Nina felt her knees grow suddenly weak and panic welled up inside her, as she watched Florian take a couple of short steps to one side and raise the horny ringed rattler above his head and shake it.
With an ear-shattering scream she fought furiously to try to break away from the two guards. But they tightened their grip on her and moved her to within inches of the pit. Close enough for her to be able to look down into it and see the deadly reptiles, slithering over and across each other, waiting for her. Another step and....
CHAPTER ONE
Nina Knox remembered learning in high school how Anne Boleyn, Edith Cavell, Marie Antoinette, Joan of Arc and so many other great ladies of history had walked to their death with courage, dignity and queenly grace. Not that Nina considered herself on a par with any of these famous females, but as an incurable romanticist, she was determined to walk to her doom in the same regal manner.
She kept her promise, too. In spite of the blazing desert sun that beat down on her naked body and the burning sand that scorched the soles of her bare feet, Nina walked straight and unwaveringly toward the gaping pit ahead of her. With her pretty, dark head held high, her shoulders pulled back and her voluptuous, taut, milky white breasts boldly out-thrust, she didn't look right or left at the two, grotesquely-painted, naked men escorting her forward. Nor did the several score of starkly staring eyes following her every step of the way, disturb her in the least. Because every member of her audience, made up principally of members of her own sex, was as naked as she; most of them as hideously painted as the two men flanking her.
Not only that, there were few in the crowd who hadn't inspected every intimate part of her flawlessly formed young body at close range. Many had suckled her succulent, strawberry pink nipples and known the warmth of the delicate, soft, pink flesh between her superbly rounded legs. Because here in this strange place that some called a paradise and others called a living hell, fervid, lust-packed orgies that defied the imagination was a way of life!
Originally this godforsaken comer of the devil's domain, known as Death Valley, had served as a relay station for the short-lived Pony Express. Then it became a stop for stagecoaches, a place where travelers could stretch their cramped legs, take care of their biological needs, bathe in a community tub and sometimes even stay overnight before continuing on the final leg of their journey west. Later when the Indians took to the warpath in the 1860's, a fort was established on this site here in the desert, to protect wagons and settlers and miners from pillage and murder.
Finally when the Indians were rounded up and restricted to their reservations, the soldiers moved out and the fort was abandoned. Until just a few years ago a weird cult called THE VIPERINES claimed and built a strange oasis on the site, here in the desert. Mirage-like in its fantastic, exotic beauty-bizarre and terrifying in what went on behind its adobe walls.
Now the members of this strange cult, those who had known her so intimately, even if for only a brief time, were gathered here to watch her die. But as she had been told repeatedly, it would not be a quick or easy death. Other girls before her had been carried to the pit, screaming and fighting hysterically, right up until the moment they were cast into the yawning cavity.
Nina tried not to think of any of these things until she got to within a hundred yards of the open pit, then the terrorized pleas and the agonized screeches seemed to arise from the depths into which the other girls had been thrown. Some said they were sacrificed, others said they were executed, but none said what it really amounted to-unadulterated murder!
Suddenly Nina pictured herself hurtling down into the blackness of the pit to meet the terrible fate that awaited her at the bottom. Every pore of her body oozed perspiration; her temples pounded like tiny drums. All her courage and all the lofty promises she'd made to herself were lost in the panic that streaked through her.
On legs grown suddenly rubbery, she turned and tried to run away. But the two naked men flanking her, grabbed her arms and pinioning them to her sides, they half-dragged half-carried her as they had done with all the other victims-to within a few feet of the rim of the pit. Here, they halted before a third man, as naked as they.
To his followers, he was known as the GREAT OZ. The name had nothing to do with the famous over-the-rainbow land, or the wonderful Wizard who ruled over it. OZ was merely a shortening of the name AHUIZOTL, whose spirit he insisted had returned to earth in his body. According to Mexican legend, AHUIZOTL was a half-serpent, half man and some said half-god, who dragged hapless passersby into his pool. The souls of these victims, so the story went, found their way to the terrestrial paradise and eternal life. The GREAT OZ had his own interpretation of the story and to those who followed him, he offered rewards of a much more immediate and sensual nature.
OZ himself was not much taller than Nina, his slightly built, almost feminine body painted head-to-toe, a mottled, muddy brown with the distinct, unmistakable, darker brown, lozenge-shaped marking of a diamond-back rattler. Without question, as intended, he gave the striking, awesome illusion of the half-man, half-serpent, half-god whose name he had adopted. Only his penis was not painted and struck an incongruous note as it hung down between his skinny thighs like the limp neck of a beheaded chicken.
As Nina stood trembling before him, his piercing, unblinking, jet black eyes swept over her full length, paying it the homage it deserved, yet wholly unmoved by its beauty. Because Venus in all her other world beauty could not have been more perfectly formed than Nina. Her legs were as exquisitely carved as a Greek statue, smooth as polished ivory, ending in the hard, chiseled mounds of her girlish buttocks and hips that were designed for man's comfort. Covering the prominent elevation between her legs was a tightly curled, black pelt, rich and abundant, finer than silk. Her slim waist that seemed small enough for an average man's hands to encircle rose to beautiful, big, high breasts. Framed in long, straight, dark hair not quite as dark as the shiny muff that covered her veneris, her face had a rare beauty about it, punctuated with soft, gray-green eyes.
"Such a waste of beauty, of young womanhood," the GREAT OZ said with a sigh of mock regret and a lisp that gave his words a slightly ludicrous, but even more sinister ring. "But you knew the penalty for disobedience, for running away. You knew that THEY down there in the pit would demand the supreme sacrifice."
He went on for a brief time longer, prattling away about things that were just words to Nina. Then finally he moved a couple of short steps to the side, clearing the way for her. Solemnly, he raised his left hand in which he held the horny ringed tail of a rattlesnake. He shook it and its deadly sound was the signal for the two naked men holding Nina's arms to her sides, to inch her closer to the lip of the deep-walled cavity that had once been a well. But the water had long since gone and it was now used as an evil shrine, where the members of the strange cult offered their human sacrifices.
Even as she stood there and her eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness, she could look down and make out the mass of slimy, crawling creatures that filled its bottom. Layer upon layer of venomous diamond-back rattlers, copperheads, banded sand snakes, red milk snakes, king cobras and serpents of almost every specie from around the world, lurked down there, waiting for her in the dank, shadowy depths of the well, mean and ugly from confinement in the broiling desert heat.
Shivering in a paroxysm of fear, listening to the eerie hissing sound that arose from the pit, waiting for the final word from the GREAT OZ, Nina's mind began racing back over the incredible chain of sex-filled events that had brought her to this paralyzing nightmare in the desert....
CHAPTER TWO
If Nina had to pick one particular time in her life and say "that's when it all started," she undoubtedly would have pointed to the afternoon, when she was fifteen, and came home from school to learn that her mother and father were separating, planning a divorce.
For a long time, of course, Nina had known that her parents were not compatible, that they fought hard and often. She was aware, too, that her mother had been going out with other men. Any number of times when her father was away, Nina had been awakened at odd hours of the night by the sound of a car stopping in front of their house. Getting out of bed and hurrying to the window, she'd watched her mother climb out of a strange car, stop a moment to adjust her clothing, then continue on into the house.
Nina had heard her mother accuse her father of chasing around with other women, too. But in spite of all these things, Nina in her naivete, which was a part of her personality, never dreamed it all would end in divorce. But it did and it changed her whole life. Although, it may have been the way the divorce was handled.
It seems that Nina's father had hired private investigators, who surprised her mother in a Manhattan hotel, in bed with another man. Both were stark naked and the pictures taken of them showed them in the act of copulation. Even that might not have been so bad. Nina might have convinced herself that there never were any pictures, that the whole thing had been pre-arranged since adultry was the only grounds for divorce in New York, where they lived at the time. But unfortunately there were pictures. Even more calamitous, several of the prints fell into Nina's hands, leaving no doubt in her mind that the woman in the photos definitely was her mother and no doubt about what she was doing with her nude male companion.
It was a sordid case that was dragged through the courts, receiving far more publicity than the usual divorce proceedings, because of the prominence of Nina's father, Jim Knox. He was a well known union leader. In fact, before the case had run its course, even Nina had appeared on the stand. It proved to be a traumatic experience for a fifteen-year-old girl, one that gave her a distorted outlook on sex and caused her to regard the subject as she might a communicable disease.
Of course, in view of the evidence presented against her mother in the case, custody of Nina was awarded to her father and Nina never saw her mother again. As soon as the divorce became final, Nina's father married again. This time he chose a much younger woman named Helen. Nina could see that he definitely went for a certain type. Helen not only had the same straight, jet-black hair and violet eyes that her mother had, but there was an uncanny resemblance to the pictures Nina saw of her mother when she was younger. Unfortunately the resemblance didn't stop only at looks. Helen had most of Nina's own mother's bad traits, including indiscretions with other men.
Several times, Nina came home from school unexpectedly, while her father was at work, to find Helen entertaining strange men, usually dressed in little more than her mother had on in those awful divorce pictures. Once to her regret, Nina lingered longer than she should have. She stayed long enough to see the man she was with, pick her stepmother up, place her on her back on the couch in the living room, lift the bottom of her flimsy negligee and insert his hardened phallus between her wide spread legs. It was the first real, live, male organ that Nina had ever seen and its size and the ugliness of its drooling vermillion head made her nauseous. So ill did she become that she immediately turned and ran away.
Nina never mentioned any of these things to her stepmother, or her father. She knew what was happening was wrong and she probably should have said something. But she couldn't see her father dragged through another horrible divorce mess. So her secret remained her own.
If for no other reason than this, Nina found it difficult to warm up to her stepmother. She treated Helen with respect but the relationship still remained strained. Whether Helen knew that Nina was aware of her indiscretions, or whether she simply was annoyed at her inability to win Nina over, she began carrying stories to Nina's father about the girl.
She complained that Nina was staying out much too late for a girl of seventeen, that she never said where she was going, and never brought any of her friends home to show what kind of a group she was running around with. To Nina's chagrin, her father agreed with Helen. He insisted that Nina take Helen more into her confidence and let her know how she was spending her time, leaving no doubt in Nina's mind that she was in her stepmother's charge and would be until she became of age.
It was the first real falling out she'd ever had with her father. The first time she could ever remember him siding with someone else against her and it certainly didn't make her feel any more kindly toward Helen. She came awfully close to telling her father about those men who came to see Helen while he was away but again the spectre of divorce loomed large in her mind. Besides, she wasn't at all certain now that he'd believe her, that he'd take her word against Helen's. In any event the communication gap between her stepmother and herself grew even wider.
Whether or not, Helen went out of her way to pin something on Nina, she made a discovery one day that caused Nina considerable embarrassment and went a long way toward setting the pattern for Nina's future life. While sorting out the wash, she came across Nina's bra. It was stained with a few drops of a yellowish secretion that had dried to an ugly stiffness. Helen jumped to an immediate conclusion and showed the bra to her husband.
"Semen!" Helen diagnosed the stains accusingly. "A man's sperm inside your supposedly innocent daughter's bra."
"Impossible!" Nina's father disparaged.
"What's so impossible about mammary intercourse?" Helen demanded with crude frankness. "Simplest thing in the world for one of the kids she's chasing around with, to put his penis down inside her bra and drop his load between her breasts. They're certainly big enough."
Jim Knox scowled his disapproval. "I-I just don't think Nina would do such a thing."
"Is that a fact?" Helen retorted peevishly. "You've done it to me. But you don't think your precious Nina would let anybody do it to her."
"I didn't mean it that way. Nina's still a child."
"She's seventeen and she's built! Besides-I think you're forgetting what a tramp her mother was."
"It isn't fair to accuse Nina of anything just because of her mother," Knox said heatedly.
"Okay-so we'll find out. We'll ask Nina how the stains got inside her bra."
Nina's father argued against embarrassing the girl by confronting her with such an accusation. But the only way the argument could be settled was to do as Helen insisted. So Nina was called into the living room when she came home from school that afternoon and Helen showed her the stained bra.
Nina proved to be far more than embarrassed, she was utterly humiliated. She cried bitterly that her stepmother could even suggest such a happening and her heart was broken that her father could be a party to such a cross-examination, even though he just sat back and let Helen do the questioning.
"Okay, if you haven't been playing around with boys," Helen demanded when Nina finished her denial, "You tell us what these yellow stains are?"
Nina looked at her father with mortification, then she covered her face with her hands and dropped her head as she murmured, "It's-it's
"Milk?" Helen echoed with profound astonishment. "Then you're pregnant!"
"No!" Nina shouted, uncovering her tear-streaked face and meeting Helen's accusing gaze, unflinchingly. "I couldn't be. Nobody ever-I mean-I'm still a virgin."
"We'll see!" Helen declared emphatically. "We'll take you to see Dr. Sommers."
In spite of her husband's disapproval and Nina's vehement protests, Helen made an appointment and took the girl to see Dr. Sommers the next afternoon, right after school. The fact that Dr. Sommers was a woman didn't ease Nina's embarrassment at the thoughts of an examination, or lessen her anger. Nina considered it an insult that Helen wouldn't take her word that she'd done nothing to become pregnant, that her stepmother could even begin to think such a thing about her. She was even more disappointed and disillusioned that her father would finally give his consent that Helen take her to see a doctor.
But, as Helen said, "If she's going to have a baby, we're going to do something to stop it right now. I'm not going to be a grandmother at my age-especially not to a bastard." There was something about Dr. Sommers that Nina instinctively didn't like right from the start. Maybe it was because she always thought of doctors as men. Or it might have been because Dr. Sommers had been Helen's personal physician for several years and that at this moment, Nina resented anything and everything pertaining to her stepmother.
Nina didn't find out until later that Dr. Sommers had performed two abortions on her stepmother when Helen was married to the first of her husbands-Jim Knox being number four in line. After that, Dr. Sommers had fitted Helen with a cervical cap and then a diaphragm since the pill didn't agree with Helen's system.
However, in spite of her dislike for "Helen's doctor", Nina could not say that in her stiffly-starched, white, knee-length doctor's coat, the woman didn't create a very formidable, professional appearance. A big-boned woman, built along Amazonian lines, she added inches to her five-feeteleven by wearing her premature gray hair in a severe upsweep. With only a faint daub of rouge to outline her sensuous lips and a hint of blue shadow on the heavy lids of her faint grey-blue eyes, she was almost masculinely handsome rather than womanly beautiful.
Helen wanted to accompany Nina when Dr. Sommers took the girl into the private gynaeceum-like examination room. But Dr. Sommers insisted that Helen remain in the waiting room with her receptionist.
Dr. Sommers had a nurse in the office but as she told Nina, she didn't believe in having anyone else in the room with her, when she gave a patient their initial examination. She said that she'd found out that it made the person feel more at ease and allowed for a much more satisfactory rapport between patient and doctor.
Nina couldn't argue against that philosophy. Although she would have felt a lot more comfortable if there had been a screen or something else behind which to hide when Dr. Sommers told her to take off her clothes. Even at that, it might not have been so bad, if the woman hadn't seated herself behind her flat-top desk watching every move as Nina removed each article of clothing.
It was more than just comfortably warm in the fair-sized, sound-proofed examination room, with its array of the very latest medical equipment, X-ray machines, examination tables and bright, indirect, overhead lighting. Dr. Sommers kept the heat high in the room, so that her patients wouldn't get chilled when they disrobed for her. However, the heat had nothing to do with the way Nina's temperature began to soar as more and more of her flesh became exposed.
For as long as she could remember, Nina always had had a quirk about nudity that certainly wasn't helped by those pictures she saw of her mother in bed with a strange man. Even at school, in the locker room, changing for gym, or in the shower, she felt funny being naked in front of other girls. It embarrassed her when they compared the size of their breasts, the amount of hair covering their veneris-especially since they invariably compared what they had to the size of Nina's-who happened to have more than her share of both.
The fact that the woman seated behind the desk, watching her was a doctor made little difference to Nina. She could feel her heart pumping faster, a tightening of her scalp as one garment after another found its way onto the stool beside her. When finally she got down to her abbreviated nylon bra and flimsy panties, she hesitated with both arms folded across her body.
"Everything, Nina," Dr. Sommers said in her best professional manner. "You've got to take everything off, if I'm going to give you a thorough examination."
CHAPTER THREE
Nina took a deep breath and tugged at her panties, working them down over her hips and legs until she stepped out of them. She tossed them onto the stool and was now completely nude, making no attempt to cover herself with her hands as if she were aware of the futility of such an act. She stood there for several moments, feeling as uncomfortable and self-conscious and embarrassed as she had ever felt before in her life.
At Dr. Sommers' command, she came around to the side of the desk and stood before the woman. She kept telling herself over and over, it was silly for her to feel the way she did. This was only a doctor she was with, another woman at that. The way the woman was looking at her was clinical, nothing more. Whatever else Nina saw in the woman's eyes as they swept over her body, was born purely of imagination! After all, she was here for an examination, wasn't she? The woman had to look at her like that.
