She worked her way down over his thighs, his calves and his feet. After she ran her tongue over the base of each foot, he turned over. She began her climb up the back of his legs to his buttocks. They were tattooed in a small fish-scale design which looked very Japanese. She worked her tongue around each buttock, covering it with the slick saliva which poured from her mouth. Then she straddled his body and ran her tongue from his ass up the complete breadth of his back, going back and forth over the indentation of the spine.
CHAPTER I
The alarm clock went off, filling the room with a harsh sound. Susanna rolled over to turn it off, blinking at the orange sunshine that poured through her window, then turned over again and buried her face in the pillow. Her short cotton nightgown had eased up past her waist during the night. She rubbed her bare pelvis and legs against the smoothness of the worn sheets. As usual, she felt very sensual.
She ran exploring fingertips over her young body. The nightgown was discarded and thrown to the floor. Susanna's nipples ached with desire, and she pinched them until they hurt, cupping a whole breast in either hand. She ran the palms of her hands over the tips of her nipples until they became completely erect.
"I wish I could bite my own nipples," she said aloud. "Oh, I want a man to kiss them ... and touch ... them-a man to ... squeeze them!"
She ran her hands down over the soft flesh of her stomach; her fingertips brushed her soft blonde pubic hair. Then she clasped her hands together, prayer-like, and parted her thighs. She arched her pelvis and pressing her hands under her buttocks, fondled them. Her fingers explored the crevice of her ass and her soft pink ass-hole. Moving her hands upwards, she touched the pink lips of her cunt-it was wet ... dripping. She stuck her fingers in her wet slit and moved them around until they were coated with lubrication. Then she pulled them out, put them in her mouth and sucked on them. It was a paradox of tastes, a sweet yet salty tang.
She replaced her fingers within the soft inner flesh of her cunt and fingered her warm membranes, jabbing her fingers deeper and deeper, covering them with her dripping juices, then returning them to her mouth to lick them. Her fingers sought the nub of her clit and she squeezed it until it throbbed.
"Oooooh ... sweet!" she exclaimed loudly. Susanna dug her fingers in deeper, but they were not enough to satisfy her. Her hand groped over the top of the nightstand and found her hand mirror. She held it to her face and watched her beautiful features contort with pleasurable pain as she pinched her clit tightly between her fingers. Her burning eyes opened and closed; beads of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. She opened her generous mouth and ran her tongue back and forth over the mirror. She watched herself as she licked her glistening fingers. She ran her fingers across the mirror, leaving a slight smear, which she licked off. Her breath steamed the mirror and blurred her image. Rubbing the mirror against her pillow, she held it above her face, caressing her reflection with her eyes. She watched as one hand slid down her slender throat and clasped a smooth, firm breast. Moving the mirror lower, she watched her fingers toy with her nipples and pinch them until they turned the color of ripe berries. She enjoyed watching the reflection-it was as if someone else were there with her.
The handle of her mirror was pressed against her stomach. She moved it further down until it was enmeshed in the forest of her pubic hair. She pushed it through until the tip of the handle reached her cunt lips. She pulled out her own soaked fingers and spread her lips apart, tilting the mirror down to reflect her juicing hole. Her fingers stretched and pulled at her snatch as she examined herself closely. Clasping the top of the mirror with both of her hands, she pressed the handle into her cunt. It slid in, exciting her more than her fingers. She pushed deeper and a great pain surged through her body-her clit was burning up. Still she pushed downward, slamming it deep into her hot cunt. She held it still for a few moments until some of the pain subsided and then pushed it all the way in, only reflecting part of the mirror.
She lifted her head up from her pillow and watched her face as she began a slow, rhythmic fucking with the handle of the mirror. She groaned and tossed her head from side to side, splattering her pillow with her ash blonde hair. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from making too much noise. The handle was large, not so large as a man's cock, she thought, but for now it would do. Moving it from side to side, she rotated her hips in a circular motion, trying to determine in what direction the pressure would be most pleasurable.
She took one hand from the mirror and eased her fingers around her clit, which she squeezed tightly with each thrust of the mirror. Involuntarily her mouth flew open.
"Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" she cried. She licked her lips as she worked her way toward her onrushing climax.
Suddenly there was a noise at the door!
Susanna quickly pulled the mirror out of her clasping cunt and shoved it under her, there was no time to dress or even cover up.
Clay Welles kicked the door open.
"When the fuck are you gonna get your lazy butt up and get me some breakfast?" He stopped and stared at his nude daughter. Susanna lay still, not daring to move. Clay's entire brawny body, clad only in boxer shorts, turned red in anger.
"What's going on here, girl? What are you up to, huh?"
He rushed to the bed and aimed to hit her with his broad fist. Susanna rolled over quickly, revealing the mirror. Clay picked it up. The handle was still sticky. The veins on his forehead popped out and he sputtered, "Why, you lazy cunt! Lying up here diddling yourself! I'll teach ya!"
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her across the bed.
"Don't, Clay!" Susanna cried. He let go of her hair and grabbed her face, his thick lingers digging into her soft flesh. He brought her face close to his. She looked in terror at his deep-set eyes, which were blazing with anger. His nose flared and perspiration poured down from his thick black hair, over his unshaved cheeks. She could feel his hot breath on her face. She closed her eyes tightly.
"Please don't hurt me, Clay!"
"Hurt ya? I'll kill ya, girl!"
He savagely pushed her back on the bed. She fell on her side. He grabbed the soft flesh of her hip, his fingers digging in, and turned her over on her stomach. Her legs dangled over the side. Clay straddled her legs and held them tightly between his own muscular thighs. He took the hand mirror and held it in the air for a moment. The mirror caught the reflection of her quaking buttocks. Whoosh!
He brought the flat of it down across her ass with such force that she didn't even cry out; she was too stunned.
Whoosh!
Again it smacked across her bare ass. This time the pain rushed through her body and she cried out, "Aiiieeee! Don't!"
His face twisted into a slight grin as he hit her again. She struggled, and as she did her legs went higher and pressed between his thighs. She could feel the heaviness of his cock and balls against the back of her knees. She began to sob almost noiselessly into the bedcovers as he continued beating her. With each stroke her legs rubbed against his cock and balls with more intensity, and Clay began to get hard. His swollen cockhead forced its way out of his boxer shorts and stood throbbing, the end glistening with juice.
He increased the tempo of his beating and little by little, Susanna began to be soothed by the hot pain streaming through her body from her buttocks. He started moving her legs in a back-and-forth motion. She found that if she begged him to stop, he beat her with more intensity.
"Please! Please! I can't stand ... the ... Oh, God ... please ... Clay! Stop!"
The increased slaps of the hand mirror sent a delicious, sensual agony throbbing through her cunt.
"Please stop. ... Pleeeeeaaaassseee!! ! "
He grunted. With his free hand, he grabbed his throbbing cock and began to jerk it off in the same rhythm that he was beating his daughter. His body shook and he shot his load. Heavy rivulets of his cream splashed across her bare back and buttocks.
When he finished cuming, he stopped hitting her and threw the mirror across the room where it crashed against the wall. He then turned from the bed, releasing her legs, and rushed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Susanna lay still for a moment and then began rubbing her pelvis against the sheets. She couldn't stop now! She undulated on the bed. Stretching one hand behind her back, she ran the palm of it through the stickiness of Clay's cum. She coated her hand with it and as her climax began pouring from her, she placed her palm under her face, buried her mouth in it and licked.
Her cunt exploded. She sucked at the air for breath and listened to the pound of her heart until the maddening beat subsided. She lay quite still on the bed. She could hear Clay in the kitchen. She didn't dare go out. She stayed quiet until she heard him leave the house and then got up and went into the bathroom to run a shower. She turned and examined herself in the mirror. Her ass was swollen from the beating and wa s bright red. Some of the cum remaining on her back had begun to dry, leaving slight patches of white on her body.
Susanna, an only child, was reluctant to enter this world. After twenty-eight hours of painful labor, she finally emerged from the womb ... and her mother died. Her father was shaken up and for the first two weeks refused to see his child. Finally, he had to take his daughter home; there was nobody else to take her. He hired a farm woman to look after her as she grew up.
Clay Welles was a traveling man. He moved around through Pennsylvania, West Virginia and Ohio, doing everything from coal mining to logging to steel milling ... with lots of drinking and whoring on the side. As a young man he was a striking figure-healthy, well-built, and although even his best friends could not say in all honesty that he was handsome, he possessed a rough, open face. But his own bitterness through the years had changed him. He was still healthy and even more huskily built, but his face had become a mask of hate. His deep-set blue eyes had become hard and unreflective. His broken, off-center nose was no longer an attractive flaw, but a symbol of brutality. His aggressive jaw now jutted forward in anger-anger at the world ... death ... his daughter.
When Susanna was twelve years old, Clay Welles returned home to stay. He fired the woman who had been taking care of her and Susanna soon learned to care for herself. He ignored his beautiful little girl and never called her by her rightful name, but always just "girl." She was taught to call him Clay, not father.
Clay supported them meagerly by working only when he felt like it. As a miner, doing odd jobs, sometimes cutting timber from their farm land to sell. He never replanted the trees he cut down.
He drank more than ever and even seemed to lose interest in women. His main amusement was making Susanna's life unbearable. They lived out of town quite a distance and she had no friends of her own age to confide in. She managed the house, doing all the cooking and cleaning. Clay even begrudged her time in school and the money spent on clothing, books and lunches.
Finally, one late afternoon when he was very drunk he stood waiting for the schoolbus that brought her home. From the bus, Susanna saw him standing by the mailbox. She could see that he was extremely drunk. She was humiliated. The bus stopped but she sat without moving until someone called out sarcastically, "Hey, Susanna! Isn't this where you get off? Why there's your old man, come down to meet you."
With her head bowed, Susanna made her way up the aisle of giggling youngsters and got off the bus.
Clay staggered to the door and shouted to the driver, "Don't stop here anymore! The girl ain't going to school no more!"
The door closed and the bus rambled on down the road. Susanna stood clutching her school books in her arms, tears overflowing her eyes. Clay grabbed the books from her and threw them far into a pasture.
She looked at him evenly and said, "I hate you, Clay!"
He tore a switch from a tree and beat her all the way back to the house. The pain stung her back and legs horribly, but Susanna refused to run.
When they got back to the house, Clay flopped down at the table and poured himself a drink, demanding dinner. Susanna humbly cooked his meal and went to her room.
Their life continued in the same pattern-daily humiliations, spiteful looks, disparaging remarks. Susanna retreated into a world of fantasy ... and sex. She discovered that only her body gave her pleasure.
She began masturbating the night she was taken out of school and continued steadily until the morning she was caught by her father.
As she showered Susanna thought of Clay and the past few years that they had lived together in the same house. She hated him for abusing her, but at the same time she was drawn to his brutal masculinity.
The water stung her sore buttocks. She gently soaked them and adjusted the water temperature until it ran more coolly. After her shower she wrapped a towel around her long ash blonde hair; put on a cheap dress that she had grown out of and went into the kitchen.
Clay had fixed his own breakfast and had, as usual, left the kitchen in a mess. She started picking up after him, placing the skillet in the sink, tossing the egg shells in the garbage, wiping up the spilled coffee. In the corner near the washing machine she saw a pile of his dirty clothing. Atop the pile were the boxer shorts that he had been wearing that morning. She picked them up and mashed them against her face, smelling the strong masculine aroma that permeated them. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have her face between a man's legs, touching him with her mouth, licking his cock and balls and pubic hair. She examined the shorts. Inside was a short wiry black hair. Without knowing why she placed it on the tip of her tongue and tried to taste it.
Nothing. ... She spit it out and tossed the shorts back on top of the pile of soiled garments.
After she had finished straightening up the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee and had a cold biscuit with honey. She sat, wondering what a normal life might be like for girls her own age.
Her father never spoke to her about the incident again and their life style returned to its former pattern ... for a while.
One afternoon, several weeks later, Susanna was washing clothes while her father was in the yard chopping timber. He had his inevitable pint of cheap bourbon nearby and was drinking it heavily in the hot sun. She wondered how he managed not to cut off a leg. She was hanging clothes up on the back porch to dry, watching Clay at work.
He wore nothing but old jeans and boots. His dark hair was damp and hung around his forehead. His face, as usual, was set in a clenched, angry expression. As he chopped, the muscles in his body stood out as if straining to erupt beneath his skin. His thick neck throbbed with each stroke of the axe and his heavily muscled torso expanded. As he stretched backward, the thin pants clearly outlined his massive cock and balls, and as he brought the axe down on the wood, his firm ass threatened to split the worn jeans. He took another drink of the bourbon and noticed Susanna watching him. He deliberately walked to the edge of the woodpile and stood with his legs apart. He unbuttoned his fly, pulled out his thick cock and stroked it lovingly for a few moments before he started to piss. Susanna felt ashamed but she couldn't turn her head away. She watched as he lavishly splashed the woodpile wth a steady stream of urine. When he finished, he slowly turned in her direction and made a production of shaking it off. Susanna want back into the house. The harsh sounds of wood chopping continued for a quarter of an hour.
She was in the kitchen setting the table for dinner when Clay entered. His eyes were glazed and brutal-looking. She kept her head down. Clay grunted and sat down on a kitchen chair to take off his boots. Suddenly he looked up at her and barked, "Take these damn things off for me."
She went around the edge of the table and knelt in front of him. She undid the laces of his boots and pulled them off. He stood up and dropped his pants. Susanna, startled, fell back on the floor. Clay grabbed his half-hard cock in his hand.
"What's the matter, girl? Wouldn't you like to have a real one?"
She started to get up but he slapped her, knocking her back on the floor.
"You don't like real cocks, girl? You don't want the real thing? You just want mirror handles and all that other stuff?"
As she struggled to her feet and started to run from the kitchen, he grabbed her wrist and said menacingly, "You ain't goin' anywhere, girl!"
"Please, Clay! Let me get dinner on-"
"Fuck dinner!" he roared, and with one sweep of his thick arm he knocked everything on the kitchen table to the floor. Susanna was terrified. She struggled but could not get free of his grasp. She fell to her knees and pleaded with him.
"Please, Clay ... don't . ... "
He laughed and repeatedly slapped her across the face, until a thin trickle of blood ran from her mouth onto her chin. He tore at her dress; the material was old and gave way easily. Beneath it she was wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties. He roughly ran his hand down her stomach under the pants and pulled, until the elastic cut ridges under her buttocks. They came off shredded in his hand.
"Oh, God! Clay."
"God? What's he got to do with it, girl? He took my wife and left me you. Why didn't you die? Not her! NOT HER!! You're useless." He paused for a moment running his eyes up and down her naked curves. "Until now." He slapped her again and she spun around, falling against the edge of the table, knocking the breath out of her. She gasped for air and watched him coming closer. She couldn't move ... she was transfixed.
She threw her head up and cried, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Clay clamped his broad hand over her mouth. "I'll help you, girl, I'll make you sorry you were ever born!" His face was twisted and horrible.
Susanna closed her eyes as he pushed her down on the table. The rough wood splintered and dug into her back. The more she struggled the tighter was his grip on her mouth and throat. She could smell the cheap bourbon on his breath; drops of spittle ran out of the corners of his mouth. She had never seen him look so cruel. He forced her legs apart with his knees and fell upon her. His roaring cockhead pressed against the tender lips of her cunt.
She cried out in pain but the sound was muffled by his thick fingers. With no tenderness, no warning, he plunged his cock deeply, roughly inside her. She screamed in agony as it bruised the sides of her unlubricated cunt.
"How's that, girl?" he grunted. "Better than a mirror, huh?
Susanna's head was spinning; she seemed to be falling. The pain was excruciating. She had never imagined it could be like this. It filled her whole body and tore at her nerves. The pressure ... the pain ... Oh, God, she thought, I want to die!
Clay's rhythm was rough and furious. He began fast and got faster. Slowly, her cunt began to lubricate itself, and some of the pain diminished within her and made his fucking easier.
Feeling her juices begin to coat his raping cock, a sinister snarl split his face. "Don't try to tell me you don't like the feel of my prick fucking you, you bitch! I can feel your pussy juice all over my cock ... you love it, cunt. YOU LOVE IT!! ! "
He plunged his thick rod into her as far as he could go and withdrew just as quickly. In again ... up to the balls ... and out ... almost until the cockhead left the heat of her cunt. He continued plummeting her for a half-hour before he felt the beginnings of a climax.
Susanna had ceased struggling, praying that she would die. Clay's heavy balls slapped against her soft thighs as his abrasive cock fucked her raw. He sucked in the cheek of his ass suddenly and shouted, "Goddammit!! " Hot gobs of his cream shot into her, scalding the abused walls of her pussy. He kept shooting like a madman, shooting all of his pent-up passion and hatred until the last drop flowed from his body into hers.
Susanna lay crushed under him, eyes shut tight, praying that he would not discover that she too was cuming.
He slowly released his grip on her mouth, pulled his softening cock out of her, and got up. Susanna lay still, her empty eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Well, bitch ... how was it?" he barked.
No answer.
He pushed her off the table onto the floor. "I said, how was it?" He kicked her again and again until he was exhausted, then grabbed his bottle, pants and boots and went back out into the yard.
Several blowflies flew around Susanna's body and lighted on her. She couldn't even brush them away.
CHAPTER 2
That afternoon was the first of Clay's many brutal attacks on Susanna. She accepted it as a way of life until she became sixteen.
On the morning of her sixteenth birthday she got up earlier than usual, packed a battered suitcase and went to her hiding place to withdraw the money she had methodically been stealing from Clay while he was drunk. She crept past his door, stole through the kitchen, then was out the door. She walked to the highway where she hitched a ride into town.
She realized that with no high-school education that she would be limited when looking for a job, but she had decided to work at anything, perhaps as a waitress.
Susanna had grown into a beautiful young girl and she turned heads wherever she went. Thick ash blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and the skin of her body was golden, smooth and perfect. Her deep-set green eyes were flecked with gold and surrounded with light golden lashes. She had strong, even white teeth; the front two protruded slightly but the small imperfection added to the sexuality of her full mouth. Her body was as beautiful as her face. Encased tightly in an ill-fitting dress, she exuded sensuality.
She went into the first restaurant that she saw and asked the cashier, "Who do I see about getting a job?"
The dried-up cashier looked enviously at Susanna for a moment and then replied, "Don't need no one here, sister. Tell ya' what, though-they're looking for a girl out at Twin Oaks Diner. You know where that is, don't ya?"
Susanna shook her head.
"Well, hon, it's about six blocks thataway, then turn right for two more. It's just off the highway."
Susanna thanked her and left. The cashier breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, "I don't need no competition. If she worked here there'd be more men buzzin' around her than flies on a chamber pot!"
Susanna soon found the Twin Oaks Diner. There were no oaks in sight, twin or otherwise, but there was a diner. It was about ten-thirty in the morning, which was apparently a slow period. She was hot from her walk and wondered if she should part with some of her precious money for a coke. As she stepped inside, a voice behind her asked, "Can I help you, miss?"
She turned and saw a rotund man with a face like a fresh baked roll.
"I was told that you might have a job available...."
The man smiled broadly. "Why, yes ... we do need a waitress. Have you done that sort of thing before?"
"Well, no ... I haven't. But I know I could handle it," Susanna said hopefully.
"Well, now ... my name is Harley and I own this here place. Let's go and have a nice cold drink and we'll talk it over."
Susanna got the job.
She turned out to be an excellent waitress. Efficient and always cheerful, she made good money in tips. Harley found her a place to live down the road from the diner ... a small cabin at a run-down motel.
Susanna was happy in her new-found freedom. Something, however, was missing. Her off hours were spent in the company of herself, either in the movies or reading. Occasionally she would go out with Harley, who had come to like the girl and taken a fatherly interest in her. He was always urging her to "take some interest in the boys," or "meet some people, Susanna, a good-looking gal like you should be seen."
Susanna had, in fact, many opportunities to date, but she turned them all down, for reasons unknown to herself. The weeks passed and everything was going well for her. Then one evening Clay turned up.
She was working the late shift at the diner when she turned and saw him sitting alone at the counter. He looked as if he'd been drinking for several days-unshaven and disheveled. She was working as a table waitress and didn't have to serve him, but she was aware that he watched her as she worked. Even with her back to him she could feel his piercing eyes.
Susanna trembled so much that she dropped some dishes. Harley rushed over to her. "What's the matter, Susanna? You feelin' okay?"
"I'm sorry," she stammered. "I guess I'm just overtired."
"You go on home, I'll get one of the other girls to take your station. But be sure to get some rest instead of stayin' up all night readin'. "
Susanna thanked him, got her raincoat and left the diner. It was a starless night, and though she only had about a half mile to go, she was frightened. She walked quickly down the dark road, and as she did she became aware of a slow-moving pickup truck behind her.
It was Clay!
She walked faster. Clay pressed the gas pedal in pursuit. She prayed that someone would come along but there was nobody. She began running. Just ahead were the blinking lights of the motel ... only a few more yards! She ran to the office and turned the knob. Locked! She rattled the door noisily but the old couple were asleep.
The small truck stopped behind her and Clay got out. She could see his face in the blinking red motel lights. It was twisted into a satanic grin. She stumbled toward her cabin, looking around her-no other cars ... no tourists! She was alone!
Susanna dug into her coat pocket for her key. Her hand clutched the door for support as she tried to fit the key into the lock. She glanced behind her. Clay was coming closer. Her hand shook and she dropped the key. She scrambled in the dark for the key. As she held it up, it glinted in the light. Clay grabbed her wrist!
"Need some help, girl?"
Susanna stammered. He took the key from her and opened the door.
"After you, girl!" He pushed her roughly inside.
She stood in the center of the room, shaking. He switched on a light and locked the door.
"Aren't you gonna offer me a drink?"
"I don't have-"
He took a bottle from his jacket pocket and slammed it down on the dresser. "Get some glasses," he sneered. "Two!"
Susanna dutifully went into the bathroom and returned with two water glasses. Clay filled them both up to the brim and handed one to her.
"Drink up, girl!"
She sipped the liquid. It burned her tongue. She watched Clay as he drained his in one long swallow
"What's the matter, girl?"
"Clay, I don't ... like it."
"I SAID DRINK UP!"
He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed the glass to her lips. Susanna coughed and sputtered. The harsh liquor seared her throat but she drank. Clay released her and she reeled and held onto the dresser for support. He had taken off his jacket. Underneath he was wearing just a sleeveless tee shirt. He smiled at her.
"C'mon, girl. Get undressed!"
Susanna lunged for the door. Clay caught her and pulled her raincoat off.
"GET UNDRESSED!"
Clay took off his clothes and stood watching Susanna as she stripped off her waitress uniform. He cupped his balls and squeezed the flesh of his cock.
"Didn't you miss this, girl? Didn't you miss my big cock?"
He moved closer to her. "Get on your knees and suck it!" He forced her to her knees and pushed his crotch into her face, rubbing his cock and balls over her mouth. "Open up!" he shouted.
Susanna parted her lips and he shoved his half-hard cock deep down her throat. He held the back of her head as he fucked her mouth. With each stroke his prick became stiffer, filling her mouth completely, so that she could hardly breathe. Ciay leaned forward and pulled open the mirrored closet door so that he could watch the action.
"Look at the girl go! Suck on that cock! Look at it go down your mouth, girl. All ... the ... way!! " He pulled his wet cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face.
"Now suck on my balls. Put them both in your mouth!"
Susanna opened her mouth wide and sucked one of Clay's large balls inside. He took the other one in his fingers and stuffed it roughly in her mouth.
"Oh, Christ-look at her suck on them nuts! Suck on them good, girl."
Susanna ran her mouth over the soft flesh of Clay's scrotum and pulled her head backwards, straining the sack at the base of Clay's crotch.
"How's about sucking my ass so I can see you do it in the mirror?" Clay turned around and bent over, adjusting the mirror as he did. Susanna pressed her face between the cheeks of his ass. Clay clasped his buttocks with his hands and pulled them further apart.
"French it, girl! Let's see your tongue working in my ass-hole!" Susanna darted her tongue out and touched the edge of Clay's pink ass-hole. He worked his fingers between his buttocks and stretched the hole wide open.
"Get that tongue up there!"
Susanna's tongue wormed its way deep into his ass. Groaning and rolling his hips, Clay exclaimed, "That's it, girl! Suck that ass-hole!" Clay's eyes sparkled as he watched his beautiful daughter lick his ass. He worked his cock with his hand, keeping it hot and throbbing.
Susanna could feel the juices in her cunt begin to flow and her nipples grow hard. Clay pushed his cock and balls between his legs and his cockhead hit Susanna under the chin. "Lick 'em all!" he commanded.
She pressed her tongue on the back of his cockhead, flattened it out and ran it up the underside of the staff, over the balls and up the crevice between his buttocks, and then back again.
Her saliva coated him and rubbed off on her face, making it glisten. Susanna stole a glance at the mirror, then stared openly at their reflected images. She became more and more excited as she saw herself running her tongue over his crotch. Clay pushed her away and stood upright. He turned to the still kneeling Susanna and cupped his hands over her breasts.
"You're growin' up, girl." He pulled her to her feet and leaned forward to suck her tits. His large mouth surrounded her nipple and drew it in with such force that Susanna thought that he would pull the nipple off. His teeth clamped down on it and she let out a cry. His mouth moved to the other one, repeating the action. Susanna could see that the other nipple was tooth-marked and a dark redness surrounded the nipple. Clay pressed himself close to her and his cock rammed against her stomach. She could feel wetness seeping from it and onto her soft skin. When he had finished with her tits, he pushed her to the bed.
"Let's get some hot meat in that pussy of yours!"
Susanna started to lie down. "NO!" he shouted angrily. "Bend over the bed. I want it that way!"
