Tracy felt the waves of nausea grow stronger as the exhaust fumes from the bus drifted into the interior. She rose and made her way slowly down the aisle, swallowing hard to choke back the bitter fluid. If she could only make it to the restroom!
Her vomiting amounted to little more than dry heaves but the flood of sickness that came over her each time was maddening. When it first began about a month ago she was sure she just had a touch of the virus but later, when she missed her period, her worst fears were confirmed. She was pregnant!
That one word meant the end of the world for her! Maybe in some families this sort of thing could be discussed and worked out but not in hers. Her father would never hear her explanation beyond the word "pregnant." He would never understand how his daughter, the girl he had raised so strictly, by the good book, the girl who had never seen her own mother or sisters in the nude, the girl who had never witnessed so much as a kiss between her parents; who, at sixteen, was still not allowed to date or go to any school functions; how could this girl come in and tell him she was pregnant!
No, there would be no discussion or compassion displayed over her dilemma in her home. She had two alternatives; to tell them and take the terrible beating and eternal condemnations to hell-fire and brimstone, or to run away.
Tracy had chosen to run away but it had taken several weeks and some careful planning to devise a scheme. In health class they had studied the process of pregnancy and miscarriage. One of the girls had raised the question of abortion and there had been quite a discussion after that over the pros and cons of legalizing abortion. Until that day, Tracy had not even known that such a procedure existed. Now, she wished she had listened more closely. She had retained enough information to know that girls in trouble often sought out someone who would perform such an atrocity. She recalled her disgust at the whole topic and shuddered to find herself in a position that might well involve that very thing! She began to keep her ears open in the girls' locker room after gym class. There was always some scandalous conversation going on in there, if she asked her questions innocently enough, she could get some of the information she needed, without being made suspect. No one would suspect her anyhow! "Miss Goody-good with the stone-age father" they dubbed her.
During those weeks when the awful plan was formulating in her mind, Tracy would look longingly at her mother, aching for the type of relationship that would enable her to rush into her arms and sob out her torments.
Of course that was out of the question and by the time she missed her second period, she was frantic. She loathed the idea of facing Gerry alone, but she passed him a note at school, arranging a time and place for a meeting. He may be the preacher's son, raised by the same strict standards that her family had inflicted upon her, but he was none-the-less, the father of the child within her womb!
The note stated simply, "Gerry, I have to talk to you. Sunday after church in the choir room. If you're not there, I'll have to tell your father about that night."
It was three days until Sunday and each of them was pure, torturous hell! The vile thing he had done to her was bad enough, but now, to have to face him with the admission of pregnancy...
The only permissive thing her parents had ever done was to allow her to stay at the church after services, to help straighten up. It was after a Wednesday evening meeting while she was putting the folding chairs away, that Gerry whispered, "I'll wait at the corner and walk you part way home."
His invitation surprised her but it pleased her too. He was under the same strict regulations she was and to dare this simple walk was a big thing to both of them. Maybe because she had a secret crush on him, maybe just because such a thing was forbidden, but for whatever reason, she nodded her acceptance of the idea. Anyway, it was scary walking home alone, along the dark streets...
She had known Gerry since her family moved to Sanford when she was seven. They joined the church where his father was the pastor. Walking home with him would almost be like being with one of her own brothers. Most of the youngsters in their church group were raised with pretty high standards but Gerry and Tracy could have been siblings, so close was the code of their upbringing. Gerry's father was tall and thin and, with his beard, he resembled Abe Lincoln. Only the look of compassion and understanding was missing from his stern countenance. He was as straight-laced concerning his family affairs, as he was in his church and Tracy's father was exactly like him. The children of both families were obedient in adhering to the rigid rules set before them, out of fear of God and fear of their parents. To ever imagine Gerry in the terrible role he played that night, was unthinkable.
She left the church shortly after he did, while some of the elders stayed behind to lock up. Careful that no one was watching or following her, she walked slowly up the street toward the corner and found Gerry waiting.
"Anyone coming behind you?" he whispered as she approached.
"No. I walked slow. No one is coming."
He looked around, confirming her statement then, taking her arm, he led her swiftly past a few houses, through a dark yard and into the alley.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"We can't walk out there . . . someone would see us and tell our folks. I know a short-cut we can just sort of walk along, like everything is all right"
His answer was plausible and even sounded exciting. He reached for her hand and they walked quietly for awhile, digesting the act of disobedience they were committing, wondering why their parents said it was a sin for boys and girls to like each other.
The alley ended and Gerry pointed to a darkened spot with trees ahead. "We can go that way and still not be late," he said. She acknowledged with a step in that direction. It was nice walking with him, pleasant and nice.
The dirt path narrowed and the grove of trees beyond looked dark and foreboding.
Tracy remembered how she had hesitated and then, looking into his familiar face, she felt her apprehension disappear. Gerry was almost like a brother to her; he certainly would never take advantage of her trust.
They were well hidden among the trees when Gerry turned and grabbed her. Suddenly, he was kissing her on the mouth and fumbling with the buttons on her blouse.
"Stop it! Stop it, Gerry . . . what are you doing?" Those were-her only coherent words. She heard his replies but she couldn't make herself accept any of it as reality. This couldn't be happening to her and it couldn't be Gerry talking in such a way!
"All I hear at school is 'fuck, fuck, fuck!' That's all the guys talk about! The girls that will, the ones that won't . . . how good it feels . . . they look at me and snicker ... call me Virgin Boy!"
Her eyes were wide with shock, when she felt her blouse rip open down the front.
"For months I've been thinking about asking a girl out with me, but how? How Tracy? How can kids like you and me explain to them that we aren't allowed to go out ? How can I ask a girl to sneak around in the shadows with me so my folks won't know I've got a girl?" His voice was trembling but his hands were strong and sure, as they forced Tracy to the ground.
The full ripeness of her youthful breasts were exposed as she fell among the leaves and Gerry's hands moved over them hungrily. "You don't wear a bra!" he exclaimed, as he felt the warmth of her globes under his hands.
Tracy didn't answer but she thought of the argument she had with her mother months ago over a bra. Her mother said, "It was an unnecessary expense when nature provided young girls with strong muscles to keep them where God wanted them." The last thing she remembered was seeing the trickle of blood on Gerry's cheek. He was holding her down with his body, when she fainted. His kisses brought her to again and she looked up to see the crazed look of lust on his face. Assured that she was all right, he shoved his head to her breast and started sucking on it. The shame and embarrassment froze her to absolute stillness. The struggle she had put up until then was gone and she stared past him as he molested her nipples.
She could feel the hardness of his penis on her thigh where her skirt had shifted high and she panicked.
"My God, he isn't going to do that too, he wouldn't!"
Gerry was panting with passion now and didn't even try to stop himself. The girl below him might as well have been a complete stranger to him; so little heed he took of the terror-stricken face. He grabbed his dick and shoved her legs apart, thrusting into her tight, unprepared youth. The scream of pain was stifled by his mouth crushing down on hers. He fucked her as only a young boy with his first piece can fuck - hard - fast and with a sense of guilt. Even when he had finished and had released all his anxieties and frustrations in liquid form into her belly, he still could not refrain from exploring her still body. She was in shock, she didn't stir while his fingers probed her vulva and spread it apart. Gerry had never seen a naked girl before and intended to take full advantage of this opportunity. He lowered his head to her crotch to look more closely. The odor of his fresh secretion and her woman-smell inflamed him. No wonder the fellows found this their favorite subject of conversation. He bent lower and placed a kiss on the tiny little organ between the lips of her vagina, experiencing a desire to suck it.
He squirmed back up her body and studied her face. She was beautiful! He wanted desperately to fuck her again!
His guilt vanished as she began to cry and try to free herself. His prick hardened in response.
Tracy tried to cry out but Gerry was pushing into her again, his mouth muffling her protests.'
The more she squirmed and tried to get away, the more determined he became to screw her. He reached down, separated her lips and shoved the head of his fire-hot prick into her cunt.
"Take it, Tracy! You're the only girl that understands why I feel this way ... why I have to find out what it is about ... you've got to take it!"
He pressed against her and she felt the sickening pain of the intrusion. Her hands beat him, tearing at his neck and shoulders but he was oblivious to them as he reveled in the delights of her cunt. She felt him release a spurting load of hot fluid, then he rolled away. She lay still, staring up into the branches of the big trees that surrounded them. He said something about being in love with her, but the words made no sense. A hard sob tore from her throat and she started to cry. Gerry leaned over trying to comfort her but even as he did so, even with the knot of guilt rolling up tight in his stomach, even though he knew she hated him, he felt the monster of lust come upon him again. He grabbed her roughly and mounted her again. Tracy was beyond fighting ... it was like she was mesmerized by the force of the whole ordeal.
He felt the moistness of the tiny slit around his organ as he thrust himself deeply into her torn and bleeding well. He could feel the elasticity of her cove shudder against the immensity of his staff and he began pumping vigorously, this time able to delay his climax. The first two times he had hardly entered when he exploded; this time he was learning what fucking was supposed to be about. Tracy slipped away into oblivion, remembering nothing of his hands clawing at her breasts or the saliva from his mouth slithering all over her neck. She hardly remembered him helping her to her feet and straightening her crumpled clothing. She thought she would never be able to walk ... but she did. She had walked out of the grove, into the clearing holding his arm for steadiness until the clearing no longer afforded them privacy. He tried to talk to her, to pardon himself but her stony silence afforded no forgiveness or insight into what she was thinking. He stood in the shadows and watched her walk the last block home alone. He glanced at his watch and saw that only twenty minutes had elapsed. How could so much have happened in so short a time?
Tracy walked slowly, never to know of his burning shame and regret. She only knew that it was her fault. "It was always the girl's fault!" How often had she heard this remark from her parents when they came across an article in the paper or heard a rumor about some girl in town? Hadn't she heard sermons from her father about the lust and shamelessness of young men?
Somehow she got upstairs to her room without actually seeing her parents. They were in the parlor when she came in and, mustering all the false gaiety she could, she called, "I'm home!" They acknowledged her greeting and continued whatever they were doing without further comment. There was no need to question their children - they were being raised properly.
Inside her room, her knees buckled and she crawled to the comfort of her big, four-poster bed. Her eyes studied the disarray of her clothing and the smudges of dirt on her body. Painfully she got up and found a pair of pajamas. With them under her arm, she made her way silently to the bathroom and locked herself in. The water was hot and she scrubbed herself thoroughly but still she felt dirty. The terrible gnawing memory of her sin was a physical pain as well as mental. Back in her room her tears flowed silently as she mended her blouse, then crept into bed. Then she slept.
Now, nearly two months later, she was to meet with Gerry and tell him the horrible truth and the consequences of their sin. He paced nervously while he waited for her in the choir room.
There could only be one reason why she would ever break the bond of silence between them and his fear knew no bounds. The slight flicker of hope died the moment he saw her face. She was pregnant! The impact of knowing made him grip the edge of the table for support. He avoided looking into her eyes.
Tracy was relieved that he had known without her having to say so. It would have been sacrilegious to have said it in church. She sat down opposite him, picked up two song books and handed one to him.
"Open it, pretend we're discussing one of the hymns," she said quietly.
Gerry did as she asked, keeping his eyes averted.
"I hate you, you know," she began without ever changing the tone of her voice. "I hate you but you are the only one that I have to talk to now. You have made me pregnant . . . I am now." She waited for his reply without looking at him.
"I know ... I know . . . I'm so ... sorry . . ." He fought for words. "I don't know how to ask your forgiveness ..."
"Never mind being ashamed or sorry; it's too late for that now! You know our folks would never let us marry, even if I would consider it, which I would not. I'm going away, I'm going to get rid of this, this . . ." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Her voice faltered and then faded completely for a moment "I'll need money ... I don't know how much but at least enough to get out of town. When can you get it for me?" Her words came evenly, without emotion. She simply stated her demands and awaited his reply.
Gerry looked at her for the first time since they had started talking. He was shocked at the hardness he saw in her face and eyes. This wasn't the quiet, shy, sensitive girl he had known all his life! Her request didn't shock him as much as the fact that it was she, who requested it! How did she know about such things? Who had she talked to? Where would she go? A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as he studied the calm, beautiful face before him.
"Well, are you going to help me?" she said. The poise she maintained was as unreal to her as it was to him.
He glanced around the room to assure himself that he was really here, that this was really happening. Before he answered, he looked at her and thought, "God, she is pretty! If only things weren't the way they are we might have married. We could have dated and laughed and learned about life together. I wonder if she knows how angelic she looks now . . . right this instant?"
"I don't have much money but I'll try to get more. I saved some from my summer job . . . will two hundred be enough?" He paused, then reached for her hand. "Oh, Tracy, what will you do? To hell with our folks! Marry me, Tracy, let me make it up to you!"
Her stare turned to ice. "I'm not sure what I'll do but you can be sure of one thing Gerry Baker. I'll do it without you!" She spat the words out. His shoulders slumped as he got up.
"When do you need the money? How will I get it to you?" He couldn't look at her.
"Bring it Wednesday night and leave it in your hymnal. I'll be nearby and pick it up on my way out." She rose and as an afterthought, she turned and leaned close to his face. "If you ever tell a soul about us, I'll kill myself!"
Then she was gone and Gerry stared after her at the open door.
Chapter Two
Her father found the note on Thursday morning.
Tracy's mother read the note while he continued to rant and rave.
"Dear Father and Mother,
I'm sorry to have to leave but it is the only way. I have done something that would only bring shame and disgrace to you. No one knows about it so you are safe in making any explanation you see fit to explain my absence. I love you both and my brothers and sisters . . . please don't judge me too harshly. God will take care of that. If you are ever able to forgive me, please pray for me. I'll be needing your prayers badly.
Your daughter, Tracy
Knowing her as they did, they did not doubt that she must have really done something terrible. She would never have left home otherwise. She just was not the type to run away for a lark. Her mother wanted to notify the police but her father refused. "She knew what she was doing! Surely if it had been something that could have been corrected, she would have stayed home and corrected it! No, there will be no police to disgrace us! If she ever comes back, we will give her a chance to explain . . . until then, as far as we're concerned she's dead!" He glared at his family and they knew the subject was closed. None of them would ever dare mention her name again.
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Tracy had taken the money from the song book at church and left the church without even counting it. For weeks she had studied maps of the area and decided to walk the thirteen miles to the next town and catch a bus from there. If they did try to track her down, which was doubtful, it would be a little more difficult this way.
Now, vomiting in the washroom basin in the bus, she wondered what they would do if they could see her now. An impatient rapping at the door brought her around to the present. She splashed water on her face and reached over to unlatch it. A woman in her early thirties came in and hurried to sit on the commode. It was only after she relieved herself that she took a good look at the girl bracing herself over the tiny sink.
"Good Lord! You look positively green! I didn't mean to bust in on you like that ... I'm sorry. Say honey, is there anything I can do?" She placed a hand on Tracy's shoulder. The touch was so comforting and friendly, Tracy began crying. The other woman pulled her into her arms and cradled her a moment, allowing all the tears to spill forth. "Isn't there something I can do?" she said again.
Tracy looked at her. The need to confide in someone bursting within her. She would have to tell someone soon about getting rid of her baby. It no longer mattered what anyone thought of her ... she had to have some answers and soon. The poor little baby wouldn't stand a chance with such a terrible mother anyhow.
"I'm in trouble . . . terrible trouble . . ." she stated simply. "I'm frightened."
A knowing look came over the woman's face.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't really know ... somewhere ... anywhere ... I have to find someone that will help me..."
The closeness of the tiny cubicle was renewing her nausea. "I've got to get out of here," she said, stepping into the aisle.
When Tracy reached her seat, the woman leaned over and said, "I'll be right back . . . let me gather my things and I'll ride with you. You can tell me all about it then."
Relieved at the idea of companionship, Tracy leaned back against the cushioned seat and waited. If only those fumes weren't so strong!
The woman came back as she had promised but she wasn't alone. There was a man with her whom she introduced as her husband. He sat in an empty seat ahead of them and busied himself reading a paper.
"By the way honey, my name is Lou," she said. The woman reached over and patted Tracy's hand. "Don't worry about him, when he reads he's in another world. Besides, he can't hear over the noise of the motor. Talk, if you feel it will help get it off your chest." Tracy didn't catch the tone of sinister amusement when Lou added, "Maybe when I know the story, I can figure out a way to help."
The temptation to unload her problems to an older, wiser woman was too much for Tracy. She told Lou about her folks and her strict upbringing. When she finished talking, Lou had the story of the walk, the rape and the run-away. The only things Tracy had withheld were the details of the rape and the boy's name but Lou had all the information she needed.
"Won't the boy share the responsibility?" she asked for sake of conversation and continuity.
Tracy winced. "I don't want him to ... I want to ... I want to lose the . . ." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. "I'm not fit to be a mother!" She began crying again. The comforting arms of the other woman slipped around her.
"Look, Tracy . . . this isn't something I really should become involved in ... what you want to do is illegal, you know. Have you thought it out thoroughly?"
Tracy nodded, still in the circle of the maternal arms. "Yes . . . yes, it's the only way out for me ..."
"Are you sure you won't change your mind and go back to your family? Maybe you and the boy could get married or something."
Tracy pulled away and looked straight ahead. "Never!"
"Well, Jack and I get off at the next stop. If you are dead set on doing this, you'd better come along with us. At least we can try to find a good doctor for you . . . alone you would probably end up in the hands of some butcher."
Tracy cried again, unable to find words to express her gratitude. After a brief conference between Lou and Jack he turned in his seat and patted Tracy's hand. "Don't worry, honey, we'll figure something out. Get your bags together, we get off in about five minutes."
Tracy obeyed like a child, wondrous at her good fortune in meeting these kind people. It never occurred to her to wonder why strangers would involve themselves in something they referred to as "illegal." When the bus pulled into Summertown, the three of them got off while Jack took charge of the baggage.
"We'll stop later and eat somewhere after your stomach has settled," Lou said. She explained that they would rent a car and drive to a town called Greenville. "The bus doesn't go that far so we always get off here and drive a rental car home.
A few hours later Tracy was surprised to hear her name being called.
"Wake up, dearie . . . we're home. You were sleeping so good we didn't have the heart to stop at a cafe and wake you up to eat. Let's get in the house, it's getting chilly out here."
Tracy sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to adjust her eyes to the deepening twilight. She scrambled out of the car with the eagerness of a youngster about to embark on a new exciting adventure.
They went up the steps to the big porch, arm in arm, laughing and chatting like old friends. Tracy had almost forgotten her reason for being there when she heard the door lock behind them.
Chapter Three
Tracy was shown to her room and Lou suggested she change into a nightie and robe.
"Jack is calling around to some friends of ours. There is a good chance that we can find a doctor tonight."
Tracy looked dismayed when she remembered her reason for being there. After the door closed she sat on the bed, deep in thought. "I wish I knew more about this," she mused. "From all the teacher said, it is a dangerous ordeal and doesn't always work anyway ... what if I don't lose the baby . . . what if I cripple it but it still lives? What if my family finds out? Oh, dear God! What am I about to do?" She sank to her knees and tried to find comfort in prayer but the words caught in her throat.
"How can I even dare address God when I'm about to commit murder?" Miserably, she changed into her nightie and flopped across the bed. Memory flashed words and pictures from years of Sunday school as the tears slipped from her eyes. "Thou shalt not kill," this was the refrain that danced in her ears, becoming louder and louder until she finally grabbed the pillow and covered her head trying to escape.
When Jack came in, she flew into his arms sobbing her heart out.
"Oh, you and Lou are being so good to me and I don't deserve it! I'm bad! Evil! . . ." Her body trembled against him and he could feel the soft, rounded curves of her youth through the flimsy gown. Fighting the desire to tear the gown from her body and carry her to bed, he pushed her away from him and said, with fatherly concern, "Tracy, you must pull yourself together. You know this is the only way for you . . . come on now, snap out of it, the doctor is on his way."
Lou came in carrying a glass of warm milk and helped Jack get the hysterical girl into bed.
"The doctor said to have you drink this and relax. He will talk to you when he gets here . . . and Tracy, stop worrying. He is one of the best. You're not the only girl that ever needed his kind of help."
Tracy drank the milk and lay back against the pillows Jack had puffed up for her. Her dark eyes were framed in sadness but she tried to smile for their sake; after all, they were being especially kind to her. Perhaps their religion did not stress things as strongly as hers did. Perhaps they did not feel that what she was about to do was such a sin after all. She tried reasoning with herself but there were so many years of contrary teaching in her background.
The wait while the doctor was on his way was sheer hell for her. One moment she wanted to get out of bed and run all the way back home and the next, she was impatient for him to come and get it over with. Only once did she think of Gerry. The momentary recall of his brutal attack on her body sent her into a fit of trembling. Yes, she was doing the right thing . . . any baby born of such lust and hate would be doomed just as she herself was doomed. The milk made her drowsy and she dozed.
The doctor talked to Jack and Lou downstairs before going up to the sleeping girl. There was no haggling over his fee; a flat five hundred dollars. He was a reputable doctor and his work was never failing nor were there ever any complications. He wouldn't take the case if a girl had other problems concerning her health or if she was too far along to be safe. He asked a few simple, pointed questions and the couple answered to the best of their knowledge. This arrangement had been a profitable one to all of them for eight years. No one wanted to foul it up. Jack and Lou were agents. Their part of the operation was to find girls in similar situations to Tracy's, befriend them, insure a compromising predicament, begin the long trail of humiliations and transfer them to the "big boss." From that point, he and a staff of able men and women took over to continue the debasement on a grand scale until the girls were ready to be auctioned off at a "private market." Most of the girls were purchased by foreign promoters and taken overseas to the harem markets. The doctor never knew what sort of girl he would find when he climbed the stairs at Jack and Lou's. He didn't much care. If they were pregnant and healthy, he would do his bit, receive his cash and bow out of the picture. Jack was at his elbow this time, telling him of the beauty of the girl in question.
"You just won't believe it! She is so goddam pretty I'm amazed she didn't get knocked up years before! I'm going to enjoy the hell out of fucking this one!"
The doctor, annoyed with Jack's brutish conversation and tendencies, waved him aside at the top of the stairs.
"Send Lou up here to assist me and you stay the hell out of my way. Run your camera, not your mouth and don't get my face in any of those films . . . Remember, I screen them before I leave."
The doctor closed the door behind him and stared at the sleeping form on the bed. Rotten business! but the money was great and steady ... it might as well be him as some butcher! At least when he performed these things, he used proper procedure and medical technique ... he didn't end up killing the girls either.
Tracy stirred as he walked over to the bed.
"Wake up, girl, we have work to do." His voice was kind and his manner was reassuring. Tracy smiled weakly. She was too embarrassed to answer him.
He began to explain what he was going to do and the extent of cooperation on her part that he would expect and require. It all sounded so simple; Tracy wondered what all the discussion had meant in the Health Class. Her apprehension lessened as she listened to the calm, steady voice of the doctor but the terrible guilt remained. The mere fact that she felt she would be out of danger in his hands did not alter the atrocity of killing an unborn child. He watched her face as he had so many others and knew the conflict she must be experiencing. Sometimes he was even sorry to be in so sordid a business but a quick reassuring thought of the money always stayed his tongue and steadied his hand. He finished his explanation and left the room so she could undress and position herself according to his instructions. Lou met him outside the bedroom door and after a moment they re-entered together.
Tracy was in the bed, apparently nude from the way she hugged the sheet.