Nina jumped when Dr. Sommers placed a hand on her bare tummy and her whole body tightened. She even made a move to take a step backwards away from the other woman. But the doctor's free hand came around to grasp one of her polished buttocks and keep her put.
"Relax, darling," Dr. Sommers said softly. "I know how it affects some women to have another woman touch them But you mustn't think of me as another woman. You've got to remember I'm simply your doctor, darling, and that you're here to be examined. So please-relax."
Nina tried to relax. She tried to do what Dr. Sommers told her to do to keep remembering that she was merely a doctor. She tried not to feel or even think of the hand that moved lightly and surely over her tummy, pressing gently around her navel and along the line of her groin, kneading the flesh like a master baker testing fine dough.
"Your mother has some notion that you're pregnant, is that right, Nina?" Dr. Sommers asked as she concluded the preliminary examination.
"My stepmother," Nina corrected indignantly.
The doctor smiled understandingly. "Your stepmother has some idea you're pregnant? Right?"
"But I'm not pregnant!"
"And she doesn't take your word for it?"
"No, she doesn't."
The smile on the woman's full-lipped mouth deepened. "In that case, we'll have to prove it to her, won't we, darling?" She stood up. She towered above Nina, her starched white coat wrinkled slightly from sitting and the bottom flaps opening a little so that Nina could catch a glimpse of her meaty thighs almost to the dark tops of her flesh-colored nylons. "I'm going to ask you to get up on the examination table over there and let's see what we can find Out."
As Nina turned and walked slowly toward the long, padded-top examination table, she self-consciously tried to keep her breasts from bouncing and her buttocks from jiggling. She halted alongside the table and a strange weakness gripped her insides as she watched Dr. Sommers pull a rubber glove onto her right hand and then dip the middle finger into a small jar of petroleum jelly. Nina could only begin to imagine what that finger might be going to do.
Dr. Sommers came forward and helped Nina up onto the long table, adding to the girl's apprehensiveness. Nina tried to get away with lying face-down on the table. But the doctor insisted she turn over and lie on her back. Nina kept telling herself how very silly it was for her to feel the way she did. Repeating over and over that the woman standing beside the table, hovering over her was only a doctor ... only a doctor ... SheJ closed her eyes as she felt Dr. Sommers' left hand moving over her tummy again and once more tried to make herself immune to the light touch. Then she felt the doctor spreading apart her legs and almost fainted when the greased finger separated the outer lips of her vagina and slid easily into her pink, velvety-lined womanhood.
Nina stirred restlessly and popped open her eyes. "What ... what are you doing to me?"
"Just examining you, darling. Routine." Routine or not, Nina was afraid! She knew how very sensitive she was down there. How very excited she could become just soaping herself during a shower, or rubbing too hard with a towel when drying off. Several times at school, while taking a shower, girls had brushed against her and tried to engage her in mutual masturbation. Same as it seemed that almost every boy with whom she'd ever gone out, tried to get inside her panties. But she never encouraged any of them, male or female. Because she feared that once she started, she might turn into a nympho like her mother and she didn't want that. She didn't want to duplicate her mother's life and repeat all the heartaches and misery that her mother had caused everyone who'd ever been close to her.
As Dr. Sommers' rubber-encased finger continued to probe around inside her, Nina found it almost impossible to lie still. With her eyes closed again, she couldn't help but wonder whether every woman who was examined in this manner, felt the way she did right now. Her passion was awakening like a sunrise, making her breasts feel larger, tight-skinned, hot, sensitive, ready to burst. She fought hard to control her breathing.
Whether it was relief or disappointment that Nina felt as Dr. Sommers pulled her finger out of her vagina with an obscene little "plop", she didn't know. But when the doctor spoke, she opened her eyes sort of dazedly and detected a thin line of perspiration clinging to the older woman's upper Up.
"Of course, we'll need a urinal examination and a blood test," Dr. Sommers said assuming her professional tone again. "But I think we can safely say you're not pregnant."
Nina was grateful for that. She sat up and clenched her legs together as much to try to ease the tingling between them as to hide her now thoroughly moistened womanhood.
"What made Hel-?" Dr. Sommers started to say "Helen" with an intimacy that hinted at something considerably more than the usual "doctor-patient" relationship but she caught herself, and Nina in her present overwrought state of mind, completely missed the slip. The woman reworded her question. "Whatever gave your stepmother the idea you might be pregnant?"
With some light groping for the right words, Nina explained, Dr. Sommers registered profound amazement as her gray-blue eyes settled on Nina's taut, ripe nipples thrusting out from the centers of her big, delightfully-shaped, young breasts with hard, pink pearl-like prominence.
"Can't altogether say I blame your stepmother for being alarmed, darling," Dr. Sommers explained. "Because normally there is no discharge of milk before pregnancy. As a matter-of-fact, the flow of milk as a rule isn't fairly well established until several days after delivery. However, while it is rare, it is possible for some women to secrete a milky substance without being pregnant. Although, I must say, it is highly unusual for it to occur in a girl your age." She began handling Nina's quivering breasts again, squeezing them gently, fingering the nipples to rigidity. "Still you are physically matured and your breasts fully developed."
Nina suppressed a moan. The woman's hands on her breasts made them feel huge. An electric urgency was in them, a terrible, unnatural wanting.
Dr. Sommers was fully aware of how she was making Nina feel. "I'm sorry, darling. But all this is very necessary. We want to prove to your stepmother how very wrong she was, that the stains she found in your bra really was a secretion from your breasts, don't we?"
"Yes...."
"You see, my dear," Dr. Sommers continued in layman's language so that Nina would understand. "This secretion generally results from sexual stimulation." Her hand continued to pluck and massage and toy with the points of Nina's luscious mammaries as the girl sat there on the table, her breath deepening, her eyes growing glassy. "Were you sexually stimulated the time your stepmother accused you?"
"Well ... I ... I had been to a movie...." Nina replied almost zombie-like.
"Alone?"
"With a boy."
"Did anything happen?"
"He ... he put his arms around me ... and kissed me ... "
"He touch you any place?"
"Only-here." Nina indicated her breasts, adding quickly. "And outside my dress. I wouldn't let him put his hand inside."
"You're sure nothing else happened?"
"I wouldn't let anything else happen. Besides it couldn't. We were in a drive-in and there was another couple on the back seat."
Dr. Sommers suppressed a smile at her frankness and her naivete. "This boy handling your breasts-outside your dress-did he excite you, stimulate you?"
Nina met the doctor's gaze for a brief moment then replied slowly. "I-I guess he did."
Dr. Sommers wiped any and all trace of a smile from her face and once more assumed her stern, professional manner. "Now, Nina, I'm going to ask you to lie down again and close your eyes so I can complete my examination."
With a mingled feeling of curiosity and foreboding, Nina leaned back on the table, her long dark hair flowing over the sides of the table like a brown waterfall. She closed her eyes and lay there, head thrown back, hands gripping the sides of the table, tense, waiting for the eventual....
Nina felt the warm breath on her breasts as the other woman leaned over her. The warm mouth drew nearer and kissed Nina's right nipple, enclosing it, sucking it. Nina couldn't contain a moan of pleasure. It felt so good and she was so ready! Aroused simply wasn't the word for it.
She lay there breathing fast, her mouth dry, her eyes open now, staring blindly at the hot white ceiling as she felt the gentle right hand moving again on her body, slipping downward over her tense belly. But something about the touch of the hand seemed different ... more intimate ... more stimulating....
Then she realized-Dr. Sommers had removed the rubber glove!
Through the dense forest of curly hair that covered Nina's prominent elevation the hand traveled, lower, to the center....
Nina's thighs jumped as a finger again slipped between the partly opened lips of her vagina and into the well of loneliness beyond. There was no need for jelly now, the vestibule was flooded to overflowing with the warm, filmy juices of Nina's excitement.
The mouth at her breast and the finger that had found her clitoris, stiff as a tiny penis, were going to drive her insane. But it was the other woman who was now making muffled sounds of pleasure as the first drop of warm, syrupy-thick liquid trickled from the pin-point opening in the tip of Nina's right nipple.
It reacted on the older woman as the first spurt of sperm might affect a person addicted to fellatio. A sudden burst of passion turned her into an untamed animal. She gripped the pebbly-grained areola of Nina's right breast in her teeth and sucked the swollen nub frantically, until Nina thought it would surely burst in the woman's mouth. From one teat to the other, back and forth, the woman switched in her unbridled passion, nursing like a famished child. But the milk she drew forth little more than moistened her tongue.
Nina writhed with this brand-new sensation. The woman's mouth and tongue was like nothing she had ever experienced ... hungry, voracious, demanding ... exciting her more, enflaming her body, emptying her mind of all thought, except that she didn't want the overwhelming pleasure that the female doctor was bringing her to end-until it had reached its climax....
Satisfied that she could extract no more nourishment from Nina's quivering, raw-nippled breasts, Dr. Sommers drew back from her, breathing heavily., But she wasn't finished, if anything, she had only begun....
The wild look of passion in the older woman's eyes probably should have caused Nina considerable concern. But by now, Nina's body was so thoroughly riddled with emotion and she herself so completely under the doctor's spell, that she was beyond rational thought or fear. All she could do was lie there helplessly and submit to anything Dr. Sommers might have in mind to do to her....
Standing alongside the table where Nina could watch her, Dr. Sommers unbuttoned the front of her white coat and revealed her bra, her great white globes threatening to overflow the well-filled cups. Seconds later she had the bra unhooked and off and Nina saw the monumental breasts hanging directly above her; enormous and pendant from the sheer weight of them, yet curving delightfully upward as if begging to be kissed. Only she didn't offer them to Nina to kiss. She had other more exciting plans for them. Plans that by now Nina knew had nothing at all to do with her examination.
With her fleshy but far from flabby torso bared from the waist up, her huge watermelons jigging back and forth like two mounds of pink jelly, Dr. Sommers moved to the foot of the table. Grasping Nina's shapely legs in her strong yet gentle hands, she pulled the girl toward her until Nina's buttocks rested on the edge of the table. With a hand on each of Nina's hips, legs drawn up under her armpits, she lifted Nina so that her own dangling breasts could soak in the warm, sticky juices between Nina's burning thighs, until they were smeared with the glistening secretion. Then slowly she lowered Nina to the table, forced her legs apart as far as they'd go and leaning forward rubbed her hardened, over-sized nipples back and forth over Nina's clitty until it stood erect as a tiny penis.
Moving back slightly, the older woman bent forward again. Instinctively Nina lifted her pelvis in blind seeking. The descending mouth found and glued itself to the long, deep divide that sighed open in welcome in the nest of hair between Nina's legs. Catching the erectile between her lips, she suckled it as she had Nina's nipples, with a relentless ardor, slowly rolling the sensitive knob over and over on her tongue as Nina mewled and whined and moaned in an ecstasy of almost unendurable painful pleasure, shaking her head violently from side to side. "Oh ... ah ... "
Nina could feel her orgasm catching on, starting as a warm glow in the outer extremities and growing in intensity as it raced like wildfire through a field of dry grass. It funneled into her loins and exploded in her womb, tearing a hoarse scream of completion from somewhere in her brain. For endless seconds she seemed to just hang there, suspended in a kind of Umbo, mind and body split apart, with no conception of what was real and what was fancy....
Nina had no recollection as to when the doctor climbed up and sat on the table and cradled her head in her arms against her breast. Nina just remembered seeing the thumb-like nipples centered in their brownish-red, saucer-sized areolas staring down at her. Instinctively, like a child in need of pacification, she brought one of the teats to her mouth and suckled it, contentedly, until her sobbing stopped and her climax receded....
"This is our secret, isn't it, darling?" Dr. Sommers whispered when it was all over. "We'll make your mother understand quite clearly that you definitely aren't pregnant and tell her about the phenomenon of the milk in the breasts of a single girl as young as you are. But we won't tell her, or anyone else, about what else happened, will we, Nina?"
Like a subject of hypnosis emerging from a deep, trance-like sleep, Nina agreed to everything the woman said. With her body still tingling from the stimulation that Dr. Sommers' lesbian manipulations had caused her, Nina couldn't even assemble her own thoughts properly.
"I'll want to see you again sometime next week, darling," the prematurely-greyed gynocologist told Nina as she got down off the table, put on her bra, and adjusted the top of her white coat. "But we won't let your stepmother know about your next visit. You come and see me on your own. All right, darling?"
Nina made no answer because she wasn't at all sure that she wanted to pay another visit here. She was no authority on the subject, that's for sure, but she knew enough about lesbians to recognize that Dr. Sommers was one of them. She wouldn't deny that what happened had been pleasant, one of the most enjoyable experiences she'd ever known. Which was exactly why she wasn't sure she wanted to try it again. It would be so easy to cultivate and make it into a habit and become a lesbo herself. She wasn't sure she wanted that. That's why she didn't say whether she'd be back next week.
Dr. Sommers, on the other hand, didn't press her on the subject. Dr. Sommers was an Old hand at lesbian love-making and converting members of her own sex-especially when they were as uncertain in their own minds as Nina. She knew damn well that Nina would be back next week.
CHAPTER FOUR
Helen never apologized to Nina for the accusations she'd made even though Dr. Sommers left no doubt in Helen's mind that her stepdaughter definitely was not pregnant. However, it wasn't long after the visit that Helen's entire attitude toward Nina seemed to change. In fact, things began to happen that made Nina feel certain that her stepmother knew exactly what took place that afternoon in Dr. Sommers' examination room, even though Helen never even mentioned the incident.
Once when Nina was showering, Helen insisted on coming into the bathroom, where she disrobed and tried to get Nina to let her in the shower-stall. While Nina had to admit that her stepmother had a lovely, well-cared-for body in spite of her thirty odd years, she had no desire to make love with her.
Another time during a mild thunder storm, when Jim Knox was out of town, Helen tip-toed into Nina's bedroom and said she was frightened sleeping alone. So she got into bed with her stepdaughter. It didn't take Nina very long to find out that something a lot more than the storm was bothering Helen.
Turning Nina over on her back, Helen began massaging and kissing the girl's young breasts through her thin nightie.
"Why don't you like me, darling?" the older woman whispered with a sort of desperate pleading in her voice. "For so long I've wanted you and I to be friends. I mean very good friends. The kind of friends who'll understand each other's problems and needs, who'll feel free to make love to each other at times, like this, when we're all alone together. Let me make love to you now, darling?"
If it had been anyone else except her stepmother in bed with her, Nina might have gone all the way. Because she wouldn't deny that Helen's knowing hands and fevered lips had begun to arouse her almost to a point of yielding. But she knew she could never permit her stepmother to make love to her, not the woman who was married to her father.
When Nina finally succeeded in discouraging Helen's advances, she warned her that if she attempted such a thing again, she'd tell her father. Of course, she never did, even though her stepmother kept making passes at her, trying to win her over every time they were alone.
If all this did nothing else, it proved to Nina, at least in her own mind, that Helen must have known from experience what went on in Dr. Sommers' examination room. That during those monthly visits Helen paid the gynocologist, a great deal more went on than the mere readjustment of her diaphragm. Certainly it didn't ease Nina's mind any to know that her father had married a bisexual.
As for Nina's own sex life-after considerable soul-searching, she decided to keep her appointment with the handsome, silver-haired woman doctor, the following week and as agreed upon, she said nothing to her stepmother. This second visit followed pretty closely the pattern of the first ... except that Nina received her first thrill of having someone else undress her and admire and kiss to pinkness each intimate part of her delectable young body as it was exposed to view. By the time the Amazonian-like doctor picked up Nina and deposited her naked body atop the padded examination table, the girl was in the advance stages of an orgasm. Her nipples and aureolas glistening with the artful lesbian's spittle, Nina just lay there stretched out on the table, eyes closed, legs spread wide apart and let the older woman lick and kiss and suck her to violent completion ... then after a few brief moments of recuperation, the whole abnormal sex act was repeated, leaving Nina weak and drained ... but delightfully contented....
Nina was hooked. She couldn't wait for the next week to roll around so that she could see Dr. Sommers again. However, this third visit was a lot different from the first two. To begin with, Nina did not go to the woman's office. Instead they met at the gynecologist's apartment one evening, after regular office hours.
It was a sumptuous layout filled with rich antiques; Josephine's boudoir benches, Marie Louise's armchairs, Limoges made china, porcelain wood nymphs and an original life size painting of a nude Sappho, the Greek lyric poet, most famous of all lesbians. As a welcome change from the smell of medicants and disinfectants in Dr. Sommers office, her apartment was filled with the delicate aroma of some exotic perfume that made for erotic thoughts.
