist tightly as she squirmed around on the bed before him and pushed the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the change but he could still see her slim body stretched sensuously down the length of the bed. Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now and he could make out dimly the blonde bush that covered the mound of her cunt. His tongue ran around the moist edges of his lips as he fingered the master key in his pocket. He would have to wait a few more minutes. He wanted no screaming, the aphrodisiac must have time to reach its full effect. His body was soaked in a sweat now from the thought of that haughty young bitch squirming in helpless surrender beneath his excited prick. The seconds of waiting ticking by seemed like hours until finally he could stand it no longer. He returned to the hallway, carefully tiptoeing down to the room and fitting the key quietly into the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head into the darkened room, to see if there was any sound. There was none but the soft breathing of the motionless body on the bed. He closed the door softly behind him, locking it so there would be no interruptions.
Joseph looked intensely through the darkness at the bed. The head of the sleeping Barbara was facing straight ahead. Her eyes were closed tightly shut as if in a deep sleep, yet she moved slightly from time to time as though dreams were filling her mind with images she'd prefer to forget.
He moved silently around the foot of the bed, not taking his gaze from the sleeping figure sprawled limply back on it. She had drawn one knee up flat on the bed even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of the inner thigh gleamed faintly in the darkness. The soft blonde hairs covering the exposed, still tightly closed lips of her pussy, were plainly visible now to his lustful eyes as they adjusted themselves to the darkness of the room.
He involuntarily drew in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women before on this same bed, but never anything like this. Never anything so beautiful, innocent, and proud. Never anything that he would enjoy humiliating so much.
The thought of helpless moaning grunts of fuck pleasure coming from those untouchable lips, that had scorned him before, goaded his prick into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large mushroom head, tiny drops of thick white pre-cum fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting cockhead at its tip, smearing wetly against his fat thigh. He silently opened the fly of his pants, easing the pain slightly.
He slowly massaged the heavy thick dong foreskin back and forth over the jerking dick head as he advanced around the bed toward the lovely young bitch who now lay at his mercy. The drug had done its work well and he now intended to teach this haughty young beauty to scorn him as she and all of her kind had when he tried to be nice to them. The fuck-stick he held in his hands was a great equalizer and he'd see if she treated him like a mangy crud when rammed his whang deep between those open twat-lips and buried his pecker far up inside her hot little cunt.
His pants dropped heavily to the floor as he opened the last button at the top and fully exposed his long thick prick. It stood out in proud menacing erection over the spread eagle body on the bed beneath. He slowly unbuttoned the soiled sweat covered shirt and threw it to the chair in the corner. He left his shoes and socks on in case Arlene MacGregor returned and he had to get out in a hurry. He had locked the downstairs door so she would have to ring to get in. This would give him plenty of warning. He didn't intend to leave this delicious young pussy until he had drained them both dry of every ounce of cum in then-bodies.
He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body, stroking his cock into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white hot sperm spurts at any moment. For a second, he considered it. It would be a beautiful sight to see his hard pecker throbbing out its load into the helpless girl's face and down over her soft white boobies. He lewdly pictured it dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush soft titties. But no, he had better not. He would have to clean it all up. She must never know she had been fucked. If she did, and told Arlene MacGregor, he would lose his job and maybe his life. She was connected with the top men in the rackets, and they might not like his sampling the flesh merchandise every time she brought it in.
Joseph couldn't resist one thing before he fucked her. He knew the risk was great of shooting his load, but he had to see those proud little ruby lips around his fuck-pole just for a moment. He had thought so much about it while he was downstairs waiting until she was alone. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed by her head and turned it gently toward his hard, erect prick. When it was several inches away, he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her lovely upturned face, laying the wet sticky underside of the throbbing prick head between the small valley formed by her closed pink lips. He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly out until the underside of the heavy head dropped slightly through the stretched lips and rested against her white bared teeth, the soft flesh of the pink puckered lips forming a furrow along his cock length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several small drops of cum oozed from his throbbing whang, and lubricated the delectable mouth that was half-surrounding it. He could feel the warm air from her nostrils pushing hotly against his dong as she breathed in and out restlessly.
Looking down directly into her face, he could see small cum drops run slowly down the corners of her mouth on either side, down the sides of her cheeks. Shit, he would like to shoot his hot sperm down that soft palpitating throat and see the lovely white throat bob up and down as she gulped it into her belly. Maybe later, if she was left alone again and he had more time.
Joseph reached one hand down to the hem of the flimsy nightgown, pulling it up slowly over her rounded snow-white belly, over the large magnificence of her lush titties, until her whole naked body was exposed. He had seen it through the peephole when he was watching her undress but it hadn't excited him nearly as much as having it here now, spread helplessly beneath him where he could touch and fondle those knockers to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of the right hand, he reached over and pushed her lips tighter against the blue veined fuck-pole between them, gently continuing the slow fucking motion. The other hand moved over the large boobies tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he could feel them hardening under his massage.
Barbara shifted slightly beneath him, moaning softly as though aware of his presence. He stopped his prick manipulations, frightened for a moment that the aphrodisiac had not done its work. His pecker fell from between her loose lips down over her chin, leaving thin threads of warm white cum threads trailing behind it.
"Bill, darling," she mumbled thickly through the fog of the durg. "I've been waiting, waiting so long. My darling husband, fuck me, fuck me!"
Barbara had been aware of the movement in the room and Bill's shadowy figure coming to her. She felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her and that now things would be all right. He would be gentle with her now and take her as she had always dreamed he would. She could feel her blood begin to stir deep within her twat. A twat he would fuck in a moment. She wouldn't fail him.
Joseph smiled to himself above her. The drug had worked its magic as it always did.
The cunt thinks I'm her husband, he chuckled lewdly to himself, she'll see the difference before I'm finished.
He stroked the giant throbbing prick slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over the mounds of her titties and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her pussy below.
"Ohhh, darling, darling, I'm sorry," the girl droned beneath him. "I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to leave. Be good to me, Bill, be tender with me."
Barbara dreamed on, her body becoming alert now to the caresses of the magic hands that were stroking her flesh into a hot mass of desire. Tiny goose bumps sprang out over the whiteness of her sensitive flesh.
Dear Heaven, how she wanted him to fuck her, her body ached to be caressed gently as he was doing now!
Barbara pushed the mad fucking he had subjected her to from her thoughts and just wanted to make up for all that time she had denied him and herself the joys of fucking each other before they were married. She wanted him to stick his cock deep inside her, to screw her in her cunt and quiet the itchiness from his maddening fingertips playing over her nakedness.
Her tongue ran slowly around her moist lips, savoring the sticky salty taste of the strange liquid that covered them. The cock odor wafted through her flared nostrils, breathing it deep inside her body. It did strange things to her, the prick odor and the taste plunged through her entire being, lighting tiny fires in her growing nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends inside her tight hot pussy. She could feel drops of moisture rising in her twat, as the exposed hair-lined cunny lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, throbbing wetly against each other.
"Ohhh, Bill, darling, fuck me now, touch me, rub my titties! Ohhh, yess, yesss, like that, like that," she moaned, helplessly caught up in the sharp deep surges of lust that were dancing through her.
Joseph grinned, his yellow teeth showing through the unshaven stubble around his lips, his greedy eyes feasting lasciviously on her unconsciously squirming naked body.
He moved around on the bed, crouching on all fours over the white moving form, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wide apart. He crawled between them, his knees pressed between her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the hair-covered triangle of her open cunt. His mouth filled with spit as his eyes looked down at her twat rotating sensuously, expectantly, just below his lips.
Through half shut eyes, Barbara could see the shadowy form of Bill crouching between her open legs. She could feel the flat palms of sweating hands pushing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her luscious pussy was open to fuck as much as he wanted. She watched with baited breath as his head lowered slowly.
"Eeeeegh!" she jerked, as his moist lips closed over the soft cunny mound at the base of her belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fur muff as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still closed fuck-hole, his tongue flicking snake-like at the quivering cunt.
Barbara's own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing titties and slid slowly down her smooth, flat belly, coming to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, then, slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of the moist wet twat apart, allowing his hungry, sucking lips complete access to her flooding pussy.
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the quivering erected clitty, the lips sucked, drawing the warm soft cunt folds deep into the hot hole of his mouth, the tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining pink bud of her twat. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tongue tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet gash, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the opening of her panting pussy and into the cleft of her trembling ass-cheeks where it stopped to do a thorough sucking of the tight brown shithole. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, soft moaning animal sounds escaped lustily from between her passion clenched teeth.
Joseph sucked and licked greedily, feeling the soft wet twat hair brushing tantalizing against his cheeks. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a beautiful pure cunny like this squirming under his tongue and completely at his mercy! And she was loving it! Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming hot cunt. He wanted her begging for his prick when he was ready to ram it to her and she was almost ready. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the drug. She needed to get fucked bad and she was going to get more than she expected.
He laughed softly, obscenely, as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his greasy black hair, guiding his face to the pulsating opening of her pussy. He ran his tongue into the soft rimmed pussy flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the cunt's ragged pink edges.
As Joseph's lips rounded and covered the clasping flooding, cunt opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural gasp from Barbara whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He could feel the wet twat flesh slip moistly around his long licking tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though the nibbling hair-lined cunt mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pushed down against his back pressing his body into the flesh trap until he couldn't breath, his nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitty above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juice that was now flowing in abundance from it. It excited his prick to a hardness that he could no longer control! He had to fuck this little pussy now or he would shoot his cum over the bed.
Barbara's body was lost in the passion of the moment. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. Bill was wonderful. She had never expected sex could be like this, that he could bring such things from her body.
"Oh! Ohhh! Aggghhh!" Barbara moaned, opening her legs wider to give him greater access to her fuck-hole.
Joseph could stand it no longer. He grabbed her twitching legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat soaked body at the same time. His rigid, stiff prick brushed against the wet, dripping pussy hair. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned shithole completely exposed to him.
Barbara's expanded narrow cunny-gash was visibly throbbing in invitation, the wet moist twat-slit held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressed tightly up against hers.
Barbara could see Bill hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy prick lying the full length of her quivering cunt. The jerking head of his pecker rested throbbing between her wide-spread ass-cheeks, rubbing itself up and down, to and fro, in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips down toward it, her hungry pussy searching desperately for its hard blood cockhead.
She had to have his prick in her! Her cunny screamed for it! She reached her hands in panic down underneath the grinding cheeks of her ass and grasped the full length of the stone-hard dong. Her tightly closed fists stroked it softly in reverence. She could feel the rapid cock throbbing against her soft palms and the sticky cum fluid that oozed in drops from the blood inflated dick head. She guided it up the valley of her ass-cheeks, not letting it lose contact with her twat until it was poised between the cunt lips. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on Joseph's ass-cheeks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her fuck-hole and let it drown the boiling heat that burned out of control in her pussy.
Joseph grinned obscenely above her. It was all he could do to keep from shoving forward now and fucking this squirming little bitch with his aching pecker, but the desire to punish her and her kind for all the times they had shit on him by their disdainful looks when he had spoken to them, overcame the desire. If any woman ever needed punishing, this one did. Well, he would do it, he would fuck her till she couldn't stand up.
Joseph got even greater satisfaction from the knowledge that he would know of the tremendous fucking afterwards and she wouldn't. She would treat him as badly as she had before, but he would know that he had screwed her good and left his white hot cum deep in her cunt. The lewd thought caused him to ram his hips forward.
Barbara felt the lips around her throbbing pussy pushed open. The tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she resisted for a moment, emitting s long low groan from deep with her throat. He liked that, he Weed hearing her moan in pain.
Joseph shoved again, a deeper groan, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy. And, suddenly he could stand it no more. He rammed forward with everything he had, sinking the lust inflated prick all the way to the hilt. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking ass-hole that screwed itself deep down into the bed attempting to escape the cruel, sudden fucking. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his fat, thick body, splaying over either edge of the bed, kicking futilely into the air.
"Bill! Billll! Stop! Nooooo! Nooooooo!" She screamed, her body pinned helplessly to the bed. With each jerk, the huge prick head seemed to burrow deeper into her. Joseph's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress, his wide-spread knees held her thighs split far apart. She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she would be ripped in half from this giant cock screwing deep in her cunt. The fiery plunging cock-stick felt as though it was coming out her mouth as its blood-filled monster head pressed hard against her womb, pushing her head back hard against the head of the brass bed.
This cunt never had a prick in her twat this deep, Joseph gloated to himself, as he held her pinned in the horny position. He looked down again and could see his curly black pubic hair tangle tightly with hers, the base of his thick fleshy cock buried deep into the pink throbbing cunny, that his tongue had licked to flooding heat a moment ago. He could see the tight lips of the pussy stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pink rim clasping tightly around the dark skinned base of his fuck-pole.
Barbara squirmed helplessly beneath him. She could feel the hot searing pain of his dudden bulnt prick entry tearing cruelly at her inner cunny flesh. She flexed her pussy muscles tightly together to attempt to ward off the huge invading dong, but the throb of her internal flesh seemed to excite the whang more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her resisting the twat passage. The walls of her tight cunt clasped around it like a glove. She could feel the prick's fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its monstrous hugeness in minute detail.
The huge prick was alive inside her! The hard rubbery cockhead pressing against her womb, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his nuts dangling in the cleft of her ass were part of her. And in spite of her pain, her tongue began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips. Joseph had smeared them well with his sperm and her nostrils flared again, drawing the cock smell deep into her body, mingling it with the feeling of the throbbing prick lodged deep in her soft, hot cunt. Her pussy contracted wildly as the horny thoughts raced through her mind.
Joseph felt the slight throbbing pressure exerted against his buried prick. He had waited for it, hovering motionless over her form patiently until she became accustomed to his thick prick rammed so deep in her belly. He flexed the whang gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his body.
"Oh," she whimpered, through bared teeth, fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.
He waited a moment, and flexed again, watching her contorted face below. The mouth hung limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Oooooohhhh!! " She held her breath as the massive dick expanded more, stretching the narrow cunt walls farther apart.
He flexed again, this time setting a slow teasing rhythm to his fucking. Soft moaning sounds of pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his gentle screwing.
"Oooohhhh, Bill! Darling, darling."
He could feel her pulsating cunt walls contract around the head of his fuck-pole. The wet clasping twat flesh began a soft opening and closing around his throbbing cock.
He moved only slightly, continuing the slow rhythmic prick lunges into the screwing girl beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her gasps of pleasure sounded through the silent room. Her head lolled from side to side unconsciously on the pillow as her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his slowly-moving pecker. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungry nibbling pussy screwing itself up tighter against his hair covered pelvis.
Barbara rotated her hips from side to side around the flesh, hot cock, her cunt in time to its slow fucking. The boiling heat against her inner twat passage was becoming a part of her being. She and her darling Bill were one fleshy mass of sensation, merged passionately together by their love. He had deeply imbedded his prick into her! He was a part of her!
Joseph could hardly contain his glee as he felt her cunt begin screwing up against the length of his rock hard fuck-stick. The tiny contracting muscles inside her pussy were nibbling hungrily at the inflated cock head. The pussy lips between her hair-lined pink pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the gash for several inches and then nibbling slowly back up, buffering her soft twat hair tightly against his own pubic hair, embedding the full length of his dick deep into her warm clutching pussy. He let her quivering body fuck up and down on his rigid prick that united them.
He could see his cock's slow withdrawal between their bodies, pulling thin soft ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress, and the pecker entry, pushing the soft twat folds back into her and the moist shiny whang was swallowed whole back into the hungry pussy. He let her strain against him for a while, watching the utter abandon of her fucking, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Her screw motions became faster by the second, the tempo of her thrust up against him became more urgent, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip. He knew she was straining to shoot her cum, the juices of her milking cunt were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out fucking movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his fuck-pole; burying it deep inside her. Her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees tightly against the mattress. She bucked against him wildly.
"Oh, Bill, yes, yes. I'm cuming darling, I'm cuming, Suddenly, with a deep throated groan, her body began gyrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozed from the throbbing cunt passage, drowning his screwing cock with its sticky warmth and trickling down the crevice of her white ass-cheeks over his balls that pressed hard against the tiny brown puckered shithole.
Joseph went berserk as she grunted out the last of her twat juices against his pelvis, her body still jerking spasmodically up against him. He reached back, grabbing her ankles and pushing them brutally back over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a ball of helplessness beneath him. Her knees were pushed back tightly over her shoulders against the mattress on either side of her head, the wide-spread cunt-gash between her legs completely open for him to fuck as hard as he wanted to.
He withdrew the deeply imbedded prick until just the tip of the cock head rested in her. Then, he rammed forward with all his strength. He had waited to destroy this little whore. She had had her fun and now it was his turn. The full throbbing length of the overly excited fuck-stick sunk cruelly into her helpless exposed pussy. He could hear the wet smack as his belly thudded against her cunny. His body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe titties tightly against his chest. He locked his spit covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her legs kept her locked in that helpless position as he rammed his pecker deep into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the white rounded cheeks far apart.
Joseph began long hard fuck strokes into the streaming twat that was now wet and slippery from her orgasm, withdrawing the prick head until just the tip was inside the hot clammy fuck-hole, and then shooting forward hard with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly against the wide split cleft of her ass-cheeks.
Barbara groaned helplessly as her pussy was ravaged again almost beyond endurance. He was driving her head hard back against the brass head of the bed with each jack-hammer thrust, and she couldn't stop him in her position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs. She could feel the giant dong head sliding in and out inside her hot cunt and the hard slap of his soft hair-covered balls against her ass-hole as he jerked forward on the in stroke. Cool mad rushes of air rushed between her thighs as he withdrew his monstrous fuck-stick.
The old bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two furiously fucking bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sounds of deep straining gasps and graons filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of sweaty flesh smacking sharply against sweaty flesh and the wet slurp of his piston-like prick fucking up and down in her juice-filled cunt.
"Passionate slut, you God damned whore!" Joseph mumbled to himself as he ceaselessly rammed the blood-filled prick deep into her white round screaming little belly with long cruel fuck lunges. He could feel the hot white sperm building up inside his boiling nuts as they beat hard against her upturned shithole. It was ready to explode. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands, pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her white ass-cheeks hard up against his grinding loins as he rammed his spurting prick all the way to the hilt in her soft, screwing cunt.
Barbara could feel her inner pussy flesh splitting painfully as the head of the harshly fucking cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear her twat wide apart. The whang began to spurt, and she could feel the delicious hot white sperm shooting into her like molten lava. The pores of her pussy clasped around the huge fuck-pole again shooting her own white hot cum into the already flooded hole of her pink quivering cunny.
She reached frantically around her squirming ass-cheeks with both hands and began to desperately milk at the balls pressed into the cleft of her ass. Her legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of the bed. The huge prick continued to jerk its white hot spurts shot from its head, filling her womb and foaming out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his pecker, soaking the soft matted pussy hair it was buried in.
"Oh, fill me with your sperm, darling," she groaned incoherently around the stabbing tongue still deep in her mouth. The hot walls of her jerking twat sucked at the throbbing whang hungrily, until it gave one final spasmodic jerk, the last cum drop milked from it.
Joseph collapsed across her body, feeling her cunny still gushing forth cum around his deflated limp prick. It seemed endless, until she too suddenly gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his exhausted body. Her arms outstretched, one dangling over the edge of the bed. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with their hot sticky-white discharge.
Joseph lay still for a moment, then slowly pulled himself off the unconscious girl's body, his prick sliding slowly out of her pussy cunt. He could see the wet matted pussy hair of her well fucked twat glistening wetly. The insides of her thighs were smeared lewdly with the white-sticky cum juice. It dripped in tiny rivers down the crevice of her ass, forming a dark wet circle on the sheets beneath.
Joseph smiled down at Barbara, pulling his clothes on quietly. He'd like to fuck this hot little slut again, but he knew he didn't dare. He had been there for quite a while now and he knew that Arlene MacGregor would be coming back soon. He couldn't take the chance now but he promised himself he would get her again later. He couldn't let this hot little bitch off this easy.
Joseph took one last look at her lewd wantonness, her mouth hanging loosely open in contented sleep. She must still be dreaming of the fucking he had given her, he smirked hornily to himself. He reached over her body between her wide-spread thighs and ran his middle finger up the glistening pussy-lips moistening it with the mixture of both their cum. He rubbed the finger then around her open red lips and under her nostrils. This should give her something to puzzle over when she wakes up. The thought amused him and he laughed softly to himself. How he would like to see her face when she awoke, trying to figure out what happened.
The thought of this hot, tremendous sperm load sloshing around deep in that innocent little womb stirred him again as he closed and locked the door behind him.
"Maybe she'll have a little Joseph to present to her henpecked husband," he muttered half aloud to himself as he descended the stairs to the reception desk, his legs a bit wobbly. He could hardly wait to see her face later tonight, knowing that he had fucked her crazy for the majority of the afternoon. He had gotten even with her for the distrustful looks she had given him but Joseph hoped he would have the chance to fuck her again. Next time he would screw not only her cunt but her ass-hole as well! Yes, this little pussy was going to more than compensate for the few miserable dollars he received as his pay each week!
CHAPTER FOUR
Arlene MacGregor smoothed her shiny black hair and smiled to herself as she entered the taxi in front of the Hotel Bennett. She had reason to be satisfied. After all, this was the seventh girl she had brought to New Yrok in the past month, and the market for them was good. Since the tourists had stopped going to South American because of Un-American activities, the demand for young white girls to fill the whorehouses was unlimited. They were bringing up to four or five thousand American dollars each, particularly the young fresh un-fucked ones like the girl she had back at the hotel. She was certain she could get a premium for her. She was her best catch so far, and she had to play her cards just right and get the right buyer. She thought she had him in Sulvester. He liked the blonde-haired girls and was willing to pay well for them. He would get his fucking from them, and then ship them off to South America for the market. She almost hated to see this sweet young Barbara Sterling turned over to a sadistic beast like him but money was money and his perverted depravity was no concern of hers. She had to be cold and calculated about it, after all, she was a business woman and if she played her cards right could retire in a few years on a substantial income from her earnings.
The cab followed the East River Drive over across to Jersey along the coast for several miles and pulled into the grounds of a large ocean front mansion. The black iron gate was guarded by several attendants with pistols strapped to their sides. Upon recognizing her, they waved the car through without trouble. Arlene was well known by them as a welcomed guest, so they did not have to go through the usual formalities to get into the huge, old mansion.
The oak-lined drive leading to the house was almost a quarter mile long and they passed several of the patrols that roamed through the grounds. The patrols all traveled in twos and had a pair of vicious looking German Shepherd dogs with them. They were trained to kill and Sylvester had confided to her that they had done so several times when agents had tried to penetrate the grounds. They had disappeared without trace and had allowed the local police to enter and search the premises. This was a token search and all evidence of the various illegalities he was engaged in had been removed to a secret hiding place. The system had obviously worked well as Sylvester had been doing this for years and had become a very wealthy man. It was rumored that he had connections with political bigwigs and even among the staff of the FBI itself. Arlene believed this. No one could exist so long and on such a successful scale unless he was receiving important political protection from somewhere higher up than the police.