Lou wrapped her head and face in a cool towel, explaining that it would be easier for her if she didn't watch. Jack moved into the room silently and stood a few feet behind the doctor with his camera.
The abortion was accomplished with a mild pain killer and Tracy obeyed the doctor's orders to bear down when he commanded. She felt his hands working between her legs but not as much pain as she had expected. Jack filmed the whole procedure for future use. Lou kept Tracy occupied, talking to her and comforting her.
The doctor was quiet during the procedure except for instructions to Tracy. When he was finished, he waited downstairs while Jack processed the film. He screened it to be certain there were no shots of his face, pocketed the envelope containing five one hundred dollar bills and left. Tracy was completely at the mercy of Jack and Lou now; there would be no more callers.
Tracy came out of sedation early the next morning. Lou was there, ready with the antibiotics the doctor had left but all traces of friendliness were gone. She was quiet, stern and unobliging when Tracy tried to converse or ask questions. The girl was puzzled and hurt. Why had this woman turned on her? Was it because she was a murderess? What would become of her now with the only two people she thought of as friends, acting in so strange a manner? She cried softly to herself.
"Don't start blubbering! It's over! Your baby is dead . . . crying won't change that! After all the trouble we have gone through to help you, please don't subject us to a fit of false hysteria. You don't think for a moment that we believed that ridiculous story you told us about being raped, do you?"
Tracy stared wide-eyed at the woman but she was unable to speak. What was Lou saying? What did she mean?
"Every little tramp that gets into a jam makes up a story like that . . . we've heard them all! If you know what's good for you, you'll do as you're told and keep your mouth shut. They can put you in jail for having an abortion." She left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Tracy tried to get out of bed and run after her but she was too weak to walk. Frightened, she got back to the bed and thought about all the things Lou had said. "If they really didn't believe me, why did they help me? Oh, God, how can I make them believe I was telling the truth." She was deep in thought when she heard footsteps approaching.
Jack came in with a tray holding her breakfast but he too, had changed. Tracy didn't venture to talk to him except to thank him for the tray.
"Be damned sure you eat it all. I want you healthy in a hurry cause I can hardly wait to climb all over you!" He stood above the bed waiting to see her reaction.
Tracy dropped the fork. Surely she had misunderstood him. She looked up at him and saw the same lust as she had seen in Gerry's face that night. He reached down and placed his hands on her shoulders. "That's right kid, you're our property now and you've got a favor to repay. Don't look so shocked. You didn't think we went to all that trouble out of the kindness of our hearts did you? You've been fucked before . . . the only difference now is, that you'll see the difference between some hot, pimply-faced punk and a man." He stopped a moment, an evil smile veiling his lips. "You'll learn a hell of a lot more than that! By the time we are finished with you, you'll know everything there is to know about sex. Lou will make love to you; how do you like that idea, huh?" Again the diabolical expression crossed his face. "There will be lots of men and lots of fucking . . . you'll enjoy it, baby believe me, you'll learn to love it." He laughed heartily then left her, locking the door from the outside.
Ten days passed, and Tracy feared she was going to lose her mind. Every time Lou or Jack came into her room they talked filth. They threatened her with all the things that were going to happen to her as soon as she recovered. She was only allowed out of bed to relieve herself and then only if they were both with her. The shame of using the toilet in their presence was a horror in itself to Tracy. Jack seemed to delight in making nasty comments just to see her cringe.
At night when they left her alone she would get up and try to pry the window open but it was jammed tight and they never failed to lock the bedroom door from the outside. There was no way out and no way of knowing how serious they were about their threats but she knew one thing; she was their prisoner and at their mercy. She had tired to refuse her food and pills, hoping she would die but they forced them down her.
Sleep only came when she was completely exhausted and consequently, when she slept, she slept soundly. Then one night her tormentors returned and by the time she was completely awake, they had her pinned to the bed and were binding her with ropes in a spread-eagle position. Her nightgown had hiked up past her hips in the struggle and she cringed with shame as Jack visually explored her crotch. A gag was placed in her mouth to quiet the loud screaming sobs ripping from her throat. Oblivious to her terror they went about the room, setting up a screen and projector.
"We have some entertainment for you tonight, Tracy," Lou said. "It's just a short movie but you are the star and we thought it might help you to see it. It might teach you to keep your damned mouth shut so you can get rid of that gag eventually."
Tracy was mesmerized as the film rolled out the ugly abortion scene.
"If at any time, you try to escape or withhold your cooperation, this film will be sent to your folks with a tape recording of the story you told us."
Tracy looked from one to the other and paled. What kind of monsters were these people? Were they going to kill her? She wished they would. The film was hideous! A film showing her, Tracy Patton, allowing someone to kill her unborn child! She lost all control of herself. The gag choked her as she cried and the ropes bit into her flesh as she struggled to free herself.
Jack took a pair of scissors and cut the gown from her body and wet his lips with his tongue as he looked down at her youthful loveliness.
He and Lou quickly stripped and got into bed beside Tracy. She was stunned and so completely naive and helpless! She felt their hands fondling her body and squirmed uselessly to get away. Their vulgarities burned in her ears and she shut her eyes tightly to blot out the ugliness surrounding her.
Jack climbed up on her chest and grabbed her head between his hands and she felt Lou prying the lips of her vagina apart.
Oh my God, my God! What are they doing? Why are they acting like this? Tracy's mind was in a whirl of confusion and fear. Her knowledge of sex and anything pertaining to it was so scant she could not even begin to envision the things that were about to happen to her.
Her eyes were still closed, her head still held tightly between Jack's hands when she heard him say, "I'm going to take off that gag but I warn you . . . don't start screaming!" The gag was released. Tracy immediately opened her mouth to protest. Jack shoved his wet, hard prick into the hollow and laughed down at her.
"I warned you not to open your mouth. Now, suck. Suck or I'll choke you to death!"
This she heard at the same instant she felt something warm and soft traveling the length of her slit. Petrified, Tracy began to gag and squirm. Jack didn't pump but instead, just followed the thrashing of her head, keeping his prick in her mouth. Lou explored the sweet tender meats of Tracy's cunt with her tongue while she fondled her husband's buttocks. The hard rod in her mouth kept her from crying out but Tracy's torment and horror were mirrored in her eyes as they darted around the room in search of escape from this nightmare. It couldn't be happening!
Jack tired of her antics and braced her head again between his hands. He moved his staff deeper into her mouth until she could feel the back of her throat touching the head of it. Tracy prayed for death as he began pumping himself back and forth in the wetness of her mouth when suddenly she felt the explosion of warm fluid trickling down her throat. She didn't know what it was but it sickened her. He slumped over her, resting while Lou continued licking Tracy's cunt. Tracy, still gripped in the horror of what was happening to her, slowly became aware now of a strange, new sensation in her private part. Jack had not withdrawn his prick from her mouth and nausea continued to sweep over her but under all the torments and fear was this "other" feeling, this "different" feeling. She didn't understand at all. Lou worked now at the tiny organ between the lips of Tracy's cunt and could feel it grow hard under her tongue. Jack, too, felt the body under him grow rigid in a different way. His dick hardened again and Tracy closed her eyes, unable to cope with the trembling of her body. The large, slimy rod moved in and out of her mouth but all the while she felt the repulsion against it and the entire ordeal, the area between her legs was fire - hot and pulsating. Lou nibbled and then sucked the nubbin deeply into her mouth. Tracy, still fighting or trying to fight Jack away from her, felt a hot rush of fluid juicing its way to her vagina and then Lou drinking it up hungrily. Her body shook with terror and ecstasy. Jack pulled his prick out of her mouth as it was ejecting another load and let it spurt all over her face. She gagged, vomited, cried, babbled incoherently. Then she lost consciousness.
Lou moved from between the spread legs of the still girl and rolled over onto her back. Jack mounted her, licking her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of the dew she had stolen from Tracy's cunt.
Lou moaned and cried, "Fuck me Jack . . . wake her up and make her watch you fuck me ... oh, hurry ..."
Jack shook Tracy until she stirred and opened her eyes.
"You're in for a treat, kid . . . you get to watch a couple of pros!" His tone became menacing as she closed her eyes and tried not to hear him.
"I said, you're going to watch! If I catch you with your eyes shut again, I'll fuck you instead of Lou!"
Tracy stared at him in disbelief. Nothing was real to her anymore . . . he wasn't real, this room wasn't real . . . nothing. She had died and was now in the hell she had heard of all her life . . . only it was worse; it was filthy and degrading! She was there because she had committed murder.
Jack sat up on Lou's spread thighs and poked around her cunt with his fingers, making lewd comments, and then shoved his prick into the sloppy gash.
Tracy watched the expressions on his face and heard the slurping noises of Lou's cunt embracing his pole. She fought to keep her eyes open fearing that he would do the same things to her if she didn't.
She cringed, it just didn't seem real. Lou was jerking and twisting under Jack's hard thrusts and Tracy heard her crying out, "Oh, Jack . . . beat it into me ... bang me hard . . . fuck me, man, fuck me, screw me til I die ... ahhhh . . ."
She trembled, thinking of the night Gerry was on top of her body like that and she remembered the awful, searing pain of his invasion. How could Lou beg for it like she was doing? What was wrong with these people? Would they turn her into a maniac too? Her tears began again and Jack looked over at her, amused.
"Don't cry . . . you'll get some too, just be patient."
"Never mind her you son-of-a-bitch, just keep fucking me ... pound me hard ... do it ... ohhhh . . ."
Jack turned his full attention back to the squirming bitch under him, but he was thinking about how good it would feel to screw the horrified girl next to them.
The bed was quaking with the activity of the couple. Tracy was horrified by the scene she was being forced to witness and mortified at herself when she felt her cunt start to throb just from watching them. "What's the matter with me? What causes that feeling down there? Oh, God, I am so wicked! It's almost as if I wanted him to do it to me! I don't! I couldn't stand having him touch me again! Please, God, take me from this hell . . . I'll do anything to repent . . . save me from this . . . please . . ."
As she prayed silently for deliverance she watched as Jack turned on the body he was screwing and buried his head between Lou's legs. She heard Lou say, "Don't go off yet ... wait . . . wait until I get it in my mouth . . ." She heard the loud, sucking, swallowing noises from Lou's throat and saw Jack's ass humping up and down over the woman's head.
Tracy threw up again. The vomit was all over her, mingling with the cum Jack had smeared on her face. She felt she was suffocating!
The couple finished their pleasures before they focused their attention on her again.
"Look at that dirty bitch! Now I'll have to change the bedding and clean her up!" Lou spat.
"Why bother? Let her sleep in it ... serve her right!" Jack returned lazily. "Come on, let's get out of here, it stinks."
They didn't bother to cover her before they left. Tracy heard the door being locked and wondered why they bothered. She was bound so tightly to the bed she couldn't move anyway.
The night passed slowly for her. She was filthy and the odor nauseated her so she vomited every time she thought about it. Her body felt weak and strange and her mind was filled with the atrocities of the evening. She remembered the horror of feeling the man's foul organ in her mouth and the sickening smell of the white stuff that flowed from the slit in the head of it. It was still all over her face, dried now and smelly. She had to urinate but was afraid to call them . . . they might do more to her. Her kidneys reacted involuntarily and Tracy lay in the pool of her own urine, ashamed beyond words. Prayer would not even come to her now. How could she pray? What did her Master think of her now, naked, filthy, wallowing in the mess and excretions of her own body?
Dawn came and still, Tracy had not slept. There were large, dark circles around her eyes and they were swollen nearly shut from crying. Every noise she heard brought terror to her as she waited, knowing soon they would be in to her.
They came in around ten, nude and disheveled-looking.
Jack began untying the ropes as Lou explained they were going to take a bath, all of them ... together. '
Horrified at the prospect of being further subjected to their indecency, Tracy tried to free herself and make a dash for the door. Jack grabbed her arm just as she touched the knob. He slapped her hard, digging his nails into the flesh of her bare shoulder. Lou stalked over to her, and grabbing a handful of the dark, matted hair, jerked Tracy's head back.
"You ever try that again and we'll kill you! Have you already forgotten the favor we did you? You bitch!"
She released her and stepped back as if repulsed by touching the girl.
"Lousy baby-killer . . . how do you expect to be treated? Like the Queen of Sheba?" She opened the door and went out ahead of her husband who was still holding tightly to the girl's wrist.
"God, you stink!" he remarked as they made their way to the bathroom. "Let's throw her in the shower first before we get in a tub with her, Lou. I don't feel like having all that puke and crap all over me!"
Tracy kept her head lowered, trying to shut out the words. She knew she was bad but she hadn't expected anything like this. Lou was right, she was nothing but a low-down murderess. Maybe she deserved this treatment after all. Just the same, she recoiled from it. It frightened her and sickened her. Would she ever be free again?
Chapter Four
Tracy was still for hours after the ordeal in the tub. She couldn't sleep. The degradation of the morning haunted her and mocked her even when she tried to close her mind to it and shut it out.
They had shoved her into the shower alone and the cold tingling water was instantly refreshing. For a few minutes, she was herself again, the young, innocent Tracy, enjoying a quick shower before school. For that brief span her guilt was washed away. The ugliness was gone, the fright, the horror, everything! Then they pulled her out and the fearful realities began again. Nothing had changed except her body was clean.
She shuddered as the memory of the bath crawled around in her brain. Just having anyone see .her naked was bad enough but to have them do the things they did ...
"Oh, God! What will become of me? Please take away your curse of punishment! I don't understand any of this ... I don't understand this kind of people! Please, please, God, forgive me and help me to get away from them . . ."
She whispered snatches of prayer aloud and then mumbled under her breath. She was bound to the bed again, arms straight down, legs wide apart. They left her that way after the bath and she hadn't seen or heard them since. Lunch time had come and gone and still no signs of life anywhere in the house. She was relieved. She couldn't have eaten. Her body trembled as she thought of the way Lou had taken Jack's prick into her mouth and sucked it like a nipple. She had tried not to watch but they slapped her every time they caught her looking away or closing her eyes.
They made her sit all hunched up at the front of the tub near the faucets. Jack sat on the back on the tub edge and Lou knelt in the water between his legs. He grabbed her head and pulled it to his organ but instead of fighting, Lou seemed pleased with his desires. She hastened to lick and suck on the big, purplish rod. Tracy heard the nauseating, slurping sounds Lou made as she sucked away at the evil-looking hunk of meat. Jack's face, above her, leered at Tracy. The stare that met her eyes was ominous. Whatever was going on between them, she knew she would soon be a part of and there was no escape. Jack had locked the bathroom door when they came in and even if she could get out of the tub, she wouldn't be able to get out of the bathroom. There was nothing she could do but wait and tremble with the horrible gnawing fear that lived within her now.
Jack's eyes left hers and a strange expression of grotesque pleasure came over his face. He made panting, groaning sounds and grabbed Lou's head even closer to his body for an instant. Her arms encircled his hips and Tracy heard swallowing noises emerge from the woman's throat. When it was over, Jack slid into the tub and Lou took his place on the tub edge. She spread her legs affording a clear view of her cunt. Jack shoved his finger in and out of it for awhile and then ordered Tracy to crouch between Lou's legs. There was a scuffle after that and she couldn't remember all that did happen but when it ended, she was in the position Jack had ordered and he was pushing her head toward the ready cunt of the other woman. Lou held her head against her and Jack, from the back, braced her so she couldn't pull away.
"Lick me!" Lou screamed at her.
She was suffocating! She fought to get away but the two of them held her. Again and again came the order but Tracy kept her mouth clamped shut. It was vile and she was determined not to oblige them. When she had to succumb to the urge to gasp for air, Lou's hands tightened around her head. She felt the lips of the open cunt touch her mouth! Jack had been fondling her ass with his hand as he pushed her against Lou. She felt the painful jab of his finger as he plunged it into her rectum. Her mouth opened trying to form a scream but it was stifled against the welcoming slit. Suddenly her determination gave way to pain and she did everything they told her to do in hopes of pleasing them quickly and getting the ordeal over.
"Lick me, suck it, lick me, suck it," Lou chanted and she did. Her tongue worked back and forth and up and down over the most private part of Lou's body while she fought back the waves of nausea. She was in a crawling position with her ass right in Jack's face. His finger kept working in and out of her rectum and she wanted to scream with pain. His low, mocking laugh echoed in her ears. Then she felt the warm softness of his tongue where his finger had been before. The relief at having the pain gone mingled with the strange sensation of having her ass licked. She found that by concentrating on that end of her body, she was able to continue the oral stimulation on Lou without the blackening fear and terror. She kept her mouth moving but dismissed its action as her body responded to the wet, slippery tongue, now moving around inside her anus. It was a strange and sinful sensation. She didn't understand it, yet it was there. Why? Was she becoming like them?
"No!" she screamed silently to herself. "This is evil . . . I must fight it . . . evil must be wrested out of the soul!" Words from one of her father's lectures came to her mind. She renewed her struggle to get away from them but it was fruitless. Jack's powerful hands gripped her hips with all the force in them. He plunged his tongue deep into her and she felt her own tongue smashing against the fleshy lips of Lou's cunt. It went on and on until she lost all track of time and reason.
Jack pulled the plug and let the water drain but they remained in the tub. Tracy was forced to retain her same position but Lou and Jack swapped places. Lou laid on her back in the tub under Tracy.
She remembered crying out against them but it made no difference. Lou pulled her hips downward until Tracy felt the woman's lips and tongue between her legs. The strange and sinful sensations came back and when Jack guided her head to his bulging erection, she had been too limp to put up a fight. The ugly thing entered her mouth by his force and his hands, wrapped tightly around her head, kept it there. He squirmed around trying to make her suck on it but she defied him. She held her mouth slack and refused to give him the satisfaction he sought.
"Goddam it, stimulate her, Lou! Get her going!" he yelled at the woman beneath her.
Tracy's cunt quivered as she remembered what happened next. Lou's fingers crept around her body and she felt. the lips of her vagina being pulled apart. There was a maddening suction at the little organ between them and one of the fingers found its way into the dark orifice just under it. The fingernail hurt but pain was overridden as the suctioning continued. Her body began trembling and without realizing it, she gulped at the prick in her mouth.
"Ahhhh . . ."groaned Jack, "you've got her going now, Lou . . . don't let her pop ... not yet . . . not yet..."
Lou moved away from the throbbing nubbin and licked around it gently, teasing, taunting, postponing the climax Tracy was building. This was the first time she had felt any real pleasure connected in any way to sex. She was astounded! The night of the rape had been pain and horror. The abortion had been pain and shame. All the other perverted acts these two had forced upon her were laden with terror and guilt. Tracy's head swam trying to understand what was happening to her body now. It seemed to belong to someone else. She began squirming in an effort to bring Lou's tongue back to the pulsating clit. The shame of her mouth was forgotten in her frenzy to regain the rhythmic sensation Lou's tongue had introduced.
"Now, Lou! Now!" Jack panted. Tracy felt the soft heat of Lou's mouth closing over her clit at the same time her own mouth was flooded with the repugnant fluid from Jack's prick. It gagged her. The moment of her ecstasy was lost in trying to rid herself of it. Lou continued sucking at her but she was sickened now by the entire episode, her own part in particular. Jack refused to release her so she was forced to remain kneeling with her head between his legs while Lou feasted between her own. Her struggles were defeated by the raking pain of Lou's nails digging pathways across her buttocks. The organ in her mouth was limp but still oozing the obnoxious secretion.
She must have fainted for she didn't remember what happened next or being brought back into the room and tied.
Now, this stillness, this eerie quiet. "Perhaps they have gone," she mused. "Gone and left me to be found like this! Oh, please, God, no! . . . Don't let anyone find me like this ... I'd rather die!"
She strained at the ropes that bound her until beads of perspiration stood out on her forehead. Even as she struggled, she knew her efforts were futile. She had been trying to escape her bondage ever since the first time they tied her and it was always the same; hopeless. Jack tied knots that would not budge or give even a half an inch!
She wished she could slip into oblivion. Her young, religiously-geared mind swung dangerously between past and present. The things that had once seemed right and proper were so ridiculously out of place here. By the same token, everything happening to her now was vile and sinful, unthinkable in any place in life. Surely people outside her belief were not like Jack and Lou! Surely, even if their faiths differed from hers, there could be no room in them for the cruel, sadistic acts of her captors!
She tried to think of her mother and father in the roles of man and woman but it was impossible to imagine them that way. She had only the experience with Gerry and the experiences with Jack and Lou to base her opinions upon and surely, her parents had never engaged in anything as lusty and brutal. How then? What?
The faces of the adults in her church marched before her but she could not place any of them opposite one another in bed. She must be going mad! Of course they went to bed together and for the specific purpose of having intercourse!
Tracy sighed and tried to shut away her thoughts. It didn't matter about all the people back home anymore anyway. She was an outcast now if on no other grounds than the abortion. "Thou shalt not kill" was one of the commandments in any language. She had violated it! Knowingly and with pre-meditation, she had willingly violated one of the commandments! No wonder such terrible wrath was befalling her now!
The afternoon inched its way across the sky and twilight tip-toed after it. Tracy was still alone and unattended. Her need to relieve herself was great but she shuddered just thinking about calling to them. At least, this way, they were leaving her alone. There were no acts of disgrace being performed. She preferred incontinency to their company. The pool of urine was uncomfortable but it was something she could cope with; Jack and Lou were not.
She tried to remember how many days and nights she had been there. "Ten, twelve maybe?" It seemed like forever, the forever of hell! What were the kids back at school saying about her? What had her folks told people about her disappearance? Were they searching for her?
Tears slid down her cheeks as the darkness of night moved in. She cried softly at first and then torrents of tears and sobs came. What had happened to her yesterdays and what would her tomorrows hold?
She slept finally, exhausted by her thoughts and tears. Jack and Lou found her exactly as they had left her.
She didn't even move as they entered the room. Jack stood at the foot of the bed, staring hungrily at her sleeping form but Lou spotted the wetness beneath the girl. She brought her hand down, open-palmed, across Tracy's cheek.
"What the hell do you mean, pissing in the bed?" she screamed at the startled girl. "This room smells like an outhouse!"
Jack, excited and impatient, replied, "Oh, shut up for Christ's sake! Let's get started."
"Yeah, it's easy for you to say shut up. You're not the one that has to worry about washing the damn sheets and airing the mattress," Lou returned hotly.
Tracy looked from one to the other, still groggy from her deep sleep. The only fact that really penetrated was that they were here and that could only mean one thing. The trembling began again. She felt Jack's eyes devouring her. She flushed crimson as she did every time they came into the room. Having her nakedness displayed had not ceased to embarrass her even though she had been unclothed since the day of the abortion.
Lou stormed out of the room to get clean linen. As soon as she was out of ear-shot, Jack leaned over Tracy's face and whispered, "One of these days, I'm going to really fuck you! You'll like that, won't you? Sure you will, you hot little bitch! All girls like a good fucking."
His breath was repellent as he hissed the words within inches of her face.
"Oh my God," she thought, "please get me out of here!"
His ugly, stained teeth seemed to be snarling at her. They looked like fangs to the frightened girl. In her mind, he took on the form of one of the monsters she had seen once in a book.