Susanna bent over the bed, her hair spilling onto the bedclothes as Clay repositioned the mirror door so that he could continue to watch himself. He pressed against her, running his hand between her legs to grab her cunt.
"That's it, girl. Get it all wet and nice. Clay's gonna give it to you real good until you beg for more!"
He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and jammed the head of his cock between the elastic lips. He watched in the mirror as his huge prick knifed into the soft cunt flesh.
"Ooooo, girl," he grunted, "I've missed that hot hole of yours. Did you miss my rod too?"
She didn't answer him. He slapped her across the ass several times. "I said did you miss it!"
"Yes, Clay. I ... ah ... missed ... ah ... it."
"I know you did, girl. ... Now you just move those hips around and make that pussy snap!"
The walls of her pussy clung to the stiff muscled cock. Clay jammed it in deep, moving his pelvis round and round until he worked his cock all the way in. He stood still for a moment, savoring the warm feeling of her cunt hole surrounding his prong. He ran his hand down his buttocks and underneath, grabbed his balls and rubbed them against the stretched lips of her snatch, where his cock was buried.
"Oh, girl ... get some of that pussy juice on my nuts ... come on! Cream!"
He turned his cock in a small circular motion. Her cunt juices flowed out of her, covering his heavy balls with wet warmth. Then he began his banging rhythm. The room was filled with the wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of her hole.
"You love it, don't you, cunt? You love my big cock in your pussy!"
"Yes ... yes, Clay ... I love it," Susanna gasped.
As soon as she said it, he pulled his cock roughly out of her.
"Let's try something else." He pulled her down to the floor, and positioned her on her knees and elbows in front of the mirror. He got on his knees behind her.
"Let's see if your other hole loves my prick!" Clay pressed his swollen cock against the tight ring of her ass-hole. He pushed and grunted but still could not enter it. He slapped her roughly a few times across the back and then grabbed her around the waist and with all his strength shoved forward. His cockhead parted the opening and began to go in. She was dry and the pain was excruciating.
Susanna screamed.
"C'mon, girl. Don't tell me my cock's the first thing you've had up there! Take it!"
"Oh, God, Clay ... DON'T! THE PAIN!"
He laughed and strained forward. The body of his cock worked its way in gradually. She screamed louder with every inch. She nearly passed out with the pain and kept hitting her head against the dresser in an effort to get away from him. He held on tightly and continued plummeting his cock into her without mercy.
Gradually her ass-hole became lubricated and the pain decreased somewhat. The sensation caught up her emotions and she began enjoying the pain of it. Clay was yelling and snorting like a bull in heat.
"Look at that cock go in there, girl. Look at that big fat cock going into that tight ass-hole!" He increased his lunges until he had worked himself into a frenzy. "Okay, girl ... I'm gonna shoot a hot load up into your ass. I'm gonna ... ooooOOOH! HERE IT COMES!" He slammed his cock into her and let out a giant load of cum, which filled her ass-hole, then spilled out. While he was cuming, her own orgasm started and she cried like a cat in heat as her cunt juices poured out of her. Clay kept pumping her until he had started to go soft and then he pulled it out, squeezing the last sticky drop out on the opening of her ass.
"Whew! That calls for another drink." He filled his glass, drank half of its contents and then handed it to Susanna. "Drink up," he said. This time she needed no further prompting. "That's some hot ass you got there, girl. C'mon, now ... get your stuff together. I'm takin' you back where you can get all the cock you'll need."
"No, Clay. I can't!" She saw anger instantly shadow his face. "I mean," she countered quickly," I've got to get my paycheck tomorrow ... and return the uniform...."
"So tomorrow's payday, huh? Well, I'll be waitin' for you when you get off."
"All right, Clay. It'll be around eleven o'clock. I'll be looking for your truck to pull up in front of the diner."
Clay dressed and tucked his bottle back into his pocket.
"I'll pick you up at eleven ... and don't try anything funny, girl, 'cause you and me got something goin'. You love it, you know you do, and I need some hot cunt around the house, so that's the way it's gonna be!"
He walked out, leaving the door open behind him. She got up and watched him drive off. She closed the door and lay down on the bed, cursing herself for her attraction to him. She knew that she had to get away from him, to be free of him.
In the morning she packed and went into the diner to see Harley. She made the excuse that she had to take care of a dying relative. He was naturally upset, but sympathetic, and he gave her an extra ten dollars, making her promise to write and return to the diner as soon as she could.
After Susanna left the diner she went straight to the bus station. She checked the bus schedule and found that the next bus leaving was going to New York City.
Well, she thought, New York City it is!
CHAPTER 3
She went in and asked the price of a ticket to New York City. The ticket agent told her, and she realized that it was quite a lot for her to drop down right there, considering that she was on her way to a big, strange, dangerous town where she had no idea if she could get a job right away. Every penny would really have to count, and so for that reason she decided she might try hitchhiking out to New York City. It was worth a try anyway, since the bus wasn't scheduled to leave for another two hours. If she didn't get a ride, then she would come back to the bus station and spend the money on a ticket.
She walked on to the main road and started walking backwards on it with her thumb extended for any passing driver to see. It was a bad time of day, though, and few cars were going in either direction as it turned out. A sports car finally stopped, after she had been standing and slowly walking for about twenty or thirty minutes. She ran up to where it had braked and poked her head through the open window on the passenger side.
"Hello," she said as pleasantly as she could manage. "I was hoping you could give me a ride, mister."
"That's why I stopped, dear. Whereabouts are you going?"
"I'm trying to get to New York City, as a matter-of-fact."
"Oh shit," he shook his head. "I'm turning off this road about a mile on from here. I guess that wouldn't be much help."
She frowned. "No, that would take me off my route, I'm afraid. But thanks, anyway, I appreciate it, really."
"Okay, baby, take care," he said, and then he drove off.
And that was more or less how the conversations went with the next three cars that stopped for her. She was beginning to become disgusted with the idea of hitching to New York City.
At long last, though, a vehicle with the right destination did show up, stopping just beside her extended thumb. It was a truck. The girl had been a little leary of getting into a truck if one stopped for her. But now she was desperate, disgusted with waiting, and her feet were tired from standing, besides. So she couldn't ignore it when the man inside the truck told her that he and his partner were bound for New York.
"Well," she said, "you wouldn't mind taking me along, would you, guys?"
The man exchanged a long look with the driver, and a few whispered words later he nodded his head at her.
"All right, sure, come on in, there's plenty of room for one more ... the day is young and you're sure good looking." He didn't smile when he said it, and she didn't find him exactly pleasant. But she got in, anyway.
The door opened and he stretched out a hand for her to grab and pull herself in. She was set to drop herself on a few inches at the edge of the seat, but immediately the salacious instincts of the lusting trucker came to the surface, and made other arrangements for her seating in the truck. As her fanny started to come down he got a hand on each of her plump cheeks and guided them onto his lap. Down solidly on it.
"Okay, little girl, plant that cute little ass right down there, yeah, that's good, real nice...."
"Well gosh," she protested, "can't we all sit on the cushion and be a little more comfortable? How about it?"
But he wasn't letting her out of it that easy. He saw a chance to manhandle her tender pussy and he wasn't going to lose it, regardless of her feelings on the matter.
"Hey," he said to her suggestion, "you don't want to crowd the driver. Walter needs plenty of room to shift, you know."
Flabby, bald-headed Walter looked at her and winked.
"Besides," continued the man beneath her ass, "ain't my lap nice and comfortable? Except, of course, for that lump right in the center. But I can't help it, lady, if your round ass is giving me a great big hard-on."
He bounced her up and down and that lump became a veritable tower pushing into the valley of her tightly jeaned fanny.
"See? Am I right?"
"Sure, sure," Susanna chuckled mirthlessly, feeling awkward and embarrassed.
She squirmed about till his sheathed erection was deflected by the weight of her left ass cheek and poked at that rather than inching uncomfortably into the crack of her ass. She settled down and tried to make the best of the situation. After all, she was getting a free ride to New York. That was something. And a little petting never hurt anybody. The man beneath her was not so bad looking for his age, unlike the ugly driver. He was about forty, big and muscular, a rugged, bony face, and hair graying at the temples. She noticed a wedding ring on one of the hands busily clutching at her rear.
"So you're going to New York City, huh, baby?" he said to her. "Yes."
"All by yourself?"
"Yes, I'm going by myself," she told him.
"So how come all alone? Where the fuck are your parents, huh?"
"Well, I'm on a vacation now," she said. "Yes, that's right...."
"Aw, bullshit, Come on, what's the story with you, baby?"
"I told you ... on a vacation. I'm on a vacation, that's all. There's nothing more to it than that," she said.
"So why are you going by thumb, baby?" the trucker asked her.
"Well, it's cheaper. I, uh, have to watch my finances, you know, while I'm off on my own."
"Yeah, yeah, sure ... It doesn't hold up for me, baby."
"Look, what difference does it make?" she demanded. "Do you really have to know who I am and where I'm going?"
"Well, shit, I figure I ought to help you out if you don't know what you're doing, just blowing with the breeze, so to speak. If there's something I can do I would like to be of help, you know."
"Oh, that's real nice of you. Is that why you talked dirty to me, and started right in clawing at my behind? Would you appreciate it if some truck driver did that to your daughter, mister? Would you, huh?" she asked bitterly.
She was looking at him over her shoulder, and his eyes flared up at her wisecrack, and he jabbed his solid, thick hand under her crotch from the front and actually lifted her up from his lap like that. The pain on her cunt was enough to make her wince and moan audibly. She didn't like that at all, and was beginning to worry about what she had gotten into.
"Ouch! Stop it, won't you? Let go of me, please!"
"Well, don't be such a wiseass," he advised her. "It just doesn't pay, you dig?"
Walter nodded, without so much as turning his head to look at them. He was a very strange one, the girl decided.
"Yeah, wiseass kids," said the other one. "Try to tell them something, and they throw it in your face. You'd think they would be interested in getting some wisdom from somebody who has lived a little longer than them. That's the kind of wisdom you can't buy, know what I mean? You understand, little girl? Do you know what I'm talking about here?"
"Yes ... I suppose so."
She moved about on his lap, trying to stop a cramp in her back, and she noticed that despite his change of mood that erection of his was still popping up strong.
"Yeah, kids today, they don't give a shit for values. All they think about now is sex, sex, sex. In my day teenage girls didn't know what the word meant. Girls like you, haven't got a decent bone in your body."
"You shouldn't say that about me!" Susanna cried out.
"Shut up, will you! I'll say whatever the fuck I please and you just don't worry about it one way or the other, cunt."
Susanna tried to ignore his tirade and hoped that it would end before long. There was no sense in arguing with him. He had his mind made up about something and that was the end of that as far as he was concerned. There was simply no room for any other opinion.
So the man went on, to his own amusement and arousal, for his cock stayed quite hard underneath her. It throbbed up against the soft flesh of her round ass. And as the truck bounced on rough spots on the road, it got worse. She could feel his cock slipping out of the constraint of his underpants and sprouting up even stiffer against his trousers, up against her wiggling, unavoidably jiggling buttocks. If the circumstances were at all different, she thought, she might almost enjoy the solid pressure of that hard cock pressing into her.
He went on with his absurd dialogue, telling her how the younger generation was not interested in anything other than fucking and sucking and otherwise doing what the members of his generation had only dreamed about doing. He thought that girls nowadays were nothing but sluts. And he said that he was going to make sure that his own daughter who was rapidly reaching the age of pubescence and would soon be interested in seeing boys, would not turn into that kind of slut no matter how much she might try to be like her girlfriends, sleeping with any boy who might ask her. That was for sure, he said. There wouldn't be any slut in his family. And all the while his cock stayed hard and his finger moved over and around on her ass cheeks, and his cock surged up against her tight blue jeans.
He went on and on, like a broken record, almost like he was chanting it, hypnotizing her with his absurd tirade. On and on it went, and she listened silently.
Now and then he would say something particularly aimed at Walter the driver. And Walter would look over at her and then turn back to the road. He did not say anything, though. He never said anything at all.
All of a sudden the man beneath her said, "Hey, has anybody ever fucked you in that pretty ass of yours?"
She was taken aback by the outright lewdness and outrageousness of the question. Who did he think he was, after all! She didn't have to take that kind of abuse from him, no matter where they were promising to take her for free.
"How about it?" said the trucker. "Answer my question, baby. I am waiting for an answer to that one, baby."
"You ... you have no right to ask me something like that. Why ... it's obscene, that's what it is, obscene."
"Oh shit, you don't know what's obscene, you stupid cunt. You're the new generation. You're supposed to think of sex as free and easy. So why don't you answer my question when I ask you something. You can't think of it as dirty, can you?"
"I certainly can ... you have a filthy mouth, that's what you have!"
He eyed her suspiciously. "I don't buy this act you're handing me, baby. You try to act like you're shocked by what I'm saying, but I think it's an act. I bet if I knew just what you've done in your few short years, it would make my hair stand on end.
Am I right or wrong, huh, baby."
"You're wrong."
"No ... heh heh," he laughed. "No, I don't think I'm wrong on this one at all. I think I'm dead on center, as a matter-of-fact ... dead on center. You are a tramp. That's why you're running away. Your past is probably catching up with you, ain't it?"
"No ... no! I don't know what you're talking about, honest I don't! I don't know anything...."
His tone of voice had been scaring her. He seemed like he might become dangerous all of a sudden.
"Sure ... you know something ... you must know, a pretty girl like you doesn't get away these days without putting out for at least a few of the boys. Am I right, sister?"
"N-no," she said, thinking of a certain man and what he had done to her. "No ... that's not true. I never...."
"Goddamn, how you can lie! Did you hear her, Walter? The fucking tramp is trying to tell me she never did anything wrong, never held a cock in her hand, I suppose. Bullshit! That's what I say, a whole lot of bullshit, baby. I bet that you've had cocks inside you every which way, right? Admit it! Go on!"
She was very nervous and afraid of him. She decided it was better to go along with him than ask for an argument. If she did something to get him really mad at her, there was no telling what could happen. After all, she was more or less in his power, in his truck, driving along an empty wooded road.
"All ... all right," she finally said softly, ashamedly.
"All right what? You have fucked with men, is that it?"
"Y-yes ... I have. So what? I'm old enough, for heaven's sake."
His hands altered her position on his lap, settling her again firmly on the throbbing meat of his prick. It did feel good, she had to admit, and she was beginning to become excited by the whole business. She arched her back and leaned forward stiffly, thus driving her rear end harder against his crotch-a crotch that was already very hard.
The trucker grunted and inhaled sharply through the nose. His left hand crept back towards her groin, slowly fitting it between her legs, cupping her cunt.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, mister?" she said, looking back at him with a scowl. "Huh?"
"Heh heh ... I'm not doing nothing. No harm done, is there, baby?"
"Well...."
He squeezed the cupped hand into the softness of her vagina. He began to rhythmically massage the whole tender area, and the girl couldn't stop from growing hot with desire, even though desire was the last emotion she wanted to feel. Of course, she didn't expect it to go farther. She figured it was just a little game to pass the time as they rode. And at least it might take the guy's mind off talking for a while. He was starting to get a little weird in his dialogue, she thought.
Walter, the driver, pricked her curiosity; he was so eerily silent all the time. She leaned forward at one point and smiled up at him. He glanced at her and then returned his gaze to the road ahead of him.
"You're pretty quiet," she said, hoping to make a friend out of him, and not something else. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Hey, lay off of him," said the one sitting beneath her.
"Why?"
"That tongue crack. Knock it off. He ain't got one, baby."
"Huh?"
"He got in some trouble with some union organizers back a few years ago when he was working upstate. He did some talking where he wasn't supposed to and they paid him off for it, they cut off his fucking tongue ... okay?"
"Oh, that's awful!"
"Well, sweetheart, don't worry, at least they didn't go and cut off his cock, huh, Walter!"
They drove on down the long road. She felt that his cock was still hard beneath her wiggling, fleshy ass. But what could she do? She did want to get to New York, after all, and that was where they were going.
The trucker trailed his hand up to one of her breasts. The nipples were standing out hard and erect beneath the sweater, and this so excited him that he shifted her fanny back and forth several times on his lap, all to tease that enduring erection of his. He sighed when he got it right, the prick throbbing against the deep, cushioned crevasse.
Susanna flexed her sphincter muscle and tried to close the twin cheeks of her parted ass, pinching the head of his cock between them and making him gasp with pleasure.
"Listen, sister, how are you gonna manage in New York? I bet you ain't got much money, do you, huh?"
She was very afraid that if she admitted she had money on her they might try to take it. She decided to pretend she was broke, and hoping to make money when she got to the city.
"I don't have much," she said. "No ... hardly any at all."
"Oh shit, that's too bad. You can't do much in New York if you don't have money, you know. You've got to find out some way to get some soon, that's my advice to you. It would be good, I guess, if Walter and me could help you out somehow. We sure would like to help a pretty girl like you out of her difficulties. Oh, yes, we surely would, wouldn't we, Walter?"
Walter nodded dumbly.
"But let's see, what kind of help could we give you? We couldn't get you a job, of course, but maybe, just maybe we could give you some money to help you along in the big city."
She was suspicious but hopeful. Maybe the man had suddenly gotten a conscience and was trying to make up to her.
"That would be real nice," she said cautiously. "Yes...."
"Sure it would, sure it would. I tell you what we'll do, you let us get a little nooky, you know, and for that we'll each give you a nice sum of money. How does that sound to you?"
"That sounds like you think I'm a cheap hooker, that's what it sounds like," she said very bitterly.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't get your ass all sweaty, baby. I don't mean to insult you or anything. We'll pay real good money for what we get, that's a promise."
"How ... how much will you pay," she asked him, wondering if such degradation might be worth it after all.
"We'll each pay you fifty dollars. How does that sound to you, sweetheart? Fair, right?"
It did sound like a good amount, and she told them so. "But will you really pay me that much? Both of you?"
"Sure, sure, we'll pay it, baby, sure thing. All we want is for you to suck our cocks a little bit, that's all."
Reluctantly she agreed to the proposition. "All right, I ... I guess I'll do it. But it has to be fast."
"Sure, we know what you mean. It won't take long. There's a good place to stop just ahead, not far. And then we'll stop at a diner for dinner, okay?"
"Yes."
She shrugged and settled back on his lap. His stiff prick was still threatening to tear through his pants. She couldn't imagine what he would have done if she'd turned down his offer. But now that was settled. For a little while she would become a prostitute, taking money for sexual favors.
They went onto a minor turnoff. It was a country road leading to a few small towns. They pulled into the seclusion of some trees and bushes along the road. Walter applied the brakes and cut the big noisy engine.
They got out. The man she had been sitting with told her to take her clothes off. He wouldn't fuck her, he said, but wanted to see what her cunt looked like.
Susanna sighed and thought of the fifty dollars. Then she took off her clothes.
"Well, which one of you is first?" she asked them when she had stripped and was standing there naked.
"Walter will go first," said the other one.
She walked to the bushes with the foolishly grinning driver. He didn't take his eyes off her body for a moment. She was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. Dirty was the word for it. How very far she was sinking, she was thinking. Now she was losing the last vestiges of her innocence.
Walter stopped and turned. Her back was to the road. She waited but he only nodded and giggled.
"Well, come on, take it out," she finally said to him, pointing to the crotch of his pants. "Your cock, of course."
She had to pull down his zipper, and slowly took out his throbbing member. It was very eager, rearing to her touch, and grew considerably for every second it was out of his pants.
She held it firmly in her left hand now. It strained to her grasp and tried to squirm away. She jerked on it two or three times till a glob of milky sweat welled out of the phallic eye. Moistening her lips with her tongue, she opened her mouth and proceeded to let the cock push deep inside.
She used a rapid up and down motion on him. Walter grunted and groaned and spewed with mounting excitement. She stuck her free hand into his trousers and squeezed on his hairy balls. He groaned more intensely than ever, and a few seconds later a jet of sperm issued out of him, shooting against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and swallowed it all down without thinking.
Then his partner took his place and she gave him much the same treatment, sucking him till he came.
Thick hot liquid spurted down her throat. She gasped and took a deep breath and then swallowed it all down.
And then it was over, finally, and she was paid her money and they all got into the truck again. "Now let's go to New York," she said. "Right you are, baby," said the trucker.
CHAPTER 4
It was nearly midnight when Susanna arrived in New York City. As she left the terminal she asked a porter about inexpensive hotels and he directed her to one near Times Square.
The next day Susanna set out to find another job. The city was confusing to her, but since she was so attractive she had no trouble getting directions from strangers. It took her three days to find a job, once again as a waitress, in a large restaurant in midtown Manhattan.
She stayed at the hotel until she saved enough money for an apartment. She luckily picked up a sublet from one of the other waitresses. The apartment was small but comfortable and Susanna began to adjust to her new life in the city. After several weeks, Susanna looked the picture of a young New York career girl.
As to sex, she still lived in a fantasy world. Her thoughts would often return to her father ... and in them she found sexual release. She met and went out with several young men. She allowed them to dine her and take her to the theater, but never to bed. Abruptly she would stop seeing them, without really knowing why.
Then one day something happened which changed her life.
It was her day off and she was cleaning the apartment. She was placing some magazines near the incinerator when she first noticed it. Her first reaction was disgust, which faded rapidly into curiosity. She picked it up and hurried down the hall to her apartment. Locking and chaining her door as usual, she sat down at the table and stared at the sex newspaper. She'd heard of them and had furtively glanced at them at the newsstand but. ... She picked it up. The entire issue was devoted to sadism. She began leafing through the pages. The various pictures depicting different forms of sexual sadism made her feel dizzy. She was repulsed ... but at the same time fascinated.
At the end of the pictorial section were the ads-ads for sex movies, sex devices and the personal ads. She became aroused as she read through the lists. One ad in particular commanded her attention. It read: "Do you have special tastes? Have you discovered the dark side of sensuality wherein pain is the ultimate pleasure? Come partake of the ritual that cleanses through the joy of humility! Experiences undreamed of . ... "
There was a phone number listed. She reread the ad and then her eyes raced to the more graphic but less interesting ones. She read them all thoroughly but her mind kept going back to the first ad that had attracted her attention. "Experiences undreamed of!"-the phrase kept throbbing in her mind like a recurring melody. Greatly agitated, she went to her bathroom and began to run water for a bath. The scalding water poured into the old-fashioned tub making rhythmic sounds-
". . . the joy of humility-the joy of humility!"
She undressed and stood in front of the full-length mirror, clutching herself. She wiped the steam from the mirror and stepped back to stare into the reflection as if she were seeing someone else.
She ran her hands over her voluptuous body and murmured, "Experiences undreamed of!" She pinched her nipples until the pain made her shiver, then stepped into the tub, slowly descending into the intense heat of the water. Reaching out of the tub for a large sponge, water dripped from her arm onto the newspaper lying on the floor. She snatched the paper up quickly, hoping that the water hadn't obliterated the ad. It hadn't. Once again she read the words: "Pain is the ultimate pleasure...."
Strange ... she didn't remember bringing the paper into the bathroom!
After her bath she sat in an overstuffed chair by the window, the chair next to the phone. Suddenly, she knew what she must do. She picked up the phone, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her fingers trembled slightly as she dialed. She waited while it rang once ... twice ... three times. ...
"Hello."
Susanna opened her mouth but nothing came out.
"Hello ... Hello!! " The voice at the other end became agitated.
"I'm calling ... about the ... ad. In the newspaper. ...
"Yes," said a deep masculine voice which sent chills through her body. "Yes, do you wish to become one of us?"
"I would like to try," said Susanna's voice, as if somebody else were speaking for her, a voice over which she had no control.
"Would you like to come by for an appointment? Tonight?"
"Yes."
"How is nine o'clock?" the deep voice asked.
"Nine is perfect," answered Susanna in a dream-like voice. He gave her the address and then hung up abruptly.
She sat holding the receiver in her hand for a long time. Instead of hanging up, she ran the receiver over her breasts. The nipples hardened and deepened in color. With her other hand, she felt her pussy mound. She inserted her finger inside her moist cunt and stroked the inner lips. Her slit became wet, wet with her juices. She ran the telephone receiver down her smooth stomach until the cold plastic was pressed against the downy hair of her cunt. She withdrew her finger and wrapped both hands around the receiver and pushed it against the pink slit. She spread her legs and thrust her pelvis forward.
Her cunt lips parted and she was able to work the receiving end inside. Her lips were stretched painfully, but she pushed the instrument in more urgently. Beads of perspiration trickled down her neck and into the valley between her heaving tits. She thought of the man's voice and what he would look like. He would be strong, cruel and domineering, and she ached to have him possess her. She wanted to feel his hot cock deep inside her. She wanted to be made to perform all kinds of perversions with him.
She moved the object in and out of her cunt with a faster rhythm. She envisioned herself serving the man's sexual needs.
"Oh, Clay ... Clay ... my cunt is on fire!" she gasped as she plummeted the object into her cunt even deeper. She bit down hard on her lip as her orgasm began. "Hurt! Hurt ... me!! " She viciously tore the telephone from her cunt and slammed it back on the receiver. She stood up, still unsatisfied and walked quickly back into the bathroom.
Her antique clock struck seven.
"Only two more hours," she said to the room. And suddenly she felt relieved.
By eight-thirty Susanna had carefully made herself up and dressed in a short beige suede skirt and cream-colored blouse. She paused at the door of her apartment and took one long last look. Then she shut the door and hurried to keep her appointment.
At the corner she caught the bus to take her up Riverside Drive. As she sat down she was surprised to find a newspaper on the seat next to her. Had it been left by someone ... or had she carried it on with her? It was open to the ad: "Have you discovered the dark side of sensuality?"