The cab rounded the curved drive and pulled up in front of a huge red brick house, surrounded by the most beautiful garden Arlene had ever seen. She enjoyed doing business with Sylvester just to be able to pay these periodic visits to this fabulous mansion. It must have cost him a pretty penny to build it.
Arlene was met at the door by one of his burly guards and escorted to Sylvester's study. She knew she wouldn't have long to wait, as he was always anxious to see her. She had made it a point early in their relationship to bring him only the best of the young females she lured to New York through one pretense or another. She had never disappointed him yet. She knew he would be overjoyed with this tender young Barbara because of her almost unbelievable innocence and the fact that she was a blonde beauty. There was something about Barbara that seemed to appeal to the South American nature. Perhaps it was because they were so much more naive than women for other parts of the world and always seemed to have such an untouched clean appearance. Arlene was only too familiar with the degradations they forced upon their own women much less a poor American that was completely defenseless. She had seen some of the girls she had sold them after a few months in their hands and had she not been so money hungry, she wouldn't have been able to lure away any more young girls. In fact, lately, she had found herself becoming more and more like Sylvester and his companions. Perhaps, she would make it a condition that she would get to see the initiation of Barbara Sterling into her new life. This thought coursed hotly through her as the guard held the door open for her.
"Hello, my dear Arlene," the tall, thin, evil-looking man said, rising from behind the large mahogany desk. "It's so good to see you again. You haven't paid me a visit in such a long time."
"Oh, Sylvester, you clever man, it's only been a month since I've been here. You know it takes time to find the right ones for you. Your tastes are so special and refined that it takes a lot of screening. You wouldn't want me showing up here with just any pussy I run across, now would you?" Arlene flashed her sexy smile at him, fluttering her eyelids slightly.
"Of course not, my dear friend, I understand your concern for my welfare," the South American said, drawing his arm around her waist in a friendly hug, his dark head towering over her. "If I didn't know this so well, I would think it was just my generosity that caused your deep concern."
"Now, now, Sylvester," Arlene said as she pulled his creeping hand from behind her ass. "Save yourself for the little chick whose wings I've clipped for you. She's just what you've been looking for."
Sylvester's eyes lit up at the mention that Arlene had something for him. He knew her well enough by now to know that she, unlike most women or people who had something to sell him, didn't exaggerate. If she was enthusiastic about it, then she was worth listening to.
"Come, my love, let us sit down with a drink and discuss this little pussy. I've tired of the last chick you sent."
"Sylvester," Arlene kidded, "you mean you didn't like her?"
"Oh, yes my dear," he cooed. "I liked her very much, but four weeks with the same cunt is a little too much. You know they tire so quickly when left in my care. A pity too, just when I have them trained well to appreciate my little playful sessions, they seem to lose their fire."
"I suppose you have passed her on to your playmates in Buenos Aires as usual," Arlene said.
"Yes, she went rather reluctantly, but I am a businessman and can't let my investments sit too long without making a return on them. Must keep the money moving, you know," he said slyly, a grin at Arlene. "I have some American stag movies of her that will go well on the American Stag market though. You'll have to see them before you go.
"I'd love to later, Sylvester," Arlene replied sipping at the champagne he had poured her. "Right now, I think we had better discuss my new contribution to your sex life. I think you will be very interested."
"Tell me about her, Arlene. When I see so much enthusiasm in your eye, I know it must be something special." Sylvester chided, his face brightening at the thought of what was in store.
"First, you know I only bring you the best, right?" Arlene asked, looking at him over the edge of her glass.
"Yes, I feel you do good work for me, but I have had problems with some of them," he added the last sentence quickly, sensing that the bargaining was beginning. "You know, they are young and so unworldly, I must do much training to prepare them for my clients."
"Why you old bastard," Arlene laughed, "You know very well that's why you're in this business, so you can fuck their cunts before you pass them on to your friends."
"My dear Arlene," Sylvester objected, raising his hands, "It is not for I, that I do these things. I must do them to make certain my reputation as a businessman is respected. My clients are the wealthiest in South America and I dare not send them something that I myself have not trained to perform with perfection.
"Yes, Sylvester, you fuck them until they lose their passion, you said?" Arlene chided, raising an eyebrow toward him.
"Ah, but there are ways of restoring that to them. This is where my drug business assists me."
"like doping race horses, my friend," she replied. "They have enough for one last dash and then useless."
"Arlene, my darling, you are unkind. Let us stop this silly haggling," he said briskly. "You know I am a sincere man and honest. I am in a very competitive business and profits have not been good for the last several years. Do not take advantage of my helpless position, I beg you."
"There, there," Arlene consoled in a motherly tone, laughing inside at the show Sylvester was putting on. She knew him well by now and knew she would have to sit through his weeping sessions each time she came. All South Americans are the same, she thought to herself. It doesn't matter if they are dealing with one dollar or one million, their approach is always the same. Business is bad and your price is too high but because you are a friend, they will sacrifice and give you half the price you ask, even though they cry it will drive them to bankruptcy. Well, Arlene knew enough by now to ask exactly the price she expected to get and many tears later, they would arrive at that figure. Strange that they weren't more original than this, but they weren't.
"Sylvester," Arlene paused after speaking his name and then said casually, "She's a natural blonde!"
There was a moment's silence as she let the thought sink into his mind. She observed a slightly perceptible twitch in the corner of his mouth as he grasped what she was saying.
"Oh, that is too bad, my dear, I thought you had something special for me. You know American blondes have no abilities for the finer passions. It is a long expensive process to train them well. My investment would be tied up for several months. It would mean such a strain on my meager finances." His face had contorted into its usual piteous plea and he had placed his hand against his forehead in classic suffering.
"Sylvester, my friend," Arlene purred, "this is no time for theatrics. You know as well as I do that you could buy the Empire State Building and it wouldn't dent your finances one iota. Besides, you must think of the expenses I have incurred and the danger in bringing her to New York." This was all part of the game and they played each time she came. Sylvester knew she hadn't spent a dime and would only have to pay the hotel bill when the unfortunate girl disappeared, but he had respect for her haggling and played his part in the game.
"I know, my dear, and I am willing to help you in this matter, but I must watch my expenses. The last one cost me a great deal and I did not receive nearly as much as I paid for her. It was a bust all the way around."
Arlene knew that he had at least doubled his money after taking four weeks of fucking for himself and including all expenses of smuggling her out of New York and into South America. She also could detect that when she had dropped the statement about her being a blonde American, it had won the battle. She would get her price and perhaps more. A plan began forming in her mind as she watched the concerned look on Sylvester's face. He wanted this girl and Arlene now just had to put him in the position where his decision would be made under more emotional circumstances. She knew his weakness of desire to humiliate and if she could arrange it so that the girl would be in a helpless position, defenseless against his lust, she could sell her on the spot for a tremendous amount of money.
"I understand your concern, my dear Sylvester," Arlene said, still turning the thought over in her mind. "One should never buy without seeing the merchandise first. I think I can arrange this."
This was a new approach and Sylvester suddenly sensed that this clever American woman was up to something. He changed his tone and spoke more softly.
"Now, now, my darling Arlene, we needn't go to all that trouble. You know how valuable my time is for me. We can just settle for the same amount we did for the last one, even though she was rather cold. I trust your judgment completely.
"No," Arlene said, sensing his eagerness, "I want you to make the decision after you see her. She may not be worth that much to you and I want only your happiness. I won't accept a dime more than you think she is worth. Unless, of course," she added slyly, "your opinion doesn't suit the real value of this girl, but I don't think a man with your good eye will make that mistake."
Sylvester knew the bargaining was over as he detected a note of finality in Arlene's last statement. He knew she had something this time of she wouldn't be so certain as to give him a preview of the cunt he would undoubtedly buy. He knew also, that he would probably have to pay a high price for the pussy she had for him. Well, he would take a look. He had been doubling his money on the others she had brought him, and perhaps he could do even better with this one. He might even get her down to a lower price than before. At any rate, he gloated to himself after Arlene had left, he could hardly wait to get his hands on a blonde American bitch. He hadn't had one in almost a year but he could still remember the pleasure he had in converting her reluctant mind to accept his perverted sex acts. In fact, he had been forced to almost kill her first. He hoped this blonde would prove to be much more receptive.
CHAPTER FIVE
Barbara Sterling stirred restlessly on the crumpled bed. Her eyes fluttered open and fought with the darkness that filled the thick stale air of the shabby room. Strange odors assailed her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle slightly. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the salty, lemon flavor of the sticky cum pasted around them.
Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and followed her body lying on the bed below. It was an unusual position to be in, she thought to herself through the haze that still dimmed her mind.
Her nightgown was bunched almost around her neck and she could see the twin peaks of her titties lying loosely between her eyes and the rest of her body. Her legs were spread wide apart as though in invitation to get fucked.
After a moment it came to her. The dream! That dream she had; it had all seemed so real!
The memory of it began flickering across her mind as though she were watching a slightly out of focus movie. Her cunt and tits hurt terribly.
She smoothed her hands carefully up to her big boobies, touching them gently. She moaned, they were so tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her belly to her open thighs. She groaned again, as her fingers toucheed tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her pussy. Her finger moved carefully around the red sensitive opening, the tips becoming wet from the wet sticky cum that oozed in streams from it, wetting the crack of her ass-cheeks and the sheets underneath.
Had Bill really been here? The dim form that remained in her memory had fucked and sucked every part of her body had seemed so real. It had all seemed so real. Had she finger-fucked herself?
It was possible she had. She had masturbated before after dates with Bill, but never like this. She had never gone to this extreme even in her wildest moments of passion. Could her own hands have probed so deep into her cunt and left this hot wet cum pool that seemed to completely fill her twat? Could her fingers have made her gush forth so many times in climax to soak the sheets beneath her the way they were now? It had to be. There was no other explanation. She had gone completely out of her mind in her dream and had fucked her own body, believing it was actually Bill screwing her. She had done these things with her own hands and her body had reacted like that of a dirty bitch in heat!
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a gentle knocking on the door. A voice called softly from outside.
"Barbara! Barbara, pet, time to get up."
Barbara recognized Arlene's voice and suddenly anxious and embarrassed pulling down her nightie and rising from the bed.
"Just a minute, I'm getting up now." she called back.
"Never mind, Barbara, I'm going to my room and get ready. I'll see you for dinner in an hour. Dress pretty, I've a surprise place for dinner tonight."
"Alright, Arlene," Barbara answered, relief flooding her features. "I'll knock on your door when I'm ready.
Barbara turned on the light and looked at the rumpled bedcovers. Well, she thought, as her eyes saw the large round wet spot where her ass-cheeks had lain. I really had myself a fucking time. I masturbated and I can't change that. After all, I shouldn't feel guilty about something I couldn't control.
The warm spray of the shower felt good rolling down over her body. She washed carefully the insides of her thighs and ass, almost reluctant to wash away the sticky still warm cum from her soft pussy hair. As her fingers moved up and down the warmth of the narrow twat-gash between her legs, cleansing it of the almost dry liquid, the visions of Bill's shadowy face smashed tightly between her spread thighs ran through her mind. Her middle finger duplicated his lashing tongue that had flicked through her throbbing pussy lips. Barbara had to catch herself to withdraw her fucking finger from her twat.
"I'm becoming a sex maniac just because of a dream. Oh, how I wish Bill were here!"
She combed out her long blonde silken hair before the mirror, letting it drape loosely down over her shoulders.
"Yes, indeed, " she thought to herself, that looks nice enough Arlene said to look lovely, and after my little fuck orgy, I guess this is the best I can do.
She heard Arlene's familiar voice outside the door, calling her to join her downstairs at the desk when she was finished.
"Barbara, you look just magnificent tonight, I must say." Arlene beamed at her as she descended the steps a few moments later. This made Barbara feel good. She needed something as a morale booster now and a compliment from another woman was just the thing. She always felt it was more sincere coming from another woman as they had nothing to gain by lying to you. It was good to start an evening with this kind of feeling. She handed her key to the surly looking desk clerk, not even looking at him. The look he had given her, up and down her body, when he had brought the coffee had not been forgotten and she decided that ignoring him completely was the best way to handle him.
Joseph grinned to himself as Barbara disdainfully passed the keys to him. The last time he had seen that pretty face, it was contorted in passion and she was begging him to fuck her. He wondered, smiling to himself, how those lipstick covered lips had tasted when she had awakened. Arrogant cunt, she probably hadn't ever sucked a prick so she didn't even know what it was. Well, he would take care of that little thing before she left the Hotel Bennett.
Joseph wondered what Barbara would say if she knew she was carrying his hot cum load in that little belly of hers. She might just come back for more prick he laughed to himself as he watched them descend the steps to the front door.
Barbara sipped contentedly on her third dry manhattan. She was happy, sitting high above New York overlooking the lights of the bay in the delightful restaurant Arlene had chosen for them. She wondered if she shouldn't call the Americana and have Bill come and get her. The "wet" dream she had realistically experienced this afternoon had made up her mind for her. It had even given her a feeling of confidence. She knew now she could enjoy bodily pleasures and if Bill could ever become the kind of lover he was in her dreams, then a whole new world was open to them. She took another deep sip from the smooth drink contemplating excitedly the full fuck life they could have sharing each other.
"You look a thousand miles away, Barbara," Arlene said, smiling at her across the table. "I hope my company isn't boring you."
"Oh, no, Arlene," Barbara said apologetically, "I love being her with you. In fact, you may not know it but being with you has changed my whole way of thinking."
"That's quite a statement, my dear," the older woman replied, an amused tone in her voice, "I think you're being a little dramatic about it."
"No, I'm not. I mean it. I really do." Barbara said. She didn't want to hurt Arlene's feelings. She had done so much for her just being around to help. The small things she had done, like getting her to a hotel and being there to talk to in the bus terminal, had taken her mind off her problem long enough for her to relax and look at it again from a different viewpoint then before. And, of course, leaving her alone this afternoon had been the turning point. If she hadn't been in such a relaxed mood, she probably would never have masturbated in her sleep, and consequently never realized just how much she needed her husband.
"Then you must tell me about this great change that I've brought about without even knowing it." Arlene said lightly but with understanding. "My impression is that you've got all that life could offer someone so young and pretty."
Barbara was grateful for the sincerity in the older woman's voice and felt that she did owe her an explanation. Besides, she was bursting to talk with someone about it and there just couldn't be a more understanding person in the world than Arlene. She felt so close and so dependent on her at this moment.
Barbara hurriedly gulped the rest of her drink, wondering how she could explain without going too far. After all, she didn't want even Arlene to know everything. It was too embarrassing and made her feel like such a child.
"May I have another drink," she asked.
"Of course you may, I'll join you." Arlene signaled the waiter who returned within moments with their re-fills. Barbara took a large sip, feeling the smooth liquid hit bottom and bolstering her courage. They were beginning to have their effect. She could feel the light-headed sensation calming her fears even before she had finished the last one.
"Barbara, you seem hesitant," Arlene said, reaching across the table and touching her hand warmly. "If it's something you had rather not talk about, then don't. I just thought I might be able to help."
"Oh, no, it's not that important," Barbara said blushing slightly, not knowing quite how to begin. "It's just about a dream I had this afternoon while you were conducting your business."
"Well, tell me, Barbara, you know it sometimes helps to talk to someone else about your problems. I think we know each other well enough by now to share our troubles."
Barbara referred again to her horrible wedding night and then about the dream she had in which Bill had made love to her.
"It was beautiful, Arlene. If making love were always like that, I know I would never deny Bill my body again. It just seems as though everything he did to me was right and I felt so wonderful and so free to return his love. I gave him everything I had and I still wanted to give more."
There was a long pause, until Barbara finally said with a shrug of her shoulders, "Well, that's all, you've heard the story of my whole love life. I guess it seems so silly to a woman like you who's lived as much as you have."
"Quite the contrary, my dear, I think it's a beautiful story and I hope it turns out the way you think it will."
"I just know it's going to be wonderful, Arlene. Bill is here in New York right now, I'm sure, at the Americana. Right after dinner, I'm going to call him and have him pick me up. I want him to meet you!"
"You mean your husband is here in New York right now?" Arlene asked, concern suddenly showing on her face. This could drastically interfere with her plans for this naive little bitch.
"Why, yes, I sent him a telegram from the bus station before I even met you. Is there anything wrong?" Barbara was afraid Arlene had suddenly become ill, she looked so strange.
"No, no, Barbara," Arlene choked, "Just a slight wave of nausea, it happens sometimes when I drink too much. Don't worry. I'll be alright in just a moment."
It was difficult for Arlene to finish her dinner. She knew she had some fast thinking to do if she was to save her investment. She had not counted on this complication even though she had known that Barbara was married. But she hadn't known that her husband was here at this moment. Somehow she had to destroy this little bitch in the eyes of her husband and at the same time Sylvester to the point where he would be willing to pay almost anything to fuck her.
They finished dinner almost in silence. Barbara said a few words of consolation to Arlene about her discomfort but also could see she did not feel like talking at the same time. It appeared as though she had problems also and she would have given anything if she could have helped the woman as she had been so kind and understanding to her. She did not want to bring it up as she felt so young and helpless compared to Arlene's maturity, and knew that if there was anything she could do, Arlene would tell her.
"Could I impose on you to see me back to the hotel?" Arlene asked. "And, I don't think you should call your husband now. It's too soon. Wait until tomorrow. Hell appreciate you more!"
Later in the taxi on the way back to the hotel, Arlene apologized.
"I'm so sorry, Barbara that I feel this way. I had intended to take you out and show you some of the night New York night life after dinner but I just couldn't do it now."
"You've been so wonderful already, Arlene," Barbara answered, still feeling helpless that she couldn't help the older woman. "Perhaps if you feel better tomorrow night, we could do the town together. You would love Bill, and I know he would adore you."
"Yes, I think that would be better. I'm certain I can get away tomorrow evening. These spells seldom last more than one night. But we had better go now."
Barbara noticed the lusty leer of Joseph behind the desk as he gave them their keys for the room. His look had a knowing familiarity about it that she didn't like. Worse, he had rubbed his hand closely over hers when he had given her the key and his small, greedy eyes seemed to undress her again as they had when he had delivered the coffee earlier. She shuddered thinking about his greasy dirty appearance as she bid Arlene goodnight and locked the door of her room behind her. How awful it would be to have those oily, greasy hands crawling over her body, she thought to herself. How do the women he fucks stand it.
Barbara thought about the cleanliness of Bill and how good his smooth well developed body would feel against hers tomorrow night. She felt like calling him now and having him come over here where the dream had happened, and on the same bed that her body had come to know for the first time the joys of fucking, even if it had only been a dream.
But Arlene had said not to, and Barbara respected Arlene's opinion. Very well, she'd wait until tomorrow before she called Bill. It would make the pleasure of their fuck-session that more intense. In a state of great expectations, Barbara fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Arlene MacGregor paced the floor of her room, finally formulating a plan of action. She had thought carefully about the things Barbara had told her during dinner, particularly the part about the dream. Several other of the young girls she had abducted had told a similar story about such dreams. They always occurred when she had left them alone at the hotel. That bastard Joseph has been sampling my cunts, she thought angrily to herself. Under normal circumstances, she would have reported him immediately to Sylvester or another of her contacts and they would have taken care of the matter by quietly dumping his body in the river, but with this new development of Barbara's husband being in New York already, she would need his help. He wouldn't dare refuse when she confronted him with her knowledge of his fucking her girls. She might even let him have another screw with Barbara. That should keep him happy.
She pressed the service button by her bed and waited patiently until she heard his light knock at the door.
"Do you want something, Mrs. MacGregor?" he said as she opened it wide, motioning for him to enter.
Joseph sensed that something was wrong when Arlene MacGregor invited him inside. She had never paid much attention to him before and he stepped into the room reluctantly, taking the seat she pointed to.
Arlene stood in the center of the room looking down at him for a long moment. Joseph lowered his eyes. He didn't know how to deal with such a woman. She was a high-class dame and her very presence made him nervous. She must know about his little fuck parties with her girl friends. This could be the only reason she was looking at him like this.
"Was Barbara horny enough today, Joseph?" she said coldly, still staring straight down at him.
There was a long silence and Joseph didn't speak. He was frightened. He knew her underworld connections and what could be done to him if she just gave the word. He would have no one to turn to, he was just a poor man without friends. He kept his eyes lowered to the floor, afraid to speak. There was no one to defend him.
"I asked you a question, Joseph. Was she hot and horny?" Arlene repeated, almost enjoying watching Joseph squirm. He deserved it, the bastard, having such a good screw time with her property. He might have damaged Barbara's pussy playing his little games.
"I, I don't know what you mean," he finally answered slowly, raising his eyes slightly from the floor but still not looking directly in her eyes.
"You sniveling little prick," she spat at him vindictively, "You know very well what I mean!"
"But I don't understand," Joseph said. "Why do you become so angry and talk this way. Haven't I always been of good service?"
"Yes, yes, you have," Arlene's tone changed to one of soft understanding. She knew she would have to be more gentle with him or he would never admit to anything. She was frightening him too much and this would never do, but she didn't have much time to put her plan into operation and this would require his help or she would never succeed before the girl called her husband.
"I'm not angry with you, Joseph," Arlene continued, speaking slowly, and addressing him now in respectful tones as she would another business associate. "Joseph, I need your help."
Joseph looked up at her, not certain whether he had heard correctly. Was this some kind of trick she was playing on him to get him to confess? Then she would turn him over to some of the gangsters that worked for her and he would be killed!
"Mrs. MacGregor, I know my place. I didn't do the things you accuse me of. I have my duties to perform here, I have no time for other things."
"Joseph, you must understand that I am not going to have you harmed in any way. I just need your help. How would you like to fuck the little blonde girl again?" Arlene smiled at him and said this last sentence slowly so that it would sink into his mind. She was certain he had enjoyed it, otherwise, Barbara would not have given such glowing descriptions of the sensations she had experienced in her so-called dream.
"How do I know that you're not pulling a gag on me, to get me to confess to something I haven't done?" Joseph also spoke slowly. His intuition told him that this rich lady really did need his help and she needed it badly. Otherwise, she could turn to any number of very important people here in New York to do the favor for her. She must have to keep it a close secret that was not to be known outside the hotel. Perhaps, just perhaps, if he played it right, he could benefit well from her difficult problem. He was important, but not a fool.
Arlene could see the change of expression on his face. He had looked at her alertly, for the first time, and looked into her eyes.
Arlene knew that Joseph was bad. Perhaps she had just better put her foot down now before he got too far out of line.
"Listen you stupid prick! I can have you killed anytime I wish. I know now what you've been doing to these poor defenseless girls while I've been away from the hotel and I think you had better admit it to me before I call my ah-friends." Desperation was apparent in her voice and Joseph sensed this. Whatever it was that she needed, was extremely important and she needed him to help her accomplish it. He eyed her more confidently.