The overwhelming fear of him and of all the things that were happening to her caught up with her at the moment. She stared past him and a decision was reached almost without her conscious contribution to it. She would suffer these perverted evils at their hands for she had sinned grossly but she vowed that no further communication with them would pass her lips. She would fight them as long as her body contained the strength to fight. Even tied, she would try. Yes, she had brought this shame upon herself, of this, she was certain. Had she not agreed to walk home with Gerry in the first place, none of it would be happening. She had let a demon of the devil into her soul when she knowingly disobeyed one of her father's rules. Not knowing the extent of punishment was no excuse for disobedience ... she realized that now. But now was too late. The deed had been done and she must pay for her sin. She would pay, gladly, if only she could someday regain the ability to pray. She missed being able to talk to her God. It had been so much a part of her daily life she hadn't realized the preciousness of the gift. If suffering this horrible debasement was the only way of repentance, so be it ... but, she would never again speak to these devil-possessed creatures imposing her punishment. She could at least retain that much of her small store of dignity. She did not need to become one of them!
Jack had moved away from the bed and was standing by the window when Lou returned with the fresh linen.
"Come on, give me a hand with this," she said as she began untying the knots.
"I don't know why you always make such a fuss about the damn linen. You know we'll just mess it up anyhow." He moved to the foot of the bed and released the ropes at Tracy's ankles.
Lou looked up at him and smiled lecherously. "Yeah, we'll mess it up, but it won't smell of piss," she agreed.
Neither of them acted as though the girl was there and Tracy sensed their preoccupation. Maybe ...
When the last knot was undone, Lou ordered her to stand up and wait while they put on the clean sheet. She got out of bed and edged her way to the end of it under the guise of keeping out of their way. Suddenly she bolted for the door that Lou had left open. She was out of the room and running, naked and scared, down the hall when Jack caught her in a running tackle. They tumbled to the floor only a few feet from the stairway. Tracy caught a glimpse of the steep steps and wished she had fallen down them. Death would be better than the kind of life she was living now!
Jack recovered himself and dragged her by the ankles back into the bedroom. Lou was furious, hardly waiting for him to pull her to the bed before she reached out, cuffing Tracy. Tracy's hands instinctively flew to her face in an effort to protect herself but she clamped her mouth shut tight against any outcry. They would not have that satisfaction from her too!
"You rotten, ungrateful tramp! What the hell do you mean pulling something like that after what we did for you? How many people do you think you would have run into, willing to help you kill a baby?" Jack was growling out the words as Lou kept flailing her.
She cringed, more because of his reprimanding than out of the pain of the beating. Her body was better able to stand the physical pain than her mind was to endure the anguish of hearing the terrible truth about herself.
Lou finally satisfied her need to punish Tracy and the blows ceased. Jack picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. They wasted no time in tying her, this time in a complete spread-eagle position. Tracy closed her eyes, repeating her vow of silence and bracing herself for the coming agitations.
"I'm going to fuck this little bitch before the night is over," Jack stated as he stripped his trousers off and let them drop to the floor.
"You are like hell!" Lou replied menacingly. "The last time you got carried away like that, it cost us five hundred dollars! You keep your dirty prick where it belongs. You know Kayser won't pay top dollar for used merchandise."
Jack frowned belligerently. "It ain't like she is a virgin, you know. How the hell do you think she got that baby?"
"Just the way she said she did and that means she's been had exactly once! That's how Kayser likes 'em. You just remember that, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"We take all the chances and he gets all the pleasure," Jack complained under his breath.
Lou finished undressing and then stood facing him with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"We get our share of pleasure and the ones he gets, he pays damn well for, so forget it! If you foul us up again, I'm pulling out of the whole deal. You can find yourself another patsy!"
The argument ended and Tracy felt the bed jar as they got on it with her. She was tense from her toes up to her head.
Even with her eyes closed she could picture the ugliness of the scene the three of them made. Jack's mouth closed over her breast, making small stinging nibbles, his hands moving across her body as he sucked. The stubble of his day old beard rubbed roughly against the smooth, creamy flesh of her globes. It reminded her of the feel of sandpaper.
Lou was watching them with her finger moving inside her own cunt. Tracy opened her eyes a moment, took in the scene and closed them again. She wondered how long they would stay tonight. They had been in every day and every evening since she recovered from the abortion. Every time they seemed to do something different, something unexpected. She could never really ready herself for them or prepare because of this. Each time she thought she had endured the gravest methods of debasement, they would come up with something new . . . something worse!
Jack soon tired of-her tits and mounted her chest with his back to her face. He leaned forward and opened the lips of her cunt and then scooted back so that his anus was against her mouth. She twisted her head frantically from side to side to avoid the odor and the inevitable. Lou laughed cruelly at her futile attempts and then grabbed her head and held it steady.
"Lick him good, kid, clean it out!" Her nails were digging into the back of Tracy's neck as she instructed her in Jack's desires. He pushed his ass down hard against her mouth but she refused to open it or allow her tongue freedom.
"You'll change your mind," he said as he lowered his mouth to her pink, moist cunt. "You'll change your mind." His tongue played along the edges of the open pit. Tracy tried to ignore its presence. He teased with his mouth while his hands covered every part of her body that he could reach from his position. The grinding movement of his ass never ceased and she felt she would suffocate. The health of her own body was trying to betray her. She felt that too. Every time his tongue neared that vulnerable organ between her legs, she could feel a change in her response. An unwanted change - but there, just the same. What caused that? What made her almost enjoy the things they did sometimes, yet all the while her insides screamed against the ungodliness of them, against the very evilness of them?
She tried to fix her mind on a sermon, any of the sermons from church but they kept slipping away from her. The nauseating odor of the body hovering over her became vaguer as the throbbing between her legs became more pronounced.
Jack was careful to avoid contact with the portion of her cunt that seemed to thrill her most. He was temporarily content to feel her hot breath in the crack of his ass and her body trembling under him. He liked bringing these haughty little bitches down. It was great sport.
Lou continued watching with no show of jealousy or envy ... just lust. She studied the girl's face and wondered vaguely how she would fare at Kayser's. She was one of the prettiest girls they had ever abducted. Small and delicate yet proportioned very well for one so young. Too well, maybe from the way Jack was acting. Every time he got that gleam in his beady little eyes she felt the sickening loss of money, lots of money. He couldn't keep his prick out of them and Kayser always found out before the payoff. It wouldn't matter if he didn't. He would deduct the loss from the next one they brought him. There was no way around it. He wanted girls that had been badly used . . . once. He wanted girls that were hiding from their families and those kind were usually always the ones that needed abortions. It was an easy racket . . . help the girl and then kidnap her. This one was particularly vulnerable because of her religious background. They had only had one other girl that was overly religious. She had lost her marbles and gone berserk before Jack and Lou even finished showing her the film of her abortion. This girl wasn't like that. Her religion seemed to be more real than fanatical and her keen mind was reflected clearly in her eyes. She was a bright kid, real bright. Kayser wouldn't have an easy time bending her will. Tracy felt Lou's eyes on her face but she kept her own closed. She didn't want to see them or try to guess at what they were thinking. She only wanted them to be finished. It seemed as if tonight was going to last forever.
The ropes had always been tight but they were brutally tight now. She felt the dried blood from the cuts on her wrists and ankles and the searing pain every time she moved. Tonight the cuts were reopened.
Her body jerked as Jack brought his mouth down over her slit and his tongue finally sought out the area of betrayal. She was fighting for breath and determined not to open her mouth. He formed a suction and then let his experienced tongue weave its spell. She was weakening, she could feel it. So could Jack. It excited him endlessly to have them fight against his attentions and end up begging for them. Involuntarily, her hips raised to meet the challenge. Lou watched the change come over Tracy's face and knew it wouldn't be long before she would have her turn at the girl. Jack was an expert at teasing but when he was ready, he was ready and it was over soon after.
Tracy lost all conscience as the tongue slipped in and out of her tiny cunt and then circled the small clit. It seemed to draw every nerve ending to it as it throbbed against his mouth. Then it happened; the ecstatic explosion she had experienced only once before. It shook through her body and cascaded downward to the mouth of her cunt. Shame filled her immediately afterward, but somewhere in the secret corners of her being she acknowledged it and savored it in memory.
Remorse and disgrace filled her as Jack moved away only to turn and remount her again, this time with his rod weaving crazily over her face. His position was quickly filled by Lou and once more, Tracy felt the softness of a tongue working its way into her vagina. She shuddered against the temptation to rise to meet it.
Jack grabbed his prick and rubbed it against her cheeks and nose. He leaned forward over her touching her closed eyes with its hardness and then let it slide down her face and rest against her lips. She had not once opened her mouth while he was eating her and though he had enjoyed the warm, fighting breath against his inner buttocks, he wasn't going to settle for such nonsense now.
"Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch! What do you think this is, your party? You think we are fooling around with you for your pleasure? . . . Don't act like you're not enjoying every minute of this ... we can tell. You really like having your filthy cunt ate out, don't you? I said open your goddamn mouth!" He grabbed her head forcefully and pried her mouth open. Tracy fought her desires to scream out and felt her fear replaced by sheer hatred. He shoved his wet, dripping organ into her mouth and then released her chin. She squirmed wildly trying to get away from the touch of the foul thing but as she did, she heard Lou moan her approval. Her squirming was giving that woman pleasure! Jack, too, did not seem annoyed by it. She gave up. His body relaxed as hers did and he began pumping into her throat. She felt the fat thing go further and further into her mouth and the gagging began. Surely this sort of thing wasn't any part of normal sex! It couldn't be and yet it seemed that it was all these monsters cared about! She still could not picture any of the adults she had ever known, enacting scenes like this. Were they really sick or was she just terribly naive?
She wished she was still like she was in the beginning. Then, the impact of shock had carried her mercifully away into blackness. Now, though she willed herself to lose consciousness, she could not.
Jack uttered obscenities at her constantly while he fucked her mouth and each sentence was a renewal of her guilt. She tried to concentrate on every insult he hurled but the pressure on her groin under Lou's manipulations was wearing on her. If only this strange pleasure was not born of such evilness!
"It's wrong, it's wrong," Tracy cried silently, hoping desperately that saying it, somehow, would make it feel less desirable. If only they wouldn't lick and suck at her between the legs! Everything was horrible, unthinkable ... except that!
Lou lifted her head away from the hollow of Tracy's treasures and added her own words to Jack's insults.
"Her cunt is filthy! It's the foulest one I've ever neared! What's the matter with you, girl, are you rotten inside?"
Tracy cringed at the accusations, never disbelieving of them, even when Lou ducked back down for more.
She pulled the wet, red lips wide apart letting drool from her mouth drop over the delicious cunt before diving back into it with her tongue. If the girl ever really found out how delectable she was, it wouldn't do. She slithered her tongue around and around the pulsating clit, darting over it but only briefly. This girl-child was extremely sensitive to oral stimulation. They would have to proceed with caution or she would be telling them what to do before long. Lou banked everything on Tracy's religious background. No matter what joy she might feel momentarily, it was momentary. Her remorse over her joy was visible to the naked eye.
Jack was groaning and thrusting savagely. It would not be long now. If she wanted to taste the sweet nectars of Tracy's cunt, she would have to apply the artful pressures to the small erection . . . soon. Her tongue curled around the nubbin and Tracy stiffened under the direct contact. Her good-intentioned vows were lost to the glorious, tingling effects of Lou's knowledgeable mouth. Her buttocks raised slightly as Lou drew long sucking swallows from her slit and then the same erotic eruption coursed through her as it had when Jack had licked her down there. She felt the hot liquid gushing down to meet the demands of the hungry feaster. Lou sucked harder when she tasted the first droplet of honey, harder and faster in an effort to draw every bit of Tracy's treasures into her mouth.
Again Tracy had forgotten why Jack was there until she tasted the first spurt of hot cum flood into her own throat. She had been so enamored with her own fulfillment she had ceased even thinking about his forced presence in her mouth. The thick, warm fluid welled up in the back of her mouth as she refused to swallow the vile stuff. It oozed out of the corners of her lips, but he pumped on, moaning his satisfaction. Vomit rose to meet the head of his enormous rod and mingled with the cum in her mouth until she choked. Jack, knowing well her problems, rested his body across her face, refusing to move the diminishing dick from its haven. The combination of fluids forced their way out past it and ran down Tracy's chin and onto her neck. Lou was still nursing gently between her spread columns.
The utter ugliness and hopelessness of her situation startled Tracy as she remained motionless between her two adversaries. It didn't matter to anyone, especially God, what her thoughts were, or her feelings. She must suffer through all this humility of body and soul alone, completely alone. She had no recourse, no way to go. Even her own body betrayed her when it was of the most importance that it should not.
She waited now, not daring to breathe or move for fear of arousing one of them again. Sometimes they left immediately after they finished with her, sometimes they only rested and then the onslaught of activities would begin again in another form. Up until tonight she had not allowed herself to think about the time coming when the man would actually stick his nasty thing into her down there. Up until tonight there had been no mention of it. Now, even though the woman had argued strongly against such an action, a new worry confronted her. What if he did? What if she became pregnant again?
"Oh please, please . . . spare me that ... I couldn't bear to carry a child in such a filthy body as mine and with such a horrible mind ... I'm not fit for anything . . . please - God, don't let him put a baby in me."
They were talking to her but she hadn't been listening and now her lack of attention brought a hard slap to her face. Jack had leaned back into a sitting position and was screaming about the mess she had made on his dick. Lou was more concerned over the mess on the sheet and the odor of puke.
"Let her sleep in it, goddamn her! That'll teach her to mess things up!"
They rose and left the bed. Tracy sucked in the fresh air, though it wasn't too invigorating now.
The door closed behind them and she squirmed around trying to get her head away from the pool of vomit. Her arms and legs ached horribly but there was no give to the knots. She had to keep them still. She lay awake in the darkness searching for answers, reasons, something . . . anything that would make some sort of sense.
Lou came back about an hour later and set up the projector and screen.
"We have obtained a few pictures of your family. I'm certain you miss them, so you will enjoy seeing these slides." She sat down and started the machine. The first picture was one of Tracy's family coming out of the church. They were all there, grim-looking and solemn. Tracy gasped as though perhaps they had seen her too. It looked like they were looking right at her. That scene disappeared and one of her father alone came into view. He was standing in their front yard looking out toward the horizon. Tracy tried to read the expression on his face but it was the same. Always the same, closed. One could never really tell what her father was thinking about by merely looking at him. She remembered that now. She wondered if he had been hurt by her run-away or too strong in his pride to allow it to matter. Had he tried to find her?
Lou flipped one after another through the machine, heedless of the anguished tears and low sobs coming from the girl on the bed. Tracy couldn't take her eyes from the slides even though it was tearing her heart out to look at them.
There was one of her mother at the clothesline in the back yard. Hanging the clothes had once been her chore. She had been glad to do it for her mother. She had varicose veins and they always hurt her when she was on her feet too long.
Another slide, this one in color flashed across the screen. Her little sisters and brother walking home from school, laughing, perhaps loitering a little like they used to do. They didn't get much time to play at home between chores and Bible studies. Their one real pleasure had always been fooling around on the way home with the other kids, kicking at stones and playfully shoving one another around.
Oh, she missed them all so! "I'll never see them again ... I know I won't. Even if I ever get the chance to go back, I can't. I couldn't possibly look any of them in the face, ever again." Her thoughts brought on a new supply of tears and regrets. She was crying so hard she was blinded by her tears. Lou waited for several moments before showing the last slide. When she sensed that Tracy was capable of looking back at the screen, she placed the slide in place and waited for the next reaction. It was one of Gerry! He was alone and looked very lost and troubled. The look of reckless youth was gone and replaced by an air of tragedy. Tracy's heart turned over. Until now, she hadn't thought about his suffering! One glance at the picture made it clear that he had suffered. Not like her, not the torment and the humiliating degradations but he had suffered the pangs of guilt. She was glad, glad and alarmed over her gladness. It wasn't like Tracy to be vindictive but when it came to Gerry, her hate for him was only surpassed by her hate for Jack and Lou.
Her crying ceased and the only sound in the room was that of the humming projector.
Lou, a little disappointed by Tracy's quiet reaction to that snap of the boy, gathered up the equipment and left. She had expected an outburst and felt cheated.
Tracy was still awake in the darkness, hours later, when she heard the door open quietly. The light did not snap on, but the footsteps came noiselessly to the bed. Jack's big hand covered her mouth as his body covered hers.
"You make one sound and I'll kill you, so help me, I'll kill you!" He was too uncertain of her to remove his hand from her mouth but the other hand slid between her legs and parted her cunt wide to make room for the immense rigidness of his dick. The feel of her body under him, writhing, twisting to escape his intrusion heightened the desirability of this forbidden fruit. Lou could talk about money all she wanted to but she wasn't a man and would never in her lifetime be able to understand why he must have this girl. Some of them seemed hardly worth the humiliating process but this one was a real looker. She had a true stream of innocence flowing through her lovely body that made her irresistible to any man, that was a man!
Tracy's eyes were wide with terror as the horrid memories of that night with Gerry flooded through her mind. That terrifying helplessness of having a man crawling over her body, the sickening knowledge that nothing she could do or say would avert his attentions and save her from the ordeal. She was truly afraid, perhaps too frightened to make a sound even if he hadn't had his hand over her mouth.
Having her tied down as she was, made it easy for the great hulk of a man to have his way and take his time about having it. He guided the blood engorged head of his rod to the mouth of her canal and then, with one hard shove, entered. Tracy's body arched with the tremendous pain but he pinned her to the spot and began slowly grinding his meat in deeper and deeper. She tried biting the palm of his hand but it was crushed to her mouth so hard that she couldn't get any of the flesh between her teeth. As suddenly as he had entered he withdrew and then before she could feel the blessed relief of his absence, he pressed it into her again. The heaviness of his balls slapped against her inner thighs as he plunged himself into her pain-racked cunt again and again; His brutality was so forceful that Tracy feared she would rip wide open. The night with Gerry, painful as it was, could never begin to compare with the agony she was suffering now. Jack covered her face with the pillow and held it there, stifling her screams.
He lost all track of time as he savagely used her body. The more thought he gave to the way it would be used once Kayser had his hands on her, the more brutal Jack became. He longed to feel her legs crawl around his buttocks in welcome response as he knew they would at the demands of Kayser's staff. They used drugs and hashish to induce exciting responses in these bitches and then showed films of their indiscretions later. Kayser had the whole process down to a fine art. When his girls were ready for resale he could guarantee, beyond any shadow of a doubt, their complete obedience. Many of them still needed more specific training but Kayser said that made the prospective bosses all the more anxious to purchase them. They liked to train them to their own liking ... as long as their spirits were broken and they were trainable. Oh yes, Kayser knew his business!
If he wasn't tangled up with Lou, he would try to talk his way into a position on Kayser's staff. Of course his partnership with his wife was more lucrative . . . There was always a way of getting her out of the way long enough for a little extra curricular activity like this. Lou had caught him once but there had been a few others, a few times when he took the chance and made it. None of the others had been like this one, this sweet bitch squirming under him now. If only his hands were both free. If only there was some way to put her out for a little while without Lou finding out, he could really enjoy himself!
Tracy was fighting for breath under the closeness of the pillow but it was a losing battle. Jack had been so engrossed in his thoughts and pleasures, he had neglected raising the pillow occasionally to give her an air supply. She felt herself slipping away into the darkness of unconsciousness. The pain subsided as she swam in the deep, dark well.
Jack became aware that the struggling had ceased and jerked the pillow away in alarm. He put his face near hers to see if she was still breathing. She was, but barely. He remained as he was and thought about what to do. He hadn't had enough of her yet. Getting off and leaving was not the most favorable answer that crossed his mind. As he pondered, Tracy gulped a deep breath of air and her breathing came regularly. She still seemed to be out as far as Jack could ascertain.
Slowly, cautiously at first, he began pumping again, watching her face for some sign of reaction or revival.
Satisfied that she was in no condition to cry out, he abandoned all caution and screwed her like a mad man. He pumped wildly for a moment and then pulled the long shaft out of her warm embracing cunt and ducked his head to it instead. His tongue slithered around the edges, licking all the juices and secretions of his own dick and then it crept into the depths of her cunt. She stirred and he paused but there was no sound.
He was still in that position of eating her when the door flew open and Lou stormed in.
She looked relieved to see him as he was but still, he may have already screwed her.
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch! What the hell are you doing in here alone? Have you fucked her, you bastard?"
She was standing right beside the bed now and Tracy was coming to. She listened and wondered the advisability of telling Lou what Jack had done to her. He might kill her if she opened her mouth. He had threatened her.
Jack looked rather sheepish for a moment and then he shouted defiantly, "No, not yet, but I will if you don't get the hell out of here and mind your own business!"
"Oh, no you don't buster. I'm not leaving this room. I know you too well. Eat her all you want but you keep your filthy dick out of her box!" She shifted her eyes from his to Tracy's.
"Has he fucked you? Has he?" her voice bordered on hysteria at the fear of losing money if Tracy's answer was the one she feared it would be.
Tracy saw a chance, a small one, but a chance nonetheless to get even with them for some of the misery they had caused her. She looked at Jack with all the hate and venom she felt for both of them, a look that accused him of the crime in question but instead of replying, when she looked back at Lou she remained mute. "Let them fight it out, maybe this way they'll be too busy to bother with me any more tonight," she thought.
Lou's face went white with rage as she made a lunge for Jack. He jumped from the bed in an effort to avoid contact with her fingernails but he wasn't fast enough. Two streams of blood appeared at the top of his shoulder and made their way down his back.
"You crazy bitch! I didn't fuck her, she didn't say I fucked her, did she? What the hell are you trying to prove?" He moved toward his wife menacingly.
Lou backed up toward the door and Tracy watched, fascinated by the change of events. Her vagina felt like it had been ripped apart, so great were the pains shooting inward from it. Whatever happened, it served them both right! She hoped they killed each other.
Jack grabbed Lou by the wrist and began slapping her but she wasn't ready to give up quite so easily. Her knee came up and caught him on the thigh, very near his limp prick. This seemed to infuriate him even more but the fight moved out into the hall. Tracy could no longer see what was going on. She couldn't see but the walls did not shut out the horrible cursing and shouting and screams of pain issuing forth from both contenders. She had never heard adults quarrel, let alone fight and yell like that. It was hideous!
They must have carried on their quarrel in the next room because Tracy heard sounds from there the rest of the night. At first they were only sounds of pain and displeasure but later they became sounds of violent lovemaking. She could hear Lou begging for more and Jack groaning and grunting. The bedsprings must have been old for they creaked and whined. Tracy remembered hearing that sound at home. The thought of her parents doing what Jack and Lou were probably doing flashed through her mind when the springs cried out for mercy. She just could not picture it! Yet, surely they had for there were four children born to them. It was all too incredible, too unfathomable for Tracy to comprehend. She tired of trying to figure out the world and soon she dozed off.
Chapter Five
The next morning Tracy was surprised to see her clothes hanging on one of the nails on the inside of the door. Lou came in announcing that she would be given a bath, dressed and taken for a ride.
Her first thought was one of sheer delight but it clouded over almost as soon as Lou left the room. It seemed unlikely that they were going to take her somewhere and set her free. They wouldn't be taking the risk of her going to the authorities about them. Tracy knew she would never have the courage to tell anyone about all that had happened to her but she had been silent for over a week now. They could not be certain of how she felt. No, they wouldn't be setting her free. What then? She had no choice but to wait and see what her fate was to be. It was a weird, scary feeling; having her life in the hands of people like Jack and Lou. She sensed trouble and more pain but she didn't understand her premonitions.