It was nearly nine when the bus reached her destination. She reached for the cord, hesitated for a moment, then pulled it. The house was not difficult to find. It stood out in all its antiquated glory against the regularity of its modernized sisters.
Susanna felt some apprehension as she climbed the steps of the fortress-like brownstone. She lifted the heavy door knocker which was in the shape of a devil's head and rapped it twice. She didn't know why but the face on the knocker distressed her.
While she waited, she studied the outside of the brownstone. It was three stories high and the windows were shuttered and barred by ancient iron ornaments.
Without a sound, the door opened and a tall man, nearly hidden in the shadows, stepped back to let her in. As she passed the man, Susanna noticed that he gave off a very strange odor. She turned to look at him. He was well over six feet tall and was heavily muscular. His head was covered with close-cropped black hair and he had a thick shaggy mustache which reminded her of Mediterranean peasants. He was dressed in a sleeveless tight-fitting shirt made of some rough material, which was cut very low in front and revealed tufts of thick black hair covering the man's brawny chest. His pants were made of the same rough material and were also tight-fitting. The man's narrow waist swelled into bulging cruel thighs. On his feet he was wearing very heavy boots. She looked into his face; his deep-set black eyes burned into her. mocked her. The man didn't speak but motioned her to follow him. She noticed that his left hand was encased in fine black leather. He closed the door.
"I'm ... I'm ... expected," she stammered.
He smiled and nodded and once again gestured for her to follow him. He led her down a dimly lit hall, the walls of which were hung with tapestries-tapestries from another age, decaying, faded. Nevertheless, she could make out the subject matter-men and women engaged in the most sadistic sexual acts. The man stopped and materializing from the darkness was a giant wooden door heavily studded with black ironwork. Just before the servant opened the door she heard the vicious growl of a dog. Her heart skipped a beat as she stepped into the blinding light of the room beyond.
Susanna didn't look behind her, but she could feel that the servant had disappeared. She proceeded into the room. She held her hand up to her eyes to blot out the blinding light.
A loud voice bellowed. "Come forward!"
As she moved toward the voice the light decreased and she could see. The room was large, two stories high; the walls were paneled in wood and the floor was flagstone. At the far end of the room there was a large heavy table with three people behind it. As she drew near she could see that the figures were dressed in black robes and were wearing black masks. The two on either side of the center figure stood. The seated man's mask covered his entire face. Only the mouth was cut out of the black leather encasing. The eyes were closed by small steel zippers. The figure on the right ordered her to sit down on the uncomfortable chair in front of the table.
The seated figure asked, "Are you-"
"Susanna Welles," she interjected.
He held up his hand to stop her. "I mean," he said sarcastically, "are you one of the special ones? Do you have special tastes? Do you wish to discover the ultimate pleasure of pain? Are you willing to partake of the ritual that cleanses through humility and suffering?"
"Yes," replied Susanna. "I am willing."
The man in the center stood up, clapped his hands, and the two tall figures beside him stepped forward. They pulled her to her feet and began to take off her clothing. As they did, the center man slowly began to unzip the eyelets of his mask.
She stood before them, trembling and naked. Suddenly, from behind the three men appeared a large black Labrador. It snarled and moved toward her on soft padded feet. Susanna thought she would faint as the dog rubbed its wet muzzle over her cunt. The center man slammed his fist on the table and shouted.
"Get back!" The dog edged away from her and went to lie down behind the table. Then the man said, "He-likes to greet the newcomers too."
One at a time the three men removed their robes. They glistened with sweat and their cocks were large, standing straight out from their heavily muscled bodies. Susanna burned with desire. She ached to have those cocks inside her ... in her mouth ... in her ass ... in her cunt ... filling her completely.
She awaited their next move.
At first, the three men simply stood in front of her, looking over her body. One stretched a hand out and began to massage her full tits, squeezing them firmly. They took turns feeling her tits and their eyes seemed to approve her. The second man walked behind her and placed his hand around her waist. His other hand began fingering the blonde hair on her cunt. In the next instant, his fingers dug into her pubic hair, snatching wildly, pulling at them so hard that the flesh stood up from the tension.
She gasped, but no sound escaped from her lips-only the sound of her expelled breath. His fingers stroked and caressed the lips of her slit and then pulled them apart. The man who seemed to be the leader came closer to her and violently shoved three thick fingers into her cunt, ramming them in as hard as he could. She groaned as the stiff fingers dove into her dry cunt. The man behind her had begun pushing his finger up her ass-hole. She jumped but still did not utter a sound. She felt her face contorting with the delicious spasms of pain that shot through her body. The third man continued to roughly manipulate her heaving tits, pinching the flesh until marks showed. Her eyes watered but she was smiling.
The first man stopped jamming his fingers into her cunt and stepped back; the other two also stopped and stood on either side of him.
His voice began, "I am Number One! These are two of my disciples. You are to obey my every wish. Your journey to the ritual will be a slow one. There are thirteen of us and you must please and satisfy each and every one of us in turn ... or together. You must acquire complete humility before you will be allowed to partake of the ultimate ritual. Are you still willing?"
Susanna lowered her head. "I am still willing."
"You will be required to stay here, and to do whatever we bid. You are not to speak unless you are spoken to; you are to keep your head bowed at all times to show your respect; you are to keep your objects of desire ... your tits!. . . your ass-hole!. . . your cunt!. . . available to us at all times."
He stepped forward and grabbed her breasts.
"These are what?"
"My tits."
He squeezed her buttocks. "And this."
"My ass."
He slammed his fingers into her hole. "And...."
"My cunt."
He stepped back and slapped her across the face. The noise echoed throughout the room and a thin trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth.
He roared, "They are no longer yours. They are mine! Ours!"
Susanna shakily said, "Yes. They are yours, Number One ... they are yours."
"You must be taught quickly. Bend over and clasp your ankles with your hand."
She did so. The cheeks of her ass spread apart, revealing the downy blonde hairs surrounding her pink ass-hole. The two other men moved forward and one of them handed Number One a short black riding crop. Between her legs she saw what was about to happen.
The two men knelt on either side of her and held her in position, all the time rubbing their cock-heads against her calves.
Zzzziinngggg!
She felt the fine ridge of pure white heat lash across her ass. She struggled furiously. The pain was horrible and from her throat there emitted a piercing scream. She yelped again as the thin strip of leather cut once again across the center of her ass. Her body tried to contort, but it was useless and again it struck across her soft buttocks. She opened her mouth to yell again, but her voice was strangled in her throat. Down it came, again and again. She sobbed as she was stung fresh with each stroke.
Number One saw her ass cheeks change to a pattern of bright red stripes, and he could see the warmth of it spread through her. He continued. She gasped and writhed, trying desperately to avoid the onslaught. Without warning he stopped and placed his hands on her buttocks. He felt the permeating heat radiate from them. Then he placed the round smooth handle of the riding crop against her pink ass-hole and shoved it deep into her and out again.
"Aieeeee!"
The two men released her and she fell forward, quickly thrusting her hands in front of her and flattening them to avoid the rough flagstone. She was aware of the three of them circling her slowly and she could see through her tear-matted eyelashes that the dog was seated on his haunches less than five yards from her, watching her.
"Stand up," Number One commanded. "When you are disobedient, you will be punished. You are to submit to these punishments thankfully. We are leading you to a new life through suffering. You are to follow willingly."
Number One waved the other two men aside and stood in front of her. "Now, you are to prove your humility. You are to give me the ultimate kiss. Get on your knees!"
Susanna fell to her knees. The rough flagstone floor tore at her soft flesh. She looked up furtively at Number One. He had a magnificent physique. The pectoral muscles stood out on his chest and were accented by large hard nipples. A gold ring had been pierced through each nipple and there was a small gold chain linking them. Hanging from the chain against his rippling muscles was a circular metal disc with a five-pointed star on it.
Her face was directly in front of his massive prick. She could smell the rich masculine aroma coming from his cock and balls. He turned his back to her and bent over, spreading the cheeks of his muscular buttocks. Susanna looked at the pinkness of his ass-hole, which was surrounded by black hair. It stared at her, almost like an eye.
"Kiss it," he demanded.
She bent forward between the two rounded cheeks of his ass. As she came closer she felt the beginning of the heat from his body and it struck her face in increasing waves of sensual warmth. She took a deep breath just before her eyelashes masked her eyes and she moved forward.
"Now," he snapped, wiggling his ass in her face. She brought her hands up, laying them one on each side of his buttocks. She spread his cheeks further apart and plunged her tongue to the center of his puckered ass-hole. Gently she tickled the wrinkled flesh until she felt his whole ass tighten.
"Get your tongue up my ass," he gasped.
She flattened her tongue against his ass-hole and began to lick it, rasping it up and down over his flesh. She felt him shiver and groan with delight, then she rammed her tongue stiffly into the opening. His ass-hole refused to open; she applied more pressure so that her tongue drove deeply into his flesh and her teeth came against his cheeks. She shoved her face completely against his ass-hole and slowly pulled her hands away, leaving her face flatly embedded against his flesh.
"Harder!" he screamed.
She butted her head against his body. He pushed against her. She held on to him and shoved her tongue deep, probing his ass-hole, quickly twisting her tongue. Round and round she swirled her tongue against the inner membranes of his ass-hole.
Suddenly he pulled away, tearing himself from her grasp. Turning around, he faced her, his giant prick thrusting out straight from his hips, swollen and anxious. He jerked his hips forward and pressed the cockhead to her lips. Wrapping her hands around the base, she held it steady while she probed at the fleshy opening of the slit. He pulled away and slammed it against the sidt of her face in the next instant.
Susanna opened her mouth to take him again and he slapped her on the other side of the face, throwing her face from one side to the other as he whipped her.
"Beg for it, cunt!" he jeered.
Her voice came from between bruised lips. "Please! Please give me your cock. Stick it deep into my mouth and cum. I want to squeeze it through my teeth and swallow it. Please ... give it to me!"
He jammed his swollen cockhead into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around it and held on as he pulled backwards, dragging her head with him. Then he lunged forward violently, scraping the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She choked and tried to breathe through her nostrils. He wrapped his hands around the back of her head, digging his fingers through her blonde hair, and held her tightly as he fucked her mouth. The pain was excruciating. She could just barely breathe. Her whole throat seemed to be torn apart as he unrelentingly plunged his tool in and out of her captive lips. The other two men stood closely by, their fingers wrapped around their own stiff cocks, stroking them passionately.
"I'm cuming!" Number One shouted. "Take your master's load. Take all of it, you cunt!" The hot cream shot from his cock, scalding her raw throat; she swallowed repeatedly, not only to take it all, but to continue breathing. It was a hot, sweet taste and she wished that it would never stop. He stopped pumping her face but she continued to suck on his cock, which was slowly going limp. He pulled it out of her unwilling mouth, and she watched as the wrinkled foreskin slowly moved forward and covered the head.
The men on either side of her made grunting noises. The man on her left squeezed his fat cock and the cockhead began to spurt. The cum hit her cheeks and ran down. She stuck her tongue out and licked at the hot juice as it ran by her mouth.
"Get it-get it while it's hot," groaned the man.
The other man was trying to catch up. He squeezed his balls and continued pulling at his throbbing organ.
"Come on, man," urged the other one. "Shoot it all over her!"
The veins on the man's forearm stood out as he worked his cock.
"Stick your finger up my ass," he ordered Susanna. "That's it, all the way up!"
Susanna tried to finger fuck the man in the same rhythm as he was manipulating his cock. The sweat was pouring down between his ass cheeks and covering her finger.
He ran his hands over his pectoral muscles and pinched her nipples as he began to shoot.
"Here he goes, cunt! All over you!"
Thick streams of cum from the two men coated her cheeks, her hair and her shoulders. It van in thin creamy rivulets down her breasts and arms.
They roughly wiped their cocks in her hair.
Susanna watched them carefully, wondering what they might have in store for her next. She remained on her knees, wet with perspiration and their cum. She felt debased and wretched as the men huddled, planning further abusive agonies for her.
They ignored her for a long while, talking among themselves. She allowed her mind to wander. What could they possibly be planning? What else would they force her to endure? Or enjoy.
Number One suddenly stepped away from the other two and imperiously clapped his hands together.
"Costas!"
Emerging from the shadows of the room came the servant. He has been watching me all along, thought Susanna shamefully.
"Costas may be only a servant here, but he is still one of us," Number One said. "You are to do anything he asks of you. If he desires to rape you, you will be raped gladly. If he wants you to suck his organ of punishment, you will suck him gratefully. Any desire of Costas' will become a command to you. A delight! Do you hear?"
Susanna nodded passively. As Costas moved to her, she became once again aware of his odor, obscene and beautiful. It made her think of old cathedrals and of medieval flagellation.
"Now, Costas," said Number One. "The initiate is yours!"
Costas grunted and pulled at his rough shirt, making animal sounds until the buttons popped loose. He threw the shirt on the floor and kicked it. He approached Susanna and she shuddered as he clasped her shoulders, drawing her upwards and into his arms. He hugged her almost tenderly for a moment and then his heavily muscled forearms squeezed her until she could no longer breathe. He picked her up and carried her the few feet to the table and laid her down roughly on her back.
Number One stood at her head. He leaned forward and took her hands, which he pulled backwards behind her head. Each of the other masked men took an ankle and held it tightly, stretching her legs apart until she thought her cunt would split.
She watched with terror as Costas undressed. He pulled his pants down and kicked them off, leaving his boots on. His cock was only partially hard; it hung large and fleshy between his hairy thighs. As he neared her it began to rise until it stood out from his body, large, swollen and cruel looking. He positioned himself between the two leering men holding her ankles and eased himself onto the table.
He knelt above her and slowly bent forward. A drop of spittle from his mouth fell onto her naked tits. She jumped as if it had burned her flesh. The three other men leaned forward, getting closer so as to watch the giant cock fuck her cunt. Costas leaned down until the rough hairs of his mustache brushed against her tits. He moved his face further down over her stomach until his mouth was above her trembling cunt. He thrust his nose into her pussy and began to sniff at her like a dog. He opened his mouth and his large tongue lapped out. He licked and slobbered over the juicy lips of her slit. He looked up and grinned broadly at her, and for the first time she noticed that his teeth had been filed into sharp points. His gaping mouth pressed against the soft flesh of her stomach. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth as they dug into the softness of her skin.
She moaned as he sank his teeth into her flesh, cutting through and drawing small drops of blood from her body. He slurped loudly as he drew the blood into his mouth, rubbing his large tongue over her flesh. Then he raised his head and stared at her quivering tits. Slowly his head came up to her chest. His mouth came down on her tit and his teeth closed around the stiffness of her nipple. He began chewing on it and his pointed teeth sank into her resilient breast. Susanna surprised herself by growing more and more excited as he worked over her body. Her tensions were building and pulling at her muscles. She ached to have him inside, to take her ... to fuck her!
She mentally begged Costas to ease the agonized itch in her cunt that threatened to drive her out of her mind. His hands trailed down her stomach to her thighs, where he grabbed handfuls of her flesh and twisted the softness between his fingers. He began sniffing at her cunt hairs again and then he dragged his bristly chin across her cunt, working it around, grinding his jawbone into her ravaged body. Her pelvis ached as he bruised her inner thighs. A series of explosions came over her as she felt herself cuming.
She felt his fingers moving up into her cunt, caressing. She wriggled her buttocks around and around trying to impale herself on his exploring fingers. He made grunting sounds and moved his mouth down to her cunt. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked the juice off them. Then he opened his mouth and completely engulfed her snatch, nosily sucking her out.
Satisfied that he'd licked out all her juices, he threw his head back and belched, causing the other three men to laugh loudly. Susanna was humiliated. She turned her head to the side and began to let her body relax after her extravagant orgasm.
But she relaxed too soon. Costas was not finished with her yet.
He dove his fingers into her cunt, pulling the lips wide open until she thought she might be ripped apart. Then he mounted her, his large savage cock pressed against the outer lips of her cunt. Without any warning, he rammed his prick high up into her with one brutal thrust.
Susanna cried out in agony. His giant cock ripped away at her insides. The tender walls of her pussy could feel every one of the pulsating veins in his cock as he thrust it violently in and out of her.
Number One and his two disciples watched avidly. Their eyes, peering out of their masks, twinkled. She could feel the lust oozing out of their bodies and into her own.
Costas screwed her with an insane frenzy. His massive cock tore away at her and his hairy balls banged and bruised the insides of her thighs. His throbbing cock seemed to swell even more as he increased the rapidity of his humping.
"Fuck her, Costas. ... That's it-slam it into her!" one of the disciples shouted.
"Kill her with your prick! Give it to her!! " another joined in.
"Fuck her 'till she BLEEDS!! ! " Number One bellowed, his voice ricocheting around the large room.
Costas began to grunt, his ass riding high up off the table as he hammered his cock into Susanna. His giant cock seemed to explode as great gobs of cum spurted into her, burning the walls of her cunt. He continued until the last drop of his seed had been pumped into her, then withdrew his huge prick as roughly as he had entered. He got off the table and turned, disappearing quickly into the shadows again.
Susanna looked down. The cream of his orgasm had mixed with the blood of her abused cunt. The thick fluid burned the aching lips and flesh around them.
"Suck her out," commanded Number One. "Suck Costas' juice out of her stinking hole!"
The man who had been holding Susanna's left leg released it, turned from her and took off his mask. When he turned to face her he quickly lowered his head so that she could see only the top of his head, covered by curly dark brown hair.
He placed his hands against her aching thighs and dug his fingernails into her flesh. Susanna screamed. The shrieks tore from her throat and she could hear the shattering echo bounce off the walls, crossing and recrossing the room so that it was as if several Susannas were protesting.
She threw her body back and arched her torso upwards, screaming until she could scream no more. The man's face dropped into her bloody snatch and she felt the rough action of his tongue as he lapped against her pussy lips, searching for and finding her clitoris. Up into her hole the tongue began to groove its way, shoving the swollen flesh to one side, lapping with a swirling motion. She could hear him sucking and she felt his mouth pulling Costas' sperm from her cunt.
Dreamily, she felt herself cuming again, this time in small staccato bursts of pleasure. The man continued sucking noisily and he moved his face between her legs, laving his tongue on either side of her thighs, lapping any spilled sperm, working his tongue down between the cheeks of her buttocks and across her ass-hole. The rhythmic lapping put Susanna in a trance, and she blacked out for a few moments.
When she came to, before she opened her eyes, she fancied that she was swimming in a warm summer pond. She quickly realized that the wetness on her body was coming from above, like rain. She opened her eyes and saw Number One and his assistants standing on the table over her, pissing great streams of urine. , They were saturating her with their piss.
When Number One saw that her eyes were open, he ordered her to obey his commands.
"Open your mouth and drink my piss!"
He aimed his huge pissing cock toward her mouth. The steady stream spattered against her full lips. She parted them.
"Wider!! " bellowed Number One. "Open your mouth wider and drink!"
Susanna complied and the warm yellow liquid filled her mouth and overflowed.
"Swallow! Drink your master's piss!"
When the two disciples had finished, they jumped off the table and grabbed her head, forcing her mouth open, and watched while she gulped down the piss. They laughed as she sputtered and choked and darted their own tongues out to lick at the steady golden stream.
Finally, Susanna swallowed easily, and it was strangely soothing to her. She began to enjoy her further debasement.
When Number One had finished, he shook his cock vigorously, sending a few final drops bouncing off her face. He then eased his fleshy foreskin back over the head of his cock and stepped off the table.
She watched as the two disciples removed their masks. Their faces were rough-hewn, aggressive but nondescript. Then Number One removed his mask. Her eyes stared in utter wonder as she looked into his face. High-cheek-boned and aquiline, his face was the face on the Satan door knocker. She closed her eyes and her body began to shake.
CHAPTER 5
When Susanna opened her eyes, she found that she was alone in the room. Except for the dog.
He was seated in the same position as before and was watching her. She sat up and started to get off the table.
The dog growled hideously.
It wasn't until she had eased herself back down on the table that he stopped growling. She realized that she was captive.
Captive! She said it over and over to herself. Captive! To Number One and his disciples. When would she see Number One again, she wondered. When would he fuck her? She wanted that enormous thick cock which she had sucked so hungrily. She yearned to have it rammed brutally into the furthest reaches of her pussy. She longed to feel his thick, potent sperm gush explosively into her, burning up the walls of her ravaged cunt.
She would please him! Anything! Anything he wanted! And if he wished her to submit to Costas and the other disciples, she would!
Anything!
Anything ... to become Number One's pet ... his slave ... his vessel!
She rubbed her legs together as she thought of him, painful shocks running through her body. Trying to get her mind off herself, she looked around the room. Off to one side there was a wall balcony extending over the entrance to the room. The windows at her left were draped with heavy black fabric. Could they be barred?
Hanging above the center of the room was a wagon-wheel-shaped chandelier, thick wrought iron, somewhat Spanish in style. On the far wall of the room, the same heavy black fabric hung, all the way down from the ceiling. On either side of the wide expanse of black material stood a large rococo candelabra. All in all, it looked like a church setting-only the altar was missing.
The curtain she had been staring at rustled, and from behind it stepped two women. Their high heeled boots tap-tap-tapped across the floor as they approached her. Both women were large and looked to be in their early twenties. They had an abundance of hair, brushed so that it hung like a heavy mane. One had black hair, the other dark auburn. They were heavily made up, almost whorish-looking. Their bodies were full and voluptuous and encased in tight-fitting black leather garments consisting of shorts and bodice. The outfits had been cut so that their breasts and cunts were exposed. They stood at the edge of the table quietly until Susanna had finished her visual survey of them. They seemed to be enjoying her appraisal.
They helped her to her feet; this time the dog did not move or make a sound. Susanna nearly fainted. They put her arms around their shoulders and led her to the part in the curtain. Concealed behind the curtain was a circular staircase which led downwards. As she descended, Susanna noticed that the bottoms of the curtains were flecked with drops of candle wax and dark, rust-colored spots-blood?
They descended to what seemed to Susanna a distance lower than the basement, into the bowels of the earth. When they reached the bottom step, they went down a long well-lit corridor past several doors. About halfway down the corridor, they stopped, opened a door and led her inside.
"This is where you'll stay," said the dark one. Susanna looked around the small windowless room. It contained a bed, a table on which a lamp and an object which looked like a Dictaphone were placed, and nothing else. Adjoining the room was a large bathroom containing shower and bath, sink, toilet and bidet. There was also a large massage board in the middle of the room.
"Are you disciples?" blurted out Susanna.
"Only the men are disciples. We are their hand servants."
Susanna opened her mouth to ask another question. The auburn-haired woman held up her hand to still her.
"You are not here to ask questions You are here to serve. Forget your past life. From the moment you enter this house, the other world must be forgotten. You are to bathe and clean yourself up, and then you are to rest."
The dark-haired woman interrupted: "You'll notice that there is a Dictaphone near your bed. The master requires that you keep a personal diary of the most intimate nature of your thoughts and actions for each day."
"But I-" Susanna protested.
"You will get used to using the Dictaphone. It will become an alter ego. It will help you to dispel your self-consciousness. We will be back later to help you dress."
The two women turned and left the room. Susanna heard the click of the lock. She felt safe, secure, protected from the outside world, a world she'd never been able to relate to.
After bathing Susanna lay down on the narrow bed and fell asleep.
She seemed to be flying, supported by weightless chains which guided her. Through the mist she saw the Labrador, as big as a mountain, its red eyes blazing like twin lighthouses on the edge of a churning sea. She struggled to change her direction but could not. The great dog leaned forward! His jaws opened, dripping blood. She flew through the sky toward him. She could not stop! She cried out in terror as she was engulfed in the foamy redness of its mouth.
Susanna struggled to consciousness, her cries frozen in her throat. Her hands clutching the walls, she shakily made her way into the bathroom and splashed water in her face, trying to shake off the horror of the dream. She looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyes were pudgy and there were light blue smudges beneath them. Her mouth was red and sore. She felt her breasts; the marks of Costas' teeth stood out clearly. As she thought of his cruelty, her nipples strained to stiffen, thrusting themselves from her softer tissue. She ran her hands over her stomach, examining the jagged nail marks on her abdomen. She spread her legs apart and looked down at her cunt. The lips were a vivid scarlet and swollen. She felt her aching clit which was still blood-engorged from being so harshly pinched. She touched it and the pain caused her to gasp. She pulled her finger away and took a deep breath, waiting for the pain to leave her body. She touched her fingertip to her clitoris once again. This time the anticipated pain was not so sharp. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she caressed the fleshy nub with her fingertips, exploring the extent of the pain and the effects of the swelling. She bit her lip and thrust her fingers savagely into her slit. At the same time she brought her other hand down over her pubic hair and began rubbing her sore clit. She closed her eyes and thought of Number One-his impressive body and his beautiful cock.
Her images were shattered by the sound of a key turning in the door. She quickly ran back to bed and lay down. The two women re-entered. Susanna pretended sleep. The could hear the two women murmuring to each other. One of them laughed. They came to the edge of the bed and the dark one nudged her.
"Wake up!"
They pulled her to her feet and led her into the bathroom to the massage table. "Lie down!"
When she did they spread her legs wide apart and secured them with leather straps to the outer edges of the table. One of the women opened a jar and began to coat Susanna's cunt with a kind of cream.
"What are you doing?" asked Susanna.
The woman who applied the cream to Susanna's cunt looked over to the other handmaiden and said, "Silence her!"
The dark-haired woman got up on the table and straddled Susanna's chest. She pressed her exposed cunt and ass-hole against Susanna's face. As she did, her strong hand gripped Susanna's tits and massaged them until they ached with growing pleasure. The other woman slid a pillow under the small of Susanna's back so that it became slightly arched and her cunt was more exposed.
