BEGGING FOR IT! "You want it, don't you?" he whispered. "You want it back inside now, don't you?" She looked away, tossing her head back and forth, unable to speak. "Just say so, just say you do, I'll give it to you again." Zena's face burned with the excitement she felt throbbing through her body, all of her hot, wet with his sweat mingling with her own, her hands clutching his hips, the powerful source of his instrument of love. "Say it, say it, I'm waiting," he teased. And then suddenly she couldn't bear it any longer. "Please, Carlos, please, put it back, put it back, do it, do it, do it to me...!" And instantly the hot prod was back, driving up through her with such force and heat she fell limp under him. She felt her hole stretch to hold all of him in a burning, almost tearing grasp, feeling him hit against the wall of her cervix, push up and pull out, push and pull, push and pull....
CHAPTER ONE
They were cousins. Not first cousins, but distant ones. And not like each other at all. One dark, quiet, sat in the back of the huge limousine, staring out the window of the car at the snow falling thickly on the country road. The other with short red hair in pretty curls around a bright cute face, hummed to the music coming from the back speakers. They had been driving for three hours now, reaching the outer parts of Long Island in the ever-thickening snow; it had been dark in the city when they left and now it was even darker. The road was completely black beyond the Cadillac's headlights.
"First time you girls been here, huh?"
The young man, who had introduced himself as Carlos, turned in the front seat and smiled at them. Zena didn't like his smile. She was the more cautious of the two cousins.
"Yup, I sure am excited. I never met my Uncle Otto before," Flo chirped brightly, "what's he like?"
Carlos rolled his eyes expressively.
Zena was already sorry they had accepted the invitations. But both girls couldn't resist getting out of their small city apartment for one weekend in the country, even with an uncle they had never met. Their families were in the midwest and they had only been in New York for six months. A rather lonely six months, too. Then came his invitation.
The driver of the car, Danny, caught Carlos's eye and both of them grinned. They both had dark hair that hung over the backs of their crisp uniform shirt collars, and dark twinkling eyes that suggested all kinds of things....
"We're almost there now," the one called Carlos, the older of the two it seemed, said. "Let's stop here for a quick drink before we get back to the house."
"I think we should keep going," Zena said. "We must be almost there...."
But it was too late. Danny pulled the car over to the side of the road. There was nothing but woods on either side of them and huge snow drifts against the trees, and more snow falling. Inside the car, though, it was warm. Suddenly Carlos was out of the front seat and in the back with the girls.
"Hey, Flo, sit up here with me," Danny said, pulling out a flask.
"No, Flo, don't...." Zena began, but Flo merely laughed and hopped over the seat into the front, exposing her panties to Carlos, who laughed.
Then Carlos, too, pulled out a flask and offered Zena a drink.
"No, thanks."
"Oh, come on, Zena, be a sport," Flo said, and with that she took a big gulp.
"Hey, what's in that stuff? Whew, that's great!"
"You like it, huh?" Danny said. "How about a little thank you, huh?"
Zena watched, horrified, as he grabbed Flo, pressing her head against the back of the seat. She watched him push his tongue far into her mouth. Flo grabbed his head by his ears and seemed to press him farther into her mouth, squirming from side to side as she did so.
"Nice?" Carlos asked Zena, moving towards her meaningfully.
"Don't you touch me ... Zena began, backing up against the side of the car.
She was horrified to see Carlos laughing. He stopped and took a long drink from the flask.
"Come on, baby, why not?"
In the front seat, Zena could see Flo taking off her coat, and then her sweater and she watched astonished as Danny licked her neck, her shoulders, taking little bites that sent Flo squealing in delight; then Danny took off her bra and began squeezing her breasts playfully.
"You'd rather watch than do it, right?" Carlos asked her.
Zena blushed. There was a growing dampness between her legs. She squeezed her legs tighter together. She looked down at the floor. Carlos lifted her chin with his big hand, tilting it back.
"Don't you like to play?"
And then he was taking off her skirt, without even unbuttoning her coat, just pushing the coat up, pulling the skirt down so it was past her knees. Zena struggled to get free.
"Hey, hey, that's not the way you play."
Carlos pushed her roughly down the length of the seat and grabbed at her pantyhose, which he pulled down easily. Then he ripped off her underpants. His hand was in her cunt, roughly fingering it to find her opening, then two of his fingers were inside, moving around in her hole.
"Let me go, let me go...." Zena's cry was muffled against Carlos' jacket, she was all bound up in her clothes, her skirt and pantyhose binding her legs, and could hardly breathe, hardly move, and the warmth from where his fingers moved inside of her began to spread up to her stomach.
Then abruptly he pulled his fingers out and moved up from her, resting on his elbows, looking down at her, laughing.
"Please, leave me alone. When my uncle finds out...!"
At that he burst into a loud laughter. "Did you hear that, Danny? When her uncle finds out!"
Danny and Flo looked over at them from the front seat. Zena saw that both were naked now and Flo had red bite marks all over her shoulders and breasts, her hair was in a mass of wild curls, her eyes bright and hot, she was laughing.
"Christ, Zena, you should see his prick. Show her your thingamajig, Danny. God, it's really something...."
But Danny pulled her down again.
"I don't want to show her, baby, I want to show you!"
Zena heard Flo gasp as Danny pushed it hard into her. My God, she thought, this is horrible, this is some nightmare....
"He won't show you because he knows mine is bigger," Carlos whispered to her, coming down on her again, "much, much bigger...."
She felt him grab for her hand and make her touch his penis, which was by now hard and bigger than any she had ever seen or even imagined, for she had seen very few men, and this ... this throbbing thing in her hand was monstrous.
"No," she cried. "No, you can't, you can't put that inside me, no, I won't let you...."
But her cries were dissolved by his hard loud laughter. She felt an intense white heat burning at her pussy, a terribly hard, hot iron pipe making its way against her tender flesh, forcing itself up and up further until she nearly fainted from the pressure, the heat, the pain. Then it was all the way inside. She could feel his big balls hitting the edges of her hole. Now, he grabbed her fiercely and squeezed it in another fraction of an inch further until she thought she would explode; then it was moving out again, sliding with all its tingling heat, sliding out, and then smack, up inside her again, until she was dazed from it, until she found herself moving her hips against her will, wanting it, wanting it to come back.
"Oh, no, Carlos, no," she heard herself screaming louder than she ever had before, screaming against his suffocating uniform jacket, screaming as he tore at her flesh. "Please, stop, you're killing me. You're tearing me apart. I can't stand it any more, I just can't stand it, you've got to stop, you can't, you can't!...."
Her voice trailed off, there was nothing now but the slide and then the fierce bang against her, the slippery slide out and the terrible wham back, until all her body was writhing with the motion.
From somewhere, she heard Danny's voice. To her horror; they were watching, they saw this being done to her, they heard her scream.
"Hey, Carlos, that's great. My god, look at that snatch. She likes it, Carlos, I think she likes it. Look at that ass move!"
It was true, in spite of herself, she was moving rapidly under him, meeting his thrust with her own force, wanting more, hating herself but wanting more.
"Look at him fuck," Flo said. "And look at Zena. I never thought she had it in her."
They were laughing. They were watching and laughing. And Carlos was laughing, too. Zena wanted to die. Almost. But first....
"How do you like it, honey?" Carlos' voice was harsh in her ear. "How do you like it now?"
And then he increased his speed, so fast she could hardly keep up with him and she could feel herself losing control....
"Oh, god, no, oh my god, no, no, oh no, it's happening, it's HAPPENING!...."
In a blinding spasm, the hot iron pipe exploded inside of her and she exploded, too; all the sticky fluids coming together in a flash of pleasure.
She heard Danny and Flo laughing in the front seat Carlos was looking down at her, his face dripping with sweat. His dick was out of her now and she saw it, wet, hot, all deep red, still hard, covered with all the juices from their fucking.
"Clean it up now," Carlos said, "clean it up."
She didn't know what he meant. He pushed her roughly down on the floor. Her cunt ached with what had just happened to her. He pushed her mouth toward his prick.
"Lick it, baby, lick it, clean it up," Carlos told her. And she had to obey. Slowly she began licking at the instrument of her own humiliation. She swallowed all the sticky juices until it was clean and shining, and still it was hard; then she found herself wanting to suck on it, wishing he would push it into her mouth. She looked up at him when she was done, tears streaming down her face. He laughed at her.
"Now you," he said. "Lie down."
She didn't know what he meant. She turned and saw Danny and Ho had disappeared once again on the front seat. She could hear heavy breathing and Flo saying little things under her breath. Carlos made her he on the seat and he knelt on the floor of the car and his mouth went down slowly into the thick patch of hair between her legs.
"It hurts, Carlos, it hurts," she cried, wishing she were dead, again.
But his mouth was soft on her, his tongue smoothly caressing all the soreness away, and slowly he began to suck on her clit. She pulled away, but he jerked her back, his hand with a tight grip on her hips. He sucked and licked and pulled at her tender inner parts with his lips until she felt the warmth turning from pain into something else, and without willing it, her body began to tremble as once more he drove her to a climax.
And then it was over. They put their clothes back on. She shoved her torn panties into her coat pocket. Flo returned to the back seat, Carlos went up front and they were driving again.
As if nothing had happened, Zena thought. It was so strange she could hardly believe any of it except for the fact that her snatch ached and felt good at the same time. But still, she hated Carlos, hated Danny and Flo, the traitor, hated all three of them for how they had humiliated her. She sat in the corner of the car and didn't say a word.
"Looks like you made an enemy," Danny said to Carlos.
Carlos only laughed. "She'll be back for more," he said.
"Come on, now, Zena, don't be angry," Flo pleaded, "I couldn't help it. It was fun, a little, wasn't it?"
But Zena sat silently. Her cunt hurt. She was tired. Outside it was snowing even more heavily, and she was going somewhere, she didn't know where, to see someone she had never met. And she would never forgive any of them.
Just then, Danny drove the car past a big open iron gate up the long driveway to a huge stone mansion. There were fields of snow glistening in the moonlight all around the enormous house. They parked in front of the main door and as Zena and Flo got out, Zena felt a cold gust of air sweep up to cool her burning pussy. She pushed her panties down further into her pocket. Carlos got their suitcases out of the limousine trunk.
"Well, look who's here. I thought you would never arrive!"
It was their uncle, Zena guessed. She disliked him almost immediately. He was heavy set, around forty, with a deep tan, and watery blue eyes. He put his arms around their shoulders and brought them inside.
"Come in, come in," he said. "How happy we are to see you."
They were brought into the main hallway, a magnificant spiral staircase stood in the center. Chandeliers sparkled. A French grandfather clock ticked loudly. There were vases and vases of fresh flowers. Zena wondered where they came from in the middle of January.
Once inside the house, Carlos and Danny became quiet respectful servants. Only once did Zena catch a sly wink from Carlos as he went up the long winding staircase with their bags.
"Come into the library for a little brandy to warm you and then we'll have a late supper with our other guests," Otto said, leading them across the hallway into a large room lined with books. A walk-in fireplace burned brightly and three velvet couches faced it. Sitting on the couches were two men, one older, Otto's age, near fifty, who looked like a very rich business man, handsome with greyish sideburns and an expensive grey silk suit. His name was Harold, Otto told them. Flo was immediately charmed by him. Zena watched, disgusted, as Flo sat at his side and flirted over her brandy glass.
The other man was younger. He was introduced as Rudy, Otto's personal aide, secretary, whatever. He was very thin and pale and quiet. Zena found herself seated next to him. She was glad when he didn't speak.
In a few minutes they all went into the large and beautiful dining room. Zena was shocked to find Danny and Carlos serving the food. Carlos came up behind her with a big plate of assorted meats. He smiled slightly, bowing his head a little. She thought of how he had fucked her. She chose her food hurriedly and ate hungrily, feeling very tired and dazed by everything that had happened. She couldn't understand how Flo managed to keep laughing and chattering and amusing everyone with her small talk. She did notice that Flo never mentioned what had happened, nor did she even look at Danny. All her attention was on Harold, who Flo now called Harry.
After dinner and dessert, an extravagant French chocolate mouse, more French pastries, and espresso, Otto sat back in his chair with a sly smile on his face.
"Well, Rudy," he said, "what do you think of our guests?"
Rudy, who had not said a word throughout the meal, now sat back in his chair at the opposite end from Otto. His smile was thin and hard, his eyes had a veiled look. Zena felt herself shiver involuntarily in her seat.
"Interesting," Rudy said, pushing some of his thick black hair away from his face with a bored gesture.
"I just realized," Otto said, "that we forgot to illuminate our art collection. What a pity! Carlos, would you do it now, please?"
Carlos obediently left the room and abruptly bright lights were turned on under the neat row of paintings that hung on all four walls of the dining room. Before, the only light had been the candles on the table. Now the whole room glittered in all the light and everyone stared at the paintings.
They were all of nude couples, most of opposite sexes, some of the same sex, depicted in various lovemaking scenes. Zena turned her head slowly to examine the other walls. She felt her face grow hot. There was one of a young man who looked like Carlos, standing, laughing against a window, looking over his shoulder at a group of people outside. But he was nude. At his feet was a young girl, and his penis was halfway into her awaiting mouth, as if caught in mid-motion. Her eyes were closed tightly. Zena remembered how she had felt in the car, and her cunt grew hot again thinking of it....
"Wow! Look at that one! Where did you get these, Uncle Otto?" Flo asked, leaning forward in her seat to get a better look at the paintings across from her.
"Please, Florence, dear, please, just call me Otto. You make me feel so old with the 'Uncle'."
"I'll call you Otto if you call me Flo. Not Florence. Sounds like Florence Nightingale."
"It's a deal. Now, as to where these paintings were obtained ... heh, heh, that's quite another story. Let's say they were done by a friend, commissioned by me. Actually, he did them right here on my estate, several months ago."
"I would swear that one is Danny," Flo said, popping a bite of chocolate eclair into her mouth.
Danny at that point was making the rounds of the table, pouring everyone some after-dinner port and offering second helpings of the delicious French pastry.
The particular painting Flo mentioned was of a young man, who bore a marked resemblance to Danny, and a young woman, nude, he sitting on a straight-backed wooden chair in a large empty room and the woman as seated on top of him, his hands on her buttocks, fingers pressed into the flesh, his mouth on her breast.
"And that one," Flo continued brightly, as if they were discussing paintings in a museum, "hey, that looks like him...." she pointed to Rudy with a laugh. "That is you, isn't it? Hey, do we get our paintings done or is that only for special guests?"
"It all depends," Otto said, sipping delicately on his port, "on how well you do," he continued, carefully placing the lovely crystal goblet down on the table.
Everyone's attention was now on the painting that looked like Rudy. This one was an especially shadowy and unreal painting. In it was the man who looked like Rudy, wearing an unbuttoned pale blue shirt and nothing else, laying on a white couch in a perfectly white room. At the foot of the couch was a large white dog with a diamond collar, his eyes were pale green and glowed slightly, he was licking the soles of Rudy's bare feet. But in the main part of the picture were the two young boys, also naked, about eleven or twelve years old, slender, not quite mature, and they were laughing, one perched on the arm of the couch leaning over Rudy, or whoever it was, tickling his face with a long white ostrich feather. The young boy's penis rested, slightly elongated, near the man's head. The other boy was sitting mischievously on the man's legs, holding a bunch of grapes and seemingly about to throw them at the man, several grapes lay on the man's chest, several on the floor, large and purple and glistening.
"That sure is strange," Flo said, biting into the last piece of her eclair.
"Not exactly to our tastes, my dear, is it?" Harry murmured to Flo, which sent Flo into loud laughter.
"Come on, Otto, tell me how I can get my picture up on the wall," Flo demanded, only half seriously.
Otto regarded her carefully.
"My dear child, these are all actual scenes. I only like art to reflect real life. Now, if you could produce a scene which would merit an artistic work, which would preserve that scene for all time on canvas...."
Impulsively, Flo was out of her chair, her shoes off, and standing on the table, which was now clear. Harry applauded.
"Take off your clothes," Otto said softly, but there was a hint of a command in it.
With the lights blazing, all eyes upon her, Danny and Carlos standing attentively at the side of the table, Flo slowly hiked up her skirt and slipped gracefully out of her sheer pantyhose, revealing fine white legs and small pink feet, next she unbuttoned her blouse, all the while revolving with a smile. Otto watched from behind his glass of port. Harry hummed a tune and kept time with his fork against his plate. Rudy merely lit a cigarette and sat back, watching her with some interest. And Zena was horrified, but said nothing.
The blouse removed, Flo removed her bra, revealing full breasts with rosy circles and everyone could see her hard nipples as if they were reaching out to be touched, kissed, bitten, or something. Now Flo tossed the bra on the chair where she had been sitting and unzipped her skirt and removed it. She was totally naked and swayed a little dizzily. Zena thought, she must be drunk out of her mind. But Zena had never seen her cousin nude, and now, as Flo turned so that her smooth white buttocks hovered over Zena's head, she felt herself become uncomfortable.
Just then the lights around the room dimmed, and Carlos appeared from out of nowhere, it seemed, his naked body glowing in the soft dim lighting.
"Lie down, Florence," came Otto's commanding voice.
As if in a trance, Flo ob-eyed.
"Spread your legs apart now," Otto ordered.
Once again, Flo did as he said. Now she was writhing slowly on the hard glistening wood of the table, her warm white body only inches away from all of them as they sat in their seats, their wine glasses still in front of them and little dishes of fruit still around the table. Now Carlos, his manhood erect in front of him, astonishingly big, the veins in it a dark purple, moved effortlessly to the top of the massive table and knelt between Flo's outstretched legs. He began slowly to caress her, placing small kisses under her breasts and on her stomach.
Zena watched in stunned silence. The worst of it was she felt an unbelievable sting of jealousy, of not wanting Flo to have Carlos as she had had. She pushed this feeling down. Her own thighs were damp and she wriggled uncomfortably in her seat, wishing she could get up, knowing there was no where to go, unable to look at Otto, or Harry, who was still humming.
"Have some wine, Carlos," said Otto softly, handing him his crystal goblet.
Carlos took the wine and unexpectedly poured it over Flo's body. Flo laughed as the dark red fluid trickled over her breasts and ran down her stomach. Carlos rubbed it into her skin and sucked it off her nipples.
"Have some cream, Carlos," came Harry's voice now, handing Carlos the small pitcher of cream. This Carlos poured on Flo's thighs, and once again he sucked at it, licked it, moving his mouth slowly to her crotch.
"Oh, Carlos, fuck me, please fuck me," came Flo's agonized voice, low, but they all heard. She moaned again, "Now, Carlos, fuck me now, do it now, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, stick it inside of me...."
But still Carlos only moved slowly over her body, like a devoted servant, intent upon spreading the cream in her cunt. Now he took little bits of fruit and put them in his mouth and then, moving over her face, transferred them from his mouth to hers. Then he took some grapes and everyone watched as he pushed them inside her cunt, three, then four, then five, pushing them gently inside....
"No, Carlos, no," Flo was moaning, her hips revolving slowly, up and down, "no more, no more."
But he pushed more in, and more, and she kept moving her buttocks up and down off the hard wooden table. And then he knelt and with his tongue removed each grape and they watched his dark face, now glistening with sweat, eat each grape which he removed from her pussy, he would eat one and smile and lick at the reddish-brown fur around her cunt, and take little nibbles at her thighs. Flo's movements were becoming more and more frantic now as she kept asking him to fuck her, fuck her, please fuck her. But Carlos seemed to be waiting some further instructions from Otto, for occasionally he would look up at him.
Once, too, he looked over at Zena, his face dripping with sweat. He grinned at her and stuck out his tongue, moving it back and forth. She could see it was purple from the grapes and she swallowed hard and looked away. But she wished, almost, that she was Flo, on the table ... but no, she hated Flo, she hated him....
"Now, Carlos now. Give the young lady what she wants."
And instantly Carlos' enormous prick was pushing its way inside Flo.
"Ohhhhhh. Oh, no, oh, no, oh...." Flo seemed, even in her moaning, to be surprised at the size and suddenness of Carlos' quick push into her.
Harry leaned forward in his seat, reached out a hand to touch Flo's sweating face, then leaned forward and, as Carlos continued ramming it into Flo, pushed his own tongue into her mouth, leaning over the table to do so. When he sat back again, Flo was smiling, almost dizzily, her thighs and the cheeks of her ass slapping with little hard sounds against the wooden table.
"Oh, christ, Carlos, what are you doing...." They noticed that Carlos had become more insistent, pushing much harder now inside her.
Flo writhed helplessly beneath him on the table. She thought how good it had felt at first to have him entering her, but now all this strength and force was sending a terrible burning ache throughout her body. Once again she lay helplessly pinned as Harry moved his smooth handsome face over to her and she felt him push her mouth open with his; and his tongue moved in and out of her mouth as Carlos' dick moved in and out of her cunt, faster and harder, and Flo could hardly breathe between the two of them, with something in each opening, she felt her mouth suck at Harry's tongue the way she felt her pussy suck at Carlos' prick, in spite of herself, with everyone watching, she knew, all watching them do this to her, she couldn't help it, she didn't care, actually she liked it, she liked the hard stick inside her, hurting her even, she liked Harry, his hand now between Carlos's chest and hers, playing with her breasts, driving her wild, his hand between them both down in her cunt hair, and then back up, pushing her chin up as he leaned to kiss her hard, just as Carlos pushed it this time so far up, so hard, she couldn't stand it ... she grew hotter and hotter ... her buttocks hit the table harder and harder ... her arms ached where Carlos had her pinned to the table.
"Ooooohhhhh, please, ohhhh, no more, no more," she moaned, "oh no, oh no," she cried as she felt her body tightening, the fierce ache spreading, her legs stretched tight, and then it all broke open...."Oh, god. Oh god, Oh Carlos, Oooohhhhhhhhh!...." She was coming, her body jerking up and down, Carlos never stopping for an instant. She heard him panting in her ear, felt Harry's tongue penetrate her other ear, and it was over, but Carlos had not stopped, and the fire began again and again only a few moments later she pushed upwards with all her strength and let out a long terrible moan, her hands reaching out, knocking over glasses, her feet struggling....
"Come on, baby," Carlos chanted, "come on, do it again, do it again, let's see you have another one...."
And she did, as streams of fluid ran out of her cunt, her thighs were slippery, and still Carlos never stopped. His strong body moved continually over hers, everyone could hear his low snarling, they all sat, Harry now sitting back, his own face glistening with sweat, Zena hardly able to sit in her seat, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, wishing she still had her panties on, and Otto smiling still behind his crystal goblet, approving, it seemed, approving everything. They watched Carlos' body grow more and more demanding, until finally they could hear his own low groan and they saw Flo collapse, still, under the flood of his orgasm.
Then it was over. From the far end of the table, still stretched out on her back, thoroughly exhausted, Flo could hear someone applauding.
"Our audience approves," Carlos whispered as he slowly pulled his penis out of her and got up from the table. He gracefully slid off the table and disappeared into the shadows of the room.
Slowly Flo sat up. The pain in her crotch almost made her lay back again, but she smiled bravely. It was Rudy who had applauded. He made her feel cheap and stupid. She saw Harry's perspiring face. She remembered his kisses and turned away from him in disgust. And Otto. She got off the table and began putting her clothes back on.
"No, no," Otto said, interrupting her.
At that moment Danny appeared with a long velvet robe, which he helped her into. Flo could not meet his eyes either. She wondered how many times he and Carlos had performed like this.
Leaving the others, still seated at the great dining room table, Flo obediently followed Danny upstairs. Her legs ached as she climbed the winding staircase. Danny walked ahead of her, wordless, carrying her clothes and shoes. Her bra hung over his arm, she noticed, waving like a flag in front of her. The robe he had given her was soft and beautiful, a deep green velvet. Finally he led her into a huge white bedroom, with thick white carpeting, a king-size bed, with a white fur spread, and lovely lamps hung with crystal teardrops. From this room, where she noticed hers and Zena's suitcases standing on luggage trays, near the enormous double dresser of white French provincial wood with gold trim, Danny led her into a shimmering silver bathroom. It was a bathroom whose walls and ceiling were all mirrors, with silver colored towels and a silver rug, a deep silver tub which was now almost filled with sudsy warm water.
"I started the tub when I thought you'd be almost done," Danny told her.
"How could you tell?" she asked curiously, as he slipped off her robe. She watched the multi-reflections of her naked, tired body, still damp with sweat and pink from the heat of sex. Danny seemed not to notice.
"It was easy, watching you crawl around like that on the table, hearing you, I had a pretty good idea how much you could take. Also, how much Carlos could give."
"He sure can give a lot," she murmured, stepping carefully into the hot tub.
Danny hung her robe over a white velvet chair in the bedroom and returned. He picked up a hairbrush and gently brushed her hair as she lay in the tub.
"Spread your legs apart," he told her, "and let that warm water ease that cunt of yours. It sure has been a busy night."
She did as he told her and was instantly sorry.
"Owwww!"
Danny laughed, continuing to brush her hair.
"That hurts," Flo said. "Goddamn all you men and your big pricks. I'm going to run off to a goddamn convent and forget about sex."
"Then you can get balled by nuns. That must be a gas...."
"Girls never turned me on too much," Flo admitted with a sigh.
"That's ridiculous," Danny said. "Under the right conditions anybody or anything could turn anyone on."
"Not me."
"You never know," he said, as if knowing something she didn't.
Flo lay back dreamily in the tub. Now Danny set the brush aside and gently massaged her temples and neck. His hands were surprisingly skilled, Flo thought.
"Just what is Uncle Otto's game, anyway? What goes on here?"
"Same thing that went on tonight. He's just a rich man who can afford to do what most people would like to do."
But Flo thought it was not as simple as that. It couldn't be. But she had difficulty in keeping her mind on it. After all the wine and all the sex, with Danny soothing her head and the water getting in between her legs and soothing her aching private parts, she fell into a doze.
Danny tickled her ear with his tongue and she woke up.
"Did you like Carlos better than me?" he asked, playfully. She could tell he wasn't angry.
Flo smiled, "Well," she teased, "it's hard to say. We didn't have too much space on the front seat. But it was nice. But then again, Carlos does have something...."
"Nothing I don't have."
"It's not the equipment really, is it? It's how you use it. But you're pretty good, Danny ... only .. "Only what?"
"I don't know. We'll have to try again sometime under better conditions."
"Any time you're ready, baby."
"My god, Danny, give me a break. My twat is so sore now I can hardly piss."
Danny laughed.
"You are unbelievable," he said, "after a good night's sleep you'll be ready for more."
"I doubt it."
But she knew he was right.
"You sure are different from that other girl, that cousin of yours. Where'd you find her?"
"Oh, she's all right," Flo said, yawning, "takes a little time, I guess, that's all...."
"Well, we've got plenty of that here. I guess Otto will get around to her tonight at the party."
"Party?" Flo sat up in the tub and spun around. "What party?"
"Otto has a party on Friday nights at midnight. The other people should be here soon."
"More people? I can't believe it. I don't think I can stay awake."
"You still have time for a quick nap before it starts. Someone will come up to dress you at about eleven-thirty."
"Are you serious? I can dress myself, thank you."
"Not for Otto's parties you can't. He provides the costumes."
"But I'll never make it, I'll fall asleep."
"That can be taken care of. Otto will give you some special tonic of his that'll keep you awake for hours."
"What if I don't want to go?"
Danny laughed, something strange behind his laugh, Flo felt.
"You have no choice," he said, simply, "you have to go."
"Well, then, I'd better take that nap. The water's getting cold, anyway. I hate a cold bath."
"You just like everything hot, right?"
Smiling, he scrubbed her with a soft pink sponge until her body was glowing, he drained the water from the tub and led her to a glass enclosed shower, where she rinsed herself off in more hot water. Out of the shower, Danny rubbed her with thick white towels and together they went out to the bedroom.
"I feel great," Flo said. "I don't want to get under the covers, I just want to lay on that fur."
Danny shut all the lights but one small lamp in the corner of the room. Flo watched him draw the drapes together, tidy up the bathroom, and return to the bed. She liked him, she decided, even though there was something about him she was not sure of. She thought she almost trusted him. He was not like Otto, did not have that certain weird look about him, or like Rudy. She remembered Rudy clapping his hands in the silence of the room. She shivered.
"How does that fur feel?" Danny asked her, smoothing it with his hand.
"Pretty good. Haven't you ever slept on it?"
"Who me? I just work here, lady."
