Amy yawned as the tour bus stopped at yet another medieval church. She'd seen so many churches in the last week, she was ready to become an atheist just so she wouldn't have to go into another one. Unfortunately her parents were both architects, and for them the old buildings held a great deal of interest.
"Hurry up Amy, for goodness sakes." Her mother said, frowning down at her impatiently.
"I'll wait here."
"You'll do nothing of the sort. Now move." Amy grumbled insults under her breath and preceded her mother down the aisle and down the stairs of the bus. She slouched across the parking lot towards the gigantic entrance of the church, letting her mother catch her up and then precede her.
France was supposed to be a romantic place to visit, especially Paris, but she hadn't seen much of romance so far. Of course she hadn't been able to give the place a fair shot, what with her parents tagging along with her every place she went.
She just wished she could find a way to dump them and head out on her own for an evening. They didn't mind quite so much her wandering around on her own in the day, but after dark they figured there were all sorts of french rapists laying in wait for her.
And if it weren't the rapists and muggers than it was the sophisticated Frenchmen who would seduce her the moment she was away from mommy and daddy's protection. They acted like she was from Iowa or something and not Chicago.
Chicago might not be Paris, but it sure had more than it's share of perverts and creeps, both of whom she had more than a passing familiarity with. She seemed to attract them like honey attracts flies, something about her looks, she guessed.
It was hard to complain about her looks; she was beautiful, after all. It was just that she wished that nature hadn't bee quite so ... generous, in certain areas, and that her face didn't look quite so ... so ... innocent.
Girls with big boobs always attracted more than their share of creeps, of course, but she was also damned with shortness, and a cutesy pie face. That meant that every man who saw her figured her for an easy target. The crap she'd heard!
It had started around twelve. She'd been an early developer and had a thirty-four B while her friends were still in training bras. By thirteen she was a thirty-six C cup and by fourteen a thirty eight B. Luckily she hadn't grown much bigger than that, since she was so short, that even a thirty-four would have made her look top-heavy.
She blamed Hollywood for making idiots think that if a girl had a big chest, or worse, a big chest and blonde hair, she must be a bimbo without a brain in her head.
Still, she preferred her big chest and small size, as well as her innocent face, to being, say ... ugly, or fat. She'd rather look like she did than like her friend Emily, who was a stringy beanpole. She just wished boy she met wasn't thinking about fucking her even while saying hello.
She sighed and leaned against the wall just inside the huge front doors. Her parents were wandering around, carefully photographing everything and remarking on it's historical significance to architecture.
She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a ragged orange tank top cut a few inches below her breasts. She figured, if she couldn't have any fun, at least she could tease all the men who saw her. She liked being stared at and wanted ... sometimes.
"Bored?"
She turned idly and looked up, her eyes opening slightly wider as she saw the stunning looking woman standing there and smiling at her.
"Yeah."
"I do not blame jhou. Churches can be borhing placees."
She looked to be around thirty, and very tall, maybe a foot or more taller than Amy. She was wearing a sleek looking green mini-skirt and had long, straight black hair.
"What're you doing here then?" she asked.
"Ah well, I can not help eet jhou see. I had to veeseet my cousin. He works zhere."
"Oh." Amy didn't know what else to say. The woman was extremely intimidating, her obvious grace and sophistication making Amy feel like she had cow dung on her heels.
"You are American, no?" She said, not really questioning it.
"Yeah. How'd you know."
"Oh I do a lot of traveleeng. I can usually tell jus by lookeeng at peopole, where zhey are from."
"You speak very good English." There was an obvious accent but every word the woman said was perfectly clear, un-like most of the frogs she'd talked to so far.
"I do everyzing well. Eet ees one of my obsessions, always to be good at what I want to do."
"Sounds cool."
The woman smiled tolerantly and started to walk on, then she stopped and turned back.
"You know, churchees are zee wrong placees to go for interesting sights."
"Tell me about it." Amy sniffed.
"You might try over zhere." she pointed at a doorway across the street. "That ees a verry good nightclub."
"My parents won't let me out of the hotel at night without them." Amy grumbled.
"Ah, yes. I remember how over-protecetive my own pareents were. Steell, eet ees mostly joung peopole your aje that go zhere and eet is jus around zee corner from zee police station zhere. Perhaps you can use zhat as an argument."
She looked across at the place. It didn't look like much, but it was only a dozen blocks down a straight road from her hotel.
"Maybe I'll try." she said. "Thanks."
"Do not mention eet, dear." The woman walked away, her every move smooth and refined. Amy sighed as she watched, wishing she could look and act like that. She was willing to bet men didn't take that woman for granted.
That evening she tried the argument on her parents, who were intending to go to some awful old concert and take her with them. They didn't like the idea at all, but she put on a tantrum and threatened to sulk for the entire evening.
Her father angrily warned her that she wasn't too big to spank. Her mother looked at him with tolerance, then sighed and agreed that Amy could go to the club, provided she was home before them, no later than ten. Amy agreed eagerly, thankful for any chance at freedom.
She pulled out a smart orange silk shirt. Orange was her color, she thought. It slid tightly around her covers and she slid a short white mini-skirt beneath it, with a wide brass belt. She put on a pair of high heeled shoes and then looked at herself in the mirror.
She didn't look sleek and sophisticated, but she did look kind of good she thought, fighting off the description "cute". She went downstairs and had the doorman hail her a cab. She had no intention of walking on a downtown street at night.
Five minutes later she was blinking her eyes against the dimness as she walked though the narrow door to the club. The music was pounding so loudly she couldn't hear herself think, and her eyes kept getting blasted by sudden bolts of light coming from rotating miniature spotlights and blinking neon signs.
The place was packed, with wall to wall people. She couldn't find any empty chair so went to the bar and ordered a white wine. The French were pretty loose about drinking laws, especially when it came to wine. The guy didn't blink an eye, handing her the drink a few seconds later.
She sipped on it as she looked around. The place didn't look bad. There were a lot of cute looking guys there, anyway. Most of them were older than her, quite few were a lot older in fact, but that didn't bother her much. It would have bothered her parents if they'd known.
That woman was wrong about the clientele. About a third were teenagers, but most were a good deal older. She quickly finished the wine and turned back to the bar and ordered another. While her back was turned someone pinched her ass.
She turned around with a glare but couldn't tell who it had been. She glared at everyone just to be sure and then carefully picked up her glass and started sipping. Before long a goofy looking french guy who was almost completely bald, came over to he and asked her to dance. She turned him down.
She wasn't going to dance with people old enough to be her father. They would all be boring or perverts anyway. Another guy asked her, this one a lot cuter looking and she agreed. They danced two fast numbers before he returned to his table with a parting grin.
She ordered another wine, not wanting to just stand there looking like an idiot. Just as she was finishing it another guy asked her to dance, then another after him. She was on her fourth, or was it fifth wine when someone tapped her shoulder.
She turned around and recognized the woman from the church.
"Oh hi." she said, smiling.
"I'm glad you took my advice." the woman said. She was wearing a tight leather mini-dress and her legs were incredibly long. Amy sighed in envy.
"I'm just glad I could convince my parents." she replied.
"My name is Celine." the woman said, holding out her hand. "I'm Amy."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Amy. Would you like another wine. I noticed you are finished your glass." Amy looked down in surprise, then nodded happily. The woman held up two fingers at the bartender, pointing to the glass in Amy's hand.
"So what do jou zhink of zee place?"
"It's loud!" Amy yelled. Celine smiled and nodded. The wines were delivered and they each picked up a glass. Amy downed half hers in one swallow, but Celine sipped hers and Amy felt like a goof right away. Then Celine made a funny face.
"Zhees ees awful wine." she said, her lips wrinkling.
She spoke to the bartender and he brought another pair of glasses.
"You must learn to distinguish between a good wine and a bad wine, my dear." The words were soft and sympathetic but Amy felt like an ignorant bumpkin again. She blushed deeply. Celine didn't seem to notice.
"Zhere ees a table over zhere." she said, grabbing Amy's hand and hurrying over to claim it before someone else did. Amy sat down thankfully. She'd been on her feet for almost two hours.
"Meet any handsome men jet, dear?" Celine grinned.
Amy shook her head and shrugged. "Not really." she said.
"Eet ees right to be discerning." Celine agreed.
A suave older man asked Celine to dance and Celine graciously agreed. Amy watched the two fairly floating on the dance floor and grumbled jealously to herself. When another guy asked her to dance, she almost said no just because she felt she'd be clumsy and awkward compared to Celine.
She agreed though, and kept looking towards Celine and trying to copy her movements. By the end of the dance she was sweating and downed another glass of wine with just two or three swallows.
Celine came back and brought a bottle, filling her glass.
She found herself confessing not only her boredom with Europe to Celine, but almost everything else as well. She told her about how the boys and men targeted her because of her looks, and about how she'd lost her virginity in the back of a car with a guy named Jack. She told her how she hated school, despite being skipped two grades. She told her all kinds of stuff, including her fantasy about being captured by pirates and held as a love-slave. The pirates were all Hollywood stars, of course. She and Celine giggled about that.
Then she was wandering out the door of the club, totally smashed, and leaning heavily on Celine. Her vision wavered slightly as Celine helped her into the back seat of a car. It was a limousine, Amy noted, with awe. A big man closed the door and got in the front, pulling smoothly away from the curb.
Celine had had to put her arm around Amy to keep her from falling as she staggered to the car, and it was still around her, though she barely noticed. Her head fell sideways, resting on Celine's shoulder and Celine stroked her silky blonde tresses.
Amy didn't notice when Celine unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt, nor even when she unclasped her bra and her fat breasts tumbled free. Celine slid her hand over Amy's big left breast and cupped it, as if she were testing the weight of the fleshy mound.
Then her fingers searched out the soft nipple, small and pink despite the size of her boob. She slid her thumb and forefinger around the nipple and began softly rubbing them together, twisting her nipple between them.
Her nipple began hardening, and her breast with it. Celine softly stroked her breast, her palm making slow circles and her fingers squeezing lightly. Amy looked down, her befuddled mind confused by the sudden warmth in her chest and the feeling of her breast's growing heavy and hard.
The next thing Amy knew, Celine's right hand was under her skirt and rubbing her pussy through her panties. The awareness of that came on her gradually, and for some reason there wasn't the sense of anger or aggravation that she usually felt when a boy did that.
It almost felt right, almost. Instinctively though, her hands went down to Celine's wrists and she tried to push the hand away, mumbling something neither of them could understand. But her hands felt very weak and uncoordinated and Celine's hand stayed there, rubbing patiently at her crotch.
Amy felt a warmth seeping into her body, felt herself becoming aroused. She blinked in drunken confusion, her hands still on Celine's wrist. Celine's hand slid upward along her abdomen, then her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
For the first time, Amy felt the woman's fingers against her pussy hair, then felt them sliding under her, felt her pussy pressed against Celine's palms. Celine rubbed back and forth and Amy gave a strangled moan, her head falling back and her mouth opening slackly.
Celine was still slowly and gently stroking and fondling her left breast through the opening of her shirt Now she exerted more pressure, squeezing her thin fingers harder into the thick, fleshy mound, squeezing them tighter, as Amy sighed and shook her head in confusion.
Celine kept rubbing at her pussy with her palm, then her middle finger found Amy's slit and slid up and down between her pussy lips. Amy grunted as she felt the digit slide across her clitty, then grunted again as the tip pushed into her cunt hole.
It twisted slightly from side to side, then pushed deeper and deeper. Soon it was far inside Amy and the woman began to pump it in and out, carefully pressing it against Amy's clit on every stroke. Amy whined and her body trembled slightly.
Her hands still held Celine's wrist, but she wasn't sure if that was because she wanted it to go away or rub harder. Then Celine kissed her full on the mouth. At first she did nothing, then she slowly responded, letting her tongue move against the tongue pushing inside her mouth.
Their tongues danced together as Celine continued to pump her finger in and out of Amy's tight pink pussy hole. Amy could feel the moistness of her cunt now as Celine's finger slid in and out of her. She didn't know what was happening to her body but she was suddenly unbeArably warm.
She made no objection when Celine carefully unbuttoned the rest of her shirt with her other hand. Then Celine's mouth pulled away from hers and slid down onto her suddenly bare left nipple. Amy gasped loudly and humped her crotch up at Celine's pumping finger as she felt a tidal wave of sensual pleasure roaring over her.
She just had time to catch the chauffeur's eyes staring at her in the rear-view mirror before she came. She grunted repeatedly, shoving her crotch hard against Celine's finger, trying to impale herself on the pumping digit.
She whined and shook, her body flaring with flaring energy as an orgasmic explosion ripped through her belly. When it was over she lay there, nearly unconscious, her legs spread and her head cocked far to one side, unmoving.
Celine kept pumping her finger in Amy's cunt though. Her tongue was a torturous, mad little feather as it slid around and around Amy's big left nipple, then move to her right. Amy hardly felt them at first, but then her right hand came up and pressed against Celine's head.
Celine obligingly licked harder, then she seized Amy's left nipple between her lips and suckled heavily, her tongue rasping in tight circles across it. She bit down lightly, chewing on Amy's sensitive flesh and making the little blonde squeal in pleasure.
Then Celine pulled on her panties, tugging them down her legs and off. She pushed Amy's shirt right over her shoulders, though didn't take it off. She began fingering Amy's pussy again, her fingers opening the teenage's slick pink lips and revealing her clitty.
She began grinding her middle finger over Amy's clitty, rubbing furiously as Amy whimpered and then began to gasp and pant for breath as her body to burn with sexual fever. Celine slipped two fingers into her tight, silky tunnel and began pumping her rapidly.
Her thumb concentrated on Amy's clitty, expertly manipulating the hard, swollen little pink bud as Amy humped her crotch upwards. Celine's lips returned to Amy's, kissing her deeply, passionately. She crushed Amy's lips against hers, her tongue whipping around inside Amy's mouth like a live snake.
Amy came again, shaking uncontrollably as her cunt blasted her into a powerful orgasmic firestorm.
Her head thrashed from side to side and Celine had to grab a thick chunk of her hair to hold it in place as her lips locked around Amy's and her tongue flickered against her.
Celine stabbed her fingers into Amy's pussy with deep, powerful thrusts, pumping them furiously into the soft, wet tunnel. Then she shoved Amy over onto her back, and rolled atop her. Amy's legs spread of their own accord and Celine's body slid between them.
She felt the harsh rubber of Celine's skirt as the woman rubbed her crotch against Amy's drooling pink hole. Celine's mouth was devouring her, and she felt for a moment, like her entire soul would fly up through her mouth and into Celine's.
Then Celine pulled her mouth away and Amy gasped dazedly. Celine's lips sucked deeply against her right nipple. She seized the fat mound in both her hands and squashed it tightly, shoving the malleable blob of meat upwards like a mushroom.
She sucked in a great mouthful of tit meat and chewed hungrily as the blonde whimpered and writhed beneath her. Her hands were kneading and fondling Amy's breasts with a hard, almost brutal grip. Amy's big titties were like jelly, being twisted and mashed and pulled this way and that as the older woman continued to lick and suck on them.
Then she slid her tongue down Amy's body, sucking and nibbling at her lower chest, and then her belly and abdomen. She shoved Amy's mini-skin: up so it was a small bunched up strip of cloth above her hips and then pulled Amy's legs wide open.
Amy gazed dizzily up at the car's roof as she felt the woman's fingers begin to fondle her crotch again. She felt Celine's fingers thrusting into her, then felt her lips on her pussy. Celine began to suck on the bountiful fuck juices coating Amy's cunt.
Her tongue slid up and down Amy's cunt slit, then began to push inside, lapping hungrily, sucking and even nibbling at the sensitive flesh. She pushed her tongue deep into Amy's hole, making the blonde wriggle her ass on the couch and murmur vague protests or pleas.
She pulled the little pink pussy lips apart and then gazed at the girl's pretty clit. She slid her tongue down against it then, lapping like a cat. Amy laughed, then sobbed. Her fingers dug into the palms of her hands as she felt her fuck-pit glow with heat and excitement.
Her head rolled from side to side and her eyes closed tightly as a massive sexual eruption neared. She felt her body vibrating like a car with locked brakes. The vibrations grew worse and worse until her body was shaking violently. Then it was like the brakes were released. She shot forward, rocketing upward into a blinding release of orgasmic bliss.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried.
"UUUUNNNGGGGGGGGHHHH!" Hammerblows of orgasmic energy blasted into her, sending her mind reeling.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, her body bouncing wildly on the seat. Her legs rose up and were jerking repeatedly, her pointed toes stabbing up towards the roof.
Then they flopped back to the seat and a powerful surge of ecstasy ripped through her. Her back arched, her fat swollen breasts rolling back against her chin, then she gave a vast moan of utter bliss and contentment.
Celine rose from between her splayed thighs and grinned smugly at the panting girl. Amy's eyes were closed and her jaw hung slackly as she sought to recover her breath. Celine gave her little time. Her hands stroked the soft flesh of Amy's inner thighs, cupping her round little buttocks and stroking the girl's crotch to either side of the moist pink cunt-slit.
She slid a finger against Amy's anus, dipping it lightly in and out as she began to lick her tongue over the girl's slit again. Amy sighed in bliss, laying there unmoving, her left leg on the floor and her right up on the back of the seat.
Celine began fondling her buttocks more, lifting
Amy's ass off the couch as she munched on her pussy. Her appetite for cunt-juice seemed insatiable as she nibbed the blonde teenager's clitty and stuffed her tongue up her steaming cunt tube.
Amy felt herself cuming yet again. She gave a little whimper, her chest and belly still aching from the one. There was no hope of resisting though as she felt herself climbing higher and higher and higher, like a roller coaster moving upwards. Then she rounded the top and screamed as she started roaring down through her orgasm.
She writhed and jerked and bounced, her body convulsing and twisting mindlessly as a stream of wondrous gasps of delight flew from her pretty little lips. The orgasm finally rode through her leaving her drained and unconscious, with barely the energy to breath.
Celine's smile was almost a smirk as she looked down at the girl. She rose and then moved off the bed, yawning and stretching herself. She glanced at her watch, then got dressed and went downstairs. Charles was waiting, standing still as a sentinel.
"A productive evening, Madam?" he asked.
"Very." she smiled.
"Is that the Jew?"
"No, this is some silly American girl. I haven't found a jew yet."
"Is an American worth more than a Jew?"
"It depends on a number of factors, Charles. She's a lovely little thing, with a wonderful body. Men do seem to dote on large breasts, especially the Arabs."
"She will fetch a high price then?"
"Oh yes. A very high one. I'll ask a quarter of a million francs at least."
"Girl flesh costs a lot." Charles observed.
Celine sat on an exquisite Louis IX chair and snapped her fingers. Charles brought her a glass and carefully filled it with a rare nineteen-twenty vintage wine.
"Some girl flesh is. It depends on the girl." she sipped the wine and sighed. "And of course, the training."
"You are a masterful trainer, Madam."
"I am, aren't I. Of course the drug helps. Feed them enough of that for a few days, Charles and even after you stop, they won't have the will to say no to a child." She sipped the wine again.
"The perfect little fuck hole for men's use. The Arabs like submissiveness in their slaves."
"Are you expecting buyers soon, Madam?"
"Oh, in a couple of days I'll bring a few to have a look."