Susanna felt a hand and some wet warmth touch her cunt. The hand began to rub in circular motions around her cunt, spreading the wetness in bigger circles. Then she felt the sudden cold contrast of a piece of metal against her cunt lips.
She jerked her body violently. The woman straddling her pressed more roughly against her face and leaned forward and grasped her arms, holding her in position. Susanna stopped struggling and relaxed as a razor began stroking down her pubic mound, shaving off the soft hair. The woman sitting across her face began to rock her pelvis back and forth, rubbing the lips of her cunt against Susanna's mouth. Susanna opened her lips and allowed her tongue to slide out and taste her first pussy. She wedged her tongue between the hairy lips and licked; it was different than a man's taste-stronger, more definite. She liked it! She spread her tongue out flatter and began lapping more eagerly at the woman's moist pussy. The icy feeling of the razor on her cunt shot through her body thrilling her, she felt drowned in pleasure. She licked more eagerly as her own p issy began to flood.
At the foot of the table, the woman cursed loudly as she saw what was happening. She resented Susanna's pleasure and began to savagely strip the rest of the hair from her leaking pussy. Susanna began to moan with pleasure-pain as the razor slashed her cunt, making her inflamed and swollen fleslr smart with the burn of the metal edge. The woman above her was rocking back and forth wildly, fast approaching orgasm.
"Lick it!" she cried. "Lick it!! "
Susanna drove her tongue further into the steaming cunt.
"Deeper, you dumb cunt! Deeper ... or we'll shave your head too!! "
Susanna pushed forward with her tongue until the base of it ached.
The other woman had almost finished shaving her snatch. One more stroke and Susanna would be as bare as the day she was born.
It was done.
Her hairless pussy was washed and powdered lightly. The woman who had done the shaving pressed her face against Susanna's still tingling cunt lips, caressing the walls of her sore pussy with her probing tongue. The woman's tongue was extraordinarily long and it thrust in and out of her cunt with deep strokes. The woman who was sitting on Susanna's face suddenly strained upward and tensed her thighs.
"NOW!" The woman moaned loudly and pressed her cunt into Susanna's face until she could hardly breathe. She felt her mouth start to fill with salty juices. She licked and swallowed, savoring each sensation as the woman rocked back and forth on her face, cuming wildly in her mouth.
Oh, God! Susanna thought. The taste ... the great taste ... of her cunt juice ... it's marvelous! She was so caught up in the new wonderful sensation that she began to have a climax. The woman sucking her cunt licked noisily as Susanna's juices oozed onto her tongue. The woman continued licking Susanna's cunt until she knew that nothing more was coming out. She sighed loudly and helped the other woman to the floor. They unstrapped Susanna, who sat up and began to rub her ankles.
"When will I be seeing Number One again?" she asked plaintively.
"You will see Link when it is time," one of them replied.
The two women left.
Link-that was his name!
She rolled about, her mind still nearly a blank! The emotions of what she had just gone through washed all thought from her. She could only keep seeing that fat, hairy cunt, and remembering the sweet, erotic taste of it.
She didn't think she had ever tasted anything like that before in her life. It was certainly as tasty as cock, and in some ways even more exciting to the touch, so deep was it, so mysteriously-shaped. She felt she could push her tongue in there and lose it in one of the dark, deep channels.
And then she thought about Link. That was his name.
What was his part in all of this? When would she see him again?
They were questions she very much wanted answered. But she knew that things were not done at her bidding in this place. She did only what Number One wanted.
CHAPTER 6
Susanna was once again alone in the room. She walked around slowly touching the walls, caressing them as if they were flesh, pressing her face against them and licking the rough plaster with her tongue. She thought of Number One, of Link. She began to speak his name but her lips formed another's.
"Clay!"
She clasped her hand over her mouth in horror and murmured:
"Clay-Link-Clay-Link!" Of course, Link reminded her of Clay! Their body characteristics were similar: the massive chest, the thick muscular legs, their giant cocks. But their faces were different, and yet alike. Link's-swarthy, aquiline, sculptured. Clay's-thick, aggressive, crude. Different, and yet, somehow the same.
Shaken by her thoughts, Susanna sat down on the bed, moving her head from side to side in disbelief. Her tear-filled eyes fell upon the Dictaphone machine and she was curious. She'd never used one before. She pressed the button marked
Play and a musical segue issued forth. It was a weird combination of tympany and wind instruments. The music faded and a voice. ... Was it
Link's?
"Since you have joined us," the voice began, "you will have little verbal communication with the members of our household, and none whatsoever with the outside world. This oral form of diary-keeping will replace aimless talk. You are expected to tape your innermost thoughts and feelings at the end of each day and these will be placed on file for the enlightenment of Number One. To record, simply press the Record and Play buttons simultaneously and speak clearly into the microphone. Now, begin!"
The tape played on for a few minutes. Susanna stared at it. Slowly she picked up the microphone and began to speak:
"This is the first entry in the diary of Susanna Welles, aged sixteen." She hesitated, and the tape sped on. "I ... I ... don't know where to start. I'm here ... I'm where I want to be ... where I'm needed and used and...." She broke off. "Why do I keep thinking about Clay. No! No! I must forget him. Link has replaced him. Link is Number One, as he said and I believe him, I believe in him, I will become his favorite. I'll please him so thoroughly that he will not look at the other women. I'm younger ... surely much younger than them ... and I've been told I'm pretty by everybody except Link. He'll tell me! He'll see how I can please him. Oh, I want you now, Link! I want to feel your heavy body crushing mine. I want to caress your cock with my mouth. I want to do anything you wish of me. I'll satisfy your disciples. I will take part in the ritual! Oh, Link, I wish I were swimming in your cum, swallowing it and being covered by it. Please, send for me soon. Please, please!"
She stopped, put the microphone back in its cradle and waited for something to happen.
Sometime later, the door was unlocked and the two disciples, whose names were Zack and Christian, followed by Costas, entered the room, bringing her dinner. Susanna was very hungry and ate ravenously. They watched her every move. They made her nervous. After dinner she was given several pills to take. She'd supposed they were vitamins. She washed them down with a heady red wine and began to feel delightfully sensuous. She lay back on her bed and as Costas cleared the tray, she ran her hand over his bulging thigh.
The disciple Zack, the one with the curly black hair and the rather flat face, said, "You're now ready for the second step of the initiation. Number One has instructed that you be fitted with your collar which will signify your lowly station here." The other disciple, Christian, the one with the close-cropped blonde hair and Germanic features, helped her to her feet. The three men led her, nude, to another part of her subterranean prison.
Several hours later, Susanna was in her room again. She began to speak into the recorder.
"They just brought me back. Oh, the pleasure ... the excitement!! They took me to another large room which was located at the end of the hall. The room was brightly lit and covered completely with white tiles except for one mirrored wall. There were strange-looking metal objects hanging over the wall. I was told by Zack-he's the dark-haired one-that I was to be fitted with a silver collar. Silver! I'm touching it now, running my fingers over it. It's smooth and soothing. Zack and Christian held me while Costas clamped it around my neck. I strained my head to look at myself in the mirror. It was-is beautiful! My symbol that I'm truly Number One's possession. While I was admiring my gift in the mirror Costas pulled out a white fur throw and ordered me to lie down. My body tingled with expectation. The fur felt delicious against my skin: it tickled my buttocks and I rolled over and let it caress my nipples and my cunt.
"The three men began to get undressed. They undressed very slowly. It was as if I were watching them in a slowed-down movie. I felt a bit dizzy. I wondered if it was the wine, or perhaps the pills I took. But my only thought was to be taken by these three men. Costas was out of his clothes first. I was once again amazed by the brutal lines of his body. His muscles seemed to be bursting beneath his skin. His back and shoulders were covered with black hair and I noticed for the first time that he even had a little hair on his cock!
"His cock looked like a blunt instrument, ready to hurt. I was ready to be hurt. Both Zack and Christian were younger men. Without their masks, they seemed more like beach boys than disciples of this house. Zack's chest and stomach were covered with fine black hair which exploded between his legs and around his big cock and balls. From a distance away, Christian almost looked hairless, he was so blonde. It looked like he trimmed the hair on his chest as well as on his head. He was bent over, struggling out of a boot. The line of his back was beautiful.
"I wondered which one of them would have me first. They came at me together as one. They knelt down beside me.
"Costas straddled my body, with Zack and Christian on either side. They were working at their cocks, getting them hard, then they pressed them against my face. The sponginess of their cockheads felt warm against my cheek. I opened my mouth and took Christian's cock inside. He pushed forward slightly, sending more of his prick down my throat. My two hands caressed the other two cocks as I sucked Christian. His cock expanded in my mouth. A marvelous feeling. I pulled off of his cock and placed my lips around the head of Costas' giant organ. I had to stretch my lips until they hurt to get my mouth over his large cockhead and down over the shaft of his huge prick. He grunted, more like an animal than a human, as I sucked him. Christian was pressing his cock, still wet with my saliva, over my face, rubbing the head of it across my cheeks and ears. I sucked on Costas for a while and then pulled off and sucked Zack's cock into my mouth. He plunged it into my mouth so hard that I began coughing. He laughed as he pulled it out and ordered me to suck on his balls. I sucked them into my mouth and chewed lightly around the skin that encased the heavy, plum-shaped balls.
"Afterwards, they ordered me to get on my hands and knees. Christian remained kneeling in front of me and stuffed his large, throbbing cock down my throat. Zack slid under me, between my legs. He pressed the head of his cock against my cunt, which was already wet. He pushed upwards. He gathered some of the fur rug under the small of his back and buttocks so that he could shove it in me deeper.
"Costas was behind me. I hoped that he would be gentle. He wasn't. He lunged forward, spearing me with that giant cock. I cried out but, of course, the scream was muffled by Christian's meat. He forced his cock into my unwilling ass-hole, laughing all the time. The other two men urged him on.
"I tried to relax and finally succeeded in doing so. His cock felt like a hot poker jamming its way up into me. They began to work in a slow rhythm. I felt completely filled with the three big cocks throbbing inside me. A wild sensation ran through me ... still I wanted more! More cock! Number One! Link! This must have been the most exciting thing that has happened thus far ... having these three cocks filling me.
"I think it was Zack who first said, 'Let's switch!'
"He wiggled out from under me and got into Costas' position. Costas whipped his cock out of my ass and came around in front of me, jamming it down my throat. In the meantime, Christian had slid beneath me and was now fucking my cunt. The three of them worked together furiously and orgasm after orgasm swept over me-they seemed to be unending. I was wondering when the men were going to cum. All of a sudden they switched again. Christian slid out from beneath me and slammed his cock into my ass. Zack came around and placed his cock down my throat. Costas got his bulky body beneath me and began to shove his prick into my flooding cunt.
"While we were fucking and sucking, Zack wrapped a tight blindfold around my eyes. I couldn't imagine for what. It blacked everything out, and yet somehow added to the sensational feelings that I was experiencing. It seemed as if I were floating in midair ... floating and yet anchored to three giant pricks that were banging me without mercy. Zack held me by the hair as he thrust his penis in and out of my throat. I could feel it swelling up.
"'Don't swallow my load when I cum,' he grunted sexually. 'Just hold it in your mouth.'
"For how long, I wondered. Costas began lifting me off the floor as he thundered his meat into my hole. He groaned loudly and I could feel his hot sperm scald and sting the inner folds of my pussy. At about the same time, Christian began to release his load up my ass. Hot gobs of cum went spiraling up my rectum. Zack held onto my hair so tightly I thought he would pull it out. Suddenly he shot warm delicious swirls of cum into my mouth. I started to swallow and then remembered. He filled my mouth so completely that some of it began to run out. He withdrew his cock quickly, and I held my lips tight, wondering what would come next.
"Zack's cum was delicious. I swirled it between my teeth and around my tongue, daring to swallow only a little of it. I was aware of someone caressing me. It seemed like somebody else running their fingers over my body, massaging my flesh, feeling my nipples. He pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue deep in my mouth, sucking up the cum which I had been holding. He kept sucking until he had taken every drop. He crawled beneath me and clamped his mouth to the lips of my cunt. His tongue darted out and up. Oh, God, it felt good! His sucking tongue licked my clitoris as Costas' load flowed out of my cunt. His tongue worked over my heated pussy lips until they were completely clean of the juices. Then the man scooted forward and pulled me down so that I was sitting on his face. He pressed his lips against the tight ring of my ass-hole and began to suck. I wriggled my ass around as the man drained the cum from my ass-hole.
"When he had finished I heard his bare feet cross the floor. A door opened and closed. I waited for instructions and they removed the blindfold. I found myself alone in the room except for the dog who circled me menacingly. Occasionally he would stop, sniff, then start his circling once again.
"I don't know why the dog frightened me so. Dogs have never frightened me, and yet, this dog was different ... there was about him something strange and unholy ... if the word unholy can be applied to a dog.
"Shortly, Christian entered and brought me back to my room where I am now. When am I going to see Link? When am I going to have him possess me? Oh, God! I want to be possessed by Number One. I want to fulfill his every whim. When will I be near him? When? WHEN?"
Accompanied by his two handmaidens Thea, the dark-haired one and Raina, the auburn-haired one, Link had been watching the second step of the initiation, concealed behind the two-way wall mirror. Before Susanna had been brought in, she had been discussed. Link had asked the women, "What do you think of the new one?"
"She's too young," Thea said quickly. "Much, much too young."
"She suits me," replied Link evenly. "She's very beautiful, not overly intelligent perhaps, but extremely beautiful."
"I worry about her talking," said Raina, "when she leaves here."
Link was solemn for a moment and then added, "When she leaves here? Of course, she cannot ever leave here."
Link was sitting atop a high stool, dressed only in a pair of boots, as were the women. The dog sat behind them. The women were talking animatedly as Susanna was brought into the room.
"Silence!" hissed Link. They quietly observed Susanna as she received her collar. Link absently played with Thea's tits. She knelt down in front of him and took his soft cock in her mouth. Link became excited by the sight of Susanna being "collared" and his big prick hardened in Thea's mouth. When Costas locked the silver dog collar around her neck it resounded with a loud click. Link's cock jumped to its full erection. He stood up, away from the stool and allowed Thea to engulf his enormous organ. As she sucked him passionately he pushed Raina to the floor. She began running her hot tongue over his muscular thighs.
"Take my balls," he rasped. "Take my balls in your mouths!"
Thea and Raina each sucked one of Link's heavy balls into their mouths. Their lips met and they kissed as they slobbered over his nuts. They glanced only occasionally through the two-way mirror. They knew well the routine of the initiates, and they were both jealous of Susanna. They were determined that Susanna would not survive the ritual to become one of them, to live in the house, to serve with them. She was too young, too fresh.
They sucked hard on Link's balls, pulling their heads back and stretching the skin of the sack. Their tongues covered his scrotum and darted in and out of each other's mouths as they tongued him. Link's face was twisted in sensuality. He ran his hands over his pectoral muscles and twisted the rings in his nipples as he watched the three men intently fucking Susanna.
Number One muttered encouragement as he watched the spectacle.
"That's it, men. Fuck her in all her holes. Fill her up with cock. Stuff her with cock cream. Stuff her!" He spread his legs further apart and rotated his pelvis rhythmically. Raina left his balls and eased around behind him. She wrapped her arms around his hips, hugging his ass cheeks to her face. She licked at the muscular surface wildly, covering his buttocks with her saliva. She parted his cheeks and began blowing hotly into his ass-hole. She rammed her face against it, her lips against his ass-hole. She stuck her long, hard tongue straight out and began French-kissing his ass-hole wildly. The women passed their arms between his legs and began to finger-fuck each other as they ate him.
Each time the three men on the other side of the mirror switched positions on Susanna, Link ordered Raina and Thea to switch on him.
"Raina, come around and get this cock and balls! Thea, suck my ass!"
The three men had switched on Susanna for the last time and were building up to their orgasm. When they began to cum, the muscles in Link's body tensed. He walked away from the two women, who fell upon each other in a sixty-nine position and began shoving their cunts into each other's mouths.
Link pressed a button and a section of the mirrored wall slid aside. The three men moved quietly away from Susanna as hs neared. Number One knelt down and took Susanna's face in his hands and pressed his lips against her mouth. He forced his tongue inside her mouth and sucked the cum out. Then he slid beneath her and ate her cunt. When he had finished he moved his head forward and pulled her down on his face. A thin trickle of cum ran out of Susanna's ass-hole. He licked it and pressed his mouth against the pink opening and sucked.
When he had finished, he approached the two women who were still lying on the floor licking each other's cunts. He stood over them and masturbated to a fiery climax, showering their bodies with his hot cum. They licked it off each other's bodies as Link disappeared through another door and Susanna was taken back to her room.
CHAPTER 7
Susanna began to lose track of time. She spent her hours reading, eating, brushing her hair, making up, and waiting. She had plenty of time to think of the past, of her relationship with Clay ... and before.
Before.
Susanna was a lonely little girl, motherless and ignored by her father. The woman Clay had hired to care for her was a homely spinster from the hills with a flair for evil. Her name was Vernie Jumper. She was the only woman from the backwoods Jumper family. A tall gaunt figure of a woman, Vernie Jumper was firmly against alcohol, smoking, swearing and men. At thirty-eight she realized the male was necessary for breeding purposes, although she was a bit muddled about the process. That's where it ended. Her favorite heroines were Joan of Arc-"men killed her because she was a better soldier"-and Salome-"I never cared much for the Baptist religion either."
In spite of her strong prejudices Vernie was a remarkably intelligent woman. As a youngster at school she studied hard and passed her classmates in the country school easily. She traveled fifteen miles to attend a better high school where she made top marks and won a college scholarship. Vernie planned to become a teacher. Then her mother died and she had to return home and raise four raucous younger brothers and take care of her unhealthy father. The rearing of her brothers gave her much pain since they refused to learn anything and were content in their ignorance.
Eventually her feeble father died and the boys grew up. Vernie was free once again, but she found that, in the passing years, she had lost interest.
When she took the job of raising Susanna, her spirits soared. She felt an affinity with the little girl and vowed that Susanna would not grow up ignorant. She taught Susanna to read before she started school. Coupled with her other lessons in geography, math and spelling, she was far brighter than the other students at school. This set her aside from her classmates and made the little girl a loner, but although her life with Vernie was strict, Susanna loved her and was not bothered by the rejection of the other students.
From Vernie she also acquired a fear of men which by itself might have led to lesbianism, but it was coupled with her complete fascination with what was forbidden. She seemed to be drawn to cruel acts. Susanna remembered a bible picture book which Vernie had brought with her. There was one picture, in particular, which repulsed and fascinated her at the same time. It was a gory, detailed lithograph of the beheading of John the Baptist. Susanna would creep into Vernie's room as if drawn by a magnet and examine the picture until she felt nearly ill. Then she would slam the book shut and run out into the fresh air.
When Susanna was seven years old, Vernie had requested Clay to hire a man to come in once a week and do the heavy work around the house. On one of his infrequent trips home, Clay hired a man named Shannon to come on Saturdays and chop wood, plow and do other heavy tasks. Susanna was fascinated by the rough red-haired Irishman. He cursed freely and the forbidden words delighted her.
One day while she was watching him work in the barn, he dropped his pants and urged Susanna to play with his "thing." As she did, it grew bigger and bigger in her small hands. He had her move her hands up and down on it until he let out a gigantic sigh and his thing "peed white." While she jerked him off, he fingered the little girl's cunt, carefully inserting the tip of his littlest finger.
Susanna knew that what they were doing was "wrong," but she looked forward with anticipation to Saturdays. The sex games continued for about a year until Shannon moved out of the area. Clay didn't hire anybody to replace him. She thought often of Shannon afterwards, and she would finger her little pussy as he had done.
Susanna tired of her thoughts of the past and fell asleep. Once again she was haunted by images of the brute dog. In her dream she found herself strapped to an altar hewn from a rock. The altar seemed to be miles high and surrounded by a hazy mist. People in black robes encircled her, chanting. She became aware of the dog. She felt his hot breath, foul with the odor of fetid meat as it came nearer and nearer. Suddenly, she realized that the dog was mounting her! She tried to fight him off but his teeth clamped down on her wrist, fangs into flesh.
The pressure on her wrist awakened her. It was Raina.
"You must get up now and prepare for the third part of the initiation."
"Will I see Number one ... Link?
Raina replied, "He is part of it ... yes."
Feelings of excitement rushed through Susanna's body as she was prepared. Raina and Thea shaved her legs and armpits and bathed her in an oil-scented bath. They made her up carefully, emphasizing her own natural beauty, and brushed her hair dry, arranging it high in the front and hanging loosely around her shoulders.
After her body was rubbed with exotic-smelling creams, they "dressed" her in silver vinyl boots which went up to the thigh.
"What else will I wear?" asked Susanna.
"Just this," Thea smiled maliciously.
They placed a silver girdle around her waist and hooked it. In the back a billowing silver clutch of long hairs burst forth like a horse's tail. In the front, fitting just over her cunt, was a huge silver phallus. Susanna stared down at the fake cock. It was gigantic. She clutched it and felt the delicate vein on the shaft of the erect prick.
She looked at the women inquiringly. They smiled-tight, thin smiles that cut their faces like razors. Susanna stared at herself in the mirror. If it weren't for the giant cock, she looked like she might have been a Las Vegas showgirl dressed as a pony.
They led her out of her quarters, up the spiral staircase to the room where her "interview" had taken place. The windows were still heavily covered and Susanna wondered what time of day it might be. They passed through the hall, past the pornographic tapestries, and up a wide staircase to the second floor, then up another narrow stairway.
On her way up, Susanna caught a glimpse of the outside through the small hall window. She saw stars and knew that it was night. They led her to a modern door and rang the buzzer; the door slid open. They told Susanna to enter and the door closed behind her. Raina and Thea did not stay.
She was in Number One's apartment! In the center of a reception hall, she saw that the walls, floor and ceiling were covered with sheets of steel. There was no furniture in the room, but hanging from the ceiling were small electric lights encased in a free-form arrangement of clear plastic tubes. It seemed to Susanna that she was inside an ice cube. Then she saw Link; he looked magnificent!
His hair was full, longer than she'd remembered it. His body was glistening with oil. He was barefoot and wearing only a small patch of leather which covered his crotch and was held by chains over each hip. The leather barely concealed his cock and balls, which swung from side to side as he moved.
"Follow!" he commanded.
He turned and Susanna once again admired his sinewy back and buttocks. She followed him into his bedroom, which was spacious and ultramodern. The walls were covered with silver vinyl as was the ceiling. On the floor there was a black fur rug and in the center of the room there was a specially built bed which was a plastic frame around a clear water-filled mattress. There were lights underneath and spinning throughout the room. It was like a carnival funhouse.
Link advanced to the bed and removed his loincloth. He got on his hands and knees and bellowed, "Give me my present!"
Susanna stood motionless. The lights bounced on the silver of the prick which stood straight out from her. She walked toward him on the soft carpet, toward his upturned ass. The cheeks were spread apart and she could see the dark area which was his ass-hole. It was staring at her like an eye. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Susanna got on the bed behind him and positioned the silver prick against his hole.
As soon as the cold metal touched the tissues of his ass-hole, he screamed, "NOW! NOW!! "
She pressed the weight of her body against the apparatus which was strapped to her and began to insert it into his ass-hole.
"Deep!" he gasped.
She rammed the silver cock so forcefully that he had to fight for breath. She became aware of the dog's distorted reflections in the vinyl walls. This upset her. She glanced around and couldn't tell where the real dog was sitting. As she fucked him, he began jerking his hips from side to side, making tight circles around the imbedded cock. She continued her strokes, the silver cock began to slide backwards, entering her cunt until half of it was inside her and half of it was inside him.
A double fuck!
They slammed against each other, fucking with powerful strokes. He would ram his buttocks against her thighs until their flesh was nearly fused. He reached behind him and took her hand, guiding it to his cock, which was as hard as the silver one. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it passionately. She squeezed his big balls and manipulated them with one hand as she rapidly stroked his cock flesh with the other. They rode each other furiously and Susanna came again and again. Number One eased her from the bed and bent over a black vinyl chair. She continued pushing the prick deep into his ass, continuing to work on his cock until she felt it jerk rhythmically a few times before swelling that one last time. She held it steady as his cum spurted out of his swollen cock slit, spattering against the chair. She let go of his softening prick, letting it fall against his thigh. He pushed her away and the cock withdrew from his ass-hole, but part of it was still buried in her cunt.
He looked at the cum-spattered chair and said, "Clean it up."
He pushed her down toward it and Susanna licked the spilled semen off the chair seat, savoring each drop. When she had finished she stood up, awaiting his next command.
"Remove the cock," he commanded her. "Now, clean off the silver prick. Suck it completely clean!" Susanna ran her tongue over the entire length of the silver prick. She ran her tongue around it until it shone from her saliva. When Number One held out his hand to receive the cleaned instrument, she handed it to him; he held it up as if it were some sacred object of worship.
CHAPTER 8
Link disappeared into another room for a few minutes. When he came back he was carrying a chalice and a bottle of wine. He sat down on the edge of the bed and dropped a number of brightly colored pills into the chalice. He used the silver phallus to crush the pills into a powder, then filled the chalice nearly to the top with the red wine. He stirred it with the silver prick. He took a long drink and handed the goblet to Susanna. She, too, drank deeply. When they had finished one glass, he repeated the action.