"Try it."
He lay down beside her.
"Not like that," Flo laughed, "how can you feel it through your clothes? I swear, Danny, you are dumb."
Playfully, she reached over, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off while he lay still, like he didn't realize what she was doing. She took off his belt and then his shoes and socks, and then pulled down his pants.
"You're not helping me," she laughed, "you just lay there and let me do all the work."
"Why not? I just work here, lady, like I said."
"How much does he pay you?"
Now she was pulling off his bikini-type briefs. She wasn't surprised to see he had a good-sized hard-on. She told herself she was crazy to be doing this, but somehow she knew she did things in spite of herself. Already she could feel her vagina quiver a little in anticipation.
Finally, all his clothes off, she kissed him gently on the lips.
"How does it feel?"
"What?"
"The fur, stupid, how does it feel?"
"Oh, the fur! Feels great," he teased, one finger playing with her breast. "I told you so."
"So you did, so you did."
He fingered her breast with one finger, stroking the nipple until it was hard. Then he felt down into the fur of her snatch.
"I can feel your clit," he said, "it feels hard. Was it hard like that for Carlos?"
She became annoyed. "I don't know," she said, pushing his hand away, "ask him."
He looked at her for a long silent moment. She grew afraid of his dark unsmiling eyes, the lips, full, not playful any more. He frightened her.
"Danny ... what's the matter?"
"Did you like it with Carlos?"
"I told you...."
"You told me nothing, bitch, I saw you. I saw how you liked it, you bitch ... you're my girl, not his! I picked you, I had you first!"
Suddenly his hand reached out and hit her hard across the face. Flo couldn't believe it. How could he be so gentle and sweet one moment and the next be like this? She was sorry she had said anything about Carlos. She hadn't guessed how jealous he was. Her face stung from his slap.
"At least he didn't hit me," she retorted, immediately sorry she said it when another slap hit her on her ear, stinging.
"He didn't do a lot of things I can do," Danny said, his voice tight and low.
"Come on, Danny, I was only playing...."
But it was no use. He was no longer playing. She had gotten into more than she bargained for.
"Turn over," he said, fiercely.
"Danny...."
"Turn over, bitch, on your stomach. I'm going to fuck you good!...."
"Danny!"
"That's right, on your belly, now get those knees up, kneel down, you bitch, you pussy! I'll show you who's better, me or Carlos, I'll show you something he hasn't shown you, move those legs apart. I said move 'em and up on your knees, now keep that head down, that's right, that's just right ... now I'm going to give you something ... like a gift ... get it ... ha, ha ... from me to you, baby ... a special gift that fits in right here ... there ... oh ... it's right in there ... isn't it? You bitch, open it up! Or I'll tear it open for you ... what's the matter, cunt, hasn't anybody ever fucked you in the ass before?"
"Danny ... please ... please don't ... that hurts....Danny, I can't ... it won't fit! It's too big! Christ, Danny, that hurts me!...."
"Good ... that's good, that's real good ... now you just keep that old ass up in the air like that ... so I can feel those nice ... soft ... cheeks ... that nice tight asshole .. right there ... nice ... it's going in real nice...."
"Danny ... you can't ... Danny ... that hurts! Stop ... you're not ... you can't ... it won't go in ... you're too big, you're hurting me! Stop, you must stop ... it won't fit ... it's too big!...."
"It's just right, kid, it's just right, it's just my size ... fits real fine, just right, I like a nice tight piece of ass ... a little hole to stick it in ... one that's good ... and ... tight ... and feels like it's grabbing my dick, just eating it up, swallowing it up...."
"Oh god ... Please .. stop! ... YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!...."
"Just one little bit more, baby, just another ... inch ... or so ... it'll be all in ... just one more push...."
'Wo ... no ... no! ... For god's sake .. TAKE IT OUT ... TAKE IT OUT!...."
"There, there we go ... there, there it is, there, there ... it's in ... how's that now? How does that feel up your tight little asshole? Feels good, right? Let me feel your cunt, oh, yes, woooooeeeee! That poor little cunt's neglected, isn't it, wow, my fingers are dripping wet. God, that's a crying cunt, that's what it is, crying because it's empty and something else is filled up, ha ha ha...."
"Please, Danny, don't, don't go back and forth like that, Danny, take your hand out of my cunt, goddamn you, you bastard, you fucking bastard, stop it ... I said stop it ... oh, no, oh! ... No...."
"What am I doing? Just playing with your clit a little, just moving it in and out a little, feels good, that good old tight hole of yours. If I put my hand up inside your pussy I can feel my rod hitting against your ass, feels good ... don't it, baby, feels real ... good!...."
"Danny, stop now, please, let me rest for god's sake, haven't I been through enough? I thought you were nice
"Nice and what, baby?"
"Don't, don't push it in so fast, I can't ... I can't stand it!"
"A nice what, baby? What's the matter, kid? Can't you talk? Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can do something, ha ha. Is this better, is this better now?"
"Please! ... Don't do that ... let go ... let go . .
"Not until I'm good and ready, baby, I like this clit of yours, it's a tough little clit, nice and fat and juicy, I like that kind of clit, I like a nice wet cunt that I can slide my fingers in and out of, a clit I can squeeze, like this...."
"No ... no ... don't do that!...."
"You can't help it, baby, you can't help it, can you, man, you're moving that ass, anyway, aren't you? Getting the hang of it now, aren't you? Getting to like that stiff rod up your asshole, aren't you? Wowee. Feel that cunt squirt juice, feel that nice fat clit between my fingers, let me give it just one more little squeeze...."
"Let go ... let go ... stop ... stop ... I can't help it! I can't help it. . take it out. . take it out! ... Stop! Before I...."
"Before what, baby? That cunt can't get any wetter, that ass can't get any tighter ... woooooeeeee, that feels tight and I know what's going to happen, I know what'll happen, come on, baby, let's go, let's go, let's make her come, let's make her...."
"Hurry, Danny, hurry ... I can't stand it ... my cunt, my cunt...."
"Let's go, baby, let's go, come on, come on, keep moving that ass, keep that ass going!...."
"Oh no ... Oh god, no! ... Oh christ, oh no ... I can't help it ... I'M GOING TO COME ... I'M GOING TO COME ... OH NO ... DANNY! ... OHKfflDFIHHHHHHH!"
The next moment she could feel Danny's throbbing dick let loose its hot flow of sperm into her rectum, seething inside, hot, burning as her own come continued.
Her anus contracted spasmodically with his coming. Finally he stopped and slowly, painfully, pulled out of her....
"Quick," he said, pulling her off the bed, her body dazed and confused. "Can't get a puddle on that fur spread, can we?" He was laughing now and friendly again.
He led her to the bathroom and gently washed her and dried her, then washed himself as she watched, leaning against the cold mirror-wall, unable to think of anything, just staring at him, dazed. When he was done he led her back into the bed and pulled down the covers, then tucked her in.
"That's a good little girl," he whispered, pulling his clothes on rapidly, "I've got to get back to work. See you later, baby. You just have time for a quick nap!"
With that, he was gone.
CHAPTER TWO
Meanwhile downstairs, Otto, Rudy, Harry and Zena were led by Otto into the massive library once again, where some unseen servant had kept the fire going full blast right through dinner, so it was blazing and waiting for them when they returned. Zena was still in a state of dizziness from Flo's escapade on the dining room table. She sat on the edge of the velvet couches, taking small sips at her refilled glass of port, only half hearing the conversation of the others.
Suddenly the group turned to her.
"You are so reticent, my dear, you seem to be lost in thought."
"Her mind is still on dessert, perhaps," Rudy quipped.
"Rudy, Rudy, you are terrible. Although, I must confess, it was a rather sweet aftermath."
"But too rich for her tastes, I think," Rudy answered.
"Well?" Otto demanded. "Were you shocked?"
"Not really." Zena lied, calmly, "although I must say, it was different than my usual dinner experiences."
Otto laughed loudly and coarsely.
"Different! I'll bet it was different!"
"I bet she got hot just watching it," Harry said, smiling lewdly in Zena's direction, although not meeting her furious stare.
"Now, now," Otto interrupted, "let's be nice to our guest, Miss Prissy-Pussy here...."
With that they all burst into cruel laughter.
Zena stood up. "If you think I'm going to take this abuse from you...."
"Calm down, my dear, calm down," Otto said, coming over to her.
She pulled away to avoid his touch.
"Besides," Rudy murmured into his drink, "where would you go? There's ten feet of snow out there and it is rather dark. Rather dark."
"And about five degrees above," Harry added.
"Whereas," Otto continued, "in here it is comfortable, warm, entertaining and presently we shall have a lovely masquerade ball which you wouldn't want to miss."
Zena stood up again, horrified.
"Oh, no, I am not going to any more sick obscene displays...."
"But of course you will," Rudy said, his dark eyes glaring at her, "you are our guest."
"I'd like to go to sleep now."
"Sorry, but it's much, much too soon for that. Besides, you must get dressed."
Zena stared at the three of them, all sitting smiling at her. They were right, there was no escape out of the house. Not now, at night, anyway. Tomorrow, in the daylight, she would do it. If Flo wanted to stay in this sick place, let her. Tomorrow she would leave. She sat down again.
"There's a good girl," Harry said, coming over to pat her knee. "She knows when to listen to reason."
The others laughed. Just then Carlos entered the room.
"The ballroom is ready, sir," he said.
Zena looked at his expressionless face as Carlos stood before them, completely dressed, calm, his hair neatly combed. She could not believe that just a short while ago he and Flo were screwing a few inches away from her on the dining room table!
"Good, Carlos, check the kitchen and see that the midnight snacks are prepared and then you may take the next few hours off."
"Thank you, sir."
"See you at the festivities!" Rudy said slyly.
Carlos turned and nodded, half smiling, towards Rudy. Then he left the room.
"Well," Otto said, "how shall we amuse ourselves until the ball begins?"
"We may as well begin by getting dressed," Rudy said, looking bored.
"Let's dress each other," Harry suggested, with a wink to Otto.
"Yes. Splendid idea! We can begin with Miss Prissy Pussy here. Oh, pardon, Zena, I slipped. Come, join us in the costume room."
Against her will, but helpless to Otto's commands, Zena followed them out of the library, down the long hallway to a back room. It was a room whose walls were-lined with racks and racks of costumes, with shelves of masks and wooden swords and other accessories.
In the center of all this was a small wooden platform.
Harry took Zena's hand and led her to the center of this, it was about one foot off the floor, so she stood now just a few inches taller than them.
"Now, let me see here," came Otto's voice, as he pushed rows of clothes aside and rummaged for something suitable.
"First we'll take this off," Rudy said, his voice menacing.
He deliberately unbuttoned her sweater and removed it. Then he slipped one finger under her bra strap and pushed it down over her shoulder, then did the same with the other. She stood, with her two straps down, just staring at Rudy's pale face, his eyes examining her as if she were a store mannequin. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her ankles. She stood still, a strange sensation spreading over her body. She felt as if she could not move, could not leave, could do nothing but stand there, humiliated by this cruel, bored man with his long thin fingers and strange jeering mouth.
"My god, she has no panties on!" Harry exclaimed, delighted.
Rudy then unhooked her bra and dropped it to the platform. Otto and Harry were half watching, half looking through the costumes. Then Rudy helped her step out of her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose for her. She stood there, naked, but not cold, not embarrassed, just stone still, wondering what would happen next. She almost felt as if she didn't care.
"Hey, Harry, what do you think of this one?"
Otto and Harry were in the far corner of the room, Rudy turned to her and smiled, but it was not a happy smile, more the smile of a cat about to pounce on a mouse.
Zena held her chin a little higher, as if nothing he could do could bother her. Rudy picked up a long slender cane from a shelf among the helmets, wigs and swords. He twirled it, his eyes never leaving her body. He never let it fall or slip from his fingers, he twirled it expertly. Then he stopped.
"You have a very nice body, Zena," he said, quietly.
She didn't reply, but looked beyond him. He could not humiliate her, she thought, she would not allow him to get to her no matter what he did, she did not care. Tomorrow she would be gone, and Rudy would be nonexistent.
"Nice tits," he continued, and nudged them with the edge of the cane, which was cold and made her shiver, but she tried to hide it.
With the cane he drew a line down her stomach to her pubic hair, which was dark and bushy. Rudy traced an outline of it with the cane. Zena pretended not to notice. She saw that Otto and Harry had gone into a large closet, which seemed to be full of shoes; they were in there, now out of sight. She could hear them laughing, exclaiming about the different shoes. Now Rudy moved the cane between her thighs, and again she shivered. Then, unexpectedly, he began exploring the outer lips of her vagina with it, stroking them with the cold, pointed tip of the cane. Zena would not look at him. But she could not escape either, she felt for some unexplainable reason, glued to the spot. Her mind was in a torment of emotions she could not put together, could not even think straight. As the cane made its way deeper inside, and Rudy was closer to her, she could feel his breath on her breast as he expertly moved the cane into her, pushing it just slightly inside her where she was aware it was wet and sticky. Then, abruptly, he pulled the cane out, wiping the tip with his fingers.
"A little damp in there, eh?" he said, smiling that same strange smile, placing his fingers to his nose and sniffing at them, "I like a good strong cunt smell," he murmured into his hand.
Now the cane was on her thighs tracing a zigzag pattern and then he was at her side, running it up and down her ribs and side, then at her back, tracing it down her spine and then between her buttocks, probing.
"Not a bad ass," he commented, "although a little full for my tastes."
Zena said nothing. She felt her face flame red. She gritted her teeth harder as she felt the cane strike her hard suddenly across her buttocks, with a swift sharp sting. She didn't move.
"Didn't you feel a thing, eh?" Rudy said, his breath now on the back of her neck. "Let's see if this one does anything for you."
And again the cane came sharply on her round white cheeks, which grew hot, and Zena, without wanting to, let out a little wince of pain. Rudy laughed at this and she felt the cane move again, slowly drawing a line down her spine so that her body was hot and cold at once, then the tip of the cane entered her anus and moved around in there. Zena could hardly stand still now. Her crotch grew wetter and wetter and her knees rubbed along side of each other in growing pain and embarrassment. Then, abruptly, he stopped. He walked around in front of her, still smiling, and faced her, forcing her eyes to meet his.
"You have possibilities," he said, "I like strong women, women who put up a fight."
He knelt then and to her horror he pushed one leg out slightly and inspected her pussy, moving it open with his fingers.
"It's very dark red," he commented, "and very sticky, with a little round pearl of a clit," which he rubbed with two fingers, around and around.
Zena could feel waves of excitement begin coming over her body as she stood there, stiff, shivering and hot at the same time, feeling the muscles in her vagina begin to contract just slightly. Then Rudy stood up, smiling at her condition.
"Not bad," he said, and walked away to the closet where Otto and Harry were.
Zena was mortified. She hated him, but he had succeeded in arousing her against her own will, and now he left her like this, hot and cold, naked on a platform, her clothes at her feet, her cunt dripping small drops down her thighs.
The three of them were back in a few moments, and Otto took one look at her red blushing face, and the two marks on her buttocks, and knew what had happened.
"Started something he couldn't finish?" he asked.
They slipped something long and cold over her head, a dress made of crisp, raw silk, a dark blue material that went down to the floor. It zipped in the back and as Harry did the zipper, Otto took both her breasts and pushed them out through two round holes cut for that purpose. There was another circle at her crotch, where her black fuzz stuck out just slightly, and another hole behind her, exposing the center of her buttocks. Zena stared in horror at the dress. It went down past her ankles, had a high collar and long sleeves, but the holes exposed anything that was worth seeing, exposed her in a terrible humiliating way. Then they gave her a pair of soft leather slippers and Rudy brushed her long brown hair as Otto stood back to see the final effect.
"Stunning, my dear, absolutely stunning!"
"I've never seen anything like it," Harry exclaimed, his voice nervous and excited. "Where did you get it?"
But Otto just smiled and did not answer him.
"Would you like to be the first to try it out?" he asked.
"You bet! I got a hard-on from the minute she put it on."
"What about you, Rudy, would you like to finish what you began, or shall we let Harry have her?"
Harry laughed, uncomfortably, fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.
Zena stared from one to the other. Her mind spun, what would they do to her next? Which one would she have to suffer through? And how would they do it? And why did she feel so excited, her blood tingling, her hands shaking? She was as nervous as Harry.
"What about you, Otto? After all, she is your guest," Rudy said, his tone was teasing.
"Not to my taste, exactly, but thank you, anyway."
Zena felt her face grow hotter and redder at this last remark. Now she was a mouse being toyed with before the final kill. They were tossing her back and forth, deciding which would devour her.
"Well, Harry, my good man, it's between you and I. Or at least, who gets her first. I can think of one or two things I would like to do with her."
"So can I," Harry said, swallowing hard, "so can I."
"Let's let the young lady decide," Otto suggested.
But Zena stared past them, still in her defiant silence. Whatever they planned, she began to think of a way to run out of the room before they could get her ... but to go where? She might find Flo, see if Flo could hide her ... but where was Flo? Her mind raced, desperately....
"She's not going to be much help," Harry said, beginning to stroke Zena's left breast as it stuck rudely out of the circle in the dress.
Now he plays with me as if I am a toy he is deciding whether or not to buy, Zena thought, but she did not move, or make any hint that she was aware that Harry's hand now held her entire breast, kneading it with his ringers as if it were a mound of fresh white clay under his hand.
"Well, Harry, you are our guest, after all," Rudy said, finally, "I will defer to you."
"Why, thank you, Rudy, I thought you'd never say it!" Harry laughed, now grabbing Zena's other breast with his right hand, and squeezing it rhythmically.
"Of course, you don't mind if we watch, do you, Harry?" Otto murmured slowly.
"Not at all," returned Harry, his hand working down to the hole in the dress which exposed her crotch, "not at all, old man, look to your heart's delight."
"We will, we will," Rudy said, "I want to see if she's as hard as she seems."
Zena stared icily ahead as Harry climbed up on the platform and began slowly kissing her breasts, first one, then the other, taking the tip of her soft brown nipples in his teeth and pulling on them, then sucking on the whole nipple, pulling it into his mouth where he ran his tongue in small circles around it, then sucking on it again. Zena was aware of Otto and Rudy, seated comfortably on a black leather couch, watching.
Harry's hands moved to the hole in the front of her dress, which allowed plenty of room for his hands to reach in and explore the now soaking wet crotch, then to explore her rear opening, all the while his mouth making little pulling, sucking noises around her breasts. Then Harry pulled her to him, and she felt him rubbing his body against hers, his chest crushing against her breasts, naked and sensitive to the smooth silk of his suit, and she smelled his expensive men's cologne. She felt the hard bulge at his fly, felt him push it up against her and rub it against the spongy hair that stuck out from the opening in the dress. Then he let her go.
"She's like ice," he said, almost laughing, still nervous and slightly uncomfortable, to Otto and Rudy, who nodded in agreement. "Let's see if I can melt her. Rudy, hand me that chair."
Rudy handed him a straight-backed antique wooden chair, elaborately carved, and Harry placed it on the platform facing Zena, then he instructed her to place her hands on the seat of the chair, her chin over the back of the chair, facing Otto and Rudy's smiling faces. Still Zena said not a word, stared past them even when she heard Harry remove his pants behind her and feel through the back opening for her wet snatch. And she felt the insistent hard knob of his penis move slowly from behind and feel for her vaginal entrance, where it was moist and burning, and she felt the dull ache as he began to enter her....
At that moment she moved quickly, pushed over the chair and made an attempt to get to the door, but Otto and Rudy were too quick for her. In an instant, both laughing cruelly, they forced her back to the chair, her face blazing now, her eyes furious, like a trapped animal.
"You can't make me, you filthy, disgusting, perverted...."
Rudy raised his hand and slapped it hard against her mouth.
"Shut up," he said in a low fierce tone, "just shut up." And to the others he continued, "I was afraid of that. This one's got a lot of spirit in her."
Once again they placed her on the chair, holding her head down now so it was on the seat of the chair, with her hands pinned to her sides, she felt Rudy's rough hand pushing down hard on the back of her neck, forcing her head to stay down.
"My god, I thought I lost her for a minute," Harry laughed.
"It's okay, now, Harry, we got her for you, please continue, put it back in," Otto said, his hand on her head, not as rough as Rudy's but insistent. "That's a boy, Harry, let her have it!" Zena felt Harry once again come past her spread out cheeks and into her cunt. "Give it to her, Harry, let her have it good, real good! The cunt. She thinks she can get away whenever she pleases, but now she knows better, now we've got her."
Harry had his hands on Zena's hips, holding her, and Zena began to cry and pull away, but it was no use. She couldn't shake off that hot stick forcing its way in and out of her pussy, it had been no use, her plan to outsmart them, to show no reaction, in hopes they would become bored or disgusted with her and let her loose. It had only excited them more. It hadn't worked, and now here she was, pushed down on the hard wooden chair, being fucked like a dog by a panting and groaning man, being cheered on by that horrid Rudy and laughing Otto....
"Thatta girl, thatta girl, thatta girl," Harry was panting and chanting to himself more than to anyone else, moving quickly in and out, in and out, pushing so hard it hurt inside her.
"You like it? You like it, Zena, my dear? You like that big stiff cock screwing you?" Rudy's voice came through a sudden sharp wave of pain.
"She likes his nuts flapping against her ass, that's what she likes," Otto suggested.
And they were. Harry's testicles hit against her spread-open ass as he pushed the slippery dick harder and harder into her tunnel of love. Only this wasn't love, Zena thought, this was unbelievable pain and embarrassment. And it was something else, too. Something she would rather not think about, admit to. Her body was excited, her blood rushing, her head dizzy, and she was somehow ... somehow it felt weirdly, strangely thrilling....
"Give it to her, give it to her good and hard," Rudy said, as his hand twisted Zena's neck downward. With his other hand, he pulled a thick piece of flesh on her ass, twisted it in an agonizing pinch, then pinched her again, and again, as Harry's cock kept slamming into her.
Zena wondered if they heard her moans up above her, she tried to move, but couldn't. And then she felt Rudy's fingers come between Harry's dick and her ass and, as Harry fucked her, Rudy stuck two fingers into her rectum, exploring it, laughing, and from the other side she felt Otto's hand grab a hold of her clitoris.
"Nooooooooooooo!" she let out a long sob of horror.
But Otto had an iron grip on her miniature penis, her clit, and would not let go; he pushed it and massaged it and coaxed it until she was lost in waves and waves of heat, and sharp stabs of pain turned into a thick hot pleasure that spread throughout her limp, tortured body.
"God, she's coming! Thatta girl, thatta girl, god, I can feel that cunt come," Harry said, his breathing heavy on her back now as he leaned over to get a tighter hold of her. Rudy's fingers pushed further into her anus as she was lost in spasms of orgasm....
Then Harry moved faster and faster and Otto released her sore clitoris and Rudy slid out of her and Harry had her all to himself, saying low in her ear, "Now, you're going to feel something, baby, this is no punk kid fucking you, now you're going to feel a man come inside of you, watch out, there's going to be more cream than that little cunt of yours ever had before...."
Zena moaned as she felt herself flooded in hot sperm, and then Harry slowly released her, pulled himself out of her and she stood up, white thick sperm dripping down her thighs, her red buttocks exposed for them all to see. Harry pulled up his pants, smiling. Rudy and Otto nodded approvingly.
"Well, my dear," Otto said, lifting up her head, "I think you are ready for the party. Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up and someone will fetch you in a little while?"
She turned to go, still in the awful dress, and found her way, dazed, upstairs, through the long hallway with the clock ticking, and up into their room, where she saw Flo fast asleep on the big white bed. She took off the dress and crawled in, crying, in pain, but numbed by pleasure, too, confused between the two of them. She crawled in beside Flo and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The ballroom was the largest, tallest, most beautiful room that Flo had ever seen. Jesus, she thought, I could almost put up with creepy Uncle Otto just to stay in this place for awhile longer. She had woken up in the white bedroom to find Zena fast asleep beside her, her dark hair stuck to her face from perspiration, her lips looked bruised and red. Flo wondered what had happened, but didn't really want to find out. Quickly, she had dressed and then left the room. Then she had met Danny in the hall and he had taken her to the costume room. There they had chosen a white nurse's uniform and white thick stockings, white shoes, and a crisp white hat on her wild red hair. There was one difference, however, between this and the average nurse's uniform, for drawn on it, in thin black sketches, were the masculine and feminine organs, each in minute detail, each in different stages of intercourse.
She walked curiously through the crowds of people in the ballroom, looking for a face she recognized. There were approximately fifty people there, most of them dancing to a wild, loud rock band at the far end of the room. Then she spotted Rudy. He was dancing with a young girl who had tightly curled short black hair and wore a suit of feathers, which, when she moved, revealed dark brown skin that gleamed underneath. When Rudy saw her he seemed not to know her. Flo continued walking on the edges of the room until she came to where the band played. They were all young girls, Flo guessed to be fifteen or sixteen, each with identical bouncy blonde hair and clear pink skin. They wore navy blue school uniforms, had white knee socks, and saddle shoes. They played enthusiastically and very loudly. One of them winked at Flo as she stared in amazement at them. To the side of the band was a table laid out with a bowl of caviar on ice and neat rows of cheeses and olives and different shapes of bread. Carlos appeared suddenly offering her a glass of champagne from a full tray, which he held out to her.
"Hello, Carlos," Flo said, picking up the glass.
It was the first time she had seen him since their lovemaking after dinner. Carlos nodded to her as if he had never seen her before. Flo watched him turn and walk up to another guest, a white-haired man, standing a few feet from Flo. The man picked up a glass of champagne and walked over to Flo.
"Do you come here often?" he asked her.
"My first time, and you?"
"Oh, frequently, frequently."
"You're a friend of Uncle Otto's?"
He seemed to raise his eyebrows at her use of the word 'uncle,' but he said, "Not exactly. But he does have a nice home. Nice parties."
"What do they do at the parties? Dance all night?"
"Oh no, oh no."
"What else is there?"
"Entertainment," the white-haired man said, nodding his head up and down with a smile. "Entertainment. Lovely entertainment. Even if it is a little expensive."
With that he walked away, leaving Flo confused. She gulped at her champagne thirstily. Then someone asked her to dance, which they did, without saying a word to each other. The music was almost too loud to speak over. Then someone else asked her, and someone else....She spun giddily around the dance floor in a nonending motion.
After what seemed like a long time, the music suddenly stopped. The guests spread apart as Otto walked almost solemnly to the center of the ballroom. Everyone began to sit on the pink velvet chairs thatedged the room.
"The show will now begin," Otto said, and walked to a seat.
The lights in the room went out so that the room was perfectly black. Flo felt her body stiffen in her seat as she gripped the side of the chair, afraid; and then a bright single light shone over the middle of the room, lighting one large circle on the hardwood floor. The rest of the room remained in blackness.
Then into the circle of light stepped the girls from the band. Everyone applauded. Flo noticed they did not have their instruments. She wondered if they were going to sing. The applause ended and one girl stepped up and spoke.
"You have been a very responsive audience. And we hope you did enjoy our playing. As you know, we are working our way through a private, creative music high school, and we do appreciate our dear Uncle Otto, allowing us to play for you. And to show our appreciation, we would like to do something for you."
The girls then proceeded to undress. Flo couldn't understand what they were doing. Each of them took off their saddle shoes, then their knee socks, then came the navy blue middy-blouse, then the pleated woolen skirts. Then each of them stood in stiff white slips, with dainty pink bows on each gently rounded breast. Then they proceeded to do an old-fashioned cancan dance. They danced around in circles, singing, and kicking up their legs to the music. As their thin legs kicked higher and higher into the air, Flo could see that they had nothing on underneath, and with each kick was a dark blonde patch, little tufts of soft blonde hair. Flo startled forward in her seat when the girls took off their slips and began doing ballet steps, now with soft music coming from somewhere in the background. The naked girls danced lightly in the spotlight. Now they began doing tumbling, playing leap frog, daintily bending over to expose soft small curves of ivory-colored buttocks, breasts with small pink circles in the center, slightly curved and barely bouncing as they tumbled.
Suddenly Uncle Otto appeared dressed as a ringmaster at the circus, wearing khaki-colored riding pants, black boots, a red topcoat, white shirt, and red bow tie. In his right hand he carried a thin black whip, which he now snapped in front of the girls. The girls all shrieked and jumped together in a tight circle, their arms around each other. The audience laughed, and Flo, who had for a moment began to wonder if this was an act or not, felt relieved and sat back and she, too, laughed. Circus music came on the unseen speakers and filled the room. Otto snapped the whip and the girls ran around doing silly tricks, cartwheels, standing on each other's shoulders, tumbling and giggling and keeping out of range of the whip.