"What about Prince Abdulaah?"
"He just wants Jews, Charles. Why don't you go and keep your eyes open for me? There's a bonus if you find the proper one."
"Certainly Madam."
"Lovely of course, obviously Jewish, if possible, say in her early twenties."
"I would have thought younger, Madam."
"Usually that's the case, but Abdulaah wants an Israeli army woman. We'll find one the proper age and stick a uniform on her. He won't know the difference."
"What does he do with all these Jews, anyway?"
"Don't be silly, Charles."
"I beg your pardon, Madam."
"That's all right. Anyway, they don't last long with him. He hates Jews more than the average Arab, which is going a ways. Remember the last one, that, what was her name, Sarah?"
"The tall one?"
"That's the one. She barely lasted the day before he cut her throat. He actually took her out in the garden and cut her throat over his rose garden so her blood could act as a fertilizer."
"A gentleman." Charles observed.
"So he's a pig." She shrugged. "His money is as good as anybodies."
"Yes, Madam."
"In the meantime we have this little Yankee slut. It shouldn't take long to break her utterly. Then we can work on the Jew."
"You are so industrious, Madam." He bent and refilled her glass as she smiled, smugly.
TWO
Amy woke up slowly. She felt utterly drained and exhausted. Her eyes opened just a crack, peering out at the world through a bleary daze. She tried to move her head and gasped as waves of pain and dizziness rushed over her. She'd had a hangover once before, but nothing like this.
She lay still for a while, trying to remember what had happened. Her mind was still extremely foggy and she found it difficult to concentrate on anything. She kept drifting off before she completed her recollections and thinking of other things.
Slowly she patched together what had happened, at least, she thought she did, but then she couldn't remember why she'd bothered anyway, and began to think about pineapples for some reason.
She opened her eyes again, just a bit and looked at the ceiling. She didn't recognize it and became more confused, then she remembered she was in Paris, and in hotel room. That reassured her for a few moments, but then she remembered what the roof of her hotel room looked like and this wasn't it.
She was confused again. She remembered going out and ... and dancing, yes that was right. She'd danced with some people. Then what? There was a woman, she remembered. What was her name? Kathleen? No. It was something french.
. . .Celine, that was it. That was ... then she remembered in the car, remembered how the woman had undressed and made love to her. She moaned and her hands came up and covered her face, feeling the heat of her forehead.
But she remembered the pleasure then, remembered the awesome pleasure the woman had given her, and she felt her crotch grow warmer than her forehead. She felt herself becoming aroused as the events in the car played against the backs of her closed eyelids.
There was a strange cloudiness before her eyes and though her memory was returning she still had difficulty thinking straight. She lay there for a time looking up at the ceiling, trying to puzzle things through. Suddenly she saw Celine's face only a foot away.
She smiled and began stroking Amy's hair. Now that she had noticed the woman, Amy realized that they were in bed together, though she didn't think anything out of the ordinary about that. Besides, it felt good to lie there and let her slide her fingers through her hair like that.
Then Celine kissed her on the forehead. It made Amy feel happy. Celine's lips moved downward and she began to gently kiss the her lips. Amy didn't kiss back, but neither did she resist. Slowly her own lips parted and she felt the woman's tongue sliding back and forth across them before pushing into her mouth.
Celine's right hand cupped her left breast and squeezed lightly. Amy sighed, feeling the pleasure begin to build inside her. Her earlier attempts at rational thought disappeared as she abandoned herself to Celine's ministrations.
Celine's lips moved down onto her right nipple, and she began sucking at the little bud. Her nipple hardened rapidly and both her breasts began swelling with heat. Celine sucked her left breast while fondling her right with her left hand and sliding her right hand down Amy's belly and in between her legs.
Celine's hand felt strange against her pussy and Amy looked down. She couldn't see at first, but then Celine shifted her lips onto her right breast and Amy was able to look down at her crotch. Celine had pushed the sheets off and she could see her pussy clearly.
It seemed different for some reason. She stared at it for long moments as Celine's fingers slid up and down her slit and began to deftly push inside her. She spread her legs obligingly, watching Celine's long, thin middle finger disappear completely inside her pussy slit.
She had no hair, she saw, wondering why. She thought she had hair there before, though she was still very confused and her memories blurred. Then Celine had two fingers pumping in and out of her twat and she forgot to think about her pussy hair.
She lay back and closed her eyes, moaning and sighing as the older woman manipulated her body towards an orgasm. Just before she reached it though, as her body was trembling and her hands clenching and unclenching, Celine stopped and moved her face right in front of Amy's
"Your turn, my sweet." She leered. Amy wondered what that meant. Then Celine threw a leg across her body and squatted over her fat breasts. Amy looked high, high up the length of Celine's body to see her face surrounded by dark hair, looking back down at her.
Then Celine's buttocks came down on top of Amy's fat tit-pillows, squashing them like cushions. Celine let her full weight down on the malleable fleshy pads, and twisted her ass from side to side as if she enjoyed the sensation.
Amy found the pressure uncomfortable. It made it difficult to breath, but she didn't want to protest for some reason. Then Celine took some of her weight on her knees, moving her body backward, letting her ass cheeks slide off Amy's titties and down onto her belly.
She bent forward then and Amy could feel the her furry cunt muff pressing into the sensitive skin of her belly. She rubbed her pussy on Amy's belly as her breasts lowered over the blonde teen's face. Amy studied the two titties above her curiously.
Celine's titties weren't nearly as big as her own. They were much thinner hanging over like she was too, and her nipples were a darker shade, more brown than pink. Then Celine's right nipple was pressed against her lips and the breast meat behind squashed against he face.
"Suck me, luverh. Suck my teeties." Celine sighed.
Amy obligingly began to suck, feeling happy to obey. She sucked on the nipple like it was a straw
"Use jhour tongue, Amee, Tongue my neepple, rub eet hard with jhour tongue." Celine growled, somewhat harshly. Though they were only words, Amy felt herself cringing emotionally. She began tonguing the nipple in her mouth as fast as she could, and sucked harder.
Celine pulled the nipple out after a minute and let Amy suck on the other. Amy sucked hungrily, not only afraid of angering Celine but finding the sucking strangely soothing to her dazed mind. Also soothing was Celine's hands, both of whom held a thick handful of tit meat, and both of which were squeezing that meat repeatedly.
Then Celine pulled her titty away from Amy's mouth and slid her crotch upward again, squashing Amy's fat breast momentarily as she road across them. She knelt then with her knees on either side of Amy's face. Amy was looking of at the double half moons of Celine's buttocks.
She noted absently that Celine was tanned all over. Then she saw the thin crack between the woman's ass cheeks dropping towards her face. Her hands reached up automatically, cupping Celine's buttocks to prevent herself from being squashed.
"Suck my poossy, Ameee. Leeck my cleetty and push jhour tongue up my cunt." Celine gasped, shoving down harder. Amy's hands gave way, allowing the woman's gash, moist and smelling of cunt juices, to drop onto her lips. She began to tongue it, rather inexpertly.
Celine was unsatisfied, she pushed down harder, her strong hands grabbing Amy's wrists and forcing her hands back against the pillow on either side of her head. Celine rubbed her cunt against Amy's mouth as the blonde girl tried to tongue the slit passing back and forth over her.
"Not like zhat!" Celine snarled. She pulled Amy's right hand up, pulling out her finger and pushing it against her pussy. Amy felt her finger slide inside the woman's cunt tunnel. It was very tight and hot and wet, she noted.
Celine pushed her finger upwards, against the top part of her tunnel, so it shoved out against the back of her clitty. Then she gripped Amy by the hair, pulling her face upward against her crotch. It hurt and Amy mewled in protest.
"Zhere." Celine breathed. "Leeck zhere! Leeck hardhhh!" Amy did as she was ordered, tonguing the hard little lump Celine indicated.
"Poosh out against eet, jhou slutty beeetch!" Celine hissed, pulling her hair again. Amy moaned and pushed out with her finger, rubbing it after Celine cuffed her lightly.
"Ahhhhhh ... Zhat's eeeet." Celine sighed, humping lightly as Amy worked on her clitty. Amy's mind filled with pleasure at the words. She redoubled her efforts, pumping her finger lightly back and forth against the top of Celine's cuntlslit as she tongued the slit.
"Shove your tongue een my poossy, lovare girl!"
Celine gasped. Amy was worried for a moment about taking her tongue off the clitty, but did so, replacing it with her finger. She rubbed her finger against the clitty as she pushed her tongue deep into Celine's cunt-cave.
She tasted the thick cunt fluid the frenchwoman's pussy was secreting and found it delicious. She gulped it down as fast as her tongue could pump it out. Then there was a sudden gush of fluids, dousing her face as Celine began to moan and hump and rock back and forth above her.
"Yesssss Yessss leettle beeetthcccchhhhh! Ooohh! leeeeettllllle beeeeetchhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, grinding her crotch against the little blonde's face. Amy gulped her sloshing cunt juice, swallowing rapidly as it soaked into her face and dribbled down her chin.
Celine sighed and rolled off, laying on her side on Amy's right side. Amy turned to gaze at her and Celine kissed her forehead again.
"Suchh a good giiirlll!" she smiled. Amy fairly glowed with happiness.
"Does jhour poosy still feel hot, babee?" Celine grinned. Her right hand slid down between Amy's legs and began rubbing her pussy. Amy gasped and spread her legs wide, humping her crotch up at the woman's fingers as Celine began pumping a finger into her pussy, rubbing it across her clit on each back and forth stroke.
Amy began whining, her breathing became ragged and harsh and her body began to flush with heat. Faster than she could have imagined, she soared upward into a gut wrenching orgasm that sent blinding, multi-colored lights spinning before her eyes.
Her back arched and her ass bounced on the mattress as Celine lay propped on her elbow and finger fucked her. Celine had a strange kind of smile on her face, but Amy wouldn't have realized it if she'd been able to see. Her orgasm obscured everything else and only when she came down was she able to see and hear again.
"Jhou like zhat, babeee?" Celine cooed.
"Uhhhhhh. Yesssssssss!" Amy groaned, when she could talk.
"Perhaps jhou like me to do again, hmmm."
"Yes, Oh please, Celine?" Amy begged. "Ooooh. I do not know, Amee. Jhou might get hurt."
"I won't! I promise I won't!"
"Jhou bounce and shake so much when jhou cum. I am afraid jhou get hurt." Celine said, sadly.
She stroked Amy's breasts with her hands, tweaking the hard nipples as Amy stared down at her hand.
"I know!" Celine said. She got up and moved over to a dresser. Amy's eyes followed her smooth, graceful movements, and she found herself becoming aroused just watching the play of muscles beneath Celine's tanned skin. Her eyes drank in the woman's beauty, from her perfect ass to her high, firm, rounded breasts.
Celine reached in, then pulled out several of what looked like leather bracelets, though there were chains on them also. Amy wondered what they could be for as Celine brought them back to the bed.
"Zees will make sure jhou do not hurt jhourself." Celine smiled.
Amy looked down as Celine sat on the edge of the bed and slid one of the bracelet things around her right foot and up around her ankle. She tightened it and then put the other on her left ankle. Amy didn't see what they could be used for but didn't really care.
Then Celine turned and placed one of the things around her right wrist. Amy looked at it curiously. It looked rather nice, she thought, except for the chain attached, which was about a foot long. She couldn't imagine wearing something like this. It would always be getting caught on something.
When both her wrists held the leather bracelets around them, Celine moved to the foot of the bed and gripped her ankles. She pulled the far apart, and then somehow attached the chains to the corners of the big, King sized bed.
She moved around to the head of the bed, through the pillows on the floor so Amy was flat on her back, then attached the chains attached to her wrist bracelets to the corners above her, pulling tight so Amy could hardly move her arms at all.
"Zhere now." Celine smiled. "Now we can have more fun, No?" Amy beamed up at her, feeling her pussy already warming up again.
Fred Smith was not happy. His daughter had not shown up at the hotel room at all last night and the stupid police showed almost no concern. Oh, they were pretending to be doing something, filling out forms and such, but he got the impression they didn't think it any big deal.
Martha was almost incoherent and he'd left her back at the hotel room under sedation. He glared at the man across from him, his thick moustache almost obscuring the man's mouth as he lazily sorted through a mound of papers.
"What are you going to do about finding my daughter?" he demanded. The man sighed and looked up, obviously annoyed. "We vill pass her descreeption to the cars in the area, monsiour. If they see her, they will peek her up."
"But.. . "
"We will also pass her deescription to the hos-peetals and other services in case they run across her. More than thees we can not do for now."
"What about that so-called club she went to?" he demanded.
"Eet is closed at the moment. If she has not returned by nightfall, we weel go and talk to zee people zhere and see if they remember her. Zere is little more we can do. I am sure she ees all right. She is simply having some fun, no?"
"Maybe your daughter is a slut, but mine doesn't stay out all night!" Fred glared. The man glared back, rolling his eyes somewhat.
"In fact, monsieur, I have only sons, and zhey do een fact stay out all night sometimes."
"Bahhh!" Fred turned away and stormed out the door. It was useless dealing with these imbeciles! What were frogs good for anyway? He'd talk to the embassy! They'd do something about this!
"Excuse me, monsieur."
He turned around just outside the entrance to the police station and glared at the man standing there. He was another stupid frog, and a rather shiftless looking one at that.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"My card, monsieur." The man handed him a dirty looking business card that said something in french.
"I don't read french." he sniffed. "Ooo, my mistake, monsieur. I am, how you say, detective. I perhaps may help you find jhour daughter."
"Why didn't you say that in there?" He growled.
"Ahhh, monsieur is mistaken. I am not zee police offeecer. I work for money, you see. I am for hire."
"You mean you're a private detective?"
"Yes! Zhat is eet!"
"I don't need a private detective."
"Ahh, but monsieur. Zhee police, Zhey weel not help jhou. Zhey zeenk ze young ladee is merely, wiz ze paramour, jhou know, zee loveer."
"My daughter doesn't have lovers!" Fred snapped.
"No, no! Of course not, monsieur. Perhaps she ees lost somewhere? Perhaps I may find her?"
"Get lost." Fred snapped.
"Monsier, zhees is a wicked zeety. Filled with evil men, many Arabs leev here who weell harm such a pretty jhung geerl as you describe to zee sargheant!"
Fred had a moment's indecision. Perhaps the fellow might be able to do something. Then he shook his head. The man was slouching even as he talked. His dirty, stained and rumpled suit looked too big for him and ten years out of date. The man also didn't look to have shaved this morning.
"I intend to go to the United States embassy." he huffed. "They will get action for me, I assure you. Now good day!" He stomped off, his back straight.
* * * * *
Amy pulled experimentally at the strong leather holding her ankles and wrists. It felt strange, not being able to move her limbs. Celine knelt beside her, then slid her own naked body down on top of Amy.
Amy sighed with happiness as the woman covered her body. Celine's skin felt warm and soft on her own and she enjoyed the sensation of their flesh rubbing together. Celine propped herself on her elbows and rubbed her breasts up and down on Amy's. Amy felt the hard points of Celine's nipples rasping across her fat tit meat and a shiver ran down her spine.
Her arms pulled at the restraints, but couldn't move. She was disappointed for she wanted to hug Celine, but Celine knew best. Her earlier fog had in no way dissipated and she was still finding it very hard to think clearly.
Celine was kissing her then, their lips meeting in slow, soft, wet kisses, rubbing from side to side as their tongues pushed out and touched lightly. Celine held her head in both of her hands, lifting it upward as she kissed down harder.
Her tongue drove between Amy's lips then, whipping about in her tongue as it caressed the inside of her mouth. She slid her right hand down between their legs, grinding her fist between their crotches as her ass moved in slow circles.
Amy groaned into Celine's mouth, her pussy catching fire instantly, sending churning waves of sensuous pleasure into her body. She rubbed herself right back at the woman, wanting to feel the hard pressure of Celine's fist against her fuck opening.
"Jhou like zhat?"
"Yes, Celine." she panted.
"Jhou are a slutty leettle girl." Celine admonished her.
Amy pouted, worriedly, but Celine kissed her and she felt better at once.
"I like slutty leettle girls." Celine breathed into her ear. "Are jhou a slutty leettle girl?"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Y ... yessss Ceelliiiinnnne!" she gasped, feeling two of Celine's fingers grinding together around her clitty.
"Say eet for me, babeee." Celine cooed. "Say how slutty jhou are."
"I ... I ... I'm s ... slutty!" Amy panted. "I'm a slutty girl! IUhhhhnnnnngggghhhh! Oh Celiiiine!"
Celine had fixed her mouth around Amy's left breast, opened her mouth wide and then closed her jaws around the center of Amy's big breast, biting down on the soft meat as she sucked and nibbed her tongue furiously against the hard little nipple.
"Say eet, babee."
"I'm a slutty girl!" I'm a slutty slutty girllllll!" Amy whined.
"Jhou are a whoooooreee?"
"Yes! I'm a wh ... whore! I'm a dirty whore!" Amy gasped. "I'm ... I'm a slutty whore! I-ahhhhhggghh!" Celine bit her other breast. Her teeth hurt but somehow the pleasure washed out the hurt and all Amy felt was a wondrous fiery bliss.
Celine moved down then to lay between her legs. Then her hands were on the inside of Amy's thighs and her face pushed into Amy's crotch. Amy felt her tongue probing against her pussy slit, then Celine's fingers pushed in and pulled her puffy bald little lips wide, wide apart, revealing the moist pink cuntflesh inside.
Her tongue moved in, rasping hotly across Amy's pink flesh, slurping and rubbing and dancing there as the blonde trembled and shook with ecstasy. She seized Amy's clit between her lips and rubbed them rapidly from side to side.
She let go, then pushed them in again, this time closing her ivory teeth against the little clit. She closed them tight, though without painful pressure and began to grind them from side to side as her tongue wriggled against the little bud.
Amy felt herself shooting upward again, her entire body rocking and quivering. Her arms and legs pulled violently at the restraints binding them and her ass bounced on the bed.
"Oooohhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ce ... Celiiinnne! Oh! I ... I ... I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm!"
"Cum for me, babeee." Celine grinned. She slid her lips around the clit again and her tongue went wild. She stabbed two fingers deep into the blonde girl's spasming cunt tunnel as Amy shrieked and came.
Her orgasm screamed higher and higher, her body thrown into a whirling, tumbling vortex that overwhelmed her senses. Then Celine bit down hard on her clit.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH!" Amy cried, her orgasm blasting instantly higher, rocketing upward into the stratosphere as the woman bit down hard on her clitty.
"GHAG-
HHAAGHAGHAGHAGHAGHAGHAAAAAA AAUUUUUUUUUNGH!
She writhed and thrashed insanely, pulling repeatedly at her bonds as her body fell apart and steaming, bubbling hot juices poured down her cunt. It seemed to last forever before she finally felt herself released from it's grasp.
"Jhou are mine, leettle one." Celine sneered.
* * * * *
Fred was outraged. Not only would the embassy not pressure the frogs, they acted like he was some kind of nut. He stormed out of the place, glaring at everyone around him as he cursed under his breath. What was he supposed to do now?
He didn't like the idea of returning home to tell Martha that nothing had happened and that nobody cared. He couldn't lie either. She'd always been able to tell when he was lying. His hands were deep in his pockets and he felt something there.