The bath was unlike any other she had had since she had been there. They led her to the bathroom, one on each side of her, assuring that she wouldn't get away. Once inside the bathroom, they instructed her to get into the tub and clean herself good. Neither of them made a remark to her after that or to each other. They watched her bathe but at this point, she didn't care. The water was like a soothing balm to her aching flesh. She took her time and bathed vigorously. When she finished they removed her and took her back to the bedroom. There, Lou helped her dress and then told her to sit at the dressing table. She applied make-up, just lightly to Tracy's face and then brushed out her long, pretty hair until it was shiny. Tracy watched the transition in the mirror and didn't believe the results. She looked almost like she did before any of this happened. There was no way of telling by looking at her face, the terrible sin she had committed or the punishment she had received because of it.
She and Lou sat in the car in the front seat, she in the middle, as Jack loaded the trunk. She wondered what all the boxes contained that he was placing inside the trunk at the rear of the car. Were they moving?
Lou kept trying to talk to Tracy, to instruct her about the way they expected her to behave when they reached their destination, but Tracy stared straight ahead. It was all she had left, the only shred of dignity she could hold fast to; her silence. It provoked the couple, she could tell, and that made it even more important.
"If today wasn't the big day, you little whore, I'd take you back inside and knock the living shit out of you for sitting there like Miss Almighty. Who do you think gives a damn whether you talk or not? Us? Don't make me laugh! You'll be talking again soon enough! You'll be yelling and screaming and talking your head off!" Lou settled back against the seat, a look of secret triumph crossing her face. She was well-pleased with Tracy. The girl had a good mind and a stubborn nature; Kayser would be well-pleased too. She calculated that, between the beauty, brain and spirit of this child, she could ask a thousand dollars and get it. That would be a damn good price for a change considering that Kayser always footed the bills for the abortions if all went well and in this case, it had. Her smile vanished quickly as she thought about Jack. If he had messed the girl up the other night, she wouldn't be able to get her price. The damn fool! He never did have a head for business and when business was so closely mixed with sex, she might as well be on her own as far as any financial problems were concerned. His prick came first and his pocket last in such matters.
Jack finished loading and got in behind the wheel. Tracy was thinking about the remarks Lou had made, wondering what was in store for her. She was certain now that she had assumed correctly when she concluded that they weren't going to set her free. But what then? She reflected on the way the three of them looked. Jack, calmly driving as if he were taking a Sunday ride with his wife and teen-age daughter. He looked the part. Today he wore a light gray suit, white shirt, tie and he was clean-shaven. He even smelled fresh from a dash of shaving lotion Lou had insisted he put on. Lou seemed different now too. Her hair was smartly done and under it, her face displayed an expert make-up job. Her clothing was chic. She just looked different. A person seeing them for the first time would never guess at what savages they really were. Tracy was shocked and puzzled by this. How could they be one kind of person and look like another? If they could do it, so could all adults . . . then maybe all adults were . . . how could she word it? Lusty? Maybe her own folks were like that when they were alone together . . . maybe her father had put his tongue inside her mother's vagina. Maybe her mother had nursed lovingly between her father's legs the way Lou did to Jack.
The car moved on and Tracy remained quiet and deep in her strange thoughts. Nothing seemed to be the way she had believed life was, nothing jived with all her biblical teachings. Even her own body had revolted against her raising and let her down. She mustn't let it happen again ... no matter what was ahead for her, she must learn to control her own body. She could keep her mind free from evilness but how was she to deal with the delinquency of her flesh? Thinking about the times she had gone limp with passion against her will brought a flush of shame to her face. She cast her eyes downward and stared at the tip of her shoe.
They had been driving several hours when Lou suggested that Jack find a drive-in restaurant. The next small town boasted one of a chain of hamburger drive-ins and Jack pulled in.
"I've got to go to the restroom and I suppose she does too. Give me the gun, Jack."
Tracy's eyes widened as Jack opened the glove compartment and handed a small revolver to his wife. She slipped it in her purse and then ordered Tracy to walk in front of her as they found their way to a restroom. "I'll use it if you open your mouth or make a break for it kid, so suit yourself," she said as they got out of the car.
Tracy walked a few paces ahead of her guard, trembling inwardly at the thought of the hateful gun. It didn't occur to her to question whether or not Lou would really use it. She thought the woman was capable of anything, even murder if it came to that.
By the time they got back to the car, a tray was fastened to the window and Jack was biting into a huge hamburger. He passed them each one as they got settled back in the car and resumed eating.
It was so crazy! Tracy opened the wrapper and ate too, just as though nothing strange was happening. No one mentioned the gun or anything that had transpired during the last few weeks. Jack and Lou chatted about the behavior of their automobile, the weather, the new highway going in, everything except where they were going and what would happen when they got there. Had Tracy known the horrible trap she was being led into, perhaps she would have taken her chances with the gun. Having absolutely no knowledge of white slavery or even the term itself, she could only speculate about her future.
Shortly after they ate, Tracy dozed off. The next time she opened her eyes it was when Lou nudged her.
"Come on, Sleeping Beauty, we're here. Get out."
Tracy rubbed her eyes and tried to adjust her vision to the twilight darkness. She must have slept for hours!
Outside the car, she took in her surroundings. They appeared to be on private grounds of a large estate but she could only surmise that. Jack led her firmly along a path lined with over-hanging trees until they came to a brick walkway. As they approached the entrance to the large house, he let go of her and fell a pace behind.
The door opened magically before they even knocked. Tracy was seized by two men, one at each side of her. She jerked her head toward Jack and Lou but they turned and went down another hall. The men practically carried the screaming, fighting girl away. Another door opened and she was taken through it, down another corridor. They seemed to be enjoying the spectacle she was making of herself but she couldn't help it. Some dark foreboding from within warned her of grave danger and she fought as though her very life depended on it.
None of her blows were landing where they were aimed and the frustration of being so helpless sent her into a flood of tears. For the first time, she realized they were black. A new panic seized her. There were no colored people in her home town. She had never seen a Negro in her entire life except in the papers or television! Her people taught no prejudice so she had no opinion of them . . . just fear . . . the fear of the unknown.
They were laughing good-naturedly at her ridiculous attempts to escape them and suddenly, she wondered why she was fighting so hard. At least she was rid of Jack and Lou. Nothing could be any worse than that pair! She stopped fighting and walked along with her head low. One of the men looked at the other and shrugged his shoulders.
They opened another door and closed it behind them. Tracy gasped! The room was lined on both sides with small cells and in each cell was a being, vaguely resembling a female. She tried to back out but the men held her firmly and waited. Quickly, as she appraised the scene, she made a renewal of her vow of silence;
A large-boned, obese woman came in behind them and walked around in front of Tracy.
"Well, well, well, ... Kayser will like this bitch when he sees her. I bet they're up there now hooking a big price for her. Come here, dearie, let Sal take a better look at you." The woman's hand snaked out to touch her and Tracy recoiled.
"Oh, a haughty one, eh? Well, we'll see ... get her undressed. I'll prepare her cell." She turned and went down the long row of cubicles looking for a vacant one.
The room was strangely quiet. Tracy became aware of the stillness. Several pairs of eyes stared out at her from behind the iron bars, others peered at her out of the corners of their eyes through masses of unkempt hair. They were all naked and dirty and the room stunk of urine and body odors.
Nausea rose in Tracy's throat. She had to fight to keep from vomiting. The men were pulling her along the aisle, fumbling with her buttons and zipper along the way. She began struggling again but without much hope of getting free. Their grip was too tight, the place too filled with people, the area too strange to her.
She felt her clothes being ripped away from her body as she was shoved into one of the cubicles. The woman waited inside and clamped a heavy ball and chain around her ankle as the men held on to her. The lighting reflected on the glistening sweat of her flesh as she kept fighting. Sal remarked again on her beauty.
Just hearing words of praise from those lips, sickened her. She thought of all the obscenities Lou had imposed upon her and wondered if this woman would be the next. Regurgitation spilled out of her mouth as her fear reached its depths.
One of the black men cursed her as the fluid covered his arm. Sal back-handed her across the mouth with a blow fierce enough to be a man's. None of it registered until Tracy heard the chanting of the other girls from the cells.
"Puke on 'em some more kid! Do it again! Kick their rotten black balls off! Fight kid, fight . . . run...!"
There was more but she couldn't understand it all. Some of them seemed to be for her, some against. It didn't matter . . . they couldn't help her! She couldn't even help herself! One of the men locked the chain to a bar and they left her in the cell. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out the whole thing. It had to be a nightmare! This couldn't be happening in her world . . . not in the world God had created!
A forceful blast of icy cold water brought her back to the reality she faced. Sal was hosing her and the cell down!
"Filthy bitch! Kayser don't like for his girls to smell like puke!" Sal bellowed at her.
Tracy turned quickly and faced the wall hoping that the stinging water would be less painful on her back. She finally sank to the floor in hysterical tears. The water stopped and that strange quietness was back. She ventured a peek around and saw that the woman and two men were gone. She sat staring at the heavy, bulky apparatus around her ankle. Somewhere in school she had read about such things but she never guessed they were still in use. It was too dark to make out anything very clearly but it looked as though the girls in the adjoining cells were wearing them too. Maybe they all were, she didn't know.
The stillness reminded her of the atmosphere in the church during a funeral service. It was a fearful, mysterious quiet but still, it did remind her of church. She crawled, dragging the ball behind her until she reached the horizontal board bolted to the wall. At home, she prayed on her knees beside her bed. She was in such a position when she heard voices approaching and then the lights went on again.
Kayser stared down at the small form of the huddled girl. His expression bore a trace of puzzlement at seeing her kneeling in prayer in a place like this. Yes, he had made a good deal upstairs. Lou never lied to him about the girls she brought but this time she failed to do justice to the youthful beauty of this one. He smiled to himself. If Lou had been capable of describing the image he saw when he looked at Tracy, he would have paid twice the price she asked.
"Stand up, girl. Face this way." Kayser issued the command in a voice clearly accustomed to being obeyed. Tracy did not stir or even look up at him.
One of the men with Kayser started to unlock the door. Kayser stopped him. "No, don't. She will obey."
He repeated the order and again Tracy ignored him. Kayser's man stood waiting for a sign that would allow him to go in and teach the bitch some manners. His boss remained silent a moment, then, turning to Sal, he asked, "What is her name?"
"I don't know, sir. No one told me ... they just brought her in here screaming and fighting."
"Are you certain she was screaming?"
Sal thought a moment. "No, come to think of it, she wasn't but she was fighting like a banshee. Took both Moe and Tommy to control her."
Kayser looked back at Tracy and again the smile of approval turned the corners of his mouth. This one just might be real interesting. A stubborn Christian! And a young one at that! He turned on his heel motioning for the others to follow.
Sal shook her head. She had been around long enough to know what was on Kayser's mind. He had done the same thing a couple of other times. Whenever he bought a girl that suited his particular fancy . . . whoosh! He whisked her away to his private quarters and no one saw hide nor hair of her for weeks. This new bitch was going to be Kayser's personal plaything for awhile. When he finished with them, they were the worst of the lot or the best, depending on how one viewed such things.
Kayser was a strange man. He appeared to be calm and almost gentle in nature but Sal knew better. His evilness ran the deepest of any man she had ever known. His quietness was nothing more than a quirk of personality, misleading to be sure. Once, she had listened outside his rooms when he was training one of his favored bitches . . . there was no gentleness there! He was, perhaps, one of the most avid sadists in history. The screams and ejaculations of pain and torture that met her ears that night as she eavesdropped, testified to that! No, she did not envy this young bitch her future. Better to be old and worn out like she was than young and misused in such a terrible fashion. Sal smiled to herself in her smugness. It was her only way of compensating for the fact that she had always been repulsive to the opposite sex.
Tracy remained all night on her knees, oblivious to the iron that bound her or the cold cement she knelt upon. She tried and tried to reach her God but every time the words of prayer flowed from her mouth, she saw herself in the films they made of the abortion. Tracy, the disobedient child, Tracy, the girl in the scene with Gerry, Tracy searching for help to kill her unborn child, Tracy obeying the doctors commands as he wiped the small life out of existence. No, God would not hear her small, inadequate voice now . . . maybe never!
She slept on and off between her efforts and tried not to think of what the morning might bring. The last time she woke up, the first pastel lights of dawn were creeping in the barred windows of the room. She tensed.
The others began stirring, one by one and then suddenly, day was upon them. Tracy watched, transfixed as girl after girl was led away by brute force. Finally she was the only one left in the big, dingy room. The echoes of the screaming girls stayed with her. When at last, the door opened again, she knew it would be for her. She crawled into the corner of her cell and buried her head in her arms.
The door to the cell opened and she felt the chain being removed from her ankle.
"Get up, bitch! Mr. Kayser wants to see you this morning ... I said, get up, you goddamn slut!" A sharp pain ripped through her ribs as the foot made contact. She sucked her breath in with the pain but still, she did not move. Massive hands bent and grabbed her from the floor, shaking her savagely as they did.
A man, a huge, dumb-looking man slapped her across the cheeks until she thought her head would fall off. He picked her up and carried her bodily out of the cell and out of the room.
He knocked on the door with the tip of his shoe when they reached their destination and it opened immediately.
Two more men reached out to assist in bringing her in. They dumped her on the floor in front of a big man sitting in a leather upholstered chair.
"Here she is, boss . . . sorry about the noise but she fights like hell once you get her started."
The shame at being naked before all these men raced through Tracy's being and compelled her to keep her face hidden. It replaced even the pain of her struggle on the way to this room. It seemed being unclothed was to be her lot but she couldn't adjust to it. She could not become so callused as to not care who looked at her body and what thoughts they had while viewing it. She was hemmed in by several pairs of feet. She could not bring herself to follow them up to meet the eyes of their owners. She crouched, cold and trembling while the men discussed her possibilities. With every word they uttered, her fear grew in proportions.
"What do you want done with her, boss?"
Kayser leaned back in his chair and puffed at his cigar. "I'm not quite sure. I haven't really looked her over yet." He rose suddenly and added, "Take her to the examining room and get her ready. I'll join you there in a moment."
The man reaching for her was uncautious enough to get near her mouth with his arm. Tracy sank her teeth deeply into the flesh. He howled with pain.
Kayser turned at the door. "Don't put a mark on her! If there is any punishment, let it come after I decide what to do with her!"
The men muttered among themselves after he left the room but they followed his instructions. Tracy put up a tremendous fight for a brief few minutes but she could not ward off the strength of three men. They were able to grasp her, far enough away from her teeth and nails to carry her into the examining room. Two of them held her in the position convenient for a pelvic exam while the third man secured her feet in the stirrups. They pinned her arms to her sides and bound the upper portion of her body to the table. Tracy was horrified and ashamed at being placed in such an ugly position. The men laughed about the crimson color of her cheeks. They walked to the foot of the table and peered down into the spread cunt.
"Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! Look at that! Tightest bitch I've seen in a long time . . . bet Kayser will take this one for himself first!"
The man speaking moved forward and plunged his finger cruelly into Tracy's defenseless cunt. She squirmed under the pain, bringing a smile to his lips.
"Touchy bitch, ain't she?" He couldn't resist giving her a couple of sharp jabs, moving his finger around inside the smallness of her channel.
"You better not let Kayser catch you fingering her!" warned one of the others.
The man withdrew a sticky, moist finger and moved alongside the table to Tracy's head. He winked at the others, then rubbed the finger across her nose and mouth. She jerked her head wildly, cringing as their laughter pierced her ears.
A new emotion was seeping deeper and deeper into her being. An emotion she had never experienced until she met Jack and Lou and then she only became aware of it toward the last of her time with them. She was learning the full meaning of hate! The fear and mortification were still with her, even more than before, but it was under-going a conversion. It was mingling with her newly acquired distaste for people, especially men. Her understanding of life as she had known it before was an ebbing memory. Her only lifeline to sanity was hate. She stared back at the men and set her mouth in firm determination not to give them any more satisfaction. Let them do what they would . . . she would not let them see any visible reactions to their obscenities.
Kayser came in and waved the others to the side. He began examining her carefully, clinically. She was awed by his apparent unconcern of her as a female. His hands probed the whole of her body structure beginning with her head and neck. She felt his fingers following the curves and contours of her upper torso. They did not linger long at her breasts as she supposed they would, but she noticed his expression was one of full satisfaction as he continued downward . . . downward over the smoothness of her belly. He felt her hips and thighs and then went back up the inner side of them stopping only when he arrived at her vagina. She braced herself, expecting to feel his finger thrust into her as the other man's had. He gently spread the lips of her cunt apart and lowered his head to get a closer view. She closed her eyes but was careful not to show any expression either of embarrassment or discomfort. She would become like a robot before she gave herself away to any of them again.
His hand moved downward from her vagina and parted her buttocks exposing her anus.
"Get me a pair of gloves and some lubricating jel," he said matter-of-factly. He straightened and looked at the girl's face as he put on the glove. She was truly lovely! Sal was right in assuming that he would take this one to his own chambers. He had thought of nothing else since he had seen her last night in the cell.
He rubbed the soft lubricant around her cunt and then entered it slowly with his finger. He could feel her grow tense but her face never changed. She kept her eyes closed and Kayser wondered what she was thinking. It was obvious that her predicament was not to her liking but he wondered what had transpired, to change her from the fighting she-cat of a few minutes ago to the quiet still figure she was now. It would be interesting to find out. . later.
Tracy felt his finger inside her privates, moving, roaming around but there was no pain. He slipped it out as gently as he put it in and then he snaked it into her anus. She could not avoid jerking for the action itself was new and unexpected. It was also painful. She suspected it could have been more so had he not been trying to be careful. She didn't understand his display of tenderness when everyone else had been so bent on hurting her. He withdrew his finger and walked over to the laboratory sink in the corner of the room.
He washed and dried his hands before he spoke and when he did, it was in the same matter-of-fact tone.
"Take her to my quarters. Call Sal and have her come up to assist you. Oh, yes, I'll want a first aid kit left in the rooms . . . her wrists and ankles will scar if they are not properly cared for right away. That will be all." He was gone and the men began untying the restraints that bound Tracy to the table.
She cooperated with them willingly, feeling smug. Uncertain as she was as to what was going on, she felt she had won some sort of victory. That man, Kayser they had called him, was going to take care of her. He had even said so. Surely in his gentle care, no more evil would come to her. She was almost anxious to reach his quarters.
Sal arrived there ahead of them, waiting with a loathsome grin on her ugly face when they came in. The rooms were large and beautifully impressive. Tracy had never been inside a house like this before. Her eyes darted from one thing to another in awe and astonishment. It was right out of a magazine! The carpets beneath her feet were thick and richly colored, corresponding marvelously with the highlighting tones of the draperies. Even the furnishings were exquisite in design. Everything bespoke of excellent taste and a fabulous bank account. The men released her and left her to the custody of Sal. She hardly noticed their departure, engrossed as she was by her new surroundings.
"Come on, dearie . . . you'll be spending a lot of time in here. You can gawk later. Right now, Sal has to get you ready for your master." She guided Tracy through one of the doors leading from the main room.
Tracy stared at the bathtub. It was huge and oval shaped, sunken into the floor and colored a rose-gold. The fixtures looked like real gold and they were finely engraved.
Sal leaned over and ran the water, adding some droplets of scented oil from a cut-glass container.
"Climb in there and scrub yourself. When you've finished, dry and come into the bedroom. I'll be waiting for you there." She left, waiting for no comments from the awe-struck girl.
Tracy, still unsure of her change of luck, placed a hesitant foot on the first step leading down into the tub. Suddenly she abandoned her misgivings and waded in, smiling to herself. No one back home had ever seen a bathroom like this, let alone used one! She thrashed around in the oiled water for minutes before she remembered the instructions about getting bathed. Hurriedly she scrubbed and rubbed herself with the sweet-smelling soap then, with great reluctance, she pushed the knob to release the water and got out of the tub. The towels were twice as big as any she had ever seen and so gloriously soft! It was a marvelous bath! She walked jauntily into the adjoining room where the fat, ugly woman waited for her.
Sal told her to sit at the vanity. She began brushing the tangles out of Tracy's long, lovely hair.
"She puts me in mind of Lady Godiva," Sal mused to herself, "only she won't be riding no horses ... no sir! Maybe a big mule riding her before long though!" She grinned her horrible, mysterious grin and Tracy was put on edge by it.
"Ain't you afraid no more, dearie?" Sal tried to break through the girl's silence.
"You ought to be ... you ain't in for no picnic!"
Tracy began doubting that her luck was as good as it seemed. Surely they weren't going through all these elaborate preparations for her sole benefit!
The woman was becoming vexed at Tracy's aloof behavior. "Get your ass over on that bed! I've got to rub some stuff on you and fix up those wounds!" Her voice was anything but inviting. Tracy hesitated.
"You better move, you bitch, or I'll smear your pretty face with my fist!"
Tracy rose and followed her. Sal gave her a shove that sent her sailing across the bed and a good hard smack across the buttocks when she landed.
She rubbed Tracy's body with more oil that smelled the same as the soap in the bathroom had and when she finished, she opened the first aid kit and began applying medication to her wrists. Tracy watched silently, moving only of her own accord when the wounds were touched. They were still tender and Sal exercised no caution or care in the handling of them. It wasn't necessary as far as the first aid went and as for the girl's comfort, she could care less.
Tracy bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. When the treatment was over, she breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Kayser entered and Sal disappeared quickly. Tracy tried to cover herself with the bedspread but he stooped and stripped it from her as nonchalantly as he might have brushed a fly aside.
"There'll be no need of modesty in here. Don't ever try to cover yourself from my eyes again or you'll wish you had never been born!" His voice did not vary from a business-like tone but his expression had changed since the one she remembered in the examining room. His eyes appraised her in there from a clinical viewpoint. Now she saw the same frightening look of naked lust in them as she had seen in Jack's the night he raped her and in Gerry's on that other night so long ago. She groaned inwardly as the last of her flimsy hopes diminished. The bath had been a mirage, a false promise. Nothing had really changed except the locale of her humiliating experiences. That and the fact that this time she was not bound to the bed. She allowed a little hope to creep back into her thoughts. If she wasn't bound, at least she could fight him off or try!
Kayser walked around the room, leisurely stripping his clothing and letting it fall where it might. She watched every move he made, unmindful of his nakedness. She must try to learn his habits and his weak points, that was the only way. She must try to satisfy him without allowing him to put his tongue between her legs. Once that happened, she would lose control of herself as she had done before.
In one fast movement he was back across the room, mounting her. She reached wildly for his back with her nails but he didn't care. She felt his flesh ripping under them, yet he went on with his attack. His hands forced her thighs apart as his mouth crushed cruelly down on her breast. He evened the score when he bit hard into the flesh of it, bringing a stream of blood into his mouth. She yelled with pain and released her hold on his back.
He sucked the blood like a vampire, gnawing his teeth into the tender wound as he sucked. She edged her way, little by little until she had nearly escaped the weight bearing down on her. Suddenly he shifted and covered her again. He sat upright bolting her arms to the bed with his knees and then reached down with both hands and spread open the lips of her cunt. Tracy eyed him fearfully, wondering what he would do next, never once letting her eyes leave his face. She was mesmerized by the evil she saw reflected there! Jack had been bad, but the looks of this man only promised more horror and pain than she had ever imagined!