Too, away from her professional surroundings and free of her stiffly-starched white coat and severe coiffure, Celeste Sommers presented an entirely different appearance. Wearing artfully applied makeup now, with her silvery hair hanging in soft curls well below her wide shoulders and her big-boned overly-developed body only partly hidden beneath a black negligee, she had suddenly taken on the aura of a woman. In high black heels instead of the unglamorous white flats, she'd worn in the office, she towered above Nina like a colossus as they walked to a small bar recessed in one comer of the spacious gold-tinted walls.
"I know you're only seventeen, darling," Celeste said as she reached a bottle and two glasses. "But as your doctor, I promise that one teensy weensy little drink won't hurt you."
Even though Nina found it hard to trunk of the woman as a doctor right now in her present attire, baby-talk still didn't fit a woman of her size or age. The drink that she poured for Nina wasn't so "teensy-weensy", either-it was a real belt of vodka.
After the drinks were downed, they lost little time in finding their way into the bedroom where Celeste proceeded to undress Nina, again removing everything except the girl's well-filled white bra and white silk panties that were bursting full of black pubic hair and moist vagina lips.
"Let both of them stay on for a little while, darling," the older woman said.
"Why?" Nina asked anxiously.
"Surprises," Celeste answered. Then as Nina knelt at the edge of the bed, Celeste stood before her and let the girl take off her negligee.
When most women age and grow matronly their breasts usually lose their resilience and start to sag, and their bodies grow flabby and heavy through the middle. Not so with Celeste Sommers.
While she undeniably packed plenty of flesh, constant exercise and proper diet had helped her to keep it firm and bouyant, maintaining a figure that, for its size, was remarkably well proportioned.
To add to her erotic appearance, standing there beside the bed, was the shiny, black, satin garter belt she wore, its narrow strips of elastic holding up her fishnet hose and accentuating the gleaming whiteness of her fleshy thighs. Her tall black heels gave a nice turn to her trim ankles and long, well-rounded legs.
"Tonight, darling, we're going to change places," Celeste told Nina as the girl moved toward the middle of the big bed and made room for the older woman to put one of her black, silk encased knees on the mattress, the muscles in her powerful thighs tightening. "Tonight, I'm going to let you play dyke and make love to me ... do anything you want."
Nina looked at Celeste's watermelons and the perfect triangle formed by the wealth of black hair that covered Celeste's belly almost up to the navel.
Nina couldn't deny that the sight of Celeste's nakedness stirred her, especially with the vodka warming her blood, making her feel dizzy and irresponsible. Still she wasn't at all certain that what the woman wanted her to do particularly appealed to her. That she could bring herself to be the aggressor and make love to another woman.
Celeste seemed keenly sensitive to Nina's feelings.
"I haven't played femme in a long, long time, darling," Celeste confessed. "I don't usually like to be reminded that I'm a woman. But you're something different and you should feel flattered. Ever since that first afternoon in my office, I've had wet pants for you ... just thinking about you ... looking forward to when we'd be alone together like this and I could know the thrill of your lovely hands and mouth and tongue caressing me ... making love to me ... all over."
She had worked herself up to a fever pitch just talking. She grabbed hold of Nina and kissed her flush on the mouth. During all of the two sessions they'd spent in the office, Celeste had never kissed her on the mouth. No woman had. The first contact shocked her a little, even repelled her. But as she felt the softness, the sweetness, the warmth of the lesbian mouth, she let her own lips soften and mold to Celeste's.
As Celeste held her in powerful arms, Nina could feel the hunger for air in her lungs as the woman gradually urged apart her lips and made her accept a hot, inquisitive tongue.
Nina moaned as the strange tongue moved sensuously inside her mouth, causing her to savour its warm, syrupy moistness.
When the kiss ended, Nina continued to kneel there, her mind fuzzy, drawing in deep lungsful of air, as she watched Celeste throw herself backwards on the bed and lie there immodestly.
"Love me," Celeste breathed, her lids half-closed.
Nina looked down at the mountain of white flesh spread out before her. Lying like this Celeste appeared twice as big as she normally did. Her breasts, with their oversized brownish-pink nipples distended, were enormous; her black covered veneris rising like a hillock between thighs looked strong enough to crush any man who might brave an attempt to venture between them. She began to squirm impatiently.
Your breasts, darling ... rub them all over me...."
Nina took a deep breath of resignation and leaned forward. She touched the points of her dangling breasts to the flesh just below Celeste's deep navel then dragged them slowly downward over the woman's belly. The dark, crisp, pubic hair tickled and made Nina's nipples harden. Celeste started to spread her legs in anticipation. But Nina changed course and trailed her nipples upward over the curvaceous flesh writhing beneath her to engage Celeste's plump papillas in sensuous play, but only for moments, because Celeste ripped off Nina's bra, grabbed one of Nina's beautiful, big boobs in her hands and pulled it to her mouth, enveloping nipple and aureola in her lush, painted lips.
Kneeling beside Celeste, leaning over her with a hand planted at each side of the silvery-thatched head, the image in Nina's mind was that of a cow hooked up to an automatic milker. Because that's what Celeste was doing-milking her. But at the same time, she had to admit it was not altogether unpleasant being suckled this way, because once the milk ducts opened, it relieved the pressure in her heavy breasts. As pleasure continued to build inside her, Nina began to moan and wriggled. By the time Celeste" had siphoned the few drops of emulsion from her white maidenly mammaries, Nina was aroused to fever heat.
Pulling her saliva-wet teat from Celeste's mouth, she took off her panties and threw herself bodily across the woman, groveling into the white flesh beneath her as if trying to fuse their bodies together. When finally she lifted herself and looked down at her Gargantuan-lover, her nostrils were flared with passion, unable to see anything through the glaze of pleasure before her eyes-except the mountain of flesh that demanded satisfaction, hoping that in it she might find some small relief and satisfaction of her own.
Just how far she could go, she didn't know. She'd find that out when she reached that point. Right now, the ponderous hulk of squirming passion beneath her was begging for her to begin....
In answer to the plea, Nina took hold Celeste's weighty, right orb in both hands, lifted it and squeezed it and watched the mammoth nipple swell until it seemed on the verge of bursting. Then Nina grasped it in her mouth and punished the rubber prong with her tongue, until Celeste began to whimper in an ecstasy of joy and torture. After administering the same tongue-lashing to the left nub, Nina left the quivering breastworks to begin her first sliding movement downward.
Nina could feel the powerful body beneath her stiffen, anticipatorily, as Celeste whispered as if on the borderline to twilight sleep, "I love you, Nina darling ... I know you're going to make me feel more wonderful than I ever felt before in my life...."
Nina was certainly going to try as she planted a warm kiss on the soft underside of the woman's pendulant right breast ... a kiss on the pulsing stomach ... a kiss on the belly-button, tongue tickling inside ... a slight movement of the hands to open the black satin garter belt and kiss the pink mark it had left on Celeste's belly.
Now Nina's left hand was brushing through the black hair that blanketed Celeste's veneris, coaxing the meaty thighs to part so that she could unfasten the black-fishnet hose from the garter straps and roll down the stockings to just above the knees. Then Nina spread the legs wider apart and settled herself between them and her first glimpse of Celeste's vagina.
As if proud of her womanly treasure, Celeste drew her legs up at the knees to afford Nina a better view. Nina likened it to a dense black forest growing at the foot of two towering, ivory polished walls that were her massive legs, and in the middle of the forest, .dividing it in two, a long, moist, pink-red canyon, its bottom lost in mysterious darkness.
"Kiss," Celeste murmured in a delirium of passion. "Kiss me down there, lover...."
Nina leaned forward and her cheek came to rest on the satiny soft inside of the woman's right thigh. She could hear her own breathing as a wild, passionate longing raced through her body, until every part of her was trembling. For one terrifying moment, she wasn't sure that she could continue. What she was about to do, was abnormal, perverted, obscene. True, Celeste had done it to her on two separate occasions. In fact, Celeste probably had done it dozens and dozens of times to frustrated women who came to her office. Because Celeste was a lesbian. She was not, and she wasn't sure she ever wanted to be one. She, Celeste, chose that moment to move her legs so that the thick outer lips of her vagina, studded with soft hair, opened just enough for Nina to see the moist, delicate pink flesh.
It was cavernous, that was for sure, but it was also intriguing, tempting, Nina thought. Her face moved as if on its own nearer and nearer to the raw, open cavity, its lips stretched wide apart so that its complex of vulnerable, vividly pink flesh threatened to yield up its deepest secrets.
Nina's nostrils were filled with the powerfully aromatic, womanly smell of the intimate dripping flesh before her, serving to excite her until she felt her own clitty grow as erect as a male penis.
Without conscious thought, she pursed her lips and pressed them into the very center of Celeste's precious treasure. From the flood of juices that greeted her, Nina guessed the woman must have experienced at least one orgasm since they started and was well on her way to another. It was like wallowing in the bubbling, seething lava of a ready-to-erupt volcano, as Nina caught up in a frenzy of passion, worked her tongue frantically inside the yawning cavity, brushing against the hot, slippery, rubber-like walls, probing deep into the scalding depths of the mucous-lined tunnel.
With a scream that rattled the four walls, Celeste lifted her buttocks off the mattress and held there for an eternal second as her climax took hold. Nina touched her tongue to the wildly throbbing clitoris....
"Oh no!" the tortured woman screeched and pushed Nina's dark head from between her legs.
Nina moved back and watched with a strange fascination as Celeste rode out her orgasm, writhing and groveling on the bed like a beached white whale struggling to get back into the water. If the ordeal that the woman went through, took anything out of her, it was not immediately apparent.
Taking only enough return to normal breathing, she looked up at Nina and in a forboding voice said, "Now-you...."
The next moment she had hold of Nina and handling her with as much ease as she would a small child, she pushed her backwards, down onto the bed. Then she straddled Nina, so that her knees were planted at each side of the girl's dark head, while her own silvery head found its place between Nina's shapely, wide-spread thighs. It was the true lesbian position for mutual cunnilingus.
As Celeste slowly dragged her educated tongue over the length of Nina's darling, hot, wet, supersensitive pussy, Nina emitted a long, low sigh of undisguised pleasure. She was so hot, so ready! It wasn't going to take her any so-called three minutes ... or two minutes ... she was primed to let go at any second....
From where Nina lay, Celeste's strong thighs rose at each side of her like white marble columns. Looking up she could see the two long, thin strips of raw meat hanging down from between the labia majora. Now that she had savoured her first taste of the "raw meat", she suddenly craved another helping.
Reaching up with both hands, she took hold of Celeste's wide hips and brought the tempting flesh down to her mouth to lick and suck at it. She couldn't escape the thought of what she was doing, enjoying. Did this make her a lesbian, she asked herself? Did it matter whether or not she was one? Was being a female homo such a terrible thing? How could something that brought her so much pleasure, be bad?
CHAPTER FIVE
A few days after her visit to Celeste Sommers' apartment, Nina learned that Siget was coming to live with her father, her stepmother and herself in their upper-bracket-income house in White Plains.
Siget was Helen's brother. At twenty, he was a typical muscle beach boy, with wide football shoulders that tapered to almost non-existent hips and waist. His tall, dark, good looks unfortunately were overshadowed by his insufferable conceit. He was always parading through the house, bared to the waist, showing off his muscles that Nina had to admit were considerable and impressed her very much, at first. He also had a careless habit, intentional or not, of failing to zip up his fly. And at least on two or three occasions, Nina caught a glimpse of him walking from his room to the bath, entirely nude, his long, fat tool in semi-repose, slapping against his muscled thighs.
Whether this was done for her special benefit, with the hope of exciting her, Nina didn't know. But if so, it was wasted effort. At this particular stage of her life, while she may have been curious about male functions, she had no desire to become involved with one. Maybe it was psychological. Maybe those photographs of her mother were still too vividly etched in her mind. But she was not at all interested in men. She could get all the sexual satisfaction she wanted from her older lesbian lover.
Nina had been told that Siget had been away to college and that during the vacation season, he and a friend had been touring the continent, which was the reason why he had never met her "uncle" until he came to live with them. Then it didn't take long for her to learn the truth. For the past two years he had really been in reform school, serving out a hushed-up sentence for robbery and gang rape.
Siget explained it in his own words, much more colorfully than anyone else could hope to tell it. According to his version, "There's this old broad-45 maybe 50-comes to live in this big pad down at the beach where me and a couple of guys are bedding down, while we earn our keep doing odd jobs along the boardwalk. This broad, she's got more bread and rocks than she'll ever know what to do with. Also for a dame her age, she's really stacked, with a pair of knockers like oversized bowling balls. She ain't at all bashful about the way she's always showing 'em off, in a too-small bikini, or a too-tight sweater, either.
"The first few times she shows up, we figure what the hell, maybe it's just a coincidence. But when we find her sitting there on the beach every night and morning that we meet to do our exercises, we know she's keeping a timetable on us, that she's coming out strictly for kicks. So we start doing little things that'll get the old broad horny. It don't take long before we're on speaking terms with her and find out that her old man is well up into his seventies, that he's really loaded and that he comes to visit her here at the beach only on weekends. Also from the way she talks, she ain't been laid for a year or more.
"It finally gets around to her inviting the three of us to her beach house for a home-cooked meal. We bring along a few bottles of 'dago red', which we polish off after dinner. Then we take her into the bedroom, strip her, throw her on the bed and take turns banging her. Like I said she's built and she screws like a minx, takes on each one of us twice, without even a squawk ... until she finds out none of us can get it up any more, then she starts screeching like a banshee with her tit caught in the door.
"We grab her purse with almost five hundred bucks in it and a handful of rocks apiece ... and we run. But we don't get very far because every cop in the city is on our tail. When they catch us, they throw us in stir and keep us there until the trial, with bail set so high none of us can meet it. When we get before the judge, it's an open and shut case of robbery and rape. Nobody, including the old broad's senile husband, will even begin to believe that she asked for it, that she'd let three bums like us plow her, willingly. Because of what he calls my 'tender years', the judge sentences me to two years in the reformatory, while the other two guys, who are both over twenty-one go to the state pen for from five to ten.
"Actually I didn't have it too bad. The old homo who ran the joint, took one look at the body beautiful and invited me to shack up with him. Crawling in the sack with him and letting him ream me was a hell of a lot better than cleaning out craphouses, or sweating in the yard. So I had myself a pretty cozy time of it. In fact, when it came time for the doors to open up for me to leave, he slipped me an extra fifty bucks out of his own pocket. To show my gratitude, I bent over his desk and let him stick it in me one last time."
This was the young man who had come to make his home with Nina, her father and her stepmother. This was her "uncle" by marriage, who from their first meeting, by his actions, made it clear to Nina that he was going to take up the unsuccessful campaign waged by his sister and win her over.
At first, it was a simple matter for Nina to resist his efforts. Because they came mainly in the form of what he considered "charm" and his constant exposing of his muscled torso and occasionally other parts of his anatomy. Nina found these early subtle attempts at enticing her amusing and at times disgusting, especially when he went so far in his exhibitionism as to expose his cock to her view.
When he-saw these things didn't work, he became bolder. He began talking suggestively to her, commenting on her breasts, her legs and her ass; telling her what a terrific piece she'd make. He embellished these with glowing reports of his past conquests. But Nina was still not impressed.
This disinterest on Nina's part, only made Siget that much more determined. But his two years in the reformatory had taught him patience, if nothing else, so he waited until the opportune time to bring his siege to its hoped-for conclusion.
It was a Sunday night, almost one month after Siget had established residence in the Knox household, that Nina came home early in the evening with no plans other than to watch a little television and maybe study awhile in her room. She knew her father was out of town on one of his much too frequent business trips and wouldn't be home until sometime on Monday. But she had no idea that her stepmother would be away for the night, too. Had she known, she never would have come home because she knew that it meant she and Siget would be alone in the house for the entire night.
When she came in, she found him sitting on the sprawling divan in the living room, watching TV. He was wearing a bright yellow, satin bathrobe that she remembered having belonged to her father, which came as no particular surprise. He'd adopted many of her dad's things since he moved in. Whether or not Siget had anything on under the robe, Nina couldn't tell-and she was not interested.
She said hello to him and lingered only long enough for him to tell her that his sister wasn't home, then she turned and started to go up the stairs to her room.
"Don't you wanna stay and see Sullivan?" Siget called after her. "He's got a pretty good show tonight."
"I've got a lot of homework to do," she gave as an excuse.
"Or-maybe you're afraid?" he challenged.
She looked across the room at him unflinchingly. "What's there to be afraid of?"
He shrugged and kept staring at her. "Not a thing. Which is why it won't hurt for you to sit here for a few minutes and watch some television with your old uncle. You don't have all that much homework to do."
She hesitated a moment, her gaze still locked with his. unwaveringly. She couldn't afford to let him think she was afraid of him. That's all he'd need-one weakness to show in her armor and nothing would stop him.