"You're wrong," he spoke with pretended hurt in his voice. "I must go now!"
"Joseph, stay where you are," He could almost detect a pleading note in the tone of her voice now. "I need some assistance and can make it well worth your while to help me."
"What do you want me to do?" Joseph asked slyly. He would find out how important this favor really was and then dicker for the price.
Arlene outlined to him briefly the part she wanted him to play, leaving out the most important factors that would give give away the true reason for her plan. She didn't dare to divulge it all to him. She knew he would demand a price that would cut her profit down considerably, and she expected quite a profit from Sylvester if her plan worked. It had to work, it was her only chance.
Joseph listened intently to Arlene MacGregor and his part in the plan. She tried to sound casual as she described to him the details of the act he was to perform, but he knew now beyond all doubt from the concern in her eyes that there was so much more to it than she was telling him. She was going to a lot of trouble to merely humiliate this girl. There must be something else to it, it sounded much more complicated than she described.
"How much will this man pay to see her fucked?" he asked, attempting to draw more of the story from her.
"He will pay a great deal if you and your friend follow instructions. He-likes to see a woman raped and is willing to pay for it."
"But it's dangerous and if the police find out, it will mean a long prison term for myself and my friend. The blonde girl will also be a witness. She will know who all of us are and be able to identify us for the authorities."
"Don't worry about the girl as a witness, Joseph, our friend who wants this little orgy will take care of that part later. All you and your friend must do is to hold her here tomorrow and then deliver her where I tell you, but your timing must be absolutely perfect, and, of course, you may have your little fuck session like you did before, but no rough stuff. I want her perfect for tomorrow night."
"And how much money do I receive for this?" Joseph asked, knowing in advance that whatever figure she first offered would be a pittance compared to what she would receive. He knew she was a flesh peddler and that the right timing had something to do with a sale of the girl's body.
"You will half, and the gentleman is willing to pay three hundred dollars. That would be one hundred and fifty dollars, for you which is more than you make in two weeks of working here."
"A girl like that is worth four thousand dollars to some in New York." Joseph watched her expression change as he made this statement. He knew by the sudden frustration that crossed over her face, that he could almost name his own price now. She wanted this done tomorrow night and he knew it would be impossible for her to arrange it with someone else in that time. This meant the plans would have to be completed tonight or for some reason it would be too late. Obviously, Arlene MacGregor had already arranged to sell the blonde girl and without his help, she might not be able to sell the girl.
Arlene was afraid that Joseph had figured the whole thing out. She also knew she was in no position to argue with him too much and that speed was of the greatest importance if the plans were to be completed before Barbara's husband arrived.
"All right, you bastard, six hundred dollars and no more." Arlene spat at him in desperation. "This is my final offer and you had better accept or I'll make you wish you had never been born!"
Joseph smiled to himself as he heard the frustration in her voice. He knew the price was open now and that he had gained the upper hand. This may be the chance he was looking for. He had worked as a lowly hotel clerk too long already. It was time he became a business man and flesh-peddling was an excellent business. He had to play his hand carefully in order not to upset his plans.
"You are kind, Mrs. MacGregor. The price sounds too high. I think we should wait until the work is done before we make the bargain. I don't want to be overpaid."
"Then I have your promise to help?" Arlene asked, a smile of relief showing on her face.
"Yes you have, Mrs. MacGregor. I will do whatever you say provided I am treated fairly after the job is finished."
"Okay," Arlene beamed. This had been easier than she had expected. She would give him a small tip after it was over and if he gave her any trouble, she was certain Sylvester would take care of him.
"A drink to our mutual transaction," Joseph said, looking at her with his penetrating stare. He knew exactly what she was thinking and counted on her over-confidence to reveal the entire set-up. Right now, he had to go along with her. It would be taking a chance with this haughty cunt who considered him slightly above the level of a pigeon but he had to try now while she needed him. There was only one way to do this, and that was to fuck her senseless before he left her bedroom. There was nothing better in the world than to dirty her cunt by shooting a hot stream of his cum up into that hot cunt of hers. That would convince her she was no better than he was. Arlene suddenly detected the bold change in his voice. It represented a certain unmistakable suggestiveness that suddenly made her sick to her stomach. It took several seconds before what this pig's voice had so subtly implied, but one look at his face and there was no question what he had meant.
He wanted her to allow him to fuck her!
This sniveling creep wanted her to submit to his filthy cock! The thought of rubbing bodies with this garbage sitting before her nauseated her. His despicable pock-marked face and yellow decaying teeth sickened her, and now he had the nerve to expect her to fuck him. She restrained herself from screaming at him to get the hell out. He had agreed to assist her and she couldn't afford to lose him now.
"I'm tired, Joseph, perhaps we can get together another time when we've completed our assignment," she smiled sweetly, hiding her contempt as best as she could.
Joseph looked at her, and she knew she had failed. She felt as though he were looking straight into her mind and was sensing every thought. Perhaps she shouldn't have called him into this, she had misjudged him. He was clever, and she knew she wasn't going to get out of this as cheaply as she had thought.
"We had better screw now, Mrs. MacGregor." he said, rising from the chair and pouring them two large glasses of the bourbon she had sitting on the dresser.
Arlene stood frozen in the middle of the room, not taking her eyes from him as he handed her the glass.
"Drink your booze," Joseph commanded, raising his glass to his lips that were now curled in a lusty half-smile.
Arlene found herself lifting the glass to her lips almost in a daze, her haughtiness vanishing. She was shaking slightly, fully aware of the fact, that she had lost control of the situation and that she had to put up with his insolence or lose Sylvester, her best customer, and this was impossible as all her future business plans rested upon his acceptance of her cunts. She drained the glass, feeling the hot liquid sear down her throat, softening for the moment the impact of the sudden change of events.
Joseph reached for the bottle and poured her another.
"I think you'll need this, we have many pains to make if we are to succeed in our little business venture. It won't be easy without total cooperation between us. Don't you agree?" he said triumphantly.
Arlene nodded numbly, taking the glass as he passed it to her, and pouring another large gulp down her throat. She felt as though she would scream if this pig touched her but she knew it was coming and had to deaden her senses. Things had gone too far now to turn back and she just couldn't afford to lose Sylvester's loyalty as a client, in order to save it. It meant her reputation and that was all one had in this business. Either you delivered if you had promised to do so, or suddenly found you had no customers for your girls. It was that simple and she knew it too well.
Joseph knew at the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He was going to fuck this high-class cunt and there was nothing she could or would do to stop him. He had drained all fight from her because she needed him and would do anything he demanded in order to insure his help. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop slowly to the floor. His hard, erect fuck-stick stood out from his body throbbing straight at her. His cock looked like a telephone pole growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair, as with one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding prick head. It grew jerkily in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flap of flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained locked on his dark growing pecker. His excitement flared as he saw the helpless fear rising in her eyes. It would be more fun that with the blonde cunt.
This pussy would be conscious of the things he was going to do to he!
It would be he who was bringing forth the moans of pleasure and pain this time and not some ghost lover that would receive the credit for his fuck prowess. It was his fuck-stick, which would be felt when he drove it deep into the soft unprotected twat of this high-class bitch.
"Get undressed," Joseph hissed at her. "Or shall I undress you?"
Arlene moved, she couldn't stand the thought of this animal touching her. She undid the buttons of her dress at the back, wriggled it off her shoulders, down over her lush full hips and stepped out of it. She could feel Joseph's lewd eyes devouring her ripe mature body but she didn't dare look at him. She was still well built and solid for a woman of thirty-five and kept herself in good condition by daily exercises. She pulled her slip up over her head and let it limply slither to the floor at her feet with the dress. She suddenly for the first time in years, felt extremely defenseless and naked. She was grateful for the bourbon that had deadened her sense.
Joseph had removed his clothes except for the dirty white socks that had large holes in the heels. His dark skin clung tightly to his thick rib cage; his long thick prick jutted menacingly out from his belly.
Arlene shuddered, the thought revolted her of that fat, greasy body crawling across hers, fucking her cunt for its own filthy pleasures. She couldn't do it! Arlene just couldn't let him screw her!
Joseph stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long full roundness of her shapely legs, the huge titties that formed a fleshy valley above her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the tops of the sheer nylon panties. His horny gaze sickened her and she gasped, "Don't touch me, you filthy beast! Don't touch me!"
"It's too late, Mrs. MacGregor," he slurred the "Mrs." contemptuously, grasping her shoulders with his hands, the strong fingers digging harshly into her skin. "We have our plans for this blonde girl to think about!"
"I don't care, I'll find someone else!"
He hovered above her, his eyes cold. They shone into hers lustily, cruel and unyielding, boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands permitted no escape from his hateful gaze.
"No, no, I mean it," the helpless woman whimpered. "I can't let you fuck me!, I just can't!"
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as his arms enveloped her, his lips crushed tightly down against her. The long thick prick pressed hard into her soft yielding belly below. His tongue snaked its way between his yellow decaying teeth wetly into her mouth. She tried to struggle but fear and the bourbon had drained her strength. The thick probing tongue and the heavy smell of garlic and aged sweat gagged her into helplessness. The thick, fat body glued itself to hers tightly, arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider from which there was no escape.
"Please, please don't touch me!" she groaned, a savage rape of an earlier age whirling around her mind, the room spun crazily as he pushed her backwards toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and the force of the their movement sent her sprawling flat on her back, hsi body pinning her tightly together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His prick was trapped there, forcing itself up and down against the thin nylon strip of her panties that covered her pussy. She could feel the wetness of the hard thick fuck-pole sliding in its own cunny-juices against the soft inner hollows of her thighs. His head pressed forcefully against hers, suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the lobe of her ear. She kicked out with her long slender legs attempting to dislodge the painful teeth. His body sank triumphantly between Arlene's legs as they flung open, the fleshy pecker safely imbedded against the protective nylon band. Its hungry cock head throbbed down between the white, round globes of her full white ass-cheeks. His knees held her thighs sadistically apart.
The battle was over, the thought shot through her dazed mind. And now the pain and humiliation are all that's left.
The ceiling whirled above her until suddenly it too was blotted out by Joseph's leering face moving over hers, the mocking eyes laughing at the glazed look of defeat and helpless acceptance of his victory. His groin began a slow grinding motion against her upturned cunny, rubbing the sheer nylon band into the red gash of her pussy. The huge rubbery dong head traced a sticky wet path up and down the length of the smooth wet nylon, pressing against it until the full outline of the fleshy hair-lined twat lips could be felt impressed clearly through it. He ground slowly against the restraining panty band, watching the changing expressions on the face below him. He knew she couldn't stand up to this torment forever. She was the proud kind who could control herself well as long as there were other realities to guide her. He had destroyed those other realities and now there was nothing for her but his body twisting above her. He had dreamed of fucking her like since he had started working at the Hotel Bennett a few years ago. She had always been cold and austere, hiding something deep inside her that had to explode someday given the right circumstances. It needed some kind of spark to ignite that passion that lay buried beyond the reach of most pain. He was patient in his fuck movements and prided himself that he would find the key, he was going to ignite this body as he had the others, only this time it would be he, Joseph, that did it and not dream lovers that played upon fogged minds.
Arlene felt as though she was suffocating. Her long smooth body was pressed tightly into the mattress. She could feel the hot rotating prick forcing itself against the flat smooth twat between her legs. Silky tingling hair of Joseph's legs played against the tender backs of the raised columns of her thighs.
Arlene's unconscious mind fought the torment of the teasing hot fucker, fighting against surrender to it. "Nooo! Nooooo, please," she groaned beneath the grinning mouth, her hips suddenly betraying her resisting mind. They moved in small circles, hardly perceptible at first, but moving, the only reality was the searing fire that burned deep in her scorched belly, the flames licking out from her cunt, crying to be drowned by the tormenting fuck-stick slithering lewdly between her wet pussy.
The highs that had been pressed tightly against his hips in defense suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low animal-like groan her arms snaked around his neck pulling his mouth tightly down to mash wetly against hers. She sucked his tongue deeply into her mouth, soft groaning sounds escaping through the wet, sucking noise. She ground her pussy tightly up his rock hard fuck-stick, attempting to draw it through the thin flimsy material still guarding the wet moist entrance of her fuck-hole. It was hopeless to stick his cock in her, and he lay for a moment savoring her frustration until he too was beyond holding out longer.
He reached between them, ripping the juicy soaked panty band viciously open and guided the throbbing head of his pecker between the now unprotected fleshy folds of her pussy lips. He could feel soft crisp cunny hairs parting before his cock entrance. The blunt tip met resistance for a moment at the entrance to the hot searing cunt passage and then he felt the elastic mouth suddenly give and his long blood-filled whang slithered deep inside with a sudden fury that brought a scream from Arlene's contorted face. His balls slapped flatly against her upturned ass, her cunny was wet and wide open for him and the impact of his thrust drove her thighs even farther apart.
She thought he was going to split her wide open and the battering prick was coming up out of her mouth. She gurgled crazily suddenly wanting it to hurt. She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was for loving fucking this way. She could smell garlic and ancient dried sweat and it excited her till she was practically out of her mind.
The long rampaging fuck-pole that was now buried unmercifully in her cunt, was all those pricks that had fucked her into frigid madness, rolled into one. She fucked her pussy up and down it with wild vengeful strokes attempting to destroy the symbolic cock as it had her. She pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders, wanting to take all the pecker way to the hilt. The maddening slap of his nuts against her shithole drove her to wilder frenzy.
Joseph gloated above, he had made her fuck a man after ten years of prick abstinence.
"Oooooh, OOOoooh," Arlene groaned as the whole whang fucked into her, the frenzy of his screw thrusts driving her ass deep into the squeaking mattress.
"Ooooooohh! Eeeeeeegh!" she screamed as Joseph reached back underneath her grinding ass-cheeks and finding the ass cleft spread open wide, thrust his middle finger up to the second knuckle in her puckered little shithole, causing her feet to jerk erotically in the air above them, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her stockinged feet. Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her ass-hole from her cunny, he could feel the sperm bloated ridge of the bottom of his prick sliding smoothly in and out like a well-oiled piston.
She began streaming words out at him between panting gasps from the pain in her ass-hole.
"Fuck me, Joseph, you bastard! Fuck me good! Split me wide open! Split me!"
Joseph gloatingly shoved a second finger in Arlene, sinking both all the way to the palm of his hand. He dug them cruelly into the soft fleshy ass-cheeks passage. Arlene jerked up, her ass rising several inches off the bed, to escape the sudden second intrusion in her shithole. But Joseph had timed it well, and rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance, driving his prick deep into her cunt. As she bucked down to keep the rock hard pecker from ripping straight through her, she screwed herself down hard on the ass-probing fingers. She was hopelessly pinned between the fingers and dong and groaned helplessly as he ground them both deep inside her. The juices of her pulsating pussy ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the fingers now sunk fist deep up her straining ass-hole.
Arlene strained back under him, arching her loins against the grinding assault on her cunt and pooper. She moaned constantly, her heAD rolling from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of tingling shocks that zoomed through it half in pain and half in pleasure.
Joseph moved the fingers around inside her, she jerked and then screwed her ass-cheeks back on them, grunting as the pain slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual ravishing of her two fuck-holes. A masochistic pleasure slowly replaced the searing pain that raced from her filled pussy to the top of her head.
"Uuuughh!" she grunted as he began fucking her in rhythm between his hand and giant growing pecker. He could feel it expanding with each thrust down the wet, hot twat passage, it's lust fed by the very hopelessness of the woman squirming beneath him.
Arlene could feel the fuck-stick growing inside her battered cunt. The giant cock head seemed like an unrelenting fist beating into her mercilessly. The fingers tore inhumanly at her raw torn shithole, giving her no respite from the growing pleasure building deep in her pussy.
"Harder, harder, fuck harder, you pig, fuck harder," she chanted in rhythm to his long hard dick strokes. She wanted to be torn in two. She wanted to be ripped. Great huge waves of delicious feeling raced through her. Her entire body was like an expanding balloon, growing, growing, ready to burst. Arlene sucked wildly on the tongue flicking into her mouth, she was filled with prick again, every entrance to her tingling body was being fucked again. This was all that was real, there was nothing else, as suddenly with a grunt from deep in her throat, great floods of hot cunt juice began throbbing from the walls of her pussy, streaming out in gushes over Joseph's balls and trapped hand screwing between the cleft of her ass. It felt as though her very insides were coming out with the shooting cum. Arlene gave one long low scream, throwing her legs high into the air and as wide apart as they would go to give the still fucking prick and hand greater access. She thrust her twat at him with brutal force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still pumping pecker. Juices flowed still from the quivering pussy as her nostrils flared and one long last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her lungs as though she had collapsed under him, her body quivering uncontrollably as the after-cum sensations floated her down from the climax she had reached.
Joseph sensed her orgasm and drove his cock deep inside her legs shot out, waving on either side of his body. He could feel the hot jet sperm begin in his huge balls and race headlong down the length of his pulsating cockhead, spewing wildly out the prick into the depths of her womb, filling her completely and overflowing with her own twat juices out the hair covered lips of her contracting cunny. He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the boiling cum into her still quivering cunt, then he collapsed across her prostrated body.
After a few minutes, Joseph arose from Arlene's unmoving body, his limp prick slipping with a sucking noise out of the sperm-filled pussy between her open legs.
"You will make an excellent fuck partner, Mrs. MacGregor," he said simply, smiling lewdly down at her still openly spread body. "We will discuss our plans for the little blonde tomorrow."
He dressed quickly and left the room, turning at the door and directing a triumphant gaze at her. Arlene knew she was in no condition to consider anything now. She would think of some way to get back at this pig after she had taken care of Barbara Sterling tomorrow. He would not escape punishment for the indignities he had heaped upon her tonight, she would pay him back a thousand-fold for every drop of his filthy sperm that lay in the hot pool in her womb. She didn't even have the strength left to wash her cunny of this filthy beast's scum.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joseph left Arlene's room an extremely happy man. In less than 24 hours he had had virgin cunt: one who was recently married but who hadn't been properly fucked; the other, a well-seasoned pussy which hadn't been fucked in years. For the first time in his whole miserable, ridiculous life, he felt like a man, and he pranced and preened like one.
Barbara, who had been asleep dreaming of tomorrow and Bill, suddenly bolted up in bed to a sitting position. She had been awakened by a noise in the next room. It sounded like the muffled squeal of an animal being tortured. She thought at first it was a dream but it came again, jarring her to full awareness.
Something was going on in Arlene's room. Other muffled sounds were echoing through the walls as well. Sounds that were not familiar to her but seemed to be cries of terror and pleading. She looked at her watch. It was only a little after I o'clock. She had not been asleep two hours, though it had seemed like she had had eight full hours of sleep.
She sat still on the bed listening. She didn't want to make a fool of herself if nothing was wrong. It could be that Arlene was having a nightmare. There was silence for a long moment and then another sound, this time of movement. It sounded as though something were being thrown on a bed. She could not be certain. The walls to the room were of solid stone like all old buildings and the connecting door was of heavy mahogany. It made them almost soundproof.
Without turning on the light, she groped her way through the darkness to the door, pressing her ear tightly against it to see if she could hear anything. There was the unmistakable sound of movement. She thought also she could hear whimpering, but she couldn't tell for certain. She hesitated for a moment, not certain what to do. Certainly if something were drastically wrong, Arlene would call out. Her hand was frozen on the door knob as she waited silently, unable to make up her mind what to do.
A long low moan suddenly was heard from the other side. This convinced Barbara, Arlene might be ill and unable to move. She hadn't been feeling too well when they had returned from dinner and it might be serious. She would just take a quick look quietly so as not to disturb her if nothing were seriously wrong.
She silently turned the key in the door and opened it carefully. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim glow of the bed lamp. Then her heart leaped into her throat!
There was Arlene and a man fucking her.
He was raping her! He had her pinned to the bed and was pulling her legs open. Barbara was frozen. She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable. She started to shake uncontrollably and bit down hard on the back of her hand to keep from crying out. She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly. She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to help. He might kill them both.
She watched horrified, unable to move, as Arlene struggled beneath the man. Barbara had a good view of them. Their feet were pointing almost directly at her, not more than ten feet away. She couldn't see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a dirty pair of socks with holes in the heels. He was swarthy complexioned.
Arlene had her ankles locked tightly together and he was trying to get his feet between hers, but she was righting him. The man's head suddenly bobbed down and a squeal came from Arlene, her legs jerking out in the air. Barbara could see the man's body fall between the long white shapely legs, forcing them apart. From her position, she could see hiw huge hard prick stuck tightly against the wide open cunt of the struggling woman and rub lewdly against the white crotch of the panties she still wore.
The fuck-stick was huge. She had never seen a cock before, not even Bill's. She had felt him when he had brutally raped her but she had not seen his whang. How could a woman take such a huge monster, it seemed it would split Arlene in half. It lay menacingly like a great bull's along the gash of her crotch, the two round dong balls dangling down wickedly. She could see the foreskin slipping back as he slid it down along her wide-spread asscheeks, the red blood-filled dong head bursting forth lewdly.
Barbara stood transfixed, unable to take her eyes from the lascivious scene in front of her. Arlene had suddenly stopped struggling. Her body was now gyrating in a different manner. It almost seemed to be searching for the mighty prick. The man suddenly reached down and she saw his hand grasp the flimsy silk band of the panties, ripping it away. She could see clearly the exposed hair covered twat gash between Arlene's opened thighs. The narrow red slit glistened and Barbara could make out mouth-shaped lips of her pussy that seemed even from this distance stretched so obscenely apart. She thought she could see the twat contracting, opening and closing.
The man's hand reached down, grasping the long hard pecker and raised his ass-cheeks high in the air, poising its bulbous prick head between the sucking mouth of Arlene's cunt. Barbara watched horrified as the muscles of his ass suddenly tensed and drove brutally downward, sinking the fuck-pole all the way into the wet cunt gaping until only a tiny little stretch of it showed, moist and glistening, beneath his balls. She winced as she heard the smack of his loins against hers, it hit with such force. Arlene's weird scream pierced through Barbara's ears like the cry of a wounded beast, her stocking feet curling in pain.
Barbara's heart pounded until she was certain they could hear it clear across the room. She pressed one hand tightly to her titties as though to eradicate the sound.
The figures on the bed were still for a moment, then the man began a slow rocking motion over the helpless woman below him. He withdrew the thick fleshy cock, sliding out for several inches, then rammed forward again, holding it there. He withdrew again until the underside of the prick head was visible to the hypnotized Barbara. Her mouth dropped open in disbelief as she watched Arlene's long legs wrap suddenly around his hips, her heels tight against the cheeks of his ass, straining to pull him back inside her. The cords on the inside of her thighs flexed tightly as she pushed her soft fur covered pussy back up over the pistoning prick. Her ass-cheeks lifted several inches off the bed as she struggled upward desperately trying to absorb the whole thick pecker back into the fleshy pink folds of her hungry pussy. A wet vulgar sound drifted across the room as Arlene slithered up the pricks full length. Her flexing ass began a rhythmic beat up and down the long smooth fuck-pole, the soft hairy balls slapping in time against the faintly puckered shithole below.