He pulled it out, remembering the dirty little frog outside the police station. Surely he would be a waste of time. On the other hand, he'd be cheap, and if he didn't find Amy, well then, let him try and cash his checks.
He stopped at one of the goofy looking phone booths the French used and rang the number on the card. He had to try several times before he got the right one, but finally it answered.
"Oui?"
"Ah, hello. Is this, um, Jean Monard."
"Oui. Ah, monsieur, eet is you, no."
"Yeah. You remember me."
"But of course, monsieur."
"I want you to do what you can to find my daughter."
"Certainmonte! I will require a photograph first."
"I have a few with me."
"Bon! I will come to your hotel and we will speak of details, no?"
"I'll meet you in the lobby."
"I can be zhere in ten minutes."
"Fine."
After he hung up, he realized that he hadn't told the dumb frog where they were staying. Well, he wasn't going to play with this stupid excuse for a phone again. If the man was a detective, let him find the hotel on his own.
Monard showed up just as he'd said he would, right on time too.
"I was wondering if you would show up." Fred said. "You forgot to ask me where I was staying."
"Ah, but monsieur. I knew from the police station. I heard jhou then."
"Oh."
"You have ze peecture?"
Fred opened his wallet and flipped through the pictures, finding a head and shoulders shot of Amy. He slipped it out and gave it to Monard, who was still looking at the wallet and another picture, which showed Amy standing between and in front of he and Martha.
"Perhaps zat one would be better monsieur." he suggested.
"This? It shows me and my wife. Amy's picture is bigger in this other one."
"Ah, yes. But this one is better. I can have eet blown up and you and your wife cut out."
"I like this picture!" Fred glared.
"I meant on the blown up peecture, monsieur.
"Well, if you feel it's better." he huffed, sliding the head and shoulders picture, shot at school, back in and taking out the other.
"I don't see why it's better though." he grumbled. Monard didn't tell him it was because Amy was visible from head to upper thighs. A lot of people, particularly men, would look a lot closer and remember a girl with tits that big and a waist that narrow.
"Rest assured, monsieur, I weel find her, eef she can be found."
"She damned well better be found!" Fred glared.
THREE
Amy WaSstill tied spread-eagled on the big bed. Celine had gone off and left her like that some time ago. She didn't really mind, she even kind of liked being held like this. She was still tired and not fully recovered from her cataclysmic orgasm and didn't really need to go anywhere anyway.
Then she thought suddenly about something, but it was gone before she could fix her bleary mind on it. Her surroundings were still foggy, but starting to become clearer. There was something ... somewhere she was supposed to be.. .
Celine walked in then, carrying a little bowl in her hand.
"Halooo, babeee." she smiled. She sat down on the bed next to Amy and then propped her head up with her left hand as she slid a spoonful of something against her lips.
"Seepzis babeee. "she said. Amy obligingly sipped the stuff. It tasted sort of like chicken soup, only there was a medicine taste as well. She wrinkled her lips at it.
"Eeez good, no?"
"Oh yes, Celine." she said. Something caught at her mind again and she remembered her parents. She was supposed to be home before ten! What time was it anyway?
"Ce.. . " she swallowed another spoonful, then a third.
"Celine?" she asked, swallowing another spoonful. "Jhes?"
Her head was starting to go all foggy again and she shook it once before taking another teaspoon of the stuff and swallowing it down.
"I ... I'm supposed to be back ... back at the hotel.. . "
"Swallow." Celine said pushing the spoon against her lips again.
"What hotel, dariinkr
"Uh ... I ... my parents.. . "
"You have no pareents, darlink. Jhou belong to roe." Celine said, smiling down at her foolishness and pushing another spoonful of the liquid into her mouth.
"But ... but I do.. " Amy protested.
"No jhou do not!" Celine said, glaring. "Now quiet jhourself and drink this!"
Amy's will crumbled to dust and she obediently swallowed the rest of the bowl. By the time she'd finished, she'd forgotten what they'd been talking about. She fell asleep for a while.
When she woke up, Celine was on top of her again, her nude body rubbing up and down against Amy's.
"Celiiiiiiiiiiiiine.. . " she sighed.
"Jes babee." Celine smiled, her lips closing on Amy's. The kiss was long and soft and passionate, their lips sliding back and forth together.
Celine moved down and began sucking on her nipples again. Amy tried to move but found that her arms and legs were locked tightly in place. She gazed up at her wrists in surprise, finding them bound in leather bracelets that were chained to the comers of the bed.
Her ankles were also bound like that and she couldn't remember why. Then Celine began rubbing her pussy and she forgot to care. Celine was half lying atop her and after rubbing her pussy for a few minutes, she stopped and rolled over so she was fully atop the blonde.
Amy felt something else besides the woman's soft flesh pressing against her. There was also something hard and long and thick pressed up between their bellies. She couldn't see what it was though, especially as Celine was kissing her.
Then Celine moved back and knelt between her spread legs. She gazed down and saw a big black thing sticking out from Celine's crotch. She wondered what that was. It was sort of like a cock, only bigger than any she'd yet seen.
She saw that it wasn't actually part of Celine. The beautiful woman was wearing a kind of harness around her that held the thing against her own pussy. It stuck straight out and Amy couldn't help giggling since it looked like such a funny thing to wear.
She watched as Celine knelt forward, holding the thing in her right hand and pushing the rounded head against her hairless pussy. She watched the head pushing against her slit, and felt the heavy pressure mounting. Her pussy lips seemed to thicken as the hard rubbery thing forced them aside, squeezing between them.
It hurt, kind of. Her pussy lips were pried wide, wide open by the big thing and for a moment, she almost protested, but she knew Celine wanted it so she didn't. She grit her teeth a little as Celine pushed harder still, and the thing began to slowly sink into her cunt.
It looked very strange there, the dark black against her white, untanned skin. It was very long too and Amy wondered how much Celine intended to push into her. She could feel it sliding slowly up her fuck-tube, thrusting her silky pink flesh aside as it widened her tunnel and plowed through.
"Zat ees good, no Amee? Jhou like zis, no?"
"Y ... yes." Amy gasped.
"I knew jhou would. Jhou slutty leettle girls all like big organs inside jhou."
"Wha ... what is it?" Amy panted, fighting back the pain.
"Ahh, ees a., how you say, a cock. Eet is cock for you, Amee. I fuck jhou wiz eet!" She threw her hips forward suddenly and the thing drove deeper into Amy's pussy. Amy gasped and panted.
"I fuck jhou wiz ziz, babee!" Celine growled. "I fuck jhou good. I fuck you so you can not walk!" She drew back slightly and then threw her hips forward again, sending the thing slicing up to the bottom of Amy's cunt-box.
"Ahhhh. OOOhhhh Ce ... Celiiinnnnee." she gasped.
"Shhhh. Steel more, babeee." Amy's cunt box felt bloated and overstuffed by the massive prong. It stretched out her cunt wider than ever before and was as tight inside her as her finger used to be when she was a virgin. She kept forgetting about her bonds and her arms and legs kept pulling at the leather restraints.
Celine propped herself on her hands, straightened her arms so her weight came off Amy, then began to slowly slide the big rubber thing out of Amy's cunt. It hurt as much going as it had coming in. She only pulled it out a few inches though, before stopping and forcing it back in again.
"Jhou love me, Amee?" Celine cooed.
"I ... Y ... Yes, Celine." She gasped.
"I love jhou too, Amee." Celine smiled, pulling the thing slowly in and out of her cunt. It was like a boy fucking her, Amy realized, wondering why Celine would be fucking her like a boy.
Celine was soon able to slid the thing in and out with more speed and she began to lengthen her strokes. She kept the pressure against the top of Amy's cunt as she pumped into her, and the dildo rasped back and forth against Amy's rapidly hardening clitoris.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh Celiiiiinnn!" Amy gasped.
"I know, babeee. I know." She pumped harder, sending the dildo plunging deeper into the blonde teenager's slit than it had gone before. The end was smashing against Amy's cervix, but Celine knew she could stretch out that little cunt and intended to do just that.
She drove the thing deep into the girl's belly, her ass springing upward then, drawing almost the entire length of the now glistening rubber cock out of the tight confines of the girl's drooling hole. She threw her hips forward then, sending it thrusting back deep into the tight twat.
Amy was grunting in time to the downward strokes, her head tossing and turning as her fat, swollen breasts rose and fell on her heaving chest. Celine let the entire length of the dildo slide out of her and watched her soft little cunt lips close.
Then she pushed the rubbery cock-head against the girl's crack and slowly drove it back inside, impaling Amy as she forced every last inch into the little blonde's fuck-box. She felt her cunt pressing against Amy's crack and let her entire weight come down on the girl.
Amy moaned and kept pulling at her bonds as Celine began to fondle and squeeze her breasts again. Her lips sought Amy's and the blonde returned the kiss with desperate passion. Celine began to hump her ass up and down again, moving in short, little arcs with the tip of the rod way up inside Amy's belly.
She stopped for a moment, with the dildo buried in the girl's tight, sucking hole, and raised her lips from Amy's.
"Are jhou a slutty girl, Ameee?" She cooed.
"OOooohhhhhhhhh!"
"Tell me what a slutty girl jhou are." Celine demanded.
"I ... I'm a slutty giiiiiirll!" Amy whined. "Say eet again."
"I'm ... I'm a slutty ... aaahhhhh, Celiiinnnne! D ... Do it! Fuck meeee!"
"Beg me." Celine smiled. "Beg me to fuck jhou."
"Pleeeeeaassee!" Amy whimpered, trying to grind herself on the cock inside her.
Celine resumed her humping motions, sliding the thick tool in and out of the whimpering girl's cunt crack, pushing it deep into her belly as she stroked.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Amy kept moaning, her eyes closed tightly as she humped up against the driving cock-tool. Her guts were being churned into jelly by the pounding rubber cock and she felt her skin shimmer and flare with sexual excitement.
"Slut!" Celine hissed. "Dirhty leettle who-oooree!" She drove the dildo hard into the helpless girl, who grunted in pain as the head smashed against her cervix. Celine raised herself on her hands again and then started rutting furiously into the prone blonde girl's crotch hole.
She sent the fat dildo hammering down, her ass rising and falling as fast as she could make it. Amy gurgled and choked, her body ruptured, blasting and ripping apart in a hurricane of orgasmic energy. She tried to arch her back, sending her fat tits upward as searing electricity ripped up and down her spine.
"Oh! Oh! OH! OH!. . . FUCK ME, CELINE!" Celine stopped suddenly and Amy almost burst into tears.
"Call me Mistress!" she snapped. "Always call me Mistress!"
"MISTRESS!" Amy cried. "MISTRESS! MISTRESS! FUCK ME MISTRESS! FUCK ME MISTRESS! PLLEEEEE A AASSSSSSE!"
Celine resumed her hard driving thrusts, skewering the girl's hot little cunt with powerful, almost brutal strokes.
At the base of the long fat rubber cock was a little round ball, sort of like a man's balls, only bigger. She reached down and squeezed it hard. Amy felt hot oily liquid gush down into her belly, splashing against the back walls of her fuck-box and seeping down into her womb.
She pulled against all four of her restraints simultaneously, her muscles contracting as her body was inundated in crackling, high voltage sexual energy. She grit her teeth and strained all her muscles, grunting desperately as she rode the climax to it's final conclusion.
Finally she was still and Celine let the fat cock slide out of her bald, puffy little cunt hole. Amy's chest was still heaving and her eyes were closed. Celine lay down next to her and began kissing her cheeks. Amy slowly opened her eyes just a bit.
"Ooohhhh, Celinnnnne!" she sighed.
Celine frowned and her fingers closed on Amy's left breast. She squeezed down hard, twisting the fleshy sack cruelly.
"OOOOWWWW!" Amy cried.
"Call me Mistress!" Celine growled. "Call me Mistress all the time!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Amy sobbed.
"You didn't call me Mistress!" Celine snapped, twisting the fat tit harder still. Tears streamed out of Amy's eyes as the pain mounted.
"That's better, babeee." Celine cooed, letting go of her breast and stroking it softly instead.
"Jhou must pay attention, Amee, when I tell jhou someting."
"Yes, Mistress!" Amy's voice quavered.
"You must be obedient to me!"
"Y ... Yes, Mistress." Amy whimpered.
"Jhou are a bad, slutty leettle girl, Ameee. A dirhty leettle whoooore. So jhou must obey me, yes?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress." she whispered, meekly.
"Good girl." Celine smiled. She kissed Amy on the cheek and then slid her tongue across the blonde's lips and dipped it lightly inside.
She sat up then, her hands working at the leather bracelet things on Amy's ankles. They didn't come off but Amy could suddenly move her legs again. She saw that Celine had removed the chains. Then Celine leaned over her, her titties inches above Amy's face.
Amy wondered if she should suck on them but was afraid of doing anything without Celine telling her to. Celine unfastened the chains from the other leather bracelets and her hands came away from the posts.
"Sit up, Amee." Celine directed.
"Yes, Mistress." Amy panted, slowly rising. She found she was incredibly weak, and Celine had to help her to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Now stand."
Amy tried to stand, but couldn't. Celine had to half lift her until she swayed there on wobbly legs, feeling dizzy and light headed.
"Stand still for a few moments, babee." Celine said, holding her. After a bit, she became less dizzy and slightly less wobbly. Celine moved her a few steps forward, then stopped. She moved behind her and pulled both of Amy's wrists up behind her. When she moved back beside her, Amy found her wrists wouldn't move. The bracelet things were held together somehow.
She stood in front of the little blonde and Amy looked up at her questioningly. Celine smiled and brushed some of her tangled blonde hair out of Amy's eyes. Amy smiled gratefully.
"Do Jhou love me, Ameee?" She cooed.
"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress." Amy breathed.
"Jhou are a slut, no?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Kneel down, my pretty little whooore." she smiled. Amy obediently knelt, though Celine had to help her. When she knelt before the woman, Celine spread her legs somewhat and Amy was looking right into her pussy.
"Show me jhou love me, Amee." Celine said. Amy tilted her head back and pushed her face up into Celine's crotch, her tongue sliding instantly up and down the woman's dark-furred cunt slit. She lapped hard, wanting to prove that she loved Celine. Her tongue raced from top to bottom of the tight slit, then moved back to the top and probed within her cunt lips, finding the hard clitty and rubbing against it.
"Ooooooo! Yessss Ameeeeeee!" Celine sighed, spreading her legs more. Her hands encircled the girl's head and she pulled the sweet face tighter into her crotch, rubbing herself against the pale skin. Amy's tongue whipped back and forth inside her slit, sometimes pushing up inside her tunnel, sometimes rasping against her clitty.
Celine began to sway in place, her cunt pushing back against the blonde teenager's face as she squeezed her fingers around fistfuls of hair.
"Suck me, babeeee! Suck me leettle slave!" she moaned. "Leek my pooseee!"
Amy did just that, swallowing mouthfuls of cum cream as Celine came against her face. The hot juice gushed down her tongue and into her mouth, filling her oral cavity as she pressed her tongue deeper. She swallowed again and again until Celine finally staggered away.
* * * * *
Several people had seen the girl. That didn't surprise Monard. Once the picture had been blown up it was obvious what delightful proportions her figure entailed. He wouldn't mind fucking her himself.
Who are you kidding, he thought to himself. You'd give your left ball to screw this hot little Yankee slut. Just looking at those magnificent breasts made his mouth water.
Although he'd found several people who'd seen her, none remembered her leaving with anybody, though a couple said she'd been rather drunk when she wobbled out the door. He checked with the taxi companies and none had picked up a girl at that time.
So, she perhaps, left in another's car. He swirled a mouthful of wine, not very good wine at that, and tried to figure where she'd have gone had she walked out alone and down the street. The lights were brightest going north on Rue Salanne, so she probably went that way.
He moved along the street, checking with the merchants still open at this time, and showing the picture to passersby. Nobody had seen her, though several professed to wishing they'd seen her. He turned back and went down the other way.
After going up and down the streets for an hour he went back to the club and talked to new people. Again, he found one or two who had seen her.
"She was sitting with a woman." One man said.
"A woman?" Monard perked up. "Where?" The man pointed at a table near the bar. "Who was this woman?"
"I don't know. A lovely fox, she was, though." The man described the woman, a dark-haired vixen of thirty or so, very tall."
Monard sat at an empty table and pondered this new turn. Could the girl be ... No. Such a waste that would be! But perhaps, being drunk.. . " He lifted the bottle he'd procured from the bar and drank straight from it.
There were a number of lesbian clubs in the city, not too many to check though. If this woman were one, she'd visit them now and then, and her description was a good one, very tall, lovely, elegant and sexy. He wouldn't mind meeting such a woman himself.
"Look at that pig over there." He heard. He looked up casually to see a sneering man, his elbow on the bar and his eyes on Monard.
"We have to stand up while a greasy old pig sits at a table himself." He complained. "He looks like he should be sleeping in an alley somewhere."
Monard ignored him. The man was big, but obviously drunk. He knew he could take him, even without the revolver he kept in his left pocket.
"Probably shitting on the chair." The man sneered, bringing laughter from his rather overweight female companion. Monard frowned at them. How was he supposed to concentrate with this buffoon talking?
"Hey old man. You shitting on the chair?" the man queried loudly. Monard sighed and swallowed several times from the bottle, then he drew his arm back and hurled it a the man. His aim was true and it struck him in the face, knocking him back against the bar.
The man cursed, then bellowed furiously and charged forward. Monard stood and picked up the chair, then swung it around right into the man's face, throwing him backwards again. The man rose once again, staggered slightly, then started forward.
One of the barmen then hit him across the back of the head with a club and he dropped to his knees, then fell on his face on the floor. Another barman, club raised, approached Monard, who calmly sat down and held up a two hundred franc note.
The barman took the note and let the club fall to his side. "Merci Monsieur." he said, bowing slightly. Monard gave him another bill. "Get me another bottle, would you?"
"Oui Monsieur." The man beamed. He fetched another bottle, kept the change and left. Monard went back to thinking about lesbians.
* * * * *
Amy had never seen a bathtub like this one. Instead of being squarish and tucked against the wall, it was far more rounded and out in the middle of the floor. Furthermore it was on little legs, which was extremely strange.
Celine had unlinked her leather cuffs, but then linked them together again in front of her. Now she knelt beside the tub, a bar of soap in one hand and a washcloth in the other as she washed Celine. The French woman lay back against the back of the tub, her arms behind her head as she rested.
Amy washed her front, being careful when she washed across Celine's breasts, and down between her legs. Then Celine had raised one leg after the other as Amy washed them. She sat forward obligingly as Amy washed her back, then leaned back again, her head bending back across the end of the tub.
There was a sort of sink thing on the end and Amy washed Celine's long black hair in it. Once, Celine had reached up, pulled Amy's head down and kissed her on the lips, then let her up again. Amy was suffused with pleasure and contentment for long minutes afterwards.
The Celine stood in the tub. Amy washed her ass and crotch as the sleek woman stood straight and tall, staring at the mirror on the far wall.
"Clean my ass, babeee." she said, spreading her legs and leaning forward.
"Yes, Mistress." Amy said.
Amy was about to rub the soapy washcloth along the woman's crack again when Celine stopped her.