Finally he snapped the whip and the girls lay on the floor, in couples, and Otto commanded them with another sharp snap and Flo watched as the girls rolled slowly on top of each other, rubbing their bodies together, fondling each others' breasts, and kissing, one young girl's mouth pressing on another. Then they began to play with each other's crotches, as their fingers explored each other, still kissing.
Flo noticed that people were now beginning to leave their seats and walk close, in the darkness, to the center circle of light, and she did the same, trembling slightly, until they were all on the edge of the spotlight, still in the safety of the darkness, but now only a foot or so away from the girls, who were now moaning slightly. They could hear them, the music had stopped, the guests sat on the polished floor, watching, no one able to take their eyes off the couples, the girls each masturbating the other. Flo became obsessed with the couple in front of her, she watched as the girl who lay on top kissed her partner's hair and ears and neck, her small wrist revolving and revolving inside the other's crotch, the girl underneath was making small noises, and her hips raised and lowered to the floor, her head moved in a trance from side to side, the other girl rubbed her small not yet fully developed breasts, then chewed gently on them as her fingers went continually around and around until the other girl finally collapsed, a smile spreading mischievously across her face, a small cry of ecstasy escaping her lips. A few seconds later the ballroom was again in darkness.
The next person to enter the spotlight, after the girls had all left, was a clown, with a sad white face and huge red lips curved downwards, a big red bulb nose, and a yellow cotton mop wig, wearing baggy pants with red suspenders and a blue checkered shirt. In the background was some soft-shoe music, and the clown bowed politely, if clumsily, to the audience, who by now had begun to laugh, still sitting close to the circle on the floor of the ballroom. The clown did a funny pantomime where he pretended he was walking down a road, picking flowers, when suddenly he was stung by a bee on the seat of his pants. Everyone chuckled as he ran around in distress. The next pantomime was a young man going to bed, at which point he lay down on the floor in the spotlight. Laying in bed, he tossed and turned for awhile, jumped up, got a drink of water, went into another room, pretended to urinate-at which again everyone laughed, especially those seated right where he was pretending to piss-then he returned to the bed, tossed and turned again; and then he produced from an opening in his baggy clown pants a stiff long cock, its shaft veined with bulging purple lines, its cockhead moist with dew. He began rocking himself back and forth, his hand moving up and down the erect penis as it seemed to lift higher and higher up. Then slowly he rose and stood in the circle, oblivious it seemed to all of them, rotating his hips and moving his hand in a slow rhythm up and down, back and forth, as the tip of his cock grew shinier and darker. Then he knelt and inched his way on his knees toward the crowd, all eyes on that enormous cock.
Flo thought it must be Carlos, she had never seen a cock so big before. She was not even surprised when she watched the clown rise up a little until the end of his penis was level with someone's mouth and slowly it went inside, then came out again. The clown went around the circle of people and there were short gasps as he pushed it hard down one woman's throat. She heard a choking noise, then a slurping noise, then it was the person next to her. She heard the long sucking in of the mouth as it gorged itself on that enormous manhood, sucked it in until all of it was inside.
And then it was her turn. She opened her mouth expectantly, but the prick was even bigger when it was right up close, and Flo struggled for air as it suddenly filled her mouth, all wet and slippery, a dark purple color, pushed all the way to her throat and went even deeper. She thought she would choke, she did choke, but it stayed there, and his soft hair pushed against her lips, brushed into her face; then it moved out again.
But this time it did not go on to the next person but stayed with her. Once again she felt it push in, her head was buried between two strong loins, the thighs pressing against her face, his back arched, trembling. She could feel him tremble against her as her mouth began to work on him. Then he led her to the center of the circle and stood up while she knelt, her mouth never leaving his iron-hard cock, with her fingers moving the balls underneath from side to side, moving steadily, evenly, eating up the delicious flesh, it was so hot and sweet and throbbing inside her mouth, trying to go in even further.
Flo forgot about all the other people watching them, she no longer heard their thick breathing, she knew they were out there in the darkness, but all she could see in front of her if she opened her eyes, was the thick black hair that curled against her face, the smooth steely loins pushing against her. She sucked until her mouth ached, and still she couldn't get enough, she began to feel the pressure in the cock build until it throbbed so hard and became so hot she couldn't bear it. She speeded up her sucking, moved faster and faster back and forth, feeling his body grow taut. His legs turned to iron alongside her. Finally he let it out, a long hot flood of bittersweet juice that flowed with its tiny seeds down her throat, and thirstily she swallowed it, swallowed again and again until she had him dry. And still she held his limp sex in her mouth. Finally, she released him. At that point, once again all the lights went out and she was in darkness.
In the dark, she heard everyone return to their seats and so did she', her body trembling with the passion that had just poured into her, her knees sore from kneeling so long on the hard floor. She wondered who he had been. She didn't think she would ever forget the taste of that cock. It must have been Carlos, she thought.
Flo sat back in the soft chair with its velvet seat, waiting for the show to go on. She was not sorry that she had been part of the show. She wondered if Zena had been there, watching. She knew that eventually she and Zena would have to face each other, say something about what had been going on, what they each had participated in, or had been made to participate in. How could they live together again like they used to, Flo wondered. Before their sex lives had been so simple and while hers had been frequent and Zena's seldom, there still had been a sense of normality about them. But here, this was different. Things would never be the same.
But then, Flo realized, there was not much she could do about it. True, in some things she had been bold, but still, it was as if she had acted in spite of herself. Could Zena blame her for that? Zena couldn't tell her family about it without implicating herself.
Flo imagined Zena afterwards, pictured her feeling guilty and awful about the whole thing. Flo knew that deep inside she could feel no guilt. It was as if all through her girlhood and in her various sexual escapades, and there had been many, while the other girls all worried and felt bad and dirty, she never did.
She could think of no explanation for it, but she never had, not from the time her mother had caught her playing doctor with her younger brother, taking his temperature with a popsicle stick stuck in his rectum; or when she was caught at her friend's house, playing school, her friend the teacher who made her take off her clothes and expose her little pussy to them. None of these things left her with any sense that she had done anything wrong, or evil. Perhaps it was because her family was never strong on religion, she thought. Flo shrugged and gave up. The music had begun again.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was three a.m. and the guests had all left as mysteriously as they had arrived. Still in costume, Flo, the nurse, Zena, with her cutout gown, Otto as ringmaster, Carlos, the clown, Danny, in a black rubber wet suit of a skin diver, Harry, wearing a loincloth and carrying a club, Rudy, dressed as a German World War I soldier in riding uniform, with long tight boots and small gold-rimmed spectacles, they all sat once again in the library. Otto had made some of his tonic, which none of them could identify, but it was cold and refreshing and they drank it in quick gulps.
"Well, what did you think of the evening's entertainment, Harry?" Otto asked him.
"Very good, very interesting," Harry laughed.
"I do hope you enjoyed it, Harry," Otto continued, "because, after all, you are paying for it."
Harry smiled, nodding. Flo wondered how much it was costing him. Was this Otto's business, she wondered, putting on elaborate shows for wealthy clients? Bringing in free diversions like herself and Zena?
"What do we get out of this?" she asked boldly.
"Why, my dear, you get all the fun that Harry gets, but you get it free. Isn't that nice of us?"
"How do we know if we're being entertained or we are the entertainment?" she asked.
"A very bright girl," Otto said, smiling that shrewd small smile of his. "Very bright." Then turning to Zena, he asked, "And how about you, my dear Zena, how did you enjoy the show?"
Zena sat alone on a thickly cushioned, red velvet chair, which out-lined the dark blue silk of her dress and pointed up the white breasts as they poured out of the breast circles.
"I thought it was cheap and sick," she said.
"Of course, you would think that," Rudy laughed. "We still have to get around to converting Zena to our ways."
"That will never happen," Zena said. Flo believed her.
"Well," Harry said, "I'm always available for that one. She sure was nice before the party."
All eyes went to Zena, who just drank her tonic and refused to meet their gaze. Flo wondered what had happened.
"Yes, we have all had our fun...." Otto said, "at least you all did. Of course, me, my poor self, has had little pleasure from it all. No one has made any advances towards me."
"Poor Otto," Flo said, laughing, mocking, "we've ignored our host. You've been so busy showing us a good time you've gotten nothing for yourself."
The others laughed.
"I'd be surprised if he had anything inside those pants," Zena said suddenly, bitterly, to everyone's amusement and shock, "I think Uncle Otto is probably a eunuch," Zena spoke with a cold fury, an anger which had mounted since her humiliation at Otto's direction in the costume room. It was an anger which had built up during the "show" and now she let it out, trying to hurt him as much as possible.
However, Otto was a hard man to disturb. He just smiled at Zena's remark, saying nothing.
"She's saying you've got no balls, Otto," Danny said.
"And what do you think, Danny? Do you think that's true?" Otto replied.
"I don't know, to tell you the truth, I've never seen them," Danny continued.
They all watched Danny now, and Flo detected that streak of meanness in Danny coming back. She wondered what Danny had against Otto, who was, after all, his boss. Everyone waited to see what Otto would do.
"They're balls enough to fuck you with," Otto said to Danny.
Danny only smiled and shrugged, as if still not believing. But there was something of a bluff about him, as if he had gotten himself into water too deep for him and he couldn't swim but wouldn't admit it
"Don't you believe me?"
"Well," Danny said, "I've been around and...."
"He's been around!" Otto roared with laughter, Rudy joining him.
"How old are you, Danny?" Otto asked.
Danny was beginning to look uncomfortable. He shifted a little in his seat.
"Twenty-one," he answered.
"How many times have you been screwed by a guy? I mean, not you screwing a guy, I know you're an old pro at that, Mr. Stud. But how many times have you been fucked in the ass?"
Danny tried to look casual. Flo watched him with increasing interest. She saw him look furtively over at Carlos, who only watched Danny quietly, showing no emotion in his face. Flo remembered his cruelty upstairs and hoped that now she could see him in the receiving position. But at the same time she felt sorry for him. She didn't like Otto at all.
"How many?" came the question again.
"A few," Danny answered, his eyes meeting Otto's defiantly.
"A few," Otto snorted.
"Those few were enough."
"You think so, eh?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Danny looked menacing in his black rubber suit, zipped tightly up his chest. But Flo knew that he was really no match for Otto. Otto, she noticed, still had the whip he had used in the "show."
"Well, Zena, what do you think? After all, this was your idea."
"It was not."
"You said I had no balls."
"That's right."
"Do you think I could take on this young man here? This deep sea diver or whatever he is?"
"I'm going to bed," Zena said, standing up, "whatever you do I am not interested."
But Carlos, who sat nearest her, quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her beside him on the couch.
"It would be no fun without you," Rudy said, "remember, I have a special fondness for you."
Zena sat glaring at him, Carlos' strong hands holding her arm just above the wrist.
"Well, Danny, we're waiting," Rudy said, "why don't you take off your clothes? It's warm in here with this big fire going."
"I think I will."
Lazily, Danny stood up, stretched, and dramatically unzipped the rubber suit. His curly dark hair went from his chest down a narrow line to his pubic area. Danny shed the suit like a snake shedding his skin, slowly, aware of everyone watching him. Then he stood, naked, perfectly comfortable, his male organ now erect in front of him, thick around the middle, with a wet, glowing pink tip; it climbed straight up to his belly.
"Well, Otto?" he asked.
Otto just stood up and without undressing removed from his pants his own cock, which was, to everyone's surprise, even harder and thicker and longer than Danny's.
Flo remembered Danny's jealousy of Carlos. Now she imagined how he felt looking at Otto's prick.
"Rudy," Otto commanded, "turn off the lights. Get me some pillows."
As Rudy turned off the lights, leaving only the crackling fire to illumine the room, someone threw a handful of pillows down in the center of the floor. The rug was thick and shaggy, and Danny lay on his back on it, his cock pointing up to his softly curved stomach, his legs stretched out, showing the smooth curves of his muscles. Then Otto was laying beside him, stroking his chest, watching Danny's face. Danny stared straight up at the ceiling, as if unaware of Otto.
"I sure would like to fuck you, Danny."
"That's okay with me."
"You don't mind with all these people here?"
"Why should I?"
Flo remembered what Danny had said to her upstairs, "I just work here, lady." She wondered now if this was part of his job, too.
Otto stroked the soft curves of Danny's thighs.
"Rudy," he said, "hand me the cream."
The fire crackled loudly.
"You could suck me off instead."
"I'd rather fuck you."
"It's up to you. Makes no difference to me."
"All in a day's work, eh, Danny?"
Rudy had handed Otto a small white jar from which Otto now began spreading a lubricant on his thick shaft.
"Turn over, Danny, I'll give you some."
Danny turned over, spreading his legs. They heard his breath catch as Otto began to spread the cream between his cheeks.
"Are you ready?"
"Sure."
"Turn over again, I want you on your back."
"What the...."
"On your back."
"I don't...."
"I thought you've been around, Danny? I knew you hadn't. You've probably never been fucked before, have you, Mr. Stud?"
"Plenty of times, but...."
Danny was now on his back. Otto spread his legs and kneeled between them, he pushed Danny's legs up until they hooked over his shoulders.
"I want to take you like this. Just think, I'll be the first one."
"Probably not the last," Rudy added.
Flo watched in the dim light the increasing look of fear and discomfort on Danny's face. She saw Danny look over to Carlos, desperately. The hard knob at the end of Otto's organ was exploring now in the thick black hair of Danny's crotch. Otto took Danny's shaft in his hand now and began massaging it. With the other hand he guided his hard, extended instrument to Danny's opening.
"Otto, I ... I don't want it like this."
"Relax, just relax. It'll be all right...."
"I just don't think...."
"Easy, baby, easy."
He began pushing it up inside as Danny began to thrash on the rug, trying to avoid the stick coming up inside him.
"Otto, I don't want you to...."
"Just take it easy. Just a little more. I've been waiting a long time for this ... just a little more...."
Flo watched as Danny winced, whimpering slightly, as Otto began easing it up higher into him-and higher, Otto's face was inches away from Danny's chest, but not touching him, his hand still working Danny's rod.
"How do you like being stuffed for a change?"
"Otto...."
"How does it feel? Not bad for the first time, you're not bad. We're almost all the way there. Just a little more...."
A spark from the fire shot out onto the rug a few inches from them but Danny was oblivious to it. The others were sitting back on their couches, their eyes glued to the couple on the rug, their faces half hidden in the flickering firelight.
"It's almost there, it's almost there now," came Otto's voice, soothing, but slightly mocking.
"I'm not, it's not like I'm queer, because I'm not..
"Shut up, Danny."
Inch by inch, Otto's thick column pushed its way into the young man on the rug. And finally Flo saw that he stopped. Danny's eyes were shut tight and his teeth were clenched. Now Otto grabbed hold of Danny's hips with both hands and began plunging in and out of him.
And then suddenly Danny let his legs fall off Otto's shoulders, and he grabbed Otto and began moving with him, small cries coming from him at the same time, both of them locked in a fury of motion.
"I think I'm going to...."
"Go ahead, baby, go ahead."
"I'm not, not like you think I am...."
"Forget it, forget it."
Then Danny groaned as a jet of streaming liquid spurted up from his cock; and a few seconds later, Otto, with a heavy lunge, collapsed on top of him.
Slowly, as Danny winced with pain, Otto withdrew from him and looked down at him on the floor as if the two of them were alone in the room.
"He never did it to you like that, did he, Danny?"
Flo wondered who Otto was referring to. But by now Danny had covered his face with his hands and they all could see that he was horrified at what had happened. Slowly, they all got up and went upstairs to their rooms, leaving him alone in his misery.
CHAPTER FIVE
Upstairs, in their room, undressing for bed, it was the first time Flo and Zena had been alone together.
"You want to take a bath or something?" Flo asked.
"I'll wait for you if you want to go first."
"No, go ahead. I took a bath before the party."
"Oh?"
Flo lay on the white fur spread, listening to the shower running in the bathroom. It was five a.m. and still dark outside. She was more exhausted than she had been in a long, long time. She thought about what she had just witnessed between Danny and Otto. This whole night, she thought, has been a kind of show, always with other people watching each other, as if they were on stage. She wondered what Zena had been through, what she had been made to do and who had been the audience for it.
Her mind wandered back to Danny. Something had gone on that she didn't quite understand. She felt sorry for what had happened to him with Otto, even though she had been angry at the way he had acted out of jealousy of Carlos before. Still, she liked Danny.
And then there was Harry. He was too old for her, but still he was an attractive man. And obviously wealthy. Perhaps she ought to pursue that situation a little farther. Perhaps Harry lived in the city and there might be possibilities of seeing him again. Or him taking her places. Unless, of course, he was married. There was always that. But then, even that might not stand in his way.
The water stopped running in the shower. Flo heard Zena come out and dry herself off, brush her teeth, eventually emerging in a modest nightgown, brushing her long dark hair.
"Tired?" Flo asked.
Zena nodded, coming over to the other side of the bed, surveying the room.
"Nice room, isn't it?" Flo said.
"It's beautiful. The whole house is. Too bad he had to turn out like this."
"He really is disgusting, isn't he?"
"I hate him. And Rudy, too."
"Me too. Harry isn't too bad though...."
"Christ! Not too bad! He's as sick as the rest of them. You should have seen what he did to me, with that Rudy and Otto there, too. The fucking bastard."
Flo had never seen Zena so angry. She let the subject drop.
"I hate them all," Zena said finally, laying down her brush and climbing under the covers, "tomorrow I'm leaving."
"But how? They won't let you."
"I'm going to run away in the morning. Just go down the road, out the gate, and keep walking. I have money. I'll find the nearest bus or train station and get back to the city."
"But, Zena, I'm sure they'll take us back on Sunday. You might get lost and freeze to death out here. I'm serious, you can't do it. It's too dangerous. You don't even know where you are. There might not be any trains or buses this far out."
"There's got to be. I'm not spending one more day here."
"I wish you wouldn't be so stubborn."
"Well, maybe you like it here. But I don't."
"What's that supposed to mean? I hate it just as much as you."
"I'm not so sure. I didn't climb up on any dining room table, remember." Flo was silent.
"You like Danny, don't you? How could you? You're in love with him already, aren't you? How could you after tonight?"
"I am not, Zena. How can you say that? I just met him."
"Then maybe it's Carlos. Oh, I just can't talk about it. It's so filthy and disgusting, all of it, all of them...."
"It doesn't have to be. I mean, it's just the way everyone sits around and watches and the way Otto makes it all so dirty. But sex doesn't have to be dirty in itself."
"Well, it is here, in this house. I don't think anything different will happen. It can only get worse. I'm not waiting until Sunday. I'm going tomorrow morning. Are you coming with me or not?"
"I'm afraid, Zena. There's five feet of snow out there. And it's about fifteen degrees below. You'll freeze to death and no one will know. And who's going to find you? Not to mention leaving me here alone."
"Maybe I can call someone to come get us."
"Who? The girls at the office? Who do we know well enough to drive all the way out here to get us, and how do we explain it?"
"Maybe I can call a cab to meet me at the gate."
"I don't know."
Then Zena jumped out of bed.
"Where the fuck are you going?"
"I've got to find a phone, now, while everyone's sleeping."
"At five o'clock? You're not going to get anybody."
Zena sat on the edge of the bed, frowning.
"Come on. Get some sleep and try in the morning. I'll help you, I mean it. If we can get a cab or find out where the train or bus is, I'll come with you, I promise."
Zena got back into bed and Flo shut off the lamp near the bed. They closed their eyes and both girls were asleep within a few minutes.
In Zena's dream she was being chased down long dark tunnels, just wide enough to stretch her arms and touch the sides, and she couldn't tell who was chasing her, but they were men, several men, all running after her, they were wearing horrible masks it seemed, and dark robes, and waving knives....
CHAPTER SIX
When she awoke there was a strong stream of sunlight escaping from where the drapes had not been fully drawn together. Zena felt panicky. She was afraid she had slept too long. She found a clock and began to cry. Flo woke up.
"What's the matter? You're crying, Zena, what's happened?"
"Flo, well never get out. Look...."
It was three o'clock. They had slept right into the middle of the afternoon. There was a knock on the door and then it opened.
"Good morning, girls!" It was Carlos, wheeling in a try with covered dishes on it "Ready for some breakfast?"
He sat on a chair across from them as Flo opened one dish after another, exclaiming at all the food-eggs, bacon, toast, jam, waffles, juice, coffee, sweet rolls....
"Come on, Zena, have something to eat," Flo coaxed. "I'm waiting for him to leave." Carlos grinned, "Still mad at me? I thought we were friends by now."
"Get out!"
He got up good-naturedly, saying, "I'll come back for the dishes when you're done."
"I'm still going," Zena said, after he left.
Flo continued eating without speaking.
"Are you coming with me or not?"
Flo avoided her eyes. She was thinking, maybe Harry could help us, drive us back early. But how would she get Zena to accept that?
"Flo, I asked you something. Are you coming, or not?"
"I don't know...."
"Okay. I'll go alone."
They began to dress and were almost finished when Carlos returned.
"Feel like going for a swim?" he asked them.
"A swim? Where?" Flo asked, immediately interested.
"There's a pool in the basement. Everyone's down there."
"But I didn't bring a suit."
"Don't worry, Otto has dozens of them."
"I bet he has," Zena snapped, pulling on her boots. "No thanks. I'm going for a walk. Are you coming, Flo?"
"I hope you're not thinking of walking out on us, are you?"
Zena didn't answer him.
"Why don't you come and have a swim, Zena?" Flo asked, "It might be fun."
"Flo, how could you!"
"How do I find the pool?" Flo asked Carlos. "Just go straight downstairs and Danny will take you there."
"How is Danny?" Flo asked. Carlos smiled. "He's okay."
"I thought maybe after last night he would have left."
"Not a chance. He needs the money too badly. Besides, he's like you."
"What does that mean?"
"He's curious, that's all. Wants to see what will happen next. Like you. Can't resist a little excitement, a change of pace."
Flo laughed uncomfortably. It was true, she thought.
"Well, I'm going downstairs. See you later, Zena."
Zena was now putting on her coat. Flo left the room. Carlos was stacking the plates on the tray. After Flo left, he stopped and took Zena by the shoulders. She pushed him away.
"You don't really think you're going anywhere, do you?"
I'm going for a walk."
"Who do you think you're kidding?"
"Take your hands off me."
He pushed her onto the bed. Zena jumped up and started for the door, but Carlos was too quick. Reaching the door before her, he pushed her back to the bed, reached in his pocket, took out a key and quickly locked the door.
"It's time you and I reached an understanding," he said, putting the key back in his pocket.
"There's going to be no understanding between us, you can be sure of that."
He came toward her and caught her just as she was about to run to the bathroom. He threw her back on the bed.
"How would it look if Otto found out I had let you take a walk? He wouldn't go for it."
"Why are you so worried about pleasing him? Oh, the money, right? Anything for the money, even another person's feelings, or dignity?"
"What do you know about feelings or dignity? Nobody twisted your arm to come here, Zena. You just came along to get something for nothing. And got a little more than you bargained for."
He pulled off her coat with one hand, holding her with the other.
"Now, you are going to go downstairs and go swimming with everyone else."
"Like hell I am!"
He laughed then, and his laugh was so mocking of her defiance that for the second time that day she started to cry. He laughed as she cried, he was taking off her boots now, then her slacks she had put on to walk in the snow with, then her sweater. And still she cried, now and then pounding him with her fists, but realizing she was helpless against his strength, his laughing mockery of her situation. When he had her undressed he pushed her down on the bed.
"Now stop crying," he said softly, "just stop. I'm not going to hurt you. So stop."
She watched him remove his clothes, unable to take her eyes off his body. It was a beautiful, strong body, the same sleek curves and muscles that she had admired secretly that first time in the back seat of the car, and then again when he had been with Flo on the dining room table. And now again, here he was, his prick once again tall and gleaming, ready for her. He lay down beside her and began stroking her body.
"Why do you hate sex so much?" he asked her, gently moving his hands down the slope of her breasts to her belly. "Why do you hate me just because I enjoy it?"
She began to cry again, this time because he was right. He kissed her wet eyes, her face, slowly found her mouth, his tongue slipping in and out, his hands moving between her legs to find her entrance.
"Please, Carlos, please, oh god, I don't know what to do, I just don't know...."
"It's okay. It's going to be okay..,."
He moved his mouth down to her breasts. Moving from one to the other, he found the nipple and slowly began teasing it until each was hard and firm. He kissed up and down her body with slow, sucking, nibbling kisses, until his mouth came down to her crotch. There he played with her soft tender skin between her upper thighs, until finally he came down hard, pushing up her legs to open her most private parts to his searching, hungry mouth, drawing the tender flesh into his mouth and exploring with his tongue her hot wet opening.
Zena began to writhe on the bed, her hips rotating slowly, her thighs pushing against his head, as if drawing him to her, into her, wanting him to do it, needing him to do it....
Then he was back, his mouth on hers once again, his hands gripping the soft rounded mounds of buttocks, his thick shaft searching for its goal, probing for the door to its pleasure....
"Carlos, Carlos, no, last time it hurt ... Carlos, no," Zena began to moan in his ear, but her hands still clasped him to her, moved down the lean hard edge of his shoulders, down to his hips, around to find that iron-hot stick that wanted to get inside her. She took hold of his balls and moved them slowly in the palm of her hand, then grabbed his shaft and moved it to her vagina, all the while both of them rolling back and forth in the bed, his mouth on her neck, more insistently pressing her now, demanding she receive him.
She felt the round, hard, red head push into her, sending a tremble of excitement through her legs and belly, she moved her legs higher into the air to let him move further into her. Carlos pulled her head back from where it hid between his shoulder and neck, and moved his tongue forcefully into her mouth as he pushed his thick column further into her. Then, with his other hand, he pushed her legs up higher, allowing himself more room to penetrate her.
She opened her eyes, half in pain, but still twitching from the short stabs of sharp pleasure that his cock gave her. Now Carlos, watching her, grinning, with both hands holding up her legs, lunged forward, driving his dick up as far as it would go.
"It's not so bad now, is it?" he smiled, sticking his tongue out and licking her gasping mouth, then lifting his head again and looking down at her, grinning.
He repeated this again and again, grinning at her, darting his tongue into her mouth, then lifting his body up to watch, one time lifting so far as to look down and watch himself slowly enter her and then pull himself so that he was almost all the way out of her, his cock slick and wet, he stood then with just the tip of it in her and looked down at her expectant hips. As they began to move upward, he pulled out another fraction of an inch, eluding her. She looked up at him, into his grinning face, shining with sweat.
"You want it, don't you?" he whispered, "You want it back inside now, don't you?"
She looked away, tossing her head back and forth, unable to speak.
"Just say so, just say you do, I'll give it to you again."
Zena's face burned with the excitement she felt throbbing through her body, all of her hot, wet with his sweat mingling with her own, her hands clutching his hips, the powerful source of his instrument of love.
"Say it, say it, I'm waiting," he teased.
And then suddenly she couldn't bear it any longer.
"Please, Carlos, please, put it back, put it back, do it, do it, do it to me!...."
And instantly the hot cock was back, driving up through her with such a force and heat she fell limp under him, felt her cunt stretch to hold all of him in a burning, almost tearing, grasp, feeling him hit against the wall of her cervix, push up and pull out, push and pull and push and pull....
Then abruptly, Carlos pulled all the way out of her and slid off her so that he was now laying on his back on the bed, his cock all slick and glistening, waving slightly in the air.
"Come on," Carlos said, pulling her on top of him, "climb up on it."
Zena felt as if her own cunt was being pulled by some magnetic force to the gleaming dark pole of Carlos' cock. She knelt with her knees on either side of him and watched him as he pushed his cock into her. She leaned forward, her face hot against his cheek, he pushed it into her and began moving his hips slowly, pushing her hips up and down over him.
"Sit up," he told her, slowly pushing her up until she was sitting erect on him, his pole now straight, unbearably hard and long inside of her.
"Carlos, Carlos, I can't...."
