Considered as a place to live and bring up children, the modern world, as most readers will have discovered by now, is a rough, mean, wicked place which is full of unpleasant surprises, and sensible adults have regulated their lives accordingly. Society in the twentieth century abounds with con men and criminals, drug-peddlers and pimps, plus sex maniacs of various persuasions, not to mention all the other types who have made it their nefarious business to lead young people astray. The wise parent has done his" best to prepare his children for these unpleasant but inevitable contacts.
But the innocent continue to go forth to the slaughter. Consider the statistics: at a prominent university in the United States, school administrators found that 87% of those female students who became pregnant without the benefit of husbands or matrimony were ignorant of the rudiments of sexual education, excepting what little they needed to know to get themselves pregnant in the first place.
And who is to blame? To a certain extent, society at large or the university itself, but it seems clear that much of the responsibility for these human tragedies lies with the parents who have sent their adolescent daughters off to deal with the hazards of modern life without instructing them in the fundamentals of elementary morality, not to mention effective birth control procedures.
The same survey, (as reported in the American Medical Society Journal) found that young men between the ages of 18 and 22 were approximately seven times more likely to contract syphilis or some other veneral disease than any other age group. The explanation? Total ignorance of the basic facts about the effects and symptoms of these 'social' diseases.
In an attempt to answer the age old question, 'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?', the American Council on Social Relations recently did an in-depth study of prostitution in the United States, and anyone who thinks that this has disappeared will find some surprising information in this report. According to their most recent publications on the subject, the Council has determined that over three quarters of the young women currently engaged in the practice of prostitution in the USA come from upper middle class homes. Over fifty percent of the girls interviewed in the survey reported that their parents were church-goers. Furthermore, an astonishing percentage of these unfortunate people were themselves college graduates!
Why? The Council suggested that we might look for the answer in the words of an old college song:
"Her mother never told her, The things a young girl should know...."
Yes, in many cases, a few hours of frank talk between mother and daughter might have averted the tragedy, but too often these innocent young women were left to discover the facts of life the hard way.
After a series of consultations with the Publishers, author Christopher Robinson has prepared a stimulating and moving study of one such drama. Jane Holloway, the heroine of this compelling novel, could hardly complain of neglect at the hands of her doting parents. From the earliest days of her childhood, this fictional Jane was showered with gifts, praise, attention, love and religious training. Horseback riding, music and ballet lessons, and an elegant girl's finishing school all contributed to the creation of the carefully reared young lady we meet in the opening pages of Mr. Robinson's absorbing novel. But what does Jane Holloway lack? Where have her parents failed her?
As she leaves the protection of her home for the first time, the answer becomes tragically clear. Going away to college, Jane is encountering totally unprepared, the dangers and corruption offered by a large twentieth century metropolis. Armed only with a foolish and naive belief in the basic goodness of mankind, her familiarity with sexual affairs is minimal, and her knowledge of the hazards of the big city is limited. Jane's parents have sheltered her all of her life from the perverse realities of the world and now she finds herself naive, unsophisticated and very, very vulnerable.
Her education proceeds rapidly and cruelly and the reader will encounter passages which may seem at first to be unduly harsh and earthy. Some may be offended at the blunt naturalistic vocabulary used by certain characters in this book, or by certain scenes which the faint hearted may regard as overly explicit. However the Publishers believe that this novel, as it stands, is a realistic and honest treatment of a difficult and dangerous situation. The harshness, the obscenity, the violence-all of these things exist in the world; the author has merely written them down.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1972
CHAPTER ONE
As the train chugged slowly out of the dreariness of the stockyards and into the open countryside, Dan Wollinski unzipped his jacket, touched a match to a cigarette and sat back in his window seat to survey his fellow passengers for the run down to New Orleans. Dan had spent a lot of time on trains during the last few years and he inevitably dreamed about having some beautiful friendly young chick get on board at the last minute and find no seat vacant except the one next to him. One thing would lead to another and after a long intimate conversation, they would head for the nearest hotel the moment the train arrived in the station.
Unfortunately, it never seemed to happen and his journeys were normally shared by grandmothers who showed him blurred snap-shots of their ugly grandchildren, or salesmen who would sit next to him getting quietly drunk from a pocket flask and never even offer him a drink.
At the moment, the seat by his side was empty and Dan hoped it would stay that way. He had ceased to believe that the beautiful young chick would ever materialize and rather than try to communicate with someone boring, he preferred to be alone with his thoughts. The young man had been through a lot in the past few years and had been forced to grow up very abruptly. His real education had begun three years ago when a particularly nasty sergeant at Fort Dix had given him a crash course in applied violence. A few months later, he had learned even more about himself and the world he lived in as he found himself fighting for his life in the steaming fetid jungles of Southeast Asia. On his twenty-third birthday, he had killed his first man, a grinning North Vietnamese lieutenant he had stumbled into on the way to the latrine one night; a few days later in Saigon, he had lost his virginity with the assistance of a rather bored Vietnamese prostitute.
The young ex-soldier grinned to himself as he thought of the girls of Saigon. Oh, it had been fun at first, but after awhile they had all begun to look alike and he and his friends had even given up all hope of anything but straight forward unfriendly sex, despite the fact that some of the girls had learned to speak English reasonably well and he himself had mastered quite a few phrases in Vietnamese. But somehow, there had never been time. On their few days of leave away from the jungle and its hazards, they had gotten into the habit of grabbing the first whore they could find, throwing her on her back and driving into her stomach without so much as a moment's foreplay, taking out their aggressions and hatred on the small, perfectly-formed bodies of these lithe, slender Oriental women, knowing as they skewered into them that their own violent death could come at any moment.
Most of the girls he had known in the Orient had been tired and uninteresting, selling their bodies for money and nothing more, and there had been a vulgar saying among the soldiers: Anyone who fucks a Vietnamese is too lazy to jack off!
But every so often, Dan had succeeded in finding a girl who still enjoyed her work at least a little and would take the trouble to put some effort into what she was doing. And these 'special' girls had managed to convince him that a female Oriental knew more about love-making by the time she was fifteen than an American woman would ever learn.
Dan's penis jerked slightly in his pants as he recalled the last night he had spent in Saigon just before shipping out for the States and his final discharge. He had gone to visit a girl whom he had begun to see rather regularly during his leaves, hoping she would be available to entertain him on his last night in town. The girl was a whore, pure and simple, but she loved fucking better than anyone else in the world and the young soldier had always found her perfectly happy to indulge any obscene desire he might have.
As he walked in that last day, the girl had flown into his arms without a word, pressing her lithe, high-breasted body against him and pulled him urgently towards the bed. His sweat-soaked Army uniform had fallen off with fantastic speed and a moment later he had found himself as naked as she, lying on top of her softly yielding body, her firm little bud-like nipples boring into his chest. The pretty young Vietnamese prostitute had thrust her thigh high up into his loins as they writhed around on the narrow bed, bringing his already stimulated cock to an almost unbearable state of throbbing hardness. It had been almost a month since he had last enjoyed a woman, and Dan could feel that the moisture was already seeping from the glans at the end of his long lust-thickened shaft, trapped between the soft surfaces of her tightly clasped thighs.
"Oh, fuck me," she had murmured hotly. "Fuck me good!"
Then the tawny-skinned girl had massaged him with delicate, experienced fingers, stroking the red, blood-swollen tip of his cock until the young man was afraid he was going to explode, cumming all over the soft flat plane of her stomach even before he had gotten a chance to worm his thickly pulsing instrument up into the hidden recesses of her lust-inspiring body.
"I'm going home soon," he had whispered to her. "Let's make this one extra good."
"I will show you some things to teach the girls in America," she had promised in return. "I have heard your women do not know how to make love. Lie on your back, please."
Dan had obediently rolled over, knowing what she was going to do to him and enjoying it in advance as he looked down at her expectantly. The brown skinned, slant-eyed girl had then crouched slavishly between his knees, stroking his cock with her hand and sliding the loose foreskin up and down over the muscular super-hardened shaft until Dan was sure he was going to lose his mind. Her face had hovered above him, only a few inches above, the throbbing moist head of his cock, and the young infantryman had discovered in that moment that his hips were possessed of a will of their own, rising and falling rhythmically as she massaged him.
A broad, man pleasing grin had crossed her face then as she dropped her head slowly and torturously, her tongue flicking teasingly into the dampness of the hard pulsating gland, and this extremely erotic stimulation had forced a low groan of pleasure to the lips of the battle hardened young soldier.
Soon, the crucial moment had arrived. While Dan had looked down with unconcealed ecstasy, the Vietnamese girl had closed her soft red lips around the sensitive head of his cock, her tongue lapping obscenely back and forth as she trapped the huge bulbous tip of his penis inside the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Dan had never had anything quite like this before in his young life, and he had looked down in amazement at the sight of his long hard shaft of flesh stuck luridly up into her tightly ovaled mouth while the girl had sucked on him like a madwoman, using her hands to play with the soft, sensitive skin of his testicles. As she had slavered submissively over him, Dan had enjoyed the lashings of her tongue as she had twirled it maddeningly around the tiny opening of the involuntarily jerking gland at the end of his long heavily swollen penis. The wildly pleasurable sensations she was creating in his loins were mind blowing to say the least, and the sight of her crouched over him like an Oriental slave made it all the better.
Somehow the girl had sensed that Dan was turning on powerfully by now, and she had worked like a demon to make him cum, laboring obscenely to force him to shoot off into her mouth, spewing the great steaming streams of white creamy semen into the depths of her willing throat. Enormous swirling sensations of heated desire had started to build up deep inside of him by this point, and the young soldier had realized that she was driving him inexorably towards the most powerful orgasm of his life. The muscles of his flat hard stomach had gone completely rigid and he had observed with lewd delight the tiny droplets of saliva oozing from the corners of her cock-stuffed mouth.
Then suddenly he had gasped as the spasm swept uncontrollably over him. His moment had arrived and he seized her head in a vise-like grip as he felt the white-hot cum begin its final charge from the repository in his aching sperm-bloated balls out through the wildly contracting channel of his penis and into the sanctuary of her madly sucking mouth. Still watching the bent over prostitute like a hawk, Dan had seen her cheeks billow out like a balloon as her mouth was suddenly filled with the warm sensuous fluid, and he had expected her to stop immediately to spit out this lewd choking mixture of cum and saliva.
But instead, the girl had absolutely reveled in her masochistic debasement, gulping his obscene male cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. Even as his cock slowly wilted, she had continued to suck gently on him, never letting up on her efforts until she had brought his tingling penis back to its fully erected state. Then she had collapsed back on the bed, her legs sprayed lasciviously apart, inviting him to fuck her in the usual way.
Much later that night, when Dan had dressed to leave, the girl had cried a little and unexpectedly dropped to her knees in front of him as he had been counting out the usual payment with a little bit extra as a farewell present. She had removed his now exhausted cock from his pants one last time, kissed it with open mouthed passion, and then slipped the money back into his pocket.
His last night in Saigon had been on the house!
* * *
The train jolted and Dan Wollinski shook his head to drive away this mixed bag of recollections. For him, the war and the Vietnamese people were things of the past, to be forgotten if possible. He was a little long in the tooth to be starting college at the age of twenty five, but the G.I. Bill was going to pay his way and he realized that he would be foolish not to take advantage of it. And the added maturity and worldliness which came from his travels and experiences should give him some advantages as far as the college girls were concerned. Dan had heard that most of these coeds were pretty wild, and a man no longer needed to visit a prostitute to get his rocks off; all you had to do was walk across the campus! Dan was perfectly serious about getting a good education, but he saw no reason why he couldn't enjoy himself while he was at it.
Then suddenly, the miracle happened! The door to the carriage opened and in walked a girl, struggling with two heavy suitcases and an assortment of handbags. Dan Wollinski sat back happily and gave his eyes a treat. She was about eighteen, and moved with the unconscious grace of a woman too young to have realized clearly how beautiful she was or what kind of an effect she had upon men. The newcomer to the car was blonde, rather tall, and as she strained to move her cumbersome baggage down the narrow aisle, Dan could see that her sweater covered breasts were unusually heavy and sensuous, swaying temptingly as she turned her voluptuously curved body. Her hips were narrow and well formed and the skirt she wore as almost a mini, cutting alluringly across her milk-white tapered thighs nearly a foot above her knees.
Dan shook his head in wonderment. Girls like this normally traveled with an escort or a parent. With a body and a face like that, it really was not safe for her to make a long journey like this alone!
And naturally, she would go and sit next to someone else. Wollinski knew better than to expect two miracles during the same train ride, and he watched anxiously as her eyes swept the car, searching for an empty seat. Seeing the one next to him, she headed toward the amazed young ex-soldier, who leaped instantly to his feet to help her with her bags.
"Hi!" she chirped in a friendly tone. "I'm Jane Holloway."
"Hello," he responded somewhat more formally. "Are you going to New Orleans?"
"Yes, I'm going to be a freshman at the university there. Isn't that exciting?"
Given the fact that several hundred thousand young teenagers rushed off somewhere every year to become freshmen, there was no particular reason why her announcement should be remarkable, but the girl's fresh innocent enthusiasm was contagious and Dan found himself confessing that he too was enrolling as a first year student, and before long the two new students were busily discussing the courses they intended to take.
Jane vaguely recalled having been told by her parents that proper young ladies did not start conversations with strangers on trains or other public places, but after all this young man seemed so pleasant and nice, not to mention the fact that he was a student like her. Dan explained that he had already done his military service, and it gave her a warm safe feeling to be sitting next to an older, more experienced person, someone who could guide her if she needed advice. Not that anything bad was likely to happen, of course. According to a tourist book she had read, New Orleans was a happy friendly city with lots of old French charm. She had looked at the brochure published by the university and had scanned the pages of photographs showing happy healthy young people playing at sports or busily studying with smiles on their faces. Oh, there was no question about it! This was going to be the best experience of her life!
"Are you going to take Biology IA?" inquired the ex-soldier, leafing through a university catalog.
"Yes, are you? That would be wonderful. We could sit together!" she gushed, without thinking of how her remark must have sounded. "I love biology. I took it in high school."
Of course, life was not always going to be peaches and cream, Jane reminded herself, and who knew what the future could bring? She had, for example, had her tonsils out when she was ten, a most unpleasant experience, and then more recently, there had been the nasty business with Richard....
Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, noticing that the old train seemed to be vibrating a lot, and firmly resolving that she would not start day dreaming about her last date with Richard again. It was over and done with, she insisted to herself. There was no reason to keep worrying about it, but unfortunately, Dan seemed to be busily studying his catalog and there was no light conversation to distract her.
And it kept coming back to her, like the nightmare it had been. Richard had been her steady boyfriend throughout high school and the two of them had made quite a pair. Beauty and the Beast, their friends had called them, since he had excelled at all forms of sports, and she had always been considered the most attractive young lady in town. Richard's father was the wealthiest man in the community and his son was normally on his best behavior all of the time, but there were nights....
There were nights when Richard was allowed to borrow his father's Lincoln Continental to take her to a school dance or to a movie downtown. On the way home, the young man would normally suggest a 'quiet chat' before turning in, and drive a few miles out of town to some secluded spot where the State Troopers were not likely to harass them. Sex had never been really discussed in the Halloway home, but Jane always had an uncomfortable feeling that she should not permit Richard to caress her ripe succulent breasts the way he liked to do, but she had heard that all the other girls at school permitted this and a lot more besides and she was anxious not to seem unsophisticated or childish about these things.
Some nights, Richard's hands had roamed even farther than usual and she had told him to stop, knowing that this was definitely a violation of the strict moral virtues her family had been pounding into her for so many years. Her mother particularly was something of a fanatic as far as religion was concerned and had always made it a point to send her to church every Sunday, rain or shine, and had warned her repeatedly about 'impure acts' without ever giving her daughter a concrete idea of precisely what she meant by this vague term.
Liquor was another evil thing as far as Jane's parents were concerned, and consequently the girl had never had too much to do with it until the night of the senior prom when she and Richard had very definitely had too much punch to drink. Afterwards, during their 'quiet chat' in the countryside, she had relaxed in the soft cushioned back seat of the big luxurious car, her head pleasantly spinning with whiskey, and allowed her boyfriend to excite her with long penetrating kisses and gradually unzip the back of her dress and unfasten the snap of her brassiere. She had told herself quite clearly that this was evil, but in actual fact, the thing had been too tight all evening and her heavy womanly breasts tumbled free of their restrictive confinement, making her sigh with real physical relief.
Capitalizing on her drunken confusion, her eager young boyfriend had placed his hands directly on the naked tender skin of her heavily rounded breasts, massaging the tiny brown nipples until they became hard and turgid, something which had never happened to her before. Other strange things were going on at the same time, and Jane had shifted uneasily on the smooth fabric of the back seat, feeling an unfamiliar tingling sensation begin to build up in the base of her stomach, no, it was even lower than that, it was down in the area between her legs and the tingling was causing her hips to shake back and forth as if she were trying to scratch and unusually persistant itch. She had been innocently deciding that it was the punch which was causing these strange reactions, when Richard had further complicated matters by lowering his head abruptly and fastening his greedy lips over one swollenly trembling nipple which he began to suck.
The sensation had been perfectly maddening, but the young girl had had no prior experience with this bold and direct kind of sexual excitement, and she was too alive to realize that she was becoming powerfully stimulated by all the depraved things her boyfriend was doing to her. She had tried to consider the matter logically, wondering how far she could afford to let him go before it would be necessary to tell him very sternly that he had to stop.
But while she was pondering the matter, Richard had escalated the situation by slipping his hand directly up under her long skirt, pushing the dress far up over her cream-like white thighs. The dazzled young girl had been so occupied with what he was doing with the highly sensitive bud-like nipples on her breasts that she had hardly noticed this new intrusion at first. Richard had made the most of his opportunity, plunging his obscenely probing fingers all the way past the tops of her nylon stockings and running his finger lasciviously over the surface of her panties, applying a lewd pressure to the tingling 'vee' of her virginal pussy.
"Oh no, Richard, please...." she had mumbled piteously, but the young athlete was now too powerfully aroused to remember his manners and he had pressed on with this indecent invasion, inserting his middle finger up underneath the elastic legband of her white cotton panties, and running it up into the soft moist pubic hair surrounding the tightly closed lips of her hitherto unpenetrated vagina. Accidentally, the tip of his marauding finger had then brushed against the tiny pink button of her clitoris and an electric shock had raced immediately through her sensitive inexperienced body, forcing a moan involuntarily from her lips.
"Oh, my God," she had gasped, unable to believe that this was actually happening to a nice girl like her. "This is ... is what married people do, Richard! We mustn't!"
But Richard had ignored her. His own knowledge of sex was limited to what he had heard in locker room discussions with the other male students, but he had realized that his girl was both fairly drunk and really stimulated, a situation worth pursuing. He had pushed harder, getting a few more fingers into the moist warm hair of her unresisting pussy and his middle finger had actually succeeded in penetrating past the quivering wet lips of her vagina. The obscenely impaled girl had wiggled desperately around on his hand, half wanting him to stop immediately, and half hoping he would go on like this forever, digging his sharp white teeth into the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts and stroking the glistening moistened nerve endings of her pulsating little clitoris with his finger until something happened to relieve the gnawing hungering sensation which was steadily building up inside of her trembling over excited young body.
The next sound she had heard was the metallic rasp of a zipper being opened and with a shock, she had realized that Richard was undoing the front of his pants. She had studied about the male reproductive organ in biology class, and had a vague idea of how it was supposed to work, but naturally, she had never seen one before and somehow she had decided that this would all be less sinful if she did not see one now.
She got her eyes closed just in time, but the lust-driven young athlete had had no intention of letting her off that easily. With his free arm, he had guided her shaking hand down to the hardness of his rigidly erected cock and wrapped her fingers firmly around the long heavy shaft. Jane's mind went into orbit. It had never occurred to her that a penis could be so large, so hard, so long! As she touched him, Richard had thrust his fingers even farther into her slowly expanding little vaginal hole, and for a moment, absolutely intensive pleasure had flooded her entire body, causing her instinctively to squeeze his penis. Without knowing exactly what she was doing or why, the young girl had begun to massage the thick leathery foreskin of his massive instrument, moving up and down firmly and forcing groan after groan to his lips.
The sexual thrills had started bombarding her intensively now and her staggered, alcohol numbed mind had been too full of pleasure to allow for rational thought; without thinking, she had slowly allowed her thighs to separate, relaxing the muscles in her finely tapered legs to give him even greater access to the mysteries of her moistly palpitating vagina. Jane had not understood precisely what was happening at the time, but the orgiastic juices from deep inside her over stimulated body were starting to flow and she could feel the moisture seeping slowly down between her legs and into the narrowly twisted aside crotchband of her panties, wetting his hand and her dress beneath.
Then, suddenly, Richard had lost control and tried to roll on top of her, slipping his knee in between her widely-spread legs and trying to thrust his lust-thickened cock into the narrow wet cuntal opening now occupied by his fingers. Instinctively, she had fought back, clawing at him like a cornered animal and twisting violently back and forth to avoid the menacing cudgel of his penis.
He had succeeded in forcing the blunt, blood-engorged tip of his cock up beneath the elastic fibre of her panties when unexpectedly it had all happened. Groaning as if he had been wounded, the hard bodied athlete had collapsed on top of her writhing and twisting young body and she had felt a steaming jet of hot sticky fluid spray into the warm tangle of her unprotected pubic hair, drenching the open vulnerable lips of her cunt and dripping obscenely down onto her dress.
And that had been the end of it. As if he were angry at something, Richard had pulled himself away from her, mumbling something about a 'cock teaser,' rapidly adjusting his clothing and peering apprehensively out the window to make sure they had not been observed. Whimpering with fear and unhappiness, Jane had used the hankie in her purse to wipe away the warm pungent cum from her nakedly exposed skin, and then struggled back into the confinement of her brassiere.
As soon as she was decent, Richard had hurled himself into the front seat and driven her rapidly home without saying another word. A few minutes later, she had found herself alone on the sidewalk in front of her house, wondering what all of his could possibly have meant.
* * *
"Oh, were you sleeping?"
"Uh? ... Oh, I guess I was just daydreaming," Jane stammered, blushing up to her ear lobes, as if the young ex-soldier next to her had somehow been able to read her mind.
"I just asked you if you'd done much traveling before," Dan continued, wondering what had brought on her sudden embarrassment and trying to get the conversation rolling again. By a stroke of sheer good fortune, he had found this gorgeous creature before the other men on campus had laid eyes on her, and he wanted to capitalize on his advantage while it lasted. Naturally he realized that this was not the kind of gal he could expect to take to bed after the first date. She looked distinctly on the innocent side, possibly even-horror of horrors-a virgin, and it would take a little of the flowers and candy treatment to bring her around. But unless this were a very exceptional campus, she was going to be the best looking woman at the university, and Dan knew he had to cement their relationship while he could.