"Weeth jhour tongue, Amee." she said. Amy blinked in puzzlement, then shrugged inwardly and dropped the cloth, bending forward and pressing her lips to Celine's ass-hole. She probed around the entrance with her tongue, feeling the softness of the little crinkled hole, then she pushed her tongue against it, her hands holding Celine's hips for leverage.
She pushed her tongue round and round the little hole, then drove it inside, pumping it with short little strokes as the woman sighed with pleasure. After a few moments, Celine stopped her and stepped out of the tub. Amy hurriedly rose and pulled a big towel off a rack, pulling it around the woman and starting to dry her.
Celine sat down then in front of the makeup counter. Amy moved picked up a brush and brushed out her long hair, then took a blow dryer and began to dry it. It took a while for Celine insisted her hair be sleek and fall just right.
Besides, it was hard with her hands bound together. She had to dry first, then brush, then dry, then brush. She could have done it much easier if Celine had untied her hands, but she didn't dare suggest it.
Celine moved to her bedroom again, and picked out some lacy black lingerie, which Amy dressed her in. It was very strange putting a bra on another woman. She did it easily though. Celine picked out a long, black dress and Amy helped her on with that too. Then she knelt and put Celine's shoes on and buckled them in place. They were high black heels.
After that, Celine bound her hands behind her again, then led Amy down the hall and downstairs. Amy couldn't help admire the plush rugs and deeply polished mahogany walls as she trailed along behind Celine. This sure was a nice place, she thought.
Celine led her through large rooms with high ceilings, all of them furnished with old but pretty furniture Though Amy preferred more modern stuff, she had to admire it. Celine stopped in a big dining room before a big table that had twenty chairs around it.
Celine sat down at the head and then ordered Amy to kneel beside her chair. Amy did so, waiting for her next order. Every time Celine glanced at her she felt warm and tingly all over and smiled eagerly, waiting for Celine to talk to her.
There was a sound behind them and Amy turned. A large black man strode forward, clad in black tie and tails. He held a big platter of food between his hands. Amy looked startled to see someone else here. She remembered her own nudity then and yelped, starting to stand up and cover herself.
"Kneel!" Celine's voice was lashed her and froze her in place.
"Bu ... but.. . "
"Kneel now!" Celine snapped. Amy slowly knelt again, her arms folded over her breasts.
"Put your hands on the outside of your thighs." Celine hissed. Amy gulped worriedly, glancing from Celine to the strange man and back again.
"NOW!" Celine growled.
Amy did as she was told, blushing deeply as she uncovered herself.
"You see my new pet, Charles?" Celine asked.
"Oui Madame." the man replied, his voice deep.
"Is she not pretty?"
"Oui, Madame. Very pretty."
"Did you hear that, Amee?"
"Y ... Yes, Mistress." Amy whispered.
"Are you not going to thank him for the compliment?" She demanded.
"Thank you." Amy said, in a small voice.
"His name is Charles." Celine snapped.
"Th ... Thank you Charles." Amy whispered.
"Louder."
"Thank you Charles." She repeated, louder.
"Look up at him, little slut."
Amy looked up at the man, who's eyes met hers with a trace of amusement.
"She is just a little slut, Charles. She will be taught manners eventually."
"I'm certain she will, Madame."
"That will be all for now, Charles." Celine said, dismissing him. He bowed lightly and then turned around, going back out the door. Celine began to eat, what smelled like a delicious steak. Amy knelt there unmoving.
After about twenty minutes, Celine held out her hand with a little piece of meat in it. Amy bent her head and slurped it up, chewing and swallowing it.
"Thank you, Mistress." she said.
FOUR
Celine took her time eating. Now and then she fed a little scarp xo Amy, who licked it out of her hand. Charles came in again with wine and then with a desert tray. Celine glared at Amy in irritation, then spoke to Charles in french. He nodded and went away. When he returned he brought a thick leather collar.
Celine turned and slid the collar around Amy's throat, then snapped it tightly together, tying it in place. It was as high as Amy's neck and pressed into the underside of her jaw. It held her head up straight, making it nearly impossible to bend her head downwards.
"Now you will not keep staring at zee floor." Celine sniffed, returning to her meal. Amy knelt there, dejected and unhappy because she had made Celine unhappy. A few minutes later Celine held a piece of cake for her and Amy's heart leapt.
She slurped it off and swallowed it quickly.
"Thank you, Mistress." She said, effusively.
"Jhou are still a bad girl, Amee." Celine sighed. "I can not have bad leettle girls around here."
"We shall see." She stared down at Amy for a moment, then smiled.
She picked up a little bell and rang it. Seconds later, Charles came into the room. Amy tried to drop her head again but couldn't. Instead she blushed. He was so dignified and all and here she was naked.
"Undo her cuffs, Charles." She said. Charles moved behind her and her cuffs came loose from each other. Celine watched her with a smile.
"Lay back on zee floor." she said. Amy did as she was bade, lying backwards so her feet faced Celine. Celine bade Charles come around and stand beside her chair.
"Open your legs." Amy gulped nervously but opened her legs.
"Wider, all zee way, babee."
Amy spread her legs wider for the two to see.
"Now I want you to play with yourself, babee."
Amy stared back without understanding.
"Mastehrbate for Charles. He would like to see jhou play with your leetle poosy." Amy stared at her an then at him, shocked by the sudden idea. Her hands twitched as if receiving conflicting orders.
"Now, Amee!" Celine's voice hardened.
"But ... but Celine.. . "Too late, she remembered she was supposed to call her Mistress. Before she could recover Celine had dismissed Charles, who left with a smile on his face. Celine glared at Amy, who lay there miserable.
"Come here!" Celine snapped, pointing at her feet. Amy sat up and then moved forward, kneeling before Celine's chair as the woman pushed it out from the table.
"Jhou are a bad girl!" Celine said, Amy's head tried to lower in shame but couldn't.
"Come and lie across my lap." Celine glared, pointing at her thighs.
Amy stood and then bent across Celine's lap. Celine shoved her further over so her head hung low and her ass cheeks stuck up in a vulnerable position. She fondled the girl's ass for a moment, feeling the softness and resilience of the sweet firm flesh.
Then she cracked her right hand down hard across the little upturned ass. Amy yelped and her hand went automatically back to protect her ass. Celine snarled and grabbed both Amy's wrists, shoving them high up her back as the girl gasped in pain.
One at a time, she snapped the leather restraints, which had little metal hooks in them, to the back of the collar around Amy's throat. They were locked tightly in place high up against her shoulders. Then Celine turned her attention back to Amy's ass.
"Bad, bad, bad girl!" she said sternly. "You should thank me for punishing you. I only do it to teach you." With that she slapped her hand down across Amy's buttocks again, her hand making a loud "CRACK" noise that echoed through the large room. Amy yelped again, and began whimpering.
Celine rubbed the red handprint on the girl's white flesh, then slapped down again, making another loud noise and bringing another cry from the little blonde. She began slapping regularly, her hand whacking down across the firm round cupcake ass cheeks.
Within a minute the girl's ass was a fiery red. Celine stopped briefly, her own hand grown warm. She slid her hand between the soft thighs, rubbing up and down for a moment, then palmed the little bald pussy and squeezed it. She slid a single finger in between the lips, twisting it down into the girl until her knuckles were pressed against the cunt flesh.
"Jhou are a bad girl, Amee." She said.
"I'm sorry, Mistress." Amy sobbed.
"Jhou make me punish you. I do eet only for jhour benefit."
"Thank you, Mistress. I'm sorry I was bad, Mistress."
"Jhou must steell take jhour punishment, Amee."
She resumed the spanking, slapping first one cheek, then the other, then both. She slapped her hand down until the girl stopped yelping and simply grunted with each blow. Then she stopped and ordered her to rise. Amy had to roll off onto the floor before she could awkwardly get to her feet.
She was bent backwards because of how high up her wrists were locked behind her back. Her hard, firm breasts stuck out with perfect symmetry, a pair of round melons that would make any man happy.
"You look very pretty like that, Amee."
"Th ... thank you, Mistress." Amee sniffed.
"Get back on jhour knees now."
Celine rang her little bell as Amy got onto her knees. Charles came out and stood behind her.
"Charles. Amee ees going to suck jhour cock for jhou."
"Yes, Madam."
Charles stood in front of Amy and undid his pants. They dropped to the floor. He wasn't wearing anything beneath. Amy looked at his crotch and the fat black cock hanging there. It looked awfully big to her, far bigger than the one's she'd seen before.
"Amee. Jhou must suck heem erect." Celine said.
"Yes, Mistress." Amy gulped.
Charles moved closer and she rose higher on her knees, sliding her lips around the soft head and sucking the cock into her mouth. She'd only sucked a couple of cocks before, but it was a pretty easy thing to do, she thought. She slid her lips up and down the length of the cock, applying suction and rubbing her tongue around the head.
She was no longer embarrassed at being naked, since Charles had turned from spectator to performer. The cock within her mouth began to rapidly harden and lengthen. It grew far too big to keep in her mouth and still kept growing. She was amazed at how thick it became.
It pushed her lips wide. She was barely able to engulf it's girth, and found it difficult sliding her taut lips up and down the thing, even for the small fraction of it's length that would fit inside her mouth. It was even bigger, she thought, than the one Celine had.
"Is that how you suck jhour boyfriends, babee?" Celine inquired. Amy nodded, her mouth still full of cock.
"Well, jhou must learn a new way then. Jhou are not doing well enough eef jhou only take so leettle inside jhou."
Charles put more pressure on her head, and began pumping his cock against her. His cockhead bashed repeatedly against the back of her mouth, threatening to push right into her throat. She tried to fight it with her tongue but the pressure was too great.
He pulled on her head, tilting it back and then drove his cock forward. It hit the opening of her throat and Amy gagged, almost throwing up, then it slid right on past, the fat cockhead going right into her throat tube and sliding down it.
Amy's eyes opened wide in horror as she felt the thick cock-rod forcing it's way along the narrow tube of her throat. It went deeper and deeper as a seemingly endless cock-shaft slid through her lips. She choked and struggled uselessly, but could do nothing as inch after inch of man-meat slid down her little throat.
She had a short neck and the cock must have pushed right past it. She thought she could feel the hard lump right inside her upper chest, like when she had a bad cold. Her throat tube was bloated out and jammed with prick-meat and her lips were pressed up against Charles's groin.
Her rubbed his pubic hair against her lips and nose as his prong throbbed inside her throat. All her breath was cut off and she began turning red. Then Charles slid his fat, donkey-cock back up her throat pipe and the head popped out of her throat and into her mouth. She gasped for breath, coughing furiously and retching as she drew in great, shaky breaths.
Then he pushed forward again, the cockhead clocking her throat and then sliding relentlessly into it and down the length until his groin was pressed against her lips again.
"Fun, no?" Celine said, sweetly. "Ees called deep throat. Men like theese vehry much." Charles grunted in agreement, sliding his big fuck-stick back up her throat again, letting the cock-head pop free so she could breath.
"Zee treek ees to phretend zat jhou ahre swallowing zee cock, so jhour stomeek she does not cumplain."
Charles's cock slid back into her throat and pushed down deep into her again. She didn't think it made any difference if she pretended to swallow.
The thing was too big for her little throat and hurt anyway.
Charles began to stroke his cock down her throat with a slow, regular rhythm and her throat eventually was able to adjust somewhat. She began to suck on it again and work her tongue over the shaft as it slid past, hoping to make him cum so he'd stop.
He seemed to have a lot of endurance though. For long minutes he continued to slide his giant cock down her throat, speeding up and fucking her face like it was a cunt. She gagged and gurgled as his cock pounded up and down her throat, using it with a casual brutality and lack of concern for her misery.
"Eez enough." Celine said.
Charles slid his cock out of her mouth then and Amy coughed again, her chest heaving.
"Vehry good." she said, clapping her hands. Amy managed a weak smile.
"Bend fohrwahrd Amee. Bend forward so jhour shouldehrs ahre on le floor."
Amy did as she was told, slumping down and bringing her head against the floor.
"Hraise jhour behind, Amee." Celine sighed in irritation.
"Sthraiten jhour knees." Amee's knees were fully bent and she raised them so her ass stuck out into the air towards the other two. The bare floor felt hard on her shoulders and head but she couldn't disobey Celine.
She felt a hand on her behind, slowly stroking the flesh.
"Ees zis not a sweet leettle behind, Charles."
"Oui, Madam."
"See Zee leettle pussy hole? Ees zis not eenviting."
"Vehry, Madam."
"You like to fuck hehr, no. Go and fuck hehr now."
"Thank jhou, Madam."
He carefully removed his coat and then undid his tie and shirt, not wanting them to get sweaty. He folded them all across a chair as Amy knelt there unmoving, ass pooched up. Then he smiled and dropped to his knees behind the little blonde. His big hands encircled her thighs and he jerked her legs wide.
"Sush a preety leettle puussy." Celine said.
Amy felt the thick, wet cock rubbing up and down her cunt. Charles sawed it away between her pussy lips, and she whimpered with anxiety. His hand rubbed over her ass, the hand entirely covering her little round ass while he sawed his cock between her pussy lips.
Then he pushed his cockhead against her hole and drove it forward. Amy's pussy lips spread and spread, bunching up to either side as the big black cock slowly pushed into her. She closed her eyes and murmured a desperate protest as her cunt was stretched wide by the hot invading prong.
It pushed deeper and deeper into her silky tunnel, probing deep inside her belly as Charles sought to bury the entire thing inside her. He reached bottom while he still had several inches remaining though. His hands went around her waist, completely circling it, his thumbs and fingers locking together.
Then he pulled his cock back out several inches and suddenly drove his pelvis forward, thrusting deep into her guts. She cried out in pain as his fat meaty prong impaled her, the head jamming against her cervix and threatening to drive on through to her very womb.
He ripped his cock back, then threw it forward again, sending another powerful stroke down deep. Again she cried out. Neither he, nor Celine showed any awareness or caring of her pain. He continued to thump his cock against the back wall of her pussy until he had finally succeeded in burying the entire thing inside her belly.
Amy could feel his curly pubic hair crushed up against her pussy lips beneath her buttocks as he twisted his cock around inside her. She grunted in pain, feeling herself skewered by the long, thick monster cock. It was hard to even imagine something so long inside her. She couldn't figure where he had put it.
Her entire abdominal cavity felt like it was full of hard, pulsing cock meat. Then he tore it loose, drawing the long shaft out of her pink sheath before thrusting it back in again. He soon began to thrust his cock into her with hard, powerful strokes, driving the cockhead deep into her belly with each forward stroke.
Amy's entire body shuddered and shook under the powerful thrusting of Charles' big cock. His hips and belly crashed repeatedly into her sore buttocks, throwing her forward and threatening to knock her off her knees.
Her round buttocks bounced and jiggled under the relentless attack, and her tightly stretched cunt lips ached from the pressure. Her face and shoulders were rubbing back and forth against the floor, and sometimes when he jerked her back, her tits were crushed beneath her, run over by her upper chest and mashed against the floor.
He gripped her by the hair, suddenly, lifting her upper body up and back as she gasped and wailed in pain. His big right hand slid down between her legs as his left crossed in front of her and locked around her right tit. His big hand was able to envelope her titty like Celine's couldn't.
He closed his fingers tightly, repeatedly mashing and squashing her aching breast with his hot, steel fingers. His right fingers were rubbing at her pussy, grinding down against her clitty as he continued to hump up into her.
His fat cock sawed back and forth between her pussy lips as his teeth came down on the side of her neck. She whined as he bit her, then began to suck on her smooth white flesh. His hands continued to manipulate her body and the confusion in her mind rose even higher.
She felt her cunt warming under the ministrations of his fingers, and soon the fat pumping cock began to excite her rather than cause pain. Her eyes rolled in her heads and her mouth hung slackly as the dazed girl began to feel her sexual senses catch fire.
He changed his strokes, now humping up with sudden, sharp thrusts and withdrawing in slow, smooth movements. His forward strokes sent his prick slicing up into her body, nearly lifting her from the ground as she gasped in mixed pleasure and pain.
He sent his cock slamming up into her again, and again, and again, each time lifting her knees from the floor for a moment. Then he slid his right hand from her cunt and fastened both hands around her aching tits. He cupped them, raising them both high and pulping them out.
They puffed out from her chest like fat, hard melons as he held them. Then his fingers squeezed them, digging deep furrows in her flesh as he twisted and kneaded the thick meat. Her tits oozed out between his fingers as he squeezed them, and heat oozed into her chest cavity.
Then he let her drop forward onto her shoulders again. He seized her thighs, his hands completely circling each of the delicate limbs. He pulled them up and apart, raising them from the floor, forcing her legs wide apart.
Her shoulders and the side of her head still rested on the floor as he supported her legs and began to hammer his thick cock down her tight little fuck-hole. He pounded into her with excited fury, his black prong stabbing furiously into the girl's glossy pink tunnel.
Amy whined and grunted with the furious pounding her cunt was taking. Her mind was in a bleary turmoil, her senses spinning and tumbling as Charles slammed into her again and again. Then she felt hot liquid gushing up into her, sloshing and bubbling up into her womb.
She felt herself boiling over and screamed as her body heaved and shuddered with a massive climax. Her cunt spasmed and bit at Charles's pumping spear, sucking out his silvery seeds and drawing them in deep. Her fiery cunt snapped and twisted and exploded around his dick, and he bellowed with hedonistic delight.
Finally he drew his softening cock from the shivering little blonde and began to get dressed. Celine watched the girl for a few minutes, a sneer on her lips. Amy's legs gradually slid apart until she was flat on the floor.
"Was good, no?" Celine taunted. Amy didn't realize it was taunting though. She tried to nod her head and whispered. "Y ... yes, M ... mistress."
Celine went over and lifted her to her feet, then half carried her to the front hall where she pulled her arms down from behind her neck. Amy groaned with relief as her arms were let down. Celine turned her around and fastened them together in front of her.
Then she pushed Amy back against a pillar in the center of the room. The pillar was thick stone and felt icy against Amy's back and buttocks. Celine held her hands high and then fastened them to a chain so they stayed there. Then she knelt and slid a chain through her ankle cuffs, holding them tightly together at the base of the pillar.
"By zis I teesh jhou to not be shy about jhour bodee, leetle babee." She smiled, perkily. "Jhou will zank me when jhou are no longehr embahressed by men seeing jhou nakeed."
She turned then and began to climb the stairs.
"Good night, Amee."
"Good night, Mistress." Amy whispered.
Long hours passed as she stood there pressed to the pillar, shivering slightly. Her arms and shoulders began to ache fiercely, but she couldn't do anything to relieve the pain. After some time, Charles came out and stood next to her. He bent, and in a very business-like fashion, undid her ankles and shoved her legs apart.
Amy gasped, as more weight came down n her shoulders and arms. Charles lifted her left leg high into the air, pushing it back against her. Then he held a long thin tube, something like Celine's fake cock-thing, only not so long or fat, and prodded the tip against her anus.
It was coated with some greasy liquid and he pushed hard, forcing it up into her behind. Amy whined and moaned, whimpering and murmuring little protests, but he ignored her, as if she weren't a living thing at all but a piece of furniture.
The thing pushed up inside her and he twisted something. The thing started to buzz. He pushed a similar tube, somewhat larger though, into her cunt, thrusting it high into her cunt pipe. He smiled into her face then, but it was more an amused smile than anything else.