She felt weak and dizzy, breathless from the hot pain. He kept pumping, pushing, in and out, rotating with his hips, his hands caressing her thighs. Zena moved her hips as she rocked on top of him, her head flung back, amazed at how good it felt, at how high it went inside of her. She continued bouncing on top of him, he forced her to move faster and faster, her head spinning, her mind gone blank with the combination of delight and pain; until finally, she collapsed on his chest, her cunt quivering in spasms of pleasure and relief.
Then in a quick move he was back on top of her, rolling her over, pumping it in and out, once again driving her back to consciousness, back to the heat of his loins pressed against her. Once again she felt herself shaking, her body trembling and quivering in ecstasy, felt him begin to push harder as his own pressure built up and finally exploded inside of her.
They lay exhausted, side by side, speechless for a long time. Then Carlos rose on one elbow and looked over at her, once again grinning.
"Still want to go?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Carlos, I'm afraid to stay, but I don't want to leave you, not yet."
"Don't be afraid. Nobody will hurt you. They just want a good time."
"Is that all you want?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Doesn't it mean any more to you than that?"
"Oh, fuck it, Zena. Don't start that again! I thought I just proved to you that it can be fun and that's all."
His hand came up and squeezed her snatch, reminding her again of all the pleasure she had just experienced.
"A good time," he said, "that's all."
"I can't help it. It should be more...."
"Please, Zena. Shut up like a good girl."
He pulled her over and hugged her hard, rubbing her face against the hard curve of his shoulder.
"I know what you want," he said, "but you're not going to find it here. So make the best of things. I'm yours until tomorrow night."
He smiled at her, and, reluctantly, she smiled back.
"Now let's go downstairs and have a swim," he said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The elevator stopped and the light flashed "B." They were in the basement. The doors slid open and Zena and Carlos stepped out. Zena felt as if she had just stepped into an underwater cavern. The walls were painted blue-green and shimmered with reflections from the huge pool. The floor was tiled blue and white. There were no windows down here and the light came from great squares on the ceiling. There were bright lounging chairs and tables, mats, cots, an assortment of games, billiard tables in one corner, and a large round bar at which sat Otto and Rudy, sipping from tall frosted glasses, both wearing bathing suits with matching jackets.
"Welt, good morning," Otto called to her, "come and have a drink."
Zena was handed a drink that tasted like lemonade, but which she knew was something else. Then she was shown to a dressing room where she chose a modest two piece bathing suit. She came out to find Flo sitting on the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water, Danny beside her. Flo wore a bright yellow bikini, which hid nothing.
"Hi, Zena," Flo called to her, motioning her to come and sit next to her.
"I'm glad you decided to stay," Flo whispered, when Zena was beside her, "what changed your mind?"
Just then Carlos posed for an instant on top of the diving board, turned and smiled at them, and skillfully and beautifully dived into the deep blue water.
"Carlos had something to do with it," Zena said.
Flo gave Zena's arm a little squeeze. Then Danny pushed Flo into the water and the two of them swam off across the wide expanse of the pool. Zena jumped in, too. The water was warm and soothing. Carlos met her in the middle of the pool and they swam together for awhile.
Later, they joined Otto, Rudy and Harry at the bar. "You three aren't even wet!" Flo cried. "We prefer to drink it than to swim in it," Rudy murmured.
"There's a sauna at the other end of the pool, if you want to make use of it," Otto told them.
"I think I might do that," Harry said.
"There's also a whirlpool section down there, too. You can turn it on if you wish."
"I'm going to stay here and drink," Danny said.
"I'm going to the sauna," Flo said, "how about you two?"
Zena and Carlos declined and Flo and Harry went off to the sauna. Inside it was dim, the intense dry heat quickly dried Flo off, but her bathing suit was stul wet. Harry suggested they take off their suits. They lay on the wooden benches, half sleeping in the heat, side by side. Harry reached over and petted Flo's warm naked body.
"Let's do it in here," he suggested.
"But it's so hot."
"Come on, it'll be fun," he persuaded, his penis beginning to enlarge at the thought.
Flo examined his body, which was the smooth hard body of a much younger man, although the hair of his crotch was mixed with grey. She wondered what Danny would do if he came upon them. Harry was quickly on top of her, trying to push his ever-growing shaft into her, but Flo wriggled free and got out from under him.
"No," she said, half teasing. "I don't think so."
She stood up now, moving away. The heat inside the wooden room was making her feel lightheaded and dizzy. Harry pushed her up against the wall.
"Don't be a tease," he pleaded, beginning to push his knee between her legs forcefully.
"Harry, I just don't want to. What if someone came in
"That never stopped you before," he said, his knee pushing harder now to open her legs, "did it?"
With a quick burst of energy, Flo pushed him away and made it to the door. She realized after she was out that she had left her bathing suit behind. Quickly she jumped into the round whirlpool which was separate from the main pool. It had been turned on and the water was frothy with foam. It pulsated all around her. She looked for the others who were far down the other end of the huge room, all sitting around the bar. She doubted if any of them had noticed her jump in or the fact that she was naked. There was a splash behind her and now Harry was beside her.
He was watching her steadily. She tried to inch away but the motion of the water caught her off balance and in a moment he was beside her, his arm firmly around her.
"Thought you could get away, didn't you? I didn't know you were such a teasing bitch!"
"Don't be an ass, Harry. It was two hundred degrees in there!"
As Harry moved closer to her, pinning her arms back on the edge of the pool, she could feel that he, too, was naked. Through the throbbing of the water all around them, she could feel his rod moving against her stomach, his strong legs pushing themselves in between hers. They were up to their necks in the water, their backs to the others. As Flo felt her legs spread apart she could feel the insistent pulsating of the water begin to massage her genitals.
"I'm going to fuck you right here, baby," Harry said into her ear.
Flo began to be frightened that Danny would see them. She struggled to turn her head and noticed that they had all gone to the billiard tables, which were around a corner, and she knew that she and Harry were out of sight. She relaxed a little. Still, she knew, there was a chance that Danny might come looking for her. Yet, Harry was Otto's guest, she thought, and she could tell Danny she had had to. But would he believe her?
Harry's demanding cock vanished all these thoughts from her mind. She leaned back and let herself float a little in the whirlpool, easing her legs apart so that his rod could enter her, the rippling of the water kept a steady manipulation at her body.
Harry moved further down to where it was deeper and she could no longer touch bottom. She floated now as he adjusted himself to move easily into her, his hands under her arms holding her up, he began to move back and forth in the water, each time pushing her up against the pool's edge.
"How's that?" Harry asked, chuckling in her ear, "Ever get fucked in the water before?"
She shook her head. He was moving harder now, her legs began to float. The foamy water made her head spin. It felt wonderful, her whole body felt charged. She felt his mouth move over her face, his body rub against her, then move apart, letting the warm water seep between them, vibrating all their pores, massaging all their skin, then he was back again, pushing it into her. All the motion became united with the motion of the water, their fucking and the water whirling around them. All of her body began to throb with the water, with Harry's steady in and out movements. Rhythmically, she moved her body, swaying as it floated slightly, but pinned to the side of the pool by his prick, each time it riveted her back to the side, like an apple at the end of a stick.
"It tingles," she murmured as the tingling spread from her toes up to her cunt.
It burned from the friction of his flesh pushing against her in the water. She tried to edge away but his big stick had her tight in place and she could only bob up and down a Little in the water as each time he drove it in, keeping her in place.
"It burns," she said now, trying to push his arms and shoulders away, to let loose his hands under her arms, holding her up, "let me go, Harry, let me go...."
"Not a chance, you teasing little bitch, not a chance."
He rammed it in again. Her head was reeling. Her entire pubic area was burning and tingling simultaneously as the frothy water swirled around them, never stopping.
Harry lunged against and into her with more force now, a greater urgency. The water came up and covered Flo's face for a quick second, then receded, each time emerging her m the swift moving water, until she felt her vagina begin to tighten around his dick, tighten and begin to be lost in a crash of orgasm. Harry kept lunging and receding, until finally he stopped and Flo could feel his hot come burn against her flesh as it mingled with the water. Gradually, he let himself move out of her.
Flo went over to the ladder of the pool and Harry followed her, exhausted but smiling. As she climbed out, she saw Danny coming over to them. The grin on his face faded as he saw that they were both naked, their bodies pink from the whirlpool, Harry's organ was limp but not fully down to its flaccid state, the knob at the end gleamed with a fluid that was not just pool water.
"Hi, Danny," Harry greeted him, "having fun?"
Flo smiled, but avoided Danny's eyes.
"I think I'll get dressed now," she said, and headed quickly for the dressing rooms.
But Danny was right behind her and once inside he slammed the door shut.
"What was that all about?"
Flo shrugged. What right had he to be so jealous? She resented his jealousy. Her body felt good from the whirlpool and the sex, except where it burned inside her cunt. She tied a terry cloth robe around her and sat with a slight grimace on a bench in front of the dressing table. She began brushing her hair. The wild red curls clung damply to her head. She watched Danny in the mirror. He was standing behind her now and he wasn't smiling.
"You let anybody stick it in, don't you?"
"Danny, you told me you just work here. Well, I don't have too much to say around here, either, remember."
"You won't say 'no' because you don't want to."
He moved closer now and she could feel the bulge in his tight elastic bikini bathing suit push against the back of her head. He rubbed it menacingly against her.
"Rather have that old dried up prick fuck you than me?"
"Believe me, Danny," Flo said, annoyed with him now, continuing brushing her hair, "I had no choice. Just like you had no choice last night with Otto."
As soon as she said it she knew she shouldn't have reminded him of that. His dark eyes clouded over with fury. He pushed her off the bench with one sweep of his hand and onto the floor.
"Shut up about that! Shut up before I kill you!"
Flo struggled to her feet, shaking with fear, tightening the robe around her waist. She picked up the brush again.
"I'll take that, bitch!"
Danny pulled the brush out of her hand.
"You need somebody to teach you a lesson, teach you to keep that big mouth of yours shut, you little smart ass!"
Holding the brush in one hand, with the other he pulled off her robe. Flo stepped back. She was too afraid of him to move. Now he grabbed her by the neck.
"I'm going to teach you something you'll never forget," he said in a low fierce voice.
He sat on the bench where she had just been sitting and pulled her over his knees. Flo realized then what he intended to do and fought to get up, but he pushed her down with his left hand and with his right swung the wooden brush down over her and landed it hard on her buttocks.
"How's that? How does that feel?"
He swung it again and again, each time hitting her with a greater force. She could feel her raised cheeks string with each impact of the brush. Her head was almost touching the floor, her feet were struggling in the air, but he held her tight and there was no escaping the swift whack of the brush....
"Your ass is getting nice and pink...."
Whack. The brush hit the burning flesh again.
"Nice round little ass you got, only now it's not as white as it was before...."
Bammmm. The brush stung across her cheeks again. Flo squirmed on his lap, feeling his thighs under her, feeling her burning crotch begin to burn more as a slow trickle of fluid, began forming, in spite of herself. The brush hit again.
"Now how did you like fucking with Harry? Aren't you glad you did? You sneak! You little fucking sneak!"
"Danny ... Danny, stop ... it wasn't my fault,.. owwwww! , , ."
Whack. The brush came down again with even greater force, spreading a red hot heat through her loins. Her cunt grew wetter. Danny was furiously letting her have it, his arm never seemed to get tired, again and again the brush landed with a slam against her soft reddening skin.
"Danny ... please . , ." she moaned, wriggling to escape.
"Danny, please," he mocked her, laughing, "don't give me any of that shit, baby, because I'm not buying it. I want you so sore that you're not going to get down with anybody too fast, you're not going to move that ass for anyone ... except for me, of course," he laughed.
She shrieked in pain as the next whap hit her. Danny finally put the brush down and let her go.
"There," he said, smiling, "that'll do you for awhile. That'll show you what happens to bad little girls who open their twats to anyone who comes along."
"I hate you!" Flo screamed to him, pounding on his head and shoulders with her clenched fists, "I hate you, you sick, slimy, sadistic fucking bastard, you creep, you punk...."
Quickly Danny held both her arms at her wrists so that she was powerless to hit him. He was still laughing, his eyes glaring, cruel, holding her tightly.
"You never learn do you, baby? You just never know when to shut that big mouth of yours, do you, bitch?"
He let go of her wrist and slapped her viciously across her face. She stumbled and fell against the dressing table. He pulled her up again, pressing her to him. She could feel the bulge in his bathing suit had grown while he had been spanking her and now he pulled his cock out and moved it up against her. She fought to get free of him, wild now and hurting from where he had spanked her. Her ass ached. But he was too strong and too determined for her. He grabbed her again and she felt his fingers go inside her snatch where it was burning and wet.
"Please, Danny, please, please, stop, let go of me, I hate you ... I hate you ... don't touch me...."
With one hand, Danny swept off the dressing table, sending bottles and hair pins and tissues to the floor, and then pushed Flo on it. Her back fit on it but her legs were over the edge. He pushed up her legs, exposing her vagina, and rammed his eager dick inside of it. She turned back and forth, seeing herself in the mirror right next to her, her face was desperate. He held both her legs up in the air and stood at the end of the table, laughing down at her futile struggling, his back arched and curved as he plunged it in and out of her.
Flo was crying now, her eyes shut tight against the mirror and the sight of him standing there, holding her legs straight up in the air, unable to bear the humiliation, his cruelty. Her cunt burned against his ramming. Danny softened up a little and stopped, reached down for a jar of jelly and spread it over his glistening hard cock. When he inserted it again it felt cool and still thick but more slippery to Flo. He hammered it into Flo's helpless pussy. Then she felt his fingers spreading the lubricant over her other entrance, felt his fingers move past the tight sphincter of the asshole. He spread her cheeks apart, they were still hot and sore from the spanking. She moaned and writhed, her body twitching as he steered the cock into her, still gripping her legs, pushing them farther apart so as to better enter her.
"Danny, Danny, don't...."
"Don't you like it, baby? Like it better the other way?"
He pulled it out, pushing into the vaginal tunnel, then pulled it out again and pushed it into her anus.
"Which one is better, huh, baby? This one ... or this? This is so ... much ... tighter ... but this one is so slippery and hot....Come on, baby, come on, keep those legs up ... which one do you want me to shoot off in? This ... or this ... yeah, this one is real ... nice ... real ... nice...."
Flo's body convulsed in fiery spasms as her sore buttocks raised higher and higher to meet the stiff pole that pounded into her, first above, then below, raising higher and higher to meet the final hot flow that shot out a thick white stream into her....
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost seven o'clock and they were sitting once again in the library, another fire crackling in the big fireplace, each of them settled into the comfortable velvet couches, sipping wine before dinner.
"Well, my dear girls, how is your little visit coming along? Enjoying yourselves, I trust?" Otto asked.
Zena smiled slightly, and took a sip of her wine.
"Even hell has its good points, I guess," Zena said.
Carlos sat beside her on the couch and their eyes met. Flo caught the little look that went between them, as did everyone else in the room. So that's how it is, Flo thought. She gets Carlos and I'm stuck with the crazy one. Danny sat beside her, looking calm and cool, almost harmless.
"How about you, Florence, my child?"
"Oh, it's a barrel of fun," Flo said sarcastically, "really great. I just love getting raped every time I turn around."
The others laughed. Zena guessed that between this morning and now something had gone wrong with Flo. She guessed it had to do with Danny but couldn't tell. She wished the evening was over with so that she could figure out a way to be alone with Carlos. She hoped that Otto didn't have any more theatrics planned for this evening. She remembered with a shudder his performance with Danny last night. What if he forced Carlos to ... but she didn't want to follow that thought all the way through.
"And you, Harry, having a good time?" Otto said now, turning his attention to Harry.
"Lovely, just lovely. Although I did think I would be getting just a Utile more, if you know what I mean."
"A little more what, Harry?"
"Well ... Otto ... not that I'm complaining, but these two girls here. Well, let's say they're not the most obliging young ladies I've met."
"What? Not getting enough pussy, Harry? What's the matter with you two? Don't you like older men?"
Otto turned to them, that small mean smile on his lips.
"I think they prefer the younger studs," Rudy said.
"Aha! So, a little extracurricular activity going on behind my back, boys?"
Carlos coughed a little and smiled. Zena tried to pretend not to care, but there was a knot in her throat. She knew Otto could be vicious if he wanted to. She, also, strongly believed that Carlos would probably do whatever his boss wanted. She wondered what kind of a hold Otto had on Carlos and Danny.
"Just trying to keep 'em happy," Danny said, with a sneer.
"Oh, really? How about Harry? After all, he's paying for all of this. Who's trying to keep him happy?"
There was an uneasy silence in the room.
"Well, Harry," Rudy said at last, "what is it you'd like? Just name it. We've got some time before dinner."
Harry looked uncomfortable, as if he was sorry he had spoken. He moved a little in his seat, sipped nervously at his wine. He seemed to be afraid of Otto and Rudy.
"Harry would rather not say," Otto said, "I guess he wants us to amuse him. Right, Harry?"
Harry nodded, clearly embarrassed, but still excited, and getting more so.
"Which one of our two young ladies strikes your fancy, Harry?"
Harry cleared his throat and pointed to Zena.
"I think it's her turn next," he murmured.
Zena moved back in her seat, her body turning rigid.
"Oh, no, no thanks, Harry."
"Sure it's her you want, Harry? Remember what a little tiger that one is? Both of us had to hold her down for you last time."
Harry stared at Zena, smiling. His mind was made up, she could tell. She wondered if there was any chance of getting out of it. Maybe Carlos would help her....
"Sure you wouldn't like to try one of the boys instead?" Rudy asked. "They can be amusing at times."
Harry laughed uncomfortably and shook his head. "No, thanks. That's Otto's game, not mine."
Otto looked at him narrowly.
"So, it's Zena, is it? How would you like her, Harry?"
"Alone, I want her alone."
"That can be arranged, but do you think you can manage her?"
"I might need some help in the beginning...."
"Okay, Harry, anything you say."
"I want her tied up."
"Sure, Harry, sure. Carlos, get some rope." Zena jumped up, scared. "No, Carlos...."
But Carlos ignored her and left the room. Zena ran out after him.
"Carlos, you can't let them do this to me, you can't...."
"Relax," Carlos whispered to her, "it's just a game. He won't hurt you."
"But Carlos ... I'm scared ... I don't want him to...."
"Come on, Zena, be a sport."
"A sport? Carlos, I thought you cared about me, about us...."
Carlos frowned at her and pushed her hand off his arm.
"I told you, Zena, you're taking it all too seriously. Relax and enjoy it."
Otto and Rudy came out of the library. "Having a lovers' quarrel?"
Otto grabbed Zena's arms and held them behind her.
"Come, my dear, we're going up to Harry's room. Meet you up there, Carlos. With the rope."
Zena tried to get free of Otto but couldn't. Harry followed them upstairs. Danny and Flo stayed behind.
"I want Flo, too," Harry said suddenly, "can I have both of them?"
"Sure, Harry. Get the other one, Rudy."
Upstairs they went into Harry's bedroom. It was a big old-fashioned room, with dark heavy furniture, a thick Oriental rug on the floor, tapestries on the walls, a big four-poster bed with a red velvet canopy with a filmy red fabric all around the bed.
Zena kicked Rudy in the shins, he backed off and laughed, then grabbed her wrists and held them behind her.
"What's the matter, honey, Carlos go off and leave you all alone, with us?" he said.
The girls were tied to the bed, both lying down. Rudy stripped off their clothes with a small smile on his face. They were only a few inches from each other, but neither looked at the other. Their hands were tied at the wrists and their feet at the ankles to the four bed posts. Carlos and Danny did the tying.
"Well, Harry, they're all yours."
Otto and Rudy and Carlos and Danny left the room. They were alone now with Harry and now he was taking his clothes off, his eyes never leaving them, a big ready smile on his face. Zena strained to free her wrists from the rope, but it just burned at her skin so she stopped. She looked up at the wine-colored velvet canopy above the bed. She thought of Carlos pushing her away. Of Carlos tying her ankles roughly, without a word. I hate him, she thought, I hate him. He tricked me. I should have run away this morning ... why didn't I? She stole a glimpse over at Flo. Flo was staring at Harry, her face icy. Zena looked down at her own naked body next to Flo's. She could smell the sweet odor of Flo's skin near hers. She thought again of that night when Flo had lain naked on the dining room table near her...."Ready, girls?"
Harry looked drunk with power.
"Who do you think you're going to fuck with that prick, Harry?" Ho sneered, "A midget?"
Harry's penis was rubbery looking, but growing menacingly larger as he approached the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you both," Harry whispered, "just you wait and see."
Harry climbed onto the bed and Zena watched him hover over Flo.
"Second time today, eh, baby?"
Flo turned her head and her eyes met Zena's.
"Thinks he is one bad motherfucker," Flo said with a laugh.
Harry mounted Flo, aiming carefully and slowly at the reddish-brown patch that covered the entrance to her snatch.
Zena closed her eyes tight. She couldn't stand to watch Flo get fucked. She had never been in this situation before. She heard a small cry from Flo as he penetrated her.
"How's that, Flo? Not bad, is it? How's that?"
He pounded over Flo, rocking the bed. Zena turned and looked the other way. Her body was hot with fury and hatred of him, of Carlos, of herself for not having run away this morning. She tried not to listen to Harry's grunts as he continually pounded into Flo.
Then the pounding and grunting stopped and he was climbing over to her.
"Your turn next, baby," he whispered, coming down on top of her, his mouth finding her breast, his legs pushing her legs apart.
Zena looked down and saw his cock, now fully erect, wet from the juice that was inside Flo's cunt, now pushing between her outer lips, coming into her hole.
"There it goes! That's a girl, oh, christ, that feels good."
His mouth worked at her breast while he bobbed up and down over her. Zena felt her own sweat trickling down her thighs as her body loosened up under the constant ramming of his shaft inside her. Then, abruptly, he left her and went back to Flo.
"I can't decide which one of you I like better," he said to Flo, as the bed rocked under his movement.
"Maybe we can decide for you ..
Zena raised her head enough to see that Carlos and Danny had come into the room.
"Get out of here, you two. Get lost! Now!" Harry commanded, half stopping, turning to face them.
"Look at that old boy go," Danny said, coming up behind Harry.
Flo recognized that cruel gleam in Danny's eye. She wondered what he was going to do. She was relieved, however, to see him.
Danny pulled Harry off Flo, his big sticky machine was sticking out in front of him, red and throbbing.
"You call that a cock? You stupid old fart," Danny said, knocking Harry across the room, bouncing him off the wall.
"You can't do this to me, you hoodlums, I know about you two...."
Danny punched, him in the stomach, making him double up with pain.
"You don't know nothing," he said fiercely.
When Harry stood up again, Carlos pinned him with one hand to the wall. With the other he reached down, taking Harry's testicles in his hand.
"Want to see a grown man cry?" he asked Danny.
He squeezed the hairy, wrinkled skin, squeezing at the small round balls inside the sac. Harry fought to get free but couldn't. Carlos squeezed harder.
"Stop ... stop ... you ... stop!...."
Carlos released him.
"Untie the girls," Carlos said, still holding the terrified Harry. Danny went over to the bed, grinning, and untied the girls.
"Two nice sopping wet pussies here. Just waiting to be finished off,'.' he said.
Zena got up off the bed quickly, moving away from Danny. She didn't want to be finished off by either of them, she thought. Carlos threw Harry over to the bed.
"Let me finish him, Carlos," Danny begged, "let me have him!"
"Did Otto say it was okay?"
"Yeah. Harry's got a low credit rating with Otto. He said we could do what we want."
"What do you want to do to him?"
"I want to get off inside him. Let him see how it feels to be screwed."
Zena and Flo watched, horrified, as Carlos held Harry down. Harry pleaded with them to stop.
"Spread those cheeks, Harry," Danny laughed, pulling his cock out of his pants, jumping on the bed. "I'm going to screw you good."
Carlos watched, grinning, as Danny moved his cock to the brown wrinkled opening of Harry's rectum.
"Aren't you going to put anything on it, Danny?"
"Nah, I'm going to give it to him dry. There'll be plenty on it when I get my rocks off!"
Carlos winked at Zena, as if to say, see, I didn't let him get you. But Zena shuddered at Harry's cries for help as Danny squeezed into him, bucking and laughing as if he were riding a wild horse.
"Hey, Harry, how do you like this for a change? Getting enough excitement for your money? Hold still, Harry, so I can let 'er rip, I'm getting ready to come, Harry, hold still ... Yippeeeeee!"
Still laughing, Danny jumped off the bed.
"Who's next, girls?"
But Flo and Zena were already dressed and shook their heads.
He went into the bathroom. "Excuse me while I wash off all this gism," he grinned.
Harry lay on the bed, his face buried in the pillows. Slowly, red faced, he got up.
"Hey, Danny, Harry got his off too. Look at that mess of cream on the bed. You really liked it, didn't you, Harry?" Carlos asked.
Standing up, Flo saw that Harry's face was puffy from where Danny had hit him. He dressed himself quickly, not looking at any of them, and left the room.
"Where'd he go?" Danny asked, coming out of the bathroom. "I was just warming up."
"You look pretty hot to me," Carlos said.
The two of them laughed, but neither Flo nor Zena even smiled. They moved towards the door slowly.
"Hey, wait a minute. Where are you two going?"
"I've had enough, Danny," Flo said, shrugging his arm off her shoulders, "leave me alone, please."
"Poor Flo, it's been a hard day. Get it? Hard. Real hard. Come on, baby. I got the hots for you again and it's hard as a rock just thinking about it. What do you say?"
"Danny, I'm tired. Leave me alone, please."
"What about you, Zena?" Danny asked, coming over to her.
Zena looked over at Carlos; half frightened of Danny, not knowing just how to handle him.
"Oh, I see. You just want to make it with him, huh? Old Danny's prick isn't good enough for you, is it? Why not? Carlos screwed Flo, so why can't you and I get together?"
"I don't feel like it just now," Zena said. "Someday you and I are going to get together, Zena, you're going to really dig it."
"What's Otto going to say when he finds out what you did to Harry?" Zena said.
"Oh, Harry, he won't say nothing. He loved it. That's what he paid for."
"I wouldn't bet on that."
"You don't know this place like we do," Carlos said. "Thank god," Flo murmured. "How long have you two been working here?" Zena asked.
"About a year now. It's a good-paying job," Danny said, grinning.
"Not to mention the fringe benefits," Flo said.
"There's a lot goes on here that you two don't know....
"Shut up, Danny," Carlos commanded.
"Like what, Danny?" Flo asked.
But Danny only smiled and remained silent. Zena found her shoes and headed towards the door, Flo joining her.
"Sure you wouldn't like a before-dinner treat? Sort of an appetizer? There's plenty more left," Danny asked, patting the ridge of his fly with a smile.
"No thanks."
"Flo's mad at me," Danny explained to Carlos. "How come?"
"She stepped out of line today and I gave her a little spanking. And something else, too. She's mad now. Too bad. I should have let old Harry screw her."
"Yeah, we rescued them and now they don't even thank us."
"Oh, we're grateful," Flo said, "but there's more than one way to thank somebody. You have to do everything with your cock, Danny?"
"Why not?"
"You mad at me, Zena?" Carlos asked, coming over to her now, "Just because I tied you up? I saved you, didn't I?"
"Better late than never?" Zena asked. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
Zena looked at Carlos' dark handsome face. In spite of herself she felt a small twinge of longing for him. They smiled at each other.
"Well," Danny said, "if nobody's going to fuck, let's go down for dinner. I'm starved."
CHAPTER NINE
In the dining room they were all introduced to a newly arrived guest.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Connie," Otto said, his voice in its most oily tone.
Connie sat directly across from Zena. She was a fortyish-looking woman, with short blonde hair and heavy makeup, eyes thick with false lashes and mascara and glistening blue eye shadow. Her lips were carefully covered with a coat of red lipstick. She smiled at Zena, revealing large even white teeth.
"Connie is actually my nearest neighbor," Otto explained, "she lives ten miles down the road."
"Yes," Connie said in a heavy Southern drawl, "I just came in to borrow a cup of sugar from you-all and here I am invited to dinner. Well, I must say this is sure nice of you. I do so love visiting Otto, here."
Carlos and Danny once again served the food. Tonight it was all varieties of fish, raw and fried, boiled and broiled, skewered and creamed, lobster, crab, shrimp, salmon, pickled and fresh. They all ate hungrily.
"Fish is sex food," Otto told them, "lots of protein. Doesn't weigh you down, if you know what I mean."
"Otto," Connie drawled, "I do declare. You always were a devil, you rascal. Yes, a bit of a devil, that's you."