"Yes," Jane finally got her wits together enough to answer his question. "Daddy and Mommy took me to Paris two years ago and Venice the year before that. But I really haven't seen too much of the United States. Have you traveled a lot?"
"Oh, I've knocked around the States enough," admitted Dan casually, making an effort to sound like a sophisticated man of the world. "And while I was stationed in Viet Nam, I got to see Hong Kong and spend a couple of days in Australia...."
"Oh, Viet Nam! How terrible! My daddy thinks the war is a good idea, but if you ask me, it's just miserable. You must have been very lonesome there."
Dan had no particular desire to tell war stories, his memories of the Orient being too fresh and too unpleasant to make for a good conversation.
"Well, I met a lot of good friends over there, but for female companionship, we were up a creek. The officers picked up all the Western girls and the troops had to make do with the pros."
"What's a pro?"
Dan looked at her for a moment to make sure she was not kidding him, but quickly realized that the girl was even more innocent than he had imagined.
"Prostitute," he explained nonchalantly. "Some of them had learned quite a lot of English in bed and I met one or two who had first class minds, as well as pretty interesting bodies."
"Oh, prostitutes," whispered Jane, shocked that such a nice young man would lower himself to associated with such terrible people, and feeling her blush return at the same time. "I've heard my father talking about them, although naturally we don't have any in my home town. He saw one once in New York city."
"Was she any good?"
"Oh no, I don't mean that he ... you know ... went with her or anything. He just saw her on the street," stumbled Jane, now more embarrassed than ever, but not wanting to appear like an unsophisticated hick in front of this obviously experienced young man. "Weren't you afraid ... you know ... of getting some kind of a disease ... by uh, spending your time with those girls?"
"Honey, you don't get syph from spending time with prostitutes, you get it by making love to them, and I did, but thanks to the wonders of pencillin, I was out of the woods in no time at all."
Jane was a little startled at the idea of sitting next to a man who had actually been in bed with a Vietnamese prostitute and suddenly she gazed at him and found herself imagining what he looked like naked, wondering if his 'thing' was as big as Richard's monstrous penis that she had held in her hand that night. She was instantly ashamed of this obscene thought and could feel her face turning the color of a fire truck.
"Hey, you look pretty when you blush," Dan kidded her. "If talking about prostitutes embarrasses you, we could talk about something else."
Now he's treating me like a child, Jane thought, angry at herself for having revealed her innocence.
"No, not in the slightest," she replied, giving him a little of her finishing school voice. "I assure you that I am quite sophisticated about these things. In fact, my friends all know how hard it is to shock me."
"Really," responded the ex-trooper, immediately deciding to pick up the challenge and knowing that some girls got turned on by a little rough talk. "I would say just from looking at you that you're a typical small town virgin."
"Why, how dare you say a thing like that!" she hissed at him, dreadfully afraid that the other passengers would overhear this lurid conversation.
"Well, are you?"
"Oh ... I'm not sure ... I mean, No! No, I mean Yes!" she babbled, realizing that she was making a perfect fool of herself. In actual fact, Jane was not toally sure in her own mind whether she could truthfully claim to be a virgin or not. The night of the 'incident' with Richard, he had been digging his fingers cruelly into her unused little cunt, and even though he had never quite succeeded in penetrating her with his rigid lust-hardened penis, there had been traces of blood on her legs when she had inspected herself in the bathroom that night, and she had been worrying ever since that he might have pierced the thin delicate membrane of her hymen with his cruelly invading fingers.
"Now, would you like to explain what all that was supposed to mean," Dan laughed, unable to believe that anyone as good looking and sexually desirable as Jane could possibly be uncertain about the exact status of her virginity.
"I've done a great deal of horseback riding," the embarrassed girl explained, avoiding his eyes and pulling away from him in the seat, having remembered just in time that girls who rode a lot sometimes lost their virginity naturally that way. "And anyway, I don't see how my virginity is any of your business!"
"No, I suppose it isn't honey, and I'm sorry if I pissed you ... I mean, if I offended you, but you know, the fact is, I'm a little worried about you."
"I see no reason why you should be! An hour's conversation doesn't make me your pirl friend!"
"I guess it doesn't, although I hope you'll give me the chance to work on that as well," Dan continued, looking at her seriously. "No, what worries me is the fact that you look a little innocent to be wandering around New Orleans alone. This is a big bad city, honey."
"Are you suggesting I'm not capable of looking after myself?
"Yeah, more or less," Dan admitted, lighting a cigarette and offering her one. The girl hesitated, then accepted his peace offering, leaning forward to allow him to light it for her. "Now, for example, if a guy offered you a cigarette and it was rolled by hand, would you take it?"
Jane considered. Her parents disapproved of her smoking, but they did it themselves and the girl had learned to enjoy an occasional puff.
"Yes, I suppose I would, if he were a nice boy who didn't keep asking me about my virginity. What difference does it make how it was rolled?"
"Jane, honey, have you ever learned about marijuana?"
"Of course! That's the drug hippies use and I hear it's harmless."
"Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't," Dan replied slowly. "The point is that it does funny things to your head. Now a guy who finds a chick as naive as you are is liable to slip you one and then try some funny stuff."
"Not a chance. I never go around with hippies."
"Okay, okay, have it your way," he finally conceded, seeing that further argument was useless. "But look, at least let me give you a telephone number in New Orleans where I can be reached. I'm staying near the campus at a friend's place and if you run into difficulties, you can give me a call and I'll come running."
"Just like the Texas Rangers!" retorted Jane sarcastically. "I assure you I'll be quite all right. There's nothing to be afraid of in a place like New Orleans."
But Dan jotted a telephone number on a slip of paper and stuffed it into her purse anyway. Too bad, he thought dejectedly. I always manage to put my foot in my mouth one way or another. She's built like a million dollars and that face would win beauty contests all by itself, but she hasn't learned which end is up yet and that's going to land her in trouble before long!
The two new freshmen chatted occasionally for the remainder of the trip, but the fun had gone out of their conversation somehow. It was night when they reached the train terminal in New Orleans, a dingy unpleasant place full of bums and suspicious looking characters lounging around on benches with apparently nothing to do. Dan took one look at the scene and found his worries immediately returning. Why the hell had she worn that miniskirt? Those long sleekly tapered legs would attract attention from every man in the station and somebody was dead sure to try something with her if she started walking around alone.
"Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, with an attempt at sounding casual.
"Oh, I'll be going right over to the university woman's dormitory," Jane assured him brightly. "Were you planning on calling to see whether I brushed my teeth before going to bed?"
"You'd better learn to read more accurately," he snapped. "It says in the catalog that the dorms don't open until the twentieth of the month, which is two days from now. What do you plan to do in the meantime?"
Jane was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to her that there would not be a warm cozy bed waiting for her at the university as soon as she arrived.
"In that case, I'll check into a hotel," she stammered, caught a little off guard.
"Look, why don't you let me take you over to my friend's pad. He and his girlfriend live in a big place on the edge of the campus and you can sleep in the bed they were saving for me. I can flop on the couch and...."
"Oh, no you don't," Jane reacted immediately. "That's exactly the sort of thing my parents warned me about."
"I'm glad they warned you about something," muttered the ex-soldier, but he said no more and helped the girl get her luggage down off the rack, watching the neat, smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks as he followed her off the train. As he placed the bags on the ground next to the track, having momentarily lost sight of Jane in the crowd, a small, seedy looking man in a weather beaten wrinkled suit approached with a sly lecherous grin.
"Hey buddy, like a girl for the night?" the stranger mumbled, looking furtively around him. "Your choice of the hottest babes in town!"
For a moment, Dan was tempted. It had been a long hot journey and talking to the voluptuous young coed had excited him considerably. But he rejected the idea anyway. For one thing, he had already decided that he was through with paying for it; secondly it would be a little sad to screw some tired old bag after he had been excited by someone as attractive as Jane.
"No ... no thanks, not tonight."
"In case you change your mind, address is 22 Peurgeot Avenue. Jest ask for Maxine. We get all the college crowd out there."
Dan nodded and forgot the address almost as soon as the little pimp disappeared from sight. Then he turned and found Jane at his elbow.
"Well, see you around the campus, as they say," she smiled at him, offering her hand.
"Yeah, see you in Biology IA. Remember, you promised to sit next to me. Hey, there's a cab for you!"
* * *
What a stroke of good fortune, Jane congratulated herself as she stepped into the back seat of the taxi. If I hadn't overheard that man giving Dan the address of a hotel where all the college kids go, I don't know what I'd have done.
"Where to, Miss?" inquired the taxi driver, greedily eyeing her lust-inciting figure through the rear view mirror.
"Maxine's," she told him brightly. "22 Peurgeot Avenue."
The taxi driver's jaw dropped open, but he wisely decided to say nothing. About time these college girls stopped giving it away for free, he thought savagely, and the cab roared off into the night.
CHAPTER TWO
One expects a woman who makes a career of running a brothel to look at least a little like a madam, but in fact, Maxine presented the appearance of being someone's grandmother rather than anything as sinister as the proprietress of a house of ill repute. As she sat talking with Travis, her combination bouncer and business manager, she looked positively saintly, her gentle white hair well combed and her slightly spreading matronly figure neatly covered by a sober black dress.
Travis, on the other hand, looked exactly like what he was: a man with a long criminal past who had spent most of the forty five years of his life pursuing all the vices of mankind and inventing a few of his own along the way. Enormously powerful, he towered at least a foot over the head of his dainty female boss, but seemed to respect her at least as an equal. With black busy eyebrows and a sports shirt left open in front to display his rippling chest muscles, Travis looked about as mean as he was.
"It's this immorality," he was complaining. "Why don't the churches get on the job and teach the people the difference between right and wrong?"
"Oh, it's a new age, Travis," agreed the pleasant looking old woman. "In the good old days, when a man needed some real fun in the sack, he had to come to us, because unmarried girls didn't do certain things and proper wives didn't behave like whores in bed with their husbands. But it's all changed, Travis. Nowadays, these kids have their first period and they head for a drug store to buy a bottle of birth control pills. And these wives! They sit around reading books on how to entertain a man in bed. No wonder the boys don't come to see us anymore. They're getting all the actions they can handle at home!"
"It's disgraceful," asserted Travis as Maxine nodded in agreement. "Morals are shot to hell. And these college girls are the worst of all."
"Ah, remember the good old days," reminisced the older woman nostalgically. "Remember Travis, on a Saturday night, how we used to get professors, important businessmen, real cultured people. Why I can recall when I wouldn't open the door to anyone who wasn't wearing a tie."
Travis leaned forward to pour another dash of whiskey into Maxine's teacup and then tilted the bottle back to take a long swig himself.
"Nowadays, we get nuttin' but perverts," he grumbled. "Them freaky guys with whips and chains and bullshit like that. And most of 'em are more ignorant than me, and that's sayin' something."
"Well, our girls are getting older," observed the white-haired woman. "That makes a difference too. Frenchie's been with us for fifteen years now and. Dulcie and Jessica over ten. Most men like something young and a little fresh, I'm afraid."
"And unwilling! Maxine, I'll tell you something, free sex is so available these days that a lot of guys only get turned on if they can take a gal who doesn't wanna. Maybe we could get one of the broads to pretend she's a white slave captive, or something."
The doorbell rang unexpectedly and the two jaded merchants of human flesh looked up at each other in surprise.
"That couldn't be a customer," commented Maxine dubiously. "Are any of the girls sober enough to work?"
"Yeah, but if they ain't, I'll send the John in to you," joked Travis, moving his massive body toward the door.
"Good evening, Sir," came Jane Holloway's light refined voice. "Is this Maxine's?"
For a second, the burly bouncer simply struggled to find his voice, his widened eyes roaming lustfully over the girl's splendidly formed young body. Finally, his mind boggling at the sight of her, he managed to croak out an answer.
"Might be. What can we do for you?"
"I'd like a room for the night," explained the girl brightly. "I heard that all the university crowd comes here."
Travis could not be considered an intelligent man by any means, but four decades in the underworld had made him as crafty and cunning as a forest animal. After a moment's hesitation, he understood that some kind of mistake was happening before his very eyes, and an instant later his mind was at work, planning ways he could turn the situation to some devious advantage.
"Why of course, Miss," he responded, stepping quickly outside to pick up the girl's two bulging suitcases. "Most, of the cultured folks in New Orleans come here 'cause our atmosphere is kinda extra refined. Would you step this way, please?"
Travis led the tall lithe blonde into the lobby, hoping desperately that one of the whores would not take it into her mind to wander into the room half naked just at that point.
"Who is it, Travis?" called Maxine from her office, her voice sounding sweet and grandmotherly as always. "Is it a John?"
Jane was frankly happy to hear a woman's voice because this ferocious looking man was frightening the daylights out of her. Of course he was obviously nothing more than a respectable hotel keeper, but he looked to her like a cross between a sex maniac and a gorilla, combining the worst features of both.
"No, Ma'am," Travis answered. "John called to say that he couldn't come this evening. It's a young lady from the university who needs a room for the night."
"Who...?" muttered the brothel keeper, coming to the door with her teacup in hand, but Travis sent her a warning glance before she could give the game away.
"Oh ... well, glad to have you, Miss," she said, her experienced eye skipping rapidly over Jane's voluptuously curved figure and the finely tapered legs only partially concealed by her inadequate miniskirt. "I think you'll find our ... uh ... accommodations modest but comfortable.
"Oh, I'm sure I will," answered Jane, looking a little dubious as she surveyed the worn furniture and cobwebs on the ceiling. Oh, it's all right, she was trying to reassure herself. I'm going to have to get used to roughing it if I expect to live on my budget. "Are there some other students staying here tonight?"
"Oh, the place is almost full," Travis assured her, winking covertly at Maxine. "Only they are all upstairs studying their Greek. You'll see 'em later on."
"Why don't we let the young lady relax on the couch for a moment, Mr. Travis?" suggested Maxine craftily, giving her assistant a glare. "While you and I decide which room is most suitable."
Jane seated herself uncertainly on the soiled sofa while the bouncer followed his boss into the main office, bracing himself for the bawling out he knew he was due to receive.
"And what on earth do you think you're doing!" she hissed at him the moment they were alone.
"Now calm down, Maxine," the big brute answered her. "I ain't doing nutting'. At least we kin make a couple of bucks by renting a room for the night. An' I got a couple of ideas, but I gotta do some thinkin' first."
"Travis, that little broad has got class written all over her," snapped the whore house owner. "We mess around with her and we could have troubles with the law."
"And who knows she's here?" countered the bouncer. "Nobody! Maxine, just leave everything to me."
And without waiting for permission, the bulky muscular man wheeled quickly out of the office before the older woman could think of any further objections.
"Right this way, young lady," Travis boomed, sweeping her bags up off the floor as if they were filled with feathers and then barging up a narrow, poorly lit flight of stairs. Jane followed, some of her fears returning as they left the sanctuary of the living room and the reassuring presence of the kindly white-haired woman.
Travis knew precisely where he was headed and he moved as fast as his legs would carry him, still fearful that one of his whores would choose precisely this moment to leave her room and ruin his charade. Fortunately for his evil intentions, however, he managed to sneak his unsuspecting victim into the 'special' room at the end of the corridor before she could see any evidence that this was not just another run down hotel. The room was 'special', since Maxine had had it specially built many years before, putting in sound proofing and a two-way mirror for patrons with rather peculiar tastes. In this room, a whore and her customer could make as much noise as they pleased without fear of being overheard. And to double the fun, others could watch without being seen themselves from a hidden compartment concealed behind the mirror. Many a sordid orgy had been staged in the 'special' room, and Travis was hoping that he could arrange at least one more.
"I think this will be real comfy, Miss," he announced, switching on a light and gesturing around the room.
Actually, Jane was pleasantly surprised. The rest of the hotel had seemed rather grimy, but this room was quite neat and pleasant. The bed was double and looked soft and inviting and the bathroom was surprisingly clean.
"I think this will do very nicely," she informed Travis with a smile. "There's more than enough room for me here." The inexperienced young girl was unsure whether she should offer the man a tip as she had seen her father do during their travels, but in any event, Travis did not seem immediately disposed to leave her alone, instead seating himself comfortably on a chair.
"Yes, this is our nicest room, I think," he commented, his deep gravelly voice resounding unnaturally in the soundproof room. "Most of the boys and girls from the college stay here at one time or another. A lot of 'em come to me for advice about their studies."
Jane found this difficult to believe, since Travis did not sound precisely like a man of profound learning, but she supposed that he had acquired a certain amount of rough wisdom in his life, and it was refreshing to know that he was concerned about the welfare of young people. It just goes to show you how people can't be judged by external appearances, she reminded herself, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs.
"Would you care for a cigarette?" offered the man, extending a pack in her direction. Jane nodded, deciding that a smoke would relax her before sleep and put it between her lips as Travis leaned forward with a match. The taste was strong and strange, unlike anything else she had ever smoked, and her eyes widened with surprise as she observed that the cigarette was hand rolled and remembered what Dan Wollinski had said on the train.
The bouncer followed her glance, his agile mind immediately ready with an explanation.
"Ya like 'em?" he said solicitously. "They're a special brand made by hand in Turkey. I got to like 'em when I was over there a few years back, working for the government."
"Oh, how fascinating it must have been!" answered the naive girl with a sigh of relief. The moment she had seen that the cigarette was manufactured by hand, she had immediately recalled Dan's warnings about marijuana, that drug that made you do silly things. But it was clear by now that Mr. Travis was not that kind of person and he was hardly the hippie type. And naturally, the kindly old woman downstairs would hardly permit any such goings on in her hotel.
"Ya like the taste?" asked Travis, inhaling deeply on his own cigarette and then blowing out a cloud of smoke into the room.
"Yes, it's different, but I rather enjoy it," Jane answered truthfully, starting to wish that he would go so that she could get her clothing off and relax. As if he were reading her mind, the big man rose to his feet, smiled at her in a friendly innocent fashion and reopened his cigarette box.
"Well, I'll be on my way and let you have your beauty sleep," he announced. "I see ya like my Turkish cigarettes, so I'll leave a couple ' more." Before she could say no, he dropped two more cigarettes on the night stand next to the bed and made his exit.
A very kind man, thought Jane dreamily, as she took another long drag on the cigarette, and felt a relaxing blissful sensation start to creep over her tired body. Taking another puff, she stretched languidly and then stood up to get undressed.
* * *
Travis kept the hinges on the compartment door well oiled and there was not a sound as he swung it open and stepped quickly inside. The two-way mirror was clear and the big man settled contentedly on a stool to watch the young blonde girl leisurely strip off her clothing, stopping every minute or so to take a deep drag on his 'Turkish' cigarette. To his enormous disappointment, Jane's back was turned towards him as she undressed and headed into the bathroom. There was the sound of water running and a moment later she emerged, wearing only a flimsy translucent nightie which more or less covered her firmly sensuous body from the tops of her heavily swelling, tantalizing breasts down to the fullness of her cream-white thighs.
Travis smiled evilly as he saw her climb up on the big double bed and light up the second cigarette, and he observed happily that a blank faraway look was drifting into the girl's blue eyes as the mind killing marijuana filtered into her bloodstream and began to affect her brain. Squirming down into a comfortable position, the deceived young coed allowed her body to fall back tiredly against the pillow and the short lace nightie snaked its way up over the soft brown triangular 'vee' of pussy hair in her groin, exciting Travis enormously as he viewed the thin pink hair-lined slit running between her slightly parted thighs.
But there was much, much more to look at, and the bouncer's eyes hungrily traced the smoothly flowing contours of her hips up to the gently heaving outlines of her large pendulous breasts inadequately concealed by the frail flimsy fabric of her nightie. Jane's breasts were unusually high-set and closely spaced, and the nipples protruded slightly, making Travis' cock stir anxiously in his pants with excitement and anticipation.
The hardened criminal had waited a long time for an opportunity like this! He hated these college girls anyway, hated them for being beautiful and young and free when he was mean looking, ageing and hunted by the police. He hated them because they gave their splendid lust-arousing bodies away to their hairy young boyfriends and not to him, and worst of all, they did it for free and college boys did not need to come to whore houses anymore, thus ruining his business.
But now his mouth was positively watering with the prospect of getting his teeth into the delicate little nipple-buds of the voluptuous kid who'd walked right into his trap, and biting them until she moaned in agony. He wanted to run his hard murderous hands lustfully over that pure young body, churning her up into a seething, writhing mass of over stimulated female flesh, and watching with sadistic delight as she pleaded for mercy beneath him. In his long lusty career, he had known many women, most of them whores or other criminals but nothing anywhere near as sweet and delectable as this young thing was going to be!
It would only be another few minutes. Those cigarettes were loaded with the most potent marijuana money could buy, which had then been treated with an opium base for extra kick. An inexperienced girl like this would be out cold in a matter of minutes, and then he could make his move. But the time seemed to pass slowly. Travis would not have believed it possible, but the girl was actually puffing her way placidly through the second cigarette already having absorbed enough of the vicious drug to stone an elephant.
But eventually the marijuana had its inevitable effect. Jane's eyes were still half open but her loose-jointed posture on the bed with arms outstretched and legs spread wildly apart told him clearly that he could now do whatever he wanted with her. Moving with cat-like caution, Travis let himself out of the hidden double mirror compartment and slipped through the corridor and into Jane's room. Standing silently at the foot of the bed, the brothel's bouncer gazed sadistically down at the helplessly drugged young female before him. She had passed out too quickly to have switched off the bedside lamp and in the soft light Travis viewed the interior flesh of her white tender thighs, gleaming seductively. Almost panting with lust, he feasted his bulging eyes on the softly curling golden hairs surrounding the vulnerable but tightly clasped lips of her unused little vagina, imagining the pleasures which were shortly to be his.
Travis, old boy, he addressed himself, this is going to be the best fucking of your life! You've never had anything quite like this before! From his vast criminal experience, Travis knew that a drugged woman could still react quite normally when a man was fucking into her, despite the fact that the victim was incapable of resisting or even understanding clearly what was happening to her. And in the morning, the whole sordid experience would seem to have been nothing more than a bad dream.
Except he added to himself, in the morning she'll have a belly full of Travis cum. What a gas it would be if she got pregnant! That would be something to try to explain to the doctor!