Without a word of warning, he left the bed and picked up the house phone. "Send Tommy and Moe up here with some restraints!" He slammed the phone back into the cradle and paced impatiently until the tap sounded at the door. Tommy and Moe entered, going straight to the bed. Tracy managed to get off of it but Moe tripped her and then lifted her back to her feet. The open palm of his hand stung as he connected with the flesh of her buttocks.
"Don't you go giving us any trouble, white bitch. The boss says to restrain you and that's what we're here for ... might as well make up your mind!"
Tommy twisted her arm behind her back as he forced her to the bed. "How you want her, boss?" He waited for the reply but his mind was not on his boss's words. His big nostrils flared with the aroma of her oiled body. His eyes raped her soft white flesh. He would like to have ten minutes alone with this one! He would teach her some fucking manners that weren't in the books!
"Put her arms straight to her sides and spread her legs as far as they will go. Don't bind her too tightly, I want those wounds to heal. Just enough so she can't use those nails on me again." This was his first sign of acknowledgment of the deep scratches on his back.
Tracy smiled to herself as she hid her face from them. It was only a small triumph but it was all she had to hold onto. The two black giants worked expertly with the ropes and soon had her in the position Kayser had suggested.
"Anything else, boss?" Moe inquired on their way out.
"Yes, I don't want to be disturbed for anything. Pass the word. Hold all calls or get call-back numbers but no intrusions here!" With that, he dismissed them but Tracy could not forget them so easily. She had caught the lust in one of them, in the way he touched her and looked at her. She shuddered thinking about the possibility of having to deal with him some time in the future.
Kayser locked the door as they left and approached the bed.
"It's a shame you made this necessary. It would have been much pleasanter for you the other way, however, I prefer my women tied, so I am pleased."
He climbed onto the bed and straddled her globes, squirming around on them with his buttocks for a moment, then moved down enough so that he could place his prick in the valley between them. His smooth, manicured hands cupped them up and over his rod forming a cave. Tracy looked down to see the ugly purple head of the monstrous thing, poking out from between her tits. He rode her back and forth savagely, letting the pressure of her globes give him the tingling pleasure of friction. He went off, spewing cum up onto her neck and chin. She reared her head back to avoid getting any of the hideous stuff on her face. Kayser wiped her throat with his hand and rubbed it all over her face, then rolled off and laid beside her gathering strength for his next move.
Her silence was beginning to annoy him too. Part of the pleasure was in listening to them whine and beg for mercy. She had not given him that satisfaction yet but she would. She would! He had not paid a thousand dollars for this bitch to let her get the better of him!
Kayser remembered his trump card and played it as he remounted her, this time with his limp pecker hanging right above her mouth. He looked down into her hate-filled eyes and laughed aloud.
"You really think you are great, don't you. I know all about you, you little bitch. I know how you love having your cunt sucked off and how it bothers you afterward! You think you are above us . . . then can't wait to feel a tongue slide in and out of your filthy slit." He watched her face crumple at the impact of his insults and continued with his final blow. "I know all about the baby you killed too!" he spat out. "I saw the films of it. You are a marvelous actress. Maybe we can send that bunch of film to Hollywood and get an audition for you, huh? Or, maybe we could send it to your father . . . yeah, I bet he would get a big kick out of seeing his daughter playing a starring role. We could even send a script along so he would know what the film was all about!"
Tracy moaned and fought the tears that were already creeping down her cheeks. Kayser wrapped his fingers around his prick and worked it slowly until it became stiff again. He inched forward until it touched her lips, forcing her mouth open to receive it. She pushed her head as deeply into the pillows as she could, trying to get away from it but he followed her down and plunged the odoriferous organ deep into the hollow of her throat.
"You better learn to swallow cock or you'll choke to death before you see tomorrow! Swallow it, Tracy, swallow like a drink of water or so help me, I'll strangle you! Swallow!"
Tracy listened to his commands without really hearing them until she began gagging and losing her breath. Without realizing it, she did as he told her. To her amazement, it worked! The nausea at the act itself was not lessened, but she could accommodate him and still breathe! Kayser used one hand to hold her head steady and the other to peel his dick back when he was on an outward motion. The foreskin was slick and slimy and the sensation of stripping himself while the head was lodged in her mouth, sent strange tremors through his body. Occasionally he would pull it way out and feast his eyes on the round, purpled ball that was the tip of his prick. It oozed secretion. He watched while it dripped down on the closed lips of the girl under him. He had to force her mouth open each time he reentered but the need for force was invigorating to Kayser. Without brutality, sex would be meaningless. A common exchange. Finally he thrust himself into her throat until he could feel her chin under his balls as the flopped. He stretched his legs out on either side of her, putting the full weight of his lower torso on her head. Tracy was frantically fighting for air again but the big hammer kept pounding away in her mouth. She swallowed every time it snaked its way down her throat. He groaned loudly as she felt the thick fluid escape the confines of his balls and flood into her mouth.
"Swallow, Tracy, swallow!" He repeated his previous command and she obeyed, knowing she would not breathe until she did. It seemed too thick to clear her throat and then she felt it pass the lump and slide on down. Her body was aching with the pain of the way he had pinned her beneath him. Kayser slept on her face without removing his soggy organ from her mouth. She finally managed to turn her head to the side just enough to gulp mouthfuls of fresh air around the prick that stubbornly stayed where he had left it.
He woke up an hour later and began again where he was. Tracy's body was numb from the pressure of his weight but she was able to feel the shame of what he was making her do. The man was tireless! He pumped vigorously without pause or hesitation until the vile fluid poured from his pounding dick again. Tracy was battered into near hysteria now. Her body shook with convulsive movements. He pulled out and thundered down her, placing himself between her legs.
"You'd like it if I dropped my tongue in that juicy cunt, wouldn't you? Well, bitch, forget it! I don't eat pussy, I fuck it! Try this on for size!" He lunged forward without preparing the path and missed the entrance, slamming against the outside violently. Tracy cried out her torment and was rewarded by a smile of triumph from Kayser. "So, you do have a voice, eh? Maybe I can make you sing for me yet!"
He pounded his dick against the skin between her cunt and anus, purposely missing the target and then laughed while she moaned with pain.
Tracy looked at him through eyes so tearful, he was only a blur. He was unrelenting. She neared blacking out and longed for the relief of blackness but it did not come. Instead his finger reached under his prick and found the rubbery-puckered ring around her anus. She screamed as he jabbed it into her and kept forcing his dick into indentations that did not exist.
Her cunt became so slippery from his juices that he misjudged his thrust and felt his prick plunge to the depths of her small, smothering canal. Tracy fought the ropes, crazily trying to free herself. She had to fight; he was ripping her wide open. He would kill her if she didn't escape him! The whole room filled with the resounding echoes of his cruel laughter.
"Your pussy fucks as good as your mouth! You were fashioned for fucking ... ah ... how lucky you are girl! To be a model for the devil's own sport! ..."
He came down against her time and again, his balls smacking against the crevice of her ass each time with a soft, dull thud. Tracy gyrated her hips, still trying to ward off some of the pressure, to force out some of the inflated meat inside her cunt. Each time she moved, his prick slammed against some tiny organ up inside and the pain was excruciating. His big hands wormed their way under her buttocks. He grabbed both hands full of the soft, smooth flesh of them. His nails dug into her skin but the worst of it was that with his hands there, he could cause even more force to be exerted on her cunt.
Suddenly he reared back, his hands releasing their grip. His great body trembled. She felt the hot spurting ejections filling her insides, exploding into her belly ... she took a deep breath, the first real swallow of air since he began all this. Maybe now, he would go and leave her to recover.
Kayser had no such idea in mind. He laid against her body, gathering momentum, glad for the lingering effects of the drug-laden drink he had had before he came in to this cold bitch. Without it, he would have been spent by now and she would have a partial victory over him. He must make her howl! Her stubbornness was unusual, especially in one so young. It fascinated him, yet angered him too. He knew he was hurting her ... how could she remain so impassive? There had been only a few moans of pain from her lips. That was not what Kayser wanted! His most rewarding climaxes were reached only when his victim was screaming against his brutality. There had to be a way to make this girl break down!
He rolled off and sat up beside her, looking down into her cum-smeared face. Her eyes met his and in them, he saw fear smothered in hate. "So, that is her weapon! She uses hate to feed her needs!" Kayser was pleased with his observation. Now that he knew her source of strength, he could eliminate or at least re-route it. He would turn her hate against herself ... the abortion . . . that would do it! Prey on her guilt over the abortion!
"Tell me, Tracy, how does it feel to kill your own child?" His words dropped in the air like a bomb. Her face contorted revealing her disgrace.
"Come on now, talk to me about it ... I would be interested to know how a nice, young, Christian girl gets herself fucked and knocked up and then disposes of the evidence. Had you planned on returning to the normal stream of life . . . going on as if nothing had happened?"
Tracy turned her head away from his cruel eyes and tried to shut his words out but she couldn't. She had been able to forget her own shame in the waves of hate for her assailants but he had stripped that from her too. She must face again, the real reason she was being used so degradingly. She was being punished! Punished for an unforgivable sin! What right had she to hate these creatures, these tools of the devil? They were merely the instruments necessary to her repentance. Kayser's voice droned on and on and with each word, Tracy sank deeper into the well of guilt. He watched the transition as she passed from proud and stubborn to guilty and submissive. Now, perhaps she would scream for him; give him the sounds of torture he craved.
"I hate the very idea of putting my marvelous prick into your dirty cunt, Tracy, but it must be done. You must pay for your sin ... someone must make you pay." His words mocked her righteousness. She knew he was lying about hating his task but still, it made her cringe when he spoke that way.
Kayser put his hand between her legs and snaked his finger around the slit and back and forth over it, gathering some of the sticky gunk left by his spitting prick. He poked it cruelly inside her chamber and then his hand covered her face with it. The smell was nauseating as was the idea of what he was doing. Tracy thrashed about to the extent of her roped limitations in an effort to avoid his touch. It was hopeless. His hand followed her and she felt the traces of cum and secretion mix with the dried sperm on her face. Vomit bubbled in her throat and spilled out onto the bed. He scooped it up and rubbed that on her face too, then he left her, crying and gagging in her own mess.
Hours passed without a sound or sign of life. No one came in to take her to the bathroom or clean her up. No one came in with food and for that she was thankful. Her belly felt like it had been scraped out from the raw, dry heaves she had experienced after he left her. Her bowels emptied themselves. She was helpless to move out of the mess she made. Flies swarmed around her, delighting in the feast of her filthy body. They crawled over her face and down her neck, over the sticky messes of cum laying in the hollow of her throat. Some played in the trails of stringy, mucus-like pools that it left on her thighs. The rest seemed to settle in the nest of her wet, matted pubic hair. She could not move enough to discourage them and so, they feasted on her body. Even the puke was a target of their small feelers. She felt like a big lump of garbage . . . inside and out.
Kayser came back with Tommy and Moe and ordered them to clean up all the mess, meaning Tracy too. She thought of the luxurious bathtub and her spirits lifted a little but she soon learned this was not what Kayser had in mind.
They wrapped her in the sheet she was lying on and carried her out of the elaborately appointed chambers of their boss. She couldn't see where they were going but she fought inside the confines of the sheet, feeling the defoliation of her own body encompassing her.
They dumped her back into the cell they had removed her from that morning and Sal came at once with the big hose. Tracy saw it only moments before the water began gushing forth. She tried to huddle in the corner. There was no place to escape the brutal force. Everywhere she went, the water followed unmercifully. Sal was shouting at her to hold still and get it over with but Tracy could not stand the beating it issued. She collapsed, finally, and blackness camouflaged some of the ripping pain.
It was quiet when she woke up, too quiet. Where were the other girls? What had become of them? Were they, too, being tortured?
"Oh, God! What kind of a place is this? A side-door to Hell?" Tracy crawled on her hands and knees and found the board-bed. She knelt again and tried, once more, to beseech the God of her childhood. Her words were lost as pictures of her degradation passed behind her closed lids. The door of the room slammed open and one of the girls was brought in, screaming and fighting. Tracy started and then watched helplessly as they beat her fellow prisoner. The men, not the same two that dealt with her, yelled obscenities at the cowering form crawling around the cell opposite hers. They seemed to be enjoying every minute of the girl's torment as their fists pummeled her.
Tracy could not stand it! She struggled to her feet and stumbled to the bars, grasping them to keep her balance.
"Leave her alone! Leave her alone!" she began yelling at them. "You're hurting her! Leave her alone!"
The men stopped and looked across the aisle at the alluring nakedness that housed the screaming voice. It was forbidden for them to touch one not assigned to them, but they had other ways of reaching her. They looked back down at the bitch they brought in and shook their heads in mutual agreement. One of the men reached down and forced the girl over onto her back, holding her while the other straddled her head. He opened his zipper and pulled out the bulging mass that was his prick and thrust it into her mouth. Tracy watched, mute now, as she witnessed the obscene act. Her mouth dropped open in silent protest but she couldn't turn away. The girl was wild in her efforts to get away from her aggressors. She made strange, choked noises that struck the cord of familiarity in Tracy's ears, noises like the ones she had heard escape her own throat earlier. The man pumping into the girl's mouth motioned the other to mount behind him. He held her down by the sheer force of his rod, impaling her to the filthy floor of the cell while the other man spread her legs with his strong, cruel hands. Tracy squirmed as the man buried his face in the cunt of the writhing bitch. Little by little her movements became less violent and more submissive until finally she was arching her ass up to meet the thrashing tongue inside her cunt. Tracy trembled thinking about how the girl must feel. The defeat that accompanies that sort of submission was not unknown to her. She felt her own vagina quiver in anticipation as the trio across the aisle reached the crest of their passions. The man that had been feasting at the girl's slit slithered up her body and plunged his rod into the upturned ass of the other man. His weight forced the man down, hard against the girl's mouth. Tracy heard the loud swallows depicting the girl's effort to accommodate the weight of the load in her mouth. She turned away and went to the corner of her own cell. Her body had felt the same sort of ravishing but never had she seen one man fuck another in the ass. Was there no end to the things these sex-crazed creatures would do? Knowing it existed made her fear for her own future more than ever. If that could happen to other girls, it could happen to her, too. Had she been fortunate, or was she still too new at all this to have come across that particular aspect?
She heard footsteps receding and knew that the men were finished across the way. When she heard the door shut, she turned to the bars again. Would the girl be all right? Would she want to talk. Would it be better if she acted like she hadn't witnessed what the other girl had just gone through? She was staring at the wall across the way when a voice ripped through her silent ponderings. It came from the girl lying on the floor in the other cell.
"Well, how did you like the show? If you had kept your damn mouth shut, they wouldn't have done it! It was all for your benefit, you know!" The girl cried then; loud, racking sobs and Tracy slumped to the floor, her own tears rushing down her cheeks.
Time after time, the door slammed open and one by one, the other girls were brought back into the cell block. Some of them were quiet but most of them were sobbing or yelling. There were marks and cuts on some, blood streaming from open wounds, moans of anguish and pain. It all became a nightmare. Tracy was hypnotized by horror as they filed past her cell and were thrown into their own cubicles.
Finally, all the cells were full and there was but a few noises left. The girls were either huddled up in corners or flopped across the bed-boards, too tired or in too much pain to talk.
Tracy jumped as a voice ripped through a speaker system and addressed them. Her eyes searched for the outlet but before she discovered it, she was abashed by what the voice was saying.
"Attention! Attention! For the benefit of any newcomers, look around-you! You are in a roomful of murderesses. Every girl in that room has killed. Mary? Mary, are you still in Cell 2? Let the girls look at you, Mary. Tell them about your baby, Mary ... or you Shelly . . . how about the night you killed your baby?
"Perhaps there will be comfort for you now, Tracy, knowing that you belong to a sorority of baby killers ... do you feel better being with them? They are 'good' girls like you, Tracy!"
No one spoke or looked around them. Tracy closed her eyes. The voice droned on in spite of her effort to elude it.
"All of you have tried to make us believe that you are good and pure, that sex is distasteful to you." A course of cruel laughter followed and then, "Seems strange though, that not only were you capable of spreading wide and allowing yourselves to become impregnated, you were all ready and eager to kill the evidence of your follies. See how common and alike you are? Not pure and different at all! Just a bunch of filthy tramps trying to cover your secret lusts in a film of innocence! Speaking of film, we have a special treat for you tonight . . . you have all had a private premiere of your roles as murderesses ... Tonight, your stardom will become public!"
There was a sound of finality as the mechanism clicked off ... There was murmuring among a few of the girls, but that was all. Tracy fought back the tears as the impact of what was going to happen took over. Jack and Lou must have given those films to Kayser when they brought her here. The same thing probably happened to the others. Knowing that she had done no more than any of the others was no comfort to her. It deepened her guilt. It did make them common!
Sal came in with a small army of naked men and the girls were actually herded out of their cells and down the wide corridors to a large, vacant room. The journey was debasing as the men poked at them and prodded them along with their hands. Hands reaching out from every direction, touching them where no hand should touch them, save in the sanction of a marriage bed. Tracy found soon enough that to dodge one hand was only to be met by another coming from somewhere else. She resigned herself to the embarrassment and moved along quickly and quietly. Inside the room they were commanded to sit on the floor and face the north wall. The lights went out and the brightness of test patterns flashed across the wall.
The films seemed endless and each one was punctuated by the tormented sobs of the girl featured in them. When Tracy saw her own face, she hid her head and died a thousand deaths inside. Yes that was her up there! Her allowing the death of her baby, welcoming it! She began to cry so loudly and hysterically that she was carried from the room. She found herself back in Kayser's bed where they dumped her. He was waiting for her!
"There'll be no ropes tonight, Tracy. The doors of this chamber are securely locked. No one will answer your screams. You may lie quietly and let me fuck you or you may fight, but one way or the other I will use your body in any and all the manners I wish. His voice was calm, or nearly so. She thought she could detect a thread of anticipation and eagerness beneath the calm. Her first impulse was to run and she followed it. He stalked her, never hurrying his steps but always right near her. His eyes pierced her as she watched him move in and then she would jump to one side or move in another direction. She tipped over chairs in his path but he stepped around them, enjoying the chase; needing it!
Tracy backed into a corner and huddled there, not knowing what to do. It was obvious that he would have his way, but for it just to happen was unfathomable. There were no hands to hold her down and no ropes to limit her and still, she could not escape. She sank to the floor in a heap, her chest heaving from the chase and the fear of him. He reached down and yanked her back to her feet and twisted her arm cruelly behind her back as he pushed her toward the bed. She screamed again and again until the whole room was a mass of echoing torment... The screams ripped from her throat uncontrollably, surprising even Tracy. She hadn't meant to make a sound. Could that be her voice?
He pushed her down on her belly and shoved pillows under her with one hand while he used the other to hold her still. She knew it was useless to fight him; he was as strong as two men and perhaps twice as cruel, but she fought. Her nails dug at him and whenever his flesh came near enough she bit him. Her arms thrashed about trying to land a blow and her feet kicked out at the air. His aggression was undaunted. His massive hands went under her belly and pulled her ass high to meet the head of his iron-hard prick. He leaned over the contact and let saliva drip from his mouth to lubricate the tightness of her small, ringed opening. Tracy was prepared for anything that had been done to her before but not for this! Kayser guided his shaft to the brown aperture and then thrust forward with no concern for the pain it would cause her.. Tracy yelped as the thick head popped into her ass, shooting arms of rippling pain to her whole body. Kayser pulled it out, then pushed forward again. She slumped over, lost in unconsciousness but Kayser inched his way in deeper and deeper, heedless of her plight. To watch the flesh try to follow his dick inward was beautiful and the way it raked back when he moved outward! Kayser was in his glory! His fat dick grew before his eyes and turned darker and darker with the blood rushing to feed it. Unable to control himself any longer he shoved mightily against her until he felt the smoothness of her inner thighs beneath the flapping of his balls. He gripped her buttocks between his hands and spread them as far as he could to allow the last bit of his prick to enter the dark, tight crevice. Then, forcing all his weight downward, he poured forth the juices of his heat into her rectum! The elastic walls of her canal clung tenaciously to his staff as it throbbed within, exciting him again. He waited until he could bear the pain of pulling out and then did so reluctantly. She was coming around. He jerked the pillows from under her and rolled her over, quickly smothering her face against the new hardening between his legs. She cried out but her open mouth met with the disaster of dripping semen and another intrusion. He wrapped his legs around her head and pulled her over on top of him, holding her there and pushing her head backward and forward over his prick. Her mouth was so tight against it, she couldn't escape and only just in time did she remember the swallowing procedure. Her ass felt like it was hanging wide open and bleeding. For the time being she had to lie still and let him have his way. Her pain was too great to think of anything else. Strangely, she thought about the films and placed them responsible for the pain.
Kayser kept her in his rooms for three days and four nights. He did everything to her with the same concise brutality and received every pleasure he had bargained for ... all but one . . . she would not talk. He had made her scream in pain, but not yet beg for that pain. She had, somehow, held tightly to her vow of silence, at least as far as words were concerned. She had no control over the harsh, guttural moans that had involuntarily escaped her lips during his savagery. She swept her morals of the past into a darkened corner of her mind and fought with all her conscious effort to retain her sanity against this man. Whatever he did to her, he did with no fight from her. When he hurt her, and he did often, she stiffened, screamed, moved with jerked motions but not once had she begged him to stop or given him a sign of real defeat. It was confounding!
As he stalked back and forth across the room, looking at her occasionally from glaring eyes, he pondered what he could do or have done to break her stubborn spirit. It was like she was taking every bit of punishment he dished out, almost gladly . . . but not gladly for the passion of it. No! Gladly, as a payment for her sin! He did not wish to be an instrument of any Supreme Being! He wished to be the master of her soul, alone! He expected her complete submission because he ordered it, not because she was in the act of repentance! Damn these Holy ones! Did they really believe in all that garbage? Ughhh!
He lit a cigar and sat down opposite the sleeping girl, trying, by staring at her, to figure out some way to break her. Suddenly, he was on his feet and standing at the doorway shouting for Sal. She came running from the bowels of the house and stood, panting, before him. At first, when she heard him yelling, she thought he had killed the girl but one look past him into the room assured her that this was not the case. Tracy, startled out of her exhausted sleep, was cowering in the middle of the bed, trembling hands holding the blanket up around-her nakedness. Kayser stepped out and closed the door behind him. He led Sal into the parlor of his private quarters.
They talked in hushed tones for nearly a half an hour and then Sal went out hurriedly to accomplish the tasks he had given her. There was a secret racing in her heart for she had witnessed the sort of thing that was to happen to Tracy, only once before ... many years ago when Kayser's father ran the business. She had forgotten all about it in the years since, because the method was not used again. The girl, in that case, had lost her mind completely and old Kayser had lost a considerable amount of money on her.
Sal went to the briefing room and spoke into the intercom system. Within minutes, five men, two black, three white came in to meet her. She told them what Kayser wanted and why and sent them on their way. Her next step in the plot would be a little more difficult but she was goaded into action by her excitement. She went back to the cell block and announced to the girls that they were going upstairs. She reminded them of the hose, and the men with whips, and by the time she finished talking, there wasn't one among them with courage enough to give her any resistance. One by one, she chained them to a leader chain. When the last of them was secured, she called Moe and Tommy in to help her herd them to the 'show-room'. A flicker of interest flashed across both black faces when she mentioned their destination. They had seen many a good exhibition in that room and started to question Sal as to what was going on. She hushed them by raising her finger to her lips and they took the cue. Tommy led the girls at the head of the line. Moe followed them. Sal marched back and forth along the length of the human train as they made their way through the halls and up a flight of stairs to the 'show-room'.