He lifted a kind of leather belt up. It was shaped like a T really. He slid the top around her waist and cinched it tight, then pulled the lower part up between her ass cheeks, and up against her pussy lips. He pulled it tight, and clipped it to the front of the belt.
Then he let her leg fall and bent and refastened her ankles together. He stood again, checked his watch nonchalantly, as if he did this every night, and walked up the stairs. The light clicked off, leaving her alone in the dark, her only companions the buzzing things in her cunt and anus.
* * * * *
Monard had not found himself very welcome in the lesbo bars and clubs around Paris. He'd needed a lot of bribe money to get any information at all from the hostile women he'd questioned. His first break had come at the black cat, where he'd met an overweight, middle-aged woman without much to do.
She'd talked drunkenly as he'd bought her drinks, talked about the woman in the picture, who came in sometimes, always with a female companion who was younger and obviously submissive.
"She's a bull, one of those bitch dykes who-likes to show how tough they are." she said, her words slurred.
"She's a mean one, into all that S&.M stuff, often brings some sweet little thing on the end of a leash."
"How young?"
"Teenager, she-likes teenagers." The fat woman groused, then leered. "But then, who does not?"
"You never seen her in here with this one?" he showed her Amy's picture.
"Ha! I see that, I go for her myself." She said, almost drooling on the picture.
"You don't know her name?"
"She calls herself the Baroness." the woman yawned. "If she's a Baroness, I'm the Duchess of Flanders."
He'd met another woman who'd recognized the Baroness. From her, he'd learned that the woman had a good deal of money, or at least, pretended to. She'd left a club in a limousine, driven by a very large black man.
The next day, he'd bounced from shop to shop, visiting the city's richest specialty stores in hopes the sales girls would recognize such a person. He started in the sex shops, the ones catering to the city's elite.
He got lucky on the third one. The girl there did recognize the description and the also knew her as the Baroness, the Baroness De Ville Nouve.
"She buys lots of stuff here." the girl said. "She never comes alone, always with another woman, a young one."
"What does she buy?" he asked, curiously.
"Leather corsets and tall boots with high heels, dildos, vibrators, whips and belts and confining gear, handcuffs, that sort of thing. She's obviously a dominatrix."
"And her address?" The girl shrugged and shook her head.
"She uses cash." she said. "How am I supposed to know where she lives? You might try the lingerie store across the street. She often has their bags when she comes in here."
HI
The girl at the lingerie store recognized the woman too.
"She was in here just last week." The girl said. "She was accompanied by a younger woman, who she pulled along with a dog leash! Sacre Bleu! I could not believe my eyes!"
The woman paid cash there also, and the girl had no idea where to find her. But the one in the sex shop had given him an idea.
"Has she ever come in with bags from another store?" he asked.
"Mai oui, she has of course."
"From where?"
"Well, Robispierre's furs, and Guchi."
He was trying to question one of the ladies at the Guchi store when a tall, effeminate man wearing a pink suit interrupted him.
He was clearly annoyed and looked down his long nose at Monard with only slightly concealed contempt.
"Are jhou not een zee wrong store, monsieur." He said, snottily.
"I know where I am." Monard glared back.
"Jhour presence is disturbing to our clientele." The man said, sniffing loudly. "Jhou should shop elsewhere."
Monard retreated into the hallway of the changing area and beckoned the man after him. The man gave an annoyed sniff and followed him in.
"Really, Monsieur, I think.. .aaargghhh!"
Monard shoved him against the wall, grabbing his balls and squeezing tightly, his other hand on the man's throat.
"You listen to me, you fairy bastard!" he hissed. "I want to find somebody, and I don't want you getting in my way!"
He described the Baroness De Ville Nouve in exacting detail, then let go of his throat and held up a five hundred franc note, waving it in front of his face.
"I ... as it happens, I believe I may po ... possibly know of thees woman." the man gasped.
"Good. Where does she live?"
The man found her name in the files and Monard left with great satisfaction, clutching the address of an estate just outside Paris.
FIVE
No matterhow exhausting the day, it would not have been possible for anyone to sleep chained to a pillar like Amy was. The fact that she was drowsy from the drug she had been given made it a possibility, that was why the two vibrators had been pushed into her.
Celine didn't want her rested and alert, far from it. And the way the drug affected her hormones guaranteed a lively night for the little blonde. It almost made Celine want to stay up a little and watch the girl squirm ... almost. She liked her beauty rest.
The entrance hall where Amy was chained was wide, the floor marble, the walls stone, the roof, high above. It turned cold and her body shivered and trembled against the stone pillar. There was absolute quiet in the house.
Inside her, the things Charles had emplaced buzzed loudly, but only to her. Nobody standing nearby would have heard them. Amy felt them buzzing and vibrating through her very bones. With nobody to talk to, her mind started to fog out, misty daydreams playing before her eyes.
Her body shivered, goose bumps breaking out on her soft flesh. Her breasts hardened, her nipples becoming sharp little points. Below her waist though, her body began to warm for some reason. She felt the center of heat between her legs, felt it growing hotter and hotter.
Her eyes gleamed in the darkened hall, and her ivory white flesh seemed paler still in the moonlight coming through the tall windows. She seemed almost to be a statue until she groaned low in her throat, and her body moved slightly.
The cold from the stone was fighting the warmth coming up from between her legs, a warmth pumping into her through the twin orifices in her lower body. Both orifices clutched tightly around a pair of buzzing, vibrating objects.
Those objects sent a shimmering heat oozing up through the nerves and sinews of Amy's body, a heat that made her sweat, despite the cold, that made her body gleam like polished marble.
Her movements were few, for as tightly held as she was, only a slight humping motion was possible, a grinding of her ass cheeks back against the cold stone behind her. She slapped her rounded buttocks back again and again, for the slight impact it made on the twin probes nestled within her groin.
Her breathing quickened and a low grunting escaped from under her ragged breath as the sensations within her belly sent streamers of shimmering electricity up through her chest and into her dazzled brain. Her head rolled from side to side and her jaw quivered, as if she were trying to speak.
Then a powerful blast of orgasmic energy smashed into her, stiffening her already hard stretched body. She groaned long and low, then collapsed against her bonds for long minutes in the warm glowing aftermath.
It was only the beginning, however, for her pussy was far from calm, indeed, was burning hotter and hotter, despite the energy released. She quivered and shook and moaned in denial, yet her body began to shake and tremble again as another climax rode over her.
Her body shook from side to side, her pendulous mounds of mammary meat bouncing and jiggling back and forth as she gagged and mewled and hissed. She collapsed again, her head falling forward as if unconscious. Yet still the heat remained, and still her body quivered under the tireless vibrations coming from her crotch.
* * * * *
Monard talked with the girl's father for almost twenty minutes, trying to reassure him about his capabilities without giving him any real information. He did tell him about the girl being seen with a woman, and that he'd discovered the woman's whereabouts, but didn't tell him who she was or where she resided.
Knowledge was money, after all. He'd managed to get another advance out of the tight fisted bastard, enough to get his car out of the garage, at least. He stopped at his apartment to pick up a few things before heading out to the Baroness's estate.
He was planning on watching the place for a while and wanted to be prepared. It didn't do to starve while on a stake-out. Nor did he intend to be bored to death. There were a few books and magazines he kept around for just such times, books and magazines which would never be found in any respectable library or book store, of course.
He reached the four floor of his building, panting for breath after having climbed up all the way. If there was one thing in the world he hated, it was exercise. Unfortunately, this miserable dump didn't have an elevator. It was cheap though, and if there was another thing in the world he hated, it was paying more money for something than was absolutely, the rock bottom minimum.
He stumbled down the hall to his door, then pulled out his keys and dropped them on the floor. He cursed, shaking the wine out of his head, and bending forward to pick them up. Suddenly there were several shots from behind his door. Bullets crashed through the center of the cheap wood right where his chest had been.
He fell back on his ass, staring up in astonishment at the three, then four little holes in his door. He felt, rather than heard footsteps crossing the floor, and abruptly jammed his hand into his coat pocket, searching for his little revolver.
The door jerked open suddenly, but there was nobody there. He got his hand around the revolver, his thumb automatically flicking off the safety, then a man suddenly threw himself into view, his gun pointing over Monard's head.
He saw Monard, and his hand dove towards him. Monard brought his gun up and fired six times, right through the pocket of his jacket. The bullets took the man in the belly and chest, throwing him backwards into the opposite wall of the tiny apartment.
He slid down to the floor, leaving a dribbling wet mess behind him on the wall. Then the two men, both sitting on the floor, stared at one another for several seconds. Monard swallowed his lunch back as the man gave a groan and closed his eyes.
"Holy shit!" Monard whispered, finally jerking the gun out of his jacket and examining the smoking black holes in the material.
"Oh Crap!" he snarled, scrambling to his feet. He looked up and down the hallway, but there were no sounds. He held the gun on the dead man and moved forward into the apartment.
He moved to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a box of shells and popping open the cylinder of his revolver. He dumped the empty shells and hurriedly replaced them, closing the cylinder at last and then moving over to the dead man.
He searched through the man's pockets but found nothing that would identify him. The guy was in his early twenties, small and dirty looking. Monard was sure he didn't know him. He ran through the list of people he owed money to, but couldn't think of anyone that would send an assassin, at least, anyone that could afford to.
He heard the sing-song whine of approaching police sirens and quickly grabbed his bag from beneath the bed. He tossed in a couple of things and ran out the door. The police figure it had been him that killed the guy, and all the evidence pointed to self-defense, but from long experience, he knew it was better for the police to completely make up their minds about what had happened before letting them get their hands on him.
He couldn't find the girl if he was sitting in some police cell, and he would have a hard time convincing those bastards he had no idea who the guy here was. They'd want to know what he was working on and what he knew. He had no intention of telling them.
The incompetent buffoons would probably use his information to find the girl and appear as heroes, leaving him with unpaid bills. No. He would keep his information to himself until he got paid for it. Let the police do their own work.
He ran down the creaking back stairs and out into the side street where he'd parked his car. He tossed in the bag, jumped in himself and started up. The citroen whined in reverse until he did a hundred and eighty degree spin and shifted into forward.
Then he drove smoothly forward so as not to attract the attention of any arriving police. He drove a dozen blocks, then pulled into a secluded alley and changed his license plates for those of a junked car. It would be hours before they put out an alert on him but why be careless?
He drove across the city, headed north to where the Baroness lived. It was possible that the guy in his apartment was connected with the Baroness. He didn't know. He couldn't think of anyone else who would be after him.
Then again, why would the Baroness, even presuming she'd heard he had been asking around about her, want to send an assassin for him? What was she up to with the girl anyway? France being what it was, and she being well off, nobody was going to do more than slap her wrist if she were caught in a carnal embrace with some big titted Yankee girl.
Of course the tourist dollar was important, so if she'd hurt the girl, things could go bad for her. He wondered if she was into all that whips and chains shit that he saw in the magazines. Was that what she was doing with the girl? Monard's cock hardened slightly at the thought.
* * * * *
Morning came slowly to Amy. Gradually the room brightened, revealing more of her writhing, convulsing body. Her breath was ragged from her constant gasps and groans and half dazed, pleading sobs. She had no idea how many times she'd cum during the night, but her body couldn't seem to keep still anymore. She constantly twitched and jerked and shook, her muscles spasming and contracting.
The two buzzing dildos had finally run out of batteries a short time ago, giving her some rest at last from the repeated orgasms. Still, she found no rest, her overexcited body continuing to writhe in mad torment against the pillar.
Charles woke up, coming down the stairs and walking past her, headed for the kitchen. He ignored her, as if she'd always been there, a piece of the wall that deserved no notice. Some time later, a short, old woman came through. She had a mop and pail with her and proceeded to clean the floor.
She glanced up at Amy only once, a look of boredom on her face. She set about her task with a careful precision, mopping from one side of the room to another. Her wet mop cleaned around the pillar, brushing against Amy's feet several times.
She made no attempt to communicate, and neither did Amy. Amy simply hung there, trembling slightly, her eyes staring dully out at the room and the woman until she was done and disappeared. Shortly after that, Celine came downstairs.
She smiled slightly as she walked past Amy, but that was the only notice she gave the girl. After a while, Charles came out and proceeded to unchain her. She would have slumped to the ground had he not kept a firm grip on the collar around her neck, holding her up.
He pulled her across the room and down a side hall to the back, leading her out the back door into the garden. Bright sun shone down on them as he pushed her to her hands and knees on the grass. He undid the belt, pulling it off, and then sliding the two dead vibrators from her mucky cunt and ass-hole.
She stayed there, still shaking slightly, as he moved away and picked up a hose.
Then he came back and sprayed the water on her, soaking her from head to toes as she moaned and tried to pull away. He kept her in place by the simple expedient of attaching a leash to her collar and standing on the end of it.
When she was soaking, he rolled up his sleeves and poured some liquid soap on her, then proceed to roughly wash her in the same manner as he would a dog. His rough hands moved over her body quickly, rubbing the soap into her without any intent other than to get her clean.
His big soapy hand plunged between her legs, rubbing furiously back and forth over her no bared pussy as she gasped with shock and again tried to pull away. He cleaned her carefully, not neglecting to soap up her long, tangled blonde hair.
When he was finished, her retrieved the hose and began to spray her again, almost drowning her as he sprayed the hose directly into her face.
He finished up by plunging the nozzle of the hose up her cunt pipe, sending water sloshing through her belly and spraying out her cunt lips. Finished, he tossed the hose away and dragged her to her feet, pulling her dripping wet into an alcove of the kitchen.
There he produced a big towel, which he used to dry most of the water from her hair and body. Celine appeared then, examining her with a strangely tilted head and a quirky smile. She took the leash from Charles and led her through the house and up the stairs.
She followed along behind the woman, not needing to be pulled, though Celine kept the leash loose. She sat Amy down on a chair and then gave her a bowl of some spongy stuff, which Amy quickly wolfed down as Celine proceeded to carefully brush and dry her hair.
The food calmed her gnawing hunger and calmed down her shivering body as well. She felt herself flooded with warmth and peace as she sat there before the mirror and watched Celine drying her hair.
"Deed jhou have a nice night?" Celine asked.
"Yes, Ce ... Mistress." Amy whispered, not wanting to hurt her feelings.
"That ees good. Pehrhaps tonight I may let jhou sleep weeth me. Would jhou like zat?"
"Oh yes Mistress!" Amy cried.
"Well, eef you ahre a good geehrl we shall see."
She carefully brushed out the girl's long beautiful hair, producing a flowing mass of golden silk that puffed out around the pretty young face. She smiled at the mirror and the girl smiled back.
"Zhere. All done." She said.
Charles appeared then.
"Mademoiselle Secord and Madam Dumonte are here, Madam."
"Excellentmonte. Send zem een."
"At once, Madam." Charles turned and left.
"Jhou are sush a preety theeng, Amee. I felt I should shahre jhou weeth my friends. Am I not nice?"
"Yes, Mistress." Amy sighed, swaying slightly. She felt very happy for some reason.
"Come hehre, Amee." Celine said, pulling her off the chair. She brought her to the center of the room, then pushed her down on her haunches. Amy knelt beside her, sitting on her heels. Celine pulled the leash up tightly, forcing Amy to keep her back straight.
Two women walked in through the door then, both immediately dropping their eyes to Amy. Amy felt strange kneeling here naked with these three women standing around fully clothed, but couldn't bring herself to do anything about it.
One of the women was in her early forties, large boned and big breasted. She had died blonde hair and a thick square-jawed face. The other was younger, in her late twenties. She was taller but slimmer, with curly brown hair and a narrow, sneering face. Her eyes seemed to stab right into Amy as she knelt there.
"Ahh, jhour new toy, Celine. "The older one said.
"Yes, how do you like hehr?"
The blonde moved forward and looked down at Amy, then slid her fingers beneath Amy's jaw and tilted her head upward.
"She will do."
"And zen some." Celine said. "Stand Amee." She pulled up on the leash and Amy rose to her feet, standing beside Celine. The blonde and the brunette both slid their eyes up and down her body. Celine turned her around so they could look at her behind, then turned her around again.
"And you've only had her two nights? Remarkable progress." the younger woman said.
"Sank jhou Marie." Celine said.
"She looks soft." the older woman said. She reached out and roughly cupped Amy's left breast, squeezing her fingers deep into the warm flesh.
"She is soft, precious and soft." Celine said, smugly.
"We will see how her flesh feels beneath the whip." the blonde hissed down at Amy.
"She is precious merchandise, Jeanette. No marks on this one before her sale."
"Foolishness." Jeanette grumbled. "Still, we can find much to do with her that will leave nothing visible."
"She is yours to play with." Celine said. "You may change in there." She nodded at the large bathroom.
The two women, both dressed in expensive clothes, moved past her to the bathroom. Celine pushed Amy back to her knees, then onto her hands and knees. She proceeded to lead Amy in circles around the room. Amy crawled along beside her, not much bothered since the room had a thick carpet.
The two other women came out of the bathroom, looking quite different than they had going in. Marie wore a pair of thigh high leather boots with four inch heels. She wore a tight leather jacket zipped up to the throat and a leather G-string.
Jeanette wore her hair in a tight bun, pulled straight back from her forehead. She had high heeled shoes and a leather G-string. A tight, low cut leather bustier covered her chest, though exposing much of her breasts, which were pulled tightly together and pushed upward. Her hands were covered in black leather gloves, which extended upward almost to her elbow.
She carried a two foot long leather riding crop in her right hand, slapping it lightly against her left. Amy looked back and forth between the two, nervous for some reason she didn't understand. Celine handed the leash to Jeanette, then walked toward the door.
"Have fun, ghirls. I shall be back before too long."
Amy watched her leave with a forlorn expression, an expression that turned fearful as she looked up at the two women. Jeanette pulled up on the leash, forcing Amy to her feet, then pulled higher still, almost choking her as she forced the smaller woman up onto her toes. Amy's hands reached up and grabbed the collar and Jeanette slapped them away.
"That will not do at all." She said.
"No. Not at all." Marie agreed. She pulled Amy's hands around behind her and Amy felt the leather wrist cuffs locked together at the small of her back. Then Jeanette pulled her backwards against a dresser, jerking hard on the leash so Amy's back pressed hard into the corner and she was bent back, her breasts pushing out.
Hands quickly found their way between her legs, and onto her breasts. Amy's head was forced back onto the top of the dresser by the pull of the leash and she couldn't look down, could only feel as three hands pawed at her tender young body, fondling, caressing, squeezing and pinching.
The two women talked to each other in french, and Amy had no idea what they were saying. The continued to fondle her for a few minutes, giggling or sneering at her every now an then.
She felt a rubbery finger push forcefully up against her tight pussy hole, then wriggle inside her. She grunted and spread her legs slightly as the digit pushed up to the knuckle then twisted around. Both her breasts were squeezed hard, fingers digging and twisting.
Then her head was allowed to pull up and she looked into the women's faces. Jeanette held the leash high up near her collar and used it to pull Amy forward against her lips. She kissed Amy hard, her lips forcing down onto Amy's, passionate and demanding.
Her tongue darted into Amy's mouth as her lips slid from side to side, Jeanette sighing with pleasure as her tongue writhed inside Amy's oral cavity. The kiss was long and wet and deep. When it ended, Marie seized her hair and twisted her head to the right, then her lips locked around Amy's and she too kissed her hard and passionately.