Tilting her chin upward, she walked straight backed and stiff-legged into the living room. She chose one of the big easy chairs up close to the color TV console and sat down to watch the program in progress. It wasn't long before she felt his eyes trying to push up the bottom of her mini-skirt and work down the low-cut neckline of her form-fitting summer-weight dress. Glancing at him occasionally out of the comer of her eye, she could see by his expression and the way he was breathing, he was working himself up .to a pitch that meant trouble for her. She also didn't like the looks of the threatening bulge in the front of his bathrobe.
"Wouldn't you like to start acting sociable for a change?" he finally asked her. "Sociable?"
"Yeh. We ain't exactly strangers, y'know. I am after all, your uncle. But you've been treating me like a half-ass relative with some kind of a social disease."
"I'm sorry...."
"Don't be sorry. Do something about it," he said, slapping the cushion beside him on the couch. "C'mon over here and let's get to know each other."
"I-I don't think that'd be such a good idea," Nina told him, reservedly.
"Why not?"
She swallowed uneasily. She didn't have an answer that she'd care to put into words.
"Cause you are afraid!" he accused.
Without comment, she got up from the easy chair, walked to the divan and sat a safe distance from him. She was glad he couldn't tell how her stomach was crawling, her blood pumping faster through her veins.
He moved toward her and tried to put an arm around her but she quickly inched away.
He scowled. "Am I that hard to take?"
"No." She countered. "But as you said-you're my uncle."
"All the better. I know some girls let their uncles get into them regular-but you won't even let me kiss you."
Whether he knew how she felt or not, she didn't like his crude outspokeness, nor the direction his conversation was taking. So she got up.
"I-I really do have an awful lot of homework, Siget," she told him. "I think I'd better get upstairs and start on it."
She was surprised that he didn't try to talk her out of it, or even comment on her leaving. Instead he just sat there and bobbed his head when she said "goodnight" .and watched the backs of her shapely legs and thighs and the movements of her flexing buttocks as she turned and walked from the room.
When she got upstairs to her bedroom, it wasn't the first time she wished there was a key for the lock on her door. But her father had a phobia about locked doors and refused to allow keys made tor any of the doors in the house, except the bathrooms and the front and back entrances. So she decided to make the best of a bad arrangement. She closed her door, kept on all her clothes and went to work on her studies. She worked for a couple of hours before she started to get sleepy. She got up from her desk, opened the door and listened. Siget was still watching TV downstairs and with a sigh of relief, she guessed he must have accepted her rebuff as final.
She went into the bathroom, at the end of the hallway, locked the door and showered, wearing a cap so she wouldn't get her brown hair wet. After she stepped from the stall, she put on her shortie nightie, a whisp of white lace that was little better than nothing at all and over that she put on her negligee that still left plenty of what made her a woman, clearly visible.
She squeaked open the bathroom door and peeked out. Satisfied that the coast was clear, she stepped out and hurried along the hallway to her own room. She opened the door, stepped inside and froze as the door closed suddenly behind her. The breath hissed out of her and a sort of paralysis gripped her as she turned and saw Siget still wearing her father's yellow satin robe, standing there with his back against the door. He grinned, and there was something evil in his eyes.
"I figured you've been up here doing your homework long enough," he said smoothly as his slate-colored eyes frankly admired her loosely-contained breasts. "All work and no fun can make even a pretty girl old before her time-and that'd be a cryin' shame, because you are a pretty girl-damn pretty."
Nina shook off her momentary paralysis. "Thanks. I'm glad you're so concerned about my welfare-now-do you mind leaving?"
"I just got here."
Nina was indignant. "And just what do you intend doing?"
He shrugged. "I never plan. I always let nature take its course."
She tried desperately to steady her jumpy nerves and quiet the fluttering in her stomach as he put a hand to her hair and felt its sleek, softness.
"Please. Siget ... I'm tired ... I ... I'd like to go to bed."
"Go right ahead. Nobody's stopping you," he said derisively.
Scowling furiously, she made a turn toward the bed. But he caught her wrist and yanked her back to him. Nina cried out in protest as he bent her arm up behind her back, rendering her helpless and mashing her soft curves up to his muscular body, so she could feel the heat of his throbbing cock. He remained perfectly calm and composed as he used his free hand to cup her face, forcing her to look up at him.
"You're gonna make a real nice lay, baby," he murmured softly.
For the first time, Nina felt the full force of his strength and will and her uncontrollable response to it frightened her. "No...."
He smiled. "Let's me and you get something straight I ain't had a piece of ass since before I went to the reformatory. I maybe bugged a few guys to sorta keep in practice. But I haven't had a real piece, a cunt, and after two years a guy gets really hard up."
"No, please! I don't want you to! I-I've never-"
"Been screwed?" he supplemented. "Then you ought to be real glad. There's nobody better than a girl's uncle to take her cherry. It's done in the best of families."
CHAPTER SIX
Nina couldn't help but think of Celeste at that moment, remembering how soft and sweet and gentle her lips and tongue were compared to this heavy, brutish kiss. She tried to push him away but her efforts were feeble as the kiss, to her dismay, sent a strange heat into her limbs. The kiss lasted a long time and she hated him for what he was doing to "her, hated him even more for making her loins warm with a slow and suffusing pleasure. Yet the very last thing in the world she wanted at this moment was for him to continue, for him to do what he threatened.
She was breathing heavily when he took away his mouth and pulled her after him down onto the bed. She sprawled there on his lap, her negligee parting at her thighs, her white shortie nightie offering her no protection from his view. She strained to free herself from the iron grip he maintained on her wrist. Then he kissed her again. Filling her mouth with his breath and his. tongue and she could feel herself melting, despite her loathing of his forced intimacy.
"You fighting only makes it more interesting, baby," he murmured, running his free hand over her silken hair and down over her partly bared shoulder. "So why don't you make it easy on yourself?"
Nina thought she was going to faint when his hand parted the negligee and ripped open the front of her nightie, allowing her tingling breasts to spring free.
"Christ!" he exclaimed. "I knew you had beautiful big, knockers but I never thought-"
She struggled against him with all her strength, but he could have handled two girls like her with as much ease.
"Let me go," she cried out, trying to escape the hand that was stroking her.
"Not a chance, Nina baby," he grunted, showing his expertise as his fingers pinched and toyed with her nipples until she began to shiver and pant. He looked down at her flesh. "You're gonna get fucked ... and I mean really fucked!"
"No!"
"Oh but yes! Only we're first gonna have a taste of that milk Helen's been telling me about!"
"I'll-I'll tell my father-he'll send you back where you came from...."
He smiled, breathing heavily. "Occupational hazard, sweetheart."
His mouth dove for her breasts, grasping one of the nipples between his lips and sucking it, hard, savoring the faint trickle of warm nourishment he got from it.
She strained to push away from him but it was useless. The mouth at her breasts continued to pull and arouse her until she was forced to bite at her lips to keep from moaning. It was a strange mixed-up feeling that surged through her, much different from the way Celeste had made her feel. As much as she loathed him and what he was doing to her, the force of his kiss caused her to sink deeper and deeper under his spell.
She didn't feel his hand at her thighs until it was too late to clench them together protectively. It lifted her off his lap when his fingertips made their first delicate caress on the outer lips of her vagina. She writhed and struggled but the continued stroking of his fingers rapidly drained her of what little strength she had left.
"Put your hand under my robe and see what I got all warmed up for you," he whispered.
She tightened. "You pig...."
He laughed and jiggled her clitty, making her moan.
"Okay, if you're gonna make me do all the work," he said and let go of her so that he could get off the bed and remove the yellow robe he was wearing. He took it off slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving her face.
Nina lay there, paralyzed by the sight of him, unable to move or even turn her eyes away. "Oh, no," she whispered, staring fearfully at his mansized penis, standing out rigidly from the clump of wiry black hair between his muscled legs. She could see the heavy vein that ran up to the huge, wet, purplish-red head like a panting thing and its very bigness both frightened and fascinated her.
He gave her plenty of time to study his huge, menacing tool before he started to get back onto the bed. "Like I said, Nina baby, it's all warmed up and ready for you."
"No ... no ... don't...." she screamed as she tried to crawl away from him. But there was no place for her to retreat.
He pulled her into his arms and his kiss drew every ounce of breath from her lungs. The contact with his naked, rock-hard body seemed to anesthetize her and nothing that was happening seemed to be quite real. She kept pushing at him with both hands. His hands were roaming her squirming flesh in a series of skillful probings that sent waves of unwanted desire rolling through her. She raked his back with her nails.
"You bitch!" he cursed, and in retaliation lowered his head and fastened his teeth on one of her quivering breasts, causing her to wince with the pain.
It served its purpose and she lay still, as he stripped off what few shreds of clothing remained on her. Then he took his place between her parted thighs, wet and sticky with a gauzy film. He knelt there a moment, tense and taut, lookiijg down at her wet, rouge-red nether lips. Then he took hold of her hips and lifted her slowly to meet him.
Nina stared up at him through glazed eyes, in fearful anticipation and awareness. "Oh, no ... Oh, no...."
He smiled with malign satisfaction and entered her.
"Ah!" Nina arched with the blazing pain that seared through her body as Siget drove into her and held there for long moments, until her whimpering became a muffled sob. Then she felt him moving against her as she remained limp and docile, letting him have his way with her. She tried not to feel him but it was impossible for her to ignore the new thrill he was bringing her. Different from the way Celeste had made her feel ... different from anything she had ever known before in her entire life....
Without further protest or resistance, she allowed herself to be guided into the rhythm he had so artfully established, writhing beneath him, as pleasure took form and warmed her body. She was surprised that she had adapted so easily to his size, even more amazed that at this moment, she felt no more shame, nor pain, now that he was inside her. In fact, she was a little startled to find out that it was nothing like she had expected it would be. She could say she even enjoyed the feeling of being so completely fulfilled; like the sensation of his soft, firm flesh pressing tightly against the sensitive walls of her uterus, rubbing back and forth over the delicate membranes. She found special pleasure in the moments when he held deep inside her and she could feel the throbbing beat of his shaft as he pressed its base against her clitoris. Not even the accomplished artistry of Celeste's tongue had ever made her feel so ecstatic.
Of course, she didn't dare let on any of these things to Siget. But she couldn't help but think-if a man she hated and despised the way she did him, could make her feel so delightful, what would it be like with a man she loved?
Siget interrupted her thoughts as she felt him speeding the union. "Faster, baby ... let's make it to the top of the mountain together...."
That's just what it felt like to Nina, as if she were scaling the heights into the rarefied air of the stratosphere, where she had never ventured before. She moaned, no longer able to hold back. With a surge of unexpected, unchecked passion, she clung to him frantically, her breathing coarse and heavy as she met him thrust for thrust. Every motion inside her body was boiling to a white heat....
She heard Siget gasp aloud and then stiffen as he pushed further into her than he had gone before. She felt the huge head of the penis expand and then explode against the mouth of her womb.
That first mighty blast drove her deep into the mattress, drawing every tendon in her body up tight as a drawn bow-searing, shattering her senses. She gasped and contracted her stomach with each convulsive release he shot into her, making her quake and shiver, head to toe with pure wonderment, astonishment and joy.
Then Siget held her and helped her achieve her orgasm, her first with a male. While the contractions in her vagina may not have been as violent as his, they filled her with a most delightful, voluptuous glow; soothing and refreshing, leaving her as serenely satisfied as she had ever seen before.
But the feeling didn't last for very long. As awareness returned to her and she remembered who he was, a terrible disgust filled her mind and her body-not only for him but for herself, to think that she had allowed herself to act the way she did toward him. Bad enough that he should have done such a terrible thing to her, but for her to have let herself go so completely, permitting herself to actually become a willing partner to his rape, made her thoroughly ashamed of herself.
Pushing him aside so that she could slide from beneath his intolerable weight, she got off the bed, grabbed up her negligee and hurried to the door.
"Hurry back, baby," she heard him call out to her as she opened the door and hurried out into the hallway. "I'll have the butcher put the bone back in the meat by the time you get here."
When she got to the bathroom, she locked the door, stepped under the shower and scrubbed his filth from every part of her body. She wished now that she had thought to bring along her clothes.
Because late as it might be, she would have left the house. She couldn't go back into her bedroom to get them. She knew what would happen if she did. So after she had finished showering, she made herself as comfortable as she could in the bathroom and stayed there for the remainder of the night.
It was morning before she finally returned to her room, careful to make sure he was gone before entering. She started to dress quickly. She didn't have the faintest idea where she'd go but she knew she couldn't stay here in this house with him, unless someone else was there with them.
She had just got into her bra and panties and was sitting on the edge of the bed fastening her garters to the tops of her stockings, when the door opened. Siget stood there in the yellow robe. Only this time, he didn't bother to close it and from where she was sitting, Nina could see his penis as big and menacing as it had been the night before.
"Good morning, darling," he said cheerily. "That wasn't very nice, locking yourself in the bathroom all night." He reached down and took hold of his erection. "Julius here cried for you all night long." He squeezed a tiny pearl-like tear from the meatus to show her. "See, he's still crying for you to take care of him"
"No, Siget!" Nina said tensely. "If you do-I mean it-I'll tell my father."
"You said you'd tell him anyway!"
"I'll-I'll forget about last night-but if you do it again-"
Siget grinned mockingly as he moved toward the bed. "You changed your mind once-maybe you'll change it again?"
"No, please, Siget...."
Her words and her threats were wasted on him as they were the night before. He pushed her backwards onto the bed and closed in on her half-naked form, and raped her a second time....
Whether or not she enjoyed it, mattered little to Nina. She knew it wasn't right to continue carrying on with someone like Siget. Not because he was her stepmother's brother. That mattered little because he was not a blood relative. But she just couldn't see herself continuing to have intercourse with someone she loathed, someone who made her flesh crawl even to be near. That's what made it so wrong in her eyes. That was simply lust. It made her just like her mother, doing it with just anyone to satisfy her own craving. She didn't want that. She didn't want him to touch her again....Not ever!
She thought of going to her father and telling him. But her father was so hard to talk to, had been ever since the first time he took Helen's part against her. There was no telling what he'd say, or do. Knowing her mother's weakness, he might even blame her for it happening. Certainly that argument would gain strength once Helen found out. And if her father did believe her, what then? It couldn't help but cause a breach between her father and Helen, because Helen had made it crystal clear that she believed her brother had been a victim of circumstances when he was sent to the reformatory, had spent all kinds of money trying to have the case squashed-without success. Helen believed that Siget could do no wrong and if it came to a showdown, there was no question in Nina's mind that Helen would stand by her broth er, which would mean another trial through the mire of a divorce court. Only this time, Nina would be smeared with the ugly brush because what Siget did to her would have to come out and it wasn't hard to imagine what a couple of divorce attorneys and the newspapers could do with a tasty morsel like that.
So, after carefully weighing all these things, Nina decided that the best thing for all concerned, would be for her to pack her bags and strike out for herself. Where she'd go, what she'd do, was of little importance to her at the moment. Paramount in her mind, was that she get out from under the unhappiness that was wearing her down.
It was more than the much-talked about generation gap that prompted her decision. In her case, it was a complete breakdown in communication, a failure of any of her family to even try to understand her, or consider that she was now eighteen years old and that she might have adult problems. As a matter-of-fact, she didn't really have a family and that's what she wanted most-a family who'd understand and love her-not the kind of sordid relationship she'd had with her so-called "uncle", but a love that would make her feel as if she belonged and were a part of something warm and wonderful.
Maybe some place out there on her own, she'd find the elusive something she was looking for, the love she had never received at home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nina's first thought when she left the big house that morning, while Siget was showering and before either her father or stepmother returned home, was Celeste. The Amazonian doctor had made no secret of the fact that she would like nothing better than to have Nina move in with her so that the girl could become her exclusive property.
From Celeste, Nina would receive all the love she was capable of handling, but again, it wasn't the kind of love she sought. It merely would have been satisfying her lust. Besides, it was much too close to home. Sooner or later, it would be discovered that she was living with Celeste and there'd be all kinds of hell to pay-especially if it could be proven that Celeste had seduced Nina before the girl was eighteen. Nina didn't want to get Celeste or anyone else in trouble, so she left without even telling the gynocologist that she was going.
If Nina's practical father did little else for her during the first eighteen years of her life, he at least saw her through high school and got her started on a business course at a commercial school. He had also taught her frugality. So that when it came time for her to leave, Nina had more than one thousand dollars in the savings bank, in her own name, enough for her to fly to California.
The main reason she chose Los Angeles was because it was about as far as she could get from New York and still stay on the mainland. Also, perhaps somewhere in the back of her mind, like most girls her age, she harbored a dream of becoming a big Hollywood movie star. Of course, she had no particular talent. She couldn't sing, she couldn't dance and she'd never acted in her life. But neither had a lot of other girls who'd made good in films. Maybe someone would discover her carrying a billboard, or sitting on a stool in a drug store or hopping cars in a drive-in-especially if she wore a short enough mini-skirt and revealing enough decolletage, or a sweater tight enough to show off her big breasts with no bra to restrain them from swaying back and forth? But she soon found out that a lot of other girls with boobs even bigger than hers, plus considerable talent, had the same idea and were growing saggy and shopworn, still waiting to be discovered.