Arlene yelled filthy words at the man as she squirmed homily in the throes of passion beneath him, words that Barbara had only heard spoken in whispers. Forbidden words that still brought a guilty sensuality to her merely, because they were forbidden. They beat ceaselessly into the stunned girl's mind who was shocked at the sudden change in the woman on the bed. The quiet dignified Arlene that seemed too aloof from this sexy kind of thing, her friend who was her strength since they had met at the bus terminal. Oh, Jezus, if it should only happen to her, if she could be driven into delirious submission to a man she had fought so strenuously a moment before, it could happen to Barbara. She felt a definite thrill shoot through her twat.
Barbara watched thunder-struck, as again the man's hand curled beneath Arlene's screwing ass-cheeks and the tip of his middle finger circled tantalizingly in the tightly puckered shithole. It played there for a long teasing moment, and suddenly brought another tortured moan from the twisting body beneath as it slipped through the fleshy ass ring and disappeared inside. Legs kicked out again, another tormented squeal with toes curling, and then the legs locked again, fucking viciously against the finger and the prick.
Barbara was shaking violently now and with all her effort shut the door silently and groped her way in panic back to the bed. She pulled the covers tightly up over her head to attempt to shut out the lewd sounds coming now in screams through the walls. It was hopeless, gasps of pain and pleasure filtered through, filling her tortured ears. The squeak of bedsprings merged with the pictures of the tangled legs in her mind, igniting again a tiny smoldering spark in her pussy.
As if in a dream, her own hands began to involuntarily massage the straining nipples of her titties, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt as though she would rip them loose from the white quivering tit mounds. Barbara groaned and turned over on her belly, pressing her clitty tightly into the mattress, attempting to relieve the burning fire that was suddenly raging in her twat.
Her hands, burrowed down between her body and the bed and groped at the throbbing mass of her pussy hair. Her legs spread open, a foot dangling on either side of the wide bed. She could feel her own wet gash palpitating against the tips of her fingers which drew the narrow fringe furrow open, exposing the lips of her pulsating cunt to the warm air underneath. With a groan, she sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the flooding cunny mouth. She held her breath, relieved for the moment, but it was only a short moment. The fire burned more intensely, demanding more to feed its passionate hunger. She inserted another finger, drawing her knees up to a kneeling position, with her ass-cheeks high in the air. The squeak of the bedsprings became more violent through the wall and she crammed her fingers into the moistness of her pussy in time to the maddening rhythm of the fucking couple in the next room.
The pictures in her mind of their screwing bodies drove her on and she rocked back on her knees against her fingers, fucking them deeper into her twat. She could see his huge thick glistening prick ramming its way into Arlene's cunt, sinking through the soft pussy hair like a greased tree trunk. Her hands became that pecker and her gasps began to match that of the fucking bodies in the adjacent room. She wanted everything Arlene was getting, she wanted to be split, too, she wanted to be fucked. Oh, how she wished Bill were here now pumping his own cum filled pecker into her hot, soaking screw passage. The fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the thick fuck-stick ravishing Arlene, she had to have more but there was nothing but the fingers. In desperation, she reached up over her asscheeks with her other hand, searched the moist cleft, and rammed a finger deep into the puckered shithole between her luscious ass-cheeks. She gasped as in her haste a fingernail dug into the fleshy walls sending a sharp jolt of pain through her trembling body. She lay silent for a moment and then took up the rhythm of the bedsprings again, her upper body braced against the top of her head, digging into the mattress.
Her white, huge titties hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously against the sheet as they swayed beneath her kneeling body. Sensuous tingles of darting pleasure raced through her body as she pictured herself under the nameless fucking prick with the dirty white socks. Her face blushed crimson as she felt herself cuming with a great orgasm. She hung for a moment on the edge of cum release, her whole body vibrated and then the white hot cunt juice gushed from around her screwing fingers covering her hand and ran onto the mattress below. She could feel her twat juices running in tiny streams down the inside of her quivering thighs to her knees. A piercing scream sounded through the wall followed by a low male groan signaling that the fury of the fucking couple's savage orgasm had matched her own.
Barbara stayed on her hands and knees for a while, her ass-cheeks still swaying in the air. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her ass-cheeks until the last dying tingles had stilled. At last, she heard the door slam next door jarring her back to consciousness. Her fingers slithered wetly from her throbbing satisfied pussy, and she rolled limply over to her side, the feeling of shame crawling over her. Tomorrow, Bill would be with her to fuck her. Her spent body curled into a fetal ball and welcome sleep blotted out all her confusion and uneasiness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Calling Mr. Sterling, Mr. William Sterling. Calling Mr. Sterling," the bellboy yelled through the shouts of the noises of the crowded hotel lobby. "Message for Mr. Sterling at the information desk."
Bill motioned for the bellboy carrying his bags to follow him and walked toward the booth marked "Information." Bill identified himself, and the short, fat man behind the desk pointed toward a woman standing twenty feet away.
"The lady standing there has requested we page you, Mr. Sterling. Would you please speak with her."
Bill thanked the clerk and walked toward the woman waiting for him. She obviously didn't know who he was as she glanced past him without recognition as he approached her. This was strange, to be met by an unknown person in a city where he had never been before. It must be connected with Barbara and he felt a lump of fear rising in his throat.
He was almost afraid to speak to the woman for fear of being confronted with news of some horrible disaster. He had raised his hopes so much on the bus that things would straighten themselves out between them in New York and it frightened him to think that something may have happened to prevent their getting a second chance. He had a lot to make up to Barbara and found himself praying silently now that she was all right.
He spoke hesitatingly to the woman. "Hello, I'm William Sterling, the man at information said you had me paged."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Sterling, I should have recognized you from Barbara's description, the woman said, smiling at him as though she had known him all her life.
"Then Barbara did send you?" He asked, anxiety apparent in his voice. "Is something wrong? Where is she?"
"Just a moment, young man, don't get carried away. Barbara is fine and waiting for you." She assured him. "I'll explain it all to you on the way to the hotel. A crowded posh hotel is no place to discuss the problems of newlyweds."
Arlene instructed the porter to get them a taxi and they followed him out of the posh hotel. After they were comfortably settled in the back and wending their way through traffic toward the Hotel Bennett, Arlene spoke.
"Please let me introduce myself before I explain why I'm here to meet you. I am Arlene MacGregor, a friend of Barbara's. We met at the bus terminal and took a liking to each other so I have been staying with her. She certainly needed someone to look after her after your little mistake in Atlantic City." she gave Bill a friendly reproachful look, indicating she was teasing and for him not to take her statement too seriously.
"Has Barbara told you everything?" Bill asked, unbelieving. He just couldn't accept the fact, so suddenly, that Barbara had run to a complete stranger and told her that her own husband had raped her on their wedding night.
"Yes, you naughty boy," Arlene chided, "she has done just that. And you are the one to blame for all this, so don't look too harshly on her for discussing your short-comings with me. You should be grateful that we met. I've been able to convince her that it is a common thing among newlyweds to go through this. That's why she wired you to come so soon even though she didn't want to at all."
"Well," Bill answered, looking at Arlene with appreciation, "I appreciate what you've done. I've been worried sick sitting in that hotel room not knowing where Barbara was. I would have gone to the police if that wire had come any later than it did. I was afraid she may have done something desperate. She was quite upset when I stormed out of the room the other night."
"Don't you feel she had reason to be?" Arlene said, turning to him in the seat. "It seems I detect a self-righteous tone in your voice, or is it one of wounded pride?"
"I don't think that is important, Mrs. MacGregor," he answered. "The important thing is not who is right or wrong in this matter, but that we get together and solve it. I've done a lot of foolish things and so has she. We should be about even on that score now."
"Please call me, Arlene," she corrected.
"All right, Arlene, please call me Bill. Now tell me why Barbara didn't meet me, she said in her wire that she would be there." Bill was a bit perplexed about this and had to say something.
"She was just a little hung over from last night," Arlene smiled intimately at him as though confiding a deep secret to him. "And she didn't want to come."
"Hung over? Why, she never drinks." Bill sputtered, ignoring the last statement.
"Oh, she does now," Arlene said. "We had quite a time on the town last night. I thought she would never stop."
"But what brought this on? She said in her note she was going aWay to do some serious thinking, not to live it up."
"I think it was just the pressure, now don't you worry." Arlene patted his knee next to her consolingly. "After all, it's not every girl who gets raped on her wedding night. They might react strangely to it."
"Raped!" Bill almost shouted even though he was only sitting a few feet from the woman. "Is that what she told you?"
"Why yes, of course," Arlene answered, surprise in her voice. "You mean you couldn't tell that night?"
"Well," Bill answered slowly, a tinge of anger beginning to grow in him. "I suppose I didn't satisfy her if that's what you mean, but I haven't even considered rape. I thought it was because I was too rough."
That should be the first thing you do consider, young man, when you make love to a woman. I don't care if you ravish her like a slave, it's making her enjoy being ravished that's important. Barbara wasn't nearly so concerned about your forcing her, she just was disappointed that you knew nothing about the finer points of making love."
Bill blushed, anger rising in him at the older woman's words. So this is what he had come from Atlantic City for, to find out his bride say's he's a lousy lover. This was one thing he would have to talk to Barbara about the first moment he saw her. He could take a lot of things, but having your wife tell perfect strangers something like this was almost too much.
Arlene could see the color of his face changing out of the corner of her eye. Her plan seemed to be working well so far. His manhood was being insulted, and if there was anything a man couldn't stand, it was having his sexual prowess questioned. She knew men well enough by now and they were the same the world over in that particular respect. She intended to use it well on this young immature handsome man, as he was just at the age when it was so important. He was so naive it almost made her laugh. This was going to be a cinch if that fucking Joseph was doing his part.
Arlene finally broke the silence that had persisted for several minutes now. She knew she had hit the sore point and would make the most of it in furthering her little scheme. "I gather you've not had much experience in making love, Bill. Don't you know a man owes it to his wife to learn these things before the wedding night."
Bill thought for a moment before answering. He hadn't wanted to explain anything to her. It was something between he and his wife and no one else he had thought, but obviously Barbara had confided more in her that she had her own husband. Perhaps he could learn a few things from this other woman. She certainly was unlike any other woman he had ever met.
. "Do you think there's a chance, Arlene," he said, a questioning tone detectable in his voice. "I've a lot of making up to do."
"Why, of course, there's a chance. It's never too late or anything," Arlene purred, sensing that soon she would have him in her power and he would follow her advice to the letter.
"What should I say to her? I've been worried sick about this thing and to be perfectly frank, I don't even know where to begin."
"Why don't we stop and have a drink and discuss it quietly before we go to the hotel," she suggested. "Barbara won't be awake for several hours yet and I think I can give you some valuable advice, young man. After all, we older women are supposed to be experts at this sort of thing."
"Good," Bill replied, obviously relieved. It would give him more time for preparing himself for the meeting with Barbara, and Arlene might have some useful ideas.
Arlene directed the driver to take them to a small quiet bar not too far from the hotel and instructed him to wait across the street with Bill's luggage.
The bar was dark and cool inside and Bill was happy to get in from the hot sun that was beginning to bring the temperature up to an unbearable level. He had never liked heat and had argued with Barbara about coming to New York in July. He had heard it was impossible this time of year, but, as usual, she had not listened to him.
Arlene ordered two tall cool drinks from the waiter who brought them almost immediately. Bill took a long hard sip, sighing at the same time. "Mmmmmm, that was good. I think I needed it." The cool liquid ran refreshingly down his throat, relaxing him from the tension he had built up on the bus worrying about what he would say when he arrived. He felt fortunate. Arlene seemed to have developed Barbara's confidence and also seemed to have given their problems a lot of thought on her own. She just might be able to help him as her understanding of another woman's emotions would probably be much more concise than his own. In fact, he had just about given up trying to understand his wife at all. Perhaps, this older woman was a god-send. At any rate, it could do no harm discussing it with her.
"Now, Bill, let's get down to your problem," Arlene said, after taking a long drink from her glass. "We've got a lot of thinking and planning to do."
"I don't know quite where to begin," Bill said. "It goes all the way back to the time we first started dating and covers all the details in between that time and now. There were a lot of frustrations on both sides, I suppose."
"Well we don't have all day, Bill, you had better just give me the outline so I can understand it a little better from your view point. I've already heard the other side and it doesn't sound too favorable for you."
"Arlene, I'm not going to try and defend myself, if that's what you're expecting. I'm willing to concede that I was completely wrong. I just want to apologize to Barbara the best way I know how and promise it won't happen again. It's too complicated to try and unravel in such a short period of time. We've the rest of our lives to adjust to each other and I'm just going to beg for another chance."
Arlene shook her head, an obvious impatience with what he had just said reflected in her tight lips.
"My dear Bill, if you do that, then you've conceded your position as master of the house for all time to come. No man should put himself in that situation, nor would any woman want it." He took another long swallow from the glass and waved to the waiter for another. Arlene knew it was merely a question of time now.
"A slave in my own home, is that what you mean?" he said, looking straight ahead across the darkened room.
"If that's the way you want to put it," Arlene answered, placing her own hand warmly over his on the table. "You seem so much stronger than she thinks you are, Bill. I feel your only hope is to prove you are."
"Did she say that too?" he asked wryly.
"Well, yes she did. After all, you had many chances before you were married but never pursued them. Barbara said she always felt like a piece of rare china, and that you were afraid of breaking her."
"I suppose I did, there were times when I almost took her bodily, I guess I should have."
"Yes, you should have, my dear, but not like you did in Atlantic City. Women like to be ravished sometimes, but ravished tenderly, or at least, not hurt too much. As I said in the taxi, however you do it, you've got to make a woman enjoy it. Strength alone doesn't do that. You've got to be able to understand when a 'no' means 'yes' and also, when a 'Yes' may sometimes mean 'no'.
"And just how does one know a woman like Barbara's mind? If someone says no, I'm accustomed to it meaning no, and not something else. She's angry now because when she said, No, I didn't take her. In Atlantic City she said yes, and I did take her. How in the hell am I supposed to know what to do and when."
Arlene felt that now was the time to drop her little bomb. He was ready for it and sufficiently worked up that he wouldn't stop to think too strongly about it.
"You could learn what to do when you do take them, my boy. That's the secret. No woman minds being had if she's had correctly."
"And just where and with whom am I to get all this on the job training," Bill said without thinking. "And what about the time? She's waiting for us now."
"I think I can arrange these things," Arlene answered quickly. "I like you and Barbara so much that I can't bear to see your happiness spoiled by a little thing like this. The important thing is that we must have time. I think one night should be sufficient."
"And how am I going to explain not arriving when I said I would?" Bill asked skeptically.
"I have an idea about that, but you must be strong about it," Arlene said slyly. This was the key to her entire plan and he must accept it.
"Okay, let's hear it. I'm open to suggestions."
"Well," Arlene said softly, almost holding her breath, "I'll go back to the hotel and say there was a message from you saying you were having a wonderful time in Atlantic City and would be down in several days. You would wire her the time."
"That's probably the best plan I've ever heard for losing her completely. You don't know Barbara like I do," Bill objected, shaking his head hopelessly.
"No, I don't know Barbara like you do, but I do know her like a woman and that's more important. Didn't her little run-out act bring you begging down here?" Bill thought about this for a moment. Arlene's argument did have basic logic. Barbara had done it to him and it had been extremely effective. In fact, she had always been doing this to him. Perhaps, a change in roles would be good for her. Maybe she should squirm for a while.
"Let's do it," Bill said, making a snap decision. He was desperate now. From the things Arlene had told him, he knew something drastic had to be done or he would lose Barbara sooner or later. It was better to take the chance now while he still might gain some respect in her eyes.
"Good boy, I knew you had more strength than she gave you credit for having. She'll be eating out of your hand in several days, I promise that."
"Let's hope so,'. Bill said with resignation. "This is going to be an all or nothing try."
"Don't you worry, Bill, it's going to work beautifully. Come now, let's get you a hotel and I'll work out the details. I'll call you later this afternoon." Arlene smiled happily to herself as they left the bar. The plan was working well and Arlene's tits swelled a little more in pride at her resourcefulness. She couldn't fail now. She tucked the little note she had the naive Bill write in her purse, patting it lovingly. This would be the final blow that would destroy any spirit of resistance the girl might have left after Joseph finished fucking her.
CHAPTER NINE
Barbara Sterling was up early. Bill would certainly be at the Americana and she wanted to get all her things packed and meet him. This way, she would not have to face Arlene. She couldn't look her in the eye again after last night. She could still picture Arlene's firm full body fucking crazily beneath that man, whoever he was, and could still hear her impassioned please begging for more prick. She shuddered each time the thought came into her mind. It could have even happened to her. She didn't know how the man even got into Arlene's room but it obviously had been against her will. At least, the beginning had anyway until her passion had run away with her.
The thought worried Barbara of what had happened to her also. She had been as bad as they were and a deep shame hung over her for allowing the picture of her friend being fucked so brutally to overcome her own principles. She had acted like a common whore, using whatever means were closest to reach her own sexual fulfillment. What if that man had come to her room instead of next door. Would she have reacted the way Arlene had? The possible answer frightened her and she had to get away from this evil place as quickly as possible and into Bill's protective arms. She would never be angry with him again and understood now how he might have let himself get carried away under the circumstances in Atlantic City. Her faith in her own strength was now shattered and she needed him badly to lean on, to wash away the horrible sensual feelings she had let her body dictate the last day.
She finished her shower, washing gently her cunt and ass-hole. Her shithole was still slightly sore from the finger she had attacked it with in her uncontrollable passion last night. She soaped it tenderly hoping to wash away the humiliation of her lewd surrender to her own demanding body.
Barbara looked at her watch. She still had forty-five minutes to check out of the hotel and get down to the Americana. She closed the suitcase on the bed and rang for the porter. Thank god, it would be the last time she would have to look at that creep. He had undressed her enough with his eyes during her stay here. Well, she hoped he took a good look this time, it would be his last chance. She thought wickedly for a moment, of letting him catch her in her panties, that would teach the dirty old man a lesson he probably wouldn't forget for a long time. If she only did but she knew she never would. She would always be just plain Barbara, even afraid of her own husband.
She opened the door to Joseph's soft knock. He stood there with his perpetual grin, looking in through the open door.
"Please take my luggage downstairs," she motioned toward the bed, "and I'll pay my bill."
"Are you checking out now," he asked, a note of surprise registering in his otherwise monotone.
"Yes, I am, and please hurry. I am late now and can't waste any more time." Barbara said sharply.
"But Madame has not had her morning coffee," he objected, pretending concern in his voice.
"I don't want my morning coffee," Barbara said, impatiently. "I told you I was late and must leave the hotel within five minutes."
"I will have the coffee in one," Joseph smiled, and without waiting for her answer, turned quickly and disappeared down the stairs. Barbara started to say something but she was left standing with her mouth open, noiseless sounds sputtering out at the empty hall in front of her.
She paced the room impatiently for several minutes, fuming over the insolence of this desk clerk. Who did he think he was, deliberately delaying her this way. If there were a management, she would certainly report him but he seemed to be the only one she had ever seen here.
Her angry thoughts were cut short as he suddenly returned, entering the room without knocking. Barbara started to object again, but with resignation shrugged her shoulders. She was too late to start an unpleasant tirade against him now.
Joseph set the tray on the small table and Barbara noticed he had brought two cups this time, both filled with the herb coffee she had drunk before. He handed her one, taking the other for himself.
"It is always a custom for the management to drink with a departing guest." he said, "Particularly one who has been so pleasant to the staff."
Barbara suddenly, for a reason she couldn't explain, felt a warning signal flash through her mind. Perhaps it was the tone in Joseph's voice. There had definitely been a subtle sneer to the last sentence he had spoken.
The coffee was hot and the herb flavor relaxed her. She was grateful for it. It would get her through this ordeal of being alone with this horrible man. She only had to bear it for a few more moments until the coffee was gone. She sipped more heavily on the refreshing liquid anxious to finish it.
Joseph watched her over the top of his cup. He could see the slight hesitation as she reached to take the coffee he offered. The sudden recognition, though silent, that he knew her better than she thought was also apparent flickering through her eyes. He savored the slight tinge of fear that he could see building up. He knew he had surprised her, and that she hadn't expected him to be so bold. It was good to have this power that he had so recently gained by fucking that MacGregor bitch half to death last night. He had been made to humble himself so much during his life and now it was going to be a pleasure paying it all back.
"Thank you, that was very refreshing," Barbara said nervously as she drained the cup and replaced it on the tray. "I think you had better take my luggage down now."
"Just a moment, Mrs. Sterling," Joseph replied, "I have not finished mine."
Barbara watched him standing before her. He was making no move to finish the coffee as he had said. He was just staring at her, watching as though he expected her to suddenly disappear or something. There was a detached interest in his eyes that locked on any slight move she might make. What did he expect her to do? Why was he staring like that?
"Really, I think I must go now. You can finish your coffee after you've taken my bags down." She said nervously, moving at the same time toward the door. He still watched her intently and she knew she had better get out as quickly as she could. He was no longer the poor humble desk clerk but had somehow changed overnight. There was a cruel, unflinching confidence in his eyes and movements. Barbara no longer felt the superiority that she first did over him, instead she felt the cold isolation of fear.
Joseph sensed her thoughts, and moved quickly between her and the door, blocking her path. There was no way out for her now, he chuckled to himself. What would she do. He knew this was totally unexpected to her. She hadn't dream d the worm would turn this way. It would be interesting to see what she did to cope with this new situation confronting her, if she could last that long before the potion took effect. It should be any moment now.
"Please, Joseph, my husband will be waiting for me at the Americana," Barbara said, her tone changing to one of almost pleading. "I must leave now or I'll miss him and he'll come here."
She wanted him to know this in hopes it might frighten him away from whatever he had in mind. Certainly, he was clever enough to realize that he couldn't do anything with Arlene sleeping next door and with Bill right here in New York.
"I see you have remembered my name. You have not used that before. It pleases me that you do remember."
It was apparent to Barbara that he was stalling her now. He was leading up to something. She couldn't believe that he had any intentions of making a pass at her. Surely he couldn't believe in his wildest dreams that she would even consider accepting a proposition from him. He must be a madman. She watched him closely, afraid that he would make a movement toward her, to try and touch her. She shuddered at even the thoughts of those filthy greasy hands coming near her body. Suddenly, her knees felt weak. She reached for the post at the foot of the bed to steady herself.
"Please, Joseph, I must go," she repeated, her breath coming in labored gasps. It was so difficult to breathe, the air in the room was stifling. Her clothing felt as though it were choking off the supply of blood that ran through her veins. Tiny beads of perspiration began forming on her forehead.