The erotic tension of the situation was goading the man's penis into a turgid state of lustfully quivering rigidity as he circled hungrily around the bed, reassuring himself that she was really out cold. Feeling the heavy blood-engorged head of his penis aching with urgent desire, he adjusted his pants to ease the pressure, noticing that tiny droplets of sticky seminal fluid were already oozing from the delicate swollen gland at the end, and he finally decided to make himself completely comfortable and open his fly.
He stood next to the bed, looking down with a deep sense of criminal satisfaction at the helpless young beauty who lay unconscious before him, carefully stimulating himself even more by massaging the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the long menacing shaft of his penis. What he held in his hand was all the 'culture' a real man needed in this rough lusty city he told himself, and once he had jammed it all the way up inside that innocent young cunt, her elegant finishing school accent would make no difference at all. She would moan and cry out just like any other tortured female, and a woman lying on her back with her thighs spread apart was no different from any other woman, educated or not.
Now, confident that he could do precisely what he wanted, this tough cruel whoremaster quickly dropped his clothing on the floor, fully exposing his hard turgid member which stuck out frighteningly from his groin like the gun on a battleship. As an afterthought, he locked the door securely from the inside, just in case Maxine started to get curious about what he was up to and decided to barge in on him.
Now everything was ready and he hovered over the big double bed, almost too excited to touch the obscenely sprawled girl for fear he would explode on the spot, spewing steaming hot spurts of milk-white cum all over her half naked young body. There was a whole exciting range of perverse and sordid possibilities available to him, so much to choose from that for a moment, the big man could not decide where to begin. He could simply stand there and continue to caress himself until he sent his sperm flying all over her lush soft breasts, the safest course, since this way there was not a chance in the world that she would ever realize what had happened to her. But the full bodied sensuous young woman seemed too far gone now to be aware of anything, and Travis wanted more than something to look at.
Yes, there were other choices, and he experimented mentally a little, wanting to choose the precise perversion which best suited his depraved mood at the moment. Those half opened ruby lips were attracting his attention now and he knelt cautiously on the bed next to her flowing blonde mane of long soft hair, moving his nakedly glistening body into position until the tip of his fully erected penis wavered only inches from her dimpled chin. He knew he was taking a chance on cumming before he wanted to, but the temptation was too great to be resisted. Thrusting his hips gently in the direction of her face, he rested the hard, thickly ridged underside of his cock directly in the valley formed by her two red lips, wiggling lasciviously back and forth as he toyed with her unsuspecting mouth. The lewd viscous pre-cum was still oozing slowly from his turgid gland, and her lips quickly became moist and lubricated as he slid his lust-bloated rod of flesh cautiously back and forth against them. The blonde girl moaned slightly in her restless sleep, and Travis delighted as he felt the heated air from her nostrils flowing gently over the surface of his turgid cock.
Goddamn, he thought in a mounting passion, it would be great to take her right now in the mouth! But he was not toally confident that the whole business could really be managed with an unconscious girl, and so he contented himself with experimenting a little farther with another lewd game. After all, he had not yet seen her really naked!
Moving slowly, he reached down with his one free hand and took hold of the hem of Jane's flimsy white nightie, tugging it carefully uppast the tender expanse of her belly and over the mountainous twin mounds of her heavy flaccid breasts until he could see every inch of her nakedly splendid young body. Nothing that had happened to Travis in his entire life had excited him as much as this girl at this moment.
And she was all his! He could do whatever he wanted with the girl because he could clearly see that she was beyond defending herself!
But Travis was not quite correct in his assessment of the situation. True, Jane was a long way from being in full possession of her mental facilities, but she was floating in a dream world somewhere between reality and slumber, not fully unconscious nor fully conscious. The marijuana had thoroughly warped her brain, playing tricks and games on her, and even in her dreams she realized she was somehow in bed with a man. Sometimes it was her old boyfriend, Richard, but at other times it seemed to be the young man she had encountered on the train, Dan. For some reason she did not clearly comprehend, it was perfectly all right for them to be in bed together and everything which had been forbidden in the past was now allowed.
"It's okay," she murmured sleepily, momentarily upsetting Travis. "Dan...." and her voice trailed off again as she drifted to a lower level of consciousness. It was a strange floating sensation and Jane somehow felt toally happy and comfortable. She was aware that her own lush, desire-arousing body was almost toally naked before this man, but for some peculiar reason none of this really bothered her. Her flesh was tingling like never before and she felt superbly drowsy and alive all at the same time.
There were hands on her bare, unprotected breasts but she was convinced that they were friendly hands and there was no reason to be afraid. A strange aching feeling was creeping slowly through her veins and the doped-up girl vaguely realized that she wanted something badly, but could not clearly decide what it was.
"Sorry I was mean ... on the train ... Dan," she whispered, half opening one eye and uselessly trying to focus on the bleary indistinct figure on the bed with her. There was a faintly pleasant buzzing sensation in her head which successfully blotted out any attempts at rational thought.
Ah, she thinks I'm somebody else, Travis laughed cruelly to himself. So much the better. So she was mean to Dan on the train, eh? Well I'll just take some revenge on Dan's behalf and he'll never be the worse for it!
As he mumbled mercilessly to himself, the sadist permitted his hands to roam lewdly over the maiden's helplessly vulnerable body, tweaking each of her tender brown little nipples into an excruciating state of hardness and grinning cruelly to himself as he watched them both pop obediently to life. Not satisfied by a long shot, he maneuvered around on all fours above her, massaging the softly yielding flesh of her belly with his hard muscular hands and then exploring down into the moist brown triangle of her pubic hair guarding the entrance to the ripe fleshy folds of her cunt.
Jane writhed with unconscious pleasure as his fingers brushed over sensation packed nerve endings in her tingling little clitoris, and Travis knew that he was finally starting to get to her in a big way.
Enough of this horsing around, he instructed himself. Let's get down to some serious business! And he crawled purposefully back down over her milk-white body and began pushing her relaxed and unresisting thighs gently apart, his eyes trained on the hair-covered 'vee' of her naked little pussy. The girl's lithe and lust inspiring form was now moving incessantly as his persistent pokes and prods aroused her more and more by the minute, and Travis grinned as he wormed his lewdly prying fingers through the rounded cream-like spheres of her buttocks and tormented the soft red hair-lined lips of her unused, inexperienced young vagina.
Her mind still wandering in the drugged mists of semi-consciousness, and her eyes still lightly closed, Jane was too stoned to wonder at the strangely powerful new emotions being provoked inside herself. All she wanted now was to give herself body and soul to this mysterious, faceless, nameless figure who hovered over her, and she rejoiced as she felt his harsh sweating palms against the delicate softness of her inner thighs pushing her legs farther and farther apart and opening her up to him like a flower.
The man's head descended slowly toward her gently trembling thighs and Jane's body jerked convulsively as his lips invaded the privacy of her pubic mound. His hotly slavering tongue speared forward like a lizard in flight as the brutal molester planted a noisy wet kiss on the palpitating flanges of her slowly opening cunt.
"Ohhhhhh," she groaned piteously, and Travis shot a worried look up over her heaving white breasts to her face, but the girl was still not conscious of precisely what was happening to her. Jane's hands crept down to her high-set, sensuous breasts and her fingers unconsciously continued to stroke the thickly swollen nipples, keeping them hard and erect while the big burly man burrowed in between her widely spread legs, his lips lapping away hungrily at the moist pink furrow of her loins as if he had completely lost his mind.
The criminally aroused girl began to thrash her head wildly from side to side, her hips jerking convulsively as his hotly searing tongue traced a lewd path up and down the full length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, occasionally forcing its depraved way into the elastic-rimmed opening of her palpitating little vagina. Then, farther down, the conscienceless man paused a moment to pay his lewd respects to the small circular opening of her pinkly clasping anus, bringing a special kind of agonized groan to her lips.
Travis was amazed at the speed with which this strange young blonde was becoming excited. She was obviously not a girl with a great deal of experience in bed, a fact he could easily deduce from the tightness of her vagina, but she was becoming more erotically aroused by the moment, and he realized that she was one of those women who are red-hot for sex without ever consciously realizing it. Once the marijuana had blunted the fine edge of her prudish morality, she became one hot little bitch and there were no two ways about it!
Nor had he ever expected to have a little fireball like this at his complete disposal. As he nosed his way through the sweet smelling little triangle of golden pussy hair for another merciless tongue-thrust up into the moist sanctuary of her defenseless vagina, he felt the orgiastic fluids from deep inside her lust-racked body starting to flow and realized that she was enjoying this as much as he was, unconscious or not. And she was too excited and too doped up to fight off anything he did to her now. The sky was the limit as far as this chick was concerned!
Her hands snaked down into his thick, black hair, and Travis felt the drugged young coed forcing his face even farther into the rapidly moistening mysteries of her freely flowing body as she groaned almost incessantly under the vicious tongue-lashing he was giving her. As he stuck his tongue directly into her tiny clasping pussy-hole, the man delightedly felt the smooth inner walls of her cunt contract with a definite sucking motion as if she wanted to seize it and drag it up inside of her. At the same time, the girl's long, finely tapered legs began to get into the act, slipping dexterously up around his neck and taking him prisoner as if she wanted to hold him there between her silk-soft thighs forever.
Every fibre in Jane's body seemed to be burning with some slow all-consuming flame and each time the wildly sucking man tongue-fucked into her, the muscles in her thighs reacted and her hips thrust back up against his face. Her legs splayed apart even farther, instinctively giving him the greatest possible access to the most private part of her body, and Travis played it for all it was worth. At last! He could not take another moment's delay. He had to have her, and now.
Breaking free of the death grip of her thighs, he slithered his eagerly tensed body up over hers, pausing only to bob his head down and nip teasingly at the flaccid yielding flesh around each turgid nipple until she groaned half-consciously for mercy. His long unsheathed dagger of male flesh moved in for the kill, and with one abrupt forward flicker of his hips, he brought the fat, blood-engorged tip of his cock into immediate contact with the openly quivering lips of her well-moistened cunt. Her thighs were spread as wide as humanly possible and the little wet furrow of her vagina seemed to be begging for it.
Travis could hardly suppress an unfeeling snicker as he contemplated what the deceived young coed would think the following morning when she surveyed her ravaged body in the mirror and wondered what on earth could possibly have happened to her. He would love to be there to see it, and in fact, he could be, thanks to the concealed compartment and the two-way mirror.
Jane's mind by this time was more fogged and confused than ever. She had no idea what was happening to her and she only knew that there was a terrible longing emptiness at the base of her stomach, a void which screamed to be filled at any cost. Her firmly rounded buttocks were grinding back and forth as if a steady stream of electric current were passing through it, and Travis had to struggle with her wildly contorting body just to hold her down on the bed. Then, reaching down between their tensely straining bodies with his hand, he guided the quivering shaft of his massively swollen cock directly into the target, running it up through the narrow valley of her buttocks and then posing it right at the eagerly seeping entrance to her vagina.
Jane felt him push, testing the elastic-rimmed tightness of her warmly throbbing little vagina. The man was big and his bludgeoning rod of flesh was too thick for the narrow aperture. Travis knew that he was going to have to fight his way in, but the sound proofed walls of the room would prevent her screams from being heard on the street. Taking a deep breath and steadying himself on all fours, he shoved forward up between her trembling milk-white thighs.
"Noooooh!" she screamed out as the man's lust-inflated cock forced its way past the tightly unwilling cuntal ring and buried its massive throbbing tip just inside the fragile fleshy walls of her cruelly stretched vagina. "Aaaaggggghhh!!!"
But there was no turning back for Travis now, and a little screaming did not bother him in the slightest. In fact, it increased his pleasure considerably and he shoved all the harder, deciding to finish the job of impaling her in one more quick lunge.
"Uggggh!" she gurgled in agony as he ploughed his way into her to the hilt, slamming up against her futilely writhing body until his balls slapped harshly against her unprotected little anus. The girl's long, splendidly formed legs were once again moving wildly, kicking out frantically on either side of his hard pillaging body as she struggled uselessly to escape this ferocious assault. But it was hopeless and had she not been completely knocked out on marijuana, she would have seen precisely how hopeless it was. Each agonized jerk of her brutally impaled body only served to insert his hard charging penis deeper into the warm moist softness of her cunt, and her piteous groans for mercy only stimulated the cruelly sadistic man to greater heights of depraved passion.
The drugged young coed's mind was thoroughly befuddled and she felt as if she were being split down the middle like a sacrificial lamb. The hard skewering rod of flesh seemed to be running all the way up inside her body, so deep that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat. Her dazzled mind made a few tentative attempts to orient itself, but the clouds of marijuana prevented her from thinking clearly for as much as an instant. In her private dream world, the kindly protective Dan Wollinski had just changed back into her cruelly smiling boyfriend Richard and she knew somehow that it would be a waste of time to beg him for mercy. He was punishing her for having cheated him that night in his father's car, and she deserved every bit of it.
Travis looked down on the girl's nakedly suffering body with triumphant joy, knowing that she had never been penetrated this deeply before, if she had ever been penetrated at all. If she had been a virgin ten minutes ago, she was no longer a virgin now, and he had surged into her with such speed and determination that he had hardly noticed whether his bull-dozing cock had swept away the fragile membrane of her virginity or not. It did not make much difference now, and he smiled cruelly as he listened to the tormented howls of pain whimpering from her open mouth, and watched her arms outstretched on the pillow in total surrender as she writhed nakedly beneath him, her lips bared back over her teeth in a tight grimace of agony.
Trying to excite himself even more, the cruel whoremaster raised his great muscle-hardened body up in the air and gazed down to the point where his inky black pubic hair meshed lewdly with her faint blonde fuzz, and his huge, lust-engorged cock disappeared up into the pinkly glistening flesh of her cunt. He held still for a moment, enjoying the scene and savoring this moment of animal conquest, wishing there had been someone else there to see how skillfully he had dominated this sleek-bodied, heavy-breasted princess from another world.
Jane was still thoroughly lost in her private universe of drug-ridden fantasy, but one thing was real and concrete to her; there was a man's long hard penis completely embedded in her formerly unpenetrated young vagina and she could feel every ridge and indentation in the long punishing rod. It wormed inside of her like some horrendous species of animal with its head nestled snugly against the delicate tip of her cervix and at the other end, she could feel the ridiculous tickle of his sperm-bloated testicles as they danced lewdly in the narrow moist crevice of her buttocks. It had become part of her now and somehow the pain seemed to be slowly receding. She had wanted so desperately to be filled, filled at any cost, and now she was empty no longer!
The change in her body was slightly, almost unnoticeable, but Travis had been in a lot of beds in his time and the big man had grown sensitive to the moods of his sex partners. Experimentally, he flexed his organ, bringing a soft whimper to her lips, but not the sullen cry of anguish he had expected. It was working, he told himself triumphantly. The lust-stimulating marijuana had done the trick again. This little girl was already balancing precariously on the tightrope between agony and ecstasy!
He flexed his penis deep within her steaming cuntal flesh, withdrawing himself an inch or two and then worming his way back in to his original position. Her eyes remained tightly shut, but no sound of pain issued now from between her sensually parted lips. Yes, it was time for him to go to work!
Still moving slowly and cautiously, Travis retreated until the heavy bulbous tip of his cock was left just inside her moist tender pussy-hole, and then ploughed smoothly forward, and the groan which involuntarily escaped from her lips told him clearly that she was no longer in any condition to object to anything he chose to do to her from now on. Her blonde beautiful head was lolling from side' to side on the soft whiteness of the pillow, and at the same moment, Travis could feel the soft regular undulations of her hips as the rhythm of his strokes communicated itself to her love starved body.
Despite the continuing fog in her brain, Jane herself was partially conscious of the fact that her body was coming to life. The pain had departed now, replaced by a soft excruciating tingle which started somewhere deep down inside of her cock-stuffed belly and spread inexorably out through the rippling tissues of her cunt into the milk-white flesh of her widely-spread thighs. The strange, all pervasive sensation worked its way up along her backbone until the unbearable stimulation arrived at the lewdly swaying twin peaks of her breasts, making her tiny brown nipples stand out even more strongly than before.
Travis looked down upon her with unconcealed delight as he felt her hips begin to rotate lustfully from side to side and the tiny contracting muscles of her vagina start to nibble hungrily at the lust-inflated head of his long stiffened penis. Every time the man surged brutally up into her, the widely dilated lips of her hair-lined pink pussy slit seemed to cling to the blood-filled thickness of his cock, disappearing up inside of her as he skewered forward. On the backstroke, the frail pink cuntal tissue seemed to cling to the thick blue-veined skin of his penis as if the girl was reluctant to let him go.
And her body movements were becoming fiercer and more frantic by the moment as her sexual tension increased. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as if they had been lovers for a year, and the flat smooth plane of her stomach slapped into his slightly protuberant belly as she bucked beneath him like an untamed filly. She was straining to cum, he realized, struggling like a madwoman for sexual release in the arms of a man she did not know and had never seen before!
Travis found this bizarre situation extraordinarily stimulating and he grinned as he heard the lewd wet sluicing sound coming from between their two desperately straining bodies. Her knees were lifted high up off the bed now with the soles of her feet planted flat on the mattress and her head jammed cruelly up against the headboard of the bed. In her drug-dazzled mind, her lover had once again become the kind considerate young man she had met that day on the train, and she cried to him with all her heart as the inexorable spasm began to sweep over her, tossing her tormented body like a ship swamped by a tidal wave.
"Ahhhh!!!!!" she sang to him. "Dan ... Dan ... it's happening to me! I'm cumming!"
Travis nearly went out of his mind as she gurgled out this wildly erotic orgasm, running her sharp fingernails across the broad muscular expanse of his back and sucking voraciously on his tongue. The bouncer tried to hold back and prolong his own pleasure, but the pressure was too intensive for his incredibly excited cock to sustain. As her legs entwined around his lustfully pumping buttocks pulling him even farther up into the secret recesses of her womb, the white-hot heat and tension built up impossibly high in his wildly swinging balls as they beat a crazy tempo against the unprotected crevice of her buttocks.
"You little whore!" he mumbled as the hot sticky cum poured irresistibly out of him. Jane felt the head of his cock suddenly begin to swell and throb as if it were in the process of exploding, and then came the moment of release which both of them had instinctively been praying for. Like white-hot lava from an erupting volcano, his molten male cum stormed into her body, ricocheting around the grasping inner walls of her cunt as he creamed endlessly into her.
When the orgasm had finally ended, Travis lifted himself up on both his arms, a foolish grin on his face, expecting to find her eyes open and looking at him with fear. Instead, she gave every indication of having gone immediately to sleep. All the years of repressed sexual tension finally released, Jane had succumbed finally to the pervasive effect of the marijuana she'd smoked and passed out cold.
"Sleep tight, little college girl," he told her unconscious form as he slowly removed his gradually deflating penis from her overworked little cunt, "because I got big plans for you tomorrow!"
* * *
Jane awoke slowly like a patient coming out of the ether after an operation, becoming gradually conscious of her surroundings. Yes, it was the same room and somehow she saw that she had managed to fall asleep with the light still lit. Her body felt as bruised and battered as if she had gone fifteen rounds in the ring with a heavyweight boxer, and she did not feel particularly rested or refreshed, even though her watch informed her that she had slept for eight full hours.
When she got her sleepy eyes all the way open, however, the real surprise awaited her. The flimsy shortie nightie she had worn to bed had somehow been ripped off her body and thrown on the floor! She had spent the entire night spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a baby and without so much as a sheet to protect her from the night air. Fortunately the room had been warm or she might have caught a serious chill.
Alarmed, Jane pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed and snuggled into the soft spacious mattress, noticing as she did so that portions of the sheet below her were stained for some reason. The whole situation perplexed her. As she moved, there was a dull ache between her legs, as if her period was beginning or she had just spent a particularly long afternoon on horseback. What did all of this mean?
Then she remembered the dream. What madness, yes, it all came back to her now, she had had this hopelessly erotic dream about being in bed and making love to the boy named Dan whom she had met on the train coming to New Orleans. A shiver ran through her nakedly battered body as she trembled beneath the covers recalling that dream. The things she had permitted him to do to her! Naturally, since it had been a dream, all those perversely wicked things had come from deep within her own subconscious. There must be a streak of evil down deep inside of her, she decided, which only comes out while I'm sleeping!
Yes, it made sense. Jane had had erotic dreams before, particularly after an evening in the back seat of Richard's father's car, although nothing as wild as this! They had always been fleeting, barely-remembered fragments, nothing as solid and realistic as this dream had been.
In fright, Jane crossed her hand protectively across the two fearfully heaving mounds of her breasts, and gave a cry of unexpected pain. Her nipples were painfully bruised! One hand shot down between her legs and she produced another alarmed yelp. There were sensitive black and blue marks on the soft white skin of her thighs! And worse of all-she blushed even to think the thought-her maidenly little vagina felt as if the Russian Army had marched through it all night long! What did this mean?
One thing was sure, this had been no ordinary dream. From the looks of things, she could only guess that she had suffered some kind of sexual blackout which must also have involved ... she hardly could bring herself to admit it, but the evidence of her naked body was too clear to be denied ... since she had been alone in the room last night, she could only have done these things to herself. And it was time to stop using nice words for it. She had masturbated, masturbated wildly and there was no other explanation!
A feeling of bitter shame swept over the girl and she remembered all the vague lectures she had received from her mother about purity and wholesomeness. So this is what she had been talking about! Jane tried to reassure herself by thinking logically that the depraved act had been involuntary and therefore was not sinful, but an intense feeling of guilt stayed doggedly with her and would not go away.
It must have been the train ride, she decided. I got myself overtired and overexcited and then all that dirty talk about prostitutes with Dan ... She suddenly realized that it had been Dan Wollinski's image she had embraced with such violent passion the previous night. God, how could she ever face him again?
Well, there was no point in spending the whole day morbidly dwelling on the dreadful thing which had happened to her. She had learned something profoundly frightening about herself, that was for sure, and she could think of no way of being positive that it would not happen again, but it was futile to sit around worrying about it hour after hour.
One thing was certain, however. It would be a good idea to get out of this hotel. Her room was clean and pleasant, but the total silence was already starting to get on her nerves. She noticed that she could hear nothing from the outside: no footsteps in the hall, or trucks passing or birds singing. It was nine o'clock in the morning and all around her there was the total silence of an undiscovered tomb. It was eerie and a little bit frightening.
There was something strange about Maxine's, she decided. For one thing, she had noticed in the taxi that the 'hotel' was a long way from the university district, in a distinctly run down quarter of the city. And the more she thought about Mr. Travis, the manager, the less likely it seemed that troubled students would bring their problems to someone like him, or that the US Government would send him on a mission to Turkey. She could not put her finger precisely on what it was that troubled her about the place, but she felt distinctly uneasy here and the sooner she checked in at the university, the happier she would be.