"More than a bit, my dear. Although I do bite."
Connie was the only one who laughed at Otto's joke.
They continued eating. Zena noticed that whenever she looked up, Connie's shadowed blue eyes were watching her. Instantly, she would smile when Zena met her gaze. Zena only looked away, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
They were served dessert, fruit and cheese and port. Afterwards, Otto suggested they retire to the library. As they were leaving the dining room, Zena felt Connie's hand on her arm. It was a long bony hand, heavy with rings, her nails long and beautifully manicured, and pearly white polish covered each nail. Zena felt once again uneasy with Connie's interest in her.
"Otto, darling, do you mind awfully if I borrow your guest here for a little while? There is something I so want to discuss with her. It's about that modeling job.
"Oh, yes. I didn't tell you, did I? Connie is a top model trainer. She has an agency in the city. Always on the look out for a fresh face, eh, Connie?"
"Oh, certainly! And there's something about this here young lady...."
"I'm afraid I'm really not...."
"Now, don't argue with her, Zena," Otto said, "when her mind is made up, it's made up."
Connie seemed to know her way about Otto's house. She led Zena to a room she had never been in before. It was a music room. There was a grand piano in the center of the room, polished to a high shine.
"I'm serious, Zena," Connie told her, going over to the stereo set and selecting a record, then putting it on. "I think you have real possibilities for modeling. You sell yourself too short."
"I think Flo would be better at it than me," Zena protested.
She didn't want to be rude to Connie, but at the same time this woman's insistence annoyed her. She wanted to leave but couldn't think of a polite way out. She sat across from Connie.
"With your bones, I am sure you photograph very well. That's one of the essential things ... bones. Now, your hair...."
She came over and squeezed herself beside Zena and the arm of the chair on which Zena was sitting. She unfastened the ribbon with which Zena had tied her hair back, and gently pushed her hair closer to her face, smoothing away stray hairs with a delicate scratch of her long, frosted fingernails.
"There, now, my dear, that's much better. That really looks lovely, why do you wear your hair back like that?"
Zena shrugged, uncomfortably. She inched back in her seat, away from Connie.
Connie had stopped talking and when Zena looked over at her, she saw the woman, her gleaming red lips in a strange half smile. The music she had put on was a piano concerto. It filled the room loudly. Connie was looking down at Zena's breasts. Now she leaned forward and touched her neck.
"You really are lovely, you know that, don't you?"
"Look ... I don't know what you want, but...."
"Just to look at you. Just to admire."
"Yes, well, I don't know. This makes me feel..
"Don't you like me?"
Her face moved closer to Zena's face. She smelled of some heavy sweet perfume. Zena moved back, trying to avoid looking up at her. Then Connie's hand came up and gently stroked her face. With her other hand, she reached over to Zena's breast, cupping it in her long thin hand.
"Don't you like me?" she repeated softly.
Zena leaned back as Connie's lips touched hers. She could feel the woman's breath on her face as her smooth lips spread open Zena's lips and a warm soft tongue came poking delicately into her mouth.
The thick sweet smell of the perfume overpowered Zena. She felt as if she would choke. She felt dizzy and strangely helpless, strangely excited by this, by this woman who was now unzipping her dress. Connie moved her mouth, gradually, enticing with each lick, down Zena's smooth neck to her chest, to the warm valley between Zena's breasts. Now her hands undid the bra. She slid the bra off Zena, tossing it on the floor.
"Why do you wear a bra when your breasts are so wild and full and beautiful?" she murmured, covering her breasts with small furtive kisses.
Zena lay back on the couch, her head all the way back. Her eyes shut tight. She felt she must get up, but she couldn't, she should get up, but she couldn't move. Throughout her body she could feel the breathless small chills of pleasure begin to creep over her. Some small trace of repugnancy, hatred of herself for what she was letting Connie do to her, remained, but it was quickly drowned in the waves of delight that kept her on the chair. She couldn't resist, couldn't move.
Now Connie gently lifted Zena's hips as she pulled down her dress, letting it drop to the floor; then she pulled down the pantyhose, under which Zena wore nothing. Connie knelt and took off the pantyhose completely. Then Zena could feel Connie's lips moving steadily up the inside of her legs, as the music in the room grew wilder, louder, as her body became hotter, first one side, then the other. Her mouth moved slowly, until finally she had reached her destination. Here, Connie's lips pushed apart the soft furry folds and began to lick in small hot darts the deep pink ridges and valleys of Zena's cunt.
"Mmmmm, it smells good in here, it tastes lovely.
* * *
Zena tossed her head from side to side, felt her hips rise up from the chair an inch and then fall back. She felt the tip of Connie's tongue explore her outer lips, the mouth of her tunnel, felt her tongue move cautiously inside it ... then Connie's mouth gripped the hard round pearl of Zena's clitoris. She rolled it against her tongue, keeping a revolving, steady motion going. Zena's hips slid down the chair until she was at the edge, her knees wide apart. She spread her legs even wider to allow Connie's mouth to press fully and firmly against her.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, Connie ... suck it, suck it!...." she moaned, feeling herself grow hotter and dizzier, her cunt growing wetter. "Ohhhhhhhh, Connie, Tax commmmmming ... commminnggggg!...."
Through her coming, Zena could feel Connie's mouth never stopping. Zena fell limp to the side of the sofa. Connie spread her out the length of the couch and stood up, looking down at her.
"Not so bad, was it?" she smiled.
Zena couldn't bear to look in those black-fringed eyes with their thick blue shadow, or the over-red cheeks. She kept her eyes closed, turned and looked at the back of the couch. She heard Connie and knew she was taking off her clothes.
"Oh god, no, I can't take any more...." she moaned.
"But, darling, we've just begun...."
Naked, Connie was on top of her. Zena could feel the bristle of her cunt hair scratch against her own. Her arms went up to push her away and she could feel the narrow waist, the hot soft breasts crushed against her own, the slim long legs. Zena thought swiftly of Carlos, what if he saw her now? She couldn't budge Connie from her.
Connie took Zena's hand and placed it inside the older woman's cunt. Holding Zena's hand by the wrist, she moved it back and forth. Zena could feel the sticky hot flesh, covered with a gummy liquid. Zena tried to take her hand out, but Connie gripped her wrist tightly. She pushed Zena's fingers until they were all the way up inside her vagina. Zena felt the pulsating walls of Connie's love tube. Then her fingers found the hard nub just outside the opening. She squeezed it gently between her two fingers....
"Zena, Zena ... hey ... don't ... don't...."
Connie rolled on top of her, rocking from side to side, her mouth licking at Zena's breasts, sucking tightly on the nipples. Zena pulled free of Connie's wrist, pulled her hand out and pushed Connie away in a sudden burst of hatred for the whole thing. She felt an intense wave of self-disgust pour over her.
Connie lay on the couch, moaning softly, her hand between her legs, finishing off frantically what Zena had only begun. Zena watched her in horror and repulsion. When it was over, Connie sat up. The makeup on her eyes had smeared into dark smudges, her lips were a blurry red. Zena stood panic-stricken as Connie suddenly jumped up and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down to the floor, the two of them tripping over each other, falling in a heap on the rug. Zena tried to scramble free, to get away, but Connie pinned her down.
"You stay there, you hear?"
With one strong hand on Zena, she reached with the other for her purse. From it she took a piece of shiny pink plastic that was an exact replica of a man's penis, only twice the size, almost, a superhuman cock. Zena stared in shock as Connie worked quickly to fasten it to herself. Then, wearing it, the monstrous size of it protruding from between Connie's legs, she descended on Zena. Connie, resting on her elbows, kneeling between Zena's pulled apart legs, looked down at Zena, smiling, revealing teeth smudged with lipstick. Zena felt the tip of that pseudo-dick nudge at her pussy. She felt herself become wetter, as if in anticipation of the lubrication she would need for that monstrosity to enter her.
Connie was extremely skillful and gentle. Still looking down, smiling that blurry smile at Zena, she maneuvered the fake cock inside of her, inch by inch, as Zena squirmed and pushed and groaned to be free of its immense size. But Connie would not stop. Now Zena's legs were raised, her hips almost off the floor....
"Oh, I can't, I just can't, it won't go any more, it won't go...."
"Sure it will, darling, sure it will, come on, be my sweet baby, come on, let's stretch it a Utile more...."
"Connie, I can't, it's ripping me, it's too big for me, I don't think it'll fit!...."
"It'll stretch, it'll make it, it never fails...."
The thought flashed across Zena's mind of how many other girls had struggled in pain like this under Connie's expert and gentle but firm direction. And then with a quick unbearable stab of pain, she felt it slide completely inside her, making a stinging line stretch from its tip to its base. An extreme flood of pleasure filled Zena....
Connie moved it back and forth skillfully inside of her.
"See, see? I told you it would go in. See how nice it is?"
The odor of Connie's sugary perfume stuck in her throat. She couldn't bear that unnaturally hard cock and at the same time she had never felt so filled up, never felt such twitches of ecstasy begin to creep over her. Again and again Connie thrusted, until Zena was welcoming it, wanting it, wanting more, overcome with the rippling waves of joy that flowed through her....
CHAPTER TEN
Zena didn't speak as she stood up, afterwards. She found her clothes, piece by piece, and, trembling from a combination of fatigue, soreness, and intense pleasure, she began to dress herself. Connie, however, lay back on an arm chair, her legs sprawled apart, the mocking dildo still attached to her hips, her lips hanging open in a half smile. She sat like that, unmoving, blissful, as Zena smoothed back her hair, hastily tying it as she left the room. Once outside she leaned against the door, gasping slightly, still breathless and exhausted from all that had happened.
Then, steadying herself, she made her way to the library. Inside she could hear the others talking. She had an overwhelming desire to see Carlos, and at the same time, she was afraid to face him. What if he knew what had happened already? Obviously, they must all know about Connie. They must have known when Connie took Zena away like that. Zena stopped, her hand on the library door, she thought of Otto smiling, probably knowing exactly what Connie would do. He was even more sick than she had thought.
I've got to get out of here, Zena told herself. She turned, not knowing whether to go upstairs and get her coat, or to bolt for the door right now.
"Why, hello."
Zena spun around, guiltily. It was Rudy.
"And how was your little conversation with Connie? Is there a career waiting for you in modeling?" Rudy chuckled to himself. He took her elbow.
"Come and join us, tell us all about it."
Helpless, she followed him into the library.
The others looked up with interest as Zena and Rudy entered the room.
"Why, here she is. Our own dear girl. How was your chat with Connie?" Otto asked her.
"A little less than pleasant."
"Oh my, was Connie up to her old tricks again?"
Zena sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, across from Carlos. She crossed her legs, winced, and uncrossed them again. Carlos gave her a little wink. Zena scowled at him.
"I'm afraid our neighbor was a little hard on the girl," if you know what I mean," Rudy smirked.
"Hard? Oh yes, hard, Yes, that is a pity. I will have to scold her ... well, here she is. We were just discussing you."
Connie walked into the room with a slight swagger. "The conquering hero. Or is it heroine?" Rudy asked dryly.
Connie had washed her face of all makeup and looked, scrubbed and pink, about ten years younger and much more innocent. Zena kept her eyes from meeting Connie's.
"Naughty, naughty," Otto said, "you were very bad with my niece."
"Your niece? Well, Otto, if I had known...."
"What would you have done? I'm afraid you are incorrigible. What are we going to do with you for punishment?"
"Punishment? I did nothing wrong."
"Nothing? The poor child is trembling and fidgeting in her seat. She was so shaken up she could hardly sit down. Don't you think you should make amends?"
Connie laughed brightly, falsely. Zena knew she was worried about Otto, and whether his threats were real or in fun.
"I think we should be her jury. You, the judge, should pronounce sentence," Rudy suggested.
"Well, then, how does the jury find her?" Otto asked.
"Guilty, your honor," Rudy returned.
"I sentence her then to hard labor. The hardest labor she could possible have."
"Hey, wait a minute. Don't I get to say something in my own defense?"
"The defendant will please keep silent. I now appoint two executioners for my sentence. They will, uh, supervise the labor. Rudy and Harry, you are chosen."
His face expressionless, Rudy stood and walked toward Connie. Harry, grinning uneasily, got up, too. Rudy pulled Connie by the arm and brought her to the center of the room.
"Music, please," Rudy said.
Carlos got up and turned on some music, which softly filled the room. Rudy then took Connie in his arms and began to dance with her in a stiff old-fashioned waltz manner. Rudy motioned for Harry to join him, nodding his head to show Harry where to place his hands. Under Rudy's direction, Harry held Connie from behind, also dancing, so that Connie was sandwiched between them They danced like this for several minutes, Connie smiling, but not totally comfortable, as if sensing some danger.
Then Rudy stopped. He began to unbutton Connie's blouse.
"Hey, wait a minute...."
"The witness is instructed to keep silent," Otto said. "Just wait a minute ... hey ... you can't...."
"Silence!"
Roughly, Rudy took off her blouse, then her skirt. Connie stood in the center of the room, the others watching her quietly, as if engrossed in a television show, the characters in the drama having nothing whatsoever to do with reality. Even Zena and Flo watched, having, it seemed, grown used to such spectacles. Connie could see in Zena a gleam of hatred flashing through her stare.
Connie wore a black lace bra. This Rudy pulled harshly at in front, till it snapped. Connie wore black pantyhose. These Harry pulled down in back. Connie's body was pale and softly curving, her skin very soft and fair, the breasts were small and pear shaped, with pink nipples. Her pubic hair was a tuft of soft blonde hair, her Mps were just slightly curved, pure white cheeks. Harry began touching Connie's body, petting and stroking the outline of her shoulder blades, running his hand down her spine, caressing the two dimples at the base of her spine, then stroking her buttocks.
Rudy stood back and with one fingertip drew little patterns on Connie's soft pink skin. Rudy traced little circles around and around each of Connie's breasts.
Connie moved uncomfortably, not yet sure of what was happening to her, she shivered slightly.
"Take off your pants, Harry," Rudy said, removing his own.
"Hey, wait a minute now, you-all, what's going on here, I mean...."
"The witness will not be instructed again to keep silent. Next time she speaks she will be silenced...."
"I am not going to stand here and let you two jerks...."
Rudy took the handkerchief which Otto handed him and wrestled for a moment with Connie, then Harry took her hands and Rudy tied the handkerchief tightly over Connie's mouth. Connie's muffled noises still continued. She scratched viciously at Harry's chest as he restrained her. She kicked at Rudy. But all to no use. Now Harry was in front of her, laughing at her. And Rudy was behind, running his fingernail down her back.
"Okay, Harry, you first."
Connie tried frantically to free herself, but Rudy held her arms tightly behind her. Harry's cock was now enlarged, its round hard tip was purple, a slight dew had already formed on its tip.
"Hold her, Rudy, hold her while I stick it in her."
"I've got her. Now."
Connie looked down in horror at Harry's dick. She let out a sharp scream as he came towards her, holding his penis in front of him, his legs bent slightly to better get into her.
"I guess she doesn't like men too much," Harry laughed.
"Probably never had one in her before." 'Well, this will be her introduction then." Harry jabbed at her crotch with his eager rod. Connie wriggled and struggled to get free.
"Hey, baby, you're gonna like it," Harry purred, pushing excitedly into her, "come on, let it in. Open that twat and let my stick get in, baby, it wants you."
Connie's cries were muffled by the white cotton cloth that bound her mouth tightly. Harry eased himself up inside her with a great sigh of relief as he finally penetrated all the way.
"Goddamn," he said, "it's tight in there. Feels real tight. Real good ... real tight and good....Uhhhhhuhhhhh!"
"How do you like it now?" Rudy whispered loudly and fiercely, "What's your impression of the other sex now, baby? Like to have old Harry give you the business?"
Connie was leaning back now, Rudy half supporting her. She groaned in revulsion and discomfort as Harry repeatedly pushed up inside her.
"I think she likes it, Harry, I think she really likes it," Rudy said.
Connie's eyes were closed tightly. Her back was arched, her pelvis jutted out in front of her, her hips held by Harry as he cocked back and forth, in and out, back and forth. Each time, his shaft emerged slick with juices from Connie's cunt. Each time, he pushed it in further, his head rolling back and forth, his eyes closed, oblivious to everything except that constant throb of his dick.
Now Rudy moved Connie up a little, and still holding her hands at her sides with his own strong arms, he moved his nude loins against her buttocks. Slowly, gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, his masculine organ began to emerge, white at first, but then increasingly redder and thicker. He continued rubbing it, first against one cheek, then the other, then probing it into the valley between. All the while the small sly smile never left Rudy's face, his eyes remained open, watching the back of Connie's head as it tossed to free itself of the gag "Danny, get me some cream," Rudy said.
Danny went to a cabinet in the room and came back with a small jar.
"Rub it on me," Rudy said, "and on her."
Obediently, without any expression on his face, Danny took some of the cream between his thumb and fingers and smoothed it over Rudy's ever-growing cock. Then Danny spread more on his fingers and reached between the two bodies, as Rudy held Connie in place, and Harry continued to fuck her in front, and he spread the cream between Connie's small white buttocks, his fingers encircling her anus.
Connie shook furiously, trying to shake off Rudy's grip, Harry's intrusions, and Danny's fingers all at once. Danny went back to the cabinet and Rudy proceeded to force entrance into her smaller more restricted opening.
"Well fuck her together, Rudy, thatta boy, Rudy, jam it in. We'll let her have it from both ends. Here, I'll stay put a minute while you ram it home, come on, there's room for both of us."
Rudy showed Connie no gentleness, no mercy. With one lightning quick prod, he forced his cock all the way into her. Connie turned limp with pain. Harry and Rudy supported her, now both moving slowly, hypnotically in and out of her.
"Plenty of room," Harry murmured, his mouth on her neck, "plenty of room for both ... of ... us ... isn't there ... Rudy? ... What a great cunt you are, Connie ... what a great little cunt you've got there ... baby ... it sure feels great to fuck it ... I sure like fucking you ... baby ... feels just right ... doesn't it ... Rudy?...."
Rudy was jerking faster and faster, in and out of Connie now, thrashing into her, pushing hard against her, feeling her tight muscles give way and her skin stretch out against his pressure....Connie screamed and moaned loudly into her gag, she writhed and wriggled but couldn't free herself. Occasionally, her eye caught the eye of some one in the room, but no one could look back at her. They just sat there ... hypnotized ... watching the mass of churning flesh ... smelling the thick sweet sex smell that was filling the room....
"You gonna come now, Rudy? God, this cunt is tightening up. I think she likes it ... goddamn ... feel that snatch go to work!...."
Just then Connie's mouth had worked free of the handkerchief.
"Stop ... help ... help me! ... Someone ... stop them! ... Stop them ... somebody! ... Help ... STOP!...." she screamed uncontrollably, breaking into sobs, helplessly crushed between Rudy and Harry, her screams filling the room.
And still nobody moved. Each of them stared motionless at this scene. Otto, his wine glass just touching the edge of his lips, his face thoroughly absorbed in the drama, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Carlos, sitting back and grinning at the spectacle, looked as if he was greatly enjoying himself. Danny, sitting beside Flo, his hand on her thigh, was smiling, too, but with even more malice in his smile than Carlos. A big hard bump jetted up at the crotch of his pants.
Flo, sitting beside Danny, watched without smiling or frowning. She felt her own knees pressing together, rubbing slightly each time Connie's body was pushed forward, then backwards, her moaning now filling the room. Within her own pussy she could feel a growing dampness, and a slight heat around her thighs, spreading up to her stomach.
And Zena, who sat alone on a couch, her wine glass in hand, watched in a confusion of thoughts. She hated Connie, but she was sickened at what they were doing to her now, at the way Rudy viciously struck at her, at the way Harry, almost in a trance, rocked back and forth as he slid in and out of her twat. At the same time she found herself vaguely excited by the whole thing....She remembered Connie blasting that hard dildo into her only a little while ago....
Suddenly Rudy bolted forward and back in a quick movement, rapidly pumping jets of hot cream into Connie, then falling back abruptly, the thick white liquid still spurting from the end of his cock. He backed up to a couch and fell on it, panting, laughing, his head thrown back, his eyes closed, his unusually pale face flushed a deep pink.
"Now I've got you all to myself, baby," Harry murmured, his own legs wet from Rudy's dripping, seething hot semen, which had scattered over the back of Connie's thighs....
Harry worked furiously until his own flood of sperm was released; then he, too, fell back, exhausted and breathless, onto a couch. Connie crumpled, sobbing, the white foam smeared over her blonde pubic hair, over her thighs, her body unable to hold up without the support of a cock on either side of her. She fell in a heap on the rug, her face buried in the thick carpet. They could hear her crying softly in a broken, pitiful way.
"Stand up," Otto commanded, "and face the Court."
Connie continued crying, her shoulders shaking convulsively with each little sob.
"Stand up, I said," Otto roared.
Meekly, without a will of her own, Connie stood. I'll
"Turn so everyone can see you."
Connie did as he said, turning slowly, like a model at a fashion show, and everyone looked silently at her disgraced body.
"What have you got to say for yourself?"
Connie shook her head from side to side, wordlessly.
"Nothing?"
Still no answer.
"So be it. Lie down so the judge can examine you."
"What?"
"Lie down!"
Connie lay on her back on the floor. Otto came over to her stiffly, knelt and looked at her face, he poked at her sweaty skin, pink from all the fucking, pushed his finger into her breast, with a short laugh. He reached between her legs and ran his fingers along the ridges of her cunt, sliding the mixture of sperm and her own juices around between his fingers.
"Very nice," he commented, "very nice. Now I have a load I want to get off."
"What?" Connie whispered, unbelieving.
"I said I want to get my rocks off. But not down there, those places have been used. I know a better place."
He knelt over Connie's breasts, his knees on either side of her, pinning her arms straight down.
"Open your mouth," he said, unzipping his fly and pulling out an erect column of quivering flesh.
Connie began to shake her head, her eyes growing wider and wider as she stared at the deep purple knob, which loomed over her, moving with speed and sureness towards her mouth. Otto landed a sharp smack to her face, catching her above the ear smartly.
"Open your mouth," he repeated.
As Connie ob-eyed, he began hunching over her, sticking his pole far back into her throat, forcing her to take the whole thing, driving it into her gasping mouth as her cheeks enlarged, her eyes bulged. She choked and caught her breath and still it would come ramming against her tonsils until her mouth ached. Otto's big loose testicles came slapping against her chin. If Connie moved, Otto would slap her pitilessly, never for a moment tiring of his ride on her, laughing cruelly each time she moaned or squirmed under him.
"Now you're going to swallow it, my dear, swallow every sweet drop of it, because it's going to come into you, pour into you ... any ... second ... now....Any ... second ... now! Swallow it, suck it up, my dear ... Suck it up until you can't suck any more ... get it all ... Ahhhhhhhh ... AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Connie's throat worked furiously as the foam rushed into her mouth, burning hot, bittersweet....
At last Otto was done. He stood up, brushing the last drop of his cream against her lips, which were red and bruised. He zipped his pants and returned to his seat Connie gathered her clothes and within seconds had dashed out of the room.
Rudy and Harry were still sitting, naked, on the couches; the others were still sitting, with blank faces, watching the center of the room, which was empty now where Connie had been. No one moved. No one even looked at each other. It was as if this had all taken place somewhere else, Zena thought, on a stage or a television screen. It had nothing to do with the real world, whatever that was.
Finally, Otto broke the spell.
"Well," he said, "perhaps we could all use a drink. If you would be so kind, Danny, to be bartender for us. Harry? What will you have?"
Harry asked for a straight scotch; the others declined.
Harry gulped at his drink as he dressed himself hastily. Rudy, also, got dressed. The girls got up, saying they were tired.
"Tired? Why, it's hardly midnight. And tonight is movie night. I'm showing a movie in the ballroom. Surely you'll join us?"
Zena shook her head.
"I ... I ... don't think so...." she said, hesitating, not wanting to stay up for the movie, but not wanting to offend Otto either. After this evening, her fear of Otto had only increased.
"Oh, Carlos, you're so good at persuading her...."
"Stay," Carlos said simply, with a small smile. Zena wondered how sincere that smile was. But she didn't want to argue with either of them.
"Let's meet in the ballroom, then, perhaps we could all freshen up first and meet, say, at the stroke of twelve?"
"The bewitching hour," Rudy murmured.
The others nodded, leaving the library as if leaving the scene of a crime. The fire had died down by now and the room was losing its warmth. Zena followed Flo out into the hallway.
In the hall there was no trace of Connie, just the usual ticking of the tall clock, the smell of flowers and furniture polish. Connie probably let herself out, Zena thought. She wondered if she would be returning to borrow any more sugar.
Upstairs, the girls lay down without speaking. Zena thought about the movie. At least, she told herself, a movie sounds innocent What could happen during a movie? She wondered if Otto and Rudy ever slept. They kept the latest hours of anyone she'd ever met, and never looked tired. Perhaps after the movie, she thought, perhaps Carlos would take her to his room, wherever that was, or there must be another bedroom where Flo could go. Her mind trailed to Carlos' body ... to the feel of his mouth on hers ... his arms around her....Then she remembered Connie ... what it had felt like....She didn't want to think of it, but the memory of all that excitement, forbidden as it had always been to her, remained....For the first time in her life, she wondered what it would have been like with a girl she really liked, or even felt attracted to ... but that was just too forbidden, she couldn't let her mind dwell on it ... besides, she was so sleepy....She could hear Flo breathing quietly in her sleep....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ballroom was dark. Zena found her way to the empty seat at Carlos' side. There was a large screen set up and a projector behind the seats, which Rudy was running. On the screen now was a fuzzy home-movie. Zena recognized Otto sitting on a lawn chair under a tree, sipping a drink from a tall glass, wearing swimming trunks and a terry cloth jacket. Otto waved at the camera. Then the picture came into better focus and there was Rudy standing on a lawn table, smiling coolly, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. The camera then circled around the lawns of the estate, all lush green, a striking contrast to the snow which now covered them. Then with a few flickers the movie was over. The lights went on.
"Let's see," came Otto's voice, "are we all here now?"
Flo and Danny sat on the other side of Zena, with Harry on the other side of Danny, and Rudy and Otto sat behind them. Everyone looked tired except Harry. Zena guessed that these movies were part of some kind of deal that he, as a weekend client, or paying guest, was entitled to. She wondered how much money Otto made from his customers. Perhaps, she thought, this is what he does for extra money on the weekends, and does something else during the week. She wondered what that could be. It must have been pretty good, she thought, to keep him in a house like this....
"Now, enough of the corny home movies and on to the real stuff. I want to tell you, Harry, that these movies you will see will not be ones you've seen before any place else. There's a good reason for that. All the ones you will see were filmed right here at my house, by Rudy and myself. The actors are not professionals, either. They worked for nothing, as a matter-of-fact, at least most of them did. Let's say they ... uh ... owed me a favor...."
The lights were shut off again, from some remote control switch, and the screen lit up. A tide flashed on the screen, "The Statues." The scene was a garden, there were ten or twelve white marble statues, all standing in various standard poses, holding a book, or a torch, looking sad or serious, each standing on its own white marble pedestal. Just then a young man tiptoed up behind one of the statues and hid behind it. Next a beautiful young girl, about fifteen, with long streaming blonde hair, strolled into the garden wearing a thin white dress that reached down to her ankles, of such a material that it was transparent, falling in Grecian folds around her and tied with a white cord.
She entered the circle that the statues formed, sat cross-legged on the grass, and removed her cord, which allowed her film robe to fall in a white puddle around her in the grass. She was naked, but her hair partially covered her breasts as it blew gently in the wind. At this point the young man tiptoed out from behind one of the statues and crept noiselessly behind the cross-legged nude girl. He looked with a grin and a lick of his tongue at her. She then drew her ankle up, fitted it on her shoulder, pushed her shoulder back, threw her head back, eyes closed, not seeing him, and stood frozen in this position.
The young man walked around her, admiring her with a smack of his lips, gazing at her from every angle while she stood unmoving in her yoga position. Then slowly she moved her leg back into place, and stood up. The young man backed away. She then stood on one leg with her other leg crossed in front of her, her ankle touching her other knee. Then she assumed an even more difficult position. In this one, she bent over, standing on one leg, her small white breasts hanging delicately, bouncing slightly. Her other leg jutted out straight in back of her; then she bent forward and touched the ground with her fingertips, and stood locked in this position, her head bent, her hair hanging over her face, looking like a ballet dancer.