Joseph stood motionless, watching the change in Barbara take place gradually before his eyes. A puzzled look crossed the girl's face. She knew something was wrong but couldn't quite understand what it was. Her legs swayed slightly indicating to him that the potent aphrodisiac had taken effect.
"Is something wrong, Mrs. Sterling?" he smiled through his yellow teeth. "Can I be of help?"
"No, no just stay a-away f-from me." she stammered, holding on to the post to keep from falling. The smell of herbs again wafted through her nostrils, ringing a familiar bell of another time that her fading mind struggled to recall. She could feel her strength slowly leaving her body and she knew if she were ever going to make it to the door she had better move on.
Joseph watched the girl lurch toward him. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her legs wavered as though supporting a body ten times her size. He did not move from her path and as she tried to pass him, reached out with his arm and held her back. She struggled weakly for a moment and then all her resistance ceased. Joseph guided her backwards to the bed and pushed her limp body back on it where she lay, arms and legs sprawled, looking glassy-eyed straight up at the ceiling. Her dress had snaked up over the tops of her nylon stockings, showing the white firm flesh of her lovely, white thighs. The white nylon crotch of her panties were visible between her loosely spread legs. Tiny blonde strands of pussy hair could be seen coming out the elastic leg bands that were stretched tight from the pressure of the position in which she lay.
"What's happened to me, what's happened to me," she moaned incoherently. She tried to move, but she couldn't. Her body refused to follow the dictates of her mind. She could see Joseph standing over her, an evil grin etched obscenely on his face. It was strange, she was fully conscious and yet could not move. Her eyes could see and her mind could understand and yet she was helpless.
She watched him move about the bed, her eyes rolling after him. He removed her suitcase from the other side of the bed and reaching under his robe, withdrew a short piece of rope. The rolling eyes widened in terror as he tied one end around one of her wrists and pulling her up on the bed, ran the loose end around a brass rod in the middle of the top bedstead and tied her other hand to the ed. She was secured helplessly, both arms over her head.
"There my proud little one. You make a beautiful picture like this. If I didn't have better plans for you, I would save you for myself."
Barbara's dress had hiked up over her hips now and the full ripeness of her upper thighs and belly were visible to Joseph's gaze. He ran his tongue around his lips wetly, enjoying the torment the poor girl stretched out before him was going through. He could feel his prick hardening under his pants as the girl began struggling weakly against the bonds that held her tight. Her legs splayed open and closed weakly as her body fought the deadening effect of the drug. He could see the blonde, twat triangle visible through the thin sheer material of her panties, he promised himself he would get more of that later after he had put his plan into effect. He would make some money today from this beautiful blonde girl. The men on the streets would pay well. The initial shock of the drug had worn off and she could move now. This was good, he had planned it so that she would only be immobile for several minutes at the most while he tied her down. He had timed it well. Arlene MacGregor must not find out, she might object and do something drastic but she would be gone most of the day. After last night, he felt confident he could handle her anyway.
"Please, please," Barbara whimpered, "what have you done to me?" She suddenly felt as though she were floating on a cloud. A moment ago, she was watching all of this through detached but seeing eyes, she could feel nothing. Now the feeling was returning to her nerves and the full horror of what was happening to her tumbled through her unbelieving mind. This couldn't be happening to her. She had heard about such things, about being raped in hotel rooms in New York, but she hadn't in her wildest thoughts ever considered it happening to her.
"We shall have ourselves a time today, my haughty girl," Joseph said, "and we shall make some money. Have you ever worked before, love?"
Barbara lay silently, unable to speak for the shame and humiliation of the helpless position she was lying in. She wanted to reach down and cover herself but the ropes binding her would only allow her hands to come down to shoulder level. She could not reach her dress to pull it down and cover her exposed thighs and belly. She clamped her legs tightly together and drew them up, attempting to hide her cunt between them. She could not see but she could feel his eyes burning into her there. She squirmed on the bed against the bonds until they felt as though they would cut through her wrists. It was hopeless.
Joseph sat on the edge of the bed and reached over to her bare thigh, running his long fingernails along the inner softness. He suddenly pinched, making a red welt rise beneath the fingers.
"When I ask a question, you must answer. You belong to me now, at least for the moment."
"Ooooh, Nooo, Please! Please don't," Barbara pleaded "You're hurting me!"
"Then do as I say, and things will be much easier. You will enjoy it, I will teach you how to enjoy it."
"My husband is here, Bill is in New York, he'll kill you if you touch me." she whimpered in desperation.
"Yes," Joseph cooed softly, "He's the one you spoke of the other night when we fucked!"
Barbara's heart stopped for a moment as the words sunk into her awakening mind. The dream!
"I see you remember just as I thought you would," he taunted, reaching over with one hand to stroke at the nylon covered mound at the base of her rapidly rising and falling belly. He could feel the crisp blonde pussy hair through the thin material, and the sudden jerk of her hips at the unexpected probe of her twat. Her eyes fluttered open in disbelief.
"No, no, it's not true. I had a dream," she half screamed at him, her mind unable to accept his vile accusations. Her hips screwing down against the mattress to escape his indecent rubbing.
Joseph's evil grin widened in triumph as he detected the horrified impact of recognition on the thunder-struck girl's face. Her mouth gaped open helplessly as the thoughts of that evening rolled through her mind: the taste of herbs, the smell of garlic, the rumpled bed in the morning!
It was true! He had fucked her in her sleep! It hadn't been Bill, it had been this filthy pig who was daring to fondle her cunny!
"Don't you dare touch me! Get away from me! It's not true, it can't be," in spite of the certainty, her dazed mind fought against the acceptance of the horrible thought that this beast had actually fucked her.
Joseph slipped a finger under the panty crotch between her clenched legs and moved his finger up and down the sweat moistened cunt gash.
"Remember this," he taunted, "Remember my fingers opening your pussy and finger fucking you?"
"No, no, I don't remember," Barbara lied, her body squirming against the horrible indignity.
"And I fucked you with my prick, remember. I fucked you until you screamed for more," he hissed at the tortured girl. "I fucked you good, admit it!"
"No, no, you didn't, it was a dream," she groaned. "It was a dream!"
He dug his finger cruelly into her dry twat, bringing a moan of pain from Barbara's tortured lips. Her inner thighs relaxed involuntarily to ease the excruciating hurt.
"Admit it, admit I fucked you good!" he breathed, digging the fiery finger deeper.
"Yes, yessss, you did, you did," she whimpered to escape the cruel hand screwing her fuck-hole.
"I did what?" he demanded lewdly. "Say it!"
"You fucked me! You fucked me good!" Barbara spat out the words in pain, the shame and humiliation, too much to bear. She clenched her eyes tightly shut again to close out the sight of his triumphant smile leering over her. Oh God, if only Bill were here or Arlene were here to save her from this awful man and his tormenting words. She thought of the thickness of the walls and screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping it would penetrate through as it had last night.
Her cunny received another cruel thrust from Joseph's finger, choking the scream back down her throat.
"No one can hear you, my little slut," he gloated. "Mrs. MacGregor has gone. You are now my slave for the day and shall do my bidding. We will make much money together today, you and I. If you fuck well for my friends perhaps I will buy you something nice. Don't you think that's fair?"
"You wouldn't dare to touch me again," Barbara gasped, between squirms against the finger still inserted deep in her cunt. "My husband will kill you."
"If he finds out," Joseph chided.
"He will find out, he will! I just know he will!" she spat at him. He loved her and he wouldn't leave her alone if he knew where she was. He just had to come in time to save her from this sex fiend who had already fucked her pure clean cunny once. Bill was her only chance and if he didn't arrive in time, she would never be the same. She might recover in time from the horrible rape of the other night because she was hardly conscious when it occurred, but if she had to submit again with her full senses aware of it, she knew it would destroy her self respect forever. She would never be able to face the world again. The thought nauseated her and she suddenly felt as though she would throw-up. It took all her remaining control to keep from it.
Joseph slipped his now moistened fingers from her cunt. It had become slightly wet from its natural reaction to the pain. He pressed it under Barbara's nose. He felt like taunting her again and couldn't pass up this last remaining opportunity before he threw her on the open market.
"Does that smell familiar," he asked, wiping the twat juice against her upper lip. Barbara moved her face from side to side to escape this further humiliation, the familiar smell of the other night seeping into her nostrils.
"Stop! Oh, God, don't, don't please," the odor was blocking out all other thoughts. Horrible memories streamed back of her body bucking against the mattress the shadow of this pig hovering over her and she had thought it was Bill and given herself completely. She had begged him for his prick, and the memory of the hot searing cum-load in her cunt nauseated her. He had emptied himself in her, shooting his sperm into her every open pore, sperm she thought belonged to her beloved Bill. Oh, how could she ever face her husband again, the memory of that would always be with her. He must never know, he must never know!
There was a sudden rapping on the door. Joseph quickly reached over and drew Barbara's skirt down over her exposed thighs. He straightened his robe and leaning his head against the door asked in a quiet voice:
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Arlene MacGregor, open the door."
He slid the bolt back and allowed it to swing open letting the woman enter. Arlene took one look at the bed and rushed to Barbara's side.
"My dear, my poor dear, what has this horrible man done to you? What has he done?"
"Oh, Arlene, thank god it's you," the bereaved girl sobbed. "He was going to rape me! "Tears that flowed profusely down her cheeks.
"You filthy beast, I told you not to harm her," Arlene screamed at him. "Now you get out of here, right this minute." She grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward the door, winking slightly as she pushed him outside and closed it.
"Oh, my dear, Barbara. If I had known they were going to hurt you, I would never have left this morning. They promised they wouldn't touch you." She rushed over to the bed, stroking Barbara's perspiring forehead.
"You know they were going to do this?" Barbara mustered the strength to say through her sobs.
"It isn't what you think, my dear," Arlene said in a low confidential voice, sitting beside Barbara and wiping the tears with her handkerchief.
"You must listen carefully to every word I say, it will mean both of our lives."
"But where is Bill?" Barbara interrupted, "he should be at the Americana!"
"I thought I'd surprise you, so I went to the Americana. He wasn't there. He never arrived. Instead he sent this note with the bus driver." Arlene drew the note she had Bill write a few minutes earlier from her purse, holding it so that Barbara could read it from the position in which she wasy lying. She watched with a secret satisfaction as she saw the stunned look of hopelessness flicker across her eyes.
"How could he do it? I thought he loved me," Barbara's body broke into tortured sobs again. She couldn't believe it. The note was in Bill's handwriting, but someone must have forged it. He wouldn't desert her. He just wouldn't.
"Dear, remember, he doesn't know we are in this difficulty," Arlene said as though anticipating her thoughts. "He's probably met some pretty girl in Atlantic City and has decided to teach you a lesson. I'm sure he would have come if he had known we needed him so desperately."
"Then untie me, please, before that man comes back. We must get out of here." Barbara pleaded to Arlene.
"Dear, I can't. They are holding us both prisoner." she said in a whisper, holding a finger over her lips for quiet. "They're white-slavers who followed us to the hotel from the restaurant last night. They saw we were alone and decided to kidnap us. They've hired this desk-clerk to watch you."
"But what about you? He can't watch us both, can't you get away and call the police?"
"No, they are watching me closely with another man. I told them if they would give us our freedom, I would give them ten thousand dollars but it's only to stall for time. I don't have that much money."
Bill could help, my father would gladly pay it."
"I hope so, Barbara. I wired him this morning when he was not at the Americana and told him it was important for him to come here as soon as possible. He is to contact me the moment he arrives. Until then, we must do everything they demand of us or they will kill us. You will never see Bill again."
"Oh, Arlene, there are some things I just can't do, even if they do kill me. I had rather die than to have another man touch me." The poor girl whimpered.
"It may not come to that. I'll tell that desk-clerk to keep away from you, but it might raise suspicions if I untie you. You must have faith in mc, Barbara, it's our only chance."
"I'll try, but please hurry. Please." she moaned, "I can't stand it much longer."
"I promise I'll have us out of her tonight, my dear," Arlene smiled confidently. "Now you just be brave. I must go and see if I can't really do something about that money in case Bill doesn't arrive before tonight."
"Oh, no!" Barbara cried, "Please don't leave me alone. Something awful will happen if you do. I just know it will. I can feel it."
"Nonsense, my dear, you must not get hysterical and show your weakness. I told you I would talk to Joseph and tell him if he touches you, no money. He won't dare risk offending his superiors."
To Barbara's horror, Arlene rose and went to the door. She was going to leave her alone.
"Reeemember now, chin up," she smiled confidently as she closed the door behind her.
Barbara had never felt so alone in her life. Arlene was her only chance to ever see Bill again and make up for all the awful things that had happened to her. It would never be the same, she knew that. He was probably with some slut in bed now as he had threatened to do when he left her that morning. But she had made a mistake too, and now all she had to depend on was Arlene. She would forgive Bill when she was in his arms again, but he had no way of knowing what she was going through. It was all her fault, she should never have left him, never put her faith in Arlene's suggestions. All she could depend on was Arlene. Barbara shivered as she realized she was fast losing faith in Arlene; she didn't know why, it was her instincts that made her doubt the only person that could help her now: Arlene!
CHAPTER TEN
Barbara was filled with shame. Joseph had come in and ripped off her clothes, leaving her completely naked, his lust-filled eyes searching every pore of her nude form. Smacking his lips, he said, "Today, we're going to make some money. If you behave well, I'll give you part of it."
"W-What do I have to do," Barbara said, knowing full well what was expected of her.
"Just fuck, and satisfy my friends!"
"I can't do that! How dare you use my body like-like a whore! Where's Arlene I have to see her!"
"Don't worry, honey, you won't wear that sweet pussy out. And Mrs. MacGregor has left. She went out on a errand." Then he had left.
Alone, once more, Barbara cowered in the center of the bed, her arms still bound tightly above her head. She felt her nakedness as a great embarrassment, covering her like an evil that she couldn't dislodge, no matter how hard she tried. And now, that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more evil, the bodies of strange fucking men. Men, who would not even know her name or that she would not know, except as great shafts of indecent pricks screwing into her helpless cunt. She would be the hole into which they would shoot their filthy cum as they had into thousands of other twats.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Oh dear heave, she thought, please not yet. I'm not ready for these scum. Please God, don't let this thing happen to me!
She prayed in fevered anguish for the aphrodisiac that Joseph had given her earlier would work to make her unconscious so she wouldn't know what was going on.
"But it didn't.
"Remember Arnie, ten minutes only for your five dollars, no more," the voice of Joseph reminded cheerfully from the hallway. "And don't mark the girl.
HIM' His eyes flickered in appreciation when he saw the delicious, voluptuous body spread defenseless on the bed. Barbara had hoped, somewhere deep in her mind, that the bonds tying her to the bed would stir his conscience, and he would call the police. One look at his lust-filled face drowned this hope. Joseph was too clever. He would choose his clients carefully, probably those wanted by the law themselves. The area around the Hotel Bennett was filled with them.
The truck driver removed his soiled, sweaty shirt, silent staring at her with undisguised lewdness visible in his eyes. His chest covered with ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his pants to the floor. His long, thick prick jerked into view beneath his white belly.
Barbara's eyes bulged in terror. The coffee! The coffee! Why didn't it work?"
And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected.
The first piercing warning of Joseph's betrayal came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the bed and began running his rough caloused hands over her smooth cringing flesh.
Her reaction was violent!
A deep shock shot through the frayed nerve ends of her pussy like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing evil spirits danced wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her ass-cheeks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her naked cunt. It was futile, the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay still for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the pin pricks of sensation following the path of the crude fingers digging into her white body.
The man played cruelly on, unaware of the battle raging with the tortured girl beneath his flesh-pulling hands. He placed his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her pussy and pulled slowly apart. Barbara lay holding her breath and fighting with all her strength.
It was not enough, her resistance completely left her.
She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitty. It rippled up her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her throbbing boobies, drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her naked loveliness. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely, her white ivory titties rose and fell heavily with her harsh breathing.
The man's tongue licked nervously at his thin mouth, small beads of sweat formed over his upper lip as he watched the gradual change in the girl beneath his rubbing and searching fingers. He didn't understand and didn't care, he would question a gift like this, only a fool would.
He couldn't wait. He pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over between their lush cunny, fingering around the rough pink edges of Barbara's naked twat as she felt the bed sag from his weight. It felt like a wet hot tunnel, and it had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the long, thick prick dangling from his kneeling body above her. Forgotten were Barbara's fears of humiliation. She needed but one thing now; she needed that prick to fuck her more than anything else in the world!
Ever as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling skinny body hovering between the slimness of wide-stretched thighs, her legs kicked out and her heels curled around his hips. She jerked forward wildly, pulling him with a grunt, heavily on top of her writhing body. He guided the thick blood-filled cock head straight into her throbbing cunny, his weight smashing her with a deep moan far down into the mattress. He levered up, ramming his fuck-stick as deep as it would go into the hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass, his fat hairy belly bored hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
Barbara strained against the ropes but they held, cruelly cutting into her wrists and causing her teeth to gnash tightly together to drive back the pain of her tortured muscles. She wanted his prick. She wanted to pull him deeper into her hot quivering twat but the bonds held her back.
"Fuck me deeper, fuck me deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.
He grasped her ass-cheeks in both hands and drove his fuck-pole to the hilt. It was too short!
She groaned in frustration, throwing her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access to her screw box. But it didn't help.
As if in apology, the sweating thin man rammed his tongue deep into her wide-open mouth, the spit drooling down into her throat. She sucked at in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of naked raw lust that she had never known before. His jerking pecker pistoned into her fuck-hole mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her pussy, a brutal thud filling the room with each pile-driving thrust. Barbara moaned again, he was bringing her to her orgasm with the brutal fucking of his whang alone.
Then, suddenly, as she screwed uncontrollably beneath him, she felt his plunging prick stiffen without warning and spew its white-hot cum far into the hidden darkness of her tortured twat. Barbara groaned in frustration. It was too soon! She was almost there, the climax was but a second away. She strained crazily to shoot her load, but the man's weight collapsed heavily across her still fucking cunt. The useless, deflated cock hung spent between her churning thighs.
She screwed her wet cum-filled pussy up against his dick angrily, tears of frustration, running down her passion inflamed cheeks. But the soft rubbery cock gave way limply before her anguished last upward thrusts. He rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation, he had gotten his five dollars worth. He smiled happily.
The fire burned on in Barbara's cunny, even as the man left the room, she was waiting for the next, grinding her ass-cheeks into the mattress in anticipation.
Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her twat like a raging fire. I'm going crazy, crazy. Send me someone to fuck me, send me someone!
Joseph's head appeared through the partially open door, a grin of satisfaction on his lips as he saw Barbara's drugged body writhing out of control on the bed. He must raise his price and cut the time to five minutes. Rudy, his friend, had many clients waiting downstairs and the potion would last for hours. The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In fact, he thought lewdly she would welcome the pricks.
Barbara's eyes were glazed in frightened, lusty desire. The thoughts of unconsciousness had faded. She wanted to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. She wanted her belly filled by great pools of sperm and feel it shaking around wetly inside her belly.
Hurry, Joseph, Hurry! Her mind droned drunkenly. Bring me a prick! Bring me a prick or I'll die!
She didn't have long to wait. The door opened and an old man hobbled in, his eyes shining in lust. His clothes were those of a beggar, and they looked as though they had left his body in months. Barbara's passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with a prick that could slice into her burning cunt. That was all that mattered.
Hurry you fucker, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She opened her legs wide, pointing the dripping hair-lined gash of her pussy directly at the lewdly grinning fucker, grinding it up with her tightly clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to hurry up and fuck her.
He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body. He hadn't believed Joseph when he had described this woman he had for sale. Nor the price. All that would buy on the street was a fat old slut who had been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly under you thinking of the booze she would buy with the money from this fuck. But this was different. Joseph had spoken the truth. She was young and her flesh was firm. It had been many long years since he had fucked a cunt even approaching this. He could not afford the young ones in the whore houses and even if he could they would turn him down because of his nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one, begging him for it with her obscene gestures and groans. He would use his five minutes well.
He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw his legs over Barbara's squirming body. He straddled her belly heavily. The soft whiteness of it brushed tantalizingly against the wrinkled sac of his dangling balls causing his old cock to jerk in anticipation. He moved forward along her writhing body, laying his still soft pecker between the valley of her huge, fleshy titties. He cupped a hand on either side of the quivering tit mounds and pushed them together, trapping his awakening prick softly between them. He had always wanted to do this but none would ever let him. Now with the girl's hands tied over her head, she couldn't protest. Besides, Joseph said he could do anything as long as he didn't mark her body.
Barbara, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin asscheeks pressing painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly that she had been taken unaware. She needed his prick in her, not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the bed under him but he rode with her body.
"No, no, please, not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration as she looked down her nose and watched the purple bulbous cock head growing between her tightly held boobies. She could feel it begin to throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hot licking flame racing down to the quivering gash of her pulsing cunt.
"Oh, not that way, no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rock motion, sliding his blue veined pecker faster and faster between her straining titties. Spit dripped from his puffing lips, moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for the rampaging fuck-pole that ignored her please. He continued his desperate titty screwing, faster, faster, his breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror-stricken eyes, its long stored sperm began spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked knockers. It ran down over her shoulders and throat in wet, white gooey drops, soaking the sheet beneath.
"Get in my cunt! Get in my cunt! Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from side to side begging to get fucked.
"Why don't you? Why don't you?" she shouted up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the binding ropes like a crazy woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came to her lust deranged mind.
"Send me a man that can fuck, Joseph, you son of a bitch! Send me a prick!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her pussy was a steaming hot hole now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going to explode into a million hot pieces if someone didn't stuff a pecker into her twat soon! She sobbed hysterically, crying out for relief.
The old man dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the room, fearful that this maniac might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm.
As Barbara watched him disappear through the door, she suddenly gasped and held her breath. His form was replaced by the shadow of the largest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting his head against the frame.
He was coal black!
Her pleadings froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!
"I've brought you a man, my little slut," Joseph's voice cooed from behind the giant black man. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You must fuck good!" he chortled happily. "They are paying two dollars each for a good screw exhibition and we can't disappoint them, can we?"
"Ohh, please Joseph, no," Barbara whimpered, a battle raging between her revulsion and the hot desire raging inside her drugged body. "I can't, I can't, not in front of the other people. N-Not with h-him. Ohh, Please, please, Joseph!"
Joseph watched the change of expression from horror at having an audience watch the fucking session to one of acceptance due to her raging fiery need to be fucked.
He was contented that she would not give him any trouble and motioned for Rudy to let the crowd into the room.
Barbara was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces crowding in. Would they never stop coming? They were lining the walls and hanging over the brass rail at the end of the bed, packing the small room until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating unwashed bodies and heavy excited breathing. They were horrible, grotesque faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by pox marks, but all wide-eyed and eager for the cruel fucking of the quivering white body staked out before them to begin.