Nina definitely did not want that to happen to her. She had no intention of letting herself deteriorate while waiting for something to happen. She intended to make it happen. So she quickly shelved the idea of trying to crack the movie game and went looking for a more legitimate, if a not so glamorous, job, so she could continue with her business course. What prompted this decision as much as anything else, was the fact that the thousand dollars she drew out of the bank in New York, had shrunk to alarmingly meagre proportions.
While her face and figure may not have brought any immediate offers from the movie studios, they brought her more than a substantial number of proposals from other sources. At the very first employment agency she visited, the man in charge, looked over her application, shook his head and said sadly, "It's going to be real rough, Miss Knox, trying to place a girl with no business experience."
Then as she sat across the desk from him, he took a more exacting look at her shapely silk-encased thighs and the way her sizes-too-small pink sweater clung to her luscious breasts and he suddenly "remembered" that he needed another girl right here in his office.
"If you think you can learn to file and type," he added.
"I'm sure I can, Mr. Ralston," she declared emphatically. "As a matter-of-fact, I plan to take an evening business course."
"That's fine," he said with approval. "Be prepared to start tomorrow morning."
So Nina became a member of his staff. Her first day in the office passed uneventfully as she went about learning the duties of filing applications, answering the telephone and hunt-and-pecking out routine office reports. The second day pretty much followed the pattern of the first and Nina started to consider herself lucky to have found a job so easily, even if it wasn't as exciting as she hoped for.
Then shortly before five o'clock on that second day, Ralston told her he had some reports to get out and asked her if she would like to work overtime for a few hours. She wondered why he didn't ask one of the other girls to stay, since every one of them could type a lot better than she.
"I figured you just starting to work and all, you might like to make the extra money," he explained.
She thanked him for being so considerate. "But look-better not let any of the other girls know," he whispered confidentially. "They might think I'm showing partiality and start resenting you."
Nina understood-or thought she understood, until after the office was closed and everyone else was gone, and she and Ralston had been working for about three quarters of an hour. Then as she was stretching across the desk, reaching some papers from the far side, she felt a hand high up on the back of her thigh where her mini-skirt had crept up. She was wearing panty hose but she could feel the sweaty heat of the hand through the sheer nylon and it gave her a strange start.
She straightened at once and turned to face Ralston, with a shy, admonishing look. He simply sat down behind the desk and went about his work as if nothing had happened. Until a few moments later, as she started to go by his chair, he reached up and grabbed her swiveling hips and pulled her down onto his lap. He had a throbbing erection that she could feel against her buttocks through the material of his trousers.
"Mr. Ralston-!" she exclaimed in a mildly shocked tone, as she struggled to try to get up.
Holding her in place on his lap with one hand, he put his free hand to Nina's right breast. His fingers spread wide in a futile attempt to enclose the bulbous mass of delightful flesh through her sweater. Nina responded with a sharp intake of breath.
"Stop!"
She could hear his labored breathing as he squeezed her swollen flesh like a melon tester.
"For two days you've been swinging these big knockers of yours in my face, wiggling your keester back and forth 'til you almost had me locking myself in the John, flogging my dummy...."
"I'm sorry-I didn't mean to."
"Being sorry's not enough," he retorted as he fingered her rigid nipples through the sweater. Then he dropped his hand to her thighs and began pushing up under her skirt as she tried to block his way with her two hands.
"Please, Mr. Ralston-I'm-I'm not that kind of girl!"
"You're all that kind of a girl once you get steamed up," he insisted as he broke through her guard and began his first caress over her gossamer built-in panties. It was the first time since that final morning with Siget in her bedroom that anyone had touched her down there and she was astounded to discover how susceptible she was. A few strokes of his hand over the right places and the crotch of her panty hose became warm-wet.
"Please don't," she kept begging him with a mounting helplessness, as she felt his hand stretch the elastic waistband of her panty hose and dip down inside. "Please-I don't want you."
He laughed mockingly, reminding her of Siget. Only he didn't have Siget's looks or his physique. As a matter-of-fact, he was rather short, fat, balding and even a little ugly. Still his fingers were exciting her because he knew exactly where and how to touch her.
"Nobody gets as wet as you are, sister, unless they want it real bad," he taunted.
"No."
"I said yes!" he insisted and worked his fingers faster in the flooded slit between her legs. "Besides-I hope you don't think I'm paying you ten bucks overtime just to mess up the files and peck away at the typewriter?"
A surge of guilt and shame coursed through her because she was making so little effort to resist what he was doing to her. What was wrong with her? Was she so weak, so easily aroused that she was a pushover for anyone-man or woman-who made a pass at her? Her arms dangling limply at her sides, she wasn't even attempting to discourage him by keeping her legs together. When he told her to stand up, she obeyed him without argument and let him pull down her panty hose and peel it off one leg.
As she continued to stand there with her back to him, she heard the metallic slide of his zipper as he opened his fly and took out his cock. It was odd, but she was experiencing none of the apprehension she knew that first tirae with Siget. In fact, she was surprised to find herself looking down at his exposed manhood with a curious fascination. While it might not have been as big as Siget's, it represented a considerable threat curving up out of his fly, its vermilion head shiny wet with desire.
Unceremoniously, he lifted her skirt in front and got a handful of the hot, sticky wetness from the reservoir between her legs, smearing the length of his shaft with the juice. He repeated the action several times, until his cock glistened like a greased pole. Then, holding her skirt up around her waist, he brought her "down to his lap again, carefully fitting his slippery tool between her buttocks as she descended.
She felt a sudden aversion. "What-what are you doing to me?"
"Going in the back way," he told her as he forced the bulging head of his penis into her tight anus. "I'm a respectable married man with a family. I can't afford to go around knocking up any of the girls who work for me. This way is safe, we both have our kicks and nobody gets hurt. No chance of you getting caught."
Nina protested feebly. But he paid no attention as he held her firmly and made her accept him-all of him. Head thrown back, teeth gritting, she endured the humiliation and pain he was causing her. This was the way animals did it, she thought.
"Lots of women don't go for it this way at first," he whispered close to her ear. "But you'll get to like it after a while."
"I never will!" she cried out, as she felt his hands pushing up the bottom of her sweater and unhooking her bra. He cupped her exposed breasts and squeezed them. She felt herself weakening, shivering with a strange pleasurable agony as to her surprise, she adjusted to his hardness.
As he continued to massage her breasts and pluck at her nipples with one hand, he let the other hand slide down over her belly and along the insides of her thighs. He found the tiny, agitated little knob up front between her parted labia and began rolling it around on his middle finger for a three-way thrill.
Nina couldn't ignore a fleeting thought. Suppose someone came in at this moment-one of the cleaning women, one of the special officers who patrolled the building, or even one of the staff who might be returning to the office for one reason or another? What would they possibly think, finding her in this undignified and degrading pose-sitting on his lap, facing the doorway, impaled on his rampant spike with her panties off, her legs upraised and spread wide apart, her breasts exposed and an expression on her face that she knew must be the picture of sexual depravity. Because that's how she felt as his fingers brought her to a jarring climax and a moment later he dropped his load in her.
What did sex do to her? How could it so easily change her from a normal, straight-thinking girl into an untamed, passion-mad, jungle cat?i-'-(ow could she possibly get even the semblance of enjoyment out of a man who was little more than a stranger to her, a man as debase and crude as he?
Nina pondered long and hard on the problem facing her, after she left the employment agency office that night. Should she go back there the next morning, or look for another job? With two day's pay, plus the ten dollars overtime due her, she decided to finish out the week, not because she wanted to work there any longer but she needed the money.
She was both surprised and pleased that when she returned to the office the next morning, Ralston gave not the slightest hint, either by word or act, that anything had happened between them the night before. It wasn't until Friday afternoon, shortly before she received her pay check for the week's work, that he finally got around to apologizing to her. Only it wasn't the kind of an apology she expected.
"I don't want you to think I didn't enjoy the other night, that you didn't give complete satisfaction," he whispered confidentially when they were alone. "That's not the reason, I haven't asked you to stay after work again. I got a very jealous wife.
She allows me to work overtime just one night a week. If I say I've got to work anymore than that, she right away gets suspicious and accuses me of playing footsie with one of the help, makes my life miserable." He made sure that no one could see, then he gave Nina's derriere a loving pat. "You keep this little thing warmed up for Daddy and we'll get together again one night next week."
She looked down at his hand on her rump and couldn't resist a sarcastic rejoiner. "You're just too good"iO me, Mr. Ralston!"
Then she took her pay check, cashed it and walked out of Ralston's office-and his life, forever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The week that Nina spent at the Ralston Employment Agency had not been entirely wasted. She remembered taking a call from a woman named Mrs. Morley who was looking for a girl to represent her lingerie firm in the Los Angeles area. When Nina relayed the call to Ralston, he was very courteous and he told the woman he'd try to find a girl to fit the bill. But when he hung up, he told Nina not to make out the usual card file. He said it was a straight commission job and he wasn't interested in anything like that.
"Too hard to collect your fee," he grumbled. "Too easy for the employer and the applicant to pull a fast one-so you never get your money. Forget about her."
But Nina didn't forget. She kept the woman's name and address in her mental file and now that she needed a job again, she took herself to see Mrs. Morley.
She found out that the firm Mrs. Morley represented was called the APHRODITE LINGERIE COMPANY, with a cubbyhole office located on one of downtown Los Angeles' older buildings. It appeared to be a "one-woman operation but as Mrs. Morley explained, "This is only our field office for the Los Angeles area. Our main offices and factory take up more than a city block in South Chicago."
While Nina'd had no previous professional sales experience, she had proven her ability at selling. When she was at high school, she always outsold the other students whether it was tickets for a dance, football games, or any other scholastic event During the brief period that she was a girl scout, she won a medal for selling more cookies than any other girl in the city. The gentleman who pinned the medal on her chest, slyly brushed a finger over one of her budding nipples and told her she had a bright future in selling.
Nina didn't tell Mrs. Morley that she found out about the job through the agency. She simply said that a friend told her. It was obvious that Mrs. Morley was more than a little impressed with Nina the moment she saw her walk into the office.
"A beautiful young girl like you should have no difficulty at all selling our merchandise," the woman enthused as she sat across her paper-strewn desk from Nina and asked a number of routine questions. Not questions that particularly had to do with sales. They dealt more with Nina's personal life.
Was she really over eighteen? Did she live at home? Did she keep in touch with her parents regularly? What were her ambitions? Did she have any particular talent? Was she married? Was she planning to get married? Did she have any steady boy friends? Would anything interfere with her working nights or leaving town, if she had to?
Apparently Nina answered all of Mrs. Morley's questions satisfactorily, because as soon as the "interview" was over, the woman showed Nina their line of merchandise. Included were dainty lace panties, abbreviated bras, sheer panty hose from wide-web fishnets to sheers.
Nina had to admit that every article the woman showed her was exquisite.
"Of course, none of our girls are required to do any door-to-door canvassing, or over-the-counter selling," Mrs. Morley carefully explained to Nina. "All of our customers are of long-standing and all of our advertising is word-of-mouth. So when you're sent out on a call, you're assured of a sale." She eyed the girl seated before her, intently. "Well, my dear, do you think you'd like to become an Aphrodite representative?"
It sounded real good, but Nina wanted a few more questions answered before giving a final answer. She didn't want a repeat of what happened with Mr. Ralston.
"Do girls have to model this lingerie when they make calls?"
Mrs. Morley smiled. "I'm afraid so, my dear. That's why we must have girls with lovely figures like yours. A prospective buyer must feel that she'll look just as glamorous in our lingerie as our representatives."
Nina swallowed. "Do-do you have to model in front of men?"
The woman chuckled amusedly. "Rarely, dear. We don't sell to wholesalers or to distributors. We sell directly to the customer and eliminate the middle man. Unless a husband just happens to be home, or some gentleman wishes to buy something for his wife or his lady friend, we rarely get a call from a man. When it does happen, you can rest assured, that we screen the man very carefully. So if that's what's worrying you, my dear-you can forget it."
With all questions answered to the satisfaction of both parties, it was agreed that Nina would become a sales representative for the Aphrodite Lingerie Company. At which point, Mrs. Morley reached for the phone on her desk and dialed a number from memory.
"I have a call you can make tonight," she told Nina.
Nina frowned. "But don't I have to be trained first? Receive some kind of instructions?"
Mrs. Morley looked up from the phone, while waiting for the connection to go through. "What's to learn about lingerie? You put it on and take if off every day of your life."
"But don't I have to know prices, what materials the various articles are made of? How they're made?"
The woman smiled tolerantly. "So I'll give you a price list and go over it with you. As far as materials are concerned, each item is clearly marked. As for how they're made, our customers know that Aphrodite stands for the very latest in style and design and the very best in craftsmanship." She interrupted herself to speak into the phone as her connection was made. "Hello, Priscilla darling Diana Morley here. I have a new girl here with me in my office. Her name is Nina Knox. A real doll ... of course, darling, Nina says she'll be only too happy to come and see you tonight. Eight o'clock? Wonderful, darling She'll be there."
After she hung up, Mrs. Morley told Nina only what she felt the girl needed to know about the woman. She said her name was Priscilla Durland, (Hat she was widowed and one of their wealthiest ar.d moM cherished customers.
"Sorrv: of our nfs claim to have found her a little on the eccentric side," Mrs. Morley thought Nina ought to know. "But she's really a darling person. And if she likes you and you're willing to overlook any small whims and requests she might make, you'll find her not only extremely generous, but in a position to do you a lot of good."
A few moments later when Mrs. Morley brought out a complete line of brand-new lingerie in Nina's size and suggested that she change into some of the undergarments right there in the office, Nina began to feel a little worried. But as Mrs. Morley explained, "I'd like to see what you look like in our merchandise, darling, and also we want to assure Mrs. Durland that our girls wear what they sell, if she asks you to model for her."
So with no small amount of apprehension, Nina stripped and put on a complete set of Aphrodite undergarments to show her new employer. Whatever fears Nina might have entertained concerning the older woman's possible homosexual interest in her, were quickly dispeled. Mrs. Morley did nothing more than sit back of her desk, "ohing and ahing" with due appreciation, admiration and considerable envy as she viewed Nina's breathtaking, big busted, young body.
"Mrs. Durland will love you, Nina darling," was Mrs. Morley's comment. Then as promised she went over the price list very carefully with Nina and explained whatever else she thought the girl should know.
* * *
At eight o'clock that night, Nina, sample kit in hand, had a taxicab drop her off in front of Priscilla Durland's picturesque home, located in Beverly Hills. Set back from the roadway behind a wall of heavy shrubbery, the big, white house had been built during the era of the silent movie stars, when the Fairbanks, the Lloyds and the Valentinos were ruling the roost. Apparently whoever placed the order for its construction, tried to bring a nostalgic touch of the Old South to the movie colony. With its tall white colonnades flanking the white stone steps that led up to the impressive-looking front entrance, Nina was sure she'd seen the big house at least a half-a-dozen times in Civil War movies.
As she climbed the stone steps and put a finger to the doorbell's cold nose, she couldn't help but feel a little in awe of the sumptuous surroundings. After a few seconds, the door opened. A tall, willowy woman with almost translucent white skin and long, silky black hair, almost too black to be her own color, stood before Nina.
Nina swallowed. "Mrs. Durland?"
The woman glanced at Nina's sample kit and smiled pleasantly but reservedly. "You're Nina, I presume-the young lady Mrs. Morley said would call?"
Nina nodded, as impressed with the woman's obvious wealth and aristocratic bearing as she was with the fabulous estate on which Priscilla Durland lived. Few people bothered to ask where her vast fortune came from but she was quick to tell everyone that the blood of the Pilgrim fathers flowed through her veins. Proud to relate the family legend that, during the Pilgrim's first landing one of her female ancestors missed her footing on the slippery surface of old Plymouth Rock, and dunked her butt in the waters of Plymouth Bay, thus acquiring the honor of being the first white female settler to bathe in the new country.
Of course, Nina knew none of this ancient history and was surprised to find that the woman to whom she'd come to sell her wares, wasn't older. The way Mrs. Morley spoke, Nina had expected to see someone at least forty or fifty. Priscilla Durland was far from that. At most she could have been thirty and looked like something right out of a fashion magazine.
Her cold, austere beauty was not softened by the severely tailored gold lame hostess gown she was wearing. A gown that must have cost a modest fortune, while a couple of fingers on each hand were weighted down with diamond and emerald rings.
"You're very punctual, my dear, a trait I admire a great deal," was the compliment Priscilla paid Nina in a voice thick with broad Bostonian a's as she invited the girl inside and closed the door behind her.