While she stood like this, the young man walked around her again, this time reaching out his hands to touch the tender white flesh, but each time backing away, as if not knowing which angle to grab her from. Just as he was about to take hold of her by her small wrist, she stood up, sat down again and then lay straight down on her back, hands at her sides, palms on the grass, she appeared to fall asleep. At this the young man appeared to be delighted. He rubbed his hands together, jumped up and down a little, and grinned in excited anticipation.
He then removed his clothes. His body was supple and athletic, rippling with muscles. It was a good contrast to the girl's body, soft and curving in delicate young lines. He then knelt beside her and began softly stroking her face, her neck, her smooth milky shoulders and pear-shaped breasts, the slope of her stomach and the curly golden fleece of her pubic hair. The girl remained motionless. A smile of transfixed joy was on the young man's face. Then he was laying over her, his mouth covering her radiant white skin, his hips sliding over her still closed legs. The camera focused in then on a close-up of their joined hips, beginning with the top of the man's firmly tensed buttocks, going down slowly to a picture close-up of his masculine organ, his rod, the perfect appendage to complete the tight-muscled ready body. Next his hands moved apart her legs, his hand guided his now erect cock into the bush of her blonde hair between her legs.
Then as the camera moved back, it took in the statues, which had mysteriously begun to move, and all of them seemed like young women with white faces, each of them gracefully coming down off their pedestals and making a circle around the naked young couple. Slowly, each of them put down whatever object they were carrying and slowly they each took off their robes. Underneath their bodies were all white, as if they had each been sprayed white, including their hair, each with a mound of white hair between their legs....
The camera then flashed to the giri's face. Slowly her head began to move, turning slightly from side to side. She began to come out of her sleep. Her eyes flittered a moment and then opened halfway. She became aware of the young man on top of her, his mouth inching its way wetly and body up from her breast to her neck, now placing itself on her mouth. The girl's eyes opened wide. His mouth pressed on hers, his tongue flicked against the sides of her mouth, roamed across her teeth, played with her own tongue, and then pushed farther into her mouth. The camera flashed back to her eyes as they opened even wider now; then the camera followed their bodies down from their faces, down along their bodies as his body was now pressed tightly to hers, at their hips the camera stopped. There his powerful thighs crushed against the insides of her thighs, pushing her knees apart, and close up one could see the base of his prick moving slowly into her vaginal entrance....
Next, the camera moved back and there were all the statue-girls, dancing wildly now in a circle around the couple. Then, suddenly, the leader of them grabbed the young man from behind. He was shocked as he fought against her. The others moved in around him until he was surrounded. He fought against all of them but they were too many for him. They pulled him up, laughing, dancing, touching him all over at once, all of them exploring his body with their hands. Then they led him over to a tree and someone began tying him to it. He protested and struggled but they tied him tightly, his hands behind him, his head back; his cock, still big and shining, stuck out rudely in front of him. Then, laughing, still dancing, the girls took turns in front of him ... one after another grabbed hold of the cock and stuck it up her pussy, then rocked back and forth on it while the others cheered and finally would pull her away and another would hop up on his prick. The camera came in for a last close-up of his face, his eyes wild, sweat dripping down his cheeks, scratches from the statues' long nails on his face, he was lost in an agony of fucking....
From this point the camera moved to somewhere above them, looking down at their bodies, the green grass, all the white asses of the girls as they pumped frantically against him. Slowly, the camera moved further and further away, and the film was over. The ballroom was in darkness.
Almost instantly, another film came on. Then a slight static noise filled the room. Otto adjusted the speaker and the voice cleared.
A man standing behind an office desk was on the screen. He was wearing a doctor's white jacket, a stethoscope hung around his neck. A woman entered the office. The door shut softly behind her.
"Have a seat, Miss...."
"Mrs. Moore," the woman said, sitting on the chair next to the desk.
"What can I do for you today?" the doctor asked, sitting behind the desk.
"Well, doctor, I ... I ... don't really know how to put it. It's a personal problem."
The woman touched the tip of a tissue to her eyes. She wore a suit, underneath the jacket was a tight white sweater, which revealed the swelling form of two enormous breasts. She had an innocent face, however, with short brown hair and big blue eyes, which did not really go with her large bust and tiny waist. The way she dabbed at her eyes, artfully, coyly watching the doctor, made her innocence seem false.
"Well, what is it, Mrs. Moore? I'm a doctor, you can tell me."
"You see, doctor, it's my peehole. Something's wrong with it."
"I see. Hmmmm. This sounds serious ... when did you first notice this difficulty?"
"Well, doctor, it was with my husband. You see, we were ... uh ... we were ... uh ... balling ... you see, and I began to get this pain, this terrible pain."
"In your peehole?"
"In my cunt, doctor. Right where he was balling me ... just a terrible pain."
"Hhhhhmmmmm....well, come into my examining room and we'll have a look, Mrs. Moore. Come along, don't be shy, why I see hundreds of women, you don't have to be shy in front of me. Now, take off all your clothes and He down on the table there and I'll wash my hands and we'll have a little look and see what's wrong with that furbox of yours."
The doctor went to a sink and went through an elaborate ritual of washing his hands. The young woman removed her suit jacket and skirt, her highheeled black suede shoes; then she removed her white sweater and stood in a white full slip, which she then pulled over her head. She wore a pink lace bra and a pink garter belt, from which she then removed her stockings. Completely naked, her large breasts bouncing merrily, she lay down on the table. The doctor dried his hands and came over to her.
"Now, what's wrong here?" he asked, sitting on a small stool which he wheeled over to a position between her legs.
"Move your fanny down to the edge so I can get a good look. And put your feet up in those stirrups there. That's a girl, there, now let me see....Hmmmmmm."
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The camera moved in on the woman's crotch. It showed a dark red slit, which when separated revealed a sticky, moist red opening, a small shiny red bulb, and dark ridges and flaps of flesh surrounding it. The doctor's finger moved around inside.
"Owwww!" the patient cried.
"Does that hurt?" he asked, moving his finger around the mouth of her tunnel.
"Owwwwww! I told you that hurts."
"So you did, so you did. Does that hurt?" he asked, squeezing her small red bulb.
"Oooooooooo! That tickles, doctor."
"Does that hurt?" he asked, moving his finger up and down the ridges outside her slit
"Oooooooo-oooooooohhhhhhh! Doctor!"
"How about here?"
He squeezed again and she laughed, wriggling her hips slightly under his exploring fingers. Then the doctor removed his hand and stood up.
"What is it, doctor? What do you think is wrong?"
"Hmmmmmmm. I'm not sure yet. Let's hear your heart beat. Cough when I say so."
He reached for her left breast and pushed it upwards with his hand, placing the stethoscope under it. His eyes never left the erect nipple of her breast as he held it under his thumb, listening to her heart beat.
"Hhhhhmmrnmrnm," he said, standing up, "just as I suspected."
"Is something wrong? What is it?"
"Not sure yet, too soon to tell ... I'll have to check a few more things, make further tests. It might take awhile."
"Oh, take all the time you want, doctor, I'm in no hurry. Besides, it's very important to me to get this thing cleared up, you know, my husband ... well, you know the way men are...."
"Hmmmm....Yes, of course, Mrs. Moore. Now, this won't take too long. Turn over on your stomach a minute."
"Of course, doctor, whatever you say." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of thin rubber surgical gloves. He dipped his finger in a jar of Vaseline and smoothed it over his index finger. He separated the cheeks of her full round buttocks, he slid his finger up inside her.
"Oh. Doctor," she gasped, "you surprised me."
"Does that hurt, Mrs. Moore, where my finger is?"
"Ohhh, ohhh, right there, wait ... yes ... a little ... doctor."
"Hnunmmm. Just as I thought."
He removed his finger, peeled off the gloves and threw them on the floor. In a great hurry now, he began rapidly taking off his shoes, socks, and pants, scon standing beside the examining table in white shorts. These, too, he removed.
"Doctor, is there something wrong?"
"Just stay like that, Mrs. Moore, till I tell you. Okay, now turn over on your back again. I want to have another look at those breasts. Now, let's seeeeee...."
"Doctor, you have no pants on!"
"Yes, Mrs. Moore, there is something, some test, I have to make. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, doctor, whatever you say, I guess....
"Yes, let's see, these breasts, these breasts, Mrs. Moore...." he said, kneading and pulling and pushing and squeezing her oversized plump white breasts. "Now, Mrs. Moore, if you would shimmy down once again to the edge of the table, if you would place your feet in the stirrups, that's right, just like that...."
The camera focused in on the edge of the table where once again the woman's thick dark pink folds were exposed, this time with the man's large penis ready to enter her.
"Now, Mrs. Moore, this is my final test; to prove my theory, I'm just going to try this one last instrument right now...."
The thick glistening cockhead plunged into her hold. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, doctor, what are you doing?"
"Just trying something, now, there, does that hurt now?"
His testicles pressed against the edges of her cunt as he pushed forward, then pulled out, then pushed and pulled vigorously. His fingers manipulated the slick red pea above her vagina. The woman wriggled and writhed under his squeezings.
"Now, Mrs. Moore, how does that feel?"
"Very strange, doctor, very strange ... satisfying."
"Hmmmmmmmm, just as I suspected, Mrs. Moore ... just as I...."
"Oooooooo ... doctor ... ohhhhhhhhh ... what is it ... ooooooooo! What have you found????????"
"Not enough foreplay, that's what's wrong with your husband, not enough foreplay...."
"Oh, doctor, you're a genius."
The film faded out. The ballroom was once more in darkness. The speaker went into static, then cleared as the screen flickered again and another film began.
In this one a troop of girl scouts in green uniforms and knee socks went running out into an open field. They began dancing and singing in a circle, holding hands and skipping as they went. They were next joined by a troop of boy scouts, their same age, who danced with them for awhile, then grew bored. There was no speaking, but a gentle hum of marching music continued in the background as the boys marched off to their own camping grounds. A sign flashed across the screen with "Later That Night" written on it. The girls were creeping through the bushes to the boys' camp where the boys were all sitting in a circle around a fire, singing, holding sticks with hot dogs on the ends, each of them holding with their other hand their cocks, masturbating happily while singing.
The girls crept up behind them and yelled in their ears, laughing at surprising the boys in their mutually guilty act. At this the boys became furious and pounced on the girls in a wild scene of tumbling and scraping, scratching and falling, as a dozen girl scouts and boy scouts rolled around on the ground. Finally, all the boys had succeeded in pinning the girls to the ground, then kneeling over them, forced each small pink mouth in the flickering firelight to take their cocks, and another sign flashed, across the screen: "Suck on THAT!"
Each of the girls squirmed and scratched but all finally accepted the rudely thrusted penis, eyes daintily shut tight, their little noses wrinkled in disgust as the laughing boys forced them into their throats, the girls choking and coughing, trying to spit them out, but not being able to. The film faded with the boys all laughing and bouncing up and down on the girls' chests.
The next film was darker, filmed indoors, candles flickered. It was a dark room where robed figures scurried back and forth. Lying in an opened coffin,-lined with gleaming satin, was a nude woman, her hands folded across her breasts, her fingertips modestly covering each nipple. Two figures carried large candles over to the coffin. They hovered swaying over the reclining body. Then one took an unlit candle, thick and long, and moved it between the woman's legs, pushing it high into her pussy, then sliding it back out again.
Then two hooded men lifted the body and placed it on the floor, placing a circle of lit candles all around her, strewing out flowers in scattered heaps around the body. Then one took a handful of coins and sprinkled them over her body, then more, dollar bills, real money, covered her body as if in a pile of autumn leaves. The body remained still and lifeless. Then a taller darker figure entered, who, upon shrugging off his robes, revealed a gleaming black-skinned body, with a huge black cock sticking out in front of him.
Kneeling, he penetrated the still white body, his body glistening as he worked harder and harder, his eyes closed, his mouth drawn in an ecstatic smile, he pumped and pulled, pushed and bucked, screwing his huge sweating loins into her. The hooded men knelt outside the circle of candles, eyes cast down on the floor, as a slow chanting sound hummed in the background. Finally, the black man let out a wild yell and pulled his cock out of her, standing, laughing, as waves of white froth spewed from his cockhead, splashing her body....
CHAPTER TWELVE
After the movies flickered into darkness, Otto stood up and announced that the girls would be shown to their rooms, that for their last night in his "humble abode" they would have separate rooms. Zena glanced apprehensively at Flo. Otto was up to something, she guessed, but what was it?
"Good night, ladies," Rudy smiled a leering sort of half smile. "Pleasant dreams, my dears," Otto said Danny and Carlos led them to their rooms. Their clothes were already inside the rooms. Zena noticed that Flo and Danny's room was right next to theirs. There was an adjoining door between the two, also, but it was closed.
Zena tiredly watched Carlos undress. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and stood in slacks and undershirt, then he took off the undershirt and stood bare chested. Zena's mind was spinning with the strange, brief films she had seen.
"How'd you like the flicks?" he asked.
She shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. Now Carlos removed his shoes and socks, then his pants, standing now in front of her in his briefs.
"What's the matter?" he asked, reaching under her chin and lifting her eyes to his.
"Nothing," she said.
He knelt and reached hungrily for Zena's breasts, his tongue licking at her neck. He caught her breasts and rubbed them under Ms skilled hands, his knee pushing to separate her legs.
"We have all night to ourselves, aren't you glad?" he murmured in her ear.
It was their last night, she knew. She would probably never see him again after tomorrow. She would go back to her small bare apartment and the quiet weekends, no dates. Carlos would stay here in this mansion, making love endlessly to woman after woman. She moved out of his grasp.
"What's the matter with you tonight?"
"I'm tired, Carlos. I don't know. What's the sense?" her voice shook slightly.
"Let's take a shower," he suggested, "that'll make you feel better, won't it?"
Inside the shower, he rubbed her with a soft round sponge, making her skin glow as the hot jets of water sprayed them. He rubbed the bar of soap between her legs. Playfully, he tried to force it into her vagina. Laughing, she wrestled with him under the water, their bodies slippery and gleaming, sliding against each other's warm skin, now his hands on her nipples, pulling them taut, now on her ass, pushing her cheeks towards him, now in her hair, holding her mouth still, under his, as his tongue caressed her mouth, then back down to her waist, gripping unsteadily as she slid away from him, then towards him.
"Come here," he whispered, "I want you."
Laughing, she wriggled, out of his grasp. Finally, he pinned her against the tile wall, laughing and sliding, his cock was hard, shining with lather and steam, it aimed straight towards her hot pulsating snatch.
"Carlos," she said, panting, "Carlos, Carlos, take me, take me, please take me, now...."
She felt the eager protrusion nuzzle against her patch of hair, find the mouth of her tunnel and slide easily in. With the water ranning down her hair and shoulders, and Carlos's muscled shoulders hunched over her, his column of desire found its way again and again to the core of her body, the smell of soap and the steam of the shower enveloping them as if in a magical haze.
"Oh, Carlos, oh Carlos, that's so good, it's sooooo goooooood!" she moaned, moving as if in a trance, rhythmically, to meet each thrust, eager to have it fill the hungry cavity between her legs; the burning clutching lips of her vagina seemed to cling helplessly to his rod of pleasure.
"Carlos, Carlos, oh my god! Ooooohhhhhh ... it's so good!" she moaned, as her body tightened one last time and his shaft spilled hot semen into her. Her body contracted violently in an all-consuming climax.
They stood like that, limp, water still running hotly down their bodies, their bodies joined as if by glue, unable to or unwilling to pull apart, separate.
"Carlos, I love you," she cried. "I love you so much, I love you, I love you...."
Exhausted, they left the shower, dried each other off, lovingly, gently, and crawled into bed, instantly falling asleep, without saying another word to each other.
Once again Zena fell into a strange sinister dream. Once again she was being chased down long dark tunnels, which, if she stretched her arms, she could touch the both sides of. Once again men were chasing her. When she looked back in terror, she could see they were wearing long dark robes, in their hands were long silver knives, they were waving them at her, fiercely, threatening; and when she saw their faces they were masks, horrible painted masks, some of them skulls with gaping empty eye sockets. She ran and ran in the darkness of the tunnel, her heart beating in her ears, but could not see her way out. Sometimes she slipped, skidded, fell without a sound, and the robed men would come closer, but she would manage to scramble to her feet, keeping them always a few feet in back of her.
And then the tunnel itself began to spin, like the barrels in a fun house that people have to walk through, and she slid and fell and slid and fell, but the men with their gleaming knives never once fell, they still pursued ruthlessly.
And then, suddenly, out of the deep silence, Zena heard a terrible blood-curdling scream, it went on and on and on, and then, to her horror, she realized it was herself screaming. The men had caught up with her and one by one they plunged the long sharp daggers into the soft flesh of her body, as she stared up, helpless, screaming into their grotesque masks....
"Zena, Zena, are you all right?"
It was Carlos and she was in his arms, the room was completely dark. Her throat hurt.
"It was a dream," Carlos whispered, soothingly, "just a bad dream. You woke me up, you were screaming terribly."
Cradled in Carlos' arms, she fell back to sleep. But the nightmare only picked up where it had left off.
She was surrounded by the masked men, daggers drawn, they leaned over her, their knives dripping blood, her blood, gleaming slits of eyes showed through their masks. She began backing away from them, trying to keep their knives away from her. She backed further and further away until her back hit up against the rough wall. Then suddenly the air was filled with strange sounds, a high piercing wail that echoed upon itself. A rough hand struck out against her, hitting her brutally against the wall, another knocked her down to the ground, the waning noise became more shrill, more terrible.
Then they were upon her, all of them grabbing at her clothes, tearing the fabric to shreds, pinching her breasts between thick calloused fingers, making gurgling barbaric sounds, slobbering over her now naked body, their mouths dripping, their cruel hands touching every inch of her, leaving no part unseen, untouched....
Her struggles to be free were like the movements of someone underwater. Try as she might, she could not loosen their hold. They were like a bunch of wild animals who had come upon tender young flesh and were set on devouring it.
One fell on top of her, the robe he was wearing felt like sandpaper against her skin. His robe came open and she felt his enormous cock thrust against her. Her eyes were shut tight and she screamed, her screams joining the wailing noise all around her, but she could not shake him off. She could not stand to look at his horrible mask. Then one of the other ones pushed him off her and they began to fight and flash their knives at each other, arguing as to who would be first. One held her down as they fought, and finally, the tallest and ugliest of them all won the fight.
In a daze she saw the horrible mask descending until it was inches away from her face, felt the powerful body crush her, felt his prick strain itself to get into the opening between her legs, pushing and thrusting and tearing at her enflamed entrance.
Her head spun with pain. His long claw-like fingernails clutched at her skin, in his throat he made heavy panting noises, he pushed and pushed, forcing himself in. The others held her down, their knives still threatening her, all of them breathing loudly, chuckling, groaning, waiting for their turn....
He spread her thighs apart fiercely, furious with the smallness of her cunt hole, he growled through the mask, shoving his cock harder and harder against her. Terrible stabs of pain shot through her loins.
Finally, he got it in. With a gasp, she felt it penetrate her, stinging, stabbing, hot, unbearably hard; her flesh torn, her thighs aching, he pushed it further and further into her, his claws still holding her and he moaned in delight.
She shivered both hot and cold at the same time. Her skin crawled under his touch but there was no escaping that powerful, cruel, painful jabbing. She felt full as she never had before. And oddly she felt herself begin to respond to his swift sharp movements, until her entire body was covered with sweat, her skin bruised from the friction of the coarse fabric of his robe against her, her legs shook in muscle spasms, and finally a flood of juices flowed out of her, a wave of pleasure mixed with a terrible disgust overcame her as she felt at the same time his own flow of thick sticky semen fill her up even further.
The others growled and pushed and shoved each other, and as this one got up from her, immediately another one was inside of her, pushing his way noisily into her soaking cunt. Then she felt her arms wrenched apart and opened her eyes to see, to her shock, two of them kneeling at her sides, taking their cocks out from their robes, kneeling to insert each cock into her armpit, and closing her arms down straight to her sides, each holding a wrist, while the third one continued in her pussy, she squirmed, screaming, crying, twitching all over as she felt the three pricks all sliding in and out of her, her armpits, her cunt, throbbing against her soft skin, pulsating in the soft wet folds of her hot flesh, moist at the round hard knobs, her body lay there exhausted, waiting for them, endlessly, waiting for them to be done with her, trying not to move with them, to resist the sparks of joy that would now and then light up in her....
And now a fourth one came, tilting her head back and prying open her mouth while she screamed and tried to shake him off. He stuck two fingers in her ears, and stuck his cock inside her mouth before she could shut it again, she felt him stuffing it inside her, down her throat, laughing from behind her in an ugly animal way, moving up and down energetically, all four of them, she could not move, she was totally pinned to the hard ground, tears streaming down her eyes, all of her body felt stuffed, full, wriggling, wet, hot, steamy, all the bare flesh and rough cloth rubbing and burning against her.
She fought against them weakly but once again it all had a horrible slow motion or underwater quality, her body trembled and twitched and pulsated violently, every pore sensitive to the friction of the flesh rubbing her inside her cunt, inside her armpits, inside her mouth, the fingers that crawled into her ears, nose, the fingers that poked at her eyes, her anus....
"Oh god, please," she cried to herself, "somebody please save me, please help me, please, someone, god, please...."
And at that same moment the dream exploded all around her in a fireworks of orgasm, sperm, coming, hideous groans, shrill screams, moans, wailing, flooding, burning, come juice, fiery flowing, grunting, grumbling, gasping, screaming, panting final explosion.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She sat up in the darkness. The last traces of the dream slowly dissolved in her head and slowly she became aware of where she was, what had happened. "Zena?"
It was Carlos beside her. Patient, gentle, he sat up beside her, reached for his cigarettes and lit one. Gradually she could make out his features in the dark as her eyes grew used to it.
"Another nightmare?"
"The same one. Continued."
"Part two, huh?"
"Oh christ, it was horrible. Just horrible."
"Maybe it's too many of Otto's movies that did it."
"Otto's house, not his films, just being here, maybe, and everything that's gone on. This one made Otto's look like Sunday school pictures."
"That bad? Wow! Wish I could've been there."
"It was so awful. So real. All these men, these knives...." as she spoke the feeling of the dream drifted back. "I guess all this sex has gotten to you somehow."
"I guess so. I don't want to think about it any more."
"About sex?"
"About that nightmare."
"As long as you're not afraid of me."
"Carlos...."
"Yeah, baby?"
"How much longer are you going to stay here?"
"You mean with Otto?"
"I mean working for him."
"I don't know. I don't think about the future very much."
"Do you think we'll ever see each other, I mean, again, in the City, I mean?"
"Sure. Why not? Me and Danny, well, we're saving up some money of our own...."
"I don't think I'll ever see you again after tomorrow."
"Sure we will. We'll have a good time. You don't think I'm going to let a good chick like you get away, do you?"
"I wonder how many other girls you've gone through this with."
"A few."
"Must be more like hundreds."
He laughed. She watched the smoke from his cigarette hang dimly in the air.
"All different kinds of girls I bet."
"Oh yeah, all different kinds, all right."
"You must enjoy it then, being here, I mean."
"It's okay. It's a job. What do you want me to say, I'm crazy about fucking all the time? Sometimes it's good, sometimes not."
"It pays well, the job?"
"Sure. You sound so interested. Baby, you dunking of staying or something?"
""Me?"
"Yeah. Being on the staff, ha ha. No seriously, working here. Like me and Danny."
"You think Otto would hire me?"
"Sure, why not? At first it would be kind of a trial, no money just room and board. And after awhile, if it turned out okay, you'd get a salary. It's not too big, but you don't have too many bills here."
"You really think I could?"
"Sure, why not? There's been girls here before, working."
"What happened to them?"
"Oh, they got tired of it. Left. Some of them. Some of them he told to leave."
Zena sat silently. She thought of what life would be like living here permanently as part of Otto's household. Getting paid for it.
"And you and I could see each other, Baby. Don't forget that."
"I thought we were going to see each other, anyway."
"Sure. But it would be better, wouldn't it, if you were right here?"
"I don't know. I don't know if I could stand it."
"Most of it would be lying down, Baby."
"Carlos!" she laughed with him and then added, "But wouldn't you mind? Me and other guys all the time?"
"I'm not the jealous type. I've told you that before."
"I know. I think I would be, though. With you and other girls. I don't know if I could stand it."
"You'd get over it. It's just a job. But then afterwards, with you and me, it would be different."
"Would it. Was it just a job with me, then, this weekend?"
"Oh, come on, Zena, do you want to fight on our last fucking night together? First you wake me up because you had a fucking nightmare, and I start talking to you and you start a goddamn fight!"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry...."
"Shit," he murmured, putting out his cigarette angrily.
"Don't be mad, Carlos," she said, slipping back under the covers and putting her arms around him, "let's not fight, honey," she whispered into his ear.
His arms came around her and he slid his leg easily over hers, his mouth exploring her neck.
"Do you think Otto would really consider hiring me?" she asked.
He laughed, as his leg pushed hers apart and his ready cock came at her, "Ask him," he said, slipping the cock in.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The next morning, after breakfast, Zena approached Flo.
"How'd you sleep last night?" she asked. "Fine," Flo said, smiling, remembering Danny's body, "real good, as a matter-of-fact. How about you?" Zena just smiled.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" Zena asked, "Out in the snow? We could probably get away for a little while. I have something I want to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"It's about us. I'd like to get away and talk for awhile."
An hour later, returning from a long brisk walk, the snow up to their knees, wearing borrowed boots and heavy fur coats Otto loaned them, they had made up their minds. Zena had not had to do too much persuading, Flo accepted the idea pretty fast. Carlos and Danny met them at the back door.
"How was your walk, girls?" Danny asked, grinning, leaning against the refrigerator in the kitchen, drinking a glass of milk.
"Beautiful," Flo replied.
They went upstairs to change.
"I never thought you'd be the one to suggest this," Flo said, as they climbed the long carpeted staircase.
"I guess I never thought I'd run into somebody like Carlos."
"Really flipped over him, huh? I never figured you would. I mean, with someone like him."
"I'm crazy. I know it, but when he talks, it kind of makes sense, Flo. I mean why not look at sex as just a job? Why do we always have to make it mean something big?"
Flo smiled and shrugged, 'I'm all for a little fun, job or not. I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into. Once Otto takes us, I don't think he's going to let go too fast."
Zena stopped and thought of it. For a moment she was frightened. It was as if something beyond her control was getting her into this. Deeper and deeper. But she could not stand to think of not being with Carlos, not seeing him, not feeling him on top of her, not having him making love to her....She could not stand being back in that apartment, at that job, alone, totally without him. Anything was better than that. Even this, even staying here. And why not? Looking around, the house seemed very beautiful, extremely rich and expensively furnished, the food was superb, they would have clothes, fur coats, anything they wanted, so why not?
After they had changed their clothes, they went downstairs, found Rudy in the hallway, and asked him where their "uncle" might be.
Rudy's eyebrows rose.
"You would like to speak to him?"
"Yes. If it's not too much trouble, Rudy," Zena said, sarcastically. She had forgotten about Rudy being a permanent fixture here. He would be someone she would have to deal with, too.
"I believe he's in his private office upstairs. Shall I take you there?"
"Please," they said.
They followed him up to the second floor. They went all the way down the corridor in a section where they had never been. Rudy paused dramatically and knocked on the door.
"What is it?" came Otto's impatient voice from the other side.
"It's the girls, Otto, they would like a word with you."
"Come in, my dears, I've been waiting for this moment...."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next week passed blissfully for Zena and Flo. The house in all its magnificence was theirs, with no "guests" waiting around the hallways or bedrooms to surprise them. Otto and Rudy left prompdy Monday morning. A group of day servants arrived shortly after and were busy cleaning and polishing while the girls and Carlos and Danny went for long walks in the snow, swam in the downstairs pool, and explored the mansion and its many rooms, although being careful to keep out of that section of the house that was Otto and Rudy's territory. They ate imported caviar, drank their pick of the wines from Otto's wine cellar, and listened to records lazily in front of the fire. And at night the lovemaking was long and leisurely, without fear or threats or tension. Carlos and Zena stayed in Carlos' room, which was a small but plush room in the rear of the house on the second floor, with its own bath and dressing room, and Flo and Danny in his room, which was right next door with an adjoining door. Flo felt that Danny was much more relaxed and gentle with Otto and Rudy away. She even kept herself from flirting with Carlos, which she sometimes felt like doing, just out of habit. Zena could not believe her own luck at having Carlos beside her day and night. It was five days of joy, pure joy, for her.