"This will give you the essential energy you'll need later. You are to be introduced to my twelve disciples tonight," he explained. He got down on his knees on the floor beside her and told her to lie flat on the floor. He cupped his hand and placed it ever her pussy mound and began to caress it. Her cunt began to pulsate and Susanna undulated her hips, spreading her legs further apart. Link parted the pink slit with two of his fingers. He drank a mouthful of the wine and leaned forward, pressing his lips against her cunt lips. His lips puckered and he squirted the wine deep into her snatch. Susanna closed her eyes and leaned back while Link buried his face in her crotch and ran his tongue over the soft pussy hair. He licked up one side of her cunt and down the other. Link dipped his tongue into her cunt and began lapping up the sweetened wine. He buried his tongue deep into her hole and his tongue stunned her clitoris. Running his tongue over the sensitive knob, he massaged it lightly with his teeth. His biting got rougher and he began to chew on her clit. She was going out of her mind. She thought he was going to bite the clitoris in two. Link left her clitoris and dug his tongue into her pussy, moving it rapidly in and out. She could feel her muscles tensing and she moaned louder and louder as she reached another orgasm.
"Ooooh! Link! Oh, God! Oh, Link!" she screamed as his mouth sucked in her sweet secretions. He licked and lapped at her with a frenzy, sucking her cunt until it was free of every trace of her juices and the wine. Susanna writhed on the fur rug until the tickling sensation left her body.
Link stood up and drank from the chalice again. He looked down at the prone girl cruelly.
"Don't you thank your master ... your god?"
Susanna scrambled up, throwing her arms around his legs.
"Oh, yes! Thank you, Link. Thank you ... Number One!" She ran her tongue down the inside of his calf and began kissing his feet.
He looked down at her with scorn. He lifted his foot slightly. She held it and pressed her lips against his big toe. She sucked it into her mouth and licked it and then went on to the next, and the next, until she sucked each of his toes. He lifted his other foot and forced her to repeat the action.
"That's it, slave. Show your humility. You're less than nothing. Suck my feet. Worship them! Adore them as you would any other part of my body!"
Link pulled his foot from her lips and pressed it against her face, forcing her face down to the floor. He pressed his foot on her cheek, and said, "We're going to go downstairs now and meet the others. You are to do exactly as you're told by any or all of my guests, but at no time are to forget that I, and I alone, am Number One! Your master! Your god!"
She remained on the floor as he put the hooks back through his nipples and the hanging chain with the five-pointed star pendant on it. He slipped into a pair of high boots, then took down a thin silver chain from the wall-her leash. He snapped it in the hook of her collar and led her down the two flights of stairs to the first floor main room, which was now filled with people.
Psychedelic lights and obscene rock music filled the room.
She was frightened. She looked at the people who were in varying stages of nudity. As Link led her through the crowd, the cavorting mob became still, except for audible gasps of appreciation for Susanna's beautiful face and body.
Link led her to the center of the room, to a dais. He led her up the thirteen steps to the platform. He bent low and the members of his cult looked up at him in lustful admiration. He held up his hand and silenced them. He began speaking to them in a voice different than the one he'd used upstairs. It was more like a minister's.
"Tonight you have seen the new initiate to the ritual. She has been made aware of her lowly position and is knowledgeable of the initiation process which will lead her to the ritual. She is to embark on her journey of humility with one purpose in mind, to give pleasure to my twelve disciples as well as myself. She is as willing as she is beautiful. I think you will find her sexually amusing. Tonight, let us pleasure ourselves to the utmost!"
He grabbed his cock and began fondling it. The members of the group cheered and followed suit. The men manipulated their cocks until they stood out from their bodies, straight and stiff. The women caressed their cunts, jamming their fingers in deeply, anticipating pleasure with bigger and better things. They began a frenzied dance of masturbation around the dais.
As the music became louder, spinning mirrored balls bounced circles of light around. The people shouted and called out obscene things to one another. It seemed to Susanna to be not unlike a revivalist meeting she had once been to as a child.
Number One watched them, placing his hands on Susanna's shoulders.
"Kneel!" he roared.
She fell to her knees. He turned from her and bent over.
"The kiss!" He spread his legs and pulled his ass cheeks apart. The crowd cheered, encouraging Susanna. She bent forward and pressed her lips against his ass-hole. She dug her tongue deep inside and moved it around and around, rimming him with abandon.
He turned his head toward her. "Enough!"
She moved away and he stayed in position. Each person in turn, man and woman, paid him homage with the ultimate kiss. Susanna watched, her eyes counting nearly thirty people. When the last person had finished rimming Number One, he stood up, stretched and returned his attention to
Susanna. He unhooked the chain leash from her collar, wrapped it around his waist and guided her down the stairs and into the festival of flesh.
Hands fondled her body as she walked through the crowd. The people were entwined about each other, rubbing, licking and sucking. When Number One clapped his hands together, the people froze in position.
"And now I must introduce my lowly servant to my twelve disciples!"
He moved away from her and walked up the stairs to the dais. The men and women who were not disciples stepped away from Susanna, leaving a large space around her. Some of them sat on the steps of the dais, others crouched on their haunches, but all eyes were on Susanna.
Susanna looked behind her in the direction of the mob. Twelve men stood in a straight line along the wall. In the wild light it was difficult to see their faces. She thought that she could make out the three that she already knew, Christian, Costas and Zack. All of them seemed to have one thing in common-an immense cock.
Susanna became excited. They walked toward her and formed a circle around her, standing thigh to thigh. The other people in the room scrambled to their feet. Some were allowed to go up on the dais with Number One to get a better view of the proceedings.
Number One bellowed, "These, then, are my twelve disciples. Please each one of them!" The disciples turned away from her and bent at the waist, exposing their buttocks and ass-holes to her. Susanna fell to her hands and knees, knowing what was expected of her.
The first man's buttocks were covered with fine blonde hair. She stared for a moment at his pink ass-hole and then covered it with her mouth. The man rolled his buttocks and moaned loudly. She worked her tongue into his ass until he straightened up again, and then she moved to the next man, her procedure much the same.
She continued rimming each man in turn until she was back where she had started.
Number One clapped his hands and each man turned to face Susanna. She was hemmed in by twelve cocks. She leaned forward and kissed the head of the first man's prick. It was thick and larger than average, but not as large as Link's. She opened her lips, allowing it to slide into her mouth. The swollen head rubbed against the roof of her mouth as it passed on its way down her throat. She began breathing through her nose. The man kept pushing it forward, throwing her off her balance. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and held on as he pounded his thick meat down her throat. The veins of his throbbing prick were beating against her flattened tongue with rhythmic pulses. She steadied her position and let one arm drop from his thighs, then cupped his low hanging balls in her hand and squeezed his nuts. The man was pulling his throbbing cock almost all the way out of her mouth and then thrusting it violently in again. He increased his tempo and she could feel his organ swelling inside her mouth. His hands came forward and he thrust his nails into her shoulders as his body began to jerk spasmodically.
She felt and tasted the coming of his cream. He flooded her throat and mouth with his hot juice, banging his pelvis against her face until his prick began to grow limp. She let his cock go reluctantly and moved on to the next man.
He had a large thick cock which was uncircumcised. She caressed the loose foreskin, pulling it back and forth. It clung stickily to the red cockhead which was shiny with his fluid. She clamped her mouth over the head and pushed his foreskin back once again with her lips. She worked mainly on the head of his cock, holding the foreskin tight in her mouth and working it back and forth as she sucked him. The cock increased in size. It was very thick and Susanna was glad he hadn't insisted on pushing the whole thing into her mouth. She ran her fingers, through the curly pubic hair of the man as she sucked his cock with increasing speed. The man writhed sensually as he felt his climax approaching. Susanna could vaguely hear the other members of the group who were on the dais, shouting to her.
"That's it, blonde girl! Suck him dry and get the next one!"
"Get that load, cunt!"
The man tensed his thighs and stood almost on tiptoe as he shot. Susanna gasped and sputtered and tears rolled down her cheeks as she worked at getting the man's entire load. His cum seemed to be unending and she swallowed again and again. Finally, she sucked out the last drop, running her tongue over his cockhead and under the foreskin. He moved away from her and she moved on to the next.
Still savoring the sweet cum taste in her mouth, she clamped her lips around the next swollen prick. This one was long and veered slightly to the right. She moved her head around so that she could suck him without biting him. Within seconds the man was groaning.
"Oh, God ... oh, God ... TAKE IT!"
His load hammered down her throat and she swallowed it hungrily. She was disappointed that he had cum so quickly. She moved her head under his cock and licked his nuts several times before she started on the next disciple.
She moved close to him, pressing her breasts against his knees. His kneecaps rubbed against her nipples and they became stiffer. Her own body ached for release. She wished silently to herself that she could be getting fucked as she was sucking off the twelve men. His cock was fleshy and thick, with a perfectly shaped head which flared out slightly. She took it in her hand and rubbed it over her face. The excited man's juices were flowing from the hole in his cockhead and the stickiness coated her cheeks. She squeezed the base of his cock tightly and watched it get redder and redder. She suddenly plunged it into her mouth. The man's body shivered as she gave him an expert cocksucking. She let her hands creep around to his buttocks and fingered his ass-hole. She felt the tight ring respond to her touch as she finger-fucked him, sucking him off at the same time. His load was acid-tasting, slightly stronger than the others she had swallowed, but somehow, more delicious. '
On to the next!
By the time Susanna had reached the tenth man, her mouth was sore and aching, as was her throat. She felt slightly queasy and that she couldn't take another load. But she must! She must please the disciples, and in so doing, she would please Number One. Only three more to go! The crowd was screaming hoarsely in the background. Susanna's knees ached and she felt faint.
His long swollen prick stood straight out, waiting for her mouth. There was a small tattooed star on the head of his cock, the same star with the circle around it that Link wore on his pendant. Susanna looked up at him. He had a lanky but muscular body and there were intricate designs in blue, green and red tattooed on his body, swirling over his pelvis, chest and arms. He looked down at her and smiled. No, she thought, he wasn't smiling; the upward tilt at the corners of his mouth were small tattoo lines which gave him the appearance of constantly smiling. She shuddered as he pressed his heavily veined cock against her face. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue in long, wet strokes.
"Suck it," the man said roughly as he rammed his prick deep into her mouth, scraping it along her teeth. Susanna saw his fist clench but he didn't strike her. She widened her mouth and began sucking his swollen joint.
"Use your teeth!" he demanded.
She bit down on the cock muscles and covered the head and shaft with all-encompassing bites. The man groaned and clenched his teeth, telling her to bite harder. She clamped her teeth down, using more force.
"HARDER!" he commanded.
She bit his prick with such force that she was sure she'd brought blood. A salty taste flowed through her mouth. She had! Susanna choked. Out of the corner of her mouth a thin trickle of bloody saliva ran. As soon as the tattooed man saw the blood, his cock shuddered several times and he shot his strong tasting load down her throat. She had trouble swallowing it. She was fighting a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She gagged and swallowed, managing to finish him off without throwing up.
He pushed her to the awaiting crotch of number eleven.
Now the crowd had come closer. Several of the people were seated on the floor or kneeling, poking their heads through the legs of the other standing men. They gasped with pleasure as they watched Susanna. Several of them had their hands on the disciples' cocks, balls and asses. Some were absent-mindedly sucking them, but their main attention was on Susanna, wondering if she'd be able to take two more.
As she fell in front of the eleventh man, she thought she could not take another load. She looked up at the man. She didn't have far to look; he was only about five feet tall. A short beefy man, with overdeveloped arms and chest. He was wearing tinted glasses.
"Eat it, baby," he said, grinning.
Susanna was aware that he was missing several teeth. His cock must have accounted for at least a tenth of his total body weight. It was the size of a baby's arm, with a head that was flared like an inverted trumpet. Susanna closed her eyes and opened her mouth as far as she could.
"That's the way, sweetheart," he rasped as he jammed his cock against her bruised lips. It wouldn't fit! He struggled with it and finally squeezed it past her stretched lips and mouth. She could only take about one-third of his giant prick. Her eyes watered and her nostrils flared as the short man gouged his thick joint in and out of her mouth. Susanna saw stars and wished he would hurry up and cum. She hoped that his load was not in proportion to his cock. Unfortunately, number eleven took his time. Her lips were rubbed raw by his thick, stabbing muscle. He worked his hips slowly, feeding his cock into her mouth, undulating his ass from side to side and enjoying the sight of his prick stretching her cheeks.
Number twelve cleared his throat impatiently, encouraging the short man to speed up the rhythm. He wrapped his fist around the large portion of cock that he couldn't get into her mouth and began to masturbate it. Seconds later he came. She gagged as the hot sticky jets of cum filled her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed but some of it went up into her nose and she coughed. The short man seemed to enjoy her agony, as if it proved he were the top man by cuming so much.
Susanna crawled to the last man. Number twelve!
Through bleary eyes, Susanna peered at him. He was more slender than the others and more handsome in a conventional sense ... right down to the cleft in his chin. He had long dark hair which hung over his deep-set eyes. His well proportioned body was covered with a fine mist of black hair. She touched his flesh. It was soft like an animals. Tufts of coarse hair grew around the base of his cock and even his cock was hairy-thick at first, and then gradually thinning out, leaving the cockhead bald and shiny. She pressed her mouth against the rampant pubic hair as she chewed the growth and sucked and bit the flesh beneath.
The man panted as he pumped his pelvis, grinding his groin into her mouth. She felt his large cock going past her neck and over her shoulder. His balls nestled against her throat, hot and furry. She slid her mouth down to them, saving the best part-his cock-for last. She sucked the left ball inside her mouth and with her fingers forced the other one in. When she allowed the balls to slide out of her mouth, the hair was matted with her saliva. His cock throbbed at the side of her neck. She took it into her hands and kissed the head of it. She sucked it inside her mouth with great pressure, then she pulled it out and looked at it, swollen and bright red. Her tongue pressed against the slit on the head and she wormed the tip of it inside. Susanna was determined to get his entire dick down her throat. Her saliva was flowing hungrily and so were the juices of her cunt. She wished that she could have the handsome man's cock in her hole, stuffing her cunt and filling it with his cream. Another time, perhaps. For now, she would have to be content with sucking him off ... and that was very pleasurable. She worked her mouth around it, adjusting her head to engulf the entire cock. Little by little she managed to take all of the shaft, her upper lip against his pubic hair and the lower lip touching his scrotum. She moved her head back and the cockhead touched the roof of her mouth. She pulled away from it so that only the bloated head of his cock remained inside of her warm mouth, then she abruptly dropped her head down on his pounding dick, burying it in her constricting throat. She watched the man's face as she sucked him. His eyes were closed tightly and his nostrils flared. His mouth was twisted in a sensual grin. She increased the velocity of her strokes and could feel the intense heat of his cock permeating the inside of her mouth and throat. She held on to his hairy buttocks, which tightened and relaxed with each movement of her mouth. She banged her head against his grinding crotch. Now, she thought. Now! Let me taste that heavenly juice.
As if he had read her mind, his cock began to explode cum. Susanna didn't want to take it straight down the throat-she wanted to taste it. She quickly pulled it out of her mouth until the head was balanced on the tip of her outstretched tongue. The man watched as his cream poured out of his cock hole, onto her tongue, and down her throat. Susanna squeezed his cock and balls, milking them dry.
The crowd began cheering. She heard Number One's voice above the din.
"We are all pleased by your performance! Now ... let my twelve disciples show you their appreciation."
The twelve men formed a tight circle around her once again and one by one, began to piss hot streams. It poured down on her as she rolled around on the floor, covered with the warm caress of the cascading urine. The men moved the circle around her until each man had pissed into her awaiting lips. When they finally finished, they shook their cocks off and broke the circle. Susanna lay in a pool of their yellow shower, completely drenched.
Number One had Raina and Thea take Susanna down the spiral staircase so that she could clean up. Susanna felt dazed, but she could tell from the expressions on the two women's faces that they were jealous and that she had done well. She went back to her room and took a long, soothing shower. Afterwards she used a blower to dry her hair. The two women kept urging her to hurry but Susanna took her time, redoing her make-up and rubbing her body with sweet-smelling lotion.
When she was ready they went back upstairs, where a full scale orgy was in process. Everybody was lying on the floor indulging themselves. Everybody except Number One, who appeared to be waiting for her. He was leaning against the dais, still nude, still erect. He was smoking a thin brown cigarette and seemed oblivious to what was going on around him.
As Susanna was led to him, he said, "I compliment you on your performance. You will join the others. I will watch!"
He snapped his fingers and three women who had been watching him rushed forth. They fell to their knees and squeezed their bodies together, forming a row of upturned buttocks. Link smiled and sat down across their backs.
Susanna looked around her. Everywhere ... writhing bodies! She looked back at Number One, who impatiently gestured her forward. She walked into the middle of the undulating crowd. Hands and mouths touched her flesh and she was pulled down into the midst of them. Arms! Legs! All around her!
She could not tell what sex they belonged to. Capsules of amyl nitrate were held under her nostrils and popped. Susanna fell into a state of sensual dizziness; desire expanded within her until she was one of them. The bodies broke apart suddenly and one of the men stood up. He was a giant light-skinned black. He moved several of the other men aside and came toward Susanna, his eyes blazing. He knelt down, pushing her to her back. He took his mammoth cock in his hand and rubbed it across the contours of her stomach, then pressed the head against her cunt lips. Susanna could feel the sudden heat from the rounded cockhead as the taut flesh pushed against the lips of her cunt. She wanted him to penetrate her and she suddenly cried out.
"FUCK ME! Stick it in my cunt! Fill me up with your big black prick!"
She arched her body upwards, attempting to impale herself upon his prick. He held back for a moment, smiling at her need, before he aimed his cock at her slit. She felt the first touch of his burning flesh against the edges of her pussy. He slowly pushed against her, opening up her lips with his prick, stuffing his tremendous black meat into her with a calculated slowness. She urged him on, rolling her head from side to side ecstatically.
"Ooooooh ... let me have it all! NOW! Shove that fat black cock up into my pussy until I ... SCREAM!"
With each stroke forward, he withdrew slightly, pausing atop her, and then once more easing his slippery cock back into her, taking his time and heightening both the agony and ecstasy of their fuck.
"FUCK ME, NIGGER! HURT ME!! ! "
She grabbed his body, feeling his narrow hips. She dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling him into her furiously.
"Mmmmmm...." he moaned, "I see the new girl digs spade muscle. You like nigger prick, don't you, baby? I can tell you dig my black dick the way you're pulling me into your white, tiiiiiighht, mmmmm ... hot little ... pussy!"
She lifted her legs high and wrapped them around the bunched muscles of his ass as he ground his lithe body into her, spreading her pussy wide. She bucked under his stormy lunges, grinding her pussy into his groin. She dug her fingers into his ass; one finger sought out his ass-hole and played with the puckered ring, slithering in and out of the tight opening and forcing him to increase the strength of his lunges until she was gasping for breath beneath him.
The fires within Susanna blazed higher from the pain of his searing black prick tearing at her pussy. Shivers ran through her body, causing her to tremble and shake spasmodically under his attack.
Maliciously, the black man pulled his cock out of her torn pussy and rested it on her heaving stomach. He leered down at her.
"STICK IT BACK IN! PLEASE!" Susanna begged the giant black in an agonizing shrill. "FUCK ME!"
She reached for his slippery prick and he cast her hands away. The wicked smile widened on his face as he rubbed the purple head of his bulging cock up and down her red-hot snatch, teasing her until she was crying for him to re-enter her.
"Get up on your knees, bitch. You're nothing but a dog, so I'm gonna fuck you like one!"
He rolled off Susanna, easily lifted her into a kneeling position and crawled behind her trembling buttocks. He pressed the head of his cock against the outer lips of her pussy and let it rest there momentarily.
"Now ... you've been screaming for nigger prick, right, baby? Well, that's exactly what I'm gonna ram you with. NOW!"
With one pussy-tearing lunge, he drove the enormous length of his cock high up into her belly. Susanna screamed for just a moment before she passed out from the pain.
She was brought back to consciousness moments later by cold towels administered by Raina. The black man was still lunging deeply into her. She gasped for air and stiffened her arms out to the floor, trying to hold herself rigidly under his pounding lunges. The pain in her pussy was delicious and Susanna was experiencing one orgasm after another.
The man was too stubborn to let her have the upper hand. He held off until he was prepared to climax.
Susanna begged and pleaded with him, but he withheld until he could hold back no longer. Suddenly, his cock, which was stretching the walls of her cunt to the fullest, seemed to expand even more. He tensed his body and shoved his hard muscle even deeper into the swollen flesh of her pussy.
The black man beckoned to another man in the crowd. A swarthy man rushed forward willingly. He had a huge, wedge-shaped cock, which jiggled up and down as he approached the fucking couple.
"Stick your prick into her white mouth!" the black man shouted. "Let's give this bitch our cum from both ends until they meet in her middle!"
The swarthy man knelt down in front of Susanna and stuffed his meat into her mouth. She sucked up and down on it, savoring the feeling of having two big cocks fucking her holes at once. He cupped her face with his hands, pushing his cock deep into her throat until she coughed and gagged around its thickness.
"Fuck her face, Ivan," the crowd cheered. "Screw her pussy, Ned!"
The two men plummeted her body with their dicks. Other members of the group pinched her as she writhed beneath the onslaught of the two cocks. They fingered the stretched lips of her cunt, pinched her nipples and caressed her perspiring body.
The black began to move faster and she could feel that his heavy cock was about to explode within her. He threw his arms around her waist and pressed his face against her back, digging into her soft flesh with his teeth as his cock began to shoot.
He rocked her back and forth as he emptied his hot seed into the highest reaches of her tortured pussy. He released her, pulling his cock out with a loud sucking sound. The swarthy man continued to ram his prick into Susanna's face, paying little attention to the other man's withdrawal.
Another man crawled up behind her and her cunt twitched expectantly. But instead of putting his prick into her pussy, he pressed the head against her puckered ass-hole. She could feel the tense muscle begin to relax from the heat of his cock. He pushed it into her ass roughly. She spread her legs wide apart, stretching her pelvis as far as it would go.
The searing pain in her ass mounted as the man continued to fuck her dry. He had neither moistened his cock or her ass-hole. Finally, she began to secrete, lubricating her burning flesh.
A slender man got involved in the activities. He slid beneath Susanna until their bodies were in a crisscross. He pressed his cock up to her cunt and jammed it in.
Oh, God, Susanna cried to herself. All these cocks are going to meet inside me and split me open!
The thin man picked up the rhythm of the other two and the three of them worked savagely on Susanna's body. She had her mouth open as wide as it would go around Ivan's cock and the heat from it seared her mouth, expanded her cheeks and smarted the sore corners of her lips.
Perspiration was pouring off Susanna's body. Most of the men at the orgy had gathered around her and were either watching or anxious to participate. Susanna indeed was the sensation of the evening. The other women were jealous; some of them found sexual solace with each other but most of them stood around the ring of bodies surrounding Susanna, muttering in angry tones.
Through her watering eyes, Susanna could see Number One watching her. He was still lying atop the bodies of the three kneeling women who were absently fondling him. His eyes never left her. He seemed amused by the anger incurred by the other women, almost as if he were pitting her against the other women in the organization.
Susanna began moving her body so that she set up a rhythmic, balanced motion, blending the action of the cock going down her throat with the ones in her cunt and her ass-hole. She yearned for them to cum simultaneously, to completely scald her insides with their fluids. She began to use her teeth on the prick in her mouth, shoving it from one side to the other on every stroke. The man who was fucking her mouth groaned ecstatically as he felt her teeth gnawing at his cock. She ground her pelvis faster, all but sucking the other two pricks into her body with her cunt and ass-hole. Still she wanted more!
More cocks!
As if they read her minds, two men came forward, knelt down and began rubbing their cocks over her large swollen tits. Two more came forward and knelt by her thighs. They forced their cocks into the crevice behind her knees. Two more came forward, knelt near the man who was fucking her in the mouth. They rubbed their bursting cocks over her cheeks and ears. Still two more moved forward, tightening the circle of male flesh which surrounded Susanna. They pressed their cocks against her wherever they could find an opening. One pressed his prick against her hip, the other against her shoulder, rubbing, rubbing the hot cockheads against her vulnerable flesh.
She saw the large tattooed man circling the crowd, massaging his cock. The swollen slit glistened and the cock juice was flowing out to drip evenly on the ground, forming a wet ring of shiny drops on the floor around the group. Susanna admired his huge dick and wanted it in her mouth or ass or cunt, but she was already filled to capacity.
The tattooed man knelt behind the man who was fucking her ass-hole, forcing his cock straight in and alternating his plunging with a savage sideways motion. She moaned as the man pulled his thick cock almost out of her ass. She relaxed for a moment. His cock was completely covered with her ass juice and there were traces of red blood mingled with it. The last man, the tattooed man, knelt down close to the man who was fucking her in the ass and grasped the head of his cock just behind the corona. He pressed the head against the strained ass-hole. The ring gradually stretched and in an agonizing, shuddering agony she felt her flesh rip as he pushed forward.
She tried to scream but her mouth was filled with cock.
The agony of the two giant cocks pressing into her ass was almost too much to bear. She nearly fainted from the pain but yet at the same time, her mind and body were completely thrilled. This was beyond her wildest imaginings.
Twelve cocks!
Twelve of the biggest cocks she had ever seen were filling and covering her body! The twelve men began to time the rhythm of their strokes so that they could reach their climax at the same insane moment. There were thick, loud grunts as their bodies began to tense. Suddenly, their climaxes began. Load after load of hot sperm shot into her and onto her body. Into her cunt! Into her ass! Into her throat! And, hot cum coating every inch of her body!
Susanna reached the orgasm of her life. The burning fires of her passion rushed through her like rivers of lava. Instead of the series of small climaxes that she usually experienced, she had one monstrous orgasm. She lay on the floor, shuddering and gasping. The men who were within her withdrew at precisely the same moment, quickly, brutally, leaving her in a puddle of their sticky sperm.
Susanna's body stopped shuddering and she lay face down in the stickiness, not daring to move.