When the room was jammed with at least thirty horny men, Joseph motioned for Rudy to lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for air. The odor was stinking and pressed down on Barbara like an invisible musty cape. She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintaining consciousness.
Joseph nodded his head at the horny black man who began eagerly stripping his clothes from his glistening black body. His pants fell to the floor causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the excited crowd. His giant ebony prick reared out from his black muscular belly like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least eleven inches long and three inches wide and the two great sperm inflated nuts hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a missile ready to explode.
Barbara jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise running through the room, her shocked gaze locked on the monstrous prick pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished disbelief.
She couldn't fuck that huge meat! He would split her open! Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind.
They couldn't do it. They couldn't do it!
The black man stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a closer look at the unbelievable sight about to take place before them, Helpful hands from the sides of the mattress grasped harshly at Barbara's tightly clasped ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her delicate pink pussy gash, nestling in the soft pussy hair burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. The others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the pulsing fuck-hole of the struggling girl. Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the white full titties above, digging harshly for a stolen moment, and then disappearing back into the crowd.
The giant black man climbed between her wide-spread legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed and back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the headboard in a great vee about four feet apart. Barbara's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft cunt hair was presented up to the kneeling black man in defenseless sacrifice. It was his fuck as much as he wanted to.
He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white ivory of his teeth in unbridled lust. He stroked his immense fuck-stick with both hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless up-turned fuck-hole in front of him. His body swayed on his knees like a stalking hunter, the glistening ebony skin shining in the dim light of the bulb hanging above. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging black prick shoved out and quivering like a savage African dancer caught in the hypnotic jungle ceremony.
Barbara, up through wide-split thighs, watched in awed terror, the writhing body advancing toward her helpless fuck-hole. She could not turn her eyes from the huge dong that was in a moment to cleave through her warm body in vicious fucking. She was hypnotized into death stillness.
Suddenly, without warning, the swaying black man jerked his pelvis back and his head came forward and down in a dark blur, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her belly. A tiny nip at her belly button and his tongue began a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the lips of her cringing twat. He spread its young fleshy lips with his fingers and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Barbara throbbing clitty wetly into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.
Barbara clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting out of control again through her cunt. She fought with all her inner strength against the fucking of her body. Thoughts of Bill and the life and children they would have after this nightmare was over, coursed through her mind. No, No she must not let this man fuck her! She mustn't! She mustn't!
But suddenly, the huge black man's tongue snaked forward, burrowing up her straining fuck-hole like a racing snake. The shock rippled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade fo wildly shooting colored rockets. The hot stars rained down tauntingly over her whole body. Her cunt jerked forward, burying the flicking tongue to its twat roots. Fire replaced fear and all else.
She was just a cunt! Oh God, she was just a cunt!
Her entire being was suddenly a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not Bill, not principles, not humiliation, just the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had crawled from between her hot steaming screw box and was tracing tiny round wet circles up her body.
"Ohh, ohh, yes, yesss, suck my titties, yes, like that, like that! Bite me! Aaaaagggg!"
It moved on up over her throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks, the hot thick spit soaking her skin. She rotated her hornily contorted face around searching with her open mouth for the wet fleshy mass. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat with a low animal moan. His spit gushed into her in unimpeded torrents, she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
Her pussy ground frantically around below, searching with her gaping hot cunt for that monstrous fuck-stick that was going to rip her cunny in two. The lust incited crowd around the bed gasped as the great bulging cock head found its gyrating flooding hole. It jostled for a moment against the pink ragged edges of twat flesh, sticking itself gently between them. Then, with a flick of the hips, the grinning black man forced the blood-filled cock tip brutally into the throbbing lips to the hair-lined fringe, stretching the resisting rubbery prick flesh almost to the bursting point.
Barbara threw her head wildly to the side and screamed.
"yiiiiiiiiii!"
The massive prick sunk a cruel inch, the struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the punishing pecker. The eager restraining hands held them tightly back against the brass bed. In her wild passion a moment ago, she had overestimated herself. The fuck-stick was too big. She could never take it in her twat in a billion years. It was splitting her pussy lips terribly, the pain unbearable rocketing through her stretched body like tiny sharp probing needles.
The black man levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked again, his grin widening, the relentless monster sliding another excruciating inch into her.
"Ooooohhh!" Another inch shoved in.
"Eeeeeeuuugh!"
Hot stale breaths coursed over her naked seating body as the men crowded closer. Their faces hung over the bed within inches of her straining nakedness, watching hypnotically this young white beauty being screwed and fucked like a slave by the giant glistening black man. She was dimly aware of hands tearing at her titties from the leering crowd and fingers clawing over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling insects trying to enter every pore of her helpless body.
"Nooo! Nooooo!" she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a sudden crushing thrust from the black man that plowed the giant black prick deep into her tight resisting passage, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves before it. Barbara jerked convulsively as the huge cock fucked furiously into her pussy. It was an uncontrolled monster screwing around inside her, filling her every hole and pushing her inner cunny organs into tiny tight balls that could not breath or move. The huge cock was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away. It was ripping her and devouring her in great gulps of depraved sensuality.
Suddenly, it stopped. With an earth-shattering jolt, the black man's loins thudded heavily into her upturned twat. The monstrous sperm inflated balls pushed themselves with a smack into the wide-split cleft of her ass.
The huge black prick lay imbedded to the hilt inside Barbara's shivering pussy like an ancient torture device.
The black man held still above for a moment until the struggling girl beneath him adjusted to the presence of the huge pecker planted in her white soft belly. He watched as her pain contorted face began a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth opening in surprised adjustment.
"Aaaaagghh!" her lips breathed in welcome relief.
He flexed the giant prick head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth again clenching. He flexed again, another groan, again, a lesser groan, as her hot screw box grew accustomed to the increasing size. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his dong tightly into her naked fuck-hole until it fit as if her twat had been tailored made for the huge dick.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the huge buried cunny amazed that the tiny tight cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole monster. Hands from the crowd rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her screwing ass-cheeks. From both sides of the bed, fingers pulled cruelly at the fleshy hair covered twat lips surrounding it. A fingertip probed under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered shithole, flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as it suddenly popped through the tight surrounding ass ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside. The cock moved around, expanding the tight tiny ass hole until the palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the whole finger sunk safely inside the dry throbbing shit passage.
Now the black man began a painful fucking motion in and out of Barbara's moist stretched cunny, thrusting forward mercilessly and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the mattress. The finger imbedded in her ass joined the slowly pistoning prick in a rhythmic fucking that brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure gushing from the lips of Barbara's moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous fuck tempo.
The pain was easing and a weird sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body. The outrageous humiliation brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her blood stream. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the fuck-stick and finger fucking into her. A thousand hands groped at her titties and body from the leering faces surrounding them.
"ohhh yes! Yessss, fuck me to pieces. Oh fuck, yes, fuck me like this," Barbara crooned, squirming her body lewdly around the hands and fingers that crawled over her tingling sweaty flesh. She opened her eyes. Peckers were everywhere. The men had pulled them out and were stroking them over her in time to the black and white flesh smacking together before them. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, she was in a great prick cocoon, surrounded by them, a prisoner of them, and all the time while the great black glistening fuck-pole screwed into her cunt, expanding with each stroke like a giant syringe, the finger fucking into her ass-hole like another dong. She was a prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious rape of her pussy and shithole trapped between them like a helpless bug.
"Oh Jezus, don't stop fucking me! Oh, fuck, don't ever stop!" she grunted into the stale air, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous poles of flesh and finger that drubbed into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt long fleshy objects dropped into her tightly bound hands on either side of the mattress and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She knew they were pricks and began a hard vicious stroking in time to the communal rhythm, as she felt the shaft of cock flesh ramming into her throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait, wait" she chanted in desperation, but it was too late. The black man's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his great balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white sperm deep into her contracting belly. She ground her naked twat up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her cunny milked it dry, the last drop of his hot cum sloshed around deep inside her sperm-filled womb.
The huge black man rolled useless and drained from her still squirming pussy, helped by a hundred eager hands clawing to take his place. A thin stream of white sticky sperm trailed from his prick over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion.
"Five dollars, five dollars, five dollars," she could hear dimly through the muffled confusion of the noise and caught a glimpse of Joseph desperately reaching over heads for the five offered bills like an excited peddler.
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a skinny, short man who had replaced the black man between her legs. He rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no fore-play to excite him. The fuck session had been enough. They fucked wildly together for the climax Barbara had been so cruelly deprived of when the black man had deserted her. It hit her suddenly, like an angry fist in the belly. Great waves of searing ecstatic joy coursed through her hungrily aroused body with the power of a million electric shocks, making her scream piercingly as her orgasm erupted. The skinny man's prick spat uncontrollably into her twat as the palms of her bound hands were flooded too with the hot sticky cum simultaneously. Great pools of sperm clung stickily to her as she saw other pricks spurting at her body from the sides of the bed. She wallowed lewdly around in it, punishing and debasing herself in horny arousal, the odor rushing through her nostrils, as her own pussy juice gushed hotly from between her legs, soaking the sheet beneath her wildly grinding ass-cheeks.
The pricks shot sperm on and on, spurred by her screaming pleas fur further and further humiliation. Her hair was matted thickly with the pungent fluid now and her body was covered from head to foot. She squirmed wetly on her back in it as she was buffeted up and down the bed by one rampaging man after another. It seemed it would never stop.
Suddenly, Joseph grinned to himself. The show was going too slow. There was a better way to handle this volume of business. After all, the blonde whore was screaming for more prick. He would make sure she got more.
He held back the next man in line and reaching over the bed, cut her bonds.
"Roll over," he commanded.
Barbara rolled her battered body over in the slippery pools of sperm, resting heavily on her ass-cheeks.
"I want you to get in a kneeling position," he commanded to the half conscious Barbara again. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her ass-cheeks high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was getting.
Joseph directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a busy intersection.
Barbara felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched globes of her ass-cheeks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his prick pressing into the now dripping gash in her cunt. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying the long thick fuck-stick deep up her ass cleft, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect pecker that rammed without warning into Barbara's open mouth. The man was kneeling on the bed in front of her grasping both sides of her head vise-like between his strong calloused hands and holding it firm. He fucked into her face viciously, like it was a second delicious cunt. Barbara gagged, as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the prick out-stroke.
"Oh, Sweet Christ!" she groaned as they screwed her back and forth between them using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning cum. She was no longer human but a great mass of quaking flesh, unable to think or act.
But then, the very hopelessness of her position screamed through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two beastial men excited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again. She began to gyrate her ass-cheeks in circles, squeezing with her twat muscles at the fleshy cock fucking in her. She wanted to milk the pecker dry, to fill her belly again until more of the hot sticky cum ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again. She sucked at the pecker in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel prick thrusts. She had never tasted a dong before and she explored its every pore. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled cock head, the tip probing hotly into the mushroom on the end. She wanted it to shoot its cum in her mouth. Barbara wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her belly was filled as her pussy. She wanted it to fill every pore in her body in great spasms of joy.
With the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the prick fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin spewing its white hot sperm deep up her gasping cunny. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hair-covered twat lips into the matted hair of his belly. His balls pressed tightly against her exposed clitty, causing her body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the pecker in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. It too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious salty liquid, her cheeks expanded to keep from choking on the great cum gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps fastening her lips like a gulping ring tightly around the exploding prick fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small cum drops ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her and his deflated cock flopped lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin narrow sticky strings of sperm hung from her lips connected still to the limp fuck-pole several inches away.
She screwed her ass-cheeks back tightly against the still squirting prick in her cunt and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt her own body explode into what seemed a million tiny bolts. Her strength was suddenly gone, and she collapsed on the bed as the prick slipped limply from her drenched cunt, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
Time, after that, became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different pricks, fucking her in her pussy, mouth and ass-hole. Barbara was beyond any feeling. Her body still reacted with orgasm to several of the more demanding men that bent her to their will but her strength was gone, and she followed mechanically the directions Joseph would scream at her when she lagged in her fuck duties with the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that cunt! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a mechanical being at his sharp command, and weakly moved her exhausted cunny and legs as he directed her with his screams.
Finally, it was all over. All the clients had been serviced, had gotten their five bucks worth of the beautiful golden body. Exhaustedly, Barbara fell asleep, dreaming of the many pricks had had fucked her this day.
******
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Arlene MacGregor, stunning in a green silk mini, looked across the table at Bill Sterling and raised her glass in a toast.
"Well, here's to you, Bill. Honestly, Barbara was absolutely crushed. You should have seen her face when I showed her your note. She couldn't believe you would turn into a tiger like this."
The words eased Bill's worried mind. He had walked about the city all day worried to death about Barbara's reaction to the note he had written for Arlene. Several times, he had almost gone over to the small hotel Arlene had told him that Barbara was staying at and begged her forgiveness, but each time, he thought of Arlene's advice about being strong and had resisted the impulse. It had taken all his courage but it seemed it had all been for the best. He would have blubbered out something stupid if he had seen Barbara and probably made things more of a mess than they already were. The bourbon was relaxing him now and he felt better than he had since walking out of the hotel several days ago in Atlantic City.
"I owe you a lot, Arlene," he said warmly, "I honestly didn't know what to do when I arrived here. Barbara's such a funny conservative girl that I had no idea what to say to her."
"Believe me, Bill, you'll never have that problem again. By tomorrow she'll be chomping at the bit wondering what you're doing in New York. Women are like that. I know, I'm one too, remember?"
Arlene was pleased. Things had gone much better than she had expected and this naive young husband had swallowed her story, hook, line and sinker. She had spent her day arranging things with Sylvester for one of his usual parties at his mansion, and tonight she would clench the sale of Barbara to him. Bill didn't know it, she smiled to herself, but he would play a great part in it. He probably would raise the price on his own wife by at least two thousand dollars if things went the way she had planned it. And knowing Sylvester's taste for the unusual, she was certain it would work.
"I've planned a surprise for you," Arlene said, interrupting his thoughts of Barbara. "Remember the experience we discussed this afternoon? Well, I've arranged for us to attend a very special party tonight."
"A party, what good will that do me? I've been to thousands already and it's never helped yet."
"I said a special party, Bill, and I mean a very special one. Men and women do things to each other. Good things," she grinned slyly, waiting amusedly for his reaction. It certainly would be one of indignation at first, until she convinced him otherwise. Shit, what one had to go through to teach these youngsters about life!
Bill's reaction was exactly as Arlene had predicted. He blushed heavily and lowered his eyes from hers.
"You don't mean one of those sexual exhibition things do you?" he said quickly, "I've heard they're pretty raw."
"No, no, my dear Bill. This is not a cheap exhibition. This is a very special affair given by a very wealthy man. You can watch, and participate if you wish," Arlene lowered her voice on the last sentence, an unmistakable invitation hidden subtly in it.
"I couldn't do that, Arlene. What would Barbara think of a man that got his kicks from watching others?" Bill said, a flat note of refusal apparent in his voice. But Arlene knew him better than he did himself and her appeal to his weak point began.
"Well, it isn't important. It's just that you may have been able to learn something about lovemaking. Barbara will expect that after your supposed good time in New York. I don't think you want to disappoint her." Her eyes watched his face change slowly from stern objection to thoughtful consideration of her statement. She pushed him further.
"Remember, too, a woman doesn't expect faithfulness from her husband as he does his wife. You've already seen her reaction to the little scene in Atlantic City. She would have had a great deal more respect for you if you had known how to control yourself. I'm certain she wouldn't have bothered asking herself, or you for that matter, where you got your experience."
She could feel Bill weakening, just as she had anticipated.
"You make these things sound so logical, Arlene," he said looking at her with resigned acceptance.
"I was right about today, wasn't I?" She said, smugly. "If I hadn't headed you off and talked some sense into you, you would have been groveling at Barbara's feet right this very minute.
"Yes, I suppose you're right," he admitted, "We can go and take a look, at least that much can't hurt."
"All right then, it's settled. Tonight, young man, you're going to get an education you'll never forget." Arlene beamed, chuckling to herself at the double meaning of her sentence had he known the actual state of things. "Let's go have our dinner, the party starts about twelve."
They entered the door to the mansion a little after twelve-thirty. Their dinner had been long and pleasant. Arlene had purposely drawn it out to make certain Bill got enough wine and after dinner drinks to deaden his inhibitions. She didn't want him too alert tonight, particularly in the beginning of the party. Her timing had to be very good to pull this thing off and she couldn't afford to have him get too moralistic on her and want to leave before she could put her little plan into action.
An attendant took their coats at the door and living room. Bill followed Arlene into the large living room. As he adjusted his eyes to the light from the large crystal chandelier hanging from the frescoed ceiling, he could make out a small crowd of people gathered around a bar in the corner. There couldn't have been over thirty or thirty-five in all. It was evident that it was a fairly wealthy group as the men were in black tie and coats and the women, all young voluptuous girls around twenty, were in long evening gowns. Certainly they were not the wives of these men, as they were at least thirty years their juniors in most cases.
Arlene led him over to the bar and ordered drinks from the dark appearing bartender. Bill couldn't place his nationality, but it appeared to be Italian or Greek. He marveled at his quiet efficiency in handling the group of people without complaint. Some of them had obviously been there for several hours and were beginning to get a little noisy. Bill couldn't understand what they were talking about and had to content himself with watching their animated gestures with their hands.
"It seems those two are coming to blows in just a moment," he confided to Arlene over his drink. He was watching two men violently shaking their fists at each other.
"Oh, no," Arlene laughed, "They are just discussing whether or not it will rain tomorrow."
"Just what exactly is this place," Bill asked in a low whisper, still not certain he should have come. He would have preferred going back to his hotel and getting some rest for his meeting with his wife. He still needed to build up some courage in spite of Arlene's assurance that she would melt into his arms.
"It's a private club," Arlene answered in a confidential tone. "The members are all nationalities and just fly in when a special party is being given. It's very exclusive and always has some extremely unique entertainment for them."
"What do you mean by unique?" he asked, his curiosity rising slightly now that he had finished another bourbon.
"You'll see, my boy, you'll see before much longer. I guarantee you'll get quite a kick out of it." Arlene smiled to herself again. She could hardly wait to see this pup taken down a peg or two. Innocence bored her, particularly from those who had it made all their lives.
"Oh, you must meet Sylvester," Arlene said suddenly, interrupting something else she was going to say. "He's coming now."
Bill turned his head and saw a tall, dark, thin man approaching them from the center of the room. He disliked him immediately. He looked like just the type to be running a place like this. Bill's stomach flipped as Arlene introduced them and
Sylvester pressed his thin well manicured hand into his, shaking it like a limp handkerchief. He could smell his thick over-sweet perfume hanging heavily in the air immediately surrounding his presence. It was sickening.
"Welcome to our little get together," Sylvester smiled to them. "You could not have picked a better companion. Our little Arlene is always welcome here with her friends."
Bill reached for another drink from the bar as the thin tall man took Arlene by the arm and squeezed tightly as though he owned her. He felt like pushing his fist straight into his flat oily long nose. He had never met anyone who repulsed him so much at first sight.
"You will be participating in our little games tonight, Mr. Sterling?" Sylvester asked with a sly wink, nudging Arlene in the ribs at the same time. "We have never had such a handsome man here before. I'm certain you would be quite popular with the ladies of the crowd."
"No, I don't think I will," Bill said, an indignant tone apparent in his voice. "I prefer my love life to remain private."
"Ah yes, a moralist, I see," Sylvester said with a subtle mocking smile. "Perhaps you will change your mind later. Now if you will excuse me, may I talk privately with your charming escort for a moment."
"Be my guest," Bill replied coldly, turning back to the bar. He was beginning to feel his drinks and decided as soon as Arlene finished talking with that filthy they would get out of here. He didn't like the setup at all, and right now he had no desire to see a trumped up exhibition with paid actors.
"Your little package arrived a few minutes ago, my dear," Sylvester whispered with a delighted smile when they were out of Bill's earshot. "You have done well, I must say. I will add three hundred dollars to the usual price in reward for your excellent taste."
, 'My dear Sylvester, you have not taken a close look at the young lady or you wouldn't even consider such a ridiculous offer. She is worth double the usual price if she is worth a dime. Come, let's go take a quick look at her. I'm certain you have missed a great deal of the quality."
"If you insist, my love," Sylvester said with resignation. He knew he was not going to get this voluptuous young thing as cheaply as he had the others, but perhaps with luck, he could keep the price within reasonable bounds.
Arlene followed him down the hallway from the living room and into a room that had a guard on the door. Barbara was lying fully dressed on the bed, her eyes closed in sleep. Her dress had hiked up over the tops of her stockings and the smooth white flesh was tantalizingly visible up to her panties. She was the absolute picture of helpless innocence. Sylvester liked that, Arlene could tell. Her battle was almost won.
"Your desk-clerk friend gave her something to make her sleep during the trip here in the car. He says she will awaken in a half an hour or so," Sylvester explained as Arlene purposely registered concern on her face. She had actually instructed
Joseph to give her the light sleeping potion so she would make no great fuss when she was transferred from the hotel. She just hoped that stupid creep had not given her too much. She had to wake up soon or her plans would be ruined.
******
"Oh, the poor dear, I do hope they handled her gently. She's so sweet," Arlene poured the compliments on, she could tell by the slight beads of perspiration breaking out on Sylvester's forehead that he was very eager to get his hot little hands on Barbara's voluptuous body. It was just a question of the price now and she was ready to put her plan into operation.
"Why don't you undress her completely, Sylvester, you can get a better idea of the true value that way," Arlene slyly suggested, certain that he had already lifted the sleeping girl's dress and peeked underneath. The slight guilty blush that passed over his face confirmed her suspicions. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. "I'll get us a drink while you are doing it and then we can discuss the final price with all the merchandise laid out before you. Business should be done like that," she smiled sweetly.
Sylvester advanced eagerly on the bed as Arlene left the room and made her way happily back to the living room. She was going to enjoy the evening. It was nice to be happy in one's work, particularly when the work was lucrative and presented a challenge as this one did. Yes, tonight should be an evening to remember.
She circled her arm through Bill's who had not seen her approaching from behind. "Such a sad face for such a handsome young man. Give me a drink and I'll cheer you up," Arlene squeezed his arm playfully.
"What did that creep want? He looks like he should be running a whore house in Paris."
"Do I detect a bit of jealousy, my love," Arlene cooed, squeezing his arm a little tighter.
"Not of that skinny grease ball," he said gruffly, handing her another drink.
"Come now, Bill, that's our host you're insulting. Besides, Sylvester can be rather pleasant at times. He does mean well."
"So what was he so secretive with you about?" he demanded, the alcohol putting him in an impatient mood.
"Oh, just to advise him on some new drapes for one of his guest rooms. He has no need for me, dear boy. He has a young girl for the evening. At least that's what he said."