Amy was hemmed in by the two larger women, and in no position to do anything but accept their ministrations, accept their tongues and fingers and desires. Leather clad fingers probed along her pussy slit, then tightened against her clitty, grinding it roughly between them.
Amy groaned and her hips jerked backward as Jeanette laughed in amusement.
"Don't you like that, little one?" she taunted. She slid two fingers up deep into Amy's cunt sheath, then curved her ringers and twisted them around, making Amy wince and moan.
Marie held her head tightly with both hands, her lips sucking and rasping against Amy's while Jeanette's fingers threatened to lift the girl off the floor as they hooked against the top of her cunt and pulled up hard.
"Leettle slut!" she hissed. "I ought to tear jhour slutty leettle hole apahrt!"
Marie had a hold of the leash now. She pulled Amy forward, finally tearing her lips free. She flopped down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs apart a she pulled Amy forward between them.
"Lick me." she ordered, pulling Amy's leash. Amy knelt on the edge of the bed, bent far forward to bring her face against the brunette's cunt-box. It was hard to keep her balance with her hands behind her and she had to spread her knees apart to sink down without falling.
Jeanette's leather covered palm cupped Amy's bald crotch as she began to lick at Marie's pussy. Then Amy felt two fingers driving into her slit. She licked up and down against Marie's cunt as the fingers began to pump into her.
"Such a bad gihrl." Jeanette muttered behind her. There was a swish of something moving through the air, then something thin cracked against her upturned buttocks. She squealed in pain, trying to pull away from Marie's pussy, but Marie had a tight hold on her leash and kept her in place.
Her ass cheeks burned with pain and Amy trembled, anxiously fearing another blow on her unprotected buttocks. Marie gripped her hair with one hand and pushed her back into her cunt.
"Lick me!" she hissed.
Amy whimpered and began to lick again. She felt Jeanette's leather hand rubbing and caressing her ass flesh. Then there was another swish and pain flashed into her ass again.
"Keep licking, leettle beetch!" Marie snarled. "She isn't going to stop until I cume."
As if in response to her words Jeanette slashed the crop down against her ass again, viciously cutting across both rounded cheeks and leaving an angry red line to join the others.
Unable to pull away or protect her poor ass, Amy licked furiously at Marie's pussy, hoping to bring her off as quickly as possible so the woman behind her would stop hurting her.
There was no chance of that, however. Jeanette loved the sight of that beautiful round little ass, and loved slashing the crop against it. Blow after blow rained down against the lovely round skin, crisscrossing it with lines until the entire area was a large red sore.
Amy's tongue danced and rubbed and pumped at Marie's cunt hole. She rasped it back and forth across the clitty, stuffed it deep into the hole, and sawed it back and forth up and down the length of the slit. She worked in a frenzy, sobbing piteously as Jeanette continued to slash the crop against her ass cheeks, upper thighs and lower back.
Every now and then the blonde would stop, turn the crop around and slid the handle deep into Amy's pussy, pumping lightly as she watched the smooth round rod sliding back and forth between the soft, sweet cunt lips. Then she would slide it out, turn it around and began cracking it down onto Amy's buttocks once again.
Marie began to moan and sigh in pleasure, her hands gripping her own breasts, squeezing and kneading the swollen flesh as her ass bounced up against Amy's face. She rubbed the girl's face back and forth across her fuck hole, loving the feeling of the soft, young, pretty face against her crotch.
She felt herself soaring upwards into an orgasm and both hands gripped the blonde head, forcing the face down hard against her as she humped against it. She rode Amy's face to a wondrous climax, finally calming down enough so she let go and all but collapsed on the bed.
"About time." Jeanette said. "I was about to tear this slut a new ass-hole."
SIX
Marie moved aside and Jeanette took her place, sliding her G-string off and pulling Amy's face into her crotch. Marie stood up, moving behind Amy, who feared her already aching ass would be harmed even further. Marie began to fondle her striped ass cheeks then, just as Jeanette had done.
Jeanette pulled on her hair, forcing her face down against the cunt below her. Amy began to slurp and lick against it, hoping to make Jeanette happy so she wouldn't hit her any more.
"Jhou need a ghood fuckeeeng, Hamereecan ghirl." Marie said, from behind her.
Amy felt something thick and hard probing at the entrance to her fuck hole, then her pussy lips were rudely spread apart as a thick round object slid into her. Amy gasped and winced at the thickness of the thing as it slowly worked it's way deeper into her belly.
She felt Marie's hands on her hips as the woman thrust the thing home in Amy's tight fuck hole. Amy felt Marie's own hips pressed into her wounded ass cheeks and dimly recalled the strap-on device Celine had used. Marie must be wearing something like that, she thought.
Marie's hands felt soft on her skin as the woman began to slide the fucking tool in and out of Amy's tunnel. Amy drove her own tongue as deep into Jeanette's cunt as she could, for the blonde woman kept twisting and pulling her hair as she rubbed her crotch up into her face.
Amy was afraid of the blonde woman, afraid to anger her for fear of what she would do. She didn't like these two women and didn't like being here with them. She wished Celine was here, and hadn't left her alone with Marie and Jeanette.
"Ooooo! So tight!" Marie moaned, nibbing her crotch in slow circles with the strap-on cock embedded in Amy's cunt. Amy's own ass was forced to follow Marie's movements, locked around the hard, thick rubber prick as Marie twisted it within her.
Marie's hands slid up and down the young blonde's sides, squeezing and caressing the firm young flesh as the woman began to pump the rubber cock in and out of the tight bare little pussy hole. Jeanette's hands kept a firm hold on her hair, keeping her face down against the older woman's crotch as her tongue worked rapidly in and out of the sloppy cunt before her.
Meanwhile Marie reached down beneath the blonde girl, her hand caressing the soft resilient flesh of Amy's belly, rubbing it lightly, then moving in between Amy's legs to push down against her clitty. She forced the clitty downward against the hard rubber prick sliding back and forth in her fuck-tube.
Amy sighed as pleasure soared up into her belly. There was something so raw and carnal about a fat object of any kind sliding back and forth inside her guts, especially when it rasped so harshly across her exposed clitty like that.
She had no control at all of her responses anymore. Something within her had simply broken and she didn't know when. She didn't even know enough to recognize it. A few days ago she was different. Now there was just something completely irresistible about a hard fucking.
Even what little mental faculties she still had were blasted into oblivion by sexual arousal, and that arousal came almost instantly.
She moaned and gasped in sensuous delight as the hard rubber dong pumped into her. She wiggled her ass around the pistoning dildo, sucking with more energy and pleasure at the moist cunt tunnel in front of her. The rubber prick felt so good as it moved back and forth and she just wanted it to go on forever, to move faster and faster, to pump harder and harder as she rutted back against it.
"Look at zee hot leetle fuck ghirl!" Marie laughed in delight, pumping harder.
"Suck meeee!" Jeanette moaned, pushing her ass upwards and pulling on Amy's head. Amy sucked and licked automatically, her tongue spinning and nibbing and twisting as her cunt was pumped hard.
She grunted and sighed and moaned as her pussy bubbled and spasmed in delight. Marie was pounding the rubber dildo down into her with tremendous speed and force, threatening to churn Amy's guts into jelly as she forced the big prong deep and hard down the tight, buttery little cunt tube.
"Ooooooooo! OOoooooo! OOooooooo! Ooooooooooo!" Amy cried, her cunt exploding with sizzling bolts of orgasmic energy. Marie twisted and churned the fake cock as she ripped it in and out of the little blonde. Her right hand ground the girl's clitty against the pumping prong as her left slid down and grabbed a thick handful of tit meat.
Her fingers dug deep into the mammoth wad of flesh, then tore down and out, trying to rip the big meaty tit off as she rammed the dildo head against Amy's cervix with bruising power.
"Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!" Amy cried, in time to each furious driving thrust. Her cunt burned and boiled, sucking and twisting and shaking around the dildo as it slid back and forth inside her. Her guts cramped and turned, threatening to tear apart as she exploded with wondrous delight.
"Give it to hehr! Give it to hehr!" Jeanette cried, holding Amy firmly against her crotch, closing her legs around the blonde's head and shoulders as the teenager began to writhe and shake and twist against the cock rutting into her.
She reached down and grabbed Amy's other tit, squeezing and twisting it as Marie was doing, the two women mashing and ripping at the fat tit meat as they sadistically abused the young girl.
Then Amy all but collapsed as her orgasm finally ended. She was in no position to collapse however, on her knees, with her face in Jeanette's pussy. Jeanette pulled and twisted her hair, cursing at her as she rubbed her wet crotch into the pretty face.
"Suck meee!" she hissed. "Suck meee!"
Amy tiredly began to tongue the older woman's pussy once more, stuffing her little pink tongue deep into the wet hole and digging out thick gooey pussy cream. Marie pulled the dildo out of her cunt then, muttering to herself before slapping Amy on the ass.
"You are sush a slut!" she cried, slapping the cheeks and making the bounce. Amy felt the tip of the dildo dipping into her cunt again, then it pulled out. Then she felt it against her anus. Marie pressed down against her little ass-hole, putting more and more pressure on the rubber prick.
Amy groaned and wriggled helplessly as the french woman forced the thick dildo down into her crinkled little ass-hole.
"Maybe Jhou like zees bettahr, eh?" she sneered, pushing down hard on the dildo, forcing it deep into the little rectal tube.
"Ooohh Ouiiii!" Jeanette sighed, looking down. "Fuck hehr asshoooole!" she moaned, grinding her crotch up into Amy's face.
Amy shuddered with pain as more and more rubber slid into her tight sheath. Her ass-hole ached from the ruthless penetration, yet she could do nothing but lick at Jeanette's cunt and suck her fuck cream. Marie intently forced every inch of dildo into the teen's ass-hole, then gripped her hips and lunged forward, as if wanting to force it even deeper.
She ground her crotch into Amy's, grunting in pleasure as the rubber base of the dildo ground down against her own clitty. She worked the cock harder and harder into the buttery little ass tube, forcing it open, forcing it wide, beating down the muscles that hindered it's rapid progress.
Within minutes she was pounding the dildo in and out of the teenager's ass-hole with fast, full strokes, hammering it deep into the blonde as she rubbed herself in between the bouncing ass cheeks.
Jeanette groaned and grit her teeth, lunging upwards into Amy's face as her own pussy spasmed and shook with convulsions. She threw back her head and whined like a bitch in heat as orgasmic pleasure threw her into shuddering spasms of sinewy sexual contortions.
She lay back then, sighing as she relaxed and let the girl clean out her pussy. Finally she rolled away, leaving Marie to fuck into the girl's anus while she lit up a cigarette and watched.
Again and again Marie pounded the rubber down the tight ass-hole, her hands roving over the succulent young teenage flesh. She strapped on a dildo herself, and ground out her cigarette. Then he moved back onto the bed, getting on her knees in front of Amy.
Marie pulled Amy back by the hair, forcing her up and back against Marie's soft swollen tit mounds. Marie slid a hand against Amy's belly, rubbing her tits on the soft warm skin of the girl's back as Jeanette positioned herself.
Jeanette held the end of her own thick rubber schlong, pushing her body closer to Amy, who's dazed eyes hardly even noticed her. Then her titties were pressing into the thick meat of the blonde teenager's big fat meaty tit mounds.
The dildo head sawed briefly between the girl's puffy cunt lips, then found her hole and slid inside. Marie pulled Amy's head back, arching the blonde girl's back so much her breasts pointed up at the ceiling. She pumped her dildo rapid fire quick in between the rounded buttocks as Jeanette sank her own dildo up into Amy's cunt.
Marie's teeth began chewing and nibbling at Amy's throat as Jeanette drove the dildo up into the deepest reaches of the little pink cunt tunnel. She hauled Amy back towards her, crushing their tits together as her lips locked around Amy's and her breath sucked against the girl's lungs.
Marie continued to suck and bite and chew on the right side of Amy's throat as she pumped her dildo slow up into the girl's ass-hole. Her hands slid around in front of Amy, cupping and squeezing her titties.
She delighted in the softness and warmth of the thick, malleable mammary meat that her fingers sank into, delighted too, in the feel of Jeanette's big tits squashing down on the back of her hands. Her hands were completely encased in soft tit meat and she groaned in bliss.
Jeanette's own hands were on Amy's soft ass cheeks as she hauled the girl forward onto her pumping rubber cock. She ground her entire body against the young blonde as she humped upward with her crotch, grinding the rough rubber dildo over the teen's clitty as it rode up into the firm young belly.
Amy began to feel the fires igniting inside her cunt again as her clitty was ground against her by the rubber prick. Her titties were being squeezed and mashed relentlessly, both by Marie's hands and Jeanette's own titties. Her nipples were hard as eraser heads as Marie's fingers tweaked, twisted and pinched them.
She moaned and sighed, her weak body locked between the two older, larger woman, their mouths ravaging her as their hands squeezed and fondled her sweet body.
Jeanette's tongue stabbed deep into her mouth, threatening to slide right down her throat as the big blonde rode up into her. Amy felt impaled by the twin dildos as they both pounded up into her crotch. Her body shivered and twitched in response to the conflicting signals of pleasure and pain racing through her system.
Marie's hips and belly slapped against her buttocks, flattening and crushing the perfect round buttocks with each stroke. She felt the hard little points of the woman's nipples as they scratched against her back.
Jeanette's belly rubbed and ground against hers. The woman's breasts slapped and mashed down against her own thick tit mounds. And Jeanette's crotch ground upward into her soft, bare cunt mound, forcing the hard rubber up into her at a harsh angle that guaranteed it's rough, hard pressure against her clitty.
Her body was rocked and jerked and twisted between the two lesbians, her sense blasted and reeling, as another orgasm screamed through her nervous system. She jerked and twisted helplessly as the carnal energy of her climax ripped up and down her spine.
Then she hung as if unconscious between the two women, who continued to stuff their rubber pricks up her spasming crotch holes.
Again her body was re-ignited, her arousal deeper than before as her nearly mindless condition allowed her body free reign with her senses. She thought of nothing, saw nothing, understood nothing, as the two women used and abused her body, rousing her yet again to an orgiastic explosion that sent her body into spastic eruptions of violent energy.
* * * * *
Monard gazed through the binoculars at the Baroness's home. It was nice looking, but not all that impressive. Though who was he to say when he lived in a one room dump? He put down the binoculars and took another chug from the cheap bottle of wine.
An iron fence ten feet high surrounded the three or four acres that comprised the Baroness's estate. In the midst of the gardens and trees was an eighteenth century structure that probably cost more to run each week than he made in a year.
It wasn't much, compared to the grand estates of thousands of acres that the very rich held. Still, it was a lot more than he'd every be able to afford. He held up the binoculars and looked through again. There were fourteen windows on each floor and that was just on this side.
The driveway was blocked by a tall iron gate, painted black like the fence it matched. There was no sign of any guards or dogs, for which he was grateful, since he intended to get a lot closer after dark. The place probably had alarms and such but he didn't worry much about them. It would take the police at least five or ten minutes to respond and he'd be gone at the first sound.
He couldn't see any signs of anything moving around the house, though it looked like all the window curtains were drawn. There were two cars parked in front of the place, which meant either the servants hadn't bothered to put them in the garage or the Baroness had visitors.
He watched for a while, but grew bored. He put down the binoculars and picked up one of his magazines, sipping from the bottle again as he looked at a huge fitted woman being screwed by some guy. He wished he was the guy.
He leafed though the pictures, then his eyes settled on a sweet young thing being fucked by a hog. The hog's cock was enormous and he wondered how the girl had managed to get it inside her without being split open. His dick got hard as he imagined the scene.
Gradually it grew dark, too dark to make out the magazine and he sighed and put it away. He slumped down as he watched the estate, only slightly worried about being spotted. After all, there were cars parked up and down the street, at least on this side.
The other side of the street held the walls and fences that protected the stately estates of the slightly rich, while this side looked out onto a lake. A number of people parked and sat there in their cars enjoying the beauty of the water.
It was odd, he thought, that with such a great view, all the houses across the street were set well back from it and had high walls and fences and shrubs to obstruct their view. He doubted a single window of any of the big houses could even see the water.
As things got darker still, he eased out of his car, taking his camera with him. He'd spotted a likely way into the Baroness's estate earlier. Next to her was another estate, that appeared deserted. It too had a fence, but a lower one, and one that was partially obscured by uncut shrubs.
He moved against it, carefully watching all around him, then quickly leapt up and grabbed the top of the fence. Un-like the Baroness's fence, this one was flat on top, not spiked. He hauled himself over and jumped down into tall grass on the other side.
There was no sign of anyone having seen him. The building in front of him was dark, no lights at all showing from it's windows. He hurried through the grass and down the side of the fence that separated this estate from the Baroness's next door.
There was a tree right up against the fence and he climbed it easily, then slid along a branch that crossed over the top of the spike topped fence. He dropped down then, into deep shadow near the side of the Baroness's house. He knelt there in the darkness, watching and listening, then slowly moved forward.
He pressed himself against the wall, then started to move along it, searching for windows he could see through, or some way of entering. He found neither on that side of the building, and moved around to the rear.
Again he found nothing, then as he tilted his head back, he noted several lit windows on the second floor that did not appear to be curtained. What was more a couple of them were above a balcony that surrounded the back door. The balcony had tall pillars supporting a small roof.
He looked around again, then slowly climbed the stairs to the balcony. He moved to the rail and jumped up, holding on to one of the pillars. Then he climbed up the pillar, both arms and legs surrounding it as he slowly snaked his way to within reach of the roof.
He grabbed it and hauled himself up as quietly as he could, trying to keep his breathing from giving him away, and hoping the roof didn't collapse beneath his weight.
He knelt on the roof for a moment, then slowly eased over to the far side near the lit windows. He peaked in and a feeling of delight and satisfaction washed through him, followed almost immediately by a deep arousal as he watched the sight in the room.
There were three women in the room, all were naked, and all were lovely. He couldn't recognize any of them, but the one in the middle showed high possibilities of being his missing girl. She was a blonde, her hair seemed long and mostly straight, from what he could see of it. Certainly her tits were big enough, and her body seemed to be small.
He only wished he could see her face. His eyes were glued on her breasts however, watching the big melons as the girl's heavy breathing made her chest rise and fall quickly.
The girl was draped sideways across a small table, her body bent far back in what must have been a painful position. Her head and shoulders extended over the side of the table and were forced down, not just by gravity, but by a large fitted blonde woman, who was virtually sitting down on the girl's face, facing another woman on the other side of the table.
The table was only a foot and a half wide, perhaps two, so not only did the girl's head and shoulders protrude across on side, her ass stuck out across the other, and her legs hung in mid-air, or at least, bounced in mid-air.
The woman at the other side of the table stood there with her left leg resting up on the middle girl's belly and chest. Her right leg supported her as she ground her cunt into the middle girl's crotch. She held each of the middle girl's thighs in her hands, forcing the girl's legs wide and using them to help support herself.
She slapped and ground her crotch into the cunt of the girl stretched on the table as that girl ate out the woman on the other side of it. Monard eased along the wall to the next window, which gave him a better angle to view and he gasped with delight.