The men moved away from her and all of them left the room. Number One and the women remained. After the last man had gone, Number One surveyed the expressions on the faces of his female followers. They hated Susanna. They hated her youth, her beauty, her sensuality.
This time there would be no cleaning up for Susanna. This time she would have to satisfy the women, but in a much different manner! Number One stood up and walked over to her prone form. The cum on her body had begun to dry. Her hair was sticking to her face. Lifting her chin with the tip of his foot, Number One said with quiet fury, "You have dared to incur the hostility of my female followers! You must be punished!"
Susanna looked up at him in bewilderment. He let her head fall and turned away from her. He seated himself once again on the dais and gave the women the signal. The gathering edged toward Susanna, their voices hissing. Susanna felt them pounce upon her, their talon-sharp fingernails dug into her flesh. She was lifted and carried to the far end of the room where they laid her across a large round wheel which was three feet above the floor. Susanna stared upward, aware only of the beamed ceiling, which seemed to be moving. She felt their hot breaths against her as they leaned in to threaten her or call her vile names. Susanna was tied to the wheel, bound at the ankles and wrists in an X position with strips of leather. Susanna saw their hands begin to spin the wheel she was attached to. Their faces hovering over her became blurred images, dizzyingly flying around her. A glob of wetness struck her cheek. Someone had spit! Another! Her breasts! Another and another-soon all the women were spitting on her as she was being spun in a circle of hate.
"Oh, God, stop!" Susanna screamed.
The women laughed at her, a ripple at first and then expanding into a full throated roar. When their laughter subsided, Susanna could hear the raucous laughter of Number One reverberating through the room. Was this the end for her? And for the ritual?
The wheel was abruptly stopped and her body was thrown forward but restrained by the taut leather digging into her wrists and ankles.
For a moment everything was still and then, like trickles of water, Susanna heard small evil whispers swirling among the women. She prayed that their revenge was over. She was barely able to see through her matted eyes but what she saw horrified her. The women brought a brazier into the room. It was filled with hot coals. In it, licked by the flames, was the giant silver phallus.
"NOOOOOOO!" she shrieked.
Raina, wearing asbestos gloves, withdrew the white-hot prick and held it high for Susanna to see. She spit on it. The saliva sputtered as it hit the phallus and turned into steam. Raina turned to Susanna, her face twisted in a sadistic smile. She brought the phallus close to Susanna's face. Susanna could feel the ghastly heat ... closer and closer until several strands of Susanna's hair caught fire, filling the air with a foul odor. Then Raina moved behind Susanna, out of her line of vision and substituted the heated phallus with one that had been packed in ice. She giggled cruelly at the deception. She moved quickly around Susanna, holding the substitution up for the terrified girl to see. The other women undid Susanna's bound ankles and pulled her legs apart as far as they would go.
"Please-don't," Susanna begged, knowing that her pleadings were useless. She watched in horror as Raina held the icy cock high above her pelvis and then plunged it downward toward her cunt. Susanna screamed, a high pitiful sound like wind whistling through trees.
CHAPTER 9
Number One unlocked the door to his office, entered and relocked the door behind him. His office was on the first floor of the brownstone and was off limits to everyone but himself and Raina, who acted as his secretary. It was a large soundproof room containing a desk, a chair, a couch and several large standing files. From this room, Number One conducted his business affairs. His cult was growing as he knew it would. People were clamoring to join. Link was careful in screening his applicants. Their "peculiarities" were not enough. They had to afford the fees constantly required of them. His members had to pay for their perverse pleasures, and they had to pay plenty. There were others, of course, who were selected as Susanna had been, who could be of use to the group. They were picked out for their beauty or handsomeness and willingness to perform the obscene things required of them. Link parted the draperies and looked out through the iron grill which covered the window.
Outside-the normal world. People hurrying by, bundled up against the early winter winds. Across the street in a small park, children played among skeletal trees, watched over by sharp-eyed mothers or nurses. In spite of the warmth of the room, Link shuddered involuntarily. He disliked the winter and since he had come east, he had never gotten used to it. He closed the drapery and went to his desk and sat down. He was dressed in his usual manner, boots, soft leather pants and an open leather vest cut wide enough in front to reveal his pectoral muscles and jutting nipples. His fingers toyed with the rings through his nipples and traced the delicate chain which hung between and supported the amulet. It was a gift from Salvador McVey, the infamous high priest of the Church of Satan in San Francisco.
Link stared at a silver-framed photo of his mentor which adorned his desk. It was a typical satanic pose designed to delight the press and McVey's own sense of theatrics. He was a rugged man with a shaved head. His features were paradoxical; his forehead sloped forward over deep set benign eyes, black and intense; his nose was powerfully sculptured; but his mouth was small like a woman's and soft with its own Mona Lisa-like smile. He had a small ea.-ring pierced through his left ear and over his shoulders he wore a black cape lined in blood red satin. Around his neck was an ornament on a chain in the same design as Link's, a five-pointed star held in a circle, the symbol of devil worship. In the corner there was a scrawled message: "Whither thou goest, I will go!"
Link laughed to himself at McVey's sense of humor. He picked up a stack of unopened letters and began to go through them, making notes in the margins for replies that Raina could handle, putting aside the more complicated ones for later. He would tape the replies on a Dictaphone for Raina to type and send.
The letters contained the usual requests for admission, and checks, or gifts, as Link preferred to call them, from his customers-his members of the cult. The checks would be deposited in his own personal bank account, an account which was rapidly growing.
An hour and a half later, he had finished the correspondence. He got up and unlocked the door of a huge vault behind the desk. The combination was known only to himself and Raina. It was large enough to walk into. Inside, the walls were lined with highly personal correspondence and photographs. There were neatly stacked cartons containing money, bonds and jewelry and an abundance of personal tapes, most of them made by the many people who submitted themselves to the ritual.
Link's fingers searched the files and found what he wanted-Susanna's tapes. He relocked the vault and placed one of her tapes on the Dictaphone. He laid down on the couch to listen. Susanna's voice filled the room and his thoughts when she declared, "I never lived before ... I have only just begun to live now!"
A thin smile curved on Link's lips. Yes, I give them new life and they adore me, worship me. I am their leader, their god. This is just the beginning for me. The cult will expand and I will become more powerful than Salvador. He closed his eyes, soothed into a delicious lethargy by the rhythm of Susanna's voice.
Link was born Lincoln Timberlane, near San Francisco. He was the only child of Doctor Walter
Timberlane and his wife Phyllis. Link had been entirely unexpected, at least to his father. His mother explained that she had miscalculated-or perhaps she hadn't. At the time Link was conceived, his father had planned to divorce his mother, who had become an alcoholic.
Doctor Timberlane was aghast at the news of his wife's "little secret." He became so infuriated at her deception that he threw her down the steps in a clumsy attempt to abort her. His mother screamed and threatened lawsuits but dropped her threats when she found that the baby was all right and that her husband had stopped divorce proceedings.
The last thing Phyllis Timberlane wanted was a divorce. She had it too easy-a large expensive house in an exclusive section, servants, money for clothes and alcohol and lovers, and a husband who rarely bothered her. She wasn't about to be thrown out. Link's father resigned himself to the situation and sought his pleasure by amassing money. Doctor Timberlane was the unethical type of doctor who dispensed amphetamines and barbiturates at random to his patients, making himself very popular with wealthy people and members of the acting profession who were willing to pay for quick panaceas.
Link was virtually ignored by his parents and was brought up by a nurse who doubled as his babysitter and his mother's overseer.
Ever since he could remember, Link hated his mother. She was a weak woman who drank brandy as if it were water. She gave him little attention and less affection. She spent the bulk of her time in beauty parlors or lovers' apartments. As the years went by lovers were harder to find; his mother was given to putting on weight and the alcohol didn't help. She eventually came to look like a bloated, aging chorus girl with bleached hair, extravagant make-up and soft, doughy skin.
His father spent most of his time in his office in the city. Coming home as late as possible, he paid little attention to his son and even less to his wife. When they did confront each other, they would invariably fight and in Link's young life, his parents' fights were the most interesting thing that happened.
They generally didn't fight in the house, they were concerned about the servants and nurse hearing them, not to mention their son. They would get into a heated argument and go out to the large garage, get in one of the cars and fight each other both physically and verbally until they both tired. The fights usually took place at night, when Link was in bed. He would crawl out of his bedroom window, over the roof of the breezeway and onto the roof of the garage. In the center of the garage roof there was a turret with jalousied windows on all four sides and a weathervane on top.
Link would sit by this turret and he could hear his parents argue, and depending on the position of the cars, he could sometimes see them punching each other in the front seat.
Link was eleven years old the night it happened. The fights had gotten more violent and both his parents sported a variety of bruises. The fight had started in the house. Evidently his father had hit his mother because she screamed so loud that she woke Link from a deep sleep. He ran out of his room and listened. They were in the hallway downstairs.
It seemed that his mother was just getting home from an evening with one of her various gigolos.
His father had knocked his mother to the floor and she lay there sobbing and swearing at him. Then she jumped up and went at his face with her fingernails. Link's father managed to open the door and they continued fighting all the way to the garage. Link lost no time scurrying across the roof and securing himself in his favorite listening spot.
Although the garage was dark, there was enough moonlight coming in the windows for him to see what was happening. They had gotten into the Cadillac at the far end, thrashing and cursing each other loudly. His mother screamed and it suddenly stopped, followed by a loud gurgling sound. Link's eyes strained to see what was happening. Everything became quiet for several minutes and Link wondered what was going on. Then his father got out of the car and went around to the passenger side. His face was ghastly white in the moonlight.
He opened the door and Link saw his mother fall out.
His father put his arms under hers and dragged her through the garage, in the direction of the cellar. Link watched transfixed. Her eyes were open and bulging in surprise and there were small dark bruises on her neck. His father opened the basement door and pulled her inside.
Link crept back into the house and very quietly walked through the kitchen to the basement door. He opened it slowly, very slowly. He could hear muffled noises. He walked down the steps as far as he could go without being seen by his father, but he could see what was happening in the shadows reflected against the basement wall.
His father was dismembering his mother. He watched the entire process with fascination. Afterwards his father wrapped each of the parts in plastic and cleaned up the mess. Link crept back up the steps. His father then put the grizzly packages into the trunk of the Cadillac and drove away.
Link wondered what his father was going to do to conceal his murder. What he didn't know was that his father drove to his office and finished what he had started.
He made up a mixture combining one part nitric acid to three parts hydrochloric acid in a compound called aqua regia. He poured the mixture into a porcelain tub and disposed of his wife's remains right down to the bones.
The next morning Doctor Timberlane called the police and reported his wife's absence. He made repeated reference to her drinking and alluded to her many low-life lovers. And that was that.
For several months Link had wondered what his father had done with her body. He was secretly glad that his father had seemingly gotten away with it, but still, he would like to have known the details.
Nearly a year later, Link was waiting for his father in his office. The doctor was to take his son shopping for new school clothing. The waiting room was filled with wealthy people, anxiously waiting their turn with their "kindly" doctor. Link was bored with reading magazines. He opened a door and entered an inner office which was rarely used. There were cabinets of pills and tubes of serums. He read the labels on the pills and decided to steal a few, perhaps to sell to his school chums who were always looking for ups.
After filling his pocket, his eyes came to rest on a closet door. It had always been empty but he wondered if perhaps his father hadn't stored other kinds of pills inside. He put his hand to the door handle and opened it. Link caught his breath. Inside was a grinning skeleton! Link knew instantly what had become of his mother, and why the police had found no traces of her. He examined it. It had been expertly wired together-a neat job, except for one blonde hair matted to the back of the skull.
Link closed the door and sat down, smiling to himself, wondering what his knowledge was worth to his father.
Link didn't return to the waiting room. About a half-hour later he heard his father calling him.
"I'm in here, father."
His father entered the room and saw Link sitting, smiling at him beside the open closet door.
"Nice specimen you have here, father. Tell me, is it true that female skeletons are easier to obtain than male?"
His father didn't reply but hastily closed the closet door and said, "Let's go!"
They drove to Gump's department store and instead of going to the budget departments where Link generally had to buy his clothes, he guided his father to the most expensive section.
Link wore clothes well, he was big for his age and had filled out with youthful muscle. He had been working out with weights since he was eleven and the physical result had been worth it. His father sat patiently for an hour and then finally said to Link, "Well, what things do you want?"
"I'll take them all."
"What?"
"I said, I'll take them all!"
His father paid for the clothes and they rode back to their home in silence. Thus began a bond of blackmail between Link and his father.
By the time Link was fifteen he was a spoiled, greedy teenager, always used to having things his way. Whatever he wanted, his repentant father got for him.
Link's interest in sex had become overpowering. Masturbation bored him and he was intent on getting some of "the real thing."
And, Link thought that the real thing might be just next door!
Her name was Mrs. Benson. She was married to a trial lawyer and for an older woman she certainly had what Link called "the goods." He watched her hungrily as she strutted around her pool, a drink in her hand and always waving to him.
"C'mon over and have a swim, Link!"
Link needed little encouragement; he dashed up to his room to put on his trunks, nylon briefs. The brief trunks showed off his young body to perfection and also outlined his thick cock for her to admire. He arranged his cock so that it was going across his stomach toward his hip and pulled the trunks down just a bit so that his thick black pubic hair would show. Satisfied with his look, he would run off and join Mrs. Benson, cursing his father for being too cheap to put in a pool of their own.
Mrs. Benson's eyes would light up behind her dark sunglasses when she surveyed the sexy young man. Link was sure that he could have her but he knew he would have to play it her way-a young innocent seduced by an older woman. That was okay with him as long as she would get to it soon!
One morning he waited impatiently for Mrs. Benson to appear by the pool. He decided to take matters into his own hands. He got into his trunks and sauntered across their connecting lawns. He knocked on the screen door of their patio. He half expected one of the servants to answer the door but instead Mrs. Benson answered it herself.
"Why, Link!" she said in happy surprise. "I must have overslept this morning...."
"I was wondering if you felt like a dip this morning, Mrs. Benson," he said giving her his brightest young-boy smile.
"Why sure, Link ... I'd love to. Come in a second while I get ready." She held the screen door open for him to enter and as he passed her, his arm and shoulder brushed against the tip of one of her sensitive breasts. Mrs. Benson pulled the nightgown tighter across her body and smiled at him as he looked at her and then away quickly. His face was flushing and so was hers.
"Sit down, Link. Would you like a glass of orange juice?"
"Yes, please."
She appraised the boy. He was big for his age, she thought, with sinewy shoulders and tanned, athletic arms. She stared at his narrow waist and couldn't help but wonder how big his cock was. She turned away from him and went to the bar to open a small refrigerator. She poured them both glasses of the orange liquid.
"Would you like something in it to buck it up?"
"Sure," replied Link, "why not?"
Mrs. Benson poured a hefty shot of vodka into each glass and stirred the drinks with her finger.
"You won't tell your father?" she said smilingly as she handed him the drink."
"No, Mrs. Benson. I don't tell my father anything!"
Link stared at her voluptuous breasts straining under the thin fabric and on down to her full, rounded hips. As she caught him looking she smiled at him.
"You always seem to be staring at me, Link," she said.
"Well, I...." the boy stammered.
"Oh, it's okay," she said. "I stare at you a lot, too ... or hadn't you noticed."
Wow, thought Link to himself ... this is it! "Yes, Mrs. Benson, I have noticed."
She raised her glass and struck it against the edge of his.
"Cheers! Here's to people who stare at other people!"
As Link was drinking the screwdriver, he noticed that the wrapper of her nightgown had fallen away and he could see the deep crease between her tits. They were full, soft and creamy white. He could even see the outline of her taut pink nipples. She's naked underneath! he thought.
Mrs. Benson ran her tongue over the edge of the glass and studied the boy. He was beautiful and just his closeness was sending wild sensations charging through her body. The whole thing was crazy, absolutely insane, but she had to touch him! She placed her hand on his shoulder and her touch brought goose bumps to his shoulder. She laughed as she felt the reaction.
"Does that always happen when a member of the opposite sex touches you, Link?
"I don't know, Mrs. Benson. I've never been touched by a female before."
"Oh, but you must have girlfriends, a handsome boy like you."
"Not really," replied Link.
"Don't you like girls?"
"Yes, sure but ... girls my age don't turn me on, Mrs. Benson."
She ran her hand lightly over his arm and took his hand in hers.
"If we're going to be friends, Link, you're going to have to stop calling me Mrs. Benson. It makes me feel old. Call me Laura."
"All right, Laura." Oh, God, he thought, she was getting his cock as stiff as a board. Surely she must be able to see it, it was almost sticking out of his trunks.
Laura let her tongue slip out and run over her dry lips nervously. She felt hot and flushed and her thoughts were racing madly as she moved closer to the handsome boy.
She slowly raised his hand to slip inside her filmy nightgown and pressed his hand against her heaving tits. She lowered her eyes and saw his cock straining against the nylon fabric. She pressed her lips against his cheek and dropped her hand and rubbed the full length of his swollen prick.
"You must like me, Link. I can feel that you do!"
She deftly slid her hand down inside his trunks and grabbed his thick cock. His body jerked uncontrollably as her hand touched him. Laura Benson was surprised by the length and thickness of the young boy's cock. She ran her fingers lightly over the soft velvety flesh and underneath she squeezed her hand around his thick, swollen balls.
"Come," she said suddenly, "let's go up to my room."
She led him up the back stairs, her hand still on his cock, and into her bedroom. She couldn't wait to get his trunks off and run her hands all over him. Mrs. Benson was going to make the most of this opportunity, no matter what the cost.
She locked the door of her bedroom and within minutes she was sprawled naked across the bed, looking at him. Her tits were full and round, her nipples hard, waiting for him ... and her cunt-Link could see her pink slit right down to the fine hair that was surrounding it.
She pulled him down to the bed and fumbled with his trunks. He was a bit nervous, more so than he thought he would be. She got out of the bed and sank to her knees, tugging at his tight swim trunks. She kissed his naked chest, running her tongue over his nipples. Her large tits were hanging low and bouncing against his belly.
She finally got the trunks off and his stiff cock shot up, snapping against his belly.
"Oh, Christ in heaven," moaned Mrs. Benson, "that's some piece of meat, Link. It's beautiful!! " She wondered what a boy of his age could be doing with such a thick, long cock. She examined his crotch. Thick black pubic hair, thick as a man's, covered the base of his cock, and two fat balls rested against his thighs. She got back on the bed beside him, feeling his sleek muscles touching her flesh. She pressed her lips to his and let her tongue play lightly on his lips. She raised one soft thigh over him and pressed her wet cunt over his solidly muscular thigh. She parted his lips with her tongue and wormed it into his mouth. Link responded and pulled her closer to him.
Before he could realize what was happening, she had slithered down his body and had spread his legs wide. She wedged herself between them until her face was just above his hard, aching cock. She smiled up at him as she stroked it lovingly and then she rose to her knees, placing her face and mouth just inches above the swollen head of his prick. She held it tightly in both of her hands for a moment and then she dropped her head slowly toward the hardness of his prick. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and teased the wet slit on the tip of his cockhead.
Chills ran up and down Link's back as she drove her head forward, completely encasing his throbbing prick inside her mouth.
Link cried out and thrust his pelvis upward as her lips closed over the sensitive head. The sight of his stiff cock surrounded by her lip stick painted mouth was driving him out of his mind. She moved her head up and down on his hot prick, each time taking more of it in her mouth. As she moved her mouth off his cock, she held his shaft of flesh in her hand, then bent down and began laving it with her tongue, brushing and grazing it from its base along its wide underside to the ridge of the head, washing and caressing with every lapping stroke. The saliva dripped from her tongue as she coated his balls with smooth, sucking strokes. Then she raised his thighs and pushed them back to expose his tight ass-hole. Her moistened tongue trailed along the crevice between his widespread buttocks, circling the puckered anus, painting his inner ass cheeks with her hot saliva.
Finally, she stiffened the tip of her tongue and penetrated the soft flesh of his ass-hole. She screwed it inside and began to slowly work her tongue in and out, almost lazily.
Link was going out of his mind. He crushed a pillow over his face to keep from crying out and disturbing the servants. He moaned into the pillow as he rolled his buttocks around and around, grinding them into her face. She trailed her tongue over his balls and along the solid shaft of his cock to the head. She slipped her lips down over it once more and began to suck the magnificent young cock. Link threw the pillow aside and stared down at her as she sucked him. She held his prick with one hand as she sucked it steadily, rhythmically, with a quick twisting motion of her tongue and lips.
He pushed his pelvis up against her face, forcing her to suck him harder. As the velocity of her cocksucking increased, she occasionally nipped his cock with her teeth, making him gasp aloud. His cock was swollen and ready to explode. She removed her hand from his cock and slid both her hands under the cheeks of his ass. She massaged them while she plunged her mouth down over the full length and breadth of his cock.
Jesus Christ, he thought. The whole fucking thing is in her mouth! The whole thing! I wonder how she can breathe?
His cockhead was vibrating and jumping crazily in her throat. Link stared at her tits as they swung below her pumping body. He felt his climax begin to build up as he watched her mouth stuffed full of his cock, working him over hungrily. He forced his crotch further up to her face until his ass was raised off the bed. He was going to cum any second now. He wondered what she was going to do with his load. Would she swallow it? Jesus Christ, it might blow the back of her head off. He writhed his young hips violently, his fingers entwined in her blonde hair, as he started to cum.
He cried out in delicious agony. His cock flooded Laura Benson's wildly sucking mouth with gush after gush of his youthful cum. Her cheeks bloated with every creamy squirt as she swallowed ravenously, trying not to miss a drop. As she gulped down his cum, she reached down and began tugging at her throbbing clitoris.
Link thrashed his head back and forth on the bed as he emptied the last of his cock cream into her mouth. He lay back exhausted and gradually his cock softened in her mouth; yet she still sucked at it, trying to drain the very last drop of his young seed.
Laura lay her head on Link's stomach. She kissed the warm flesh and ran her teeth through his dark pubic hair.
"How did that feel, Link?"
"Great. Just great! That's not all there is to it, is there? I want to fuck you! I know I can please you better than anyone, even your husband."
"Oh, yes, Link! Yes! I want you to stuff that big cock of yours into my cunt!"
Her words made his prick erect once more. She wrapped her hand around it and kissed the tip of it.
"You youngsters...." she murmured.
He rolled over on her, shedding his youthful pretense. "I'm going to fuck you, Laura. I'm going to screw you like you've never been screwed before!"
He fell on top of her and she whimpered with longing. He grabbed her legs behind the knees and climbed up over her, thrusting them roughly back until her knees touched her shoulders. Link had a natural instinct for sex, and it showed. His rigid prick brushed against her wet pubic hair. He forced her legs up until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He glanced down and could see the expanded cunt slit. The lips were swollen and flushed and ready to take him.
Laura thrilled at the feel of the huge cock which was pressed against the full length of her quivering cunt. The head of his prick caused her to grind her hips toward it, her cunt searching hungrily for its rigid fullness.
"Oh, God! Give it to me!! Give it to me, NOW!! " Her hands groped around until they found the full length of his hard prick. Her fingers circled it and held it tightly. She could feel oozing drops of his cock juice running down from the swollen tip. She guided it into the crevice of her pussy. The soothing heat of her twat burned against the head of his cock flesh. He shoved his head forward and Laura winced as she felt her swollen lips being forced open by the brutal pressure of his massive cock. Her husband's prick had never been like this.
She hoped she would be able to take it.
She resisted crying out. Link thrust again. She groaned in pain and Link became more excited. He rammed his powerful body forward with all the strength he had, sinking his swollen cock all the way in. He felt his balls smashing against her ass as she ground her squirming buttocks down hard onto the mattress, attempting to escape the sudden impalement of his penis.
She screamed. "Ooooooh! Oh, God in heaven, it hurts! Your big prick hurts!"
There was nothing she could do. Link had her body pinned to the bed and with every forward lunge, the huge head of his cock seemed to burrow deeper into her. Laura was sure that her cunt was being ripped in two by his bludgeoning cock. Link sneered as he worked above her.
That's it, he thought, just try to get away from me ... try, you bitch. You've been wanting this all summer and now you're going to get it!
He grinned at her in lewd delight as he watched the tears stream down her cheeks. Christ, he thought, she's never really been fucked before! Fucked by a man, that is. That namby-pamby husband of hers probably has a prick as big as my little finger.
Link glanced down between their bodies and he could see his own thick black pubic hair entangled with her lighter strands. He saw just the base of his cock peeking out from the submerged lips of her throbbing cunt. He could see the bruised lips of her hole stretched almost to the breaking point. Laura thought the walls of her cunt were being torn and ripped by his enormous prick.
Ooooh, God! I won't be able to walk for a week, she thought.
The hard head of his cock poked relentlessly inside her and in spite of her pain, she began to rock with him. She flipped her tongue out and kissed his cheek. He turned toward her and pressed his own lips to hers, biting and chewing her delicate lips.
"Oh, Link!" she gasped. "Ooooh, fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME! RIP ME OPEN!"
There had never, never been anything like this before, she thought to herself. This was it! The supreme moment of sex. She probably would never have anything like it again. She dug her fingers into his flesh and pushed upward against his jabbing cock.
She ran her tongue over the tip of his nose, lightly brushing his nostrils. "Yesssss ... oooooo-ooh, yyyeeeessss...." she gasped. Her cunt clasped his cock as tightly as her throat had. It sucked and swallowed his prick as if it were another mouth. They twisted and writhed, tearing up the bed sheets and moving the bed several inches across the floor.
All the pain had gone for Laura and in its place was an electric tingle that filled her body and screamed at her loins.
"Oh, fuck me! Yes, yes, Link! FUCK ME!! Shoot your load into me!"