As for their jobs, they both called in Monday morning and said that they were sick and were going to be out a few days. And then never called back. They would probably lose their jobs. They would have to go into the city and move out of their apartment, too, they decided. But they couldn't bring themselves to do it just yet. Not quite. They both knew, without discussing it, that something was preventing them from making the break final. It was as if all this was still a dream, a mirage, a fantasy, a bubble that might at any moment burst. And quitting their jobs, leaving their apartment made it all too final. So they postponed it. Next week, they told themselves, next week they would do it. After the weekend.
Zena secretly dreaded Friday. It came so quickly. She knew sometime that night they would be back. Otto and Rudy and whoever was to be their guest. Or guests. And she remembered the instructions Otto and Rudy had given them in Otto's office. Very simple. But all inclusive. Be friendly. Be helpful. Refuse nothing. Do anything. Don't complain. Don't ask for money whatsoever. Don't ask for last names. Offer no information about yourself. Just be there. Totally available for whatever was to happen. But what would happen, Zena wondered, what would she be required to do? Last weekend she had fought her way through, ready to make a run for it at any moment. But now.
Now she was here because she wanted to be. There was no escape from her decision.
What if she changed her mind? But no, she couldn't think about that. What would Otto do? How far would he go? How far was she committed? She tried not to think of the possibilities. All that mattered, she told herself, was Carlos. Carlos was here. He was doing it. She could too. And as long as she could, she had him. Monday would come around again and it would be back to the comfortable dream. All she had to do was get through the weekend.
On Friday, about seven o'clock, they arrived. "Girls, girls, Zena, Flo, my dear sweet nieces, how have you been? Enjoying yourselves while we were away working hard?" Otto burst into the music room where Zena and Flo lay sprawled on the rug, reading magazines and listening to records.
There was Otto in front of them, his face red from the cold, his eyes twinkling, and right behind him was Rudy, wearing a brown velvet jacket and a pale yellow shirt, with ruffled cuffs, eyeing them critically.
"Hope you didn't tire out our boys too much," Rudy murmured.
"We did our best," Flo chirped. "Well, girls, I hope this week of country living hasn't made you too soft, but we'll see, we'll see. Now get those twats in shape, my dears, and go get dressed for dinner. We'll have an early dinner tonight and then a swim before the party."
"A little change of pace," Rudy said, under his breath.
Zena felt her stomach begin to get that sinking feeling. Here it goes again, she thought. She and Flo got up and went upstairs to change. They had moved their clothes into Carlos' and Danny's rooms, so they went there. But Danny and Carlos were not around. Zena wondered what the weekend would be like. She had a vague half fear of Carlos' attitude, what would it be, would he just withdraw and remain outside of whatever she did, or had to do? Zena wasn't comfortable with that attitude of his, it just didn't seem right. If he really loved her, would he let her do this? If he didn't love her, then why did he ask her to stay? Was Otto behind it all? What did Carlos really think of her? Did he care at all? Her mind raced with these thoughts, she tried to brush them away but they were like pesky flies around food. They kept getting in the way. There was no use trying to figure everything out at once. She pulled on her dress over her pantyhose. No bra. No panties. That had been another "suggestion" by Otto. They were to wear no underwear. "For their greater freedom," he had said. Zena found her shoes, ran a hasty brush through her hair and went and knocked on Danny and Flo's door, the door that stood between the two rooms. "Are you ready?"
"Come in a minute," Flo said, "I think it's unlocked." Zena went inside. Flo was carefully applying her eye makeup.
"I wonder what they look like," Flo said, brushing the mascara in long even strokes on her eyelashes. "Who?"
Flo laughed. "Our guests, of course, or our clients, our customers, you know, the men, whoever the fuck they are."
"Please, Flo."
"Rather not think about it that way, huh?" Zena shrugged. But Flo was right. Neither of them wanted to think about it that way.
"What does that make us?" Zena wondered aloud. Flo chuckled.
"You seem to be enjoying it, anyway," Zena said, accusing her.
"Why not? It was your idea, wasn't it?"
Flo was not going to let her forget that, Zena knew. It was the one edge she had over her, the fact that Zena had been the one to suggest they stay.
"You went along with it."
"Why not?"
Zena slammed a brush down on the dresser hard.
"Goddamn it, Flo, you wanted to stay, too. Nobody twisted your arm!"
"I'm not blaming you. Who's blaming anybody? I'm just wondering what they'll be like, that's all. Natural curiosity."
Or unnatural, Zena thought.
"Goddamn it, I wish I hadn't," she said, finally.
"Too late for that now. Besides, we can always leave, can't we?"
"Can we?"
They looked at each other straight in the eye for the first time, their eyes meeting, brown eyes confronting blue eyes head on, both with a full knowledge of what they were in for, the possibilities of how hard it would be to leave. The question hung heavily in the air.
Flo took a last look at herself in the mirror.
"Well, time for din-din," she said.
Downstairs the table was set beautifully. And there was Carlos, bringing out the wine.
"How nice you look," he said to Zena with a wink.
"Don't I look nervous?"
"Not at all."
"A real pro, isn't she?" Flo said, laughing. "Carlos, if things get bad...." Carlos began to pour the wine. He pretended not to hear her.
"Carlos, do you think we really...."
He stopped and looked at her. His face was so beautiful to Zena, his soft dark eyes, his sensual lips, the smooth line of his cheek. His look now was hard and distant, though, and it scared her.
"Just relax," he said.
It was what she was afraid of. He seemed a stranger, almost.
Then he winked and smiled. She felt better. That was the Carlos she trusted.
"It'll be okay, you'll see," he whispered, for just then Otto and Rudy, followed by two men, were coming into the room.
"Ah, here we are. Let us introduce ourselves. Gentlemen, these are my nieces, Zena and Flo."
Zena turned to face two middle-aged men. They were inseparable from all the expensively dressed, well-groomed executives she had seen all over New York City. Their faces were well tanned in the middle of winter, they had a polished, cared for, but anonymous quality. Zena felt momentarily reassured. At least they looked normal. And they weren't totally repulsive.
Otto introduced them. The first was Patrick, he had a deep tan, a loud friendly voice, and clear blue eyes that caught Zena's own and held them.
"How do you do?" he said and his hand held hers briefly and warmly.
There was a positive force to him, a feeling of success and drive. He reminded Zena of the president of the company she worked for, she had seen him just a few times on the elevator, surrounded by his flunkies, and always busy, but he had had that same direct look at her. As if nothing escaped his glance. Everything was noticed.
The second man was thinner, more wiry, with a small, neat grey mustache, very distinguished. He looked like a diplomat. His name was Bob, they were told, and he was a doctor. A surgeon. He smiled and shook both their hands.
Flo tried to imagine herself in bed with either of them, or both of them. She found herself laughing to herself as she sat at the table across from the doctor one. Bob. She wondered if that was his real name. It was like some game. All she had to do was keep smiling and keep talking. She found herself flirting first with one, then with the other. Danny kept coming in, serving the food, just as he had last Friday, their first dinner there. He was aloof, formal, as if he didn't know the girls at all. Flo giggled to herself, knowing that he was watching her every move, and yet helpless to do anything, even if she decided to get up on the table again and make it with one of these men. She thought of Carlos and how he had done it to her right on this table only last week....
Once again the paintings were illuminated, commented upon. The courses followed each other, ending with port and cheese, and finally Otto suggested they go down to the pool to relax before the party.
In the dressing room, Zena and Flo hung up their clothes without speaking to each other. This was it, Zena was thinking. This was what it really was like to be that kind of girl. Professional. Doing it for the money. A whore. She wondered what Carlos felt like, staying here, working for Otto. Did you get used to it after awhile? She didn't want to even talk about it any more to Flo. Her head was dizzy with all kinds of thoughts she was trying not to think about. She just hung up her clothes, smoothed down her hair, pinned it in a neat way to her head, and chose a bright bikini bathing suit from the shelves of suits. She looked briefly at her body in the mirror and walked out.
Once outside, she felt everyone's eyes on her. Carlos and Danny, both in bathing suits, showing their attractive muscular bodies, were behind her, making drinks. Otto and Rudy sat on chaise lounges chatting with Bob and Patrick, all of them wearing bathing suits with matching cabana jackets, all of them tanned except Rudy, whose white skin attested to a hatred of the sunshine. They looked as if they were in a country club in the middle of the summer, instead of a basement in January, with snow outside the windows.
Zena accepted the drink Carlos handed her and sat down beside Patrick.
"Where did you get your tan?" she asked pleasantly.
"Jamaica," he said, smiling, "ever been there?"
She shook her head.
"It's a beautiful place. Went there over the holidays. Nice to get away and forget about the rat race for awhile."
She nodded, trying to keep her eyes off Carlos' nude back.
"Sometime, perhaps, we can go there, together," Patrick was saying.
This brought her attention back. She merely nodded and smiled. She wondered, though, what the possibilities were. Meeting men like this could lead to actually being taken to places. Like a paid companion. Or a whore.
Then Flo came out of the dressing room, wearing the barest of bikinis, a bright pink mesh suit, through which you could see the rosy circles of her breasts and the bluff of hair at her crotch, a reddish-brown like her head. Patrick immediately turned from Zena to Flo and patted Flo's thigh, appreciatively.
"That is very nice," he said.
Zena looked around and saw Otto and Rudy's looks of approval of the suit Flo had chosen. Now Flo had taken Patrick's hand and was leading him to the side of the pool.
Zena was left with Bob. Bob had been sitting quietly drinking and taking it all in.
"Did you get your tan in Jamaica, too?" Zena asked him.
"No, Bermuda."
"What's that like?"
They talked about Bermuda, the Virgin Islands, vacation spots. As if they were two tourists some place discussing their travels. And they watched Flo and Patrick swim in the warm blue water. They had another drink. It all passed so easily, Zena was amazed. And Bob kept eyeing her tits, she noticed. She kept wanting to ask about his job, what it was like being a surgeon, where he lived. But she knew that was too personal. She guessed that she was paired up with him. At least for tonight, she thought. She had never been fucked by a doctor. She wondered what it would be like. And then she laughed to herself and told herself that she must be drunk.
Then it was time to go upstairs and change clothes again for the party.
"See you in the library in a little while," Otto said merrily.
Back upstairs in Carlos' room, Zena found Carlos, he had brought up a dress she was to wear at the party. He helped her put it on.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"Okay. Nothing's really happened yet. They seem okay."
"Yeah. Rich. Did you get anything yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did he give you anything? Any gifts? Money?"
"I thought Otto said...."
"Yeah, that's what he says. But as long as the customers don't go complaining to Otto that his girls are asking for tips, then it's okay. I figure these two look like nice tipping customers."
"I wish you'd stop calling them that."
"Why?"
"It makes me feel like a waitress. Waiting for a tip."
"It makes you feel like something else, baby, and you just don't want to say it."
"Doesn't that bother you? Thinking of yourself like that? As a pimp? A prostitute? A goddamn whore?"
"Take it easy, baby, let me zip this up, hold still, damn it. Now I want you to get something from these guys. It looks like Bob is going to be with you tonight. Get something from him."
"Like what? Shall I steal his watch when he takes it off?" she snapped angrily.
Carlos pulled her around roughly.
"Listen, baby, we're in this together, remember? And you're working with me! Got that?"
She was afraid of the fury in his eyes, she had never seen it before. Was she going to be just as afraid of Carlos now as she was of Otto and Rudy? Was she working for all of them?
"Carlos, I thought this was just fun ... just a place to stay free ... I thought it didn't matter...."
"Forget that, baby, and just hustle your ass tonight. I want you to turn up with something. Okay? For us, Zena, don't you see?" his voice became softer, and she didn't know whether or not to believe him.
"Hustle my ass," she repeated "what does that mean?"
"Come up with something, something we can put away. For the time when we break out of here, don't you see? I've been saving money since I got here. One of these days I'll have enough...."
"And then?' "I don't know."
"Where do I fit into it, Carlos? What happens to me when you have enough saved? Where do I come in?" her voice was raising now and she was becoming desperate as she felt everything crumbling around her.
"You're with me, Zena, me and you, we'll go together."
He stared at her, as if trying to figure out what to say to her, what line would work best. She stared back at him, wanting to trust him, to believe him, not knowing whether or not she should, or could. Now everything was worse than ever.
"Zena, all I'm asking, is just try, that's all. Just try. It's easy. You can pick up a couple of hundred easy. Just by being nice. Doing the extras."
"What extras? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Just finding out what he wants, what he really wants, and doing it. Everybody wants something. You find out, you do it, and there'll be something in it. For you."
"For us, you mean."
"What's the difference?"
Carlos moved toward her and with one hand under her chin, pulled her mouth roughly to him. She closed her eyes as his lips moved hers apart and his tongue came into her mouth. It moved easily, lazily, probing at her mouth, his other arm came around her waist and pressed her against him. Through the thin fabric of her dress she felt his hard crotch, the bulge of his rod up against her.
"Carlos," she whispered when he had released her mouth. "Carlos," she whispered again, burying her head in his neck, feeling his arms go around her. She became all weak and soft under him, his hands caressed her back, down to her ass, pressing her harder to him.
"Carlos, I'm afraid, I'm so afraid."
"No one's going to hurt you, I won't let them, nothing's going to happen to you," he whispered back, sucking at the skin of her neck, taking her earlobe into his mouth and moving his tongue around it, exploring her inner ear with his tongue, moving it into her ear hard, suddenly, hot and wet, sending an explosion of pleasure that went straight to her cunt and tingled all the way, "I won't let them," he whispered, "I won't let anyone hurt you."
She clung to him, excited and afraid at the same time. Carlos was everything she wanted. And what she couldn't tell him, what she was really afraid of was not what would happen to her tonight, of anyone hurting her. That wasn't it. There was just one thing she was afraid of. And that was that Carlos didn't love her. Because that was all that mattered to her, that was the only thing she was here for, that he love her....
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Downstairs, in the library, the others were already assembled, around the fire, sipping brandy. Bob and Patrick had changed their clothes and were wearing sweaters and slacks, they smiled appreciatively at the dresses which Flo and Zena wore. Zena felt uncomfortable in hers. It was almost transparent, with an especially low neck, and although it was floor length she felt anything but covered by it. Flo's was also long and filmy, with a low neck. The girls accepted the crystal glasses of brandy and sat down.
"Well, girls, gentlemen, are we ready to begin?" Otto asked.
The men nodded. Zena and Flo only looked around blankly. Whatever it was going to be, they would have to go along with it.
"Rudy?"
Rudy opened a wooden box which he had beside him on the couch and took from it an exquisite water pipe.
"This is from Turkey," Otto explained, "we acquired it last winter when we were there. Remember, Rudy?"
Rudy nodded with a smile. He then began to set up the glass pipe on a small table in the center of the room.
"It is necessary," Otto said, "for us all to sit on the floor now around the pipe. For maximum usage," he chuckled.
Zena already felt the beginnings of fear clutching at her heart. Drugs. They were going to smoke something. What was it? Opium? How much further would she go into Otto's bondage? What was he doing in Turkey, anyway? She felt her hands turn cold. Perhaps, she thought, she could fake it.
"Oh, wow!" Flo exclaimed, as Rudy removed something from a smaller box inside the larger wooden box, "What's that?"
Otto laughed condescendingly, "That, my dear, is the finest hashish in the world."
Everyone moved in closer for a better look. It was a large chunk of an almost all black substance that looked like an ordinary piece of rock, but it was soft enough for Rudy to break off a piece in his hands. He placed the piece, the size of a marble, in the pipe, and put the rest back in the smaller box. Zena looked around for Danny or Carlos to come in but they didn't. There was just the six of them, and now Rudy was lighting the dark sticky substance, and explaining how they had to inhale deeply and keep the smoke down in their stomachs, not letting any of it escape, in order to get the full effect of it.
Zena was terrified. What would this do to her? No one had mentioned drugs. Now what would happen? She hated Flo for being so anxious to try it and curious and asking so many questions about it. She wanted to run before they made her do it. Perhaps Otto's plan was to get her addicted to the stuff, and then she would be totally in his power. Maybe that's why Carlos and Danny were in his power....
Someone dimmed the lights so that the only light was the enormous roaring fire in the fireplace, sending flickers and shadows across their faces. Rudy began, he placed the end of the tube which was attached to the pipe in his mouth and breathed in heavily, sending little bubbles up in the water, which filled the bottom half of the pipe. A strange thick and pungent smell began to drift across to Zena. It was Bob's turn next. He looked slightly anxious, but willing. He breathed in deeply and clamped his lips together tightly, holding his breath. Next came Flo. It was obvious she could hardly wait for her turn. Neither she nor Zena had tried any drugs. Although they had heard about marijuana, they had never had any chance to smoke it. Hashish was supposed to be similar to it, only stronger, Zena thought. Flo inhaled greedily, and then burst into a fit of coughing, which sent everyone else laughing.
"Slowly, slowly, my dear, try it again," Otto coaxed, "take a sip of brandy, now try it again...."
This time Flo managed to keep it all in. Then came Patrick.
"I've always wanted to try this," he said, taking the tip of the pipe in his fingers and bringing it to his lips, he winked at Flo and breathed in.
It was Zena's turn next. By now the heavy, but pleasant aroma was spreading across the room. Zena took the pipe in her cold trembling hand. She didn't want to. But how could she get out of it? And she had to admit to herself that something, somewhere inside of her actually was curious and wanted to try it. She took it and breathed in deeply. Immediately her mouth and lungs became full of a thick sweet smoke, she fought not to cough or choke, gritted her teeth and let it settle slowly down, as if it penetrated her whole body through her lungs.
"Very good, Zena, very good!" Otto said, as he reached for his turn.
And the pipe went around again. Then a third time. Zena began to lose count of how many times she had a turn. They hardly spoke. The room became thick with the smoke and the smell of the hashish. When they had finished the original chunk, more was brought out. It was, as if they were suspended in time. Zena felt her body charged with a strange sort of energy, a pulsating feeling that was both heavy and light at the same time, her mind raced with incomplete thoughts, the faces of the five others became strangely distorted in the shadows of the fire, until she hardly recognized them, but they didn't frighten her. Everything was all right. Especially herself. Her body felt so good, so very good. She wished Carlos was there. That would have been so perfect, if they could have shared this high together....
They smoked still another round and then the pipe was refilled a third time.
"Ready for some more?" Otto asked.
Otto, sitting cross-legged on the floor, reminded Zena of a fat Turkish merchant. She giggled helplessly and soon everyone else was giggling, including Otto.
"I couldn't possibly take another puff," Flo said dreamily, "I feel so light, as if I'm going to float away.
* * *
"A magic carpet...." Zena murmured.
Then she felt someone stroking her hair.
"What lovely hair you have," a voice said.
She didn't turn, she couldn't even remember who it was sitting next to her, all her attention was focused on the feeling of her head being stroked, the wonderful sensation that began to push over her until she was almost drowned in it, then it stopped. She turned and saw Bob. Bob, the doctor, smiling through a smoke dream; his face looked strange and mysterious, his small grey mustache took on a life of its own and smiled at her. She looked at his mouth and imagined it on her own. And as if by some magic it suddenly was on hers, in hers, around hers, until she was lost in his mouth, his tongue, his hands gently stroking her face. She had never felt so good, never felt so involved so melting into someone else....
When they broke off, after what seemed like an eternity, she was back in the room again. And there were Flo and Patrick, Flo kissing Patrick's eyes and laughing.
"Let's go upstairs," Bob said to her.
"Leaving so soon?" Otto asked.
Bob only smiled and slowly got up to his feet; then he reached out a hand and helped Zena up. Something inside her told her that this was wrong, that something was wrong, but she couldn't remember what it was. She felt so happy and floating. Carlos. Yes, that was it. She wanted to be with Carlos. She hadn't seen him all night, she wanted to tell him how high she was, what it was like. But there was no Carlos, and strangely she couldn't really feel bad about it. She could only giggle to herself and follow this man and wonder what it was going to be like, she knew she would enjoy it. She followed him up the stairs. The house was so quiet. There was the ticking of the huge French grandfather clock in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. It grew fainter and fainter....
"This is my room here," Bob said, opening the door as if he lived there.
Maybe he does live here, she thought, maybe this is his house and we've all been invited here and this is all his idea and ... but it didn't follow through. It was the white room he led her into. The room she and Flo had first shared. How it sparkled now. White and silver all over. He led her to the bed and helped her remove her dress. The zipper was unzipped, the dress fell to her feet and she was naked.
"Oh, what a beautiful body you have," he whispered hungrily, "what a lovely beautiful young body," and he was clasping her hotly, his mouth at once every place all over her. "Oh god," he murmured, his tongue sliding down her neck, his lips on her shoulders, his hands moving frantically to embrace her everywhere at once, until he was kneeling, his mouth on her breast, drawing the nipple in with his tongue, making it harder and harder, sucking on it with a thirsty desperate need, gripping the two round cheeks of her buttocks, pulling them against him as his mouth worked hotly at her breast.
"Oh god, oh god, how I want you," he whispered, his mouth making long hot trails down her stomach, and burying itself in the spongy curls of her pubic hair, which he caught in his teeth and chewed at. Then he worked his way to the outer lips of her cunt, moving the fleshy lobes with his tongue, exploring the small ridges and wrinkles, sucking and pulling, kissing and biting, quickly, furiously, hotly, until he found the secret wet burning place where the folds parted and the long tunnel up began. There he stabbed with his tongue frantically again and again and again....
Zena swayed dizzily, supported only by his hands gripping her cheeks, pressing her cunt to him, her eyes were shut tightly, propelling her into a dark racing world illuminated by sudden flashes of light; short, sharp, bright lightning flashes of pleasure as his mouth ate at her, ate the pie of her cunt, chewed and sucked and licked and devoured the most inner, secret, forbidden, hot, throbbing, tingling, electric center of her being....
Then slowly he pulled away and she fell on the bed, on the fur spread, still twitching and tingling. She heard him take off his clothes....Hurry up, she thought, hurry up, goddamn you, hurry up ... I want you to fuck me, I want you to do it to me, I want you to take me like I've never been taken before, oh Carlos, oh Carlos, oh, where are you? ... Who is this person, what am I doing here, what's happening to me, why am I floating like this? ... Why are we doing this ... what will happen? ... What will happen to me? Hurry, hurry, hurry....
It seemed like forever before he was on the bed beside her. She opened her eyes and saw a man she could not recognize, a grey mustache, which was no longer smiling but almost grimacing in pain as it came closer to her, as it covered her mouth, as his body now hard, insistent, demanding, came over hers and began to grind into her, push her into the softness of the white fur. She struggled, pushed at the arms and legs and each time her push, her struggle, was met by a more determined arm or leg, gripping her tighter, forcing her to surrender, his cock was like a living thing between them, hard yet rubbery, it kept trying to get between her legs, get into that wet hot hole, his legs kept forcing hers apart, his hands kept trying to pin her arm still, she pushed and they rolled back and forth, fierce now, their bodies hot, her skin was all electric with tingling, her cunt ached to be filled but she couldn't or wouldn't surrender, would constantly tease him, as he got closer and closer to being able to put it in, she would squirm suddenly and laugh and even though she wanted it, she let the pressure build and build ... until once again he almost had her; and then she jerked suddenly out of reach again and it would begin all over, so that they were panting, sweating, laughing, moaning, each struggling for control over the other that they knew was inevitable, as they gasped for breath....
He caught her mouth and plunged his tongue into it, at the same time catching her cunt in his hand and forcing his fingers up inside it. Now she clamped her arms around him, her head spinning, her heart beating so hard it was like a loud drum at her ears, at her neck, in her loins, she could feel it beating, she had to have it, she could stand it no longer....His mouth moved from her mouth to her ear. In one sharp, convulsive movement, she spread apart her legs, brought them up so that they held his hips in a tight, locked embrace and finally, gladly, happily, hungrily, surrendered to the rigid wet cock....
The cock penetrated her slowly, it felt like a hot hard animal cock, as if a clawing growling tiger was coming into her, taking possession of her, making all those flashes of pleasure combine into one enormous firecracker of ecstasy. It pumped demandingly inside of her, enjoying his possession of her, while she squirmed and rocked, moaning, under him, her body trembled under the unbearable pressure inside of her....She moaned wildly in spite of herself, the sounds were coming from some animal, some wild animal that had just been let out inside her, moaning, groaning, as the pressure built and built....
"Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder. Fuck me harder, harder, do it to me, make me come, make it happen, make me come, make me come," she moaned, rocking violently under him, shuddering each time the dick rammed up inside her, her skin burning where it touched his skin, equally burning, both of them on fire, the fire growing, his cock drilling into her, her cunt sucking it in each time. "Do it to me," she moaned, "do it to me, fuck me, harder, harder, don't stop, don't stop. Oh god, don't stop, don't stop...."
His fingers came between the cheeks of her ass and pressed inside her, made their way into her anus, her hands reached down and clasped the hairy balls at the base of his jabbing cock, she held on tightly as he swung back and forth over her, ripples of the beginnings of orgasm beginning to spread through her stomach, burning their way up and down into her loins. His fingers moved further up her asshole, his mouth sucked ferociously at her breast, her body convulsed in tremblings and shudderings as the final pinpoints began to explode all over her....
She heard him gasping harder and harder, his body flailing hers, the bed shaking, the whole room shaking, their hearts becoming one loud drum that deafened her. and at the very moment when she thought she could stand the pressure no longer it built to a final high point and then crashed all around her as her body and his shook and exploded with pure pleasure, waves of it rolling over them, beyond all thought, ecstatic animal pleasure that they were both lost in....
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
A few rooms down the hall, Flo and Patrick were taking off their clothes. Flo was giggling, watching as Patrick removed each article and examined his body curiously.
"What are you looking at?"
"The cock that's going to fuck me," she laughed.
"How does it look to you?"
"Looks good. Real good. Good enough to eat."
"I had some other things in mind, but you can start with that, if you like," he laughed.
She sat on the edge of the bed. He had neatly piled his clothes on a chair, while her dress and shoes were flung hastily on the floor, wherever they had fallen. His body was handsome, tanned, firm.
"I think I'm stoned," she giggled.
They could not stop laughing....Flo could hardly keep conscious, she found herself drifting off in her mind and then coming back to what seemed like reality and being surprised....They had stayed and shared the third pipe with Otto and Rudy and then stumbled upstairs to this room....
"I know there's something I want to do," Patrick was saying, "I just can't remember where to start," he laughed.
"Start with me, start with me, I'm first, I'm first...."
"Well, since I don't see anyone else around, except those hallucinations over there, I just might start with you."
"Goodie, goodie," she jumped up and down on the bed, clapping her hands and falling all over herself laughing. "I've been a very good girl," she said, laying back on the bed, her toes in the air, exposing her ass and her cunt to him, laughing, making little circles in the air with her toes, "a very, very, good, good girl."
"That's not what I heard!"
"What did you hear?"
Patrick was at the closet now, getting something down from the shelf.
"I heard you were a very naughty girl, a very, very naughty girl."
"It's not true! Not true!"
"Yes it is, and you know what happens to naughty girls."
"What?" she giggled, "Do I get spanked?"
"Worse than that!"
"Worse? What can it be?"
"This!"
She felt a sharp crack as something stung her briskly on her ass, which was sticking out as her toes froze in the circles she was making with them. Patrick was standing there with a whip.
"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "Punishing a naughty girl."
Crack. The whip hit against her breasts, her legs came down, she rolled away from him, and again zing, it hit against her buttocks, she got up off the bed and headed toward the bathroom door, but he was too quick. Whizzzzz. It stung her thighs. It was a long black whip, with a knotted leather tip. He was laughing, coming at her, aiming it again. Stingggg, it hit her crotch, stinging her delicate skin around her pubic hair and zingggg it came again, across the tips of her breast.
"Hey, stop, stop...."
"Lie down," he commanded, holding the whip in the air, ready to strike, "Lie down, I said."
She lay on the bed, shuddering, her body hot from the stings of the whip, but she almost liked it, it was a thrilling sensation, it tingled and burned. Crack. It hit her again across her thighs, she began to wriggle, to roll in the bed. Whizzzz, it struck her stomach leaving a thin pink welt across her flesh, she turned over to escape it and it expertly came down stingggg across her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her skin was on fire. She rolled back and it came crack down on her cunt.