The first order of business was a hot bath. There was a strange dried white stuff all over her legs and she plunged joyously into a tub of hot water and scrubbed until her body sparkled with cleanliness. Then she dressed quickly, re-packed and headed for the door.
Which was locked.
* * *
Maxine was sitting in an attractive flowered housecoat with her well groomed white hair in curlers, her sweet grandmotherly face in a tight smile as she listened to her good friend Travis recount his nocturnal adventures.
"So this proves what I been saying all along," he asserted.
"I'm still worried, Travis dear. Suppose her father starts searching for her?"
"Look, we can sit her down and make her write two letters, one to the university saying that she ain't coming, and one to her father telling him that she's already registered and havin' a ball. That way nobody worries."
"And you really think she'll bring the customers in?"
"Maxine, you been running a whorehouse for forty years now and you still don't know nuttin about men," complained the bouncer eagerly. "First, this girl is the best looking piece of tail I seen in a dog's age, and anybody in their right mind'd give his eye teeth to stick their cock into her. On top of that, she's got real class. I mean she talks nice and acts like a real high class broad."
"And she doesn't want to have anything to do with an establishment like ours," pointed out Maxine, sipping a little French cognac from her habitual teacup.
"And that's just what makes it perfect. These guys are tired of the kind of broad who just flops on her back and spreads her knees. That little gal upstairs is gonna fight like a wildcat and the John'll have to slap her around first if he wants to get any action out of her."
"And you think this will stimulate our customers?"
"Wait a minute, you ain't heard the half of it," proclaimed the sadistic whorehouse attendant. "This chick is real screwed up in the head because she really wants it worse than a bird wants worms. Once you get inside of her and start fucking around, she turns on like a clock radio. Man, you shoulda seen the sparks fly last night when I was riding her. What a wildcat!"
"Travis, you're a knuckle-head, but you just may have something here," conceded the madam, starting to be convinced. "But what's her body like? No John is going to spend good money on some flat chested little college girl even if she can talk fancy and wiggle her hips."
"Maxine, you gotta see for yourself. Come on, we'll go have a talk with the little lady and have an official inspection."
* * *
Jane jumped as the door burst open without warning, but she recovered with surprising quickness and turned on her tormentors with real indignation.
"What's the meaning of this?" she stormed, knowing now that something underhanded was going on. "Why was that door locked?"
"See what I mean," said Travis, turning to Maxine and behaving precisely as if she were not there. "A real hell cat and she used good grammar too."
"Yes, she's a nice looking young lady as well. I didn't get a good look at her last night, but now I see what you mean. Are her tits real or is she wearing falsies?"
"Nah, that's all her," affirmed Travis excitedly, stepping forward and adroitly squeezing one of Jane's high full breasts before the girl had a chance to dodge away. "You, take off yer clothes and let Maxine get a good look at ya'."
"I'll do nothing of the kind...." Jane began spiritedly, but the man's big hand came suddenly out of nowhere and caught her full on the side of the face, sending her sprawling across the bed.
"Do what I tells you, bitch!" he growled at her menacingly, but the gentle lady corrected her assistant sharply for this breech of good manners.
"No, Travis, I really must ask that you cease that sort of thing at once. You know I do not tolerate violence in my presence."
"Ah. I'm sorry, Maxine. Would you like to step out of the room while I beat her up?"
"No, not in this case, because I think that this young lady will listen to reason. But in the future, if you find it necessary to use force, I would prefer that you employ that whip in the cabinet. The sting is quite adequate and, as you know, it leaves no marks. Our customers would not appreciate finding ugly bruised or black and blue marks on this charming young body."
"I insist...." Jan began again, bewildered by all that was happening to her, but her eyes followed Travis' movements as he obediently went to the cabinet on the wall, unlocked it, and extracted a cruel looking leather whip which he brandished in her face. Stunned, she fell silent and Maxine continued in her school teacher's voice.
"Now, as you see, young lady, we are in a position to give orders and expect obedience, so you will do what you are told. I would like to see you naked please."
"No!"
"Excellent," commented the madam. "She is very high spirited. The customers will certainly enjoy overcoming that kind of resistance. Travis, please strike her moderately hard on the backs of her legs."
Jane backed away in terror as the zealous goon moved forward, but he had her neatly trapped between the bed and the wall and there was no escape. With a sickening hiss, the whip sailed through the air and connected painfully with the soft flesh on the backs of her knees.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed hoarsely, trying to scramble over the bed while Travis hit her again as she struggled away from him, this time creasing the backs of her milk-white thighs just below the twin half-moons of her desirable young buttocks.
Her cheeks smeared with tears, the girl realized that she had very little choice in the matter. Either she obeyed these two monsters or they would cut her to ribbons with that whip, and the intensely painful smarting on her legs informed her clearly that her courage had melted as far as the lash was concerned. Never in her entire life having known the slightest physical discomfort, she was discovering that she was not as brave as she thought she was. Travis moved menacingly in her direction again, and her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse.
"Oh please...." she mumbled in fear and confusion. "Why?"
"Never mind the questions," snapped the brothel keeper a little acidly. "You have twenty seconds to get naked or Travis will use the whip again. You see how much he enjoys it."
There was no longer any question about complying with their demands. Frightened out of her mind, the tall lush blonde rapidly undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it off her smooth cream-white shoulders. The miniskirt dropped to the floor next, revealing her long tapered legs. Glancing at the pair nervously, Jane fumbled with the snap on her brassiere and released the proud twin mounds of her full womanly breasts. Around her brown pointed nipples, the marks Travis had left on her the night before were still visible and Maxine grinned sadistically at the sight. Jane kept hoping they would say that they had seen enough and tell her to stop, but Travis gestured with the whip at her frail white cotton panties and Jane, blushing with shame and humiliation, bent from the waist and slipped them off, baring the battered and bruised region of her vagina to the cruel eyes which were trained upon her.
"Travis, I believe this time you have found us a gold mine," commented Maxine, walking around the nakedly shivering girl and examining her from all angles with the critical eye of an expert. "She looks like a model from one of those men's magazines you've always got your nose in. She'll do very nicely!"
"Wha ... what are you going to do with me?" quavered Jane unhappily, finding her tongue at last.
Instead of snapping at her, Maxine smiled pleasantly for a change, patting one of the girl's large, lust-inciting breasts as she spoke.
"You, my dear, will be priveleged to fulfill your true function as a woman," she explained with a kindly expression on her sweet old face. "Alas, I am too old and men no longer desire me. But you will drive them bananas!"
"My function ... I don't understand."
"These college girls ain't too bright," observed Travis with scorn. "We gonna send some guys in here and you gotta fuck 'em. That clear enough for ya'?"
It was. Her cheeks reddening into a deeper blush, Jane's eyes burned with indignation.
"Never!" she spat back at them, finding her courage at last. " I would never do such a thing!"
"That's perfect," commented Maxine happily, glancing at her cohort. "See how her eyes flash."
"Yeah, she's gonna be great," agreed the whorehouse strongman. "We're gonna get rich with this little broad."
"I absolutely will not cooperate!" Jane shouted, a little perplexed at their reactions. "I demand that you release me immediately or I will call the police."
To Jane's utter consternation, this seemed to be precisely the way they wanted her to act, since the two brothel operators smiled at each other knowingly as Travis began to gather up the girl's discarded clothing and stuff it into her suitcase.
"Don't you understand?" she pleaded with them, totally confused by their attitude. "I'm not a prostitute. I ... I'm still a virgin!"
After all that had happened, Jane was not totally sure that this was the strict scientific fact of the matter, but she calculated that they would hardly be in a position to dispute her. Unfortunately, her claim simply produced another round of raucous laughter.
"Sure you are, baby," sneered Travis. "Hey listen, did you have any strange dreams last night?"
At these words, the girl's mind really went into a tail spin. So it had not been her imagination! Something actually had happened the previous night!
"I ... I don't understand," she said, burying her face in her hands as she stood nakedly before them.
"Baby, you were great!" Travis proclaimed crudely. "About the best fuck I ever had, and probably the best you've ever had too, although I'd like to know some more about this guy Dan you kept talking about."
Utterly demolished, the girl sank back on the bed, cowering beneath her two heartless tormentors while they poured a steady stream of harsh mocking laughter upon her.
"Didn't your mommy ever tell you about taking funny looking cigarettes from strangers?" Travis continued to rub it in. "Here's the rest of the pack, baby, you're gonna need 'em."
It was nearly an hour before Jane Holloway got ahold of herself and was able to think clearly. Walking naked around the small room, she tried her best to review the situation in her mind. Escape seemed to be impossible. The massive wooden door was locked securely from the outside and anyway Travis had taken away her suitcase and all her clothing, leaving only her cosmetics case and the pack of marijuana cigarettes which were still lying at the foot of the bed.
Gradually, it all became clear to her. They were going to prostitute her! They were going to send men into this room, strange unknown men, who could do what they liked with her nakedly defenseless body.
A knock came at the door and the startled girl snatched up a blanket off the bed and covered herself as Travis entered carrying a tray.
"You better get some breakfast, honey, because your work day is about due to begin. First time in many a year that we've had customers in here before noon, but when we told 'em about you, the line started forming!"
Travis still carried the whip stuck in his belt, but Jane felt a little more self-confident with the blanket wrapped around her and she made one last attempt to climb up on her high horse.
"Mr. Travis," she began coolly. "I must inform you one last time that what you are proposing is quite impossible. I intend to defend my honor with all the strength in my body and each and every one of your so called customers will have a real fight on his hands if he tries to touch me. I realize that I can be beaten into some kind of submission, but surely that won't be much fun for your customers."
"That's what's gonna make it perfect, baby," the lewd brothel manager replied with a satisfied smile. "The guys who are gonna come walking in her like nuttin' better than a little fight before they do their stuff. It kinda gets 'em excited, understand? Everybody's tired of the kinda broad who just lays there and spreads her legs. You fight all you want, honey, and Travis'll get rich!"
With this unfeeling pronouncement, he laid the tray at the foot of the bed and left, carefully relocking the door behind him. Jane sat down in a daze, now having a whole new set of facts to consider. So they wanted her to resist! It was part of their plan that she should go down fighting!
There were two fried eggs, toast and rich black coffee on the tray and Jane wisely decided that she should take at least this much advice from Travis and eat a hearty breakfast. God only knew what kind of horrors were going to come walking through that door in a matter of minutes and she could defend herself better on a full stomach.
She thought as she munched on the eggs, trying to consider every aspect of the problem. Travis was obviously a man who liked girls better if they had to be taken by force, and it was only logical to assume that there must be many other men like him in the world. Strange that her parents had never mentioned this kind of thing, but then the young girl was starting to discover that there were quite a few unpleasant facts in this world which her mother and father had neglected to explain.
So what was the best strategy for resistance? Even without the whip, Travis could easily overpower her any time he wished, and she had to assume that the kind of man who liked to bully girls would not be the ninety seven pound weakling type. Probably they would all be able to beat her into obedience quite easily and putting up a battle with each one of them would mean more fun for them and more pain for her. Somehow she had to ruin their pleasure so they would let her go. But how?
The answer was ridiculously simple. She must not resist, not in the slightest. She must lie there utterly passive, and spoil their depraved lewd enjoyment.
But somehow, she sensed in the back of her head that she would never be able to do it that way. Even wanting to put up no resistance, she realized that the rigid moral training she had received as a child was far too strong. She would fight back whether she wanted to or not. And the customers would cheerfully beat her black and blue, fling her tormented naked body around on this very bed and ravish her with even greater delight. She would be playing into their hands one way or another. If she only had sleeping pills or something to knock herself out with! If she could only avoid being conscious when it happened!
Jane finished her breakfast and drained the cup of coffee, surprised that her appetite was as good as it was, considering the terrible situation she was in. Settling back on the bed to do some more thinking, she found herself vaguely wishing for a cigarette. She could have asked Travis to....
Suddenly, her glance fell on the doped cigarettes he had scornfully left for her and she remembered what the marijuana had scornfully left for her and she remembered what the marijuana had done to her poor dazzled mind the night before. Of course, smoking dope was a very wicked thing to do, something only hippies and moral degenerates indulged in, but in a situation like this, one had to chose the least of all available evils. If she could smoke enough to dull her brain, to deaden her sensibilities ... it had worked last night!
* * *
Jane puffed furiously on the cigarette, trying desperately to draw the strong harsh smoke down into her lungs where it would give her the maximum effect. Her legs tucked under her and covered with a blanket, the girl's ripely swelling breasts were quivering with real terror as she struggled to drug away her consciousness before her first 'visitor' presented himself. Her mind was racked with images of the terrible things which she understood were going to happen to her. Strange dirty men who liked to torture women would come and lay their hard hands upon her nakedly defenseless body, skewering into her heartlessly and brutally, unmindful of her screams for mercy.
She had to get high! Sucking furiously on the cigarette and longing for the deadening sensation of the marijuana, she lit a second cigarette before the first was quite finished, and had just inhaled as deeply as she could when the door slid silently open.
Oh God, I'm not out yet, she groaned to herself. I'm still wide awake! Why isn't this stuff working?
"Okay, and if you find she's more than you can handle, don't hesitate to use the whip," Travis was telling her first customer as he stepped into the room. "But try not to mark her too badly. We've got a whole string of other clients to think about and she has to be kept in reasonably good shape for awhile at least."
"Okay, chief," commented a short stout muscular man as he followed Travis into the room. "I won't damage the merchandise. Hot damn! She looks like she might be worth that outrageous price you're asking. See y' later."
Travis grunted and disappeared, locking the door securely behind him while the newcomer walked slowly toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he came, his dark malicious eyes gleaming with anticipated pleasure. Jane watched him approach, sucking wildly on the cigarette and wondering what she should do. Perhaps she could somehow confide in this man, explain the situation and convince him to help her escape. It seemed unlikely, but at this point, anything was worth a try.
"Sir, if you could listen to me a moment," she began hesitantly, but she fell immediately silent as he sadistically waved the whip in her face.
"Don't like chatty dames," he informed her brutally. "Shut yer trap and spread yer legs."
Jane cowered under the blanket while the man placidly continued undressing and she failed to repress a gasp as he lowered a soiled pair of undershorts, revealing a heavy fat belly and beneath that, a short thick cock which dangled limply between his hairy thighs. He approached the bed and violently yanked the blanket away from her and the terrorized girl took one last frantic drag on the cigarette before it was knocked out of her hand and the man was on top of her.
Pinning her roughly to the bed, his hard calloused hands roamed lustfully over her struggling naked body, squeezing her tiny brown nipples until they hardened involuntarily beneath his fingers and digging with the other hand into the light soft pubic hair between her fearfully convulsing legs. Jane struggled futilely, trying to push his hard muscular arms away and wiggle off the bed, but he was easily twenty times too strong for her and laughed harshly at her ridiculous attempts to escape. His huge fat chest shaking with laughter, he played with her like a child plays with a helpless kitten, turning her this way and that and examining her splendidly vulnerable body from all angles.
Suddenly Jane let herself go completely limp and in this moment of relaxation, the frail bodied woman discovered that the marijuana had worked after all, but not quite the way she had expected. Instead of putting her to sleep, the drug was electrifying every fibre in her body and each time this rough unfeeling man touched her, he set off a whole chain reaction of tiny pleasure sensations which raced through her abused flesh like a thousand miniature needles.
Instead of drifting peacefully off to sleep, she was turning on more violently every minute! Her body felt like a forest of dry trees with a fire raging wildly out of control, her mind gallantly fighting a hopelessly losing battle for survival. Jane lay immobile for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to regain control over her own drug-weakened flesh, but moaning as the cooling air swept over the exposed little button of her clitoris. The muscles in her smoothly molded thighs flexed and unflexed convulsively and the high proud peaks of her breasts rose and fell rapidly with every panting breath.
The man was enjoying himself enormously, perfectly unaware of the raging mental conflict going on inside the young blonde girl's tortured brain. That creep Travis had told him that this was a kidnapped college girl who was being held here against her will, but he was not about to swallow a story like that. She was a whore, just like any other whore, but after all, it was really the act which counted and this gal was putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar. He had never seen a woman turn on so quickly and so violently in his life, but it made not the slightest difference to him whether she managed to enjoy herself or just pretended. He was having a ball, and that was all that counted!
And he decided not to wait a moment longer to experience the real thing. Pushing her unresisting thighs farther apart with the calloused palms of his hands, he levered up over her like an avenging angel, his short broad cock dangling between his legs like the proverbial sword of Damocles. The bed sagged as the cruel visitor crawled into position up between her widespread legs and Jane began to feel within herself that same irrational hungering emptiness she had known the night before. There was an enormous need throbbing down there between her widely-spread thighs, a hole which was now suddenly screaming to be filled at any cost.
Travis and Maxine were gone and forgotten now. What she needed now was a cock, a man's cock and she needed it badly. Her mind was repelled and horrified by the man's fat corpulent body but he was all that was available and he would have to do. Panting with sudden desperate lust, she arched her hips up to meet him, spreading her legs out obscenely on either side of her. The visitor, needing no further invitation, unexpectedly released his arms and allowed his heavy body to crash down into hers, knocking all the wind out of her and flicking his hips forward at the same time in an effort to penetrate her in one clear cut movement. He missed, his fat stubby penis stabbing blindly between the entrancingly undulating half-moons of her buttocks and challenging the unprotected nether entrance to her virginal little anus. But it was not this he wanted and while she groaned with angry frustration, he reached down under his stomach and used his fingers to guide the throbbing blood-engorged head of his cock directly into her desperately waiting cunt, worming immediately into her as far as he could go with one powerful thrust. His lewdly swinging balls slammed obscenely against the defenselessly upthrust surface of her buttocks and the man groaned with satisfaction as he sank into her as far as he was meant to go.
But it was not far enough! Thinking he was not yet all of the way in, the drugged girl wiggled her hips wildly, trying to force him farther up into her half-empty hungering cunt, and then sobbed with the horrid realization that he had already given her all that he had to give.
"Oh ... please ... go deeper," she urged him, a hot furious blush spreading quickly over her cheeks as she listened to herself utter these shamefully obscene words, hardly able to believe that this was she, Jane Holloway, the well raised and proper young lady who had spoken them. But it was all true! A sense of wild frustration and intense disappointment was spreading rapidly through her over-stimulated body. She had prepared herself emotionally and physically to be cruelly violated, raped, penetrated, unconsciously believing that this man would be able to do with her body what Travis had done the night before. Without realizing it, she had been looking forward to having pleasure forced upon her!
And now the pleasure was being denied and the full-breasted, voluptuous young blonde found herself groaning piteously with a strange warped combination of unfulfilled lust and bitter, humiliating shame.
But her first customer was definitely trying to do his best. Worming his tongue expertly down into her openly panting mouth, he attempted to make up for his frustrating lack of cock length with a surplus of energy, pistoning his short blood-filled cock into her nakedly writhing body with all the lustful energy in his thick heavy body. It helped a little, and Jane felt her body grow warm again as she labored frantically beneath him, her mind still spinning like a buzz saw from the effects of the marijuana. A few more minutes, she was telling herself in her drug-induced daze, if he can keep it up for another few minutes....
But he could not, unfortunately, and the girl felt his inadequate instrument stiffen suddenly within her warmly clasping cuntal depths, and listened as the customer let out a long, soul-strickened moan of pure pleasure, grunting while the white-hot liquid sperm flowed copiously out into the tortured recesses of her frantically clasping little cunt.
Jane's body churned wildly in a last ditch effort to cum, but the effort was destined to be in vain. She had been only inches away from ecstasy, but an inch is as good as a mile and she sobbed in disappointment as she felt the man's useless cock slowly deflate and slip out of her still unfulfilled body. The customer was perfectly aware that he had failed her, but the situation did not bother him much. Travis had tried to convince him that this gal was a prisoner of some kind, but as far as he was concerned, she was just another whore, albeit a good deal better looking than the average. And whether or not she enjoyed herself in bed with him was a matter of complete indifference as far as he was concerned. She was just lucky that he had not used the whip on her!
He smiled at her sadistically as he climbed briskly into his pants, but the unusual new prostitute had snapped her eyes shut and rolled over on her side, her nakedly splendid body now racked with tortured sobs. Whatever her problem was, it was not his, and the visitor whistled contentedly as he walked out the door.
The marijuana was really starting to hit her now and Jane could feel her head spinning insanely despite her persistent attempts to decide what to do next. She knew that she ought to be planning her escape, or trying to devise some way out of this dismal sex slavery, but somehow the canabis-swamped brain cells in her head refused to function properly and her mind was alive with weird erotic thoughts and fantasies, sordid depraved dreams she could not control! The room was comfortably warm, but her unclothed body was shivering with unsatisfied burning lust which she could not forget or ignore, no matter how hard she tried.
The hunger was driving her mad, and with a shock at her obscene thoughts, realized that she desperately wanted another man! Anyone at all would do, just as long as he were male and able to do the job she needed done. Oh hurry, she pleaded inside her fogged up brain. Don't make me wait like this!
"Don't take all day, professor," Travis was saying to someone at the door, " 'cause there's a line down there and they ain't got all day. If she gives you too hard a time, bang on the door and we'll send up a couple of guys to sit on her while you do your stuff. Ah, here's the whip. Might come in handy."
"If you'd be so kind as to disappear, my good man," replied Jane's next customer. "I am quite capable of managing this kind of thing for myself."
The newcomer was well into his sixties and looked as if he might actually be a professor of some kind, and for a moment, Jane was caught in a confused horrible moment of indecision. From the sound of his voice when he dismissed Travis, he had seemed like an educated, well established person, the type who could be reasoned with, even if he had lowered himself to visit a house of ill repute. On the other hand, her lithe tender body was still burning with that same slow all consuming flame of lust and, yielding to the terrible temptation, she decided to let him satisfy her first, and if she succeeded in pleasing him as well, he might then be well disposed towards helping her escape.
She tried to speak, but for some reason no words came out so she simply lay doubled up with her knees drawn up against the full fleshy mounds of her high-set young breasts and her hands covering her face as the old man slowly approached the bed. He was wasting no time, however, and by the time he reached her, he was as naked as she was, the curly white hair on his chest contrasting sharply with the youthful muscle tone of his body. He was in good shape for his age, and his long shriveled cock dangled obscenely between his legs, getting harder and firmer with every passing second.