Tommy ushered them into the little ante-chamber outside the larger room and fastened the chain ends to the hooks, purposely there for this reason. There was no way any of them could free themselves and get out. Satisfied, the three left the girls to speculate their lot.
Sal looked inside the showroom and nodded approvingly. She watched the mesh wire cage being placed on a small table near the oversized bed that sat in the center of the room. The curved, portable bleachers were being positioned around the bed for the spectators and all was going according to plan. Kayser, himself was bringing Tracy in through another entrance. Sal smiled at her two helpers and they went in and took their front row seats. She knew she would be busy during the performance, but for a moment she could sit down. She watched Tracy's reactions to the humiliations that were about to be heaped upon her. The girl's eyes were round with fear and terror as Kayser jerked her naked body behind him. He pulled a chair up to the foot of the bed and shoved her into it, beckoning for help. Tommy and Moe answered his need and helped bind the girl to the chair so that she could not move in any direction. She eyed the bed suspiciously and then her eyes moved to take in the rest of her surroundings. It was set up like an arena, a small arena!
"Oh, no! Please!" Tracy thought, "Please don't let them make me do anything with others watching! I couldn't bear that!" Her thoughts flew wildly from one possible reason to another for this strange turn of events. One thing was certain; whatever was in store, she was to be part of it! Her eyes rested on the cage for the first time and she pushed hard on the floor with her feet trying to move away from the wretched thing. It was difficult at first to make out what was in the cage through the mesh of wire but she was able to make out the outlines of the slithering, fat snakes soon enough! To wonder if they were poisonous never crossed her mind . . . snakes of any kind made her flesh crawl, just at the sight of them. As ominous as these creatures looked, they were not harmful in the usual sense of the word but they were well-trained. Kayser had found it to be a lucrative side-business; this training of snakes for show-girls. The orders came from all parts of the world along with fat checks for these pussy-oriented reptiles. They were used by their female owners in exhibition shows at private clubs and the profits were astounding.
Kayser himself had never used them as a means of breaking down his girls. The experience of his father in that matter had been pounded into his financial heart too often. He strutted back and forth across the room, issuing orders now, impatient for the new thrill he would witness.
Sal went back to the ante-chamber and administered a sleep-inducing drug to the first girl on the chain. Before it took effect, she was carried to the show-room and bound to the bed before Tracy's very eyes. The girl screamed and cried and fought for a moment and then she slipped away into a hypnotic sleep. The room was filling up around her but Tracy could not take her eyes from the poor girl on the bed. They were going to kill her and she, Tracy, was going to have to witness it! She shook so hard her teeth chattered.
Kayser stood up and announced his intentions now for all to hear and a hush cloaked the room as they digested his words. Tracy listened with mounting terror.
"This girl," he began, pointing to her, "thinks that she is above us. She will not talk. I have tried in every pleasant way I can think of to make her understand that she must talk, but she refuses. Perhaps, today, by this means," he waved toward the bed and box of snakes, "I can convince her that talking is a necessary part of our plan."
Tracy could not comprehend the meaning of his statements, only the leering insinuations that something horrible was about to happen.
A man stepped forward at Kayser's signal and reached into the cage, bringing out one of the slithery creatures. He held it just in back of the head and moved toward Tracy. She gasped as its tail flipped across her bare knees. It was about three feet long and several inches around, dressed in a drab gray and black stripe. She felt the bones of her buttocks grind into the chair as she tried to move away from it. He turned and laid the snake on the bed between the spread thighs of the sleeping girl. The onlookers gasped as he released his grip and patted the snake on the top of the head. He reached into his pocket then and brought out a tube which he opened, squeezing some of the contents out onto his fingers. Deftly he approached the gaping slit, exposed to all, between the girl's legs and rubbed the stuff on and in her vagina. He trailed a path with his finger, back to the snake's head and then stepped back.
Tracy sat mesmerized as the snake poked its head down to meet the colorless path on the sheet. Slowly it began to follow it. It twisted and inched until it was only a hair away from the open, defenseless cunt at the source of the scent. No one moved or budged in his seat as the reptile pushed his head to the opening and then, slowly began to disappear inside the girl. Its tail lashed wildly outside the entrance, fighting to gain room inside but there was no more room! The girl didn't even move but Tracy shook violently and vomited all over herself. Her eyes were glazed with fear as they swept around the room waiting for someone to step forward and stop the atrocity. She was shocked to see that no one had any such aspirations. Many of the men sat with their pricks in their hands, stripping them as their eyes followed the movements of the snake.
Tommy stepped up to Tracy and loosened a bucket of water over her, washing away the vomitus to the floor but he was anxious to be-done with his task and resume watching the show. The trainer stepped forward. He pulled the snake out and threw it back into the cage with the others. The sleeping girl was untied and carried out as two other men entered with one of the other girls. She too had been drugged and slept before she ever saw the snake. Time and again, this procedure was followed, each time, a different snake, each time, the girl tied in a different position, but always, the snake creeping its way into her cunt and wiggling its dismay over not being able to gain full entrance. Kayser did not make any effort to speak or explain further until the last girl had been carried out and then, he turned back to Tracy.
"Did you enjoy our little show, Tracy?" He waited but she was unable to speak, so great was her fear of him by now.
"Still won't talk, eh? Well, we'll see about that!" He turned and motioned Tommy and Moe to aid him. The three of them quickly loosened her from the chair and placed her spread eagle, ass high on pillows. Her screams were deafening. Not one of them escaped without a bite or scratch before they got her bound but they didn't stop until she was secured.
She pinched her eyes closed and felt the horrible stream of shame fill her body. All of those men and Sal were eyeing her body like they had the other girls but they had been asleep and uncaring. Tracy was not afforded that luxury!
Kayser stepped back and motioned for the trainer. If this plan did not work, he trembled to think of the money he would lose on this little bitch! No one wanted to buy them if they would not talk. Half the pleasure of owning these sluts was in listening to them scream to be fucked. The trainer reached into the box and searched for one snake in particular.
Tracy fainted.
Kayser reached out his hand for the trainer to pause. "Not this one . . . wait till I bring her around! I want her to know what's going on." He walked to the bed and grabbed her by the hair with one hand. With the other, he slapped her back and forth until her eyes opened.
"You'll not hide from this, bitch! Every time you faint, I'll stop the show until you come to again!"
She saw the trainer moisten his finger with the stuff from the tube and then reach for the valley between her legs. There was no way to squirm out from under his touch nor close out the approving applause of the audience. He lingered longer in her cunt than he had the others, probably because she was awake and he enjoyed teasing her under the eyes of all the spectators. Kayser finally stopped him, demanding that he go on.
He reached back into the cage and pulled out a snake nearly five feet long and as big around as a tangerine. Tracy gasped and so did the crowd. This would be quite a spectacle . . . though none of them believed for a moment that she could take even a portion of the gigantic reptile. The small, tightness of her cunt was visibly contracted in an involuntary effort to ward off the approaching vileness. The trainer put him down between her legs and made the pathway of gook that it would soon follow.
Tracy couldn't see anything for they had had to secure her head in a brace-type apparatus when they were tying her. Her body trembled, not knowing when she would feel the ugly head of her tormentor touch her vagina. She watched the crowd for signs of warning and there were plenty there. The men were gaping, eyes wide open in disbelief as the reptile inched closer and closer to the small, deep well.
Suddenly Tracy began screaming at the top of her lungs.
"No! No! No! ... Don't let it touch me! No! I'll talk! I'll talk ... I'll yell . . . I'll talk! No! No! Helppp! Pleeeease!" The words tumbled out of her mouth but not even Kayser seemed to hear her now. The fevered pitch of excitement in the room was too great . . . there would be no turning back now.
Tracy felt the bulky head press against her flesh in search of the opening and then it found it. She tried to scream, to move . . . something, anything! She was paralyzed with fear and immobility. The snake shoved with great strength against her and finally gained a tight entrance. It worked its way in further and further until she thought she would split wide open. It seemed endless, this torture, but it only lasted moments in reality. Kayser regained his voice and reason the moment he realized what the forced opening would be like if he let it continue. She would be stretched so big her cunt would be useless to anything except a mule!
"Get it!" he ordered the trainer and shoved the man toward the bed.
Reluctantly the trainer reached for his prize snake and pulled him out. Only his head had disappeared and even the snake seemed disappointed at not being able to go on.
"The show is over ... get out of here, all of you!"
Chapter Six
Tracy woke up groggy and looked at her surroundings cautiously. The light was dim and she was cold. She startled at the voice she heard so close to her.
"Hi, kid." It said quietly.
She turned to the direction it came from and saw that its owner was a girl perhaps only a few years older than herself. There were two other girls next to her, curled up together, asleep. Her puzzlement was visible.
"They put us in a cell together a few days ago. At first we thought you were dead but I guess they just doped you. You were screaming something terrible when they brought you back from the showroom. Kayser gave you a shot and then you slipped away from us. We were scared he'd killed you but finally Nancy got nerve enough to touch you and she said you were still breathing. After that, we tried to keep you warm with our bodies when no one was around. You trembled so! What did they do to you in there, anyway?"
Tracy watched the girl's face as she talked and realized that she had no recollection of her part in the snake show. She doubted if any of the girls knew what happened to them in there. It wouldn't help anyone to know. She shrugged the question off and tried to think of other things, anything except the terrible experience in the small arena. It seemed strange to have someone talking to her in a normal way. It had been months since she had heard anything but commands and insults. Maybe it was that way for the girl too. She ventured a question of her own.
"How long have you been here?"
The girl's face crumpled. She cried softly as she told of a couple that had befriended her when she was in trouble and how they got a doctor and on and on. The story was so similar to Tracy's own that she could have picked up the threads of Mary's words and finished the story for her. They looked at one another and at the two other girls.
"Them too?" Tracy asked.
"Yeah . . . same thing, only a different place and a different couple. We were talking about it a little last night after everyone was asleep. We wondered about you, though. Kayser never took any of the rest of us out of the cell block. We weren't sure if your circumstances were the same as ours ... all we knew was that you were asleep and we couldn't wake you up. It was scary."
Tracy turned over some of the new facts in her mind before replying. If Kayser hadn't taken all of the girls to his quarters individually, why her? Need she fear that he would send for her again? What was happening to the other girls while she was with him? She knew they were all being misused but nothing made any sense. Her head ached terribly from the drug the girl said Kayser had given her.
"Has anyone figured out what this is all about yet? I mean, what are their plans for all of us?"
The girl looked up at the ceiling and answered slowly.
"No, not really. Just that they are sadists and we're the pigeons. That cell block we were all in before is not the only one in this house. I think they keep the new ones like us together at first and then decide where to put them when they find out how they are going to react."
Tracy gulped. "You mean we'll be here forever?"
"I don't know, kid ... I just don't know. No one tells us anything."
Both girls avoided talking of the thing that bothered them the most . . . the horrible humiliations suffered in this place. It was too shameful to talk about but it was the groundwork for the invisible bond between them.
The other two stirred and Mary woke them up to tell them Tracy was all right. They sat upright and rubbed their eyes trying to adjust to the dimness in the cell. Tracy smiled a little, the first time since she left the bus with Jack and Lou. The girls smiled back shyly. They were friends after that wordless gesture. They talked little and when they did, it was in whispers but there was little need to talk and little to talk about. All of them knew they would be hauled away with the first light of morning and not returned till dusk. None of them wanted to think about it. Only Tracy was still blank as to what would happen to her that day. Nothing would surprise her after what she had already suffered, but if they took her near those snakes again, she knew one thing for certain; she would lose what little remained of her sanity. She was sure that was why Kayser had been forced to give her the shot Mary told her about. She must have gone into a fit after the trainer pulled the snake out. The whole episode was like a nightmare come true, but she didn't really remember anything after she heard Kayser order the snake's removal.
Sal was quick to send word to Kayser that Tracy was conscious as soon as she saw her on her morning rounds. One by one the other girls were led away but no one came for Tracy. She paced the cell and tried to plot a way out of her dilemma but everywhere she looked were heavy bars and chains. There was no hope of escape, she realized with a sickness that reached into her very soul. Everything that had happened to her seemed ludicrous in retrospect. Maybe it hadn't happened at all. Maybe she was at home in her own bed, suffering a terrible nightmare in her guilt. Maybe...
The cell door rattled. She jumped to her feet. This was no nightmare! Tommy and Moe grabbed her roughly by the arms and pulled her out of the cell. She fought them out of habit and they cursed her as they went.
Kayser stepped into the hall as he heard them approach.
"She hasn't changed much, has she?" He smiled wickedly past her at the two blacks. "We'll see, we'll see."
He walked behind them watching her lovely body twisting in her struggle.
"God! What a beauty!" he said to himself. "I'd keep her for myself if she wasn't worth so much!"
Tracy was ushered into a small room containing nothing but a bed and it was filthy. Kayser waited outside while Tommy and Moe put her in the middle of the bed and tied her arms up over her head to the bedboard. They joined him outside. She heard their voices fading off into the distance. More perplexed than ever, she watched the door frantically. When it opened, she stared at one of the ugliest humans she had ever seen! He was bent and misshapen and his walk was more like an ape than a man. Chills stood up all over her body as he neared her and began to remove his clothing. The man's hands were gnarled and dirty as was the rest of him. When he dropped his trousers to the floor she gasped! His prick rose almost as soon as it was released from his pants and it stretched out straight from his body for at least eight inches. The bulb at the end of it was huge and discolored. He rubbed it lovingly with one of his ugly hands and then covered her body with his. His beard was maybe two days old and scratched against the cheeks of her face roughly as he sought out the moistness of her mouth with his tongue. She recoiled from his touch but he pressed against her harder and harder until she thought his weight would crush every bone in her body.
Suddenly he was on her chest, moving toward her mouth with the menacing weapon between his legs. She jerked her head convulsively and screamed at him to leave her alone. He smiled. He had witnessed her subjection to the snake and knew, when her words became coherent, that Kayser's plan had worked. She talked now!
"Get away from me ... get away . . . get away . . . don't touch me . . . oh, God, please, oh no . . . aggghhh."
He stopped the flow of pleadings with his prick and grinned evilly down at her as he watched the inches of his rod creep down her throat. Puke rose and oozed out of the corners of her mouth around the vile organ but he only plunged it in deeper. She was forced to swallow back her own vomit as the thing gagged her.
"OOOOhhhh . . . your mouth is sweet, pretty girl . . . how did you ever learn to eat cock so well! hmmmm? . . . Don't you like Jody's cock? ... It is one of the biggest at Kayser's . . . oooohhhh . . ." He quieted and began pumping with all his might, reaching behind his ass with one hand to pinch the nipples of her globes as he rode her.
She felt the small, electric pain shoot through her breast and tried to bite down on his prick but it moved too rapidly. His eyes glazed and bulged as he reached the heights of his passion.. The hot fire of his load went tumbling down into her belly. Her legs had been thrashing wildly but she sensed more danger the moment she felt him cum in her mouth. She wound them together tightly. What if he tried to fuck her down there too? What if she got pregnant again by this monster? The baby would be helplessly, hopelessly condemned and crippled. Horrid thoughts rushed through her mind as he slid off her chest and slithered down her body. He parted the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and spat into it. She closed her eyes and held her breath. "No, no, no! Don't let him touch me with his tongue . . . not him . . . not him" she beseeched silently, knowing her weakness. She could not bear to think of going weak against him, of rising to meet his mouth!
He sensed her thoughts as he lowered his head to the cradle of soft hair above her slit. He would make her scream for it before he was finished! Dirty bitch, looking down on him like they all did! He would teach her!
His tongue raced along the outer edges of her slit, darting inward only occasionally, to tease her. She kicked and swung her hips around trying to avoid him for awhile and then the old sensation began. She was weakening! There seemed nothing she could do about it. Her body reacted to things that her mind repudiated. Her movements took on another dimension as he wormed his tongue closer and closer to the tiny hardened organ. Her trembling was no longer in fear and disgust. It was raw passion! Jody was long experienced in his work. He knew what the power of his tongue could do to these bitches. It turned them on good and he enjoyed having them churning beneath his twisted body, begging him with their movements to stick it in them. He made them squirm good! He never gave in until they begged him, literally begged him for it. It made him feel superior to hear them whine. He waited to hear her but the temptation of her sweet-smelling crotch was wearing at him too. Her body begged but not a word escaped her lips ... he waited ... he teased and toyed but she kept her mouth clamped tight over the words that were straining for release. She was shocked to hear them running through her mind. They said, "Suck me, do it, put your tongue in, eat me, eat me!"
Jody cupped her ass in his hands and by-passed her throbbing cunt. He raised her buttocks higher and higher so that his tongue could run in circles around the wrinkled little ring of her anus. Tracy gasped and tried to lower herself, forcing him to meet the hungry demands of her slit. He let his thumbs slip till they touched the erect nubbin and worked it between them but she wanted the soft art of his tongue, not his thumbs. Her moans became louder until they sounded like mewlings but Jody was bent on hearing words, not noises. He stubbornly teased her asshole, slipping his long, hot tongue into it and wiggling it around. Tracy was panting and then holding her breath in turns, torturing herself by not speaking. She knew he waited only to hear her beg him for it. She knew she had but to ask him and he would oblige her burning desire but she couldn't ... she mustn't!
Jody replaced his tongue with his finger and poked hard, piercing jabs into her tight ass. Tracy yelped with the pain, beseeching him-to stop.
"You talk baby but you're saying all the wrong words! Tell Jody to eat your box . . . come on, tell Jody and he will tongue-fuck you like you never had it before . . ."
He coaxed and taunted her, all the while jabbing his crooked finger into her, harder and more cruelly.
Tracy tried to kick him away from her but he caught her ankle with one hand and twisted it viciously.
"Don't hurt Jody . . . Jody wants to make you happy ... Tell Jody to suck your cunt, baby . . ."
His mouth went back to work on the lips of her vagina. He sucked them deeply into his sloppy mouth and nibbled till Tracy felt the pin-points of pain. Once his tongue flicked across the top of her trembling organ just enough to make her tense up tight and wait for more but he took it away.
She felt herself giving in to his relentless teasing. "Do it, Jody ... do it!" she gasped.
Jody stopped his action and answered, "DO what, bitch? What is it you want Jody to do?"
"You know what . . . please, do it..." His fingers massaged her cunt as he egged her on.
"Say it! Say, suck my box, eat me, Jody, eat me!"
Tracy repeated the words, feeling the shame as they left her mouth, hating herself.
"Suck my box, eat me, Jody, eat me!" She waited now to feel the explosion she knew would come but Jody did not react like she thought he would.
Instead of his tongue, she felt his hard, knobby prick sink into her, spreading her cunt wider than it was meant to go. "He must be ripping me open!" she thought as the screams tumbled out of her mouth.
"AAAAGggggh! Oh, God . . . stop, Oooooh ... it hurts . . . stop, stop . . ." But Jody didn't stop. He pumped and bucked into her unprepared pussy till he buried his staff to the hilt and felt his bag slapping against her.
His hands grabbed her globes and clawed at them like an animal. He sucked one into his slobbery mouth.
Tracy was shaking with pain and disappointment. The hard, selfish organ, hammering against her, hurt too bad to satisfy her, but the need for satisfaction still burned within her groin. He reared back and laughed at the expression of mixed pain and need on her face and then she felt him explode a forceful load up into her belly. It spurted and spurted against the inner walls of her love well, sending out hot, electric currents to her body. Her own cum was stopped up, unable to break through and release the ache in her gut. Jody stayed inside her until he was completely limp. Slowly he drug it out and heaved against her to rest. She fought crying out at him to finish the job he started. Her body was like an animal detached from her, still throbbing and searching for the fulfillment he promised. When his panting ebbed, his laughter began and he sat up to look down into her face. Her closed eyes could not shut out the mocking sounds coming from his wicked throat.
"You waited too long, bitch! You waited too long! Next time beg when I tell you . . . beg without me having to tell you! Jody is human . . . Jody had to fuck you . . . you waited too long!" His laughter trailed off behind him as he left her there, shaken to the core by the disgrace she suffered at his hands.
She had not recovered from her shame when the door opened again. She looked up to see another man. A fat, naked little man with slanty eyes and no teeth. Her repulsion was visible as he neared her, licking his lips with a tongue as short and fat as himself.
"Jody said you fuck good ... is he telling me the truth?"
Tracy turned her head to the wall and pretended he did not exist. She felt him slide into bed beside her and his hands touching her everywhere. She couldn't stand it! It was too much! When would they stop this torment and let her go?
His toothless mouth slobbered over her tits and he worked them between his callused hands as he sucked the pink peaks into tight hard buds. She shuddered against his advances and tried to put her mind a thousand miles away from her body. Let him do what he would ... she wouldn't think about it. It was the only way to get through one of these sessions.
Her legs were wrapped tightly together but when he was ready for her cunt, his strength proved too much for her. He pinched her thighs so hard her legs sprang apart in pain. He had made his move so quickly she hadn't time to think about it. He was between them and licking her cunt before she could stop him. She didn't try to stop him now ... her body was waiting for this. She blotted out everything else and allowed herself to float with the lifting clouds of passion. She didn't think about the fat, ugly face that housed that hot tongue . . . she couldn't. His hands clawed at her ass bringing it closer and closer to his face. She wrapped her legs around his head, afraid he might stop before she gained her purpose. It surprised her to see how easily she could blot out her morals when a tongue worked knowingly at the tender flesh of her cunt.
The fat man sensed her weakness. He took his time giving her the pleasure she craved. Time and again he left the crevice of throbbing flesh and crawled over her body to place his juice-soaked mouth over hers, letting his tongue drop into her mouth, making her gag as she thought of the vile secretions he transferred to her.
He rubbed his stubby dick around her wet, matted jungle of hair, then mounted her head forcing it into her mouth while her legs splayed wildly, waiting for him to return. Her body was straining to give him every pleasure he sought so he would fulfill hers. Nothing mattered anymore except that he returned his tongue to the needs of her clit. His orgasm strung down her throat in short, warm gushes and she swallowed it hurriedly to overcome the need to vomit. "Hurry, hurry," she pleaded silently to the beast on top of her.
He slithered back down her aching body and found the shuddering little organ waiting for his touch. His tongue traced circles around it, then suddenly covered it with the thrilling sucking motion she wanted . . . needed so badly. Every part of her body tightened as the blood coursed wildly through her pounding veins, downward, downward to freedom. She felt the ravishing pleasure of her own load racing through her groin and pulsating against the tongue that was waiting for it. He sucked the warm juices until her well was dry. She lay spent and sobbing.
She couldn't face him. She couldn't face herself. What had she become? Guilt absorbed itself into her very pores as the thought of her actions reflected in her mind.
Man after man came through the door. Each one was her enemy . . . each one could make an animal of her. She was glad most of them didn't know her weakness. It was horrible to have them shoving their pricks in her mouth and her cunt but it was even worse when they tongued her. It was then she had to fight the hardest to maintain herself. Somehow she made it through the rest of the day without surrendering her soul again but she was unbelievably tired and shaken. Her wrists had been cut open by the bite of the ropes against her struggles and blood had run and dried on her arms.
Tommy came for her alone at twilight and she thought for a moment that he too, was going to use her. His eyes rolled over the mess that was her body and lust gleamed in them.
Instead, he said, "You stink, bitch! You must have fucked good all day to get that messy . . . God, you smell!"