"Stop," she screeched, "please, stop, it hurts!...."
"Naughty girl, naughty girl," he chuckled, holding the whip above her head, his arm aching, but his body racing with pleasure....
With a whistle it hit her again on her exposed inner thigh, she shuddered from the sting, shivered from the icy-hot sensation....She was enjoying it ... at the same time she kept telling herself, This is insane. This is insane....
"You like it, don't you?" he laughed.
"You're crazy ... stop ... ouch...." she screamed as it whizzed down and sent her breasts on fire....
It was agonizing, it burned, it hurt, but it enflamed her, too.
"Bad little girl," he kept murmuring, sending it down hot and hard crack against her cunt, "Naughty little girl, that's what you get...." He hit her thigh and a spasm of pain ran up and down her body.
She felt her cunt, already hot before, now beginning to ache with desire ... Zingggg ... Crack ... Stingggg ... it came down heavily on her as she twitched, writhing and rolling on the bed, her whole body pulsating, her naked young body with its white skin growing pinker, hotter, red marks showing. She was sweating and moaning, pleading for him to stop....
He stood beside her, his face dripping with sweat, his eyes didn't look any more like the calm successful business executive, now he looked like a mad man, laughing, sweating, his mouth open, his tongue licking his lips, the whip held high in his hand. His arm ached from flinging it at her. He had done this before but never had he gotten stoned like this before, never done this when he was so high. She kept changing forms in front of him, she reminded him of his wife at one point, his daughter at another, his sister, his mother, the babysitter, his secretary, his mistress, the waitress at the restaurant he ate lunch at, the airline stewardess he had whipped in Jamaica, all of them, all the women in his life, she kept changing into each of them until his head was throbbing, he kept blinking his eyes, wiping the sweat from them. She had begun to scream, scream long and loud....
"STOP! ... STOP! ... STOP! ... FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, STOP!...."
And that broke him out of the hallucinations. He stared at her as if had never seen her before. Flo looked up at him, her mind swimming, her body all red and unbelievably, unbearably hot, he had begun to frighten her and she had started screaming without realizing it, and finally he had stopped. She was afraid he would kill her. But the pain was so mixed with pleasure, she almost couldn't tell them apart. She wondered what he would do....
He threw the whip across the room. He came down on her on the bed and began kissing her body, kissing her slowly, soothingly, kissing her everywhere, taking his time, his kisses were moist, sweet, they covered her in a beautiful pattern. She became lost in it as her eyes closed and her mind drifted ... her thinking was so changed by the hash she kept floating from one picture in her head to another, his kisses soothed and softened the stings from the whip, she became enveloped in his kisses....
"OOooooohhhhhhhh, that feels sooooooo goooood," she whispered, moving her breast and offering it to his mouth, "feels soooooo nice, so verrrrryyyyy, verrrrry nice, keep doing it, keep doing it, there, ooooohhhhhh, there, ummmmmmmmmmm, mrnmnimmmmm, how nice it feels....ummmmmmmmmmm-...."
After what seemed like an endless, timeless time, he stopped kissing her and got up.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
She laughed. Here they were again. Here she was again in this room with this maniac person. One minute whipping, next minute kissing, now what? She was still so high she couldn't remember how it had begun, now she had forgotten his name, where they were....Then it all came back again, then it went. She laughed again....
"So you want to fuck me," she said.
"That's right."
"How do you think you're going to do it?"
"I'll find a way," he whispered, pouncing on her.
His hands moved over her body, fascinated by the softness of her skin, the young firm breasts, the smooth flat stomach, the soft mound of spongy cunt hair, the tight hole of her ass, the wet hole of her snatch; his hands lingered over all of it, stroking and petting her carefully, gently, molding her as if she were clay, making her purr again, his fingers tracing lines down the incredible soft inner part of her thighs and up again to her cunt. Her hands, too, explored his body, his lean hard body, his cock, which was a long hot pole, the wrinkly hard skin of his testicles. She stroked it, caressed it, leaned down and placed the cock in her mouth, pulling on it, sucking it, moving her lips down on it until she touched the balls with her lips. The cock came alive inside her mouth. She worked at it hungrily.
"Like that, baby?" he asked.
She grunted, her mouth full of his prick, moving steadily, swallowing it bit by bit and letting it out again, feeling his balls, cupping them with her hands as she moved up and down over him, it tasted sweet and salty at the same time, it was hard, yet the skin was soft, it throbbed inside her mouth, it pressed at her throat as if wanting to get inside her even further, her tongue explored the little opening at its tip, pressed into it, moved the skin back and forced it forward again; then her hands kneaded at his crotch as she sucked harder and harder.
... He began to move his hips up to meet her, his hands held onto her head, she ate him greedily, hungrily, waiting for the thick sperm to come, he swung around so that his mouth was at her cunt and together they made a unit, each holding tightly to the other, each caressing, stroking the soft sensitive skin with their hands, each with their mouths filled with the other, their stomachs pressing to meet each other, writhing, hot and hungry.
* * *
His mouth found her clitoris and his tongue played with it gently, teasingly, rolled it around in his mouth, sucked at it, gently chewed at it, he heard her moan, her mouth stuffed with his prick. Still, she moaned each time he caught her clit, they pressed themselves more closely into each other, closer and closer, rolling back and forth on the bed, breathing in the smells of each other's crotches, tasting each others fluids, smelling and tasting and feeling and groaning with the pleasure it brought them....
Then suddenly he pulled away, pulled his cock out of her sucking mouth, pulled his mouth away from her dripping, burning cunt. Flo was stunned, he whirled her up onto her feet....She was dizzy, the room spun....He was propping her up ... she clung to him for support....
"I said I wanted to fuck you...." his voice came from far away it seemed, "not eat you, fuck you...."
Her head began to clear and she focused her eyes on him. He smiled. They were standing beside the bed, she was leaning on him.
"Get back on the bed," he said.
She laid down on the bed on her back.
"Not like that, turn over...."
She turned over, her body exhausted and limp, her mind a whirling mass of pictures and words she couldn't put together, she had been just so close to coming, her nerves were all raw, jangling, let down, she didn't know what was going on.
"Kneel down, that's right, on your knees, your head up, like that," he directed her. He leaned over her, was just placing her hands when suddenly she felt the flaming shaft of his prick go up inside her vagina and he was humping her, bouncing up and down on her, his hands grabbing her breasts, his mouth on the back of her neck, and her body was thrown back into a tingling soaring feeling, bursting with energy that seemed to come from nowhere....
"How's that? That feel good?"
Her cheeks were spread apart, she felt his pubic hair against her ass. Each time he jabbed that cock inside her cunt, her stomach shook, her skin burned, his hands held her breasts tightly, her nipples were hard in the palms of his hands, he chewed at her ear, his tongue went into her ear, they bounced and rocked and he rammed it and stuck it up into her until she thought she would burst.
And then he burst. In a sudden flame, she felt him coming, his cock beating hard, the sperm flowing, as her cunt began to contract and expand, contract and expand and she screamed and screamed, it was such an unbearable pleasure....
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Zena was asleep in Carlos' bed when she felt someone pulling at her arm.
"Wake up, wake up, goddamn you."
She opened her eyes. She was still a little high. It was Flo, wearing the dress she had on earlier tonight, pulling at her, waking her up.
"What the hell is it?"
"Wake up," Flo whispered, "I want you to see something."
Groggy, Zena got out of bed, naked, she reached for her robe. She remembered having fallen asleep with Bob and then waking up. Leaving Bob asleep, she had come back here to Carlos' room only to find it empty. It was then about two a.m. She thought he must be doing some work for Otto somewhere and had climbed into bed alone.
She checked the clock now. Its hands shone in the dark: three-thirty.
"What's going on?" she asked Flo.
"Keep your voice down," Flo whispered sharply, "I just thought you'd like to see this."
Flo led her to the door between Danny's and Carlos' room. It opened a crack and Zena peered in. There was music in the other room, it was dark, but there was one candle near the bed and Zena smelled something familiar ... what was it? Hashish! The same smell the room had smelled of downstairs. Danny's room reeked of it!
"OoooooooooOOOOHHHHH ... Christ ... uhhhhhhhhh...." she heard what was definitely Carlos' voice coming from the bed.
In the dark she began to realize that there were people in the bed, it was Danny and Carlos, they were under the covers, the bed was shaking furiously.
"Feels good, don't it, baby, don't it feel good again?" came Danny's voice.
"Those chicks, stupid broads ... Christ ... I hate screwing those chicks...."
"Not as good as this, huh, Carlos, huh baby, like it when I do this ... huh ... like this ... baby?"
"Uhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhh Danny ... uhhhh ... Doit ... do it to me ... do me ... do mel ... Baby DO IT ... GOD, DANNY, oWihhhhh!...."
"Feels good, baby, don't it?"
"Those fucking chicks never felt like this, did they, did they, huh, baby, huh?"
Zena slowly, through her sleepy, half stoned daze, realized they were fucking. Danny and Carlos fucking.
Zena stepped back and Flo quietly shut the door. Zena looked at Flo for some explanation. She was instantly awake.
"I came back from Patrick's room," Flo whispered, going over and sitting on the bed, "the door was unlocked. I guess they didn't expect us back. Or were too high to lock the door. They didn't even hear me open the door. I guess they've been smoking all night in there together."
Zena was stunned. It was as if someone had hit her in the gut with a sledgehammer. Carlos and Danny. She couldn't believe it. How stupid she had been. Flo was watching her.
"Now don't go all to pieces over it," Flo said, looking worried, "I mean, you've only known him a goddamn week. It's no real surprise, is it? I mean this is such an insane asylum...."
Zena couldn't hear the rest of it, her mind had clicked off, it went numb. A week. Had she been here only that long?
She stared in the dark at the shining hands of the clock. She heard it ticking. Somehow it all made sense in some weird way. The worst part was that Flo was right. It really was no surprise.
"I don't really want to stay here any more," Zena only said.
Flo laughed.
"That has got to be the understatement of the century," she said.
Zena looked at her dumbly.
"What're we going to do?" she muttered.
"You're asking me?"
The two of them sat there in the dark, both half asleep, both still a little high, both of them shocked and not shocked at the same time.
"Let's go," Zena said suddenly, standing up', "let's go, right now."
"Do you know what time it is? How will we get out of here?"
Suddenly an idea came to Zena, it was so simple, it had to work. "We'll drive."
"Drive?"
"Steal the car. At least to the train station. Come on."
"But, Zena, let's wait till Monday. Otto and Rudy will go. Carlos and Danny will be doing something else, we can just take a walk into town and never come back."
"Now. I want to go now. Right now."
Flo shrugged.
"My clothes are in there," she said, pointing to Danny's room.
"Wear mine. Forget them. We've got to get out of here."
"Okay, okay."
They dressed quickly and went downstairs. The house was completely quiet. They left through the back door and went out to the garage. The keys were on the nail where Zena had seen Carlos put them before. They opened the garage doors. It was a cold, moonless night. It was dark and windy, but no snow had fallen during the week, so there was not too much on the road. Zena started the car cautiously. It was an enormous car, and she had never driven a Cadillac limousine before, but she had driven other cars, she told herself, and it wasn't too much different. She backed it out of the garage. Outside, the house was gigantic, dark, brooding, it represented Otto to Zena and she was afraid of it. She stopped the car as Flo went out to shut the garage doors. Zena stared at the steering wheel in her hands. She wondered if they would make it. There wouldn't be trains till the morning probably. If they were lucky. Tomorrow was Saturday. They had just a little money.
Money. She remembered Carlos telling her to get some money from Bob tonight. She remembered the vicious look in his eyes. And still she had not seen him for what he was. She had loved him, anyway. Wanted him to love her. Or was it all just the sex, the fact that he had been the first person to turn her on sexually, really show her what good sex was....
Then what was he doing with Danny? How could he be so many things at once, and which was his real self? She knew she would never figure it out. She knew too that oh hearing his voice under the covers with Danny in the dark room, her love for Carlos had instantly and completely vanished.
Where was Flo and what was taking her so long?
The car door opened suddenly, she looked and instead of Flo, there was Rudy.
"Going somewhere?" he asked.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
They were all sitting in the library. Only this time there was no brandy, no fire, no water pipe, no guests. This time it was Otto and Rudy, both dressed (both had been out taking a middle of the night stroll, it seemed), sitting quietly across from the girls. And Carlos and Danny, both half awake, still high, wearing pants, T-shirts, barefoot, hair tousled. They smelled of hashish.
"Now, the problem, it seems, is that our girls wish to leave," Otto was saying.
Zena sat rigid in her chair. She realized she had been crazy to try to get away like that. Now there was no knowing what was going to happen to them. Flo looked tired and a little scared, too. Zena hated herself for what she had gotten them both into. She hoped Flo wasn't too angry at her.
"You tried to split?" Carlos asked Zena, getting up from his chair, his face angry and threatening.
"Sit down, punk," Otto said, "it's a little late for the cave man stuff. Zena has no more illusions about you."
Carlos sat down. Danny looked over at Carlos and then at Otto, nervously.
"Yes, caught in a lovers' nest," Rudy smirked, "our two young studs turning out to be something else indeed."
Danny glared at Flo. She tried to look bored and glanced down at her fingernails as if examining her manicure.
"So. So we have a problem. First the ladies want to stay. And I graciously received them into my household. Our household. And now they've changed their minds. Right in the middle of a lovely weekend. Rather ungrateful of them, don't you think, Rudy?"
"Rather."
"Shut up, you fucking pussy," Danny suddenly shouted at Rudy, getting up and trying to go over to him, but Carlos pulled him swiftly back in his seat.
Rudy laughed.
"Look who's calling who a pussy."
"Now, listen," Otto said sharply, "we'll have no more demonstrations of strength from you two part-time hoodlums, got that?"
"What was he before you made him your personal secretary?" Carlos sneered, "another ex-con like us."
"And there will be no more references to anyone's background, if you don't mind."
"It's not fucking fair! It's not my fucking fault. You told me to keep those holes here and I tried, goddamn it, we both tried," Carlos said.
Zena gradually realized that "those holes" referred to her and Flo. She looked at Carlos and he seemed such a total stranger that she couldn't believe how she had seen him before. Now she was only frightened of him, disgusted by him, even sorry for him, but that was it.
Mostly, she wondered how she and Flo were going to get out of here. That was all. She just wanted to get out. And here they were with ex-criminals and god knew what else.
"Yeah," Danny was saying, "I fucked my fucking prick off to keep that one satisfied, goddamn whore."
"Enough. Now I said enough," Otto roared.
Carlos and Danny sat back, glaring at the girls, but silenced.
"I like to run a smooth operation here," Otto said, "just a quiet business. It's profitable and it amuses me. No harm in that."
He faced the girls.
"Nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure, is there?" he asked them.
"It's been just dandy," Flo said, "really terrific, Otto, but now we want to go, that's all."
"I told you we never should have let them stay. It was a bad idea," Rudy said.
"It was a great idea. Only these two fools couldn't keep their cocks out of each other's assholes, that's all," Otto said.
Zena wondered what Otto was going to do. She guessed it had been Otto's plan to have Carlos talk her into staying. Or let her think it was her own idea. Maybe he had never intended for them to leave from the time they had come up last week. There was one other thought in the back of her mind, but it scared her so much she couldn't even bear to let it out. There was just the chance, the possibility, he might ... he might get rid of them permanently....She thought of being buried somewhere on Otto's estate....Who would ever know? Their parents couldn't even find them....Zena's blood ran cold ... it was something out of a bad movie, she couldn't even imagine it happening to her....But this whole week, all these people, all of it was so unreal ... why not? She read about it in the papers every day ... if only she had listened to Flo and waited till Monday.
"Now, my dears, my plan is simple," Otto said, "I will let you go on one condition. I want to make a movie. Just a plain home movie. To show to future guests, you understand. And I would like you both in it. We can do it tomorrow. And then Rudy will drive you into the City."
Zena wondered whether or not she could believe him. But she was so tired and so frightened, she had no choice. There was nothing to do but go along with whatever he wanted. There was just a chance that he wasn't as crazy as he seemed, he might actually let them go "Of course, you will agree never to tell anyone about anything that's happened to you this past week? That's a necessity."
"Of course," Zena said instantly, and Flo echoed her.
"Because, after all, it's just your word against ours and it could be a little rough on you....I mean in public and all, who would believe it?" There was a hint of threat in his voice that the girls quickly picked up on.
"All we want to do is leave, believe me, I have no desire to remember any of this," Zena said.
Otto smiled and nodded. Rudy smiled. Carlos and Danny just sat and stared dumbly ahead.
"So we're all agreed?"
They all nodded.
"And we'll make a movie?"
The girls nodded.
"Now let's all get some sleep. Our little walk has quite exhausted me, Rudy."
CHAPTER TWENTY
It was noon when the girls woke up on Saturday. Downstairs, they found Otto and Rudy and Patrick and Bob sitting in the music room, Rudy and Bob were playing chess.
"Ah, good morning, how did you sleep." Otto asked cheerfully.
"Great, just great," Flo chirped.
"And you, Zena?"
"Very well, thank you."
"My, how formal we are," Rudy murmured.
"And have you had any breakfast?"
They shook their heads.
"Carlos," Otto called.
Carlos came in. He and Danny had spent the rest of the night in Danny's room and Flo and Zena had slept in Carlos' room. Fortunately, they had been so tired they had fallen to sleep as soon as they got in bed.
"Will you bring the girls some coffee and croissants?" Otto asked.
Carlos nodded, his eyes kept looking toward the floor, and left the room.
"Beautiful Saturday, isn't it?" Otto asked, cheerfully.
Zena sat quietly. Once in a while she stole a glance at Bob. She remembered how great their sex had been the night before. She wondered what he was thinking. But he kept playing chess with Rudy and didn't look over at her. Zena remembered how good her body had felt, what fun, how exciting it had been ... before she had come here, she had never even dreamt that sex like that was possible.
Carlos came back with their coffee and the French rolls. The girls ate hungrily. Zena thought it must have been some aftereffect of being so high last night. She was especially hungry and the food tasted supergood.
"Did you know, gentlemen," Otto asked Bob and Patrick, "that we're going to make a movie this afternoon?"
"Who is?" Patrick asked, glancing over, smiling, at Flo.
"Well, Rudy is the cameraman. And these two girls are the stars. And you can be the audience while we're making it."
"Great," Patrick said.
"I haven't decided quite yet who else will be in the movie. If there is anyone else. Perhaps just the girls by themselves...." his voice trailed off.
Zena felt her body stiffen. She and Flo. Would she have to make love to Flo? Have Flo make love to her? Her stomach felt weak. She didn't look over at Flo, couldn't.
"Or perhaps our young houseboys would be a part of it...."
Zena thought of being fucked by Carlos again. Now, when she hated him, knew what he thought of her, she never wanted to see him again, didn't want to be reminded of how stupid she had been....Otto couldn't make them do that ... he just couldn't....
"Or perhaps, we can have some new character, someone no one's ever seen before...."
Zena wondered who he had in mind.
"What do you think, Rudy?"
Rudy pretended to think. Zena suddenly realized it had all been decided by them already, probably last night. Otto was just dragging it out, teasing them, torturing them, using his power to the very end. Zena wondered if she shouldn't tell Bob and Patrick everything, they were sane men, weren't they? They would help them, they would believe them, wouldn't they?
But she didn't know. She didn't know how they would react. How Otto would react. It might make things worse, and already she had made them worse by trying to run away last night. She couldn't take a chance on ruining it all now. She had to go through with whatever he wanted.
"Let's go to the movie studio, shall we? You two can finish your game later. The girls will be leaving this afternoon. But don't worry, we'll find something to amuse you with tonight. Two houseboys who haven't been quite earning their keep...."
Zena saw Flo sigh with relief. He did mean it. They were leaving. He didn't even seem to care. She wondered what he would make Carlos and Danny do tonight. She could easily guess. Well, now all they had to do was go through with this movie. And that was it. How long could a movie last anyway? she wondered. How weird could it get? By now, she felt ready for anything. She had had more sex this week than in any other year in her life. She would never be the same again.
They followed Otto down the hall and out into a back porch that was converted into a studio, one section was the stage, with one king-sized mattress on the floor, there were the cameras, and seats for Bob and Patrick, and a special director's chair for Otto. Rudy started to get the cameras ready.
"Now if you two will just go into that dressing room there and take off your clothes, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Flo muttered sarcastically.
Flo and Zena went into a small side room and undressed, without speaking or meeting each others eyes. Whatever they had to do, they didn't want to think about it.
They came out naked; Otto directed them to he down on the mattress, which was covered by beautiful fur spreads. He told them to he down, on their sides, facing each other, exposing their bare buttocks to Rudy's whirring camera, they closed their eyes.
"Now, if the gentlemen will come in."
Zena kept her eyes closed and her mouth clenched tight. Who would it be?
"Now, gentlemen, each of you go to your partner, kneel, that's it, kneel on the mattress and pretend she is asleep. That's right. Now, slowly, gently, roll her over. That's right. Get a nice close shot of the tits, Rudy...."
Zena felt herself being rolled over. She opened her eyes just a fraction. Carlos. It was Carlos leaning over her, his face cruel and glaring, he looked down at her. She saw that his cock was moist, enormous and hard. He caught her looking at it.
"Nice and hard, baby," he said, "guess how it got that way."
She saw out of the corner of her eye Danny, a few inches away from her with Flo. Danny had gotten Carlos' cock this way, as Carlos had gotten Danny's prick hard. Zena shuddered and turned away.
"Okay, boys, now go to work, let the cameras roll, just take care of business, like I told you before ... that's right...."
Cruelly, viciously, suddenly, Carlos pushed her legs apart and rammed his cock up her already sore vagina, pushed it up fiercely. It was hot and painful inside her. She tried to wriggle away.
"Take it easy, Zena," Otto commanded, "just do whatever he wants, remember?"
Carlos laughed. She opened her thighs wider to receive him. He pressed down on her now with all his weight, pumping into her fast and furious. And it felt good, in spite of everything, she couldn't help it, but it felt good....Then he stopped and pulled up her legs so that her knees went over his shoulders. Then he reached down beside the mattress and she saw him open a jar of lubricant and spread it on his fingers.
Oh no, she screamed to herself, oh god, no. She felt the clear jelly being smoothed over the tight round circle of her asshole. Carlos' fingers were rough and jabbing. He stuck a gob of the jelly up her ass, scratching her, not caring, he smoothed it messily around the wrinkled pink sphincter. It was tight.
"God, you're going to get it, baby," Carlos whispered fiercely in her ear, "you're going to really get it good, you fucking cunt."
And with that, he plunged it into the tight little hole, jabbed at it, but the end of the cock was so enlarged, so thick and hard, it barely entered her. She screamed, feeling her cunt go all wet and creamy at once. She heard someone laughing. Sounded like Bob. She heard Flo gasping and Danny panting along side of her. She heard the camera whirring. Carlos pushed again. She heard the camera zoom in closer, heard Otto tell Rudy to zoom in. Carlos probed and probed at her hole insistently. She heard Flo groaning a few inches away. The cock went all of a sudden further inside....
"Wait ... stop! ... I've changed my mind! ... STOP!...." she screamed in pain.
Then, suddenly, in one unbearable hot agonizing wild surge forward, Carlos spread her white moons and plunged all the way into the throbbing rectum, like a flaming tight mouth it stretched and stretched, its wrinkles widened hotly to accept the furious cock....
Zena groaned, laughed, screamed, writhed, as all the little electric charges crawled up and down her flesh. It felt so good. He had her pinned down good. He rammed it in as far as it would go. She screeched, delighted and hurt at the same time.
Then he began to slide it out, a slow tortuous easing out that only accented the pain. Zena struggled under his tight grip, her asshole had been raped, ravaged, it was convulsed in pleasure and in pain, little tingles went out all over her body....
Again Carlos plunged it forward....From somewhere far away she heard Otto's voice and she felt Carlos move harder, faster, more anxiously, his fingers tearing the flesh of her soft white cheeks, and then she felt him let loose inside her, heard his heavy animal grunt in her ear as his sperm flowed out, filling her up.
Then he was off her. Her body was limp. Her cunt was soaking wet, but she had not come.
"Okay, Carlos," she heard Otto say.
But it wasn't over. Now there was Danny leaning over her, kneeling now, his cock wet from Flo's cunt, he was grinning, she saw. She realized she had never been fucked by Danny. She wondered what he would be like. She remembered there was Rudy with the camera. And Otto. And Bob and Patrick watching. But she didn't care. She had never felt so excited before. Danny leaned forward even closer, his mouth grazing her cheek.
"Are you ready for this, honey?"
Danny came down over her slowly, easily, his hips fitting tightly against hers, his cock was wet and sticky, it slid over her smooth flat stomach, brushing her navel, moving down past the dark patch of curly hair to her outer lips, his fingers teasingly caressing the soft tender flesh of her honey pot, he led his cock in, burning and eager, to where her cunt hole was a pulsating, slippery, hot pucker of flesh.
"Here it goes, baby," Danny was whispering in her ear, his tongue darting in and out of her ear, exciting her wildly, "Now feel it slide in, baby," he said, his hips moving expertly, rocking, moving the big shaft into her, ready to fuck her good, "you're going to dig this, baby, you're really going to dig it...." The shaft, the thick hard column, went smoothly, swiftly to its goal, reaming as far as he could go up inside her, blasting through, hitting the thick membranes inside her, bouncing hard, sending all the rippling nerves into a spasm of pleasure.
Zena found herself spreading her legs wider, not wanting to miss any of the sudden, unexpected pleasure that Danny was giving her now. All the while Carlos had been ramming it up her ass her body had become hotter and hotter and when he had left her she had felt collapsed and cheated, but now Danny was turning it on again, even hotter than before....She felt as though she had never been this excited before, she couldn't believe it....Every time that prick went out her cunt contracted in a shudder, and when it came back in the rings of joy came back, rippling, gushing over her until she felt her cunt full and wet and steamy, she gripped Danny's waist with her hands and let herself go completely....
Danny picked up totally on her mood. He swung his body forcefully, rhythmically with hers, laughing now in her ear, enjoying every second of it, as if the two of them were all alone, totally alone, their flesh slapped together, their hips kept bouncing, he was pumping her good, she was pumping back....
"Thatta girl, thatta girl, ohhhhhhh god ... feels good, that feels so fucking good...." he whispered urgently in her ear, moving more and more desperately, his hands moving fast over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingertips, biting her shoulder at the same time. His mouth moved up and down her face, down to her neck, his cock beat hard into her....
Zena let herself go even further ... she was lost in their fucking ... no one else in the room existed ... she didn't care ... she only wanted him to come, waited for herself to come ... kept feeling the orgasm build up inside her....
"Oh, oh. Oh god. Oh Danny, oh...." she panted, her breath coming in quick short gasps. "Oh god, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
He kept pumping and pumping as her body was flooded in climax, his sperm pouring out, their bodies rocking with each exquisite drop.
They lay perfectly still for what seemed like a long time. Then it was all over. The camera stopped. She saw that Flo and Carlos had already finished and gotten up. Tired, exhausted, but smiling, Danny helped Zena to her feet. She saw Otto, staring, unbelieving at her. Patrick and Bob were sitting in their chairs, the same glazed blank stare at her. Zena laughed and walked past them, her body trembled from the ecstasy that had just shot through her. She went to the dressing room and pulled on her clothes. Her skin was so hot it burned.
Wordlessly, they went out to the car. Flo and Zena sat quietly in the back seat. There was Otto on the door step. Rudy pulled out of the garage, out past the iron gates, down the quiet deserted country road, never saying a word.
Gradually, she and Flo fell asleep, their minds spinning with all that had just happened. When they woke up they were in New York City again. It was snowing. There was a lot of traffic. It was a Saturday night, Zena realized. Rudy drove them right to their apartment; they got out and shut the car door. Rudy got out, went to the trunk, and removed their suitcases. He smiled at them.
"Lots of luck, girls," he snickered, and went back to the car.
Zena stood on the sidewalk watching the limousine disappear into the traffic. Suddenly she was aware of what a beautiful winter's night it was. Cold and invigorating. The snow falling. The street lights sparkling. She turned to Flo and smiled.
"We made it alive," she said.
Flo laughed, her eyes twinkling, her eyelashes glistening with snow.
"We're free!" Flo said.
And Zena felt free. She felt good, in spite of everything. She would never quite be the same again.