Link increased his pace and the length of his strokes, sawing his giant cock in and out of her cunt.
This is so fucking good I don't care who finds out. If I'm jailed for going to bed with an under-age boy, it'll sure be worth it. This is the best fuck I've ever had in my life!
"Give it to me, Link! All of it! Give it ALL TO ME!! Nothing else in the world matters ... just that-oooh-beautiful cock! FUCK ME!"
She ground her ass in circular motions as she spiraled her hot pussy up against his pistoning cock. He tried to shove even more of it into her as he slid his hands down her side and clutched her ass cheeks. He squeezed them tightly, leaving bruise marks from his pinching fingers. They kissed each other wildly, fucking their tongues in and out of each other's mouth.
Link quickened his strokes and drew his heavily veined cock nearly out of the clasping cunt, then pounded it in mercilessly until his balls lapped against her ass cheeks. His nuts ached and he could feel the pressure mounting with every thrust.
Christ, he thought, I can't hold back much longer! He felt the muscles of her pussy sucking his rock-hard cock. He increased his pace once again and he deepened his thrust while Laura moved wildly beneath him, grinding up to meet his every downward movement.
"Oooooh! I'm going to cum!" she screamed as she threw her head from side to side ecstatically.
He drove his cock faster. He could feel his load rising out of his bloated nuts.
Suddenly it came over them like lightning!
His balls began pumping spurt after spurt of thick, hot sperm into her belly. She ground her crotch against his pelvis as her pussy milked him dry, until the last drop of his hot cum lay deep inside her battered cunt.
They held each other tightly until their normal breaming returned, then Link rolled off of her, leaving a thin string of milky white cum trailing over her thigh.
Laura lay back on the bed, her mouth sucking for air.
"Oh ... Christ ... Link ... you're the best!"
"Was I, Laura? Was I really the best?" asked Link, grinning sadistically. He didn't have to wait for her answer.
Laura got up from the bed and examined her face in the mirror.
"Omigod," she said, "I look a mess! I haven't even put on any make-up today." She turned on the air conditioner. "This whole room smells like sex. We'd better air it out before Effie comes up to clean it. Do you want to take a shower?"
"Sure. And ... ah ... how about another drink?"
"My, my, my ... the little boy's growing up awfully fast."
Link grabbed his still half-hard cock. "This little boy is already pretty grown up, don't you think? Come on over here and kiss it again."
Laura went back to the bed and sucked the spongy cockhead inside her mouth.
They showered together and afterwards went down and spent the afternoon swimming, sunbathing and drinking. By the time Link got home that evening, he was quite high. He skipped dinner with his father and went up to his room to fall across the bed.
"So that's what it's all about," he muttered drunkenly to himself. "Well, I just think I'm going to love it!! "
Link's affair with Laura Benson lasted until he was sixteen years old. During this time he had learned and mastered the art of skillful sex. As she came to love Link, and grew more and more dependent on him, he grew less and less interested in her. She knew that he was losing interest and began to drink more. She put on weight and began to remind Link of his mother.
Finally, one sunny morning, their affair came to an end. ...
Summer sunlight filtered through the blinds of Laura's bedroom, creating a pattern on the naked bodies of the couple who moved in slow rhythm atop the crumpled sheets of the wide bed.
"Oh, God ... I don't want this to end! Make it last forever!" Laura cried.
Link quickened the tempo of their fuck causing the plump woman to catch her breath and grind her hips harder and harder at him.
Link glanced over to the clock on the night-stand. He drew a deep breath and began to drive harder into her.
"Ooooooh. ... Aaaaah! I'm cuming!! " she screamed. He automatically accompanied her orgasm. Their bodies tremored as they came simultaneously.
Afterwards she held him tightly, whispering sweet things into his ears.
Link cursed to himself as he struggled to extricate himself from under the weight of Laura's perspiring flesh.
"Move, goddammit," he snarled.
Laura stirred sluggishly. "Not yet! Stay inside me!! "
"Jesus Christ, let go!! " he said angrily, shoving her to one side. She rolled away from him and showed her disappointment in a girlish pout. Link gave her an annoyed look and sat up, throwing his muscular legs over the side of the bed. He reached over to the night table for his cigarettes. He lit one and inhaled deeply. He ran his tongue over his lip and found it slightly swollen from her passionate kissing, which only added to his aggravation.
You filthy old cunt, he thought to himself, stretching his tall muscular body. Jesus Christ, she's like some fucking sponge. The more I fuck her the more she wants.
His eyes surveyed her body. She had gotten fat over the last year. Laura looked up at him through heavily made-up lashes and said, "Was it good for you too, darling?"
Link took a slug from his screwdriver and belched.
She pursed her lips together and said in the whiny little-girl's voice that she had recently acquired, "That's a no-no, darling."
Fuck you, he muttered to himself.
Link turned and walked into the adjoining bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He put the burning cigarette on the edge of a box of her dusting powder and began washing himself. He meticulously scrubbed his cock and balls and the bush surrounding them.
Christ, he thought, at last I'm clean of her smell. He took one of her monogrammed towels from the rack, rubbed himself vigorously and then threw it on the floor. He noticed that his cigarette had burned into the box of dusting powder. He let it lay and walked back into the room.
He caught her slugging down another drink. She turned, embarrassed and said, "Linkie, baby ... I'm lonesome again...."
His stomach turned. He stared angrily at her; she was getting harder to take all the time.
She smiled up at him languidly, making no attempt to cover her fat body.
"You look so beautiful this morning, Link. Just like a movie star!"
He smiled at her. Her chin had doubled and the roots of her blonde hair were screamingly black. Her heavy make-up had smeared from their lovemaking, giving her a sluttish appearance. Her body was too familiar to him. He'd seen it from every possible position and angle. He'd caressed it, abused it, tasted it, bitten it and assaulted it so that there was not one inch of the flabby flesh that he did not know intimately.
Her breasts, once full and sensual, were now flabby and sagging; tiny blue veins were visible through the pale flesh. Her nipples had stretched and blunted and had turned from a delicate pink shade to a muddy brown in color. Her legs, once short and shapely, were now loose-skinned and fleshy, with several veins worming up the backs of them.
She caressed his flat stomach, then reached down to cup his balls. She crawled over the mussed sheets until her face was only inches from his thick tubular cockhead.
"Mother, may I?" she cooed coquettishly.
Link shrugged without expression.
She lifted his partially hard cock to her slobbering lips. She sucked on him noisily and a dribble of spittle oozed out of the corner of her mouth and spilled down her chin. She drew his cock out of her mouth and settled back on the pillow proudly.
"Now, wasn't that nice?" she giggled. "Did I do it all right?"
"Perfect," said Link sarcastically. He grabbed up his clothes and said, "I've gotta go."
Her face panicked and she grabbed for his thigh. "Not yet, its still early. We haven't even had our swim yet!"
"You swim," he said. "Swim for both of us."
He thought how much she'd come to look like a white whale.
"I don't want you to go," she pleaded.
He looked down at her face. Her hair was matted against her sweaty brow. Her mascara had run, making her eyes look like two dark bruises and the large pores on her nose were clearly visible.
"I've gotta get out of here," he said, looking at her distastefully.
She covered her eyes with her hand. "Please don't . ... "
"Don't what?" he asked.
"Don't look at me that way!"
He lifted her face high, mocking her. "Just look at that gorgeous face, will ya. Eecchh!! And those tits ... fleshy and big enough to feed the entire marine corps. And those hips!"
He pushed her back down onto the bed and his fingers traced the thick folds of her fleshy stomach. He jabbed a finger into the lips of her vagina and worked it in and out until her pussy was wet with desire. He massaged her large clitoris, fully aware of what he was doing to her.
She began moaning and working her hips up and down. "Oh! Link! Faster ... I'm going to cum! Faster!"
He pulled his hand away from her snatch abruptly. She cried out in anguish and began sobbing. Link slipped into his trunks.
"Finish yourself, baby," he sneered. "And you better get used to it, cause Link ain't gonna be around any more. I just don't have the stomach for you any longer."
She seemed to dissolve on the bed like a deflating balloon. Link turned and walked out of the bedroom, oblivious to the sobbing woman on the bed.
Link never saw Laura again. He left that day in his new Jaguar, a "gift" from his father, and left for his beach house at Big Sur. It wasn't until he returned several days later that his father told him.
"You know your friend Mrs. Benson committed suicide?"
Link's face was expressionless.
"They found her floating in her pool." He paused. "Don't you have anything to say, Link?"
Link muttered something.
"What was that, Link?"
"I said, MOBY CUNT!! "
Link turned from his father and bounded up the steps to his room. His father stared into space incredulously. He knew of his son's affair with the woman, but he had never mentioned it. He followed Link up to his room. The door was shut. He opened it. Link was throwing his clothing into a case.
"What are you doing?" he asked his son. "I'm moving to the beach house. I want to get out of here.
"Feeling guilty."
"Hell no!"
"Don't you feel anything? Anything at all? What kind of a person are you?"
Link spun on his father in fury. "I'll tell you what kind of a person I am!" He spat the words. "I'm the son of a murderer! A wife-killing bastard! If I didn't turn out to suit you then blame it on yourself. You should have thought about me a little sooner ... maybe I would have turned out a little differently. Now get the hell out of my room and leave me alone!"
His father stumbled out of the room. Link filled his car with some clothes and other possessions. He would get the rest later, he thought. He headed for his beach house, away from his father.
He drove down the highway, past all the exclusive estates. From the top of the ridge he could see the mountains on either side of the valley, leaning like granite slabs against the blue sky. He pushed the accelerator down and drove toward the sea.
Link's beach house was his pride. He had made his father put both the house and property in his name. At first the older man had refused to buy it for him, but Link said, "Well, I'll just use the money my mother left me."
"What money?" asked his father.
"I was sure she left me a large amount," continued Link, "Perhaps I should have the lawyers look into it...."
He got the house.
It was a good buy-the popularity of Big Sur was just beginning. Link knew that the property was very valuable and that when he tired of the beach house, he could turn the property into a lot of cash.
He sped the car past gas stations, taco stands and fruit markets and moved on, leaving all signs of commercialism behind him.
Five miles later he pulled into a gravel drive by his house, which was built of sea-weathered wood and glass. It was perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean. There was a winding staircase hewn out of rock which led to a cove. A patch of beach hemmed in on either side by another cliff-Link's own private beach. It was a beautiful stretch of sand which was Link's and Link's alone.
He tossed his things on the living room couch and crossed the room to the bar and poured himself a drink. Automatically he made a screwdriver. The first drink he'd ever had, the drink Laura had taught him to like. He drank it down and began hanging up his clothes.
He thought about his future.
Link was to enter college that fall. He had enrolled at Stanford in philosophy. In spite of his relaxed attitude in high school, he was extremely intelligent and had passed the entrance exams with more than flying colors. He was to be one of the youngest students enrolled at the university at that time.
He spent the rest of the day lying on the beach and swimming. His body seemed to draw warmth from the sun and he was glad that he was finally getting rid of the trunk marks around his waist. His body was taking on a rich even tan all over.
Toward evening, he showered and decided to drive into Nepenthe to eat and perhaps pick up a girl. He put on a light blue tee shirt, white ducks and sandals and hopped into his Jaguar. It was the time of evening he liked best-the sun was dropping into the sea and the entire countryside was awash with reds and oranges. He turned his car and headed upward toward one of his very favorite spots, a seafood bar where a lot of well-to-do young people went.
It was called Mountain Greenery and was situated on top of a mountain, a low rambling building with trees growing up through it, almost completely covered in vines and leaves.
When he entered, he was well aware of the admiring looks given him by both males and females. He sat at a small table overlooking the mountainside and ordered dinner. As he ate he became aware of someone staring at him.
Several tables away, a young blonde girl was seated with her date, a rather husky fellow with his back toward Link. He openly stared back at the girl. She seemed to be making conversation and laughing for Link's benefit. Her body looked good to Link. She was wearing a halter-top dress in pink checked gingham. She was lean and sensual with a healthy outdoors look. She was looking at Link so openly that her boyfriend turned. He surveyed Link disdainfully. He was older and bigger than Link and he made a shrugging gesture to show Link that he wasn't worried about any competition. After Link had finished his dinner he entered the dance bar. There was a young group playing the latest rock and roll hits. He surveyed the crowd-there were lots of pretty girls who turned to him eagerly, but his mind was on the girl in the restaurant.
Later she came in. Her boyfriend was a bit drunk, a big oaf who clumsily pushed her around the dance floor. All the time she was dancing with him, her eyes searched for and found Link, who returned her intense glances. The boyfriend left her on the floor to get another drink and Link moved in. He smiled charmingly at the young girl and asked her to dance.
She hesitated for a moment, then replied, "This could get us in trouble."
Their bodies came together and touched. She pressed her mouth against hio cheek and said softly, "My name's Miranda."
Link told her his. They swayed to the soft rock music, their bodies melting against each other. Link could feel her pelvis pressed against his and he began to get an erection. Suddenly her boyfriend grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away from Miranda.
"You sonovabitch!" he said. "I'm gonna mash your pretty face in!"
"Eric, don't!" the girl screamed.
The husky man threw a punch at Link's chin. Link jumped aside and it grazed his shoulder. He plowed his fist into Eric's stomach and brought his knee up sharply to his chin and nose. The hulking man fell to the floor, bleeding profusely from the mouth. He grabbed Miranda by the wrist.
"Come on," he said. She didn't move. He yanked her arm. "COME ON!! "
He dragged her roughly out of the place to his car.
"I can't go with you," she stammered. "Eric was supposed to be looking out for me while my folks are in Hawaii. He's sort of a friend of the family."
"Shut up," said Link. "He's no friend of yours or mine!" He pushed her roughly into the car. Miranda felt afraid of Link, desperately afraid, but at the same time, extremely attracted.
They roared down the mountainside toward Link's beach house. The gravel flew through the air as he ground his wheels to a stop.
"Get out," he said to her.
They went inside the house. He took the girl by her trembling shoulders. "I'm going to give you a little of what you really need," he said. He pressed his mouth against hers, forcing open her lips with his searching tongue. She tried to fight him but he held her relentlessly tight. Finally she gave in and returned his kiss passionately. He pushed her away.
"Get out of your clothes!" he demanded.
"What? What do you mean? Do you think I let you bring, me down here to-"
"Fuck you, baby. That's what you're here for, isn't it? You want a nice good piece of meat and I've got it to give to you." He grabbed his crotch and squeezed it.
She turned away from him blushing. He grabbed her by the shoulder.
"Don't give me that Snow White routine. You practically undressed me with your eyes up at the restaurant. Now you're here and now you're gonna get what you wanted!"
Link took off his tee shirt and threw it to the floor. Miranda stared at his sensuous body. Link delighted in parading it in front of her. He kicked off his sandals and unzipped his fly and squirmed out of his tight white ducks. She looked away.
"Turn around, bitch! Don't you want to see what you're gonna get?" He grabbed her by the hair and turned her toward him, pushing her face downward. "Look at it," he shouted. "Look at that big cock. Your jerky boyfriend didn't have anything like that hanging between his legs, did he? Kiss it," he commanded. "Get it all nice and hard and I'm gonna shove it down your throat."
Miranda began softly crying; tears ran down her cheeks smearing her make-up. She leaned against his thigh, sobbing. He slapped her and knocked her flat to the floor.
"You'd better change your tune and do it fast! Now, get out of those clothes!"
She stood up and began to undo her dress. Underneath she was wearing a sheer bra and brief panties.
"The rest of them," Link bellowed.
Her fingers were trembling so much that she wasn't able to get the hooks free. Link roughly undid the bra and pulled it from her. Her jutting breasts were exposed, whiter than the rest of her body. They were not large, but perfectly shaped, high and firm, with pink nipples jutting skyward.
"Now," he said, "let's see what you've got between your legs!"
He jammed both of his hands down the back of her pants and squeezed her buttocks. He knelt, pulling her pants down to her ankles. He sniffed at her cunt like an animal.
"Mmmmmm ... that sweet pussy of yours looks good enough to eat!" He pressed his face against her pubic hair and dug his tongue inside the pink slit. In spite of her fear, Miranda reacted to his tonguing. She steadied herself by holding on to his shoulders and her crying gave way to soft sensual moans.
Link picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut and threw her on top of his bed. Miranda lay there with her legs tightly together, her eyes wide with fear.
He knelt down over her. "Spread your legs, cunt!"
She didn't move. He slapped her several times, using both hands, and climbed over her nubile body, cursing her. She began crying again.
"Shut up, you cunt! Stop that blubbering or I'll beat you black and blue!"
"Ohmigod, Link! Please stop ... please stop!"
"Stop?" He laughed. "I'll stop when I'm ready to. I'll stick my cock so far up into your uptight cunt that you'll think it's coming out of your mouth!"
He threw himself between her legs, grabbing them brutally and pushing them up until her knees pressed against her breasts, flattening them to her chest. The soles of her feet were pointed to the ceiling. Her long thighs were imprisoned beneath his muscular arms. She could barely breathe in the position. She looked at Link's twisted face in horror. She saw between her raised legs his giant cock poised between the lips of her cunt. She had never seen a more vicious expression on anybody's face. She tried to reason with him, to beg him to stop, but it was useless. Without preliminaries, Link grasped his cock in his hand and pressed it against the tender lips of her pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock over her cunt until it found her clitoris, sending electric spasms through her body.
"What a sweet tight cunt you have," said Link through clenched teeth. "All the better to fuck!"
"Oh, Link ... don't
"Too late, baby. I'm gonna ram my cock into you. Just like this!! "
"Aaaaaaah!" she cried out as he plunged the full length of his swollen prick into her, scraping the walls of her cunt. He continued to thrust deeper into her. She sucked in an agonizing breath.
"Oh, pull it out!! Don't, pleeease. ... It's tearing me apart!"
Link ignored her pleas for mercy and drove his prick deep into her.
"Link, stop! You're killing me! I can't take it ... it's too big!
"No ... I ... can't stop ... won't ... stop. ... It feels
. . . too ... good!" he moaned between brutal thrusts.
Her pussy lips, dilated around his prick, were stretched to their fullest. He pistoned it higher inside her than any cock had previously gone higher, she thought, than it was possible for a prick to go. She felt the swollen head banging at the back of her cunt tearing at the unlubricated tissue.
"Link, the pain is unbearable...."
Link was driving his body forward relentlessly and it was difficult for him to get his breath.
"Just ... try to relax. ... In a few minutes ... when your pussy gets nice and wet, you're gonna love it. You're gonna get screwed like you've never been screwed before!"
"Aaaaah. ... oooooh. ... please try ... to be gentle!" she cried.
Link ignored her and continued his dynamic fucking.
Miranda was crying tears of pain and shock. She felt as if she were being torn apart by his brutal dick. He pounded his pelvis against her sensitive crotch, mercilessly bruising her.
He placed his hands beneath her knees and roughly grasped the soft flesh of her tits, squeezing them painfully. His eyes were glazed with twisted passion. With every thrust he plunged his prick deeper into her cunt. Her pussy began to lubricate, lessening the pain of his pounding cock. An unfamiliar tingling sensation began racing through her loins. She threw her head from side to side in confusion.
Miranda was now finding the pain bearable, even pleasurable. She could feel desire mounting in her body as he ground his dick into her. Her tears dried and her mouth fell open loosely; her mind was completely empty except for the pleasure he was giving her.
"Oh ... oooooh, Link. ... Link!! " Just as her orgasm reached its pinnacle, she felt torrents of his hot load shoot deep into her cunt. She squirmed beneath him, bucking her tight pussy upward. They rolled across the bed, turning over and over, still cuming, still clinging to each other. She dug her nails into his back and hung on for her life as their orgasms met and mingled together. She was still tingling and breathing heavily when he withdrew from her. Her arms instinctively darted out to pull him back.
Link walked into the living room, poured some vodka over ice and came back to the bed and sat down. He handed the drink to her. She pressed the glass of burning liquid to her lips and drank deeply, choking and sputtering. He took the glass from her and finished it.
"You weren't bad ... for a beginner," he said noncommittally. "Go in and take a shower. Clean up a bit ... and we'll go at it again. You ought to be better this time.'
Miranda got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. When she returned, Link was lying on the bed, fondling his stiff cock.
This time she joined him on the bed willingly.
Miranda spent the remaining two weeks of her parents' vacation with Link. She had come to love his brutal sex. When they weren't in bed, she waited on him, cooked for him, made him drinks and rubbed his body with suntan oils. At the end of the two weeks, Miranda returned home. She called Link repeatedly, but he was always too busy to see her. He finally told her to "fuck off." She never called again but she never forgot her two weeks of sexual servitude to Link Timberlane.
That fall, Link entered college. There were plenty of girls to be had on his sexual terms, and he generally had a girl living with him, serving his sexual demands as well as his other needs. When he would tire of her he would throw her out and take another. In order to get through college as quickly as possible, Link went to summer school in addition to taking evening courses. During this time he made no friends and he was termed by his classmates as "unapproachable."
In the last semester of his senior term he decided to take an offbeat night course which interested him. The course was in medieval witchcraft. Link was not so much interested in witchcraft as he was in the guest professor who was going to teach it.
Salvador McVey was the head of the Church of Satan in San Francisco and a well-known personality. Some of the things McVey had said had interested him. One of his favorite quotations was, "Man makes his own god in whatsoever form he desires."
The class was sparse and conducted by a man in his thirties who had a peculiarly arresting face and a shaved head. McVey was a professed devil worshipper and practitioner of black magic. Link was fascinated by the man and often stayed after class to ask questions. McVey saw in Link a prospective member of his organization. Link intrigued him. He was taken by the roughly handsome young man.
One evening he invited Link to his home, which was also the Church of Satan. It was an impressive fortress of a building on Lombard Street. McVey led Link into his study. The coffee table, Link noted, was made out of an old tombstone and the walls were lined with ancient rotting books on the occult.
McVey poured wine for them and toasted Link and their new friendship. The man who was known as the "black pope" watched the young boy intently and finally interrupted his remarks by saying, "I think you would enjoy belonging to our organization. Our belief is one that might interest you. We believe that selfishness is sacred and pleasure is all!"
"Well," began Link, "I don't believe in God ... but then, I don't believe in the devil either."
McVey was nonplussed. "Sometimes it takes . . .time, to become a true believer. Come to our next, ah, meeting and see for yourself."
Link agreed. The meeting was called for the following Saturday night at the thirteenth hour, one o'clock.
Link arrived shortly before one. He rang the bell and was admitted by a tall, muscular man who was completely nude.
"Our leader is expecting you," he said without introducing himself. He opened a closet and handed Link a coat hanger. Link was never shy about revealing his body and he undressed without any inhibitions.
He was ushered into a dim room. There were many people gathered there, male and female, all nude. In the center of the room was McVey.
McVey was facing him, wearing a long black robe lined in red; he was completely nude beneath it. On his head was a headdress constructed so that two twisted goat horns seemingly grew from his hairless scalp. Around his neck was a shiny metal amulet, a five-pointed star enclosed by a circle. McVey moved aside as Link entered, revealing an altar behind him on which a young girl, nude, was lying stretched out, her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged.
McVey handed a goblet to Link. Link drank the heady liquid and watched as McVey began chanting his black mass-the Catholic mass said backwards.
After he finished, McVey guided Link to the base of the altar and guided him between the girl's two outstretched legs. He ran his hands over the girl's smooth young body, opening the lips of her cunt.
He hissed in Link's ears, "She is a virgin! And she is yours!! "
Link could not shake the feeling that he was not in control of his own body. Perhaps there was something in the drink. He seemed to be floating to the terrified girl. He found himself mounting her. He took his hardened prick in his hand and held it out like a cudgel. He struck it across the girl's stomach several times before pressing the thick head against the soft down of her virgin cunt.
The others pushed forward and watched him intently. They felt his ass and balls and urged him to enter her. McVey stood at her head, rubbing his own prick through her hair. Hands pushed at Link's buttocks and he fell forward. Surprisingly, he entered her easily; the lips of her cunt had been lubricated with an oily substance. His prick was stopped by something-her hymen. Link reared his ass back, his teeth bared, his bloodless lips stretched tightly over them. With all his might he plunged forward.
The girl screamed into her gag as Link ripped her open, ramming his cock into her all the way. With each stroke he could see her blood on his cock mixed with her hot juices.
The other men and women were fingering each other and pressing their hot hands against both Link's and the girl's bodies.
Suddenly somebody began licking Link's ass-hole. He looked around and found a young boy working his tongue deep into his rectum.
McVey laughed and said, "There are no sexes here. Just sex!! "
Link relaxed and let the boy continue the rim job. With each backwards plunge his buttocks bruised the boys face but the boy ground his tongue in even deeper. The boy's tongue felt like it was going all the way up his anal canal.
He jammed his pelvis hard against the girl, his hip bones digging into her flesh. His swollen balls were being fondled by the boy who was kissing his ass. They ached for release.
Too soon, thought Link, I mustn't cum too soon. Hold back ... give a better show.
The boy's tongue worked to a frenzied peak. McVey had his cock parallel to the girl's face and his balls were hanging over her eyes. He watched Link's face intently.
I can't hold back much longer, Link thought. CAN'T!
His cock went off as if it had been preset for explosion. Streams of his cum flew into the girl's bleeding cunt, filling her ravaged hole with his steaming load. As he came, McVey's cock shuddered and shot thick gobs of cum over the girl's face and breasts. It hit her flesh and spattered, looking like dripping candle wax. Link staggered to his feet, withdrawing from her cunt. The boy who had been rimming him pounced upon the girl's hole and began licking it out with deep, frenzied strokes.
Link felt dizzy. He had never before experienced anything that was so depraved. He liked it.