He dragged her by the ankles down the hall until he got to the stairs and then slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. His finger found her rectum as they bounced down the steps. She felt the cruel thrust of it until they reached the cell. Sal opened the door and he dumped her in to join the other three.
"Better hose them down, Sal, they stink!" Tommy stood back to watch the bath and laughed heartily as the frightened girls cowered together to ward off the force of the water.
"Turn it up, Sal... let 'em have it good!"
The night held stranger terrors, stranger emotions than any she had yet experienced with the exception of the snake.
After they had been fed, Kayser and several of his staff came into the cell and checked them all for bruises or wounds. He didn't care what the men did to them as long as they left no visible scars. Being satisfied that none of them had been misused, he had Tracy and two of the others tied to the cell bars. Nancy was left unbound and there was a buzz of their voices when they were alone again. None of them knew what it meant. None of them expected what was to follow.
Sal came in carrying two big kerosene lamps and hung them on hooks from the ceiling outside the cell. All the other lights went off then and Kayser was back, this time with many men. They lined the cell on the outside, staring at the young lovelies in open lust and admiration. Sal opened the door and Nancy stepped back in wide-eyed horror! A huge black man entered, naked to the waist, his ripe, firm muscles rippling. The bulge beneath the tight trousers was immense. The crowd of men started encouraging him to remove them.
Nancy huddled in the corner afraid to raise her eyes. Tracy and the other two stared helplessly as the African reached down and picked up their friend in one swoop. She screamed and her scream released the pent-up fear in the other girl's throats. They all began screaming as if their outcries could help Nancy. The man spread his legs in a stance and lifted her high above his head like weights. Even her thrashing didn't offset his balance and a roar of applause escaped the audience. His strength was fantastic, worthy of appreciation but not from the terrified girls. They knew his strength would be used against them to show him off to the crowd. The menacing lump in his pants testified to that!
He stalked around the small cell carrying the girl like a stuffed toy, heedless of her movements, her attempts to free herself from his iron-like grip. Tracy saw the reddened areas on her white flesh where his hands bit into her. She wondered if she would be next.
The African soon tired of displaying his body. He put Nancy down, with a thud, on the floor. He dropped his trousers, drawing a murmur of awed respect from the males in the room. Nancy screamed and tried to crawl away to the corner of the cell. The utter hopelessness of her plight was visible in her eyes. Tracy had never seen such fear registered on the face of any human being in her life! Her own fear rose violently. She looked at Mary and Shelly. They were spell-bound in their terror too!
The big black man grabbed Nancy by the foot and pulled her across the rough cell floor. He was over her instantly, forcing her legs apart with the sheer strength of his heavy thighs. His body crushed down against her but he did not enter her cunt. He mauled her, fondled, cursed her, spoke in a foreign tongue. Everything he did, he did so quickly that the girl could not prevent him. Suddenly he was atop her chest, cupping her luscious globes between his large black hands. His prick found its way between them and he see-sawed back and forth. Tracy could hear the girl's bones snapping and her frightened cries of pain. The immense, black staff seemed to grow even larger with each thrust into her tits. He moved forward then, letting her globes fall back into their own position as he neared her head with the throbbing mass of flesh sticking up in front of him. One hand grabbed Nancy's hair and yanked her head back while the other guided the dick into the opening that was her mouth, forming a scream of denial. The horrible sound of her gagging brought chills to Tracy's flesh.
"Swallow, Nancy," she whispered under her breath. "Swallow or he'll kill you ..."
Nancy was beyond hearing the helpful words. Vomit was flowing from out around the tremendous prick but the man bucked against her head until he reached his orgasm. He lifted the still-throbbing rod of muscle from her mouth and sidled down her body until his tongue reached her bright-pink slit. The flickering lights from the kerosene lamps licked across the naked bodies giving them an eerie appearance. It was maddening! Nancy's body was still shaking with contortion-like motions as she spit and tried to rid her mouth of the thick mucus of his cum. Her eyes were glazed now. The sounds from her throat were whimpers. Perspiration from both bodies flowed together and glistened in the dimness. The African peeled her lips back and sank his tongue deeply into her slit until his teeth felt the hot flesh beneath them.
Tracy couldn't look away. This was the part of their perversions that fascinated her when she was under them, but to see it done to someone else was nauseating! She wondered if Nancy would succumb as she did ...
Suddenly, Nancy's legs wrapped around the African's head, pulling him down tighter against her cunt. The frightened sounds of before became soft mewls of naked lust and passion. He teased her and then went all the way into her depths. His face smashed against the wet pussy. He fought to breathe, but Nancy held him firmly against her, her buttocks rising clear off the floor to take every bit of him she could gather. Tracy felt her own slit throb and quiver and she reddened deeply.
There were great sounds of sucking as the girl exploded and her conqueror retrieved his rewards. When he pulled away, his face was smeared with moisture. Tracy buried her head in her arms with the shame of her sinful longings.
The crowd watched, fascinated as the black man rose to his knees, still between the girl's splayed legs. He stripped his raw meat into hardness again.
Nancy was shuddering from the impact of her climax and was not prepared for the evil thrust of his stiff prick. It made its target and swam into her canal, ripping the soft flesh before it. Blood was visible on his rod as he pulled out on a backstroke, then it disappeared again within the privacy of her cunt.
The screams of pain replaced the moans of pleasure tearing from Nancy's throat.
No one could take that sizable hunk of prick and respond in anything but pain! It was, perhaps, four inches around at the head and not much smaller around the staff itself. The other two girls had ceased their whimpering and screaming. They were mesmerized by the atrocity committed before their very eyes! Tracy could not endure watching another moment. Her own vomit spewed out across the floor as the whole, sickening enactment filled her brain.
One by one the other two were exposed to the viciousness of the black man's relentless passion. Tracy cowered further and further against the bars. Cum was everywhere! The men watching were not hesitant to jack themselves as their lusts were aroused by the scene they witnessed. It was running down the walls and slithering down the bars of the cell. It was difficult to tell now where it came from or who it came from. It was all mixed in together. Kayser was watching every move Tracy made and anxious for the finale he had planned to become a reality.
When the African finished with Shelly, she was a screaming mass of shattered nerves. Remorse filled Kayser for a moment as he wondered if she had been ruined beyond use. He remembered the state Tracy was in when they brought her from the snake orgy and decided that he would give Shelly a shot of the same drug and see if it would bring her back to normality. If not, he would have to make up the loss of her sale on the price of Tracy. At any rate, he was reaping the rewards he sought from his exhibition. Tracy looked as though she would agree to anything rather than be accosted by the big African. He would let the black frighten her but do no more than make her eat him. They had agreed on that beforehand. The African knew if he overstepped his bounds, he would be castrated. Kayser didn't run a funny-farm! Everything was pre-planned and preordained. There was always a method behind all the madnesses that went on in this big training house. Kayser turned out the best disciplined girls in this area of the world for the purposes they were to fill. His reputation was big and his profits were fantastic. Nothing or no one crossed him or stood in his way!
The African rose as they carried the unconscious Shelley from the cell. He sauntered around, leering at Tracy, grinning lecherously at the crowd. No one knew what was to come next except himself and Kayser. He would make a show of it! Before he was through, the beautiful white bitch would gobble him alive!
Tommy and Moe entered the cell and went to Tracy to untie her. She heard herself promising them her body if they would protect her. The spectators roared with laughter at her foolish pleas. They loosened her and stepped back to await further instructions from Kayser.
"Put her in the middle of the floor and spread her in every direction. Tie her that way!"
The African helped. They laid her out and he placed one, big, bare foot in her abdomen, pinning her to the spot until the ropes were stretched from the corner bars of the cell to meet her outstretched limbs.
Tracy cringed in mortification at being displayed in such a fashion before so many eyes. Her heart pounded with the fear of what was coming next. She willed herself to die ... The only blackness she could find was behind her closed eyes. All the sounds and smells filtered through and left her helpless to move or think.
Tommy and Moe finished and moved out of the cell. He began. He stood above her body and swayed crazily, coming nearer and nearer with each movement of his hips. It was as if he danced to some native drum beat audible only to his ears. She looked up in stark terror as the massive body moved in on her. He squatted on her belly and gave his hands complete freedom of her tits. He plied them, kneaded them, holding the crowds attention as the small pinkish buds tightened into little balls. His huge menacing prick came closer and closer to them until he dropped it in the canyon he formed with her globes and then fucked them wildly. His cum spurted up over her head. The force of it subsided, it dribbled down onto her face. His hands smeared it over her and in her hair, and then he went down on her. She felt the hot tongue racing across her belly where his ass had just been, then it swooped downward to the parted valley of her cunt. Her fear was too great to welcome him. All she could think of was the terror of having him use the big instrument between his legs to force an entrance between her own. She had seen, first-hand, the results it had left on Shelley and the others. The tongue dove in and out of her cunt and bounced around the edges of her vaginal lips; but for once, Tracy was too frightened to respond. Faucets of cum were pouring in on them from the spectators. Whoops of pleasure smashed against her ears as they cheered the big, black on. Her shame and remorse knew no bounds as she sank deeper and deeper into the wallowing degradation that was to be hers forever.
The African wished wildly that there had not been limitations set on this bitch. His tongue told him that her cunt was the tightest he had ever met. He longed to stretch it wide to cover his hungry dick. He could feel the involuntary trembling beginning in the recesses of her body but he knew she was beyond reaching a climax. Her fear was too great, her horror of his proud prick, too fierce. He played awhile longer and then inched back up on her.
Tracy remembered her whispered warning to Nancy and knew that within moments, she would be following her own instructions. She would choke! She couldn't possibly accommodate his shaft! It was gigantic!
He cupped his hands beneath her head and pulled it up to meet him. There was no chance of turning in either direction. His grip was like iron bars. She clamped her teeth together and her mouth formed a narrow, bitter line. The black laughed down at her. Her stubbornness could not begin to match his own. There were many ways to make a bitch open her mouth at feeding time!
He released one hand from his lock on her head and half-turned his body on her chest. The bones of his ass ground into her ribs. His finger sought out the tiny opening between her separated legs and pushed its way in. The pain from the angle it approached was excruciating. Tracy screamed and in that moment of losing her guard, he swung back around and grabbed her open mouth, holding it open until the head of his prick was well within. Her eyes popped as she fought to get enough air through her nose. She had to swallow ... it was the only way. Every time she gulped, he shoved another inch into her wide-stretched mouth until about five inches disappeared through the oval-shaped lips. There was absolutely nothing Tracy could do! His body pinned her to the floor and the ropes did the rest for him. He pumped at leisure. Hard, jabbing thrusts, then soft, playful ones. The crowd grew tense as minute after minute passed and still he showed no signs of going off. He became a one-man show and enjoyed every rapt minute of it. Once he stopped pumping completely and folded his arms across his chest in a gesture depicting a siesta position. He let his eye-lids droop heavily over his big, round eyes. This brought a ripple of amusement to his captive audience. He smiled back in return.
Tracy was paralyzed with pain and fear! She tried to swallow and make room for air to pass the monstrous prick but it was so big! He wormed in a little deeper each time she attempted. Without warning of any kind, the African let out a hideous whoop and resumed bucking mightily. She felt the bulb expand until she thought her jowls were breaking. The smell of him was overpowering. The sounds of the men around the cell, panting, was like a hissing accusation of her sin. She shuddered her last bit of strength away. The fluid jerked out of the black man and trickled down her pale white throat. Her degradation was nearly complete . . . nearly, but not yet over.
Kayser cleared the room out and ordered the other three girls brought back in. Sal hosed them down and left them in the darkness, alone, frightened, hurt and lost to the world of normality forever.
Hours later they woke with a start as a flash of light hit the wall opposite their cell. Someone had slipped in and set up the projector and sound equipment.
They rubbed their eyes in a dazed manner and tried to focus on the wall-screen.
Over and over the films of their abortions ripped out across the gray bricks of the wall . . . the sounds did not match the pictures. They were the sounds of the girls in different predicaments, reacting to their humiliations in varied ways. No one spoke or made excuses . . . they just sat, frozen and watched helplessly. Stills were shown of young, smiling mothers with small babes in the park. There were stills of their families. These brought an onslaught of tears and laments from everyone but Shelley. She remained mute and motionless through the whole night.
Tracy was afraid and ashamed to look at her. She had received the largest portion of the African's lust and it left its mark.
When the screen went black at last, Tracy curled up and tried to blot out thought and memory. It was no use. The stills of her father were pressed into her mind much too vividly. She wondered where he was and what he was thinking about his run-away daughter right now. How would he react if he knew where he could find her and what was happening to her? Would he help? She doubted it. She didn't deserve help. This was her just punishment . . . she was resigned to that. God had whispered to the devil to make her pay for killing that poor little unborn baby and she was paying with her soul.
Chapter Seven
The following week was one of sheer torment. The girls did not speak to one another anymore. Their own shame was heavy upon each of them. Their eyes revealed their compassion, but words no longer entered the cell. It had become a place of silent death; death of their young hopes and dreams, death of their morals and behavior.
Every day, men were let into them and they were used in all the horrible, degrading ways that man has devised.
Only Tracy had been singled out for a lesser degree of use than the others. Poor Shelley was the worst-treated of them all Her face remained a total blank through every encounter but her body went wild in its frenzy for satisfaction. The men fucked her until she no longer walked but crawled around on all fours like an animal. They made her lick their pricks like a dog and then they pinned her beneath them while one fucked her cunt and the other her mouth. Often there was a third man involved, jabbing her defenseless ass with his finger. She didn't care! She never spoke but there had come a new sound to her, a sound of wild grunts and groans which she employed for all uses. One never knew if she wanted food, relief for her bladder or a man. The sounds were all alike and without any expression.
After several days and nights without rest or time to think, Nancy and Mary lost their battle for morality.
Often, Tracy watched in horror as they fought over any man that came into their cell. Both girls carried the marks of their encounters. Long, deep scratches jutted pathways across their flesh and the imprints of teeth were on both bodies.
Tracy couldn't understand why she alone, had not been too badly molested by the men. None of them had done it to her ass like they did to the other girls and few of them had actually fucked her cunt. Mostly she was used as an oral receptacle for their bursts of cum. They seemed content to force her to submit to eating them but this sickened Tracy almost as much as being screwed would have. She didn't have to taste the foul juice when they used her cunt.
Kayser came down into their hole often and watched the displays but never joined them. He looked hungrily at Tracy each time. She knew that he would, one day again, take her to his chambers. Her memory served her well of her first two trips to them. She tried not to think of it happening again.
One morning after Sal hosed them down. Tommy and Moe came after the others. She was frightened as she saw them being led away. The fear of being alone again swept through her and she cried for hours. Perhaps the tears were for all of them, she didn't know but she had a lost, sinking feeling that every hope was gone. She didn't know where they were being taken or why. Sal turned deaf ears to her questions and went about her tasks as though Tracy did not exist.
Lunch arrived. Tracy stared at it in bewilderment. In the place of the usual, substantial meal was one glass of milk. It looked like milk. Her eyes searched Sal's face for some explanation but the old woman grinned evilly and walked away.
She had no reason to fear the food. It had always been palatable though she had not always been able to eat it. She shrugged indifferently and downed the glass of fluid without another thought It tasted a little bitter but not bad as she was hungry. Eating was the only pleasure these girls had. Having it denied her made her restless and she paced about the cell fighting the gnawing boredom of her existence. Kayser allowed thirty minutes for the drug to take a hold, then he sent Moe after her.
The black man was shocked to feel her rush into his arms, pressing her body to his as she did. His pecker hardened immediately and he pushed her away from him. He was sent to fetch her, not fuck her. What the hell had gotten into her anyway? This was the one bitch in Kayser's stables that still had not given way under the pressures of passion.
She lunged at him trying to grab his dick right through his pants. Moe stepped back and looked at her in amazement. She must have gone mad! She was crying and screaming at him to fuck her ... He stepped out of the cell and locked it quickly behind him.
Kayser could not help laughing at the expression on his face as he rushed into the room, panting and trying to tell him what happened downstairs. He sent him back, this time with Tommy to help him.
Tracy was at the bars, fighting for freedom the moment she saw them.
"Get me out of here . . . fuck me ... get me out and fuck me. Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, my God, someone pleeease ... oh, you black bastards ... do it to me . . . help me . . ." She grabbed herself between the slender thighs and bowled over as if her stomach was charged with pain.
The two men finally grabbed her securely and carried her back up to Kayser. He was ready for her. They placed her at his feet on the floor and backed out, staring, big-eyed at the action already starting to take place in the room. Tracy was on her feet instantly and climbing and clamoring all over Kayser. He slapped her away but she was right back for more.
The drug was working a little too well, he thought. Perhaps he had given her an over-dose. She tripped him and he fell backward across the bed. Tracy was all over him, sucking, biting, mumbling for attention. She tried to force his prick into her mouth but he stopped her.
"Not yet you crazy bitch! Do you want to be fucked? Do you? . . . Very well ... lie down and stop all this nonsense!" Tracy rolled over and spread herself far apart with her fingers. She slipped one of them inside trying to fulfill this maddening longing to be filled up. She no longer cared how it happened . . . just that it happened and she needed a prick, now!
"Do it, do it, do it, ooohh, screw me, fuck me ... someone do it... hurry, oh, hurry ..."
Kayser mounted her and started to guide his staff into the open, inviting cunt but she shoved his hand away and grabbed the organ like it was treasured gold. She squirmed beneath him and arched up to meet the thrust she had helped induce. It popped into her and began sinking, sinking to the bottom of her fiery pit. Her screams were of pleasure, not pain, but only by looking at her face could one tell this.
Kayser bucked. They rolled together, going off the side of the bed and landing in a heap beside it. Neither of them seemed to care. The floor provided an even larger playground! He was on top! She was! Him again! They rolled, tensed, bucked, hunched, rolled some more. Finally Kayser couldn't stand it any longer. He exploded long, hot spurts into her belly and fell from her exhausted. Tracy was still writhing where he left her, crying for more.
"Don't stop . . . don't quit you son-of-a-bitch! I need more! You dirty bastard . . . fuck me!" She crawled over to him and found his tool soft and mushy.
"Goddamn you! I'll fix it, Kayser, I'll fix it!" Her mouth closed over his prick and she sucked so hard he thought his guts would come spurting out through the head of it. To his astonishment, his prick hardened again. It responded so rapidly he hardly realized it had been soft moments ago. She was still sucking and wouldn't let go. Her body crawled over his, awakening new desires in his groin. He wanted to fuck her ass but her mouth held him in bondage. She was getting the upper hand and he was helpless to do anything about it. She drew long on the flooding prick and he sank back, completely spent. When the last drops had been nursed out of him he saw her looking frantically around the room.
"Send me a man, Kayser, send me more men ... I have to have it ... I need it ... get me a prick, Kayser. Let me have yours . . . ohhh. Do something!" She was rocking her body back and forth on the floor.
He reached up and grabbed the bedpost for support. She had gone mad! He yelled at Tommy and Moe who appeared too quickly. "They must have been right outside the door, the bastards!" he thought.
He looked at them helplessly and then at her. She was rolling around on the floor trying to jab her finger in her cunt and buck against it.
"I gave her too much . . . screw her ... do something . . . help me settle her down before she kills me!" Tommy dropped his pants without a word and dropped down on the girl. She welcomed him without even opening her eyes. Her arms and legs wrapped around him so tightly he found it difficult to gain the entrance she was in such a hurry for. Moe assisted by untangling her legs to give him the room he needed. He backed away far enough to grasp his cock and guide it into the circle of her cunt. She pulled him back to her, groaning with pleasure as the hard, black prick sank deeper and deeper into her channel.
His hands roamed the surfaces of her that he could reach. He wished she wasn't so goddamn hot! Man was meant to be the aggressor, not woman! Part of the pleasure and thrill was erased without that challenge!
The soft, yielding flesh beneath him spurred him into a quick climax. He cursed himself for his lack of control. Tracy was still thrashing under him, searching for her own release.
"Damn you . . . damn you . . . keep fucking . . . aggghh!" He rolled off her, sick that she had made such an ass of him in front of the two watching men.
Moe was ready to take his place. He knelt between the girl's legs and lowered his face to her churning pussy. The moment she felt the heat of his breath fog in over her slit, she tensed and waited. She knew what he could do for her if he just would!
His hands reached under her buttocks and lifted them high to meet his tongue. Tracy squealed with delight. She crammed herself even closer to his eager mouth! They rolled and squirmed all over the plush carpeting. Moe turned so that his cock was within the reach of her panting mouth. She grabbed it, wasting no time guiding it to her lips. They locked in the position of mutual, oral stimulation.
Tommy and Kayser watched, each deep in thoughts of his own. The couple seemed like flashes of black and white, tossing about at their feet. Great, slurping noises filled the room, then the moment's silence before the crescendo was reached. Moe's tongue was lost in the depths of her slit, gathering every last ounce of juice from her young, white body. Tracy gulped down the thick hot-white cream and kept hunching against Moe's mouth. He had to force her legs apart to leave her cunt for air. His face was sopping wet with a mingling of sweat and cum but there was a smile of triumph as he emerged from the captive valley.
He started to crawl away when her voice stopped him.
"Don't go ... not yet ... not yet! Fuck me ... fill me . . . come back . . . oooooohh . . ." Her body was on fire. Nothing seemed to quench its need for a man! Moe turned around, still on all fours and went back to the girl. He ravished her body with long, hot kisses and sharp bites along the flesh of her globes. Her legs were kicking wildly behind him, begging him with their movements to move in on her. He used one hand to strip himself while the other went to her cunt to pacify her until he felt his prick come to life again.
"Turn over and kneel, bitch!" Moe commanded. The girl hastened to obey, not knowing, not caring what he was going to do. She needed it all, anything he could do, everything!
Just for a moment did she remember the other Tracy, the Tracy that despised these men and all they stood for. The picture of that girl slipped in and then out of her mind quickly, leaving it blank to anything but fulfillment.
"I-said, kneel, bitch! Raise that ass high!" Moe goaded her.
His handsome, dark face was a stage for the play of expressions that passed over it. He watched the smooth, white ass rise up to meet whatever glory he might choose to provide. His crooked smile reflected a trace of hate, a spot of triumph over racism. As her creamy mounds swayed crazily just inches from his jutting rod, those expressions fled. They were replaced by a raw look of lust. Man taking woman! Color didn't matter . . . not to her, not to him!
He reached down and parted the twin mounds, revealing the tight, shivering opening. His prick pressed against it lightly, testily. He put one hand to his mouth and covered it with saliva. He rubbed it over the head of his proud instrument and around her asshole. There was no time for more elaborate means of lubrication. She was screaming to be fucked and he was panting to do just that! This time he guided the tip of his dick to the hungry brownish opening and without a tease of moment's play, shoved against it until the head disappeared into her rectum.
Tracy was caught off guard by this act. She had expected him to enter her vagina from the rear like so many of the men did. The pain of having her ass molested in such a fashion, ripped away part of the passion jerking through her body. She tried to flatten out and rid herself of the loathesome load. He jerked her back up against his body and held her there.
"You need fucking? I'll fuck you . . . my way . . ." he growled out to her as she let go with a withering cry.