The 'professor' was beside himself with delight. Normally, he had to content himself with the tired fat creatures he could find on the street, but it had been years or even decades since he had had a 'pupil' this young and succulent to play with. Without any further ceremony, he climbed agilely up on the bed, throwing one skinny leg over her so that he straddled her stomach, looking down at her drugged, lust-contorted face with the gleaming eyes of a maniac.
Like himself, his aging cock was well past retirement age, but the old timer had managed to keep both of them fairly active in recent years, and the ancient instrument sprang into life as his bony old hands rudely caressed her fully ripened breasts.
The deadly narcotic in Jane's dazed mind made the room seem to whirl like a merry-go-round and she flopped on her back and gripped the edges of the mattress tightly with her hands as if she were in danger of sliding off onto the floor. What is he waiting for, she cried to herself, shivering with fear and anticipation, and desperately wanting this ancient creature to come skewering into her aching belly and fill that quavering emptiness inside of her for once and for all with his rigidly throbbing cock.
But the man seemed unusually preoccupied with her brown pointy nipples, as he inched farther and farther up on her sensually squirming torso until his long wrinkled penis lay in the delicate valley between her two mountainous breasts, using his hands to tweak and twist her tiny turgid nipples until she thought she was going to go clear out of her mind.
The girl was horribly confused, but the 'professor' knew precisely what he wanted of this voluptuous, full figured young beauty and he put one hand on each of her heavy sensuous breasts and pushed them firmly together, trapping his lustfully jerking hardness in between them.
"Oh please...." she begged, too far under the influence of the marijuana even to feel shame for what she was saying. "Not like that. Do it the regular way!"
But if her client hears what she was saying, he gave no sign of it and his maniacal grin simply grew wider as he began to rock back and forth on top of her, sliding his long, blue-veined cock in and out of the narrow valley he had artificially created with the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts.
"No ... no ... do it to me!" she pleaded, thrashing her head back and forth as she tried desperately to clear her drug-fogged brain. The old man ignored her, thrusting his lust-engorged cock frantically back and forth between her tightly pressed breasts. Despite her confused condition, Jane could feel the smooth bulbous tip of his penis growing larger and firmer as it pummeled the delicate milk-white skin of her breasts, appearing high on her chest and then disappearing again like a snake scuttling back into its hole.
The 'professor' was panting with exertion, but there was no question of his giving up now. He was almost there and Jane gasped and turned her head with horror as she felt her nakedly vulnerable chest and neck being sprayed with the hot sticky cum from his aged instrument. The thick viscous sperm flowed over her soft cream-white shoulders and down onto the sheet, and the old timer disengaged from her as quickly as he had come. The next thing she knew, he was placidly putting on his shoes at the foot of the bed, cheerfully whistling to himself.
"Please, I'm being held a prisoner here," Jane managed to stammer, pulling the blanket up over her naked cum soaked breasts. "Can you help me? Please? You could call the police!"
If the old man even heard her, he gave no indication of it and adjusted his clothing in the mirror one last time before tapping the door with his cane to be released. It was hopeless! None of these people were going to help her. If they went to the police on her behalf, they would only be exposing themselves to the possibility of arrest.
The tormented young girl groaned in agony, realizing that she was getting nowhere, and for a moment she felt like weeping with despair. There was only one way out of this misery and as soon as the 'professor' disappeared out the door, she lunged for the pack of drugged cigarettes on the night stand next to the bed. If she could smoke her way into oblivion, then the matter would be out of her hands. At the moment, she was still rational enough to think, and as long as she could think, she could understand what was happening to her and feel shamed and degraded as a result. Her lust-ridden body was going to betray her anyway, that much was clear, but it would all be much easier if she did not know what was going on around her.
She managed to get another cigarette lit, her hands shaking badly, just before Travis marched into the room accompanied by a half-dozen other men.
"Enjoy your little cigarette break," he grinned at her with false kindness, "because now your work is really going to begin."
"What ... what are you going to do?" she quavered, seizing the opportunity to drag as deeply as possible on the marijuana cigarette, bombarding her lungs with the mind killing, lust-inciting narcotic smoke.
"Just another customer," Travis shrugged, winking at the other men in the room. "But this one is a little bit special and so I brought the boys in to enjoy the show."
"Oh, I can't," she stammered. "Not with everyone watching ... please don't make it worse than it already is."
"Now, now," Travis smiled with mock sympathy. "A gal with all you have to offer shouldn't be ashamed to let these fine gentlemen see what they've paid good money for. And besides, you're going to get to know them all very, very well before the afternoon is over, so there's no reason to get shy on us now, is there?"
Jane tried her best to ignore them all and concentrate on the central task of knocking herself out completely. If she could somehow become unconscious, they could do what they liked with her poor tormented body and it would be nothing more than a bad dream when she awoke. They could even hurt her if they wanted to, because the pain was no longer important. What she had to avoid was the disgrace and humiliation of being ravaged in the middle of a crowded roomful of lusting depraved men. God only knew what they had -lined up for her now.
But unfortunately, the marijuana was only doing half the job; instead of rendering her unconscious, it was merely exciting her sexual appetite to an uncontrollable level. She was playing their game perfectly, whether she knew it or not!
"Come on, Sammy," Travis was calling to someone in the hallway. Jane tried to cover her nakedness with the cum soaked sheet and got one last desperate puff on the cigarette before her startled eyes caught sight of a huge shadowy figure stooping to get through the doorway, and the tortured, doped-up girl looked up in horror to meet her next lover, her eyes, widening with sudden desperate fear.
He was the largest man she had ever seen, at least seven feet tall with a thick ponderous body. His face seemed pleasant and open, but from the good-natured teasing way the other men treated him, it was clear that her client was not as bright as he might be. All his strength was in his massive muscular body with nothing left over for his brain, and Jane saw simple minded lust come into his blank eyes as he surveyed her inadequately covered figure. The other men in the room sent up a chorus of depraved laughter and fell to work denuding the half-witted giant, stripping him in a matter of seconds and then stepping back to admire this fantastic figure of a man.
And Jane looked too, much as she wanted to shut her eyes and die right there on the spot. Sammy was already sexually excited and his rigidly bobbing cock stuck out rock-hard in front of him, grotesquely long and menacing. It looked to the helplessly trembling girl on the bed to be the size of a baseball bat and the thick bulbous head of his uncircumcised cock seemed to be at least two inches in diameter.
It's a vision, Jane found herself thinking in an agony of fear. This is something the marijuana is doing to my head. It can't be true. He'll kill me!
But Sammy stepped cheerfully up to the bed, an untroubled smile on his idiot's face as the crowd of men clustered around him, all anxious to see this incredibly lurid spectacle. Jane slowly inched away from the monster as he approached the bed, and she heard Travis' voice issuing a terse order:
"Get her boys! Hold her down there!"
Instantly the terrorized young blonde felt herself surrounded by men and hard demanding hands seized her arms and legs, pulling her spread-eagled onto her back. Her fragile pink pussy slit was quickly exposed to the full view of every man in the room and the group feasted its lewd gaze on the moistly palpitating tangle of golden curls between her widely-spread struggling legs. A couple of the men got ahead of the game, stealing a quick pinch of her fully exposed breasts or stroking the soft inner flesh of her vainly lurching thighs as they pinned her helpless figure to the mattress.
Jane's normally attractive face was contorted with panic as the feeble minded giant climbed onto the bed between her widely outstretched legs, looking down at her like a starving man gazes at a seven course meal. The whole flat plane of her naked pussy was open and vulnerable to him, offered up to his perverted lusts like some weird oriental sacrifice, and the boy grinned idiotically at her, stroking his immensely thickened cock with his hands to bring the powerful organ up to its full state of turgid hardness.
Try as she might, the agonized young girl found it impossible to close her eyes and fade off into the unconsciousness she had worked so hard to attain. Instead, her horrified gaze was locked on the man's lewdly swaying penis, looming menacingly a few short inches from the soft moist slit of her womanhood.
"Give it a little kiss, Sammy," suggested a voice from the crowd.
"Yeah, let's see that tongue of yours go to work," agreed another.
The moron obeyed instantly, apparently more interested in putting on a good show for his friends than in appeasing his own powerful lusts. With an abrupt motion of his hair-covered body, his head dropped quickly between her finely tapered legs, his lips closing into the delicate sensitive flesh between her legs. Slowly and torturously, his tongue began to explore the mysteries of her wide-held loins, lashing over mercilessly the young fleshy lips of her slowly clasping vagina and tormenting the tiny pink button of her clitoris until he forced a groan of pure misery from the girl's open mouth.
Not satisfied, he jammed two fingers into her already battered cunt, cruelly spreading the fluttering hair-covered lips of her vagina before removing them and returning again to the attack with his tongue. Jane gritted her teeth, trying in vain to will away the overwhelming storm of forbidden sensations which were shooting wildly around her helplessly tortured young body. Once again, her human nature was about to betray her and she could feel it coming a long way off, no matter what she tried to do to hold herself in check.
The giant's tongue was rapidly reducing her to a quivering mass of trembling desiring flesh, and the marijuana she had smoked earlier was helping him and not her! As his lips coarsed furiously over the defenseless cuntal flesh around her tiny clasping little vaginal hole, the same hungering desire came floating back over her. His tongue was just not going to do the job alone, and she wanted the real thing inside of her. No matter how much she struggled against the lewd erotic thoughts which pounded through her drug-racked brain, she knew with absolute conviction that she was sliding off the brink again.
She tried with all the strength in her body to hold on to her sanity, but the obscene tongue-fucking she was receiving at the hands of this empty headed monster was too intense. Acting without instructions from her fogged-up brain, the' girl's mouth suddenly began to babble:
"Oh please ... come up inside of me," she groaned, starting to use the words she had heard Travis say. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me with your cock!"
The idiotic giant was accustomed to obeying orders and it was difficult to imagine a command more inviting than that. Grinning, he lifted his lips from the sweet tasting orgiastic moisture of her cunt and crawled remorselessly forward over her writhing body, pausing momentarily to bite the high swollen mounds of her breasts as he worked his way up the length of her nakedly squirming torso. Meanwhile, Jane's hips were gyrating wildly in frantic search for the monstrous pole which she knew in her heart was too large for her frail inexperienced body to accept. He was going to rip her to pieces, she knew, and somehow in her drug-induced madness, she wanted the pain and the torment, irrationally believing that she deserved to be punished for her sins.
And the punishment was not long in coming! With an evil flick of his loins, the giant skewered the blood-filled tip of his cock forward, searching for her undersized opening and finding it almost immediately. He angled for position, feeling the heavy murderous tip of his pole penetrating past the pinkly moistening lips of her vagina and gliding into her until it encountered the fragile elastic ring of her cuntal flesh. He pushed, trying to break past the resisting barrier, and thunderbolts of pain shot through her overwrought body. She screamed, flinging her head wildly to one side in anguish.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!"
But she was destined to be ignored. This was precisely why Maxine had gone to the trouble of installing sound proofing and there was no danger that the girl's agonized screams could be heard on the street where they might catch the attention of a curious neighbor or a passing policeman.
The half-witted man was in no mood to wait until she had recovered and he thrust eagerly forward again, forcing the thick broad tip of his blunt ended cock another few inches up into her vainly resisting cuntal depths. She screamed again, louder this time, and the harsh restraining hands on her body pressed harder to hold her down fast to the bed as she bucked and struggled to escape.
How she regretted her reckless desire of a few minutes before to be punished for her sins! Now she was being punished good and proper and it was more than she could handle. His penis was too large by half, she realized, and she could never accept all of it into her tender vaginal flesh. It would split her open like tissue paper and she would be destroyed for life, assuming she lived through this ruinous experience.
But Sammy hardly cared what was happening to her. In his limited mind, he was only aware that he had never in his life felt anything as soft and wet as this pretty girl's cunt he was stabbing into and the sooner he was all of the way in, the happier he would be. He pushed again and again, inching his torturous way forward up between the tightly restrained writhings of her legs, and ignoring her impassioned pleas for mercy, while the cruel motley crowd of men who surrounded her bed of pain carefully watched her face, waiting for the first signs of acceptance or at least surrender.
Jane was only dimly aware of their presence, only half-feeling their lewd hands pawing her breasts and flanks and half-hearing them make rude comments to one another as they watched this obscene drama unfolding right before them.
"Come on, Sammy," she dimly heard Travis urge. "You got another three inches more to go, boy. Get with it, 'cause we ain't got all night."
Before these words could register on the girl's marijuana-dazzled mind, the subnormal youth obeyed, using all the power in his enormous haunches to slam brutally forward, his cock pushing tiny ripples of stubbornly resistant cuntal flesh along with it as he rolled into her with one strong inexorable movement, burying the remaining three inches of his long thick cock into the softly accepting moistness of her outraged young cunt.
Jane's body almost flew off the bed as his heavily swinging balls crashed audibly into the unprotected cheeks of her buttocks and she felt as though a giant boa constrictor had crawled up inside of her, crushing all the internal organs of her body and filling her so that she could barely breathe. His penis seemed to fill her all the way up to the back of her throat, and for a few minutes the sensation was neither pain nor pleasure but a combination of both so intense that she could hardly decide which was greater.
Despite his limited intelligence, the man held still for a moment, allowing the helplessly pinned girl to adjust to the presence of his enormous penis in her nakedly skewered belly. The room was silent with anticipation and all eyes were on her. If she passed out now, their fun would be ruined. Gently, Sammy flexed his penis, bringing a low tormented moan to her parted lips, but when he flexed a second time, she merely whimpered, showing that the cruelly-stretched flesh of her cock-stuffed cunt was gradually adjusting to this massive invasion.
There were expressions of amazement in the room as the group of lusty men commented crudely and obscenely on the fantastic stretching capability of the female sexual organ. No one had really believed that Sammy would have been able to penetrate that tiny, almost virginal opening, but he had done it and the girl was still in one piece. Slowly, the giant began to revolve his hips, trying to increase the suffering aperture enough to give him some room to maneuver, and Jane muttered in discomfort as she felt the already-stretched muscles in her cunt being called upon to expand even farther.
Meanwhile, the men in the tiny room were quickly going out of their skulls with lustful anticipation. Travis kept slapping at their hands and shouting at them to stop, but they were fast slipping out from under his control and Jane's tormentedly heaving body was now tormented from a dozen different directions at once. One man was crouched in between Sammy's legs, sticking his hand underneath her buttocks to attack the tiny nether ring of her anus, testing the strength of the hairless brown little hole with his probing middle finger. Another man had fastened his teeth around the soft yielding flesh of her left breast and was sucking madly on her throbbingly turgid nipple. But Sammy ignored them all, concentrating all of his limited brain power on the job immediately ahead of him, his hips already beginning to fall into a slow in and out fucking motion.
The pain was gradually fading and Jane felt an insane feeling of happiness flood through her marijuana stunned body. She could not really think in the usual sense of the word, and reduced to animal feeling, she was unhappy while something was hurting her and joyful when something gave her pleasure. It was as simple as that! Moral issues no longer counted.
Her mind was slowly dropping to a lower level of consciousness and her hips reacted by gyrating in tiny lewd little circles in obscene rhythm with the merciless probings of Sammy's lust-driven cock.
"Yes, yes, yes," she began to croon mindlessly. "Fuck me like that...." Like a fish swimming downstream through the rapids, she squirmed in new found joyful sensuality through the dozen lewd hands all obscenely mauling her body as the men around her excited themselves into an insane frenzy of sexual lust.
"That's right, don't stop!" she pleaded, her finishing school accent sounding a little ridiculous in this depraved situation. But she was on her way at last, and her jubilant body heaved and spun as her hunger grew more intense and insatiable by the moment. She was building inexorably toward her climax, a powerful orgasm which no one could take away from her. Another minute, another few strokes and she would be home at last, freed from the gnawing merciless need she had been feeling deep down in the freely flowing depths of her stomach.
She snaked her hands down to the man's buttocks, urging him to pound into her harder and faster, but unexpectedly, the youth began to slip and the wild fear ran through her mind that she might be cheated again.
"No, please, don't stop!" she begged for it, but the moment was already upon them and nothing could stop it now. Sammy's moronic eyes rolled back in his head and his huge sperm-bloated testicles began to discharge their white milky burden into the yearning cuntal recesses of her badly deprived body. Her nakedly wide-split cunt ground desperately up into him with fantastic energy, but he was holding still now, creaming endlessly into her with every muscle in his long massive body strained and tense, and her movements only hastened the end of him and not for her. His penis was already becoming soft and useless and the oversized idiot rolled off of her with a satisfied sigh, drained of his enthusiasm for any more hard work. And she was left with a pool of sticky white cum between her legs where his semen had dripped obscenely out of her overly drenched cunt and down onto the mattress below. After three customers, she was virtually bathed in cum, but no closer to the goal she was craving for with all her lust-stricken heart and soul.
But there was no time for reflection, even if her narcotic-filled mind had been capable of thinking rational thoughts. All hell was breaking out around her and the room was filled with Travis' harsh shouts as he tried to reestablish order among the over excited group of clients. Most of them had stripped away their clothing by now, all hoping to be next in line. Several men climbed on the bed simultaneously, wrestling with one another in their haste to plow into her willing, well lubricated cunt. There were men's bodies all over her and Jane closed her eyes and gave up trying to keep track of them all, not particularly caring any more who won, so long as someone came shooting into her belly as soon as possible.
It was a cock she wanted, nothing more. The cock did not need a face or a personality attached to it, so long as it was hard and straight and thickly swollen and capable of doing the job she needed done.
A man seemed to have fought his way into the saddle and the girl raised her hips to receive him like a blessing. She never did manage to distinguish his face, but his long thick penis was excited and hard and he drove right into her without a moment's foreplay or preparation.
He had no sooner started when the long denied release hit her with the full force of a tidal wave breaking across the beach and sweeping everything away with it. Joy, pure, solid, unmistakable joy flooded over her face as the man began to spew endlessly into her, adding his own little offering of cum to the flood which had already been deposited there by the others in that long lewd morning. As the orgasm swept over her passion-contorted body, she wallowed gloriously in a sea of cum and a forest of cocks and for awhile, the no longer innocent young girl floated off into her own private dream world, losing track of the riotous confusion going on all around her.
When she bobbed to the surface again, she had been rolled over on her stomach, her legs stretched unnaturally far apart, and a different man was shooting off from behind up into her cum-drenched, totally satisfied little cunt. Travis was shouting directions, acting like the air controller at a busy airport as men crawled over her battered and abused young body like ants. She was conscious enough to enjoy the man behind her, even though she could not see his face, but she could feel the blunt heavy end of his penis stuck rudely in the dripping wet crevice of her cunt. He slammed forward again, pushing her roughtly up a few inches on the bed until her face was at the edge of the mattress, and the dazzled young blonde felt another pair of hands seize her head in a savage death grip and turn her face towards him.
The man was standing next to the bed with his rigidly erected cock thrust crudely in the girl's face and lying alongside her cheek. Even when perfectly normal, Jane would not have understood precisely what he was up to, and in her dazed confused condition, she was totally perplexed, since the man seemed to be rubbing the broad oozing head of his penis across the trembling delicate surface of her lips. This struck her as strange and she opened her mouth to utter a protest.
It was a fatal move. With lightning speed, the unknown man shoved forward, thrusting his fully extended member into the moist dark sanctuary of her mouth before she could get her wits together and snap her teeth defensively shut. She was impaled at both ends and the man in front of her began to saw viciously in and out of her face as if her mouth were simply another cunt for him to violate as he wished. Jane gagged at the pulsating hugeness in her throat, as the man sank his blood-swollen cock up into her mouth almost to the hilt and his balls slapping obscenely against her delicate skin with every blood-thirsty lunge. Struggling to breathe, Jane had no time to adjust to this depraved new invasion since another man seized one outstretched hand and fastened her fingers tightly around his cock while someone else was tormenting the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks. She was surrounded by men, all doing their best at once to use her nakedly defenseless body for their own peculiar pleasures.
It was a real orgy, but Jane had ceased to care very much about the indignities being heaped upon her vulnerable flesh. In fact, it was the very helplessness of her position which was beginning to excite her powerfully. She was being fucked brutally back and forth between two total strangers whose faces she had not even seen and whose names she did not know, and the whole idea began to excite her enormously.
For some perverse reason which she could not explain or identify, she wanted to be used like this, and the worse, the better!
Slowly, the tall blonde girl began to react again, her buttocks undulating backwards with increasing speed while she experimented with the man's penis which she held in her mouth. Under normal circumstances, the whole idea of sucking a man's penis would have repelled her, but in this marijuana-inspired madness, she let her tongue wash slowly over the bluntly jabbing instrument, tasting it with curiosity.
The inexorable hunger in her belly was starting to rise again like the tide on a windy night, and once again the girl seemed to be falling into a kind of sexual trance where she was all body and no mind. Viciously, she sucked on the unknown man's lust-hardened cock, her tongue licking wildly as the blood-engorged tip slashed furiously in and out between her tightly ovaled lips. In her confusion, she somehow understood that she had to suck him until he came, using her tongue and her lips until he reached his shattering orgasm inside the unnatural cavity of her mouth.
"Here it comes, baby, and I wanna see that Adam's apple go up and down!" she heard him order from somewhere above her and his prediction came true a second later, from both ends.
The man who had been savagely pummeling her over worked cunt from behind suddenly gave a low pleasure-groan and the girl tightened her buttocks as she felt his cock grow larger and more rigid deep inside her and then begin spewing its white-hot load of cum into her widely dilated cunt. Her body jerked convulsively as he fucked into her, and in the same terrible moment, she instinctively increased the pressure of her lips on the man who was violating her mouth and his cock exploded furiously in response, sending a torrent of steaming white cum into the warmly receptive depths of her throat. Her cheeks bellowed out like a balloon as the lewd male cum filled her mouth, but she remembered his stern instructions and struggled not to lose a drop of the precious lust-inspiring liquid, gulping it down as the wildly ejaculating organ spurted against the roof of her mouth. He pulled his limp, deflating penis free of her cum-coated lips as she swallowed the last of the pungent fluid and another man immediately took his place.
Things became confused after that and Jane lost track of who was fucking her or where. Orgasms followed one after another and often she would explode with ecstasy the moment a man entered her battered and bruised young body. The men were coming back for seconds soon and when the marijuana finally caught up with her, she slowly passed out, thinking as she felt her drugged consciousness slipping away from her that she had touched the absolute bottom of the barrel at last and would have nothing more to fear from this day forward since there was no place to go from here but up.