They crossed the spacious foyer under the critical gaze of Priscilla's grim-faced ancestors who stared down at them from gold-framed oils that adorned the mile-high walls and flanked the marble staircase that wound its way to the upper floors.
Priscilla led the way into the drawing room. Like everything else about the sprawling mansion, it was large and furnished in exquisite taste with the very best of everything. Mrs. Morley hadn't said so, but Nina Had rather expected that Priscilla Durland would be alone. She was surprised to see that there was another woman seated on the massive divan in the drawing room, nursing a tall, iced drink.
"Birdie, this is Nina Knox from Aphrodite," Priscilla said with the same austerity she maintained throughout. "Nina, Birdie Kaye."
Birdie smiled up pleasantly at Nina as Priscilla brought the girl forward, sample case in hand. Nina found the second woman to be about Priscilla's age, maybe a few years older? But her personality seemed so much warmer and friendlier. She, too, had dark hair although not nearly so black as Priscilla's. It was artfully frosted giving it a "pepper and salt look". She wasn't as tall or as slim as her friend. She had a trim figure tending toward roundness and breasts, though not as large as Nina's, certainly big enough.
Birdie was wearing a long, white silk tunic over slick slacks with an emerald green ascot tied loosely around her neck. From the thrust of her nipples through the white silk, she clearly had on no bra.
"We're both quite anxious to see what Mrs. Morley was so enthusiastic about," Priscilla said to Nina as she walked toward the portable bar at one side of the room. "We've been rather disappointed with what she's been sending us lately, haven't we, Birdie?"
"Very disappointed," Birdie agreed, frankly admiring Nina's shapely legs and delightfully proportioned figure.
"Would you care for a drink, Nina?" Priscilla asked politely, as she went around behind the bar. "A Martini, perhaps?"
Nina considered. This wasn't intended as a social call. She'd come here on business. But since both the women were drinking and she did so much want to make a favorable impression, she decided to be sociable.
"A Martini'll do just fine," Nina said.
Priscilla poured the fixings for a batch of Martinis into a large silver shaker and indicated a tray of hors d'ourves on a serving table, near the divan. "If you'd care for a snack."
Nina shook her head. "No thank you."
She was beginning to feel a little self conscious, the way Birdie kept staring at her over the rim of her glass, as she sipped her long drink. It was the same way that Celeste Sommers used to look at her when they were alone. She was glad when she saw Priscilla stop shaking the silver mixer, fill two long-stemmed glasses with its contents and bring the glasses forward. Nina took one of the glasses and held it in both hands.
Enough remained in Birdie's drink to propose a toast.
"Here's hoping that Mrs. Morley hasn't disappointed us again," she said and put her glass to her sensuous-looking red lips.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll both be very pleased with what I've got to show you," Nina promised.
"I have a feeling we will be," Priscilla said, as her gaze subtly appraised Nina, head to toe.
Self-consciously, Nina lifted her glass and without realizing it, drank most of its contents in one swallow. Only after it was down did she discover that it was practically 100% straight gin. She stifled the gagging effect it had on her and quickly set the glass down onto a coaster on the cocktail table.
"Now, if you'd like me to show what I brought with me?" Nina said as she placed her sample kit on a straight-backed chair in front of the two women.
CHAPTER NINE
Nina began showing some of the samples she'd brought with her with the same pride that the lady from Avon displays when she comes to call with her array of perfumes and beauty aids.
"Very interesting, Nina," Priscilla interrupted about halfway through the demonstration, as she arose and walked to the bar for the shaker and brought it back to the divan where she sat beside Birdie. "But you know as well as we, that it's very difficult to tell what lingerie is really like, unless you see it modeled by someone."
Nina began to feel a little warm. It might have been that gin she drank, or the thought of appearing before them in undergarments as flimsy as the samples she'd brought along. She felt even a little more apprehensive as she watched Priscilla lean forward and refill her glass. It was all so reminiscent of that first night she visited Celeste in her apartment.
She kept telling herself that it was just her imagination, that nothing like that could happen here-not with two well-bred, well-mannered, rich ladies like these. It was silly even to entertain such thoughts. She remembered Mrs. Morley telling her that some of the girls considered Priscilla Durland a little on the eccentric side, that she'd probably be asked to model some of the undergarments for the woman. The fact that she had expected Mrs. Durland to be alone and then found someone else with her was what probably unnerved her, she told herself.
Nina took a deep breath and asked, "Is there anything in particular you'd like me to model?"
Priscilla smiled the same polite, unemotional smile with which she greeted Nina at the front door. "You choose what you think is best."
Nina reached into the sample case and selected a couple of bras and panties that she herself preferred. Then she glanced around the big room. "Is there some place I can change?"
Priscilla's pretty but expressionless face registered its first hint of amusement. "Come now, Nina, surely if you hope to model lingerie, you can't be so bashful as to not disrobe in front of two members of your own sex?" She shook her head and sipped a little of her drink. "I'm sure Mrs. Morley wouldn't approve of anything like that."
The thinly veiled threat served its purpose. Nina wasn't about to have Priscilla Durland report her and maybe lose her job simply because she felt shy about taking off her clothes-not after what she'd gone through for a salary check from Mr. Ralston. But she needed a little Dutch courage, so she took her refilled glass from the cocktail table and emptied it. Then she reached the zipper at the back of her short-sleeved summery dress and opened it. She pushed the dress off her shoulders and down her arms to her waist. She saw the two women staring at" her tautly filled pink bra. Nina looked down at her white flesh swelling over the top of her bra. She giggled and discovered she was feeling giddy. She never should have taken that second Martini She should have remembered how alcohol had affected her that first night Celeste Sommers offered her some in her apartment.
As she continued to stand before them, she let her dress inch its way off her hips and drop to the floor around her feet as she did an uncoordinated hula. All she had on was her overflowing pink bra, her snug matching silk panties, white satin garter belt, sheer hose and flattering black heels.
"How lovely!" Priscilla exclaimed. "Are they Aphrodite models?"
"Yes, they are Mrs. Durland."
"Silk or synthetics?" Birdie wanted to know.
"Silk."
"Mind stepping over here for a moment, darling?" Birdie asked Nina. "I'm curious to see what the material is like."
Nina walked toward the divan a little unsteadily, halting in front of the two women. Birdie still holding her drink in her left hand, reached out with her right to finger the material of the panties at Nina's hip.
"It is silk," Birdie declared with mild surprise as she allowed her hand to subtly glide downward over Nina's bare thigh. "Lovely, darling. So soft and smooth."
Nina suffered some mild trepidation, not entirely sure whether Birdie was alluding to the panties or her flesh.
Priscilla interrupted. "I love the bra. Are the cups padded?"
"No, they're not," Nina replied.
Priscilla said she couldn't believe it and asked Nina to bend forward, causing Nina's big orbs to almost spill out of the abbreviated bra. The way Priscilla eyed her breasts made Nina's belly feel funny.
Priscilla extended a hand toward the bra. "Mind?"
Nina remembered what Mrs. Morley had said about Priscilla's generosity if a girl pleased her and complied with her requests. She smiled sweetly and tried to hide her tenseness as Priscilla's long, thin fingers traced the silky material of the bra, testing gently, lingering a moment on the already hardened nipples.
"Sit down for a moment, Nina darling, so we can talk," Priscilla said as she drew back her hand and she and Birdie cleared a place for her between them.
Nina considered a moment, looking from one woman to the other. She piouably had them ail wrong, they were probably just trying to be friendly, put her at her ease. So she accepted their invitation and sat between them.
Priscilla picked up the shaker and indicated Nina's glass. "Another round, Nina?"
Nina shook her head. Her brain felt fogged as it was. "No thank you. I've had my capacity."
"It's a wise child who knows that," Priscilla paraphrased as she refilled her glass and took a sip. Then she placed the glass on the table and draped a long arm around the divan, behind Nina.
Birdie for the moment, sat back in silence, nursing the same long drink.
"Birdie and I are well aware of how hard you girls have to work for a measly commission," Priscilla began. "We know how many sales you have to make before you can earn a living wage. That's why, when we find a girl who pleases us, we do everything we can to help her. Isn't that right, Birdie?"
The more shapely of the two women wagged her pretty head, as Nina felt Priscilla's arm leave the back of the divan and come down to rest on her shoulder; lingers toying with the bra strap.
"As a matter-of-fact, we can help place you where you won't have to sell lingerie, where you can make a considerable sum of money," Priscilla went on as she brushed the strap from Nina's left shoulder, the bra slipping down almost to the border of her wide, pink areola.
Nina made no attempt to adjust the bra. "What would Mrs. Morley say if I quit my job, before I even started?"
"Mrs. Morley will get her share all right," Priscilla said as her fingers roved the starting swell of Nina's left breast.
"She always does," Birdie tacked on as she placed her glass on the table and moved a little closer until her thigh pressed against Nina's.
Apprehension began building up in Nina again and she felt trapped between the two women. "What-what would I have to do?"
"Be nice and cooperate with us," Priscilla whispered.
"Cooperate how?"
"Let us make love to you," Priscilla said candidly as she brought her mouth down to plant a hot, wet kiss on Nina's bared right shoulder; her left hand dipping beneath the bra to enclose Nina's heavy lush white flesh, to find the pink nipples aroused.
"Please no." Nina protested as she squirmed between the two women but made no sincere effort to get up. Maybe it was the two martinis that caused her submissiveness, or maybe it was their promise to help her-place her where she could make a considerable sum of money? Because she could see now, even in the short time she'd been on her own, how very essential money could be. Without money, she'd have to go on accepting jobs like this one-selling lingerie on commission, or the one she had in the Ralston agency.
"There's no real harm in being made love to by a woman, darling," she heard Birdie say as she felt the woman's hand slowly stroking its way upward over her sheer stocking onto the satiny bare flesh of her thighs.
"No, I don't want you to." Nina cried out as Birdie's gentle hand slipped over her tense belly and then under her panties.
"Haven't you ever been made love to by a woman?" Priscilla whispered as she kissed her way along Nina's neck to her ear, her left hand inside Nina's bra, continuing to touch the quivering breasts with an accomplished artistry. She plucked and massaged and toyed with the points until Nina began to shiver and pant in contradiction to her feeble protests.
"It's much more intense than being made love to by a man," was Birdie's contribution as her hand moved lower, to the center, between Nina's legs--- Nina's thighs jumped as Birdie found her clitoris with her middle finger. "Oh...."
The hands on her breasts, the finger in her vulva were going to drive her crazy! They were both so gentle, so knowing, so very proficient. There was no rude grabbing or squeezing, no furtive hurrying. In the fashion of true lesbianism, they took their time with the desirable subject between them bringing her slowly but surely under their homosexual spell.
Somewhere along the line, Nina wasn't quite sure just when, they took off her panties and bra and left her wearing only her white garter belt and sheer hose. Suddenly, perhaps more a reflex than anything else, Nina cried out, "I've got to go to the bathroom!"
On the other hand, it might have been her subconscious at work. Maybe before she let them go all the way with her, even in her liquor-fogged brain she wanted to find out exactly what it was they promised to do to help her?
"Of course," was Priscilla's reply to Nina's rather unexpected outcry, as she arose from the divan. "I'll show you the way. As a matter-of-fact, we'll all go upstairs. It's so much more comfortable and intimate up there."
Nina stood up. She was a lot groggier than she had realized and Priscilla had to put a quick arm around her waist to steady her, as she and Birdie led her toward the doorway that opened into the foyer.
Nina suddenly felt embarrassed being the only one naked, except for her garter belt and stockings and heels. "Let me put on my things...."
"Don't be silly, darling," Priscilla said. "There's no one to see you except Birdie and I."!
Nina knew it was pointless to argue. Besides, she really did have to go to the bathroom. She guessed her kidneys just couldn't take much gin....
CHAPTER TEN
When they got upstairs, Priscilla opened the bathroom door that adjoined the master bedroom. The bedroom itself, looked like something Queen Victoria or some other member of the royal family might have occupied during that period. Floor to ceiling, the walls were mirrored, deep-knap white carpeting on the floor, while the canopied bed and the rest of the exquisite, hand-carved furniture was antiqued white-and-gold. Reaching inside the bathroom, Priscilla turned on the light.
Nina went in and closed the door. She stood before the wall mirror and looked at her reflection. Her big, white breasts, slim waist and shapely thighs with the abundant curly black hair covering her veneris did make her look awfully sexy. Her vagina still tingled where Birdie's finger had been.
In spite of the drinks Nina kept wondering what the night ahead held for her. But strangely enough she was more concerned about what they had planned for her future. She splashed cold water on her face. It didn't help her dizziness.
When Nina came out a few minutes later, wrapped in a huge bath towel, she found Birdie alone, sitting on the" bed. Birdie had removed her white silk tunic and black slacks and except for the green ascot still tied around her neck, she was naked and made no attempt to hide it. Admittedly Birdie had a lovely body, well cushioned with breasts that were round and weighty and delight fully shaped. Surprisingly, however, her veneris was only sparsely covered, but it in no way took away from her overall attractiveness.
She saw Nina looking around for Priscilla and said, "Pris went downstairs to get the tray of hors d'oeurves and shaker for later." She indicated a place on the bed beside her. "Come and sit down and wait for her-and for heaven's sake, get rid of that silly towel."
Nina did neither, as Priscilla came into the room at that moment with the tray and the silver shaker of martinis. She was still wearing her housecoat. She set the tray and shaker down on one of the small tables near the bed and walked over to where Nina was standing near the bathroom door. She grabbed at the towel still wrapped around Nina and said, "We can't have any of this nonsense, darling."
"That's what I told her," Birdie said from the bed.
Priscilla smiled understandingly. "If it'll make you feel any more comfortable, my dear...."
As she spoke the woman reached the talon of her zipper and pulled it all the way down past her waist. A few wiggles of her shoulders and the housecoat slid down her arms and body to the floor. As Nina had guessed, she hadn't a stitch on underneath-not even a pair of panties.
Nina stared at her almost with disbelief, that this unemotional, dignified-looking woman could be so blase about standing there naked before her. Although she wasn't curvaceous, she was built more along the lines of a fashionably thin model, ribs showing. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, and what there was of them seemed to be almost all aureolas and nipples. Yet for all her thinness, there was an undeniable sexiness about her body. A definite appeal to the senses.
Once her housecoat was off, Priscilla got Nina to shed the towel very quickly, then hurried her to the bed and pushed her down onto it. Before she submitted to them, Nina made one last attempt to get them to tell her what kind of a job they were going to help her get, what she'd have to do to earn all the money they promised.
"Oh no, we first want to see how you cooperate with us," Priscilla told her, as with Birdie's help, she pinioned Nina to her back on the bed and hovered over her. "You are going to be nice and do as we say and let us do anything we want to do to you, aren't you?"
Nina looked up at them, feeling weak and helpless; her curiosity now more aroused than ever. Slowly she wagged her head and with little shivers of anticipation knifing through her tummy, she murmured, "Um huh."
They let Nina get up and the three of them knelt on the bed facing each other, touching one another's private parts. Then it turned into a wrestling match-two against one, as the two women pounced on Nina and rolled with her all over the bed. Giggling and laughing and screaming, they twisted Nina's supple limbs and body into all sorts of contortions. All the gentleness and consideration they'd shown her downstairs was gone now, as they lost all sensitivity as to where and how they grabbed her. What shocked Nina even more than some of the things they did to her, was the way they spoke. These two dignified, so very respectable-looking women suddenly had been trans formed into sex-crazed lesbos, using profanities she'd expect to hear only at stag shows. This was especially true of the heretofore austere Priscilla Durland!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Nina opened her eyes early the next morning, she was surprised to find herself alone in the big bed with Priscilla, who had kissed her awake. Nina looked around for Birdie, inquiringly.
Priscilla smiled. "She's gone, darling. Had to go home to her husband."
Nina was amazed. "Husband? You mean-she's married?"
"Rather happily, I might add. Just happens that Birdie's bisexual and when an opportunity like last night comes along-well, she very seldom passes it up."
Later at the breakfast table, Priscilla asked, "Do you feel up to a nice long ride today?"
Nina frowned. "A ride where?"
"To your new job."
"But you still haven't told me what kind of a job it is?"
"I want you to be surprised, darling-and I'm sure you will be ... very pleasantly surprised. Because as I told you last night, it will not only pay you considerably more than you could ever hope to earn selling lingerie, but you'll find it a lot more fun and you'll meet exciting, new people."
"Men?" Nina asked dubiously.
Priscilla studied her intently. "You don't like men.
"I like them well enough, I guess. I've just never become really involved with one."
Priscilla smiled wisely. "You became enough involved to have lost your virginity, darling." She saw Nina's look of surprise and quickly added, "Birdie proved last night that you're no longer a virgin, when she used the dildo on you. And from the way you reacted to the dildo, I'd say you must rather enjoy intercourse with a man."