"A young girl. How did he get her here, kidnap her?"
"No, not Sylvester, silly boy. He wouldn't do that kind of thing. She's evidently here because of frustration. She asked her desk-clerk where she could get some action," Arlene laughed, "and he directed her here. There are many like that, you know. Their husbands don't keep them happy at home, so they play when they come to New York. New Yorkers do have a reputation as great lovers, even you must know that."
Bill pulled deeper on his drink. "Well, maybe she needs it badly, but I can't understand any woman coming to a place like this."
"You'd be surprised how a woman needs it sometimes too. We're all flesh and blood, even we females," she laughed. "You'll see."
"I think we had better get out of this place," Bill said impatiently. "It depresses me."
"Oh, nonsense. Finish your drink and order us another," Arlene said, draining her glass. "I want to show you around a bit and then we can leave. It's quite an interesting house. You might even enjoy it. Sylvester is very clever."
Arlene took Bill's hand after their fresh drinks had arrived and led him out of the large living room. He was amazed at the splendor of the rooms through which they passed. Mosaics and inlaid ivory panels filled the house. It must have cost a fortune just for the interior of the rooms. No expense had been spared.
Arlene led him down one hallway into a theater-like chamber. It had couches arranged in a circular seating pattern around a large round bed, the largest Bill had ever seen. It must have been twenty feet across had had a strange circular post about six inches across coming right up through the center of the mattress. It stood up about four feet from the surface of the bed and had a short rope with manacles hanging down that was attached through a ring on top of the post.
"This little room, as you can see, is the theater. Quite a nice stage don't you think," Arlene joked with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes," Bill answered grimly. "I see by the handcuffs and rope that your sneaky friend
Sylvester has many unwilling actors too.
"Yes, they are sometimes, but for the most part they enjoy it, even if they resist so at first. I've seen some fantastic changes come over girls who are being taken at first against their will."
"Well, certainly no one with the correct upbringing could ever enjoy making a public spectacle of themselves. I think he has them fake it."
"You'd be surprised, my boy, at what hidden devils lurk beneath most of us, even the most conservative. We're still not too far removed from animals, you know."
"I can see your friend isn't, but I think you're wrong about the majority," Bill objected. "At least, I hope you're wrong. Otherwise there isn't much hope for the future of the world."
"I think you're being a bit melodramatic, Bill. After all, what harm does it do if a group of people want to privately amuse themselves this way? Perhaps it's a better solution than a lot of people with bottles upon bottles of tranquilizers or stuffed psychiatrists offices."
"And what about the poor people on stage," Bill said, speaking a little more harshly. "There are better occupations to earn a living."
"like a factory worker? No, my dear Bill, for every Peeping Tom that-likes to watch there's an exhibitionist that-likes to show it to him. Most people end up in the occupation that most suits their talents whether they will admit it or not."
"Well, regardless, I think it's a rotten business, and I think that pig friend of yours should be shot."
"Let's not fight about it, Bill," Arlene retreated. She didn't want to get him too upset. His state of mind was perfect now for her next step in the plan. Sylvester would be quite surprised at their little interruption. She was looking forward with extreme delight at the confrontation that was now ready to take place. "Come I'll show you some of the other rooms before we go. Perhaps you'll change your mind about our host."
Bill followed her through a series of smaller rooms. They were equipped with every known perverse device Bill had ever heard of and then some. He was growing rapidly more ill with each new device. Each seemed to be worse than the one before. He couldn't comprehend how anyone could enjoy fucking with some of the equipment. He just wanted to get out of this sick place as quickly as possible and followed Arlene more with a sense of duty for her assistance with his problem than anything else.
They stopped before the door with the guard. Arlene had entered with Sylvester before so the guard made no move to stop them.
"This is the room where the young girl was to be entertained. She didn't want to join the crowd outside for her first experience," Arlene explained to the listlessly following Bill. He stepped through the door and adjusted his eyes to the dim light.
Suddenly, Bill's heart leaped to his throat!
In the dim light of the bed lamp was a completely naked girl lying on the bed. Her head was turned away from the door groaning and the thin Sylvester had his face buried deep between her wide splayed thighs licking at her pussy like a hungry pig. He was completely dressed and his black suit contrasted distinctly with the whiteness of the weakly protesting girl's skin. Bill instinctively stepped back to leave the room when the still groaning girl turned her face, eyes closed tight, toward the door. The shock shot through him without warning, like a thunderbolt. His knees sagged momentarily.
It was Barbara, his wife!
It took seconds for the full impact of the spectacle to hit. This dirty creep had his young wife down on the bed slobbering over her naked cunt like an animal! His muscles coiled, and Bill threw himself at the hated figure like a wild bull, knocking Arlene out of the way like a store dummy. She screamed just as Bill landed on the totally unprepared Sylvester, sending his thin body rolling across the bed like a bowling ball. He landed on the floor with a thud knocking the table and lamp over with a crash and Bill was right on him, fists flailing like a windmill. He could feel his thin flesh of the oily face giving way beneath his driving knuckles like so much putty. He wrapped his hands around the stunned Sylvester's throat and began beating his head against the floor with all his strength. He was a man gone mad and there was no reasoning left in him. He wanted to kill this vermin more than anything else in the world, to destroy him for daring to touch his helpless wife this way.
The guard rushed through the door and leaped across the bed, swinging wildly at Bill's head with the club he carried. He connected with a sickening thud and Bill slumped over on the floor with a dizzying blackness enveloping him, the light of the room faded painfully from his eyes.
"Want to buy her for the show tonight, Sylvester?" Arlene cooed down at the man who was trying to rise dizzily from the floor.
"Are you mad," he spat at her. "Who is this crazy fool anyway?"
"He's her jealous husband, Bill. He might enjoy watching her perform," Arlene suggested coyly. "That would be sweet revenge and would give you something different for your clients. They are quite particular, I understand."
Sylvester rubbed his throbbing head. What the woman was saying made sense for his clients and it would be a welcome revenge. No one ever touched him and this young punk had dared. Yes, it would be sweet. He obviously was the wildly jealous type. It would be good to make him squirm.
"Done," he said. "It shall be a pleasure to pay such an intelligent woman the additional amount this little trick obviously costs."
"You're sweet to do business with, my dear Sylvester. I was going to charge you three thousand dollars more, but it will be only two thousand if you will give me a car to take mt to Washington now and put out of the way a certain desk clerk named Joseph, at the HOtel Bennett. Do it slowly, please."
"Both shall be done, my dear," Sylvester answered with new respect for the business acumen she had presented. He liked people that could think well. "I see we shall be doing much business together in the future, your imagination impresses me greatly."
"Thank you, Sylvester. I promise to keep your stables full with the best of the young Americans I can find. Now, if you'll give me the money, I shall be on the way. I want to reach Washington before tomorrow noon. A new group of school girls are coming on tour. Perhaps, I will have fresh cunt for you soon."
"Wonderful," Sylvester smiled, peeling the bills from his wallet. "I shall be waiting."
"Oh," Arlene turned back as she started out the door, the money placed safely in her purse. "Don't worry about the young girl not giving a good fuck performance. She has received a good dose of drugs. It should last for several hours after she is fully awake. You won't need the handcuffs."
Sylvester licked his lips in anticipation of the coming fuck session as he waved goodbye. Yes, Arlene was clever. Who else would have ever thought of such an original yet simple idea. Sylvester would enjoy it too. This prick of a Bill, who did he think he was? The handsome lout deserved everything he was going to get, and more.
He licked his lips in anticipation. This beautiful blonde girl was a prize, Arlene had really outdone herself this time. He couldn't wait to sink his monstrous prick in the girl's cunt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bill groaned, and shook his head to clear the cobwebs that kept his thoughts from coming through clearly. He tried to move. He couldn't. He was somewhere whirling in a great vacuum, but where, he didn't know. A dulling ache grew at the side of his head as the whirling slowed and his vision cleared slightly. He could see the white shapes of faces now that seemed to be peering right at him from all around a room that he recognized.
It was the room with the huge round bed and it was filled with people staring at him. The picture became more clear by the second, and he could see amusement in their eyes. He tried to move again but still was held tightly in place.
"Welcome to our party, Mr. Sterling," Bill heard a voice sneer softly at his side. He painfully turned his head toward the sound and saw the thin, now leering Sylvester, smiling directly into his eyes. He had a white bandage plastered above his left eye and his nose was swollen slightly. An evil grin lined his lips.
Bill suddenly remembered! That horrible cunt-sucking scene with Barbara on the bed and this filthy pig touching her naked body. His full senses roared back to him and he tried to lunge at the smiling face but discovered that he was bound tightly to his chair from his shoulders down to his ankles. He tried to shout, but the sound was choked back by a thick cotton gag held in place by a white scarf. Bill was completely helpless. The bonds held him so that he couldn't move.
"We are happy to have you Mr. Sterling., after your disgraceful little show a while back." Sylvester smiled to him from the next seat. "We have arranged something to teach you the etiquette of sharing. You really are a bit selfish, you know. Your sweet little wife doesn't object nearly as much as you do. In fact, she rather seems to enjoy it. I did try it after your silly interruption and I must say, with a little training, she has excellent possibilities."
Bill strained harder against his ropes until they were cutting into him like wet rawhide. He pictured with anguish Barbara's white virginal body squirming helpless beneath this filth. He would kill this f son-of-a-bitch if he had harmed her. What had happened to her? What had happened to Arlene? His first question was answered a moment later as he still struggled in his chair.
A master of ceremonies stood up from his seat, raising his hands for silence. A hush fell over the room as those present leaned forward to hear his introductory remarks about the evening's performance.
"Tonight my friends," he smiled intimately, "we have a special treat. You know we always strive for the unusual so that you, our members, receive the superior entertainment you deserve. We have had many variations of shows, all of which I think you have appreciated. But tonight, I believe we have the most interesting of all. We have seen many rapes here, both male and female," he paused a moment to give his speech more effectiveness, "but we have never had the interesting situation of a young bride ravished before the eyes of her new husband. Particularly one as possessive as this. We have decided to substitute her in the act as his fair punishment for the unnecessary attack upon our benefactor." A slight ripple of amused laughter ran through the room at this statement. "And she will enjoy it, even if he doesn't. We have chosen an exceptional partner for her tonight. You have seen him perform before and is one of our favorites. I would like to re-introduce to you, Johnny our little friend."
The crowd broke into a light restrained applause in keeping with the social positions of most present. It was apparent they were pleased with the selection. Bill's eyes bulged in disbelief as a short dwarf-like man of not more than three feet tall entered the room by the side door and bowed before the crowd. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his ugly over-sized head. There was unmistakable cruelty registered in them, the look of a man who had been teased all his life and who enjoyed taking it out on others more helpless than he when he had the chance.
The tiny man, without further fanfare, stripped the robe he was wearing from his small deformed body, and handed it to a waiting attendant like a boxer preparing to go into the ring. The crowd gasped at the size of his prick. It was huge as compared to the size of his body and hung down almost below his knees even in the soft state. He was obviously proud of it as he took it in both hands and walked around the edge of the circle displaying it to the audience. He stopped in front of the straining Bill and with a small teasing grin, stroked it into a semi-hardness. Bill could not take his eyes from the growing fleshy fuck-stick that would fuck his helpless wife in front of this depraved crowd. At last, he clenched his eyes tightly shut to close out the horrible sight.
The small man moved close to him, his grinning mouth a few inches from his ear. "I understand she is very young and tender, my friend. They are my favorite kind. Johnny will show her what a lover is like. You know you must treat them as dirt or they will not respect you. Have you done that to her?" He reached up and pulled Bill's ear in a teasing manner that was pleasing to the crowd. Snickers of amusement raced through Bill's ears above the taunting voice of the dwarf. He could not believe this was happening. It was a nightmare and he would awaken soon and Barbara would be lying peacefully next to him in bed. That was the way it had to be. This couldn't be real, things didn't happen this way in the civilized world.
The hissing face of the taunting deformed little creature moved closer to Bill's, his foul breath nauseating him.
"Have you ever fucked your wife in the shithole, my friend?" the small man raised his voice so that the crowd could hear him better. Bill's desperate shout came through the gag as a mumble, his eyes flashed hate at the taunting face. Sylvester was almost rolling in laughter next to him, tears streaming from his eyes as the teasing continued. "No, you wouldn't, not you. I can tell, you have absolutely no imagination. I must teach you things about controlling a woman." he laughed, turning his short over developed body toward the bed. "Bring me the little pussy. I think lesson number one should begin."
With this, the side door through which the dwarf had appeared, opened again. An attendant came into view, leading Barbara by the hand behind him. Bill was startled, frozen, unable to move, his eyes bulging from their sockets like fisheyes. He watched his wife being led unresisting toward the dwarf and the bed like a lamb to the slaughter and he could not help. Tears began to stream from his eyes and he strained against the ropes, but it was hopeless. They had made certain he could not interfere.
He tried to close his eyes as the attendant stripped the robe from her, exposing her luscious naked body beneath it. He moaned as he saw the horrible little man reach up, his hands high above his head, and knead her large, luscious titties with his gnarled little fingers. He waited for Barbara's scream. None came. Instead her mouth dropped open in a dazed rapture. She looked as though she was hardly conscious and yet she moved. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her eyes glassy, a slight moan escaped from her lips as the tiny man pinched the nipples hard and moved his head forward. His face was even with her smooth white belly, and his tongue snaked out and teased into her belly button bringing another groan from her open mouth. Bill watched in transfixed horror as the slobbering lips traced a path down the smooth flat plane to the soft pussy hair guarding her cunny. The dwarf's hands dropped and placing a thumb on either side of the fleshy lips of her pussy, he pulled them gently apart. The great slobbering tongue leapt forward burying itself in the exposed twat-gash with a wet sluicing sound.
Bill couldn't believe the sight before him. Instead of fighting with all her strength against these humiliating acts, his wife had instantly turned into a groaning mass of passion. She moved her feet fax apart on the floor like a native dancer and tangled her hands in the small man's hair pulling his face right into her cunny. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue that probed hotly up into her wide opened cunt. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.
It couldn't be Barbara! It couldn't be the young virginal bride he had just married several days ago!
Bill's mind whirled in utter confusion as his eyes remained glued to the horny scene taking place in front of him. Arlene's words drifted hauntingly back to him! A young girl wants to try it, frustrated! God! is that what happened? She couldn't be here of her own free will, she just couldn't. Something was wrong. Something was wrong! The words screamed through his tortured mind. Arlene couldn't be right, she just couldn't!
It was Barbara, however! It was his wife of a few days, but not the one he knew, not the cold frigid girl he had had to rope on their wedding night! This was a new creature, one that he did not know. She was goading the deformed little man on with her hands and pumping hips like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her skin and Bill could see the ropes of her inner thighs standing out like taut ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her cunny forward again and again against the sucking face buried deep into her already throbbing pussy.
"You see, Bill, she does not need your assistance. She does well by herself." Sulvester's amused voice spoke beside him. "Relax and enjoy the show. Your wife has just begun to exhibit her talents."
Bill's resistance was crushed. He had fought with all his strength against the ropes holding him to the chair. He had wanted to tear the vicious little animal attacking his wife to pieces, but it was now she who was attacking. She had pushed the small man back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her cunt and sat full down on it with her squirming ass-cheeks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. It was she who was doing the ravishing, animal grunts of lust coming in torrents from her lips. It was obvious to the crowd, half of whom were now stripped of their clothing, that she was raving for her cum already, her body completely out of control.
The tiny man was helpless in her desperate grip. He was trying with all his strength to throw her from his suffocating body but to no avail. He would have choken in another second had not helpful hands from the assistants pulled the jerking girl's body from him. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking out into the air.
He sat up choking and sputtering, his face beet red from the lack of air. "Turn her over, turn her over," Johnny half shouted, "I'll show the fucking whore who's master here."
His face was blue with rage. He had lost control of the situation. The crowd was laughing at him and too many crowds had laughed at him. He had to show them. He had to make this bitch scream and scream good.
Bill sickened, as he watched Barbara's flailing body twisted about on the bed until she was lying flat on her belly. Her belly ground into the mattress still striving hopelessly for the orgasm just out of reach.
The small man took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. From Bill's position, he could see clearly the tiny tight shithole nestled in the crevice. He thought he could see it throbbing as it anticipated the dwarfs next move. His hand ran up the inside of her thighs all the way to the wetness of his wife's open pussy and his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval ass-cheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick the ass cleft between them.
Bill could see the skin straining around the ass-hole as the thumbs of the dwarf pulled at the flesh around it. His fingers probed at the puckered little red fuck-hole like teasing needles. His wife groaned beneath him.
"Open 'em wider," Johnny commanded.
Barbara's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the rounded edges of the bed behind her. They were almost at right angles with her body. Bill thought she would split. Johnny's finger rammed in the ass and Bill could hear her groan as it entered. She jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in protest. She strained back at the intruding finger as the rubbery ass flesh closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over Barbara's face as the finger dug to the first knuckle.
He moved it around in the tight expanding ass hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out expanding the tiny shithole more and more. Barbara wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the mattress in front of her. He dug another finger i, this time it hurt. A short muffled squeal escaped from her lips as she buried her face into the covers. But Johnny persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the mattress. He fucked both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered ass-hole until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being screwed like a helpless pig on a spit.
Bill watched in horror at the cruel treatment of his wife by the deformed little monster. His mind registered disbelief as her flushed face, the blonde hair strewn over it, began to register joy.
Her mouth opened and began to pant and moan as the cruel fingers worked around and around deep up her wide-stretched ass-hole. The ugly Johnny grinned as he prodded at the defenseless ass-hole like an avenging angel. Barbara squirmed beneath his cruel ass probing in total surrender.
"Fuck my ass!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side so that he could look down on it. "Fuck my ass-hole! Screw my ass!"
Bill's stomach sickened as Johnny pulled the fingers out of his young wife's ass. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the pink clasping skin clinging to them until they withdrew with a wet vacuum-like sucking noise.
Johnny pushed the ass-cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the ass cleft. His tongue licked at the quivering hole teasingly until the squirming girl couldn't stand it another minute.
"Oh, please, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate plea. "Quick, fuck my ass-hole, or I'll die!"
"Get on your knees, bitch!" Johnny ordered from behind Barbara. Bill watched in horrified stillness as his wife struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her ass-cheeks up to the now wildly aroused tiny man. He stood up between her wide-spread thighs directly behind her, his huge prick standing straight out with the head resting in her split ass cleft. He was just the right height with him standing and her kneeling.
"Feel my balls, you whore," he commanded gleefully. She was at his mercy and he intended to take full advantage of it. He was at his best when he could humiliate. His eyes roamed over triumphantly to Bill's tortured face, as he watched his helpless bride reach back under her body like an automate and gently stroke at the hair balls dangling down between her spread thighs. She stroked at them hungrily, as though they were sacred eggs that shouldn't be broken.
"Now put my prick in your ass-hole, slut!" Johnny commanded roughly. Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls and grasped his huge rock-hard fuck-stick. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and understood for the first time the enormity of the throbbing pecker. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
"Stick my cock in, I said," Johnny snarled again, digging his fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs.
Barbara acted to the cold command and pressure of his hands and placed the cock tip against the tight hairless shithole opening. Bill could see the pecker beging probing and working against her ass-hole, the muscles of Johnny's belly standing out as he strained forward. The pecker was worming its way into her, looking like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into hsi wife's quivering ass-hole. He clenched his eyes tightly shut as the strainging ass ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the huge dong head popped inside with a sudden rush. A slight hiss of escaping air could be heard as the prick entered Barbara's ass-hole.
He watched her hopelessly trying to pull away but Johnny, grinning lewdly behind, held her tight.
"Oh, God," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted tightly from the first ravishment of her defenseless shithole. His pressing thighs forced her forward and she began slipping away.
"Shove your ass back, shove it back!" Johnny shouted. Barbara hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. To the sick-at-heart Bill, her body looked like that of a pet dog straining back on all fours against his master's leash. The dwarf, spit now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips tight and pushed with all his strength against her futile screams.
"Oh Christ, it hurts, it hurts! Your cock's too big, too big!"
But the hard fleshy prick surged forward battering the rubbery resistant ass flesh without mercy.
"Oooohhh! Oooohhh," Barbara groaned as his pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white ass-cheeks. The rampaging whang was buried to the balls in her nearly split ass-hole. She was hopelessly impaled on the huge prick.
Now gasping with arousal at the voluptuous white body stuck on the end of his stiff fleshy cock, Johnny began fucking furiously deep into the pink inflamed ass passage.
And before the unbelieving eyes of her husband, Barbara began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of Johnny's body. She was reveling in the lewd fucking of her ass-hole like a slave. The dwarf screwed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing fuck-pole out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. The pain suddenly seemed strangely delicious to her and she turned her head from side to side, her blonde hair thrashing against the bed so that the audience could see her feelings by the passionate expression on her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a passionate joy that gave the mesmerized on-lookers the feelings of the giant prick boring into her.
Kneeling above her, Johnny watched with sadistic delight his whang pushing and pulling at the pink flesh surrounding her clasping ass-hole. His eyes locked on Bill's evilly and he began a series of brutal hard thrusts that sent the still growing prick sinking to the hilt in his wife's wide-split shithole. His balls smacked rhythmically against her pussy below bringing further moanings of pleasure hissing through her clenched teeth. Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the room. Bill thought he saw them stop on him and flicker of puzzled recognition pass through them, but with another hard jolt from the dwarf fucking into her ass-hole, they jerked away in reflex to the sudden pain. She had forgotten him. There was nothing left for him. Arlene had been right. Barbara had come of her own free will. Her wild fuck session with this deformed monster in front of him proved it. And she was enjoying it so much that she didn't even recognize her own husband. Small wet tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he watched Barbara's lust-filled exhibition with Johnny.
Bill saw the white vicious prick disappearing all the way up her gyrating ass with each cruel stroke. Not a bit of cock could be seen left as it buried itself into the tight ass passage, the straining pecker reaching far into her shaking belly. Bill wondered where it was going to explode. He couldn't bear to see that. That would be too much to see someone else shooting his cum far into his wife's defenseless shithole. The humiliation would be too great for him to stand.
But even as the tears swelled in Bill's eyes from the horrible thought, he watched Barbara's face flushing a bright red, her head turning from side to side, her long blonde hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a crazy woman. She was panting for more prick!
"Ooohhh, fuck my ass, fuck it, screw it, fuck it!" gasped Barbara as Johnny pressed tight against her soft ass-cheeks and rotated the head of his cock around and around deep inside her shithole. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her asscheeks and back kneading the flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender milk white skin.
"Oh, yes," Barbara panted, even at the pain, "Keep doing that, keep it up."
Johnny pulled it out almost to the tip of the blood-filled prick head so that the audience could see the giant inflated nuts ready to explode. It was apparent to them now that he was just holding it back to torment the squirming girl longer. This was part of his pleasure, this was his ultimate reward.