It was apparent from this angle that the woman grinding her crotch into the middle girl had something long and thick in her cunt. It looked like a double headed dildo and as the woman drew back, he could see the long length of it disappearing both into her cunt and into the bald cunt crack of the woman on the table.
The woman on the table had her arms beneath her, which confused Monard at first since that could only make things more uncomfortable for her, but then he caught the glint of leather down beneath her as her body bounced slightly on the table and he realized her hands were bound.
Lesbian whores, he thought, including all three. He watched excitedly as the two women ground themselves against the girl on the table, cursing mildly as he continued to be denied a view of the middle girl's face. The big blonde woman was sitting down so hard, crushing her cunt against the middle woman's face with so much energy, Monard wondered how she didn't simply rip the other's head right off.
The woman's hands were mashing and twisting the big, swollen tit meat of the middle girl as she threw back her head and moaned and groaned with pleasure. Monard couldn't hear much but he could recognize an orgasm when he saw one.
Finally the woman pulled away from the table, yet still he couldn't see the middle girl's face for her head and shoulders were draped down the other side of the table. He cursed viciously, but quietly, watching as the other woman continued to hump and grind herself into the splayed crotch of the woman on the table.
Finally she too got off, just as a fourth woman, this one fully dressed, walked into the room. Monard recognized her from her description. This must be the Baroness. His swollen cock gave another lurch as he saw her fine body and beautiful face.
The blonde woman dragged the middle girl off the table by the hair, dragging her along the floor over to the Baroness. Monard cursed and hurried over to the other window. The Baroness was facing him and the middle girl, who was obviously a small, slim waisted blonde, knelt before her, her back to him.
He scowled angrily. The Baroness looked down at the girl before her with a sneering smile on her face, then her hand slid through the thick golden tresses of the other girl as she said something. The other two women looked on.
The Baroness's hand in the girl's hair tightened and then she twisted the girl's head up and back, finally shoving the girl back so she fell on her back on the rug. Now Monard could see the girl's face, but from this angle he couldn't tell if it was the Smith girl.
He could tell she was pretty, and young, younger than the other three in the room with her.
One of the naked women pulled a straight backed chair over to the Baroness, who sat down on it, sideways to Monard. She hauled the younger blonde girl across her lap and began to spank her ass cheeks, her hand rising and falling and the noise penetrating through the window to where Monard stood.
The girl's head was to him, but was down and covered by her silky hair. He watched the Baroness slap her hand down repeatedly onto the younger woman's buttocks, then finally received his reward.
The Baroness's hand gripped the thick blonde hair and hauled her head up and back. Now Monard could look full into the girl's face. It was the Smith girl! Visions of dollar signs danced in his head as he watched the girl's face scrunch up in pain from her pulled hair.
Then one of the naked women, the brunette, moved in front of the girl's face and blocked his view. She stood there, humping forward, obviously getting her cunt eaten, while Monard gloated and congratulated himself on his own good luck and prowess.
Now his greed overcame his lust and he moved back from the window. Now that he knew where the little slut was, he had to tell daddy and claim his reward. He shinned down the pillar and onto the balcony, then jumped down onto the grass.
As he started to scurry away the rear door opened and a huge black man came out. The two stared at each other in shock for a second, then Monard took off. The black guy bellowed in rage and chased after him. Monard raced around the corner of the house and over towards the overhanging tree branch.
He used his momentum as he leapt up and grabbed the branch, then dragged himself up as the black guy game running over. He felt like he'd been treed by a bear as the black man cursed and shouted at him. Fortunately, he had the fence between the bear and the trunk.
He crawled along the branch, crossing the top of the fence, then dropping down as the black man cursed and threatened. Finally the black guy jumped up and caught at the branch. He started to climb up but the thing gave way beneath his weight, dropping him back to the ground.
Monard raced off towards the street, hoping he could sell the information before the girl decided to go home, or worse, the Baroness panicked at her unexpected intruder and sent the girl home.
SEVEN
The Baroness was not terribly disturbed by Charles having spotted some trespasser on the back lawn. From the description of the man, he had probably been some cheap petty thief. She was not going to let a silly thing like that interrupt her night's pleasure. Especially when she had so few remaining with this little slut.
She, Jeanette, and Marie were all dressed in elegant dresses now, for they were going out this evening to a charity ball. However, for now, they sat side by side on three expensive Louis XIV chairs and watched the little blonde teenager.
The girl was naked still, of course. She lay on her back on the floor, her hands unbound. She had her legs open wide as she pumped a gigantic dildo in and out of her slushy cunt tube. Her arms squashed her fat tits between them as she worked on her cunt, forcing the meaty mounds up and together.
Then she pulled one of her hands away from her clitty, which she'd been rubbing and stuffed it into her left tit, almost burying it in the big, malleable melon. She continued to pump the dildo into her cunt as her little ass rose and fell on the carpet.
She moaned and sighed, her sweaty body in the grip of sexual pleasure as she masturbated for them. Celine in particular, was delighted at the girl's enthusiasm. Tomorrow she would have her demonstrate this to the buyers who would be assembling at a party she was giving.
Meanwhile, she watched the girl's tight cunt lips as the dildo slid back and forth between them, and watched her face, twisted into grimaces of ecstasy as she fucked herself on the big rubber cock. It was important to her that the girl come to love cock.
Despite her own disgust for male organs, the owners of such equipment liked nothing better than to bury them into tight teenage pussies, and would pay a great deal for the privilege of doing so. This little slut was well on the way to being a totally brainless cock receptacle, thinking of nothing but cocks and sex. Given another few days, she'd be ready for the massive fuck-a-thons the Arabs would give her once they got her home.
Of course, discipline was important too, for the Arabs were hardly a tolerant bunch. If she was to last more than a day or two, she'd have to be perfectly obedient to their whims and wishes. Even the stupid Arabs would stop paying for girls if they had to be killed within hours of their purchase, she thought.
The blonde girl's groans became louder and her body's tortured thrashings became more energetic as she stuffed the sausage-like rubber prong deep into her slurpy wet fuck hole. Her heels bounced on the nig as she humped up against the dildo, and her back arched as she came with a gasping whining, cry of bliss.
"Your car eees rheady, Madam." Charles said.
"Vehry well. Ladies." she said, rising. The other two got up and followed her out of the room. Charles waited downstairs at the door and opened it for them. Celine stopped briefly.
"Remember to follow the schedule, Charles." she said.
"Oui, Madam." He sniffed.
They left and he closed the door behind them, then returned upstairs to the girl. She was laying flat on her back, spread-eagled and unmoving now, her orgasm having passed through her and left. The dildo was still buried in her cunt chamber as she lay there in a semi-conscious haze.
He slid his belt out from his pants loops and stood over her. Un-like the women, he could not use riding crops and such because of his strength. Celine didn't want the girl's skin broken for fear it would reduce her price.
For now, he would put her through her paces, much like a dog. The purpose was simple, to get her accustomed to obeying orders instantly, without question or hesitation. Pretty teenagers were a dime a dozen, well trained little sluts were more expensive.
Charles stood over her, looking down at her lewdly displayed body with a scowl.
"All right, girl." he said. "It's time for you to learn how to be a good, obedient little slut." He slapped the belt against his leg as he talked.
"Get onto your hands and knees." he said. She looked at him through her half closed eyes and groaned. He raised the belt and slashed it down onto her right breast.
She screamed in pain, her body jackknifing upwards so she was on her ass, her arms covering her tit meat. She looked up at him in fear as he scowled right back.
"Get onto your hands and knees!" he ordered. She quickly turned over and knelt there before him.
He brought the belt slashing down across her ass cheeks then, raising a bright red line and making her shriek in pain again. Her body shot forward and she dropped to her belly on the carpet, her hands reaching behind her to rub her sore ass. She began sobbing as she looked up at him anxiously.
"When anyone tells you to get on your hands and knees, you make sure your ass is pointing to him or her and that your legs are spread, stupeed beetch!" he growled. He slapped the belt against his leg again.
"Now. Get on your hands and knees!"
She quickly turned around and raised herself to her hands and knees, her ass pointed to him. She widened her legs somewhat. He brought the belt down on her ass again and again she howled with pain, twisting away.
"When you are punished, you do not move!" he screamed.
"If you move you will receive twice as many blows as if you did not. Do you understand me?! Now get on your hands and knees!"
She shakily got back onto her hands and knees, sniffling and trembling slightly.
"Straighten your back, push your ass up and out!"
She complied as he walked around her in slow circles.
"Spread your legs more, slut!"
"Now drop down onto your elbows and push your ass up more. Good." His foot nudged her legs a little further apart.
"Now I want you to get on your knees with your back straight." She looked up in confusion and he slashed the belt across her back, making her scream in pain. He bent and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up until she was on her knees, her back straight and her knees bent at a ninety degree angle.
"like that." he said," And always face your master when he says that for it means you're to suck his cock."
She shifted around so she was staring into his crotch.
"Now sit on your heels." he said.
She let lowered herself until her heels dug into her ass cheeks.
"Keep your back straight, no ... bend backwards."
She bent back, and back, and back, until she fell back on the carpet. He slashed the belt down on her right tit then, drawing a howl of agony.
"Get up!" he snarled. She knelt again, her ass on her heels and again bent her back, pulling her head far back so she was looking up at the roof, then at the wall behind her. Charles stood behind her.
"Now raise yourself up so you are on your knees again.
She was already on her knees and didn't understand what he meant. He gripped her hair and forced her up again so her knees were bent at a ninety degree angle, then he pulled her back so her face was staring upside down into his crotch.
"Learn to obey orders, slut!" He slashed the belt down on her left breast, holding her hair firmly so she couldn't move. He cut it across her right tit then, to even things up, then cracked it down on her left, then her right. Finally he let go of her hair and shoved her forward so she fell on her face on the nig.
"Lay on your back and spread your legs." he ordered.
She whimpered and sobbed, but did it quickly. Then he had her put her hands high above her and spread them. She rolled onto her belly then and lay spread-eagled, then was ordered to do a handstand. When she finally managed one, he slashed the belt straight down into her cunt, sending a terrible burst of pain into her body.
That was for not spreading her legs wide enough. He made her crawl back and forth along the floor, made her lick his boots and play with her breasts, then ordered her to her feet, and to her surprise, turned on music.
He made her dance then, not like she did at home or at the discos, but in a slow sinewy manner that rolled her hips and thrust her chest out at him.
Her arms moved up, her body straight as she wove her ass back and forth. She brought her hands up and down her body, softly caressing it as she moved to the music.
All the while he moved around her, slashing out at her soft skin with the belt if she didn't understand or didn't move fast enough.
That done, she learned how to stand up. She had thought she already knew how to stand up but apparently not to Charles's satisfaction. Her backbone must be ramrod straight, her head perfectly positioned forward and her chest thrust up and out. Her heels must be tight together and her hands at her side and she mustn't move.
She didn't understand any of this, but wasn't capable of any really rational thought anyway. Her responses were merely instinctive reactions to his roaring voice and the pain of his belt. She stood as straight as she could while he slowly undressed, careful not to move a muscle, lest he hit her again.
Then he stood naked in front of her, his muscles standing out hard on his dark black body. His cock was long and thick and pointed directly into her belly, like a threatening spear.
* * * * *
Monard made it back to his flat without difficulty. The police had long since left, though they'd left a tape across his door which said nobody was to enter. He cut it with his pocket knife and went in. He changed quickly, hardly glancing at the chalk outline and the blood where the body of his would-be assassin had lain.
If only he'd been able to get a picture, he sighed, but the light in the room had been poor, and anyway, he'd forgotten about his camera as he had watched the lewd, lesbian display. Still, he should be able to convince the old man he'd seen his girl.
He hurried out of the apartment, thinking only of the money the rich American would pay him when he was told where his "little girl" was. Monard had no intention of telling him just what the girl had been doing at the time he'd seen her. Perhaps the American wouldn't want her back when he learned she was a lesbo.
He trotted down the stairs, and only just happened to look across the rail and see the two hard faced men looking back at him. He slowed, then stopped. The three stared at each other, then he turned and raced back upstairs. Bullets slammed into the wall behind him as he rounded the top and ran down the hallway.
He cursed himself as he ran, knowing he should have been more careful. Whatever slime had tried to kill him, hadn't finished yet. He threw open the window and crawled out onto the fire escape as the two men came into view. He and they fired together, neither hitting anything.
He half jumped, half climbed down the metal stairs, running at each landing. Above him, the two men poked their heads out and began shooting, their bullets ricocheting off the metal stairs above him. He made it to the bottom and jumped off, then raced down the alley.
The guns sounded like cannons as the two ran down the stairs behind him, firing as they went. He reached the street and turned, firing up towards them and making them stop and crouch down briefly, then he ran across to his car and jumped in.
The engine caught at once and he raced off, the tires squealing on the roadway. Far behind him, a car's lights came on, indicating his two pursuers were still after him. He cursed and stomped on the gas, then tore the wheel over, sending the little car spinning around a corner.
He turned right at the next corner, then left, then right, finally slowing down as he realized he'd lost the cochons. He heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his eyes and shaking his head. He needed a drink before he saw Smith, that was for sure.
He stopped at a bar nearby and parked in a darkened side street. Once inside, he bypassed his usual wine and ordered a brandy, gulping it down in one motion as he watched the naked girls dancing on the combination, bar-stage.
He ordered another and leaned forward on the bar, thinking about how much to demand from Smith for the whereabouts of his kid. He would demand a lot, but settle for much less. He wanted out of this business. The Baroness obviously didn't like people asking about her and he wanted to get out of town.
A naked girl squatted in front of his face, her legs wide and her cunt winking at him. He took out a coin and pushed it into her cunt, sliding it out of sight. She moved away, squatting in front of the next guy and he went back to his thinking.
Twenty minutes later he was headed for Smith's hotel. Once there, he had to wait in the lobby because the employees wouldn't let him go up. He called Smith, who hurried down when told his daughter had been located.
"Where is she?" he demanded, as soon as he was within speaking range.
"Calm yourself, Monsieur." Monard soothed, holding up his hands.
"I want to know where my daughter is, you fucking frog!" he snarled.
"I have located her at the private estate of a baroness."
"A what?"
"A baroness, that is to say, a lady baron, if you take my meaning."
"Is she all right? Is she hurt?"
"She looked very, ah ... healthy to me, Monsieur."
"What was she doing there?"
"You will have to ask her, monsieur. I was only to find her. I have finded her."
"All right. All right. Where is she then? Tell me how to find her."
"First, monsieur, I require my payment." He shrugged helplessly.
"I am zorry to hask first, but een thees business, many simply refuse to pay once zey ave what zey want."
"How much?" Smith demanded. "Well, including hexpenses, and labor and also getting shot at.. . "
"Someone shot at you?"
"The Baroness does not seem to like people enquiring about her."
"Is Amy in any danger?"
"As for zat, I cannot say. She appeared to be fine when I see ehr. Now as fohr my payment, I zink zat, oh ... twenty thousand francs should do."
"Thats five thousand bucks, pal! What did you do that's worth five thousand bucks?"
"I ave found jhour daughter, monsieur. Ees she not worth zat money?"
"All right. All right. I'll write you a check."
"Regrettably, monsieur, I take no checks or credit cards. Cash only."
"I don't have five thousand bucks on me!"
"I shall return in zee morning zen, monsieur. Zee banks, zey open at ten-thirty. I shall return at eleven-zirty."
"Are you sure my daughter is all right?"
"She seemed to be enjoying herself, monsieur, and in no danger."
* * * * *
Amy moaned, in fact, it was almost like a cow's moo as the giant black man forced his giant black cock down her pink cunt tunnel.
"OOoooooooooooooohhhhh!" she moaned, her cunt stretched wide around the thick, pulsing meat. She'd been fucked several times that night be the women and their big dildos but none had had the thick girth of Charles's prick.
She was on her hands and knees as Charles knelt behind her and slowly worked his massive prick into her hot, moist little hole. Her legs were spread and her back arched, her ass pushed up and out as he'd instructed her. She had a hard time maintaining the position as he put more and more pressure on her, jamming his cock into her belly.
Charles looked down to her little white cunt lips and watched the last of his deep black cock slide through them and into her belly. She was tight and hot and he wanted to give her a fucking she'd remember. He considered this the best part of his job, getting to ride these hot cunted little white bitches like this.
In the years he'd been with the Baroness, he'd fucked American girls, French girls, Italian girls, German girls, Norwegian girls, Swiss girls, Swedish girls, even Japanese girls and a Russian.
Down in the dungeon lay a slim young Israeli he'd grabbed right off the street near her hotel. He was looking forward to ripping out the cherry he'd found between her legs when he'd stripped her. Now she lay in chains, waiting for his attention.
This blonde bitch was first, though. He jammed the nozzle of his cockhead against her cervix and twisted his thick cock around inside her, knowing it hurt the girl. He started to draw his cock back then, sliding it down the clasping walls of her pussy.
Then he thrust forward, his cock halting for a moment, then slamming back into her as she squealed with pain and surprise. He was determined that the little whore get such a good hard ride that she'd never forget it. None of the dirty Arabs that would use her would have a mighty prong like his, he was sure.
Her twat was like a vice around his prong as he lay buried within her soft warm belly. His muscles bulged and he slammed back, jerking his cock out of her, then throwing his hips forward, forcing it to thrust back in. His hands kept a firm grip on her hips as he jerked and twisted his cock back and forth in her twat, working it loose for him to begin his stroking. He impaled her on his mighty lance, his balls pressing in tight against her cunt lips as he ground his belly into her round little ass.
He forced her tight tunnel open for his monster cock, then began to pump. At first he had to go slow, for her pussy was still tight around his sliding cock tool. Gradually he was able to build up speed until he was rutting into her with a terrible fury, his cock slicing back and forth inside her, his cockknob crashing into her cervix two or three times a second.
She was grunting in pain as his cock stabbed into her, her body trembling and shaking and jerking under the terrible hammering blows of his giant prong. His hips smashed into her soft little buttocks, crushing them as he rodded his black cock deep into her belly.
His left hand slid upward onto her shoulder, using it to pull her back against him as he sent his cock spearing into her guts. His right hand reached down and fisted her right tit, mashing and twisting it with his large powerful fingers.
She cried out in pain as he ripped at her titty meat and he cackled in delight and let it go. Then he slapped the bouncing tit open handed. It bounced more, jerking and wobbling beneath her as his belly continued to pound against her.
She cried out in pain as he slapped at the side of her bouncing tit again, his big hand slamming hard against the fat hanging meat and sending it recoiling back against her other tit, setting that wobbling and bouncing too.
He slapped her tit a few more times, then stopped, feeling his juices building up in his balls. He slid both giant hands onto her shoulders then, completely encasing them in his hard black paws. He began jerking her back against him with enormous power, her ass slamming back into his thrusting hips, the little pussy skewered and reamed by the tremendous speed and force of his massive cock as it thrust into her.
Her grunts were now a long, continuous stream of warbling moans as her cunt burned and twisted around his terrible plunging cock. His organ was a solid wad of meat inside her belly, a fat hard rod that pounded up and down the length of her fuck-tube with terrible velocity and a furious driving impact.
He began to grunt and growl, like a huge animal as he rode her. His body came down on hers, half resting atop her as his long hands dropped to the floor on either side of her own smaller palms. Now he was above her as well as behind her, riding her like a fucking bitch dog in heat, taking her like an animal in the woods, without regard to her as anything but a receptacle for his pounding sex tool.