Nina tightened indignantly. She didn't appreciate the direction toward which the conversation was heading, especially across the breakfast table. She dropped her eyes and began stabbing at her grapefruit with a spoon.
Priscilla found Nina's reaction amusing but she didn't pursue the subject. Instead she said, "Yes, darling, there'll be both men and women, where you're going to work."
Nina took the conversation even farther afield by asking, "What about Mrs. Morley? What will she say about me not coming back to work for her?"
"Mrs. Morley had a pretty good idea, when she sent you here last night, that you wouldn't be back."
"You mean this same thing happens to every girl she sends to see you?"
"Good heavens, no, Nina darling. What kind of an impression have I given you? My taste is very discriminating. Some of the girls she sent here, I wouldn't even invite inside my home-let alone share my bed. No, darling, you happen to be one of the rare ones and if the job you're going to wasn't so important, I'd be awfully tempted to invite you to stay right here with me for a while."
Nina couldn't help but be flattered by Priscilla's words and in spite of what happened last night, ihc had no reason to doubt the woman's glowing promises about the job she was going to and the money she'd be able to make.
"To say nothing of the opportunities of meeting a wealthy husband," Priscilla added.
Yes, Nina had gone much too far to turn back now. No matter what, she was determined to see it through to the end. Because after what she'd experienced last night, she felt sure she could cope with any situation that might arise. But when it got down to specifics, Priscilla always steered off course with the same answer: "I want you to be surprised-pleasantly surprised-and you will be, I promise."
The first of these surprises came when Priscilla told her she could keep all the lovely undergarments in the sample kit.
"I'll send Mrs. Morley a check for them," Priscilla said. Then she took Nina on a tour of some of the smartest shops in Beverly Hills, and bought her several stunning evening gowns with all the necessary accessories to go with them.
"You'll need them for your glamorous new job," Priscilla said, adding more fuel to Nina's ever-mounting curiosity and anxiety. Yet satisfying her to the extent that she guessed it must be a pretty nice place she was going to, if it warranted wearing such lovely clothes.
Something else Priscilla bought and into which they changed before they left the shop, was a comfortable sweater-capri set for herself and for Nina.
It was well past noon by the time they ended their shopping spree and Priscilla felt that Nina had all the things she'd require. They stopped for lunch at a quiet little restaurant in Hollywood. Then they got into Priscilla's shiny new Thunderbird and with Nina's new wardrobe stowed away in the trunk, they became a part of the flow of traffic moving eastward along Hollywood Freeway.
It wasn't until they reached Highway 15 and passed through places like Cajon, Victorville and Barstow and Nina saw a number of signposts pointing the way to Las Vegas, that she guessed it must be where Priscilla was taking her. At Baker, in the heart of the Mojave, with the temperature boiling the mercury at better than 125 degrees, they stopped for gas and water. Here, they left Highway 127, following an arrow that pointed the way to Death Valley.
Even though the T-bird was equipped with air-conditioning, Nina could almost feel the withering heat outside, as she stared through the windows and watched it rise in shimmering waves from the wind, and time-sculptured sand dunes that stretched for endless miles in every direction. She wondered how anyone or anything could exist in this wasteland.
It seemed they rode for an eternity, before Priscilla turned off the main road and followed a much narrower side road that appeared to lead to nowhere over the parched dunes. They hadn't passed or even heard a car for hours and if possible, it seemed to have grown degrees hotter, even though the sun would be going down very shortly.
At this point. Nina had absolutely no idea where she was. or where Priscilla might be taking her. Nor could she begin to conceive how the woman could distinguish one glarey dune, one prickly Joshua, ore spiky ucca, one flaming Octoillo or one needle-point cactus from the other.
Because in places the road had been almost comi pletely obliterated through the shifting sands. By now Nina couldn't even tell in which direction they were travelling.
And then ... all at once, directly ahead of them loomed what looked like a fortress that had suddenly sprung up out of the sand. So skillfully was it camouflauged to blend in with the surroundings of the Sahara-like dunes that Nina thought at ; first, it was a mirage. But Priscilla assured her it was not.
"This place has a very romantic history that dates all the way back to the impressive-looking, hand-wrought gates in the high" adobe wall that encircled the property. "Served as a fort commissioned by the Army in its war against the Indians."
As they neared the big gates, Nina could see the warning signs on the wall: "Private property. No tresspassing. Violaters will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
Even before Priscilla brought the car to a halt at the big gates, Nina saw a guard step from a small cubicle off to one side of the entrance. She was sure the cubicle must have been air-cooled. She couldn't imagine how any human being could withstand the oppressive rays of the sun that bore down relentlessly, turning the sand white-hot.
He was a giant of a man standing at least six-feet-four, or five. His face, bronzed by the desert sun and wind, had a little bit too much jaw to be really handsome, while he himself looked as if he'd just stepped from the pages of the ARABIAN NIGHTS. A conical leather cap set upon his head, circled by bands of cloth resembling a turban and adding several more inches to his height. He wore an ornate vest-like coat of bright cloth, opened to the waist in front to show his massive bared chest as copper-colored as his face. The rest of his costume consisted of blue and yellow striped baggy trousers, gathered in at the ankles and slippers with turned-up, pointed toes.
He took one look at the license number of Priscilla's T-bird and recognized her through the bug-splattered windshield. He salaamed as he might before his master then hurried into his cubicle, pressed one in a row of buttons on a panel and the gates swung open electronically.
Priscilla smiled her thanks as she drove through the yawning gates. Then as they closed behind them, Nina couldn't resist turning on the front seat of the car and glancing back for another look at the colorful giant who'd let them in. He was standing in the doorway of the cubicle with what looked like a high-powered rifle nearby. Nina couldn't tell for sure from the distance, but she thought he was looking after her with an expression that could have been concern.
Priscilla glimpsed Nina out of the comer of her eye and remarked, "He's quite a man, isn't he?"
Without realizing, Nina said, "Yes."
Priscilla smiled wisely. "There's not a girl comes through those gates who isn't impressed with him-only to be terribly disillusioned later on.
"What do you mean?"
Priscilla's smile vanished and she replied, "It's not important, darling. So many exciting things are about to happen for you, you'll forget he even exists."
As Nina turned front, she saw the group of buildings straight ahead through the windshield, toward which Priscilla was diV.ing. A colorful and artistic blending of Indian Moslem and Persian architecture; some with graceful domes, arches and minarets, others that looked like columned palaces richly decorated in stucco.
For Nina it was as by some incredible feat of magic, they had been transported to some distant foreign land, in some other era. Nothing here inside the high adobe walls seemed quite real, making it impossible for Nina to believe that they could still be somewhere in the middle of the scorching desert. How big the grounds were, Nina didn't even venture a guess. She was too amazed to find that everywhere there was vegetation; trees and shrubs and flowers peculiar even to the western world, let along growing here in this arid wasteland. Deodars and magnolia trees were conspicuously abundant, while a veritable sea of rhododendrums, and rare orchids grew at each side of the driveway.
What further puzzled Nina was that despite the fact that all this greenery made it degrees cooler here inside the enclosure, since leaving the guard at the front gate, she had seen no sign of any other human life. There were so many questions that Nina wanted to ask the woman beside her on the front seat of the car. But again, she knew that she'd receive no proper answer. Besides, they were at the main building now and she was sure that very soon the entire mystery would be all cleared up.
"Someone will come out and get your things, darling," Priscilla said as she opened the car door and got out.
At least it was a comforting thought for Nina to know there was someone here besides themselves and that giant at the front gate. So she got out of the car and followed Priscilla along the walk to the front entrance of the biggest in the group of buildings-a structure as imposing as the Taj Mahal. Above the door Nina saw a legend in ancient Sanskrit, which Priscilla interpreted to read: THE SULTAN'S PALACE.
They opened the door and entered. Nina found it to be all that the name implied; the Moslem-Persian-Oriental theme carrying over inside in breathtaking splendor. The floors were covered with rich rugs, the walls adorned with brilliant frescoes and miniature paintings stressing intense colors and economy of line. The furnishings, while following a distinct eastern motif, offered all the comforts and styling of the modern west. Everything made for a masterpiece in cultural blendings.
However, at the moment, Nina was far too taken up with the people she saw in what looked like the lobby of a fashionable Far Eastern hotel. Women seemed to outnumber males two or three to one. All but a few of the girls were young and very pretty. And most of them were dressed like ladies of a harem, sans veils, with baggy trousers drawn in at the ankles like the giant wore at the front gate. Only theirs were made of brightly colored transparent silk or nylon with plunging waistlines, cut so low in front as to expose their entire pubic hair to keep it from showing. Although some of the more brazen didn't bother and wisps of their hair could be seen curling out. Most of the girls wore scanty bras made of the same material as their silken trousers but again some of them were naked from the waist up.
As for the men, some of them wore conventional modern sports clothes. But others preferred the more exotic dress of far east "jamas" that were long sleeved coats reaching to the knees or below and belted with a sash, and wide trousers called "isars". A few even wore turbans to round out their costumes-even though there probably wasn't an Oriental among them.
As soon as the man in a full-skirted, buttondown-the-front, white cotton coat spied Priscilla and Nina standing just inside the doorway, he came forward. He wore jodphur-style trousers and on his head, a gaily colored turban. Like the guard at the front gate, he bowed obsequiously and kissed the backs of the fingers of Priscilla's outstretched hand. By the way the woman reacted, it was obvious she enjoyed such attention.
It wasn't until he straightened that Nina got a really good look at him. He wasn't a very big man, not much taller than she; olive-complexioned with black hair and violet-black eyes. By his delicate features, posturing movements and slight lisp, there was little doubt in Nina's mind that he was a first degree fruit.
"This is Nina Knox," Priscilla said to him by way of introduction. Then to Nina, "Darling, I'd like you to meet Florian Valentine. Florian is in charge here. The absolute monarch."
Florian smiled graciously and turned his gaze on Nina, appraising her well-filled sweater critically. "She's the new girl you said you were bringing?"
Priscilla nodded.
Florian's praise of Nina was unrestrained. "Lovely. Very lovely."
There was something in his eyes that made her strangely uneasy; something evil and hypnotic.
"Welcome to the Sultan's Palace, Nina darling," she heard him lisp with a flourish of enthusiasm that only a fag could muster. Then he bowed graciously again and kissed the hand he was still holding, wetting the backs of her fingers with his wet, sensuous lips. "I know you'll be more than happy here, same as all our girls are." He saw the bewildered look on Nina's face and glanced at Priscilla. "You've told her nothing?"
"Nothing...."
He clapped his delicate hands together sharply and a huge, matronly-looking woman stepped forward. Florian introduced her to Nina as Maida.
Nina guessed she must be of Scandanavian extraction because she was a natural blonde, with shoulder length hair that she wore pulled back into a tight bun behind her left ear. She was built along the lines of a Swedish masseuse with broad shoulders and meaty arms and thighs that the belly dancer outfit she was wearing couldn't even begin to hide. Unlike most of the girls who wore skimpy bras or none at all, Maida had on a sort of chemise that hung to about her waist and clearly out-lined her pendulous breasts that very conservatively must have stretched the tape at 40-plus.
"Maida is the Kyahya Kadini here at the Sultan's Palace, darling," Florian explained to Nina. "That means female superintendent, or chief woman. You run along with her now and she'll show you to your quarters-and I'm sure will be pleased to explain anything you'd like to know."
Without uttering a word, Maida took hold of Nina's arm to escort her away. But Nina held back a moment to frown at Priscilla, questioningly.
Priscilla smiled disarmingly. "It's perfectly all right, Nina. As Florian said, you go along with Maida. You'll be in good hands. And I probably won't see you again until my next visit."
Nina's frown darkened. "Next visit?"
"That's right," Priscilla explained briefly. "I'll be leaving for home first thing in the morning before the sun gets too high and there isn't much chance I'll get to see you before I leave. You'll be kept rather busy for the rest of the day and I have a number of things to take care of myself."
Nina didn't see Maida's faint smile.
"As I told you before, darling," Priscilla continued, "I know how very happy you're going to be here and that you're going to make me very proud of you."
She leaned to Nina to kiss the girl flush on the lips. Then without further words, she took Florian's waiting arm and walked away with the faggot, leaving Nina alone with Maida to start unravelling the mystery of her new home.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The room to which Maida took Nina was about the size of an ordinary hotel room. But there the resemblance ended. No hotel room in the entire world was furnished like this one. Everything from the carpeting to the drapes to the last piece of furniture was rich and costly and selected to appeal to the senses-even to the black silk sheets and pillowcases on the king-sized bed. Nina had never seen a room quite like this one before with its mirrored walls and ceiling that showed a hundred and one, never-ending reflections of herself at the same time.
"I'll draw a tub for you," Maida said after she closed the door and gave Nina a few moments to get acclimated. "You get your things off."
As she started to move toward the adjoining bathroom, Maida caught a glimpse of the apprehension in Nina's face. She sighed wearily and turned to face Nina across the room.
"Look, you'd better make it easy on yourself by getting a few things straight from the start," she told Nina in a booming voice that fitted her power-packed figure, perfectly. "One of them is that you're going to be asked to take your clothes off here-very often."
Nina frowned worriedly. "Take my clothes off?"
"In front of anybody and everybody."
"This isn't a-a-?"
"Cat house?" Maida finished. Then she shook her head and explained in language that seemed not at all strange to her, "No, this isn't a cat house. In a cat house, a customer pays his two, five, ten, or maybe even twenty-five bucks ... has his lay ... and then walks out. In a cat house, the clientele most of the time is one hundred per cent male. People who come here are of all sexes-male, female and a little bit of both."
"But what sort of a place is it?" Maida smiled evasively. "Exactly what Florian told you it was-the Sultan's Palace." Before Nina could pose any further questions, Maida continued on into the bathroom, adding quickly, "C'mon, get your things off, we can talk after you're in the tub."
Whether it was the authority in the woman's voice, or because by this time Nina was so keyed up that she'd do almost anything to have her questions answered, she began to undress without further delay. She first kicked off her shoes then unsnapped her stockings and finally removed her dress.
She could hear Maida adjusting the water to the right temperature as the tub started to fill up. She took off her garter belt, then clad only in bra and panties, she minced to the doorway of the bathroom. She guessed it was the biggest bathroom she'd ever seen in her life, done in orchid and black tile. She saw that Maida had removed her chemise and was on both knees on the floor, testing the water in the huge sunken tub with her hand. It wouldn't have taken much for her to have done the testing with the big nipples of her enormous breasts dangling only a few inches above the water.
Maida turned and looked up at Nina over her shoulder. "Okay, get the rest of your things off and climb in. Water's perfect." When Nina hesitated, she snapped, "For Chrissakes, I see naked females twenty-four hours a day in this place. Just what the hell do you think you got inside that bra and those panties that's any different than they got." Impatiently, "Now get 'em off, or I'll take 'em off for you."
That threat did it. Nina could just imagine what it would be like to have those big hands of Maida's tearing her clothes off. So the bra and the panties came off and Nina stood before the woman superintendent without a stitch on.
It may have been true that Maida saw nude females all day long and that Nina had nothing that they didn't have. But she guessed what she had must have been put together a lot differently, because she was sure Maida didn't look at every girl as lustfully as she was staring at her.
"Where the hell did Lady Durland find you?" Maida exclaimed, unable to hide her admiration for Nina's flawlessly formed, full-breasted body, as she climbed to her feet, still staring.
Nina told the woman briefly, as she caught herself self-consciously trying to hide her breasts with one hand, her furry veneris with the other.
Maida laughed flatly. "I thought they tied the can to that Morley bag long ago. That lingerie gag of hers hasn't turned up anything but dogs in months-until you. Looks like you'll put her right back in the morning" She took another look at Nina, then held out a hand. "Let's go, cutie. I'll help you into the tub."
As she accepted Maida's hand and stepped down into the warm water, Nina was reminded of the tub in Celeste Sommers' apartment. It was small by comparison to this one. As she sat down in the tub, the waterline rose to about her nipples, her breasts floating out in front of her on the surface of the water like two buoyant white balloons.
She took a moment to get used to the temperature of the water then turned to look up at Maida, who was removing the last of her clothing.
"What-what are you going to do?" Nina gasped.
Maida smiled complacently. "Get in there with you. I want to make sure you get good and clean-while we have our little talk together and I tell you all about the Sultan's Palace and how it got that way."
When she was naked, Maida paused a moment at the side of the tub and Nina stared up at her. The mere sight of the woman standing there, towering above her like a white, shapeless female wrestler, caused Nina mild panic. Her legs were like huge marble pillars flowing into wide strong hips. Between them was an abundance of blonde hair that covered most of her more than generous veneris. The hair was not as light as the hair atop her head, but coarser and thicker and tightly curled. She had a noticeable rubber tire of white flesh around her waist and her belly was of considerable size. Now that she was nude, her breasts seemed even more enormous with huge nipples that looked like shriveled brown prunes.