CHAPTER THREE
Dan had tried to give up using vulgar words when he got out of the army, but unfortunately there was only one word in the English language which adequately described how he felt at the moment: shitty! A couple of things had gone right since his arrival at the university, that much could not be denied. He had, for example, begun work on all his courses and gotten a head start on the required reading for the term. His professors were all very interesting people and the lectures were sometimes fascinating and he could already tell that he was not going to encounter too much difficulty in getting top grades.
But he still felt depressed. After leaving Jane Holloway at the train station that night, he had gone immediately to the apartment of his friends Bob and Alice who were living together in a comfortable spacious apartment just off campus. They had invited him to stay permanently, using the spare bedroom, but after a couple of days, he had decided to leave and get a room in the men's dormitory. For one thing, Alice bore a striking resemblance to Jane, and every time he looked at his friend's wife, she got him thinking about the girl he had met on the train and this kept him in a continual state of depression. He had checked with the registrar's office, asking for the address of a freshman girl student named Jane Holloway, and had been informed that there was no such person registered at the university, and this had really thrown him into a tailspin.
What the hell had become of her? Had she been lying to him that afternoon on the train, merely pretending to be an incoming student? If so, why would anyone bother to do such a thing? And if she had not been lying, what on earth had happened to her? People don't just disappear! Yes, as a matter-of-fact, in places like New Orlenas, people disappear quite regularly, he reminded himself, and it was this end of it that worried Dan particularly. If he only had not let her wander off on her own that night!
There was nothing to be done, of course. He had considered going to the police, but immediately recognized that this was foolish. More likely than not, they would laugh him out of the police station, and if the girl had really disappeared, her family and the university would all be looking for her. There was really nothing he could do.
Except sit around and moan over her, which is precisely what he had spent a whole week doing. Really, she had been the nicest looking girl he had ever seen, and they could be having a real ball here together. Instead, he was sharing a room with two stupid mugs, Ned Jenkins and Frank Hanley, both rich kids who were freshmen students like himself, but naturally a few years younger since neither of them had done their military service yet, and probably wouldn't since they could both afford to stay in school until they were over the draft age.
They were both about equally loud and vulgar, exactly the same kind of jerks Dan had learned to dislike in the Army. They spent most of their evenings out carousing and drinking instead of studying, and then barged into their dorm room drunk as a pair of skunks around three o'clock in the morning waking him up while he was trying to get a few hours sack time before an eight o'clock class. The rest of the time, they talked about "screwing" girls in the most vulgar possible fashion, and in general, did everything they could think of to irritate the "old-timer" (as they called him) who shared their room.
And now the weekend was coming up. Two whole days of nothingness staring him in the face! Two days of putting up with Ned and Frank and their empty-headed conversation about broads and booze. Of course, Bob and Alice were away for the weekend and he had a standing invitation to use their place, plus a key, so he could go there whenever he wanted to, but somehow the idea of spending Friday night in an empty apartment depressed him even more.
Ned was snoring noisily on the couch and Dan Wollinski looked at him balefully. The young man stayed up virtually all night every night, banging in and out and disturbing his sleep, and then made up for it by sleeping all day himself and complaining bitterly every time Dan snapped his ball-point pen. Frank was out someplace, lining up dates for the night, and Dan longed for the moment when the two of them would take off for their evening's entertainment and leave him alone with his melancholy.
Damn! He thought angrily. If things had worked out properly, he could be headed out for an evening on the town with Jane on his arm. Maybe, if their romance had prospered, the two of them could have set up housekeeping together with Bob and Alice, who had, in fact, suggested that he find himself a girl and move in with them to share expenses.
He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and groaned internally, knowing that this was Frank coming back to get his partner for their evening's adventures. Now there would be two hours of commotion while the two of them shaved, changed their clothes, bragged about the sex they were going to get tonight, and finally disappeared to drink themselves into a stupor.
"Hail, good brethren!" proclaimed Frank coming through the door with his customary crash. "Rejoice, my brothers, for I bring tidings of great joy which shall be ours on this very eve."
"You'll have to excuse him," explained Ned, looking up sleepily from his couch. "He's taking that course in Shakespeare and it's starting to get to him."
"Rise, comrades from your beds of pain. You have nothing to lose but your rocks!"
"What is he talking about?" grumbled Dan, in no mood to listen to Frank's nonsense.
"He's telling us we're going to get laid, I think," suggested Ned. "Speak great prophet, tell us whereof you goeth."
"Yea verily," continued the student, already a little drunk. "I hath discovered the address of a house of the most ill repute wherein there resides a damsel of great beauty who is said to work great deeds with her little cunt. I prey ye to follow me with the greatest haste so that we may fuck the night away."
"Will you guys get out of here!" snapped Dan with poorly concealed irritation. "I've got fifty pages of this book to finish."
"Thou has studied much, O wise and ancient one," quoth Ned, still playing the fool, "and me thinks it is time that thou had some action in the sack lest your humble roommates think thee too old for these boyish delights!"
"Yeah, come on, Dan," urged Frank. "We've got to stay with this guy or somebody'll kill him if he starts spouting Shakespeare in a whore house."
"That somebody would do both Shakespeare and mankind a noble service," answered Dan, but he was considering the proposition. He had vowed to himself that he would never again pay for it, and he was not about to go back on his promise now, but the truth of the matter was that he had spent his whole first week on campus daydreaming about Jane and studying like hell the rest of the time, and he knew absolutely no one in New Orleans except these two jerks. Was an evening in their company better or worse than an evening alone? You could always go along for the ride and make sure that neither one of them got into trouble, he told himself. It would be dull, but he had to get out of this stifling dorm room or face the prospect of going clear out of his mind.
"I'll go along to make sure that the two of you get back in one piece, but you'll have to take care of this spectacular dame on your own. I don't indulge."
"Hurrah, and the keys to mine noble chariot are thine for the night," raved Ned, tossing him the keys to his new European sports car. "Mine father has threatened me with harsh measures, my brethren, should I chance to total another chariot and it is better that one possessed with the spirit of sobriety navigate us to and from our promised joy."
The standard two hours of preparations were shortened into one since his roommates were both anxious to get on the road, and by ten o'clock, Dan Wollinski found himself at the wheel of a nifty Italian sports car that deserved a better owner than Frank Hanley. The two other boys, by now both slightly drunk, climbed in as well and Dan took off down the street.
"Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue is the appointed place, O charioteer! Clear across town and watch out for the lights of red and the men in blue."
Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue rang a bell in Dan's mind, but he could not quite recall where he had heard the address before, and after awhile, he gave up trying. The neighborhood was distinctly on the seedy side and he worried about someone grabbing the car while they were inside, so he parked it under one of the few street lights which had not been broken and locked it carefully before slipping the keys into his pocket and following his two friends inside of Maxine's.
It was a medium slow night at the brothel, since in the first week of Jane's residence there, most of the regulars had come by to pay their carnal respects to her and gone on their way to spread the word among their friends. A steady trickle of men had been coming and going all day, and Maxine and Travis were satisfied, knowing that any new product takes time to become established on the market.
"Hello, fellows," Travis called a friendly greeting as the three young men came into the lobby. "See you've heard about our new girl, eh?"
"Fortunately, Ned was now too drunk to do his imitation of Shakespeare, or Travis would have thrown the three of them out on the street.
"Yeah, hear you've got a little gal here who really puts a battle before you get to do your stuff," he remarked, wondering how much this was going to set them all back.
"Twenty-five a throw, gents, and she's all yours. Gonna tackle her all three together or one at a time?"
"I'll sit this one out, if you don't mind," Dan said, looking at the big bouncer a little nervously. "If there's a bar in the house, I might like a drink while my friends here are uh ... visiting the young lady."
"One of them goody-goody types, eh? Well, I don't mind selling a little booze on the side. Make yourself comfortable, sport, and I'll have somebody bring you a whiskey. How 'bout you boys?"
"We've had our whiskey, friend. Lead us to your lady fair."
"Teamwork, eh? Maybe I'll join you and we'll make it a threesome," Travis offered, including himself uninvited in the party because he saw a chance to show off his masculine powers in front of these sallow schoolboys. Then he turned to Dan. "If you get lonesome, sonny, we'll be right down the hall in that end doorway there. No need to knock 'cause we're all friends here," he said to the good looking ex-soldier who had stretched out comfortably on the couch and located an old magazine to read while he waited for his roommates. The ex-soldier nodded at Travis, and breathed a sigh of relief as he disappeared down the hall with Ned and Frank.
* * *
Jane had given up. She had tried almost every approach there was to the situation, and the scene always finished the same way with her on the bottom being ravaged by every man who walked through the door. The marijuana only made matters worse since she lost control completely whenever she smoked it and turned her into the worst whore in the place. Without the marijuana, it was just plain hell, but she tended to resist more and get beaten up worse as a result. And either way, the end was the same.
The imprisoned young girl paced back and forth in her room, wondering what day it was and whether or not she would ever get out of this place alive. She had no idea what kind of plan Travis might have in mind for getting rid of her, since it was obvious he could not hold her prisoner forever. Or could he? Or, more likely, did he have a plan to silence her forever once her usefulness was ended?
There was someone coming and she heard the key turn in the lock. You must go down fighting, she told herself. There's no other way! Resist until you die!
Well, look at what we got here, commented Ned as he stepped through the doorway, followed by Frank and Travis. "All undressed and nowhere to go."
It was a desperate maneuver, but Jane knew she had to make her move while the door was still open and unlocked. If she could somehow fight her way past these three men, she would stand a chance of making it to the street. It made no difference that she was naked, since dozens of men had looked at every part of her naked body for a week, and her sense of modesty was now somewhat dulled. She had to have her freedom at any cost!
"What? Watch out!" shouted Travis, seeing that she still had some fight left in her. The girl had darted for the door, her fingernails clawing at Ned's face and her knee swinging dangerously toward Frank's unprotected groin. There was a few seconds of wild confusion and screaming by the door before the burly Travis got his wits together and intervened decisively, slapping her brutally back onto the bed.
"Told ya this one had some steam left in her," he panted, nursing a long ugly scratch in his arm, left by the girl's sharp fingernails. "Okay, sonny, yer on stage. Do yer stuff!"
He patted Ned on the back, and the young man strode angrily forward, ashamed at having been caught so far off balance by a mere girl and anxious to even the score. He took two short running steps and then hurled his body through the air, knocking Jane clean off the bed and landing on top of her on the floor. Jane lay under him, the wind pushed out of her for the minute, and her moment of resistance gone and forgotten. The door was locked now and her opportunity had been lost. Travis would not be caught off-guard a second time.
Ned sat up on top of the naked girl, a cruel sneer playing around his lips. The young man had a vicious streak of sadism deep inside of him, only partially covered by the expensive education paid for by his father. He had never had the opportunity to do exactly what he liked with a really good looking woman, but it was slowly occurring to him that this might be the chance he had been waiting for. So this one thought she was hot stuff, eh? Well Ned Jenkins would show her who was boss. Those full ruby lips of hers looked like they could use some action, and he knew just what to do with them!
Jane closed her eyes and waited for her fate like an animal about to be slaughtered. The man was running his hands lasciviously all over her full voluptuous body, and she knew in advance that he would make it his business to humiliate her as much as he could. She would pay for that little attempted escape, and then pay again when Travis got her alone with the whip.
"Little one, you and I are going to play a very special game I know," Ned informed her cruelly. "On your knees!"
It was hopeless and Jane knew it. She was surrounded by three full-grown men who could make her do any perversely wicked thing they desired. She had no idea which particular perversion this one had in mind, but after awhile, all perversions seemed alike. After a week in the brothel, she had seen them all. She tried to cry, but found that no tears would come.
Even after such a short time, she was getting hard, getting used to abuse and maltreatment, and she realized with a pang of regret that she would never be the sweet innocent young coed again. Even if she did manage to get out of this chamber of horrors alive. She would do as she was told now. Her display of bravado was over for today. Perhaps tomorrow she would try again. Perhaps if she could really please one of her customers, make one of them fall in love with her, perhaps someone would agree to take a note out with them or call the police.
"Take it out, baby," he commanded, indicating his groin. "I got a present in there for you."
Dully she moved to comply, fumbling a little with his belt buckle and then drawing down the zipper to reveal a pair of white jockey shorts. His pants fell to the floor and the young college student stepped out of them and then made the girl remove his shorts.
His long limp cock dangled obscenely between his legs, and Ned grinned down at her sadistically.
"Hummm, I see that my present isn't in the proper condition to be given away. Now we'll have to work on that, won't we little lady?" As he spoke the egoistical college freshman slid his hands roughly into her long blonde hair, tightening his grip so that he could move her head around as he desired, and also hurt her anytime he wished. With a sudden jerk, he yanked her face closer to his still flaccid penis.
"You're going to suck me, baby," he informed her directly. "I want to see you suck this old cock of mine till I tell you to stop and not before. You understand!"
Jane understood. It was not the first time one of her customers had made this depraved request of her, but the other times she had been flying high on marijuana and it had seemed easier. Now she was stone sober, in full command of her faculties. The others had simply rammed themselves into her open mouth and had not asked her to do anything but endure it. But this man was forcing her to do it herself!
His hands tightened in her hair, reminding her that he still possessed the power to make her suffer whenever he wanted. Travis had thrown himself comfortably on the bed and was watching with depraved enjoyment. Frank was straddling a chair and looking with serious interest as if he were attending a scientific demonstration of some kind. Jane opened her eyes to find that Ned's long slightly jerking cock was staring her right in the face, only inches from her delicate red lips. Grinning like the devil, Ned reached down and rubbed the moist thick head of his slowly inflating penis against her cheeks, running it up over her nose and then down to her mouth, never once loosening his grip on her golden hair.
"Come on, baby, open up. The time is now," he informed her.
But Jane felt as if her teeth were glued together. She wanted desperately to avoid any more pain, but something inside of her refused to cooperate in this lewd experiment, and her mouth remained solidly closed. Angered by this show of resistance, Ned yanked again on her hair, forcing an offended cry to her lips. As soon as her mouth opened to groan, Ned made his move, jamming his lust-bloated cock up into her savagely. Her groan turned into a gurgle of distress as she felt the slowly hardening mass of male flesh plow into her mouth, almost choking her. Once inside, the man's penis began to expand as he excited himself by looking down at the gleaming blue-veined shaft stuck obscenely in between her soft red lips.
"Let's get to work, sweetheart," he warned her. "I want you to suck!"
Knowing by bitter experience that he was in a position to enforce his wishes and would only hurt her again if she tried to rebel, Jane started nibbling gently on his large flexible cock, feeling it become firmer and straighter by the moment as she caressed him with the sensual softness of her lips. The student's eyes were almost bulging from his head as he looked down on the suffering, tormented young girl from his position of lofty superiority, watching her submissive mouth working slavishly over his rigidly throbbing cock. Ned yanked on her soft blonde hair again just out of meanness, and was rewarded for this act of casual cruelty by seeing the girl react in fright, sucking his cruelly marauding instrument even deeper into the ravaged depths of the throat, sucking on him as if her life depended upon it.
In fact, she was now working almost as if she enjoyed it, having decided to make him cum as quickly as possibly and get it over with and hoping to please him enough so that he would refrain from hurting her any more. She was using her tongue now, lashing back and forth against the sensitive nerve endings in his penis and making his hips flick involuntarily back and forth as he began to fuck slowly in and out of her widely stretched mouth.
Things were speeding up now, and the end was not far off. Ned was unbearably excited as he stood over the nakedly kneeling blonde like a reigning monarch, his hands twisting through the yellow tangle of her hair, mumbling all the obscene words and phrases he could think of while he skewered mercilessly back and forth, trying to shove his jerking, over stimulated instrument all the way down her gurgling throat.
* * *
Dan finished the whiskey and glanced at his watch in utter boredom, having discovered that the news magazine he had been reading was five years old. A couple of the other prostitutes had wandered by and made a half-hearted attempt in interesting the good looking young student in their services, but Dan had merely smiled and shook his head. He was now contemplating ordering another drink to help him pass the time and wishing that he had thought to bring one of his textbooks along to study while he waited. It was stupid to have come anyway, he reminded himself sourly, how did you expect to get cheered up in the waiting room of a second rate whore house? You'd have been better off in the dorm room where at least it would be quiet.
He decided against the drink, feeling that it might affect his studying tomorrow morning if he drank too much tonight, and he got up off the couch to stretch his legs by pacing back and forth. What the hell was keeping those guys? In Viet Nam, nobody ever spent more than ten minutes with a girl and his two roommates had been in there for at least half an hour.
Oh yeah, he remembered, this was the girl who was supposed to put up some kind of fight before she gave in and let you get your rocks off. Dan shook his head in disgust. Not only did he dislike paying for it, but he had never been able to understand the kind of person who liked to mix his sex life up with violence. What kind of a jerk did you have to be to enjoy beating up a girl?
A jerk like Ned or Frank, was the answer, of course, and he mentally resolved that he was going to get himself transferred to another dorm room as soon as possible.
But for the moment, he still had a real boredom problem and without thinking too much about the matter, he decided to stroll around and see how the two clowns were making out with this so-called ball of fire. Ignoring a couple of the prostitutes, he meandered upstairs to the first door and stopped to listen. There was no sound, and Dan accurately guessed that the room had been soundproofed for some reason. Looking around him, he spotted another door which had been left ajar, and without much curiosity, he glanced inside, discovering to his surprise that the door led to a tiny compartment, just large enough for a man's body.
What the hell? he wondered, and stepped inside. It was a two-way mirror and suddenly he understood everything. They had had deals like this in Saigon as well for the people who thought that sex was a spectator sport. There the boys are now, he observed, and old Ned is having the time of his life with that gal, and she sure doesn't seem to be putting up much in the way of resistance. Dan could not see the girl's face, since it was buried in Ned's loins, but he whistled softly in admiration as he surveyed the voluptuous young body which knelt submissively before his roommate. Her breasts were really something to write home about, heavy and sensuous, and the rest of the body was a sight for sore eyes. This girl is really built he mused, feeling a little tickle of sexual excitement in his own loins as he watched her nakedly gleaming body being buffeted back and forth as Ned fucked cruelly into her mouth.
"Ooooohhhh, suck it, suck it," he heard the younger man groan, his face contorted into a mask of pure lust as the girl inched him slowly but surely towards an orgasm. Dan felt slightly ashamed of himself for behaving like a voyeur, but the scene before him was really erotic and he could not tear his eyes away. Ned was moving around to the left now, bracing his back against the table, and in another moment Dan would be able to see the kneeling girl's face. With a body like that, he decided, it would be too much to ask for her to have attractive facial features as well, and....
The shock almost knocked him back out of the hidden compartment, and for a moment the sturdy ex-soldier thought he was going to faint for the first time in his life. It was Jane Holloway, the blonde-haired girl he had met on the train! So this is why she had never shown up at the university!
His eyes widening in shock and horror, Dan's mind searched for a reasonable explanation for this incredible appearance of the naive and apparently unsophisticated girl in the middle of this two-bit brothel. He watched with amazement as the girl cooperated in her own defilement, energetically slavering over Ned's penis as if she had been sucking cocks all her life, and would rather perform this lewd oral sodomy than anything else in the world. Each time the young student surged into her, Dan could see the smooth hard glistening flesh of his penis sliding up into the warm moist cavern of her mouth puffing out her cheeks. He was really probing deeply now, his hands clamped on both sides of her head so that she could not escape or wiggle away at the critical moment when his warm sticky sperm came gushing out of that unforgiving cock and flooded her innocent mouth.
Dan tightened his fists with rage. Of course, he told himself savagely, what a fool he had been! She had been putting him on royally that day during their train ride together, pretending to be chaste and unsure of whether or not her hymen was still intact. How she must have laughed at him when he had accused her of being a typical small town virgin! And now the truth was out. She had obviously never had any intention of going to the university. She was headed for New Orleans to make her fortune in a whore house! No wonder she would not come with him to Bob and Alice's house; there was no money to be made there!
For a moment, the unhappy young man stood indecisively, irrationally wishing he could burst into the room and beat up Ned and then slap the girl around too for having cheated him in this way. He had spent a solid week worrying and daydreaming about her and all the time she was here in his place having the time of her life!
But this was impossible, and he struggled to get a hold of himself. No, there was nothing to be done, and he couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of walking out this house of ill repute into the clean night air, since he had the keys to the car and had to ferry Ned and Frank back to the university. And all the way home they would boast about the things they had done to this fantastic blonde whore. He could not bear the thought of listening to them, but watching this depraved spectacle was even worse and the miserable young man stumbled out of the concealed compartment and back down the stairs to the lobby to resume his long wretched wait.
* * *
Jane could feel the hard rubbery tip of his penis brushing lewdly against the back of her throat and her mouth was filled to overflowing with a lust-inciting mixture of saliva and the pungent-tasting pre-cum oozing from the swollen tip of his cock. The student's lust-tightened balls were beating steadily against her chin and she realized that he was almost there.
Ned looked down, a mood of savage joy passing through his mind as he fucked ruthlessly into the girl's helplessly imprisoned face. There was nothing he liked better than completely humiliating and debasing a woman like this and he spat obscenity after obscenity down on her lewdly bobbing blonde head as he speared into her like a madman. He had her where he wanted her now and his eyes gleamed as he watched the glistening shaft of his cock disappearing into the tightly, rounded oval formed by her widely stretched lips.
Then the student started to feel the familiar symptoms of an oncoming orgasm, the roaring in his ears and the hot burning sensation deep in his sperm-filled testicles which informed him clearly that he could not expect to hold out much longer. He thrust into her as deeply as he could, smiling as he heard her choke and gurgle for breath, at the same moment pressing in with both his hands on her cheeks to increase the pressure on his hotly throbbing cock. A lightning storm of sharp electric impulses seemed to be racing through his body and he gripped her head like a vise as he felt the savage rush of sperm begin. Great hot floods of fiery cum spurted forward from the warm repository of his testicles and streamed out the lust-bloated head of his cock into the book of her helplessly waiting mouth, filling her as she had never been filled before.
Jane sputtered and gasped for a moment, but she knew instinctively that her labors were not yet finished. The spoiled young college boy was moaning sensuously above her as he emptied the obscene liquid from his loins into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, and she dutifully continued to suck on him until he commanded her to stop, gulping automatically as the viscous cum filled her mouth and not daring to risk offending him by spitting it out.
Then, with a moan, he released her, allowing his slowly deflating cock to slip out from between her cum-coated lips, a thin string of the thick white liquid still connecting the tip of her tongue and the jerking glans of his penis. The girl let her exhausted body go limp and she rolled helplessly back on the floor to await the next lewd, depraved act upon her defenselessly trapped body. Nothing mattered now, because they had done the worst thing possible to her and there was nothing more savagely depraved than this. Even if they did it again and again, nothing could be as terrible as the first time, and she would get used to this, just like she had accustomed herself to having perfect strangers throw her on her back and plunge their long hard cocks up into her belly.