Waves of pain flooded over her. She thought if he thrust one more time she would die and then, strangely, the thrusts seemed less painful. Her body began to relax and reverse its action. It was filling her! The mere idea of what he was doing to her ass made her wiggle with pleasure now. She tried to match his hunches and ride with him as she felt him growing and growing inside. The spurts of cum felt different than they did when they shot into her cunt. It seemed to be going straight up the backside of her body and reached into every crevice along the way. She wailed in shocked delight, then remembered that she had not yet released her own pent-up flow of passion. The meat was becoming smaller and smaller. Tracy felt it slip out of her and she turned quickly to wrap her legs around him.
"Please . . . more, more, do it more ... do it here ..." she grabbed his hand and took it to her feathery cunt.
He slipped his finger into the open treasure and played around it but he knew his limitations and they had already reached them. She would be this way the rest of the night. It was hopeless to try to keep up with her. "Stupid, greedy Kayser! Too much stimulant ... will he never learn?"
Tracy clamored after him on her hands and knees as he got up and reached for his trousers. She wrapped her slender fingers around his ankle and tried to pull herself up but he shook her off like a dog.
Kayser shook his head in dismay.
"God, what'll I do? I didn't know that stuff worked like that! She's going crazy for it! Look at her!"
Tracy was on her belly with her hands balled up under the base of her crotch, humping against them and moaning incoherently.
"Better take her down to the boys . . . that's all you can do now, boss. It'll wear off but until it does, she has to have it or it'll rip her mind!"
Kayser deliberated briefly. If ever there was a chance to make money, this was it and he couldn't let it slip by even if it wasn't in his original plans.
"How long do yon think it will last?" He asked his two, long-time, associates.
Tommy eyed the girl carefully, "I'd say at least another ten hours or so ... how much did you give her?"
"I'm not sure, I just loaded her milk and didn't send any dinner down with it."
Moe sucked in his breath. "Whew! If she hasn't eaten it's no telling how long it will go on. One thing for sure, no one man can satisfy her now . . . she'd kill him!"
Kayser beckoned them to follow as he went into his study. Tommy turned and locked the bedroom door, leaving Tracy on the floor, oblivious to their departure. She was in another world, frantically searching for relief to the terrible, uncontrollable hunger between her legs. There was no reasoning left in her now, just lust. Later perhaps she would ponder what had happened to her. Later perhaps, she could blame her lewdness on the need to repent . . . perhaps.
Kayser grabbed a phone and told the other two to get busy too. "Call all the buyers . . . we'll give them a sneak preview of the stock ... at least of our prize stock! She'll give them a show they haven't seen in a long time."
Moe looked at him quizzically. This was not the usual manner Kayser conducted his business. His look brought further explanation.
"I'm going to build her up and then let her prove it ... every word I tell them will be backed by action. Instead of quoting a price and letting a few of them argue over it, they can all watch the bitch, then place private bids." His face wore the smug look of a sly fox. His mind danced around this new conception in selling his merchandise. If it worked as well as he thought it would, he just might adopt the plan for all future sales.
The phones were busy for an hour, contacting the prospective buyers and setting up the game.
Kayser ran back and forth between his study and the bedroom to keep assuring himself that Tracy was still in the proper frame of mind. His air of eager anticipation was contagious. Soon the other two saw the grand possibilities of the afternoon ahead.
"We'll take her to Sal but you guys will have to help her. She won't be able to handle the girl in that condition. Get her cleaned up and bring her down to the display room. I'll have Frank and some of the others move the platform out and bring in a bed and ropes." He flew out of the room to execute his portion of the plans, leaving the two smiling black men to handle Tracy. There was a chore neither of them minded. Moe had found his second wind and was ready to screw her again; with Kayser so busy, there would be no interference. They went into the bedroom, both with the same idea in mind.
Tracy looked up from the floor when they entered and scrambled to them, still on all fours.
"Hurry ... hurry . . . fuck me you black bastards! Eat me, fill me, fuck me! ... Hurry!"
Moe swooped down on her, still naked from the first time. Her legs splayed out wildly as he asserted himself. Tommy intervened.
"Eat her first while I pump my cock in her mouth ... we can fuck her afterward."
Obediently, gladly, Moe ducked his head down to the valley of her meat and sank his tongue into the delicious flesh. Tommy mounted her majestic globes, giving them a good grabbing before he shoved his dick into the open, ready mouth. Tracy was in her glory! The tongue was like a hot poker, licking, caressing, teasing her into a state of complete and utter abandonment. She put her hands up to the rod in her mouth and felt the tightness of her lips around its hardness. This pleasured her immensely, for the first time! Her own tongue moved to tantalize and tempt the master of the rod into even more frenzied action. He bucked hard against her face, moaning with the fire-hot ecstasy that coursed through his groin.
They moved together in unison, all three of them. Moe grasped her buttocks in one hand and his prick in the other. He stripped it till the head of it ached to jerk into action. Careful control allowed him to maintain it for later. He wouldn't be dropping any loads on the floor as long as this hot bitch beneath his tongue was ready and willing to take it anywhere. He longed to shove it in her ass and knew he would, as soon as Tommy filled her cheeks with a mushrooming explosion. The small, throbbing, quivering clit tingled under the sucking he was giving it! He felt her body tense and then release! Her juices flooded down to meet the saliva dripping from his mouth just as Tommy groaned at his own freedom. He fell across her face letting her nurse the milk-like substance from his trembling rod. Moe gobbled up the last droplets of her honey, then urged the other man to move off and help turn her over.
He grabbed her hips and brought them up to meet the hot red bulb he forced into the tight opening.
Tracy screamed with sudden pain and then melted against his flesh in a surging effort to keep up with his bucks.
The skin around her anus moved begrudgingly inward and outward around the huge poker in her ass. Moe smiled down on the spectacle and then lunged forward with a grunt of tormented relief. His sperm flashed and flooded through the young girl's bowels, sending rockets of steaming passion throughout her body.
"Ohhhh, don't quit . . . don't stop . . . don't ever stop fucking me like this ... do it ... do it again . . . more . . ."
Moe fell back from her and looked at Tommy with a wink. She had convinced them that the plans for the afternoon would work well. They reached to gather her up and bundle her off to Sal for a clean-up job.
Tracy squirmed and writhed in their arms, cursing their inadequacies all the way down the corridors. Doors opened along the hallway to see what the commotion was about and then closed again on smiling faces. No one knew or cared what had happened to the bitch. She was screaming for cock and that was music in this place.
Sal rushed around preparing things for the clean-up job. The two men held the girl while a tub was filled with hot, soapy water. They had to hold her while Sal scrubbed her down. Tracy cursed them all and splashed more water out of the tub than was left in when she was finished. The bath wore Sal out, but when Tommy and Moe removed the fighting girl, she was sweet-smelling and clean once more. Her hair was in tangles, streaming down her wet face. Tommy pinned her arms behind her back while the other two worked on her with brushes. When they finished, her hair was lying in long, deep waves down her nude, slender back. She looked ravishingly beautiful. Her innocent face was contorted in the pain of need but her strength was still as visible as before, as she continued fighting them. She tried to lay down and tumble one of the men over with her and nearly succeeded twice. Sal shook her head in near disbelief of what her eyes told her was so. The girl had to be doped! She knew these bitches well, this one would never act in such a manner on her own! She hoped Kayser knew what he was doing.
She was still shaking her head as she watched the two men pull the girl out of the room and disappear.
The display room was ready when they arrived with their precious cargo of human flesh. Kayser directed them to lay her on her back and tie her hands above her head to the bed. Once this was accomplished and approved, they all left to get some lunch before the business of the day came to a head.
The buyers started arriving while they were still at lunch. They were directed, by Kayser's shrewd orders, to wait in the game room until he could join them. Their eagerness for his surprise would only be that much greater after they cooled their heels awhile.
Before he joined them, he made rounds of his staff, singling out various, well-endowed men to put his plan into action. They were instructed to wait near the door of the display room until he called them.
Tommy and Moe flanked him as he entered the game room and greeted his guests.
Thompson, one of his best buyers walked up and patted him on the back.
"Well, well, Kayser. I must say this was a surprise ... I hadn't expected to see you until the auction next week. What's up, old pal!" He tried to remain calm but his curiousity betrayed him in expression.
Kayser held up his hand for silence as the others joined Thompson in their inquiries as to what this was all about.
"If you'll all be seated a moment, I'll explain. Then, if you are willing, I will lend you visible proof of my words."
They mumbled a little and sat down anxiously.
Kayser had rehearsed carefully the words he wanted to use and they flowed forth from his cunning lips now like a flood of ad libs.
"I have some very special girls for you at this time, at the auction, very special. Most beautiful! You will find them far beyond your expectations ... but I have one bitch ..." he paused and wet his lips, sighing deeply to accentuate his words. "I have one bitch, that is so fantastic, I wanted you to get a preview of her before buying time. You may need the extra time for careful price consideration. You see, this one, will be sold on the basis of private bids only! Today you may view her, try her if you wish. Today you may judge for yourself what kind of a price you can get for her overseas. There will be no open discussion of price or worth . . . this, you must decide for yourself. I will not take any bids today, of course, but tomorrow morning I will be receiving your offers, in writing . . . Come, enough talk! Let's go see her!"
The men rose and looked at one another blankly. This was the first time Kayser had pulled this! What did he have down there, a golden Venus with four pussies? They were anxious to view this bitch, much more so than they would have been had it been handled in the usual manner.
Tracy's face was streaked with tears of frustration. It added immensely to her look of untouched innocence.
An hour had passed and she had not been able to as much as touch herself to gain relief. Her arms were showing small traces of blood around the ropes where she had fought to free herself. The buyers thought the marks were evidence of her hatred for lust, her efforts to avoid it.
They seated themselves on the luxurious lounging chairs that had been placed around the bed for this purpose and waited to see what Kayser had in mind. Not a one of them could remember ever seeing a girl as beautiful or voluptuous. She was-exquisite! Every feature was a little more than perfect, a little less than classic. Her long, slender legs curved upward from her slim ankles graciously over a smooth calf and then columned into well-developed thighs that met in the grove of soft, downy hair between her legs. She tossed and turned on the bed giving them glimpses into the well, hidden in the parting. The twin peaks of her breasts were topped delicately with pink, bud-like nipples, tight and drawn now in her need.
Several of the-men had already unzipped their trousers and were stroking their pricks with longing.
Kayser looked around the room and was well-pleased with the effects so far. He motioned to Moe, who stood at the door, ready to usher in Tracy's first savior.
She opened her eyes when she heard the man moving toward her. Her vision was blurred by a lusty glaze but she sensed his presence meant relief for her. Her legs splayed open to receive him but he did not go directly between them. This was the first time Hugo had had the pleasure of seeing this bitch that had been kept under wraps. He did not touch the bed but moved around it slowly, eyeing the lovely creature he was about to impale to the bed. Her eyes followed him until finally she could stand no more teasing.
Her audience started at her words and then smiled knowingly among themselves. The bitch was doped and they were, indeed, in for a good showing of her talents!
"Get down here and feed me your cock you bastard! You do have a cock don't you?" Her voice was edged with mock sarcasm. "I see a cock hanging there . . . doesn't it work? . . . OOOOHHHHhhhhh . . . shit! Stop pacing around this bed and fuck me . . . fuck me now . . . hurry . . . feed me your prick, feed me!"
Hugo grinned and hoisted his black body onto the bed beside the screaming slut.
There were so many juicy openings, he didn't know which one to take first. He climbed on her belly and grabbed handfuls of the fleshy mounds of tits. His prick snaked out between them. He rode her body back and forth folding the globes over it until the head looked as though it would burst.
"Put it in me, you lousy African . . . fuck me with it!"
There was no shock on her face as she heard her own voice cry out such obscenities ... there was no time nor room for shock now. Her body was alive with the fire consuming it.
Hugo dallied a moment longer between her crests and then moved up to slip the ominous-looking prick deep into her mouth. She gulped it down into her throat and squirmed beneath his body until he had to grab hold of the bedpost to keep his position. Her tongue was circling the staff and pressure from the suction she made sent chills up and down his spine. This bitch was something else! She didn't eat it ... she devoured it! He bucked against the wet mouth trying to take his manhood into her flesh and exploded long before he meant to. The great gushes of cum spilled out around her lips and dribbled down her chin. He jerked his pulsating rod out of her mouth and hastened to change positions before the starch left it.
He had to fuck her cunt! He had to! He had never had a bitch as hot as this one! He must utilize every available orifice! She separated her thighs to receive him and encircled his hips, pulling him into the hot slit.
His mouth fell heavily against her tit as he felt his prick slide in and out of the tight, contracting pussy below him. Tracy felt her nipple being sucked, along with a good portion of the rest of her tit, into his hot mouth. She screamed for him to fuck her harder as the thrill of his tongue brought the nipple into a tight ball of demand.
The crowd of spectators sat, entranced by the lovely vision before them. She was more than a match for the big, virile-looking man. They could see him tiring but not a trace of weariness was visible in the small female body returning hunch for hunch! Hugo grunted as the sperm jerked from his balls to seek exit into the elastic tube of her cunt. He rolled over, panting heavily but Moe had already gone to the door to bring in the next man. He wasted no time getting to the bed. Every sound had been audible through the door of the display room. The line-up of men out there waiting, were practically beside themselves in their desire to get in to whatever awaited them. It had to be good to warrant this special occasion.
He turned her over, cruelly ignoring the fact that in so doing, he was twisting her arms that were bound. He had to settle for a side position in the end as Kayser reprimanded him for his heedlessness of her bones. He crawled up behind her and separated her buttocks with quick, knowing hands. There was no preliminary warm-up. He shoved his short, fat dick into the small aperture and bounced in and out like a yo-yo. She yelled at him, cursed his roughness and then fell silent. The pressure inside her ass was thrilling in spite of the pain. He reached his hand to the front of her and entered her cunt with two fingers, moving them in harmony with his dick.
Tracy arched to meet his thrusts, crying loudly because his finger kept slipping away from the source of her climax. He spewed his load into her ass and rolled back, laughing with the delight of his relief.
Another man was called in, this time with a companion. They went to work on the jerking body simultaneously. When her mouth wasn't filled with cock, she screamed for someone to fill it and kept yelling that she wasn't being fucked enough.
"Bring some men in here ... get me a man ... a real man! I need a prick ... I need a fucker ... agghhh . . . ohhh . . . God, do it ... somebody do it ... fill me ... you mothers . . ."
Her language had all the characteristics of her many trainers. There, wasn't a word she didn't know and use whenever it suited her needs. The buyers grinned as they listened to the obscenities rolling from her soft, full lips. The foreign masters loved to hear these words though most of them didn't understand much English. They knew the calls to be calls of passion and it warmed their blood to fuck in tune to them.
Cum was streaming from Tracy's mouth and covering her body rapidly. Man after man came in to add his own cup of passion joy to the mess she was becoming.
Kayser could not get over the impact this was making on his customers. He knew it would only work with very special merchandise but none-the-less, it was an idea well worth developing for future use.
He rose and held his hand up to Moe as the last man left the bed.
"Wait! Perhaps there is some among you that would like to sample our little Love Flower..." His invitation hung in the air a moment before it was seized upon.
This was something new to the astonished men too. Always before, Kayser had charged them at least a hundred dollars apiece to sample the wares ... now he was offering it free.
He knew what they were thinking and let them think it. They would pay the price a dozen times over in the final bidding, the fools!
Several men rose at once to accept his offer and they crowded around the bed. Tracy smiled broadly.
"Now we're getting somewhere . . . come on ... come on ... all of you . . ."
Two of them descended upon .her, ravishing her drug-drenched body. The others stripped and spilled forth gobs of cum over her and the men on the bed. Cum was everywhere! Pricks were everywhere! Tracy floated completely out of control in this haven . . . she lost count or desire to count. They kept covering her and she kept enjoying it. Slowly the drug was ebbing but she was too exhausted to notice. The last thing she remembered was having a man's ass in her face with her tongue far up into his anus, licking and slobbering against his flesh.
She woke up a day and a half later, filthy, alone, shaking with cold in her cell. No one was around and no answers were forthcoming. What had happened to her? She remembered the orgy and her grotesque part in it. She shuddered at the thought of her horrible behavior - but she could think of no reason for it. All of a sudden she had become an animal in heat. Why?
Her body was sore and aching all over. She could hardly move. The tears tumbled down her cheeks in torrents. She had to get away from here! She must! Perhaps there would never be another time when she would not want sex. This was Tracy! This was the girl she really was, this girl that was still terrified of her situation. That other Tracy was a madwoman ... she must escape her too ... before it was too late!
Her mind ran in circles, then, strangely, she overcame the panic and looked around her. It was unbelievable! The cell door had been left ajar. They must have thought her beyond the desire to escape and became careless. She inched her way to the door slowly, cautiously. It might be a trap. She got to her feet as quietly as she could and took another check around to see if anyone was hiding, out of her sight. There was no one!
The door opened without a sound and she was, for the first time in many weeks, standing, alone, on the outside of captivity. If she could only make it out the door of the room and through one of the corridors without being seen! The fact that she was filthy and still completely nude was not a barrier to her. If she could just get out of this place and back into a saner world, she would worry about clothes later.
The door to the hall creaked open and she peeked out. She opened it a little more, sticking her head out, looking both ways quickly. There was not a soul out there but, which way should she go once out in that hall? She leaned against the inside of the door a moment, tried to pray for guidance. Then, she dashed out into the corridor and turned left.
Chapter Eight
The door to the outside entrance was down the corridor ... to the right!
Tracy slipped noiselessly through the wide hall, her heart pounding in her throat. She passed several closed doors. She held her breath for fear of them flying open. It was like walking through a maze. Every turn only lead her into another hall and another. She was exasperated as she made a final corner. She came face to face with Kayser. He was as stunned to see her as she was him. She turned and tried to run but he was quicker. His hand grabbed a hunk of hair and jerked her back.
Her screams brought many men to Kayser's aid. Within minutes, she was tied and bound to the bars of her cell awaiting the horrible punishment Kayser had promised just before he walked out of the block.
Hugo came in leading three huge dogs, male dogs, and turned them loose in the cell. Many of the men stayed to witness her ultimate disgrace.
The dogs, apparently trained in their desires, pounced upon her like she was a platter of horse-meat. They snarled and growled at one another in the efforts to lick and gnaw at her cunt. She screamed, beseeching someone to call them off but the only sounds she heard were those of sadistic laughter. At that moment, her degradation was complete. She knew she could never go back into the sane and somber world now. No one would have her! She would never be able to lift her eyes to another human being in anything but humiliation. She would never be able to lift her heart to the heavens in search of answers to her prayers. She would never be able to lift her voice in joyous song and praise of HIM. It was over. HE was demanding the price of life-long repentance. She must meet it! She had killed!
The dogs lapped and licked at her genitals until finally, defeated, she sagged against her confinements and thought only of their long, slick tongues. The old trembling came back to her debased body and she felt her thunderous reaction bolt through her groin... Now, even dogs! ...
Chapter Nine
The day of the auction, Kayser was smiling like no one had ever seen him smile before. He had all the bids in for Tracy and was astounded at the results. The highest bid had come from Thompson who offered a slick ten grand! It was the largest sum he had ever extracted for one of his girls! A whole new way of operating his kennels was formulating in his greedy brain. He walked out into the auction gardens, looking over his stock and talking with the prospective buyers. From time to time, he looked up to the special platform he had built in the middle of the arena. Tracy was staked out up there, stark naked, beautiful and terror-stricken. Around her neck was a big tag that read, SOLD! $10,000.
Everyone's eyes went up to the girl as they entered the gardens and then a rumble of conversation whirled about the place.
One by one, the other girls were brought out to the lower platform and forced into every obscene act with anyone that cared to use her. Tracy stared down, from her vantage point and wished she could still pray. If not for herself, then for those poor girls down there.
One man led a mule into the arena and up onto the platform. He tried for over an hour to get the animal nested in the girl's cunt but she had gone out of her mind with fear and her shouts were offensive to the tired-looking beast. The man, outraged at his failure had stepped down, shouting obscenities at the girl.
Kayser, all the while, stalked through his domain like a hungry vulture. Bids met his ears and he considered them before he moved on to the next customer. The whole day was spent in such a manner. Tracy saw so much horror going on below, she was almost glad she had been used with drugs and sold privately.
At dusk, the sales were completed and she was brought down to be turned over to her new owner.
He was a tall, thin man with such a look of crudeness and cruelty that Tracy trembled as she viewed him from beneath her long thick lashes. There would be trouble ahead, she knew.
He hustled her away, still naked, to his private car and that was her last look at anything in the United States. He made her drink something as soon as they got into the vehicle and it knocked her out immediately.
She awoke a day later, felt a swaying beneath her. A small porthole afforded her a view of ocean and an insight as to where she was.
The cabin door opened and Thompson entered.
"So, my expensive bitch, you have finally come back to us, uh?"
She backed into the corner but she knew it was useless even as she did so. He signaled for someone waiting in the passageway. A waiter came in, balancing a tray of food.
"Set it down there and leave us. I'll call you when she is finished . . . bring two more to assist when you come back."
The porter vanished and she was left alone with her master.
"Sit down and eat! You have a busy day, in fact, a busy week ahead of you. Eat!"
He watched as she took each forkful into her mouth. It was loaded with a costly drug, the one purchased from Kayser to induce the splendid results he observed in the display room the day he knew he must have her.
She had not finished the food before the drug began to take effect. He saw her eyes go a little glassy and then the tremors that rippled through her body. He reached over, to remove the light robe from her shoulders and licked his lips as he viewed her loveliness.
They were on the bed within a minute. Tracy crying out again for the attentions her body demanded when under the influence of the drug. Thompson fucked her for hours. He screwed her mouth, her throat, her huge gorgeous globes; he went down on her and drank the dew of her youthful body. He turned her over and punctured her ass with his long, hard prick then, having reached glory there several times, concluded his lusts by impaling her on the narrow bed by way of her cunt. She jerked-and squirmed, fulfilling his every demand even before he demanded. When Thompson recovered, he rang for the porters and ducked out of their way while they lifted the thrashing, screaming, cursing girl away to the recreation room.
This trip was chartered. The only passengers aboard were explicitly because Tracy was aboard. They had been promised, for a price, the thrill of their lives and they hurried now to the recreation room to collect it.
The orgy went on for days upon end. Whenever Tracy showed signs of weariness or the drug wearing off, a halt was called only long enough to get some food down her and let her sleep at hour intervals. As long as they fed her the drug, she showed no signs of anything resembling objections. The small craft echoed across the ocean with her loud and lusty demands for more and more cock.
Two days before the journey's end, Thompson called it quits on all activities. Everyone had had more than their money's worth he explained. He needed time to shape her up for the foreign auction garden.
By the time the ship docked at Panama, Tracy was crawling around like an animal. Her need for the drug had almost diminished. The only words she knew and used were the ones hammered into her brain by the miles of misfortune.
Thompson led her around proudly at the end of a leash on market day, nodding his agreement with the wicked smiles on the faces of the foreign buyers. He had made his ten thousand back on the journey over. Anything now would be pure profit.
Several rich Spaniards approached him before the auction began, to place private bids but he shook his head. This bitch was made for display. Once they saw her in action, the price would soar. Her beauty would only be enhanced to men like these, by the experiences of her body. Her long hair shone in the sunlight as she was led up to the platform. He put her through every stance dreamed of by man to show off her qualities. She eagerly obeyed crying, "Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . . Oh yes, help me . . . screw me ... feed me cock ... I killed, I killed ... fuck me!"
"Ten, do I hear twenty," he said with a smirk on his face.