Nude bodies surrounded him. People were tonguing his body, licking it clean of sweat and blood. Somebody pressed another goblet to his lips and he drank.
The orgy lasted into the night. At one point Link passed out and was put to sleep in McVey's own bed. It was past noon the next day when Link awoke. His head ached as if his brains had been scrambled, and his body was stiff and sore from sexual expenditure. He wondered if the whole evening had been some sort of drunken dream.
He looked around the room. Where was he?
The door opened and McVey entered, dressed in black as usual. Behind him carrying an elaborate breakfast tray, was the young girl, the virgin whom he had ravished the night before. She was smiling as she propped the pillow behind him and set the breakfast tray before him, acting as if nothing had happened between them. After she left, he asked McVey about it.
"Yes, my boy ... it all happened. Incredible, wasn't it. You did quite well for yourself. The other members were impressed with your physical prowess."
"But ... but...." Link stammered, gesturing toward the door.
"The virgin?" McVey laughed sarcastically. "Now, where would we find a virgin in San Francisco? Actually, we have this doctor in our organization who learned about a clever routine in Tokyo. He simply sews her up again and she seems to be a virgin."
"But ... doesn't it hurt her?" asked Link.
"Of course it hurts her, but she enjoys it. She enjoys serving me and the Church of Satan. Now hurry up and eat your breakfast and then take a shower. You'll feel better. Come downstairs to my study; I have plans for you, my boy!"
After Link had finished his breakfast he went into the bathroom and showered. As he stepped from the shower, the young girl was waiting for him. She rubbed him down with a rough towel and had him lie down on an exercise table. She rubbed his stiff muscles with a penetrating ointment and gave him a massage. Afterwards she gave him a luxurious robe-black, lined in red-and led him downstairs to McVey's study.
"What I propose, Link, is that you join me here, as soon as you finish up the semester. You would live here as my right-hand man."
"What about . ... "
"Money? My boy, we have thousands of members across the country. Satan is secondary. The money is what really counts and it's rolling in!"
Link accepted the offer. He was not quite twenty-one when he moved into the Church of
Satan. He remained there eight years. McVey grew very fond of the young man and paid him extremely well for his services. During his years at McVey's, Link's father died, leaving everything to him.
Link used some of the money to buy the house on Riverside Drive. His parting with McVey was friendly. It was time for him to move on, and as long as Link didn't invade McVey's territory he had his "blessing."
Once in New York, Link de-emphasized the Satan worship angle. He still didn't believe in the power of either God or Satan; he believed only in himself.
The sound of Susanna's voice repeating his name over and over brought him out of his reverie. He rose from the couch and turned off the malfunctioning tape. In the palm of his hand he pressed his ornament hanging against the flesh of his chest until it made a distinct outline. He said aloud, "It is time to make the final preparations for the ritual!"
CHAPTER 10
Susanna was summoned by Number One to the main room. Thea had dressed her in her own things, the clothes she had worn at that first meeting. Her face was free of make-up and her long blonde hair was drawn back and hung down her shoulders. She looked much the same as she had on the evening of her first visit, except for the collar at her throat.
Costas met her at her door and led her down the long dark corridor to the spiral staircase. They ascended into the room and Costas withdrew. Number One was seated, as before, behind the long table, with Christian and Zack on either side of him. He motioned her to the chair across from them. After she sat down, he lit a cigarette and spoke impersonally to her.
"It is now late October. The ritual is to be held on the night of February second-Candlemas eve. Until that time you will be given to each of the disciples for a week. At the end of the twelve weeks you will have a week for rest and contemplation before entering into the ritual itself. These twelve weeks will be strenuous and you will have to satisfy each and every one of the twelve disciples completely before being allowed your place in the ritual. You understand that this undertaking is to be taken of your own free will. If you do not wish to enter this part of the initiation, you are free to leave-now! What is your decision?"
Susanna stammered, "I am ready to undertake anything. I wish to stay." To herself she thought, anything ... anything to be with Link!
Number One replied, "Good. You have made a wise decision. A decision that will expand your sexual awareness and place you beside me. Costas will take you back to your room and tomorrow you will begin serving your first master."
Costas reappeared and took Susanna back to her quarters. That night the twelve disciples drew lots to decide in what order they would go.
The next day Susanna was taken to her first master. Thea led her, nude, to the second floor of the house and into the rooms that she and the first disciple would occupy for the week. The main room was large and the basic piece of furniture was an oversized bed. Susanna sat down on the bed and watched the door.
It opened and a man entered. It was the handsome one with the hairy body! He was dressed in a business suit which he began removing.
"I'm disciple number nine and my name is Mark."
"My name is."
"I know."
He went into the adjoining bathroom and ran water for a bath. When the tub was full he got into it.
"Come in here," he called to Susanna. He handed her a sponge. "Wash me." Susanna rubbed a bar of soap into the sponge and began to wash Mark. He was so strikingly handsome, like a film star, she thought. As she stared at him closer, she noticed that the cleft in his chin was not a cleft at all. It was a scar. There seemed to be many tiny scars on his face ... under his eyes, around his chin and under his ears.
He noticed her staring at him.
"I'm all fake, you know. Auto accident. My face looked like a slab of beef. Plastic surgery...." He leaned forward for her to scrub his back. Her full breasts pressed against his shoulders. He took one in his soapy hand and massaged it until the nipple became quite hard.
"Come in with me," he commanded.
"In?"
"Yes, in the tub with me."
She stepped into the warm water and sat down facing him. He legs were spread apart resting over his. Rapidly emerging from the water was his large, hairy cock.
"Play with it!"
She slipped her wet hands around the thick cock. It throbbed as she squeezed its muscled hardness. The smooth fine hair that covered it tickled the palm of her hand. He stood up in the tub, water dripping from his body.
"Suck it! Let's see if you're as good a cocksucker as I remember."
Susanna opened her full lips as he thrust his pelvis forward, pushing his long prick down her throat.
"Do you like to suck cock?" he asked. Susanna nodded her head. "Answer me!" he roared. She pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him, gasping.
"Yes! Yes ... I love to suck cock!"
"I've got a big one, don't I?"
"Yes, Mark. You have a big cock."
"It's one of the biggest you've had, isn't it?"
"Yes. It is."
"Show me you appreciate it. Make love to it."
Her tongue darted out of her mouth. She began running it up and down the full length of his shaft. When she brought her hands up to cradle and squeeze his bloated balls, he placed his hands on her shoulders and forced his thick cock further down her throat. She relaxed and was able to take all of him. As she pumped her mouth back and forth rapidly, he met each of her strokes with his bucking pelvis. He groaned as though he were in pain. His eyes were closed and his lips pressed tightly across his teeth. She enjoyed watching the pleasure reflected in his face as she worked on him.
Mmmmm, he tastes good, she thought. It feels so good to have him jam it down my throat. I can't wait till he cums in my mouth, to taste his glorious juice once again . . .to let it flow over my teeth and tongue, then down my throat to my stomach.
She moved her head faster on his throbbing prick, squeezing and playing with his balls as she did. He stopped bumping his hips forward and began rolling them round and round. He withdrew the thick cock almost completely from her grasping lips and then shoved it back in until none of it was showing, until her lips were pressed against his thick pubic hair.
She watched his face. He was biting his lower lip and the veins of his temples were standing out. He pulled his cock quickly out of her mouth.
"Not yet," he panted, "not yet."
He turned away from her and bent over, exposing his haircovered ass to her face.
"Go on. lick my ass. Give me a rim job."
She pressed her cheeks against his buttocks, moving her head upwards and brushing her lips lightly against the top of his crack. She let her tongue slide out, spreading his cheeks further apart. She flattened her tongue and trailed it down through the crevice and let it come to rest on the pink opening of his ass-hole. He squirmed and shoved his ass backwards. She dug her tongue into his opening, stiffening it like a finger. She rammed it in as far as it would go. She ran her hands between his legs, caressing his balls with one hand and jerking up and down on his cock with the other.
"Do it," he screamed. "Do it, you ass-hole-sucking cunt!" He pushed his ass back and forth against her face. Susanna had difficulty breathing.
"Do it! Jam that tongue up there! Eat my ass-hole inside out! Oooo ... oh! I can't hold back!" He pulled away from her quickly and jammed his cock down her throat. His thick cum spattered against the back of her throat. He held her head pinned against his exploding cock as he emptied his cock into her. When he finished cuming he pulled his cock out of her still sucking lips, and turned on the shower. Afterwards, he ordered her to dry him. As she rubbed the towel over his thick cock it began to grow again.
"Tell me how much you liked it," he said.
"I loved it!"
"Did you like taking my load down your throat? Did it taste good?"
"It tasted wonderful, Mark. Thick and creamy."
He gave a smile of satisfaction and led her into the bedroom. He lay down on the bed, pulling her with him. He pressed his cock against her stomach.
"I want you to sit on it," he said.
Susanna got to her knees and straddled his pelvis. His cock was standing straight up. She moved up slightly and positioned the cockhead against her wet cunt lips. The touch of his cock on her swollen lips caused her to sigh with anticipation.
"That's it, baby. Sit right down on it. Ride my cock!" He moved up a bit and pushed downwards on her shoulders, forcing her down on his cock.
"Work it," he commanded. "Work that pussy of yours!"
She moved herself up and down on his prick. He pumped upwards, jamming it into her body as deeply as possible. He sat up and clasped her around her waist, grabbing her soft tits in his hands.
"You got some cunt to be able to take all this. I'll bet you could take anything up that hole of yours."
He grabbed her around the waist tightly and pulled her to her knees so that he was behind her, fucking her dog style. "Yes, he grunted, "I'll bet you can take anything in that hole. I'll bet you could even take two pricks at one time."
He slammed his pelvis against her buttocks as he rode her toward a climax.
"That's it. That's good. Keep it up. You're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get another big load inside you. You can't eat it this time. ... I'm gonna shoot off in your cunt!! "
The head of his cock began to swell up, and suddenly gobs of his semen shot up into her.
"Oh, cunt! Oh, cunt!" he screamed as he pushed his juice into her body, hanging on to her tightly until the last of his sperm had jerked its way into her.
Afterwards, he pulled away from her, pushing her down on the bed. He lay back and stared at her.
"That's some pussy you've got there. I want to see how much it can take." He lifted her right leg and dug two of his fingers into her stretched cunt lips. He was rough and her snatch was still sore from the fucking. She cried out.
"Oh, c'mon. That's nothing compared to what you're gonna get!"
He turned his hand sideways and slid four fingers into her cunt, moving them from side to side, feeling the soft, wet tissues of her vagina. He pressed his thumb against the palm and began to work his entire hand into her cunt.
"Don't! I won't be able to take it! It hurts too much!"
"Shut up, cunt! You can take anything!"
Once inside her, he balled his hand into a fist and began forcing it deep into her pussy. Susanna writhed on the bed in agony. He sat up and spread her legs further apart and squatted between them. Mark worked his fist from side to side, feeling the wet canal, exploring it with his fingertips. Susanna began crying as he pushed his fist into her cunt up to the wrist.
"C'mon," he shouted. "You can take more than that! I'm not going to quit until I get my whole arm up your cunt!"
"Oh, please, Mark! Don't! You'll kill me!"
He pressed his elbow on the bed in an Indian wrestling position and pushed his arm upward. Susanna struggled to get away from the impaling fist but he turned and wrapped his two strong legs around one of her knees and held her tight. She buried her face in the mattress and started screaming as he worked his forearm into her cunt. When he had gotten in about halfway up to the elbow, he stopped and began to withdraw his fist. Susanna hoped it was over. He withdrew it until his knuckles brushed the velvety stretched lips of her cunt, and then jammed it in again with such force that she almost passed out. He continued this fist-fucking for about half-an-hour. In the meantime, the excitement of watching his arm ride up into her stretched pussy had aroused him so much that he was jerking himself off. Just before he was about to cum, he yanked his fist out of her cunt and cupped his hand under the head of his prick. He didn't stop shooting till he filled his hand up with his cum.
Susanna was dazed from the pain. She barely heard him as he commanded her to eat it. He pressed his cupped hand to her chin and she leaned forward and began lapping his cum out of his hand.
The week spent with Mark was a brutal one. He enjoyed fist-fucking her cunt more than anything else. Susanna had difficulty walking and she was in constant pain. She was afraid that his fist had stretched her cunt to such a point that she wouldn't be able to give anybody else satisfaction. Finally the last day of the week arrived and Mark put on his business suit.
"According to my office, I've been on vacation." He laughed. "A vacation all right. A regular cunt cruise!"
"I'm number five and my name's Mike."
Susanna was startled by the short man in the motorcycle sunglasses-with the incredible cock. He took off his clothes quickly and threw them on the floor and fell upon her, burying his face into her cunt. He ran his hands up to her tits and twisted the soft flesh, leaving bruise marks. As Susanna cried out in pain, he raised his wet mouth from her cunt.
"I don't like it when you make noise, you scum cunt!" He punched her in the jaw and knocked her out. He went back to eating the unconscious girl's cunt. He pushed her legs farther apart and dug his teeth into her clitoris. He sucked his tongue around the little knob until it became hard.
Parting the folds of her snatch with his fingers, he pressed his lips against them. He flattened his tongue out and lapped at her wet vulva, applying more pressure with each lick.
Susanna regained consciousness. Her jaw ached but her pussy ached more, in a different way. The short man was giving her a fantastic tongue-lapping to which she responded by moving her hips up and down, opening her cunt wider so that he could lick more deeply.
It started to happen! The bottom half of her body began to shake as her cunt flooded with her sweet young juices. Mike lapped at her cunt like a voracious animal, licking and sucking every bit of the sticky fluid. Just before he pulled off, he opened his mouth wide and pressed it over the entire area of her cunt. He kissed it with a noisy sucking sound. He got up and smiled at her, his face smeared with saliva and her juices. His fantastic cock was throbbing and the head of h was red and swollen.
He got to his knees. He turned around and sat on her face, grinding his ass-hole into her mouth. Susanna's jaw still ached but she had to satisfy the short man. He rode her face, his cheeks spreading apart as he pushed downward. Her tongue speared his ass-hole and worked its way inside. Mike rocked back and forth in delight, jerking off his immense cock, enjoying the rim job that she was giving him. He froze suddenly and his ass contracted around her tongue as he shot all over her tits and stomach.
He came again and again. It felt as though pints of semen were pouring over Susanna's body. Mike jumped off her face, still manipulating his sputtering cock, and lay on top of her. His heavy cock pressed between their bodies. He rubbed his muscular hips and chest around in wide circles over her body smearing the cum between them. He scooted down a bit farther and pressed the incredible prick against her hole.
Oh, god in heaven, she thought, he's going to fuck me with that huge thing. It'll be worse than the fist!
He grunted and pushed forward with his pelvis, his feet dug into the mattress, securing himself as he lowered his cock into her cunt. Susanna groaned in agony as the immense prick forced apart her pussy lips and achingly found its way deep inside her hole, filling her up completely.
Mike was too short to get his mouth to hers, so he sucked and bit on her nipples as he pounded her pussy raw. Susanna prayed that he would cum soon, but he seemed to delight in prolonging it. He lunged into her pussy until it was numb and past all feeling. His teeth had left angry red marks over her breasts. He got up on his knees, wrapping her legs around his back, and ground his cock into her with more intensity.
"I'm gonna give it to you now, baby! I'm gonna make this giant cock shoot!! "
Suddenly she felt scalding liquid gush into her. He kept pumping all the while he came; it seemed to her that it would never end. Finally, he withdrew from her and moved from the bed.
He searched his pockets for a cigarette. Susanna was exhausted. She closed her eyes when suddenly a lit cigarette dug into her navel. She screamed.
"Don't fall asleep yet, sister. We've just started!! "
Susanna watched him undress. Hidden beneath his clothes were the reds, blues and greens of the tattooed man. She remembered that he had a star on the head of his prick.
After he had undressed, he approached the bed and she noticed that he had a small chain in his hand.
"What number are you?" she asked.
"Ten, but you can call me Derek. What am I now, the third one?"
"Yes, there were two others. Number nine, Mark ... and number five, Mike."
"Oh, yes. You must tell me all about them. Everything they made you do. Don't leave anything out. I want to hear all about my fellow disciples. It's a pity I wasn't the last one called-we could have a much more interesting session."
He sat down on the bed beside her and Susanna began telling him what had happened to her at the hands of the two preceding disciples.
Derek listened intently. He pulled the foreskin back and forth over his hardened prick as she talked. When she had finished he lay back on the bed.
"Lick me all over," he commanded. "I want you to tongue me from head to toe!"
She started licking his neck, wetly sliding her tongue over his broad chest, pausing to nibble at his hardened nipples. As she licked his body, he told her about each tattoo when her tongue touched them. He told her of his travels and experiences and what each tattoo meant. She ran her tongue back and forth across his flat stomach, letting her tongue follow the swirling design.
"Aaaah," he moaned. "San Francisco. All those young flower people ... so willing."
Her chin brushed his pubic hair and she ran her tongue down over his long, muscular prick. Her lips kissed his cockhead and he told her about die star tattooed on it.
"That hurt a bit, y'know. But I was quite young and in the service. In Mexico they'll tattoo you anywhere for a price. Unfortunately it took a while to heal and for a while I didn't dare get an erection. ... I think it was worth it, don't you?
Susanna nodded her head.
"Of course it was. Set's me apart, y'know. How many guys do you know that have stars tattooed on the head of their pricks?"
Susanna shook her head from side to side.
"Mmmmmm, that's it. Suck the whole thing. Take it all the way down your throat."
Susanna complied and began moving her head back and forth in a slow rhythm over his cock.
"Better stop now. Don't want to cum yet. Lick the rest of my body first."
She worked her way down over his thighs, his calves and his feet. After she ran her tongue over the base of each foot, he turned over. She began her climb up the back of his legs to his buttocks. They were tattooed in a small fish-scale design which looked very Japanese. She worked her tongue around each buttock, covering it with the slick saliva which poured from her mouth. Then she straddled his body and ran her tongue from his ass up the complete breadth of his back, going back and forth over the indention of the spine.
"Go back to my ass," he commanded.
She ran her tongue down between the cheeks and began sucking loudly on his puckered ass-hole.
"Oh, the Orient!" he groaned as he flexed his buttocks. "Such associations!"
He handed her the chain which he had brought to the bed. Susanna didn't know what to do with it. He took it from her and pressed the first link up his ass-hole. Susanna took it from him and continued stuffing the chain links up his ass-hole.
"The Orientals-nnnnhhh-are such marvelous-nnnhhh-innovators-mmmm...."
When Susanna had completely filled his ass-hole with the chain he rolled over on his back and pointed his cock at her. She opened her mouth and enveloped it inside. Her cheeks puffed out as his cockhead jammed into her mouth. From the tip to the base, his cock was wet with her saliva.
He squirmed in ecstasy, running his fingers through her long hair as she sucked him hard. Her warm lips slid quickly over the stiff flesh of his rod.
"Suck me! Suck me! Faster ... mmmm ... FASTER!! Oooooh!" he groaned, pumping his ass furiously. "I'm going to shoot! I'm going to shoot! Pull the chain out of my ass. PULL THE CHAIN!"
Susanna quickly groped for his ass-hole and dug inside. She pulled quickly as his cock emptied into her throat. There was a lot of cum and some of it ran out of the corners of her mouth. Her tongue was pressed under the base of his cock and she tried to ease it out of her mouth to catch what was running down her chin. Finally, he was still. She kept her mouth over his cock until he motioned her to get off.
The chain played a featured role in their week together. At various times, he stuffed it up her ass or into her cunt. He even beat her with it. At the end of the week he gave it to her, adding that it was a bit of paraphernalia that she shouldn't be without.
The weeks and the men blended together in Susanna's mind until it was difficult for her to separate them. She remembered that Christian had been strangely gentle, but the black man had delighted in humiliating her in the most vile ways. Zack had alternately fucked her and whipped her.
Of all the disciples Costas had been the most difficult. His "specialty" was to fuck her up the ass with his gloved leather hand.
All of them demanded the impossible of her and she, somehow, managed to give it.
The foremost thought in her mind during those weeks of sexual degradation was that Link was waiting for her. She would take her place at his side. He had promised her and that promise had kept her going.
CHAPTER ll
February second!
The time for the ritual had come at last. Susanna's excitement was uncontrollable. She knew that she was on the threshold of discovery, of endless knowledge, of timeless sensuality!
The moment she had been waiting for all her life was at hand. How does one prepare oneself for such a happening? Susanna didn't know.
Would she have to decide what path to take or would the decision be made for her? Susanna was alternately nervous and subdued. An aura of sublime content mixed with impatience surrounded her. For a full week she had been prepared. She had seen no one but Thea and Raina. She had been fed organic foods and tanned by artificial means. She was rubbed and polished and painted and repainted like an expensive show animal.
On the final day an outside hairdresser and makeup artist had been called in to enhance her own beauty.
Now she waited to be called.
She studied her reflection in the mirror. She had never before been so regally beautiful. She fingered the small flowers that were intertwined in her long tresses. On her feet she wore delicate silver sandals and around her shoulders, a gossamer silver cape ... and nothing else.
There was a movement outside her door. She caught her breath and opened the door. There stood the dog! He entered. She saw that he was wearing a silver collar exactly like her own. He circled her and nudged her thigh with his nozzle. Susanna felt faint but she knew she must not show any fear. The dog nudged her out the door and she followed him up the spiral staircase to the room where she had first seen Number One. It seemed years ago.
As she ascended into the room, the crowd turned to look at her. They cheered and clapped and stomped their feet. The people were completely nude except for accessories made of silver. The men were wearing bits of jewelry, arm-bands and dangling necklaces. The women were wearing wigs of spun silver which shimmered like thin slivers of ice.
The dog conducted Susanna to the center of the room. As the people parted, she could see an altar hewn of rough stone. Her heart stopped. It was just like in her dream. No, no ... she mustn't show fear!
The dog disappeared into the throng of worshippers and the music reached a crescendo. The women began dancing around her, circling her. They leaned forward and slapped their metal hair across her body. The thin material of the cape didn't protect her flesh and the sharp tresses licked her body with tongues of pain.
The music stopped! The dancing women withdrew and everyone became silent and turned to
Susanna, looking past her. Behind her stood Number One, dressed only in a flowing silver cape like her own and his pendant.
He guided Susanna to the altar, removed her cape, and gently laid her down. He placed a large silver goblet between her soft thighs, and one by one the twelve disciples came forward. Each in turn masturbated into the cup until it was full to the brim with their juices.
Number One took the cup from it's resting place and held it high. He began chanting the Mass backwards as the people began a sensuous dance around the altar. They paused to run their tongues or fingers over Susanna's body. When Number One finished the mass, they froze in position. He brought the cup of sperm to Susanna and lifted her head slightly. He placed a bitter-tasting wafer on her tongue and then pressed the edge of the goblet to her lips. The heat of the sperm intermingled with its strong masculine odor intoxicated Susanna.
"Drink," he said quietly. She opened her mouth and tipped the goblet. The juice began to pour down her throat. Susanna swallowed it slowly but eagerly. When she finished he took the goblet from her. Her eyes were burning and htr head spun round and round. She began to float into the center of a swirling mass of visions. The figures around her took on fantastic twisted proportions.
The faces of the women seemed to melt, leaving their features fused into horrifying masks of hate. She could vaguely see the warped images of the men as they approached her, their cocks standing straight out from their bodies in hideous proportions. Susanna shook her head and tried to focus her eyes. She became aware of Number One-of Link, his face coming closer to hers-was it Link?
It blurred, becoming Clay's! Susanna shut her eyes tight and when she reopened them again Link was bending over her to kiss her, to kiss her. She opened her mouth and was enveloped by another pair of lips ... kiss ... suffocating. ... gasping for breath ... taste ... foul. The face pulled away from her. God! It was the dog's mouth! The dog's taste! Susanna gagged, but-but-it wasn't the dog ... it was Link? Oh, Link, what's happening to me?
The disciples began stroking the entire length of Susanna's body with their hard cocks. They pressed them against her flesh, rubbing and caressing her moist smoothness. Their cocks expanded and contracted against her tingling skin, touching her as if searching for an opening. Susanna wanted to be satisfied, to have their cocks plunging into her.
"COCK!" she cried. "Give me all the cock in the room. I want cock! COCK!! "
Then an incredible thing happened. In her blurred ecstasy, all the cocks seemed to fuse together, becoming one unbelievably monstrous prick.
Was it her imagination or had she been drugged? Was the fabulous cock for real? Had Number One called upon Satan? Or ... was Number One Satan himself? She remembered the face on the door knocker.
The room was filled with a whining disembodied voice which echoed around the room, "I have never lived before. ... I have only just begun to live now!" It was her own voice!
The cock, the gigantic cock, seemingly unconnected, stood between her thighs. She tried to move, to run, but she could not. Clasping hands held her body rigid to the altar. The cock thrust itself forward; a wave of agony swept over her like a tidal wave breaking on the shore. It was the beginning! Or was it the end?
Her own mocking words reverberated around her. "I have never lived before!" She was being split in two by the unearthly cock!
Susanna heard herself screaming and the sound bounced off the walls of heaven itself.
An attractive young girl is bored with her existence, her job, her friends, her parents. All the components of her dull existence do nothing to make her face the new day with interest.
One evening she discovers an ad which reads "Do you have special tastes? Have you discovered the dark side of sensuality wherein pain is the ultimate pleasure? Come partake of the ritual that cleanses through the joy of humility! Experiences undreamed of . ... "
She tries to forget the ad but the words dance around in her mind. "Experiences undreamed of . ... " In desperation, she dials the number.
It rings several times.
"Yes," says a voice finally.
She licks her lips. "I'm calling about the ad in the paper . ... "