"Oh man, that was great," gasped Ned as he stretched out on the bed, his now deflated cock still twitching moistly as he slowly recovered his sanity. "She's got a mouth like satin! I gotta do it again as soon as I get my hard-on back!"
"Only fifteen dollars for seconds," commented Travis quickly, his keen commercial sense not blunted in the slightest by his growing sexual excitement. Were it not for the money involved, the bouncer would have thrown these two creepy college boys out long ago and used Jane for his own nefarious devices, but he was in business to make money, and that meant letting some of the others have their fun with her as well. Besides, it provided a special kind of perverted excitement for him to watch another man abuse this helpless creature, and his long hard cock was twitching with steadily growing stimulation.
"My turn," asserted Frank quickly, getting up from his chair and approaching the girl. The young man had already stripped for action and his thin long cock was just as ready as he was, waving from side to side in front of him like a conductor's baton as he walked. "And I want some of the same."
"Trouble with you university boys is that you got no imagination," commented Travis suddenly, adjusting his pants to hide the enormous erection which had arisen in the past few minutes. "A couple of copycats!"
"What do you mean?" inquired Frank, pausing as he hovered over the nakedly submissive girl. "It's either fuck or suck, isn't it? Or have you invented a new way?"
"There's another way, boys, but I didn't invent it. You ever try any of that rear end stuff?"
Frank looked dubious for a moment, and then a slow lascivious grin broke across his cruel face. This was something he had never before had the opportunity to try with a girl, but from all that he had heard it was the ultimate in sexual pleasure for the man, although most women found it distinctly less enjoyable. It was something he had always wanted to have a go at, and this was his chance, perhaps the only opportunity he would ever have. He was not entirely clear about this girl's status in the whore house and she certainly did not resemble the usual prostitute in any way, but she seemed to have very little to say about what was done to her. Travis was obviously the boss here, and if he said it was okay to tackle that nice tight little ass, then who was he to say otherwise?
"I might need some help, fellows," he decided. "She doesn't look too happy about the idea."
"She ain't got nuttin' to say about it," growled Travis with a warning look in her direction. "This little broad does what she's told to, or Uncle Travis gets real mean, don't he, honey?"
Jane nodded dumbly, not entirely clear about what they proposed to do to her. To her inexperienced ears, "rear end stuff sounded as if Frank intended to take her like a dog while she knelt on the bed. While none of this was pleasant, she actually preferred this position, since she did not have to look at her" tormentor while he abused her. And at this point, her shame and humiliation were so complete that it hardly made any difference what lewd position they forced her into; there was no surprises left for Jane Holloway.
But she was wrong. There was one surprise left, something none of her other clients had dared to try with her. But by the time she realized what it was, it was too late to do anything about it.
"Get her!" snapped Travis, and the three men rushed forward-like soldiers assaulting a fortification. Before she could cry out, or argue with them, the girl felt herself lifted bodily up into the air and thrown on her stomach on the bed. She was so totally exhausted from the ordeal she had just been through that she hardly bothered to resist. After all, what good could it possibly do to put up another fight at this stage of the game? There were three strong men in the room with her, any one of whom was tough enough to beat her into submission.
Without explaining what they were up to, Frank positioned himself behind her up between her outstretched legs while Ned and Travis lifted her hips up off the mattress, forcing her to kneel up with her sleekly rounded buttocks waving in the air while the two men pinned her shoulders to the surface of the bed.
"Get her arms over her head," ordered Travis. "We don't want no interference once junior gets going here. And that little cherry don't look like it's gonna be all that easy to get through."
Slowly but surely it began to filter through Jane's innocent mind that this was not going to be merely another unfeeling assault on her tortured vagina. They were after something much more depraved this time.
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded, knowing in advance that anything she said would only make matters worse.
"Now don't you worry about a thing, blondie," Frank reassured her unconvincingly. "We're just trying to further your education, and widen your ... uh ... your outlook on things. Don't tell me this is the first time you've gotten it in the ass?"
Jane's mind was stricken by a sudden paralysis as she digested these vicious words. She had been prepared mentally and physically for almost any other torture they chose to inflict upon her, but this was unheard of. It wasn't even natural! It was inhuman! Surely the man was trying to frighten her, to scare her! He wanted her to plead and beg for mercy and then pretend to change his mind and penetrate her in the usual way. Oh God, he couldn't really mean it!
But she failed to convince herself that Frank was kidding and instinctively she tightened her buttocks together protectively, the terror of the thought sending shudders of fear through her softly voluptuous young body. They'll kill me, she told herself in the darkest despair. They're going to keep me here forever and ever, just doing worse and worse things to me until someone goes too far and I die. And this could be it right now!
"Oh baby, you have got the most beautiful little ass I have ever laid my eyes on!" proclaimed Frank blissfully. "And I intend to lay more than my eyes on it before I'm finished."
The girl clenched her teeth as she felt his hard demanding hands on the flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, separating the tightly clenched cheeks with brute force and his fingernails digging cruelly into her soft delicate nether flesh as he struggled to open her up. Jane did her best to resist, but her position was not really suitable for fighting off this kind of depraved attack, and suddenly cruelly, he spread her apart until she could feel the warm air in the room blowing gently over the tiny unprotected little anal opening.
"Oh man, that's as tight as a bull's ass in fly time," Frank muttered, having given her helplessly upthrust rectum a careful inspection. "Hold on tight, fellows, I'm going to prepare the way a little."
As he probed with the tip of his middle finger at the nakedly defenseless entrance to her virginal young rectum, Jane tightened the puckered little lips in a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable. She knew it was coming anyway despite her frantic efforts to protect herself, but somehow she could not force her terror-stricken body to relax and accept this final degradation. Frank probed persistently, running his saliva moistened finger around the tight elastic circle to tease her a little, and then pushed forward unexpectedly, sinking the finger in as far as the first knuckle and forcing an anguished cry to her lips. The pain was not as acute as she had feared, but the humiliation was every bit as unbearable as she had imagined it would be. There she was, spread out on her hands and knees, her smoothly rounded buttocks stuck obscenely up in the air and her heavy womanly breasts crushed into the mattress below while this college maniac pushed his fingers into the delicate interior of her unprotected little anus.
She hoped he would be satisfied with what he had already done and go no further, but she was dealing with a most unpleasant young man, and his perverted lusts had not yet begun to be satisfied. This was only the first step and there were many more to follow. Jane relaxed a little, weary from the effort of concentrating so much energy in one part of her body and the boy seized the opportunity to worm in a second finger alongside of the first. This time it really hurt and her body convulsed in agony despite the two muscular men who were holding her fast.
"Oh please don't do that," she begged piteously. "That's ... that's just awful!" It seemed like a ridiculous thing to say, and the three heartless men evidently found it so, since the room was filled with peals of cruel lascivious laughter.
"Oh, of course it's awful," repeated Frank, mimicking her refined cultured accents. "That's why we like to do it. We're awful people!"
For the first time in several days, Jane felt that she was really able to cry at last, even though crying was not going to do the slightest bit of good in her present circumstance. So they had not been kidding her. This degenerate young man was really going to make love to her back there! And to think that ten minutes ago it never would have occurred to her that such a lewd thing was even possible. Why hadn't her parents ever told her about such things?
Jane wiggled desperately, gyrating her buttocks from side to side in one last attempt to break away from him, but Frank controlled her easily, digging his fingers into the soft vulnerable flesh of her milk-white hips while he worked his two fingers in and out of the dark moist anal hole trying to widen it enough to make his entrance.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he commented calmly, digging into her virginal rectum one last time and then yanking his fingers free with a sudden jerk. "I'm ready to roll, friends, hold on to her!"
Forcing her knees still farther apart with his muscular legs, Frank dropped his head down between the quivering cheeks of her buttocks and moistened the tiny little anus with his tongue in order to lubricate the small elastic circle and make it easier for himself. He was already over-excited at the prospects of bringing off this lewd sodomistic invasion, and Jane could feel his body shaking with sexual stimulation behind her as he lapped at her like a dog and her anus throbbed with helpless terror.
She was helpless now, and ready to be pierced and Jane felt his hands clasp firmly on her hips in order to hold them still as he maneuvered his long thick dagger-like cock into position for the obscene impalement. The huge, blood-filled tip of his cock pressed lightly at the tiny entrance, and another tremor of shock raced coldly through the girl's abused young body. It seemed too large, much larger than it had looked a few minutes before when she had caught a glimpse of him coming toward her. The experiment was doomed to failure in advance, she decided with relief, because he could never get that huge thing up inside of her. Certain things were simply impossible!
But Frank was not ready to concede defeat, although he too was wondering if Travis' suggestion was really practical. He placed his thumbs directly into the deeply quivering crevice and began stretching the small puckered little circle which was barricading the tiny entrance to her rectum. The flesh was rubbery and resistant beneath his fingers, but bit by bit he could feel it yield as he applied a steadily remorseless pressure.
"Noooooooooooh!" she groaned, knowing that the worst was yet to come. "Pleasssssssssssse. I'll do anything you ask, but not this."
"You'll do anything we ask, and this too!" Travis grinned down at her, as Frank rammed his long desire-hardened cock into the tightly clasped crevice and began to apply deadly pressure to the nether entrance to her body.
Jane screamed as she felt the pain mount, but no one was listening to her agony, and she herself was only conscious of the sharp relentless pressure against her. The tightly resisting ring struggled for as long as the strength of her frail muscles would permit, and then surrendered and the room echoed With a loud obscene sound as the huge bulbous tip slipped up inside of her cringing little anus.
"Oh Christ, it's tight!" groaned Frank from behind her, but Jane hardly heard this mild complaint as she was completely wrapped up in her own problems. Worse than the actual pain, which was unbearable by itself, was the mental anguish of knowing what was happening to her. The terrible penetration of this man's death-dealing instrument was vibrating through her body like an earthquake, and her painfully wide split rectum felt as if a great solid log had suddenly been jammed up inside of it, stretching every tortured fibre of her widely dilated anal passage to the breaking point. It hurt her to scream, so she merely grunted in grief and horror, wiggling futilely in a hopeless attempt to break away from this rear-guard action.
Frank pushed again, not satisfied with merely embedding the tip of his rigidly thickened cock up inside of the unnatural sanctuary of her helplessly trapped rectum. He wanted the whole experience of violating a woman anally. She grunted again as he wormed steadily up into her, pushing the tender anal flesh inside of her ahead of his cruelly advancing cock until his heavy sperm-filled balls slapped noisily against the softly hair-covered lips of her neglected cunt below.
She was pierced, penetrated, skewered like an animal on a spit, and the man's huge cudgel filled her anus like a cork pounded into a wine bottle.
Frank was overly excited by the depraved sensuality of this perverted sodomy, and the young student hovered over her tormentedly kneeling body, growling at her every vile obscenity which came into his degenerate mind. Jane had never felt so humiliated or debauched in all the days of her life as he began slowly but surely sawing in and out of her, using the delicate internal flesh of her rectum for his own selfish carnal pleasure. The long punishing rod glided through her narrowly clasping hole with smooth tormenting strokes, pulling tiny ridges of pink flesh out with it on the backstroke just as if he were in the process of turning her inside out. Jane could hear Travis and Ned chuckling lewdly above her, even though she could not see them, and the anguished girl could feel the stern pressure of their rough hands on her shoulders as they pressed her harshly into the mattress.
Never before in her life had she been so helpless! She was pinned like a butterfly in a collection, held slavishly in this degrading kneeling position like an Egyptian slave prostrate before the Pharoah. Despite the fact that the two men were practically sitting on her, Jane's body began to quiver and shake uncontrollably every time Frank seared into her with an extra hard push. She could hear him grunting and groaning with pure animal pleasure behind her, and hated herself for involuntarily giving him so much enjoyment when she would much rather have killed him on the spot. If she could somehow get back at him for what he was doing to her! If there were some way to make him cry out with pain!
* * *
Dan Wollinski sat tensely on the sofa in the waiting room, looking at his watch on an average of once every thirty seconds. During basic training when he was forced to crawl around in the mud with sergeants screaming at him constantly, he had thought that he was as miserable as a human being could possibly get. Later, in Viet Nam, when the Viet Cong had attacked their encampment-his first night in the field, killing the men on either side of him, he had revised his earlier judgement, deciding that that was as unhappy as he could possibly get. But now he was learning that there was another level of misery even farther down the scale than that!
Face it, you jerk, he was telling himself savagely. You fell in love with the little whore, didn't you. You had your whole life all planned out and you just included her into your future without thinking about the possibility that she wouldn't fit in. You thought she was too innocent to be allowed to walk the streets alone, but you were mistaken. It's you who belongs back in grammar school!
On top of everything else, the young ex-trooper was sexually aroused, bothered by a hard throbbing erection inside his pants that would not go away and could not be forgotten. The scene of Jane Holloway, humbly crouching on her knees and accepting Ned's long stiffened penis up into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, had made a permanent impression on him, a scene he would remember as long as he lived.
You could go and get your rocks off, he advised himself lewdly. You could get in line behind Frank and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. You owe yourself something for what she's put you through! A little revenge might help you forget.
But he shook his head in sorrow. No it was impossible. She might be a whore, but he could never face her again and if he made love to her, he might find himself more hopelessly entangled with her than before. Imagine falling in love with a whore!
"Hey baby, you gonna sit here all night alone?"
Dan had been so involved with his own dark thoughts that he had not heard the woman walk barefoot into the room, and he jumped a little in surprise.
"Ah! didn't mean to upset you, honey," she soothed him. "It's just friendly little Jessica, come in to see if she couldn't help you with a hard problem. Come on up to my room, lover and we'll see if we can't get that nasty frown off your handsome face."
Caught off-guard, Dan smiled back at the woman as he inspected her. She was at least ten years older than he was, and had the free and easy manners of a girl who has spent most of her adult life within the confines of a brothel, but Jessica had taken the trouble to preserve her figure and her looks, knowing that they constituted her only means of livelihood. At about thirty-five, she was still supple and sexy-looking, particularly in the costume she was wearing at this moment which consisted merely of a black see-through brassiere, frilly siik panties and long dark stockings.
Dan went through a short and losing battle with his conscience. All right, he had vowed he would never again go to bed with a prostitute, but this was surely a special case. There he was, his heart broken and his cock standing up like the Empire State building and what else was he supposed to do? Maybe this gal could cheer him up a little, help him to forget about Jane Holloway.
"Anything you like, honey," she encouraged him gently, smiling in his direction as if she understood exactly what he was thinking about. "Just close your eyes and pretend it's the girl you'd really like to be in bed with."
That did it. Dan got to his feet, flashed her a friendly grin, and the two of them walked hand in hand up the creaky set of stairs to Jessica's room.
"What would you like me to do, lover?" she asked him seductively as he reached deftly behind her to unfasten the brassiere and free her heavily sensuous breasts. Dan felt his cock jerk instinctively in his pants as her swollen brown nipples tumbled free of their confinement, and her eyes dropped to the front of his pants. "Hummmm, I see we're all ready. What were you waiting for down there, honey, an engraved invitation?"
She was a really nice girl, Dan decided, even if she was a professional, and the young man felt his body relax as he climbed out of his pants. For some reason, Dan felt at ease with her, as if she were an old friend to whom he could talk without embarrassment.
"I came here with a couple of friends," he confessed. "They're down entertaining themselves with your colleague Jane."
"Yeah, I might have guessed," responded Jessica. "And you were waiting for your turn to ... hey, how come you know her name? Is she that famous already?"
"Nah, I ran into her on the train coming down here. I didn't even know she was a ... I mean, I didn't realize she was in this business."
"She wasn't then," giggled Jessica vaguely, bending over to strip off the shiny silk panties and turning around to face him, stark naked except for her long black stockings. "And I wish somebody'd put her back on the train to wherever she came from! I haven't had a customer in a week. I know the boss is getting rich off that little broad, but she's ruining morale in this place like crazy. Who ever heard of a one-girl cathouse?"
At this point, Dan ceased to think very clearly for awhile because Jessica's arms had gone around his neck and she was pressing her voluptuously full breasts into his chest and kissing him with a fair approximation of genuine passion. Or perhaps, he wondered, it's real. After all, she hasn't had a customer in a week and these gals probably need it worse than anyone. He tumbled her over backwards onto the bed and crawled over her waiting, willing body when the next thought struck him.
"What do you mean when you say she probably wasn't a prostitute when I met her?" he demanded, an ugly suspicion creeping into his brain. "Why did she come here if she wasn't a prostitute?"
"That's the question of the year, baby," Jessica giggled, her hand snaking agilely down the front of his undershorts to stroke the thick smooth foreskin of his desire-hardened cock. "I don't guess it was her idea, and maybe Travis used some muscle ... well, I'll be giving away some company secrets in a minute if I ain't careful."
"Give away some secrets," Dan urged her. "If she wasn't a prostitute before, how did she get to become one so fast? Come on, baby, talk!"
The call-girl's face froze as she realized that her youthful client was serious and she did her best to make him forget about the blonde-haired captive on the floor below them. Moving quickly, she rolled Dan over on his back, her head diving in the direction of his loins.
"Let's suck," she proposed obscenely. "I'll just make you real happy down here and you can close your eyes and pretend I'm Jane if you want to. I don't mind."
"I want to do more than think about Jane," the young man snarled, seizing the older woman by the hair and dragging her parted lips away from his excited penis. "I want to know more about her. Was she brought here by force?"
"I'll tell you two things, Mister," Jessica spat back at him, starting to lose her temper with this difficult client. "First of all, she walked in here of her own free will, and secondly if you hurt me, Travis is gonna beat the hell out of you. I'll fuck or suck or do just about anything else a woman can do, but if you wanna work out your aggressions, do it someplace else."
"Answer one more question," Dan said, lowering his voice and realizing that he had made a tactical error. "Is she here of her own free will? Can she walk out any time she wants to?"
"I told you those were company secrets!" snapped the older woman, shaking his hand out of her hair and looking him straight in the eye. "Look, did you come up here to get laid or ask questions?"
Dan made his decision and executed it in the same instant, hurling the prostitute onto her back and grabbing his belt up off the floor. Working fast and expertly, he forced her resisting wrists together and quickly tied her to the top of the bed, then ducking down to the floor to use one of her own stockings to tie her legs together so that the woman was helpless.
"Now you listen to me. I didn't learn much in Viet Nam, but I did discover a couple of ways to make people real talkative. I want the whole scoop on that girl, or I'm going to make you suffer. Now start talking!"
Jessica's only reply was an unprintable obscenity.
Dan smiled back at her with a harsh thin grimace and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and sat down on the bed next to her, using his free hand to stuff her panties into her open mouth. Then he took a deep breath and ran the lighted end of the cigarette quickly from one trembling nipple down into the valley between her two fearfully quivering breasts, and then up to the other nipple.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth and a thin red line rising on her naked chest where the young man had trailed the fiery cigarette.
"Oh, you bastard," she groaned as soon as he had removed the panties from her mouth. "Travis is gonna kill you for this."
"Travis is someplace else and I'm here with the cigarette in my hand. I know a lot of interesting places to put a cigarette, lady, and I'm going to start experimenting if you don't start talking. Is Jane being held a prisoner here?"
Jessica looked at him with pure hatred, her teeth clamped together resolutely and Dan realized that he was dealing with a very tough customer. He shifted his position and slowly parted her thick brown triangle of moist pubic hair with his fingers as if he were preparing to caress her again. Then he carefully moved the lighted cigarette in the direction of her tiny stiffened clitoris.
"I can't imagine anything that would hurt worse than this," he warned her. "You feel like talking before I do it or after?"
"Wait," she gasped, fear finally sweeping over her as she saw precisely how far he was prepared to go to get his way. "For Christ's sake, don't burn me there!"
"Then talk."
"Travis'll kill me if I talk."
"I'll kill you if you don't."
"Okay, okay, but please take that cigarette away...."
"I'm listening, girl, but I'm not hearing anything."
"All right, listen then! The girl came here by mistake. I guess she thought this was a hotel. Maxine was against it, but Travis got the kid stoned on pot the first night and fucked her himself. Then decided she could be good for business and they kept her locked up in that room. I knew it was gonna lead to trouble, but they wouldn't listen to me."
"Then she's a prisoner? She never wanted to be a prostitute?"
"Shit, now, she's supposed to be going to the university in town but they made her write a letter to the school saying she wasn't coming and another one to her parents so nobody'd look for her for awhile, but they couldn't keep her here forever, I told 'em!"
"So what were they going to do with her eventually?" Dan insisted, knowing the answer in his head, but wanting to have his worst suspicions confirmed.
"Man, I don't have to draw you a picture. After the novelty had worn off, they'd have to get rid of her...."
"How? You mean they'd have to let her go?"
"Well what would you do in Travis's shoes? If he let her go and she decided to go to the police, he'd spend the rest of his life in prison for kidnapping. He'd have to take her for a long ride down to the coast. A lotta bodies turn up in the Gulf and nobody asks too many questions ... please get that butt away from my cunt, Mister, I've told you everything I know. And don't let anyone know I talked to you, please, or Travis'd throw my body in after hers ... "
"All right, listen," Dan ordered, thinking fast. "If you want to get out of this with your skin in one piece, you get dressed and get out of this building as fast as you can move."
"But Travis...."
"Travis isn't going to bother you or anybody else again because I'm going to kill him, do you understand?"
"Yes," she sobbed faintly.
"And if you try to warn anyone, I'm going to kill you too, have you got the picture?"
Jessica's will to resist was completely broken. This sad-faced young student had suddenly been transformed into a savage wild-man, and she realized that if he had once been in a war, he might really be capable of doing all that he said he would. Travis was a rough wily customer, but this man was twenty years younger and his mind was now clouded by drink or maybe drugs. She nodded dumbly and Dan undid the knots in her stockings and helped her to her feet. The woman scrambled into her clothing even faster than she had gotten out of it and Dan followed her back down the stairs to the deserted waiting room to make sure she went straight out the door. He hated to take the chances involved in letting her loose for fear she would try to warn the others, but cold-blooded murder of a reasonably innocent working girl like Jessica was too much for him and he decided that the risk had to be run.
She turned as she stood by the door to the street, her hand on the door-knob.
"Good luck," she whispered faintly. "He's got it coming to him." And then she disappeared into the night.
* * *
Jane gritted her teeth and surged back against the cruel young man who was sodomizing her brutally from behind, praying for the strength to do what she had to do. Slowly at first, and then with more energy, she began to undulate her body, swinging her hips in tiny rotating circles and putting all the pressure she could on Frank's laboring cock.