His chest crushed her downward, lowering her further towards the floor, making it difficult for her to stay on her hands and knees as the weight bore down on her and his breathing hissed in her ear.
Then he bit her, now growling in earnest as he rodded his prick into her slit. He bit the side of her neck, seemingly possessed with a furious sexual passion as he sucked on her flesh and growled into her throat. His cock humped into her in a non-stop blurring stroke that mashed the head repeatedly against the deepest base of her fuck-box.
Amy's eyes rolled in her head and her own breath was a whining gurgle as her sex box flared heat up into her belly and clutched at her chest. A great howling roar was building in her head and deafening he to all but the rushing blood pumping through her veins, the pounding of her strained heart, and the slurping, sucking, slapping sound of his giant cock as it rode into her.
His big, tree-trunk arms suddenly came around her belly and tightened. She gasped as he crushed her in a terrible embrace, locking her soft white body against his hard black muscles. He reared back then, hauling her up with him, his cock still embedded in her tight pink sheath.
He fell backwards onto the floor and Amy's back crashed into his chest, her head following as his hands shifted their positions and his cock twisted within her. He continued to hump against her, driving his hard erection into her moist cunt from behind. His violent fucking motions threw her ass upwards again and again as his hands gripped her tits and mashed them. His face was buried in the nape of her neck, where he continued to growl and bit and suck.
Her hands slid down to her grown, where the felt the hard, blackness of his cockshaft as it slid up into he crotch. She fingered it's hardness and sleekness as it slid back and forth from between her own pussy lips. It seemed amazing somehow, as she felt it's thick girth and massive length, that the entire thing was stabbing up into her and she still lived.
She came, her entire body writhing and thrashing atop him as his plunging cock sent her sexual fever exploding within her. She gasped and cried out in blissful release, her body blasted over and over with the fiery hot ecstasy of her orgasmic eruption.
Her eyes were blurred and unfocused and her confusion total. Her body continued to bounce atop his as Charles kept humping his cock up into her. Her hands patted the floor uncertainly, then felt the hardness of Charles's belly.
She slowly, and with many backward falls, pushed herself up to a sitting position, her mouth open in wondrous pleasure as Charles sent his cock pounding straight up into her belly from beneath. Her cunt was impaled again and again by his shooting prong as he growled and hissed and fucked into her.
She raised herself, slightly, before falling back. Then she tried again, finally managing to get into a squatting position atop him. He grabbed her arm and twisted her around so she was facing him, and he could watch her meaty titties as they bounced and shook high on her chest.
His fingers slid around them, gouging and twisting and squeezing her bouncing melons as he screwed his dick up into her tight cunt tube. He rose then, into a sitting position, his hands going down onto her ass. He shakily got to his feet, lifting her easily, her slight weight as nothing to him.
She threw her arms around his neck, her legs circling him as she felt his cock high inside her. He roared as he jammed her against him, throwing her body up and down in time to his rutting, humping motions. He charged forward, slamming her into the side wall and knocking the air out of her as he held her tightly and ground his hips between her thighs.
The impact broke Amy's arms free from about his neck and she slid back bonelessly against the wall. Yet Charles's hands were still under her ass as he slammed his cock into her belly, pounding her back against the wall. Her head and back slid up and down against the plaster, bouncing somewhat as he drew back before each stroke.
He staggered back, his breathing ragged and deep and she slid down the wall until she was almost upended. Her cunt was still impaled on his fat organ, her crotch locked to his. But her head and chest fell back until she was upside down and her arms hung beneath her, almost touching the ground.
Charles kept a firm grip around her waist, locking her against him as he continued to spear her crotch hole with his blood engorged fuck-rod. He jerked her against him repeatedly, grunting loudly each time he shoved her out, then slammed her crotch back against him.
His cock was pulsing and throbbing with desperate need, stinging and almost in pain with the severity of it's swollen pressure. Her legs came free from around him, hanging to either side of his waist, feet pointed towards the floor.
Her body was bowed back, her arms, head, chest and legs well down as he held her cunt against him and rodded his prong deep into her guts with frantic strokes. Then he howled with glee and his cock exploded, sending powerful waves of pleasure through his massive frame.
Amy whimpered and shook, her orgasm ripping through her as she felt his hot, sticky juices gushing into her belly. He continued to jam her crotch against his cock as he humped into her, and her sucking cunt was flooded with bubbling white semen that scalded her womb.
Then he slowly dropped to his knees, then fell forward atop her lifeless body, pinning her spread-eagled beneath him as the last dregs of his cum seeped into her belly.
EIGHT
Celine Was not pleased to hear about someone snooping around and asking questions about her. She was even more unhappy that Jacque had not consulted her before deciding to kill the man. Still, it wouldn't have been a bad decision had it worked. That the man sent had failed was unforgivable.
"You are an imbecile!" she snarled.
"What kind of an assassin do you expect to hire for a thousand francs?"
"He seemed capable, Baroness." he replied, timidly. She slapped him in the face and cursed furiously. Her mind raced as she ran over the possibilities, including that the man, this ratty little private detective, might have been the one in her yard that evening.
"I am sure we will find him, Baroness." he whined. She slapped him again.
"You found him twice and still did nothing. I shall find someone more capable to mind my affairs in the city!" she hissed.
"I ... I am most sorry, Baroness." He whimpered.
"You say he was showing a picture of a blonde girl?"
"A American girl, Baroness, possibly the one you have now?" She glared and he quickly shut up, staring at the floor.
"This must be seen to at once." she snapped.
"I will find someone to take care of this Monard person." She stalked away and went to the phone, calling up a man she knew in one of the Arab embassies. Thirty seconds later, she swept back out onto the street and dove into her limousine, ordering the driver back to the estate.
She would have the girl in the embassy by morning. It would cost her a lot on the girl's price, but there was too much risk in keeping her at the estate now. Then she cursed again, realizing that the Israeli girl would have to go as well, and her buyer wasn't even in town yet.
She debated just killing the both and dumping them in the lake, but that would involve too great a monetary loss, especially as the blonde slut was so well trained now. Perhaps the Israeli could be dumped, she wasn't connected to the girl at all. The American girl though, her and her tight box, would go to the Arabs.
Within a few hours they'd have her on a private plane and out of the country. Once the girl was gone, there would no longer be any danger from this twerpy little man who was sniffing around and she could forget about him, though she'd have to have him killed, of course. She couldn't have anyone suspecting her.
Her car screeched up the drive and then halted before the door for her to jump out. It continued around the house to the garage, where the girl would be taken out. Celine hurried through the door and up the stairs, muttering and grumbling to herself angrily.
"Charles!" she called. "Charles!" He appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down quizzically.
"We are moving the slut tonight. Get her down here." she ordered.
"Yes, Madam. As you say." He turned as she joined him and the two strode down the hall to the room the girl had been left in. She was naked, of course, and lying barely conscious on the floor.
Celine scowled down at her then kicked her hard in the cunt. The teenager gasped and twisted on her side, her hands covering her cunt.
"The slut's a filthy mess!" she raged.
"I have not had time to clean her, Madam."
"I can't deliver her like this!" She kicked the girl in the behind and looked furiously at the big black man.
"Take her to the bathroom and we'll clean her!" She stalked off ahead of him as he pulled the girl up and carried her into the bathroom.
Celine ran the water and he dumped her in the tub. It was a quick cleaning, though Celine didn't neglect the girl's cunt, giving her a douche so the Arabs wouldn't smell cum in her pussy when they inspected her. Half an hour later, Celine walked down the stairs, Amy behind her. The girl had revived somewhat, partly because the bath had been with cold water. She looked fresh scrubbed and pretty, her hair puffed out around her and framing her small face.
She was wearing a filmy blue bra, G-string, and garter belt set, along with high heels. Above that was a long, but snug dress in bright green. Around her throat was a bright silver collar with her name engraved at the front.
She got into the limo beside Celine, her eyes blinking with curiosity as she looked around her. Then the garage doors opened and the car lurched forward, skimming down the drive and out onto the street. It was almost dawn by the time they made it to the embassy.
* * * * *
Monard watched his money going down the drain as the Baroness led the girl into the embassy through a side door. He'd been worried that they might have decided to move, but hadn't had anything like this in mind when he'd come back to watch the Baroness's house.
Why on earth was the girl going into the Kumari embassy anyway? Surely the Kumaris wouldn't let her hide out there from her father. He puzzled on it for long minutes, until the Baroness came back out and got into her car alone. Then it hit him, along with his left hand which slapped his forehead.
White slavery. He'd not seriously considered it, but perhaps should have. The girl was exactly the type the filthy Arabs lusted after. He'd always though it was unattended girls, runaways and orphans that wound up in the sheiks' harems, but apparently that wasn't always the case.
Yet, the girl had appeared to go in willingly. Perhaps she was drugged, he didn't know. All he knew was that she wouldn't stay there for long. She'd be on her way out of the country soon, and with her his payoff, the Arabs would have a high old time fucking the shit out of her tonight in the middle-east somewhere.
No wonder the bitch didn't like people looking into her affairs. He wondered how many other girls she'd sold to the filthy Arabs, and as he did, he began to get mad, thinking of all that pussy that he was being deprived of, that all France was being deprived of. Meanwhile of course, the Baroness wouldn't let a cock within a mile of her tight pussy.
He debated what to do now. He could call the police, but that would be a waste of time. They'd never violate diplomatic sovereignty like that. Besides, they wouldn't want to offend the Arabs, even if they knew the girl was in there.
He'd have to think of another way. For sure he couldn't get in there himself. Those Arabs kept arsenals around their buildings. He could see several armed guards from here. Still, there should be some way of getting to that little blonde.
* * * * *
Amy was even more confused than normal. Celine had brought her on a nice drive, only to take her in through the back door of some crummy, crumbling old building and down a flight of rickety stairs to a basement. There she'd met two ugly old Arab men, who'd looked at her without much friendliness at all.
Celine had spoken to them in french, so Amy had no idea what was going on. Then Celine had unzipped her dress and slid it off, leaving her in the funny underwear they'd put on her. She'd stood straight like Charles had shown her, as the Arabs had walked around and around her, their hands pawing at her skin.
Celine had undone her bra so they could look at her breasts, talking in french all the while. Then she'd pulled down her panties and Amy had bent forward as the three of them had stood behind her, still talking. A hand, she didn't know whos, had slid against her crotch, then a finger had wriggled up into her pussy and pumped her a few times.
Celine and the Arabs had talked some more, then Celine had left. Amy wasn't sure what to do, so she did nothing. She was standing here, mostly naked now, her bra hanging open on either side of her big breasts and her panties around her knees.
The two Arabs had left her there and began fooling with a big crate of some sort. They'd slid it onto the floor and opened it.
Celine watched without any great curiosity. It looked like a coffin or something to her and she wasn't interested.
They opened the top of the carton, then one of them turned back to Amy. He'd come over and removed her bra, then pulled off her garter belt, and taken off her panties and stockings and shoes, leaving her stark naked in the cool stone room.
"Where's Celine?" she asked, hesitantly.
Neither had answered, and she wondered if they even spoke english. A third man, also an Arab, came into the room then. He looked appraisingly at Amy, then came over and stood right in front of her, looking down.
He gripped her chin and pulled her mouth open, looking down into her throat it seemed, then he'd stepped back and cupped her breasts, weighing them in his palms. He twisted her around and shoved her forward across a table, then kicked her legs apart.
He jammed a finger into her twat, wiggling it around inside her as his other hand slapped down on her ass cheeks and squeezed them repeatedly. He grunted, apparently satisfied, and stepped back. Amy didn't move, her hands flat on the table to either side of her head and her fat melons squashed beneath her.
The man had gone over and talked to the others in their strange language, then left. The other two finished what they were working on and came over to Amy. They stood behind her, talking and snickering. Amy knew they were talking about her, but didn't know what they were saying, which frustrated her greatly.
Then she felt hands on her ass cheeks, this time not coldly but lustfully. They squeezed her tender buttocks and then slid down between her soft thighs and squeezed and fondled her pussy. She heard the sound of a zipper opening and braced herself for penetration.
* * * * *
The police were not happy about raiding one of the homes of the country's nobles, but the American was insistent and apparently the embassy had put some pressure on the justice minister. And even more important, he'd bribed the Captain.
Barely past dawn, the police, several dozen of them, burst into the Baroness's estate, Smith right behind him. He knew he was being a little audacious, what with lying to the police and the embassy, claiming Amy had been kidnapped by terrorists and all, but he figured once she was back he could make something up.
The police obviously didn't give a damn when they thought it was just some teenager running off, so he'd made up the kidnap story, even written himself a ransom note, and taken it to the police. As for that imbecilic little private detective, screw him.
The police had already given him a description of the woman Amy had been seen with, and as soon as the little fink had left, he'd gone back to them, telling them the woman was a Baroness. The police hadn't taken long to figure out who the Baroness was from the description, there weren't that many around after all.
To his astonishment and consternation, Amy had not been found. Instead, they'd found some Israeli girl in the cellar, who'd apparently been kidnapped for real. It looked like these people actually were terrorists! Now he really started worrying about Amy.
The Baroness, a sullen, glaring, sneering woman who refused to say anything at all, was no help. Besides her, there was only a big black man, apparently a servant, though the Israeli girl claimed he'd kidnapped her off a street. He denied it, and denied any knowledge of Amy. Where was she?
* * * * *
Amy's ass-hole hurt. The cackling Arab man sodomizing her hadn't used any kind of lubrication and was being far from gentle. He'd slid her along the table until the corner was prodding her belly, then lifted her up and shoved her forward.
The sides of her legs were forced apart, grinding against the table as her feet jerked left the floor. Now her legs bobbed up and down in mid-air as the man fucked her. Her ass was poised right on the corner of the table and her legs were wide.
The man pumped his cock in her tortured ass-hole with both pleasure and some kind of ugly dislike for her. She couldn't imagine why he didn't like her. She hadn't done anything bad that she knew of.
The table's comer, between her legs, kept her thighs up and apart, leaving the man's hands free to roam her body as he raped her anus. His hands were not light as they roughly squeezed and slapped and pinched at her flesh.
Inside her rectum, his long, thin cock slid rapidly back and forth, reaming her out good as he grunted and humped into her. She whimpered, her face rubbing against the table top as the man jerked her back and forth. He grabbed at her hair and pulled it, laughing when she cried out.
Then his hands began slapping her in the head as he cursed her. She was confused and anxious, wondering what she'd done wrong, or what she hadn't done right. His cock kept churning back and forth in her rectum as he fucked her out, and soon he spurted his seed up into her and pulled out.
The other man stepped forward and he two stuffed his cock down her ass-hole. Amy grunted in pain as he began to hump her, driving his prick up and down her shit chute with great gusto as his hands pawed her flesh.
She didn't like these men. They smelled bad. She wished Celine and Charles would come back and take her away. Her ass-hole burned and she was freezing from the cold. Then the man pulled her back a little as he thrust into her.
The comer of the table ground up between her pussy lips, mashing along her clitty and sending a hot burst of heat into her belly. She grunted in surprise, then started rubbing herself against it as the man continued to rut into her ass-hole.
Her hands slid under her and squeezed her titties as she rubbed back and forth against the corner. Her breathing quickened and her body heated up. She closed her eyes and moaned as waves of steamy sex-heat wafted through her brain.
She was grinding herself against the corner when the man shot off in her ass-hole, spraying her bowels with his wet white seed. He pulled his softening cock out of her, and just then noticed that she continued to grind against the corner even without his thrusts.
He cursed angrily and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her up and back off the table. He held her upright, yelling at her as he pulled her head way back, twisting her hair cruelly. He spit into her face and then grabbed her right titty and stabbed his fingers deep into the meat.
He twisted and mashed and gouged at her boobs as she sobbed and cried out in pain. Then he flung her against a wall. She hit her head hard and slid down to the floor, gazing up at him in fear. He picked up a needle, one like she remembered from doctor's offices, and advanced towards her.
* * * * *
The simplest ways were the oldest, Monard figured. He had a bottle of wine, half empty. He had a tank of gas. Lord knew he had enough rags. It only took minutes to make himself a molotov cocktail.
Since the girl had gone in the west side, he went to the east and then tossed the bottle through a window there. Flames lit up the inside and he hurried away. This early there weren't-likely to be many people inside, so nobody was going to get hurt, probably.
He rushed to a corner payphone and called the fire department, then waited around the corner. Within minutes their sirens appeared. By then the flames were going good. The fire trucks halted in front of the building and the men jumped down. They did not go near the building however.
They took out their hoses and started shooting water in through the window he'd broken, and wandered around and around the low fence that surrounded the embassy. He cursed and watched closely, hoping for some kind of opportunity.
A big car screeched up within a couple of minutes and an old Arab got out, staring open mouthed at the building, which was burning pretty good on one side. One of the firemen came over to him and they talked, then the man rushed up to the front door and opened it.
He'd apparently given the firemen permission to enter. They all hurried into the building, trailing hoses behind them. Monard snuck over to one of the trucks and pulled a coat off, sliding it around himself. He put a hat on and rushed into the building after them.
In all the commotion they didn't even notice him. There was smoke everywhere, but it was up near the roof, which was very high. He hunched over and ran down a hallway away from the fire. At the end of was the door the girl had come in.
There was a set of stairs there leading down and he rushed down them, drawing in fresh air as he went lower. The walls were all concrete here and he could hardly smell the smoke. At the bottom was a dankly lit stone corridor.
He took out his gun, then began checking doors, one by one, half running as he made his way along the hall. He opened one, popped his head inside and started to withdraw, but a sound caught his ears and he stopped.
He rushed in and moved around a series of boxes, packed high to the roof. As he rounded a corner, he spotted three Arabs hunched over a crate. They turned in shock as they heard him. Then one reached for his jacket.
Monard shot him as the man brought out a gun. Then he shot the other two for good luck. He didn't like Arabs anyway. He hurried over, looking for the girl, but didn't see her anywhere. He cursed, then looked down at the rectangular crate one of the bodies was sprawled atop.
He kicked the man off and lifted the top of the crate, and there she was, looking like a statue, her legs straight, arms at her side, perfectly naked and eyes closed. Thick straps bound her shoulders, hips and feet.
He quickly undid them, and hauled her out of the crate, then flung her across his shoulder and ran down the corridor with her. The smoke was starting to build up even down here and he hoped he wouldn't get caught in his own fire.
He reached the stairs without seeing any flames, but as he climbed the smoked got denser and denser until he couldn't see anything. He kept climbing, then walked straight ahead to where he knew the door was. He bumped into it, fumbled for the knob, then threw it open and staggered outside.
* * * * *
Amy didn't remember anything about what happened to her at the Baroness's estate, or at the Embassy. The Embassy had burned to the ground, leaving little evidence. The Baroness refused to speak, but the girl in her cellar wouldn't shut up and the scandal was enormous.
She'd been accused of working with the PLO or
SPREAD FOR DANGER some other Arab terrorist group and sentenced to fifty years in prison. Charles had gotten sixty, after which he was to be deported to north Africa.
After spending a week in hospital, Amy gradually began to think clearly again, and get bored. Since there was nothing physically wrong with her after the drugs wore off, she was released and she and her parents went home.