Johnny reached down and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding ass with hard vicious smacks that sounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back making it glisten in the light over the bed. His breath came in short puffing gasps, his eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging prick like a tight fitting garment. He had lost control of himself as he felt his pecker growing like a tire inflating. His balls hung heavy from the pecker building there and they had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.
Barbara mumbled incoherently beneath his pounding hips behind her. She waved her ass lewdly back against his eager cock thrusts. She wanted him to shoot his pserm. She wanted him to shoot his great wad of cum deep into her bowels. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its gooey loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the cleft of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled as she had never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the bed so that her ass-cheeks were now sticking high up in the air and great plunging movements of Johnny's cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes gazed at the side and a hazy figure came into focus for a moment. Was it Bill? No, the thought that she had been fooled before drifted crazily through her mind. He was gone, gone forever. There was nothing now but this great fleshy cock filling her with pleasure and pain and the pain was pleasure too. She ground happily back against it as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could mean only one marvelous thing.
Johnny was going to cum! Bill numbly watched the little man throw his head back and groan as he thrust the prick's full expanded length into his wife's full stretched shithole, his body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh. Johnny screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the obscene insults he hurled spitefully at Bill's beautiful wife writhing on her knees beneath him.
"Ohhh, you slut, ooohhh, Johnny's cuming you little fucking whore! Oh, yes! Fuck back! Fuck back!"
Barbara, beneath Johnny's body felt the first delicious waves of the hot white cum creaming into the depths of her ass-hole. It ran through her body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deep inside her. She screamed her own cum release at the same time as it gushed from her open cunt, drenching Johnny's hairy balls pressed tightly against the ass-hole opening. His sperm ran down the crevice of her wide-split ass-cheeks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick goby liquid, proof of the animal joy of their ass-hole fucking.
Sylvester's revenge was complete as Johnny pulled his wet shining prick from the still kneeling girl's for-ever expanded shithole. That would teach this fucking bastard, Bill Sterling to burst in on him when he was just beginning to enjoy himself. He reached over and put his hand under Bill's unresisting chin and turned his face toward him. "I shall fuck her next in the privacy of my own quarters. I think my little friend has broken her in to my liking. I want to finish her education my way. I am not so gentle and understanding." His beady evil eyes gleamed at the helpless resignation in Bill's face.
Tears still trailed down his cheeks from the humiliation of watching his lovely young wife fucked cruelly before him, even participating in her own humiliation. She did all this without even recognizing him. His spirit was completely crushed by the horrible experience and he made no move to resist when he was led from the room. He did not even look back at the bed where Barbara was just beginning to stir again. There was nothing left for them. He would take the first plane home to Chicago tomorrow.
There was nothing more he could do for her or himself. She had found her place, apparently. Now he had to go home and find his in this rotten world if he could. He had never felt so lost and useless in his entire life.
He was accompanied to the front door by several of Sylvester's men and with his hands still bound tightly behind his back, put in the back seat of a long gray limousine and drive in a round about way back to his hotel. No one spoke a word until the car pulled up at the curb and his hands had been released.
Without speaking, Bill stepped from the car. He stood for a moment watching it pull away from the curb and enter the heavy stream of traffic still flowing along the busy street even at this late hour.
There goes my last chance of ever finding Barbara, he thought as the gray limousine disappeared into the sea of headlights. Bill half walked, half staggered to the door of the hotel, too tired and emotionally spent to feel or do anything right now. He would think about it tomorrow when his senses returned and then do something!
He must do something to get Barbara back. Somehow he would find a way!
From a nightmare of watching Barbara getting fucked over and over again by the tiny Johnny with the huge prick, Bill forced himself awake. His head felt as though a pile-driver were crushing down on it and the thick cotton taste in his mouth almost nauseated him. He groaned, and sat up in bed, blinking his eyes at the full bright rays of sun that trickled in through the breeze fluttering curtains.
It was a moment before he could recall where he was and what he was doing in this strange New York hotel. Then, slowly the entire sordid memory of the night before flickered back through his fogged mind. He groaned loud and fell back to the pillow as the horrid vision of Barbara's body squirming down on her knees in front of that dwarf who had fucked her ass mercilessly bored itself deep in his brain. He clenched his fists tightly together until the whites of his knuckles showed as he recalled the ecstatic abandoned look of ecstasy on her face as she had let herself be fucked like a common slut in front of all those people. And, she had loved it. He tried to the best of his ability to understand, to make himself understand and find an excuse for her, but there could be none. He had seen her. He had seen her doing it, not once, but twice if he included the skinny Sylvester that had been sucking her cunt in that room when he had walked in unexpectedly. Arlene had said the girl was there for some unusual kicks and she had no reason to lie to him, plus she did not even know it was Barbara until they entered the room. She had just been told by Sylvester that it was some young girl who wanted to taste the seamier side of New York nightlife. It was just by their accidental rummaging around through the place that they had burst in on Barbara and Sylvester.
Well, she had certainly tasted it and in first class style. He wondered how many others present at that little gathering had fucked her after he had been sent away from the palce. Barbara had looked like she might be in the mood to show the whole audience a good time. It was just strange that he had never recognized the nymphomaniac streak in her before or that it had never shown itself during some of their sessions in the back seat of his car when they had been dating or at least back in the hotel room in Atlantic City where she had screamed so convincingly at his advances.
And what was more mysterious and difficult to understand, was how Barbara's uncontrolled passion had been set off so violently in the short span of a few days since she had run away from him in Atlantic City. There was so many questions he wanted answered that it caused his head to ache more than it already did. But, he had to know some of these things before he left Barbara even though she had done so much to him in the last few hours. He would at least ask a few questions to ease his own mind if he could find the right places.
Later, after he had pulled himself from his bed and shaved and showered, he had coffee downstairs at the restaurant and planned out his activities. He had called the airline office and found that he could get the plane for Chicago at nine o'clock tonight. That should give him plenty of time to go to the hotel that Arlene had told him Barbara was at and ask a few questions. He could possibly find out where she had gone after he had been knocked unconscious last night and decided she had probably gotten out of the place. He couldn't blame her very much under the circumstances after they had seen Barbara lying under Sylvester, with her legs spread wide open in invitation. She had probably been so upset with what she had seen that she had gone on back to her hotel. He couldn't blame her very much after all she had done to try and patch things up between the two young newlyweds. He would at least like to let her know that he didn't blame her for the way things had turned out. She had no way of knowing what Barbara was really like, or that she would turn nympho overnight. How could she possibly know if even her own husband didn't. He paid the waiter for the coffee and stepped out of the hotel to hail a taxi clutching the address of the hotel in his hand. The porter had said it wasn't too far away but had had a funny expression on his face when he mentioned the district it was located in but Bill shrugged it off. Nothing mattered too much now anyway and he was just taking the trip to satisfy a vague curiosity about Barbara's sudden transformation. Last night had destroyed any love he felt for her and nothing he found out today would make any difference in his plans to file for divorce immediately upon arriving in Chicago.
Joseph, when he heard the footsteps on the stairs leading up to the second floor desk leaped to his feet in excitement. He had been waiting for Arlene MacGregor to return with his share for the young Barbara Sterling since early this morning. He had been counting with glee over and over again the money he had made from her yesterday and it was a considerable amount considering she had taken on between thirty and forty clients not including the amount he made for the exhibition she put on with the huge black man. Now, with his share of her sale to the syndicate, he could start his own business again and be on easy street. He had hoped this time it was her coming up the stairs but as they drew nearer, a slight tinge of disappointment crossed over his brow. The steps were too heavy. It was not a woman, just probably another fucker who wanted a room for the night. He was surprised suddenly when the clean-cut Bill Sterling appeared at the top of the steps looking as though he had just stepped from the advertising section of one of those men's magazines Joseph had sometimes seen in the barbershop. He must be wealthy and perhaps looking for a woman for the night. Why else would he come down to this section of town. Damn, if he only had the girl her now he could probably get four or five times the price he would have from the customers he had sold to yesterday.
"May I help you, Sir," Joseph purred.
Bill looked at the desk clerk for a moment before answering. He was still studded by the appearance of the neighborhood when he had gotten out of the cab downstairs. There was nothing but cheap looking bars, poor run-down-at-the-heels people, and prostitutes for blocks. Why on earth had Barbara chosen a place like this to stay in unless she were really looking for a chance to wallow in filth. Had she gone completely out of her mind. It certainly seemed that way.
"I wonder if you might answer a few questions for me," he said to the grimy, filthy-looking clerk.
"Certainly," Joseph grinned, sensing that there was some money to be made here if he played his cards right. Truly this was his week of good luck. "Anything that I don't know about New York, Sir, is not worth knowing."
"I would like some information about a girl," Bill said softly, his voice lowered in suspicion of the unsavory looking character standing in front of him.
"You have come to the right place," Joseph answered in a low confidential voice so typical of pimps. "I can arrange any type you want, or any color. And it will not be too expensive. You have come to the right person."
"I didn't mean that kind of woman," Bill quickly corrected. "I mean a woman that was registered here at your hotel. A young blonde girl."
Joseph's grin suddenly faded as the recognition flickered through his mind. He suddenly remembered Barbara's statement that her husband was here in New York. This good-looking man was her husband! Panic seized him for a moment as thoughts of the police following close behind came to him. He had sudden frightening thoughts of the entire business deal falling through by this over-zealous husband and with that the end of his profits from the deal. This would ruin him and his plans for his business that he had spent the whole morning thinking about.
"Have you seen her?" Bill's voice interrupted his thought. "Her name was Sterling. Barbara Sterling."
"I-I don't know if I can help you," Joseph hesitated, placing his finger against his chin as though trying to recall. "I am not always on duty here."
"It would mean a great deal to me," Bill said. "I will pay you well for any information you can give me."
Joseph sensed that he should just deny any knowledge whatsoever of the girl, but the mention of money started his mind working again. He could kill two birds with one stone by misleading the husband and still take his money for the information even if it was false.
"Perhaps if you could describe the young lady," he ventured cautiously, "you see we have so many customers, particularly during the summer season. I don't know if I would recognize her."
"I think you would remember her if you saw her." Bill. "She was a very pretty girl with long blonde hair. Twenty-one years old and built very well."
The thoughts of the fucking blonde girl's body fucking under him in wild abandon that first day drifted back to Joseph as Bill continued his description. He felt a slight tinge in his prick as he thought back on it. Yes, he mused silently to himself, she did have a beautiful body and again a surge of secret power rippled through him as he listened to her husband stand before him and describe a body that he in all probability knew better than he did. He wondered what his reaction would be if he knew that he had fucked her silly not long ago and then watched while multitudes of others screwed her cunt, ass-hole, and titties for hours on end. Yes, it did give him a secret sense of power to listen to this poor fool here who probably was looking upon him as nothing but a dirty, illiterate slob as his lovely wife did when she first came into the hotel. Perhaps he would make up a story that would be half true that would bring him down a peg or two. He would enjoy watching him squirm.
"And, oh yes, she was traveling with an older dark-haired woman. Nice looking also and about thirty-five or six years old." Bill added as he finished describing Barbara to the close listening desk clerk.
"Yes," Joseph finally said after a long minutes thought. "I do recall such a pair. What is it exactly that you wish to know about them?"
"Nothing in particular," Bill flustered for a moment. "I-I just wondered if the young one had any v-visitors or went out much at night."
Joseph's face brightened as though in comprehension. "You are a detective, possibly, for the young lady's husband?"
"Yes, I am," Bill lied, thinking it might be the least painful way to ask embarrassing questions. In fact, he was glad that Joseph had made the mistake as it wouldn't put him in the position of the jealous husband chasing after an errant wife.
"Well, then, if it is a business matter then I think I can be of assistance," Joseph grinned, proud of cleverness in putting the man on to think that he did not know he was her husband. "How does a hundred dollars sound for my information?"
"Yes, that will be okay," Bill said, matter-of-factly, and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He carefully peeled ten tens from it and placed them on the desk in front of the grinning desk clerk. He didn't like the man's looks at all, but this was the only thing that he had to go on so he had no choice in the matter. His own personal pride dictated that he at least find something out about Barbara's activities the last few days before he want back to Chicago and filed for divorce. Even if it was all over he would like it verified by someone else too. He still was having trouble believing what his own eyes had seen last night.
"Okay," Joseph said, tucking the bills carefully under his belt. "Now we understand each other."
"Please hurry," Bill asked. "I haven't much time and I want to know all you can remember about her movements while she was staying here."
"Well actually, there isn't much to tell. She was just like many of the other young tourists. She came here for a good time because evidently she had a very negligent husband who could not satisfy her back home. It's a very common cause for the worn n who come here. They have no fear that their fun and games will be found out."
Joseph paused for a moment watching with secret satisfaction the blank expression on Bill's face. He knew this would get to him because he recalled the groans of passion and relief from the blonde girl and knew she had never been fucked the way he had screwed her before. There must have been something lacking in the husband. Joseph had the needle in him, he knew, and he twisted it further as he watched the color of Bill's skin turn white as the words he was hearing sunk into his mind.
"She had several lovers here the first day and just didn't seem to be able to get enough. She kept going out into the streets for more. Would you believe it, she even tried to get me into her room but I explained to her that I'm a business man and not for that kind of thing."
Joseph was almost bursting inside now with the joy of watching Bill squirm before his words. It was all he could do to keep a serious expression on his face as he described a few of the lovers that Barbara had brought back into the room with her. He had no way of knowing just how devastatingly effective his lies were as he didn't know that Bill had watched Barbara being ass-fucked in apparent ecstasy last night and was at the point where he would believe anything without question. Joseph was ready for his final blow for the handsome, rich young man now. He had been saving it for the last to make certain it hit with the correct impact.
"And, would you believe it, the last man she brought was enough to make a man cringe. He was a giant black man. A sailor I think, and he must have been built big enough to kill any ordinary woman but she loved him. I could hear wild sounds coming from her room for hours after they went inside. And it was disgraceful, the way they made noises like animals. I was tempted to knock on the door and throw them both out. I was afraid they would dis the whole hotel, and we must protect our regular customers from such inconveniences. Don't you agree?"
"Don't you agree?" Joseph repeated, an indignant expression on his face. He pushed the question to force Bill to answer. He wanted him to have to speak and show his emotional weakness. No wonder the girl had been so prick hungry with someone so weak for a husband.
"Yes, yes of course, you couldn't let them make so much noise," Bill said slowly, his eyes misting. "And what of the older dark-haired woman?" Bill asked after a pause.
"Well, that was the mystery. She was the tower of virtue. She tried very hard to make the young girl behave. They had a loud argument yesterday right here in front of me about the way she was acting, but she would pay no attention to the dark-haired lady. She just told her to mind her own business that she knew what she wanted out of life now."
"And what did the older woman say?" Bill asked. This must have been after she had returned from meeting him at the hotel yesterday, and he was curious even in his grief about what she had tried to do.
"She just said to the blonde that she had a surprise for her and for her to be good tonight."
"And did she?" Bill knew the answer after what he had seen last night but wanted it substantiated again for some unknown reason that would not admit Barbara had turned to quickly into a nymphomaniac. "Did she ask you about going to a special place or anything like that?"
Joseph paused for a moment. He could sense that this was a loaded question and knew also that if Bill knew about that special place and the fact she may have asked about it, then someone had told him that he had directed her there.
"Is there any reason you asked?" Joseph asked cautiously.
"Yes, there is," Bill replied, innocent of what Joseph was thinking. "Someone said she was directed to one of those sex exhibition and orgy places last night and may have gone."
"Oh, why yes, I do remember her asking about one, but I know of no such places and I explained it to her."
"Most probably in one of the bars on the street. They would know all about them. I understand there are several around New York. I'm certain she asked, as she seemed determined to find something unusual and bizarre in the way of sexual experience. She also said something about finding a happiness she had never known before. We get many strange people here, and I would say she was one of the strangest. Tell her husband, not to expect her to ever come home. They always find themselves a lover and stay. I have seen hundreds like her."
Bill's heart sank. He had heard enough. It was obvious now from what the desk clerk was saying and what he had seen last night that Barbara had played him for a complete fool all this time. He had been a child and nothing more in her eyes. Well, if that was the way she wanted it, then there was nothing he could do or wanted to do for that matter, it was her life and she had obviously decided to go about it without him.
"Thank you for your help," Bill mumbled as he turned and started toward the stairs. "You've been very kind."
"It was nothing, fella," Joseph smiled as he watched him disappearing down toward the street. "I was glad to be of help."
He pulled the crisp ten, ten dollar bills and put them in his pocket. He could hardly wait to put it with the amount he had collected yesterday from pimping for the beautiful blonde. It would make a great amount in itself and he would be a rich man when Arlene MacGregor came with the rest. She needed this hotel to do her business in and even if later she decided to try another, he would still find her. Besides, she knew he knew all about the operation and he could always threaten to go to the police with what he knew. No, she would come back this afternoon and he might even drag her back into the room and fuck his new partner. He whistled happily to himself as he tidied up behind the counter preparing for the day's rush of prostitutes and customers that would want to rent the rooms by the hour.
Bill waved to the taxi from the sidewalk and entered it quickly when it stopped at the curb. Small streams of tears had begun to run from the corners of his eyes and he wanted to get off the streets as quickly as possible so that no one would see him. It was ridiculous for a grown man to be crying on the streets like this. As the cab drew away from the curb, he noticed two dark looking men entering the hotel. They looked vaguely familiar! Of course, last night at Sylvester's house, the two bodyguards. "Stop the cab and go back to the Hotel Bennett. Just wait there. I'll tell you when to move!"
Joseph heard the noise on the stairs and for the second time, that morning his pulse quickened. It must be her this time, the walk was soft like a woman tiptoeing. It drew closer up the stairs and sounded strangely like two women. He lifted up on his tiptoes so that he could see farther over the counter and down the stairs. Strange, he thought, two more men. Italians or Greeks this time. What could they want at this hour unless it were whores! This was Joseph's luck week.
"Your name Joseph?" One of them asked casually as they advanced to the desk.
"Why, yes, it is," he answered slowly. "May I help you?"
The last thing Joseph saw was the silencer end of a snub-nosed automatic that appeared suddenly in the hand of the man who had asked the question. It puffed softly three times straight at his belly bringing a surprised gush of air from his open mouth before he pitched forward stone-dead across the counter. The man who had pulled the trigger walked behind the sprawled body and reaching into his pocket, withdrew his hand filled with crisp bills. Why there was more than four hundred dollars there. He smiled toothily at his companion, quickly dividing it in half and handing one pile to him before they disappeared silently back down the stairs.
As the two two got into the gray limousine, Bill leaned forward and said to the cabdriver, "Follow that gray car. There's a bonus in it for you!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
". . . So, you see Lieutenant, I'm positive that my wife, Barbara, is being held at this Sylvester's place without her consent. Probably drugged, in fact, I know she is. Barbara would never act as she has in the past few days. I'm positive that this is a white-slave racket and if we don't hurry, Barbara will be shipped out of the country under our very noses."
The gray-haired Lieutenant O'Brien stroked his chin. "Do you know the way, Mr. Sterling? What's the set-up there?"
"I've got the route clearly marked on this home-made map the cabdriver helped me with. There are huge Great Dane's that are led around by guards on the grounds. About five, as far as I could see!"
Lieutenant O'Brien pressed the buzzer and a plain-clothes detective came in. "Get ten of our best right away. We've got a hot one this time!"
The thought of Barbara's being drugged probably with an aphrodisiac, had occurred to Bill in the taxi discreetly following the gray limousine. It was the only answer. Barbara, shy, timid, putting him off for eight months before they were married, couldn't in the space of a few days turn into a raving nymphomaniac. And Arlene MacGregor and that desk clerk had probably been in with Sylvester's plans whatever they were. Surely, Sylvester was rich enough to get all the pussy he wanted. Why should he go to such extremes unless ... unless he was in the rackets and was going to sell Barbara in the white-slavery market.
Everything fell into place then, and Bill had hurried straight to the police after he was sure he could direct them to Sylvester's mansion to get Barbara.
It was ridiculously simple. The well-trained detectives got the guards with the dogs and herded them into the black police wagon. The guards, hired just to patrol the grounds and unaware of Sylvester's evil racket, gave up without a sound, cautioning the dogs to silence in hopes of making a deal with the police.
Sylvester was packing hurriedly. He was to take the ten o'clock plane to Buenos Aires to sell the beautiful blonde girl. He had fucked the girl over and over again today, in her cunt, her ass-hole, even had her suck his cock off 'til he had reached satiation point. Now, he was ready to sell her. She could bring him about fifteen thousand dollars in the market. She had been drugged, for course.
Barbara lay in the adjoining room, only dimly aware of the activity around her. She had on only a sheer robe, Sylvester would dress her later after he had fucked her one last time.
She heard a pounding at the door, and twisted her head from side to side trying to make it stop. She heard Sylvester tell his two bodyguards, Rico and Benny, to see who it was.
Suddenly, there were men swarming all over the place and someone had gathered her in strong arms, a dear voice whispering over and over, "Barbara, Barbara, oh, my darling!"
She opened her eyes and stared at her husband's handsome face.
"Bill? Oh, Bill," she cried. "Bill, they're going to take my away. They're going to sell me in Buenos Aires!"
"No, no they're not, my darling. Everything's all over now. Everything's going to be all right from now on!"
******
The beautiful dark-haired woman got off the Southern-bound express at Washington, D.C. There was a ten minute delay before the train would continue along its route.
She looked around impatiently for a porter to help her with the new luggage containing all the new clothes she had had to buy in New York. It had been a bore leaving her expensive clothes at the Hotel Bennett. But she couldn't return there, she was sure Joseph had gotten his by now.
She caught the attention of a porter pushing a dolly full with suitcases. "I'll be right back, Lady, I'll get your bags then."
Arlene MacGregor nodded, opened her bag and pulled out a cigarette. Lighting it, she glanced around waiting for the porter to return. The train was warming up ready to continue its journey.
From the shadows of the overhang, two men, somberly dressed, walked toward her. Arlene's heart stopped. Detectives, if she ever saw one, and Arlene MacGregor had seen plenty in her lifetime.-
Throwing her cigarette to the ground, she turned and walked in the opposite direction toward the train engine. She had to get to the other side of the train, then she could get away from the dicks.
She was halfway across the tracks when the train bore down on her. The engineer hadn't seen her until it was too late to apply his brakes. The broken, mangled body was thrown into the air, landing back on the station platform. Arlene MacGregor was dead.
A crowd gathered, the police directing the activities, the siren of an ambulance growing louder. There was no identification in the woman's bag or in her smart cases and the policeman noted another "Jane Doe" case.
"What do you suppose made her do it," said a man in a dark overcoat to the policeman in charge. "My son and I were walking toward her, when she turned and ran smack in front of the train."
"Yes, it's very odd said the younger man also dressed in a dark overcoat and hat, "we were only going to offer our services in helping her with her suitcases!"