"She's starting to turn on," the young man crowed happily, mistaking her desperate efforts to end it for him as the beginning of lust on her part. He groaned and skewered into her with renewed energy, exciting himself beyond endurance with the sight of this gorgeous young woman kneeling slavishly before him, a victim of anything he chose to inflict upon her. There was not an ounce of resistance left in her innocent young body now and she was his to batter and abuse as he pleased.
Jane's face thrashed from side to side on the mattress and Travis and Ned had both released their hold on her arms, realizing that she was beyond fighting back at this point. Her long blonde hair lashed back and forth like ten thousand tiny whips and her body bucked and heaved like a woman gone mad as she lewdly encouraged him to end it all and fill her moist nether crevice with his hot merciless cum.
Frank was nearing the end of the best ride in his life and the student gripped the tops of her thighs, his sharp fingernails digging into her delicate flesh as he pounded in and out of her with all the might in his body, a sadistic wish to make her groan with agony motivating his actions.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!!" she obliged, moaning piteously beneath him as he flicked deeply into her tortured anus. "Uggggggh!"
But it was almost over and Jane could feel the cruel student's cock expanding and growing as if he were having a second erection on top of the first. A week ago she would have been mystified by this phenomenon, but a lot of education had been crammed into seven days, and she now understood that the man was about to cum into the unnatural repository of her anus.
"Oh cum, please cum," she begged him obscenely, fucking her cock-split buttocks back into his loins as hard as her pain-racked body would permit. Frank gasped above her, incoherent words tumbling from his lips and then felt the hot steaming cum start to erupt from deep within his lust-bloated balls, searing up through his penis and out into the narrow ravaged channel of her anal pasaage. Sighing and moaning with delight, he bucked into her endlessly, emptying his balls in the moistened crevice of her buttocks until there was no more.
"Oh man, that was the greatest...." he started to say as he crudely jerked his limp, already deflating penis from the overflowing little hole of her rectum, but Ned cut him off with an urgent remark.
"I smell smoke!"
"Damn it, what the hell can that be?" wondered Travis, looking alarmed. One of the problems involved in running an illegal operation like a cat house was the fact that you had to handle your own emergencies; you could hardly call the fire department or the police.
"Shit, this place is on fire," exclaimed Frank, r sniffing the air and climbing rapidly into his pants. "Let's get outa here before the cops show up!"
The emergency shook Jane out of her daze and she sat up on the bed, feeling a brand-new fear sweep over her. The heat from the hall was already starting to be noticeable in the room and the two college students hurriedly made their exit, leaving Travis behind to deal with the situation.
"Get my clothing," Jane pleaded as the big burly criminal glanced out in the hall to find himself confronted by a roaring fire coming from the end of the corridor. There was no problem about getting out, he realized, because the stairway was still clear down to the street, but Maxine's was going up in smoke! There was no way of putting out that fire and it would soon burn the building to the ground.
"Please, don't make me run naked out into the street," Jane begged, getting off the bed and coming towards him with her hands outstretched for mercy, but the bouncer was doing some hard thinking about her at that very moment. The police could already be on the way, and it was time for him to disappear. Everyone else could be counted on to keep their mouths shut and they could open the brothel somewhere else, but if the cops caught him carting a naked screaming blonde down the street, there would be some unpleasant questions to answer.
"You ain't goin' nowhere," he snarled, pushing her roughly back onto the bed and fumbling in his pocket for the key. They would find her bones in the morning, he told himself, and bones are hard to identify. This saved him the trouble of doing it later ... But wait! What's this?
A lithe fast-moving figure was emerging from the hidden compartment behind the two-way mirror carrying a broomstick. Travis could not react fast enough to recognize the face as belonging to the shy student who had elected to wait behind in the lobby and he dismissed the kid as being of no importance, turning his back on him and addressing himself to the problem of getting the door securely locked.
It was a fatal move. The broom stick is a deadly weapon when used by an expert and Travis felt it spearing into the small of his back, paralyzing him and sending his big body spinning into the tiny room where the naked blonde girl sat trembling on the edge of the bed. Before he could even get his head turned, Dan had followed him into the room and hit him again on the back of the neck, stunning him into semi-consciousness. The key to the sound proofed room tumbled free of his unclenched fist and Dan scooped it up.
"My clothes...." Jane whimpered. Everything was happening too fast for her to comprehend and she could only think about having to race through the back streets of New Orleans stark naked.
"No time to look for them," Dan barked, and he snapped a sheet off the bed and covered her nakedness. Seeing that she was too dazed to act, he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and barged into the corridor pausing in the hall to lock the door from the outside.
"There's a fire!" moaned Jane, now half out of her mind from fear and mistreatment.
"I know, baby, I started it," the young man responded, and he carried her gently away from the burning building.
* * *
"You'll be comfortable here," Dan told her, tucking in the covers of the bed and switching off the light in the bedroom. "Try to sleep, Jane. You've been through a lot."
With her blonde head protruding from the clean white sheets and a dazed smile on her pale face, the girl looked more a frightened child than a young woman who has just survived a week's enslavement in a brothel. Dan hesitated a moment and then bent quickly to kiss her cheek in a brotherly fashion. He would have liked nothing more than to throw back the covers and climb in with her, but he knew that that was out for the evening and possibly forever. Who knows, he asked himself unhappily. After all that she's been through she may never like sex again, and every time she looks at me she may remember that terrible experience. Only time would tell.
Stripping off his clothing in the bathroom, he treated himself to a refreshing shower before retiring to his bed on the sofa. A lot of things had gone right. It had been damned fortunate that he had had the keys to the sports car in his pocket when they had burst out of the burning whore house onto the darkened street, the sound of police sirens already ringing in their ears. Ned and Frank had fortunately disappeared somewhere and he had been able to stuff the dazzled young girl into the car and get her away from the scene of the crime before the squad cars arrived.
The second piece of good luck had been the fact that Alice and Bob were away for the weekend, providing him with a comfortable safe place to bring Jane to recover. They had almost been observed by some curious neighbors as he had carried her prostrate figure into the apartment, but good fortune had been with them again and no one had seen the odd spectacle of a man carting a naked girl draped inadequately in a soiled sheet into the deserted apartment.
Dan walked nakedly into the living room where he had thrown a blanket over the couch and prepared to make himself comfortable for the night. He flipped on the radio, hoping for some relaxing music as he smoked a good-night cigarette and was rewarded by a soft violin symphony. He crawled under the blanket and tried to relax, feeling the tension drift away from his body despite the lingering feeling of lust which had been with him all evening.
"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a news bulletin," said the announcer and Dan reached for the radio, not particularly interested in a news bulletin this late in a long and difficult day. "Police report that Maxine's Hotel, 22 Peurgeot Street, New Orleans, has been totally destroyed by a sudden, three-alarm fire. Only a few guests were staying in the hotel at the time of the conflagration, and there was no loss of life except for the presumed fatality of the hotel's general manager, Mr. John Travis, who was known to be inside the building when the violent fire broke out, and has not yet been located by police. Miss Jessica Williams, a former employee of the hotel, stated that the cause of the fire could have been a pile of oily rags which were stored in a closet on the second floor. Mrs.
Maxine Burns, proprietress of the destroyed building, suggested that careless smoking in bed may have been the reason for the fire, but noted that the hotel was insured for its full value, and would be reopened at a new location in the very near future. Speaking of the presumed death of her manager, Mr. Travis, Mrs. Burns stated that he had been a fine upright man who was a credit to the hotel industry. Dan snapped off the radio with a snort, not entirely displeased by the news.
He was not yet so hardened about life that the knowledge that he had killed a man failed to affect him, but if anyone deserved to die it was Travis. The man had fully intended to leave Jane inside that burning building; it was poetic justice that he had been left there himself.
"Dan?" came a quavering voice from the next room.
"Yeah, honey, are you okay?"
"I'm feeling better, thank-you, but where are you sleeping?" the girl wanted to know.
"I'm on the couch, Jane. Don't worry about me."
"Dan ... I'm sorry to bother you so ... but I'm still a little frightened ... and I hate to see you sleeping on a couch...." Her voice trailed off and the young man could hardly believe his ears.
"Would you like me to come in with you?" he questioned, trying to keep a hint of excitement out of his voice.
"After everything that's happened ... my modesty isn't particularly important anymore," stated the girl, her voice stronger and more resolute now. "The bed is big enough for two."
Jane lay absolutely still as she felt the mattress sag under Dan's weight and the added warmth in the bed as another body stretched out next to hers. Instinctively, she turned, hardly conscious of the fact that they were both naked, and sheltered herself in his strong arms. Making love was the farthest thing from her mind; she needed to be held by someone she could trust, someone who would not hurt her and she had found him.
"I'm glad I found you again," he said simply, his voice coming to her in the dark as if a disembodied ghost had spoken. There was no need for her to reply. She had already confessed how glad she was to see him again but she shivered as she realized that she was lying in the arms of someone who had deliberately killed a man that very night. My education is proceeding very rapidly, she thought. A week ago, I wasn't really sure whether I was even a virgin or not. Now that issue is settled forever and I'm in bed with a person who can kill people when he needs to. I've come a long way.
His hands were stroking her back softly, running from the nape of her neck down to the base of her spine where her lush well-rounded buttocks began to rise. Between their bodies, pressed against her stomach, she could feel the hardness of his fully aroused manhood, and the sensation sent a tremor of excitement through her body.
"Dan...." she began hesitantly. "Dan, when we first met, I really didn't know which end was up. You told me I was a typical small-town virgin, and you were right."
The man said nothing, knowing that she had something important to tell him and deciding to let her get it out in her own way.
"But ... well you can imagine what happened to me all last week. Just being raped isn't all that important, really, I mean it isn't even a sin if you don't want to do it and usually I didn't, so it was just humiliating and sometimes it hurt, but other times the men just came and did things to me-you must know what kinds of things they did-and they forced me to like it and I ... I reacted! I'm sorry, because I'm not really good enough for you anymore, Dan. I can see now that you wanted me so bad that first night we met and I thought I was too good for you. Now it's the other way around and I'll always be a little bit of a prostitute for the rest of my life."
"It's okay, honey," he soothed her. "That's all over now."
"No, it'll be part of me always," she insisted, her voice quivering with emotion as she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. "Anyway, this is what I was trying to say. You came to Maxine's tonight looking for a prostitute, I guess. Well, you found one, Dan. Do whatever you want with me."
Dan started to explain that he had not been looking for a prostitute that night, but the thought drifted off as he felt her body melting into his. She was too clean inside ever to be dirtied by the likes of Travis, and he realized that she was offering him something that had never been offered freely to anyone else. In a way, she was a virgin again, and he was to be her first lover.
Jane began to shiver when she felt his hands coursing more boldly over the soft lines of her young exciting body. She was finally his for the taking. There was no further need for coy adolescent conversation she was now fully a woman, ready to give her all to the man who had rescued her.
Almost trembling despite his past experience with women, the young student hovered over her on his knees, letting her eyes rest calmly on the long hard shaft of his fully erected penis and running his hands greedily over the softly yielding flesh of her breasts and stomach, her sleek white thighs and the moist golden "vee which was so plainly being offered up to him in sacrifice. The girl closed her eyes as the now familiar waves of pleasure washed over her sensitive body like the waters of the sea tumbling through the loose sands of a faraway beach.
For a few moments, he feared that she had drifted off into her own private dream-world and, wanting to ease her back to reality, he bent and kissed her tenderly on the lips, feeling her react immediately by spearing her tongue hotly up into his open mouth; no, there was no question about it. She was with him every inch of the way and Dan took advantage of the moment's intimacy to send his hungry fingers into the warm wet core of her abused young body between the two involuntarily jerking columns of her legs.
"Aaaaahhh, aaaahhhh," she sighed contentedly as he gently massaged the tender inner flesh of her slowly-clasping vagina, finding to his satisfaction that she was thoroughly moist and wet, indicating clearly that she now wanted this as much as he did! But Dan could hardly believe what his brain was telling him. After all, he hardly knew this girl, having spent two or three hours with her on a train a few weeks before and about the same amount of time together with her tonight. They hardly knew each other, really, and she had spent seven long days being raped and manhandled in every conceivably lewd fashion.
And yet, somehow, she wanted him and wanted him bad!
So there was no point in postponing his pleasure another instant and he covered her warmly receptive body with his own, feeling the tiny hardened nuggets of her nipples digging fiercely into his chest as he spread himself over her like a blanket. He could sense the wild uncontrollable excitement in her body and her hands slithered between their two writhing bodies to caress the blunt throbbing tip of his penis with agile and now expert fingers. This much he had hardly expected, but it was all true. She had learned in one week in a brothel the full science of sex that it had taken him years to master. And who knows, he grinned to himself, maybe she can teach me a few things that the girls in Saigon didn't know.
Now she was arching her pelvis up to meet him, clearly inviting him to worm his long desire-stiffened rod into the warmly moist recesses of her cuntal depths, and the young man was beside himself with sensual excitement. For a moment, he was tempted to oblige and come crashing into her, but he stopped himself. In one distant corner of his lust-distorted brain, there was still the desire to punish her just a little for having been so snooty to him that day on the train. And on top of that, he wanted to draw this out and make it last all night if possible.
To him, her body was like an unexplored continent and he wanted to experience every inch of it before he planted his flag and claimed this conquered territory for himself. Raising himself up on his hands and knees, he surveyed his prize greedily, inhaling sharply as he felt her hands close around his hotly pulsating penis as if she was afraid that he was leaving her. Her fingers were soft and gentle, but she handled the jerking and quivering shaft of his cock with expert skill, pushing the smooth rubbery foreskin down as far as it would go and then dragging his penis forward as she tried to force it into the desperately-clasping little hole of her cunt. Dan drew in a sharp breath of surprised pleasure as he felt the softness of her pubic hair tease lightly at the exposed glans of his cock, and he cooperated by moving closer and allowing her to manipulate his hotly swollen penis as she desired, sliding it torturously back and forth across the moistly throbbing button of her clitoris. The sensation was delicious for both of them and the young man had to struggle with himself not to give in to the temptation to impale her on his dagger right then and there.
But it was too soon yet, and he managed to hold himself back by a forced exercise of mind over matter. Her surrender, when it came, had to be complete and absolute, and he sensed that she was not yet one hundred percent conquered. He could enter her now, if he wanted to, of course, but there would be some tiny corner of her soul left untouched and the young man wanted it all. He was going to do this "by the numbers", as they said in the army, and he still had a number of stops to make before he completed this erotic tour of duty.
She wanted it badly, that much was perfectly obvious. Jane lay beneath him almost gasping for breath as her long, voluptuously soft body writhed with undisguised lust and her fingers gently massaged his blood-filled cock, teasing the tiny slit in the end with one hand while she used the other to play with his heavily swinging balls. But he wanted her to remember this night above all others, to have an erotic experience with him which would blot out all the other men who had seared into her captive belly during her seven days as a prisoner in the brothel. And in order to accomplish this purpose, he had to stimulate her until she was virtually screaming with desire. She had to do more than merely accept his penis into the softly loving depths of her cunt; she had to cry out for it!
But Jane understood none of this, comprehending only the fact that her body was bursting out of control like a runaway mare. Her backbone seemed to be alive, frantically twisting and bucking as she reared up against her new lover, wrapping her long shapely legs up around his buttocks in a desperately yearning attempt to force him into her over-stimulated young body. Everything had changed for her now, she realized. The men who had-visited her while she was enslaved at Maxine's had taught her body to react to certain kinds of stimuli. She had learned her lessons well and if she could respond passionately to a man who had pushed the right buttons despite the fact that she hated him, there, were no limits to the kind of reaction she could experience in the arms of a man she loved! The door to sexual pleasure had been opened by Travis, and now she wanted it all at once and her mind was filled with all manner of wildly erotic images and fantasies which she made no effort to drive away.
Dan levered up on his muscular arms and looked down on her with something like pity, seeing that she was really flying high now, and deciding that it would be simple cruelty to keep her much longer in this desperate condition. There was just one more little test she had to pass, and then she would finish the course with flying colors. Moving carefully to avoid destroying the delicately submissive mood she was in, he began to inch his way up along her slender but full-breasted young body, kissing her lingeringly on the mouth as he crawled up until his buttocks rested lightly on the soft twin cushions of her breasts and his body was bent nearly double.
Her eyes were closed now and he wondered if she understood what he was going to ask of her. As he straightened up and looked down at her, his eyes locked on her parted lips, his long thick cock swung menancingly like the boom on a crane, trembling only inches from her sensually parted lips.
She'll never go for this, he warned himself, even after a week in a whorehouse! But he was determined to make the experiment, tormenting himself with the mental picture of his hard pulsating cock plunged into that delicate little mouth. He moved forward another inch, bending over a little so that the tip of his penis rested directly on her chin. Now there could be no doubt in anyone's mind what he intended to do and Dan braced himself for a cry of protest.
The girl opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no protest emerged. Instead, her tongue snaked out agilely and she stabbed desperately in the direction of his cock, the tip of her tongue flickering tantalizingly across the broad rubbery surface of the glans. Dan did not require a clearer invitation than this, inching forward again to close the gap between them and inhaling sharply as Jane began to use her tongue, swiping it lewdly back and forth across the sensitive nerve endings and then ducking her head forward to enclose the tightly-stretched skin of his cock between her red lips, accepting him joyfully into the sanctuary of her mouth.
The girl's lips were soft and smooth, forming a tight elastic ring around his hotly jerking cock and Dan could feel her swish it around inside of her saliva-filled mouth, lashing at him actively while little mewls and hums of passionate servile acceptance rumbled in her throat. His hands stole into her long blonde hair and he pushed into her a little farther as she began to suck him furiously.
This was the ultimate proof of where they stood with each other and the young man realized with a surge of emotion that if she sucked him until he came, she would be his for good and no other man would ever be able to take her away. If she made this final sacrifice of her lust-racked body, it would mean that he had conquered her completely and the idea excited him so profoundly that he began to flex his loins in and out of the tight elastic oval formed by her roundly straining lips, watching avidly as his long hardened shaft disappeared back into the vacuum-like depths of her throat.
Dan would have liked to go on all night like this, if possible, but the stimulation was too intense to last forever. He could already feel the familiar waves of heat building up frantically in his testicles and the tension in his loins became more unbearable by the moment....
There was a sudden spasm which raced through his lean aching body and the ex-soldier knew that nothing in heaven or earth could stop him now. He gripped Jane's head tightly as he began to cum powerfully into her eagerly sucking mouth, pouring the hot sticky sperm from deep in his lust-bloated balls far into the back of her throat. A low groan of ecstasy escaped Jane's tightly clasped lips as the spray of fiery hot cum spurted wetly into the cavity of her mouth, mixing with the saliva until tiny droplets overflowed her lips and trickled down over her chin in tiny little rivulets. Her throat worked frantically as she gulped this lust-inciting fluid, welcoming it into her body as if it were the nectar of the Gods.
Then it was Dan's turn to moan as he felt the last heated drops of his maleness flood into her wildly churning mouth, knowing that it was now over for him, at least for awhile. It had been so good, but so terribly short!
But the well-experienced young blonde quite clearly had other ideas about it being over. Never removing his limp, slowly deflating instrument from her cum-covered lips, she licked it tenderly like a mother cat attending to her kittens, caressing it with her mouth until the organ began once more to jerk and palpitate, doggedly filling up again with blood and returning promptly to its original hardness. Only when she was certain that she had restored him to the full turgid state of erection did she allow him to remove it from the confines of her mouth, a thin string of semen still connecting her lips to the tip of his throbbing instrument.
"Do anything you want," she murmured as Dan slid quickly down into position. "I'm all yours."
The surprised young man wasted no time in taking advantage of this offer, finding that her openly flowering vagina was totally ready. Without a moment's hesitation, he fucked into her, groaning with pleasure as he felt the powerful internal muscles of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation. He lost no time in unnecessary foreplay since he recognized that this sweet young girl would never be readier if she lived to be a hundred, and he quickly skewered up inside of her with one hotly searing stroke which carried his rigidly throbbing rod of flesh all the way from the pink-rimmed lips of her tender vagina to the sensitive resistant flesh of her cervix. The smoothly clasping walls of her cunt clung to him like warm honey and the youth nearly went out of his mind with pure pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh, it's so good," she sang to him mindlessly as he began fucking in and out of her with long, lust-arousing strokes trying to give her at last the satisfaction she had been denied for so long. Jane's whole body seemed to rise up off the bed into him, writhing and gyrating against him as if a powerful electric current were being passed steadily through her over-excited body, and he squirmed down into her with all the force in him, putting every muscle in his strong tawny body behind each relentless forward lunge.
And he knew that the release she had been crying for was not long in coming, so he rose up on his elbows, anxious to watch her face as it hit. Lewd wet smacking sounds vibrated through the room as he slammed into her again and again, each thrust carrying her closer to the brink of her orgasm.
Suddenly he felt her fingernails digging fiercely into his back and a high-pitched squeal issued from her open mouth.
"I'm cumming! It's here!" she gurgled, announcing the obvious as her legs climbed up to his back and she held onto him with all the strength in her tormented young body. It seemed to last the better part of a minute, going on and on until Dan felt himself slipping over once more, despite the fact that he had just cum a moment or two before. The two of them groaned into each other's mouths like a pair of maniacs and the room fell slowly silent.
* * *
Bob and Alice had purchased this particular bed brand-new from a reputable furniture store only a few years before, and the salesman had given the two of them a lewd wink and assured them that it was strong enough to stand up to any kind of abuse.
He was wrong. It gave out at four in the morning after Dan and Jane had given it the beating of its life, one leg finally crumbling and nearly depositing the two naked lovers on the floor.
"I guess we should stop before one of the neighbors calls the police," commented the young man, sticking a textbook under the corner to prop it up temporarily and then crawling gingerly back into place beside Jane.
"I guess so," conceded the girl reluctantly. "I was ... it was just so good! I know this sounds ridiculous, but my parents never told me it could be like this!"
"I think there were a fair number of things your parents never told you," Dan commented seriously. "Are you going to listen to me from now on?"
"Forever," she promised him devotedly. "But tell me one thing. Is it just as wonderful for you as it is for me? Am I a good little prostitute?"
"Well, you're sure worth the twenty-five bucks they were charging," Dan informed her, understanding the case considerably. "Should I pay now or in the morning?"
"By my calculations, you would owe me about two hundred bucks, Mister," she grinned back at him in the darkness. "But never mind because it's on the house. From now on, you're going to be my only customer and it's always on the house!"