When she got into the tub and sat behind Nina, one of her fleshy legs at each of the girl, she caused the water line to rise and almost completely covered Nina's breast. Reaching soap and washcloth that were floating atop the water, Maida rubbed up a good lather and began to apply it to Nina's back and shoulders and neck, well up into the hairline.
"Just relax, darling, and let's talk," she whispered softly. "What's bugging you most of all? What mostly do you want to know."
"Everything," Nina replied. "I want to know what kind of place this really is. Why Priscilla kept telling me I'd be able to make so much money here, have so much fun? What's expected of me, that'll make me so happy?"
"All the things she told you are true," Maida confirmed. "That is, if you want to make them come true. It depends on whether you want to do the things asked of you, willingly or not."
"Do what things?" Nina insisted.
As she continued to maneuver the washcloth over Nina's body, Maida took all the time possible, telling Nina all the things she felt the girl ought to know. From the time it had been a fort abandoned by the Army to the present.
Miles from any hint of civilization, its roads covered over by half-a-century of sane), it stood there like a grim ghost of the past, ravaged by the elements, forgotten by time, she told Nina, until several years ago, a small group of prospective investors, that included Priscilla Durland, listened to the dream of Florian Valentine. A dream that he promised would make all of them considerably more wealthy. A dream that he made come true on all counts.
The very first thing he did with the money he secured from his enthusiastic investors, was to tear down the walls of decayed hickory logs laced together with strips of rawhide that had once served as a protection from the Indians. In its place he put up a high wall of adobe brick, to keep out intruders who could prove to be a lot more dangerous than any red man. Then by truck and plane and every other conceivable means of transportation he had exotic trees, shrubs and flowering plants brought across the desert from as far away as Persia, Turkey and the Himalayas.
An architect of some reknown on his own, Florian drew up his own plans for the buildings to be erected inside the enclosure, following loosely the Moslem and Persian styles of architecture. Then with the best craftsmen available he constructed his buildings and furnished them to a Sultan's taste. Finally when his dream was completed, he had transformed what had been an eyesore in the desert into a veritable paradise. A hideaway virtually impossible for any but the most experienced traveler to reach by car and artfully camouflaged so that it could not be detected from the air, even if it hadn't been miles off any regular air route.
"How do people get here?" was the logical question Nina asked.
"By plane," Maida replied working the washcloth forward to scrub Nina's tummy before venturing upward to her breasts, or downward over her crotch. "Special flights are scheduled every Monday and every Saturday out of Los Angeles. Anyone who wants to come here has to make flight connections from there. And even then, accommodations are limited to only very special people."
"And what exactly is that?" Nina was bursting to know.
"Each Monday of each week in the year, five or six or occasionally as many as sever, people are offered the opportunity to live as Sultans. For five days they're given their own 'palace' with servants to serve them rare wines and delicacies from around the world, to wait on them hand and foot, twenty four hours each day-and of course, each 'Sultan' is allowed his own harem of as many wives as he might choose, or can afford. Then on Friday his reign ends and he returns to his commonplace everyday world."
Nina didn't ask what happened on Saturday and Sunday and Maida made no effort to volunteer the information. That was the piece d'resistance for Nina to learn when Saturday night came.
"And-and that's why I'm here-to become one of the Sultan's wives? A part of a harem?" Nina asked, a little horrified at the thought.
Maida smiled divertingly. "Darling, after you've been here a short while, you'll find out that it's quite an honor to be selected for one of the harems. The girls go to great lengths to be chosen. Not only because it flatters their ego and gives them added prestige with the other girls. But it's very rare that a Sultan doesn't reward his wives very generously for their favors before he packs up and leaves. Because only a very wealthy man can afford the luxury of these five days as a potentate."
Maybe it was the awareness of Maida's bold hands on her breasts that suddenly brought home the full impact of what the oversized blonde had told her, made her realize what a terrible situation of debauchery and degradation, she had allowed herself to be sucked into. Charge it to inexperience, naivete or just plain, simple trust. But Nina never would have believed that a woman like Priscilla Durland could be involved in anything so perverted as this. What she and Birdie did to her was something entirely different. That was done solely to satisfy their lesbian, or their bisexual pleasures. But to be a part of a place like this! nothing more than a high priced brothel, a whorehouse with a fancy nameShe made a move to get up out of the tub. But Maida grabbed her and pulled her back into the water.
"Where do you think you're going?" the woman demanded.
"I want to see Mrs. Durland!" Nina cried out. "I want out of this place!"
Maida laughed harshly. "You've got a fat chance of doing either."
Nina could almost feel the color drain from her face, a terrible weakness in her stomach. "What do you mean?"
"Lady Durland's busy in one of the other buildings at the far side of the court."
"I still want to see her. I want to talk to her."
Maida shook her blonde head. "She wouldn't like that."
"Why not?"
"She's with a couple of her favorite girls being bathed and getting ready for a big night with them."
"I don't believe you!"
Maida shrugged. "That's up to you. But that's exactly what's happening."
Nina allowed herself a moment of logic. Remembering what happened last night, plus the mere fact that Priscilla had brought her to a place like this certainly added credence to what Maida was saying. Which meant if it were true, she had allowed Priscilla to trick her, he to her.
She took a tight grip on her emotions and made another attempt to get up. "Please let me go- "You've got to be kidding," Maida retorted and held Nina tightly as the girl began to struggle.
"What-what are you going to do?" Nina asked fearfully.
"Take care of you," the blonde behemoth answered as her hands ended all pretense and subtlty; one of them clutching at Nina's breasts and shaking them, the other hand trying to force its way between the girl's tightly clenched thighs.
The mere thought of making love with his hulking mass of flesh turned Nina's stomach. But the more she struggled, the harder Maida's finger tightened on her breasts and she had to bite hard on her lips to keep from screaming aloud.
"Open your legs and play nice," Maida snapped as the hand on the boobs grew tighter.
There was nothing Nina could do but obey. Beneath the water she could see Maida's hand, the biggest hand she ever saw on a woman, dive between her thighs. The fingers fat around as a man's penis began probing the depths of the pink cove hidden in the thick foliage that waved like so much black seaweed between her wide-spread legs.
As much as the woman repulsed her, Nina could feel the huge phallus-like fingers exciting her. Her struggles began to lessen as pleasure took control of her senses. She hadn't been aware that Maida had pulled the plug until the tub was almost empty of water. At that point, Maida turned her around so that Nina lay on her back on the smooth, moist, bottom of the tub. Then as if she weighed no more than a feather, Maida slid a hand under the girl's buttocks and effortlessly lifted Nina's raw, open vagina to her mouth. She savored the rubbery wet flesh then pushed her tongue into the girl's sex and lapped and sucked Nina to a violent, strength-sapping orgasm....
When it was over, Maida dried Nina and herself off with the same towel, then she picked Nina up in her arms and carried her into the adjoining room as she would a small child. She pulled back the covers and placed Nina on the delightfully soft, cool, black silk covers and then lay beside her.
"Now it's my turn," Maida said as she sprawled out on her back and spread apart her legs and arms.
Nina lifted herself to look down at the woman. She appeared twice as big as she really was, lying there, with her fat spread out like so much melting lard against the black sheet.
"Do me-" Maida breathed.
Nina felt as if she were going to vomit. "No ... please ... don't make me."
Maida's eyes narrowed as she looked up at Nina. "Look-if you've got the sense I think you have, you'll play it smart. I can be a good friend and do you a lot of good around here-or I can dislike you and make your life here a living hell. It's up to you." She stretched her fat thighs wider, offering up the huge, wet, fleshy lips between them, invitingly. "All you gotta do is show me a good time...."
A wave of revulsion swept over Nina. "No ... I couldn't...."
She started to scramble off the bed but Maida caught her leg, dragged her back and slammed her down on her back on the bed. She hovered over Nina like a mountain of white blubber, her ponderous breasts hanging down like so much suet. Reflecting in the mirror over them, her flesh seemed to overflow the room.
"You want it the hard way," she panted. "Okay, that's how you're gonna get it!"
The next moment she was straddling the smaller, weaker girl with her crotch only inches above Nina's face. For Nina, it was like looking up at a giant clam about to devour her.
With deliberate slowness, Maida lowered herself so that her buttocks and her wet, wide-open vulva pressed and massaged Nina's face as Maida squirmed in wild delight until she climaxed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nina had arrived at the Sultan's Palace on a Wednesday, which meant that the "harems" were all filled satisfactorily. Normally, arriving in the middle of the week like this, a girl would be I allowed the luxury of spending the time until Saturday, getting used to the place, preparing herself for the duties ahead. But on Thursday morning one of the harem concubines reported that she was ill and couldn't complete her "wifely duties."
The selection of wives was usually carried on with proper ceremony in an improvised slave mart, where Sultans gathered each Monday to bid for . ... wives of his choice. Occasionally this bidding became quite active, especially when a new and particularly desirable girl was put on the block. Sometimes the girls were sold for their five-day stint as harem wives, for quite a few thousand dollars-depending on the wealth of the would-be sultan and how much he might desire a particular girl. The money for the sale, of course, went to the coffers of its investors.
Again, had it been a usual situation and a girl became unavailable, one of the older, more experienced girls would be pressed into service as her replacement. Bu. in this case, the Sultan happened to be one of the Palace's wealthiest and most frequent customers so Nina was chosen as his substitute wife.
Of course, when Maida and the two handmaids came in that morning to prepare Nina for her role as wife, she had no idea what was about to happen and no one told her. As far as she was concerned, it was just the prelude to another lesbian session, especially when the girls got into the sunken tub with her and scrubbed every part of her anatomy until her flesh glowed pink. Then they toweled her off and sprayed every inch of her with exotic, heady perfumes-along the insides of her thighs, her breasts, her belly-button and even the crevice between her buttocks. They dried her hair and set it, made up her face, rouged her nipples and even painted the outer lips of her vagina a vivid red.
When her toilet was finally completed, they dressed her in a long-skirted, transparent yellow caftan that buttoned across the chest and was pulled in at the waist by means of a bright red scarf. With red stilt heels to complete her costume, Nina was then led from the room by Maida.
"You're going to get your feet wet as a harem wife," Maida said as they walked along a narrow corridor, crossed a shallow courtyard toward a building that looked like a miniature palace.
Nina looked up at the big blonde woman, quizzically.
Maida explained briefly about the girl getting sick and that Nina would take over as her replacement. "And you better do a hell of a lot better job than you did on me last night, or I'll whip your ass 'til it looks like chopped meat," Maida warned.
Of course, Nina'd had the long night to think everything out very carefully. With Priscilla gone back to the city, there was no hope right now of Nina leaving this place. So since she had to stay, as Maida said, she may as well play it smart and save herself a lot of grief, by doing whatever they asked her to do. Let them think that she was content to stay here until the opportunity came when she could escape. There must be a way, there had to be a way. That thought was the one and only thing that kept her from losing her reason, When they got into the building, Maida escorted Nina into the Sultan's quarters. It was everything that Nina imagined the interior of a sultan's palace would be like. The walls of the big columned room were done in molded and enameled brick offering a rainbow of color. Here and there hung an intricate tapestry, while the floor was covered with the costliest of Persian rugs.
Under a fringed canopy, on a dais at the far end of the room in honored fashion, was the Sultan, reclining on what looked like a sea of pillows. As Maida brought Nina forward to introduce her to the man, Nina could see he was middle-aged, smooth-shaven with baggy eyes and a dissipated looking face. He was wearing a braided blue waistcoat, a white turban, red slippers and nothing else. He had a big belly covered with crisp black hair and his penis hung down between his legs like a drunk sleeping off a good time.
There were three girls sprawled on the pillows with him, all of them naked. One of the girls lay with her head on his hairy thighs, another leaned against his shoulder with a lazy arm draped around her, while the third girl was preparing coffee or some other brew in what looked like an ancient um.
All eyes were on Nina, as Maida halted with her before the dais and introduced her to the man for whom she would serve for today and tomorrow, when his mock reign would end. Nina would know the man as nothing else but "master".
"If she doesn't perform her duties to the letter, do anything and everything you tell her to do, I want to know," Maida told the man on the dais. He nodded accordingly. Then Maida stripped the caftan from Nina's body and she stood as a newly acquired slave might stand before her master-stark naked.
The man playing sultan sat up with sudden interest, his rheumy eyes wide as they took in Nina's gorgeous breasts, the black muff between her thighs and the rest of her exquisitely-shaped body. Immediately his slumbering penis stirred to wakefulness, raising its purplish-blue head as a flower lifts to meet the morning sun. The three girls with him on the dais each made a move toward his stiffening maleness. But he rudely pushed them away and held up a hand to Nina, beckoning her forward.
When she didn't move quickly enough, Maida gave her a shove forward so that Nina stumbled and fell across him. The man rolled Ninu over on her back on the pillows and put a hand to her breasts to test their resiliency, then he ran the same hand down over her belly and felt the gushy cavity between her legs. Disgusted and resentful, Nina started to push him away. But she looked up and caught a glimpse of the disapproval in Maida's big, almost masculine-looking face. She remembered the promise she'd made to herself to go along with whatever they asked of her. She made no further attempt to try to get away, but lay there submissively on the pillows and let him lit his erection into the slit of dewy flesh and black foliage between her legs. He was bigger and harder than she remembered either Siget or Mr. Ralston being. But it took only a moment for her to adjust to his size. What bothered her most of all was Maida and the three girls standing and sitting there watching him drill her, commenting on the way she squirmed and the sounds and expressions she made as passion mounted inside her. But as soon as she felt her first orgasm catching hold, they ceased to exist as far as she was concerned. She rode her lust tightly, pumping right along with him, sucking him deep into her uterus until she felt his convulsive jerkings and let him shoot his torrid load into her womb....
By Friday night when Nina had completed her first stint as a "harem wife", she had a solid understanding of what the job called for. It meant actually being in servitude for five days, waiting on a master hand-and-foot, catering to his every whim and fancy for the duration.
Because she was a newcomer and because they resented the attention that the Sultan had shown Nina, the other three wives had her do all the menial chores, which were many. She fed him and prepared his wardrobe for what little he wore. She drew his tub, helped bathe him, cleaned up after him when he was through and too!: care of several other far more personal problems for him. Things with which she never dreamed any adult would want assistance. But as she was repeatedly informed, this was the service for which he was paying very highly and to which he was entitled.
Of course, in addition to all these duties, Nina also had to make herself available for his sexual requirements at any hour of the day or night. What amazed her was his stamina, that would have done justice to a man half his age. But as she heard one of the girls say, he lived like a Trappist monk, on the outside, storing up his energy from one visit until the next-which totaled about three or four a year. He had a quirky respect for womanhood, including his wife, that made him incapable of sexual relations except with prostitutes such as these.
One thing for which Nina was grateful. Of the many ways she was required to accommodate him during the two days she served him, he never asked her to perform fellatio, which the other three girls did at the slightest provocation. However, to counterbalance it. somewhere along the line, he discovered the secret of her breasts and not only he partook of their nourishment but each of the girls also sampled her milk.
Saturday, with her first assignment ended, Nina, as well as all the other harem wives, was permitted the luxury of sleeping alone until well past noon.
"So you'll be rested for the night ahead," one of the girls told her.
What the night ahead held in store for her, Nina couldn't even begin to guess, and no one would tell her anything about it, almost as if it were some secret order into which she was about to be initiated. As a matter-of-fact, everything about the Sultan's Palace smacked of secrecy and unquestionably for good reason. Only the most calloused and perverted girls could really and truly condone and willingly be a part of what went on here. What puzzled Nina was why they didn't try to escape, try to get away from this place, because it became more and more obvious to her. by occasional words she heard dropped, and things she saw some of the girls do, that a number of them must have been duped into coming here and were now trapped, the same as she.
It wasn't until Saturday night at dinner in the spacious dining hall, that would have done justice to the finest restaurants in the world, that Nina got her first hint of things to come.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
For this Saturday night occasion, all Far Eastern dress was discarded. Instead, the men, who numbered about twenty, all wore casual contemporary clothes, while the thirty or more women looked radiantly beautiful in smart evening gowns. For anyone who didn't know better, it might have been a smart dinner crowd in some exclusive restaurant-which in part it was.
Nina had been told that a number of the men and several of the older women present, had been flown in late that afternoon on the return flight of the plane that delivered the sultans back in Los Angeles. Which caused Nina to search the big dining room, wondering if either Priscilla Durland, or her friend Birdie might be among the late arrivals. They were not.
Nina was wearing one of the expensive gowns that Priscilla had bought for her in Beverly Hills. It was a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder, black satin with a daring decolletage that showed off her luscious orbs to eye-popping advantage.
For dinner, she shared a table with a girl named Jenny. Jenny was very pretty in an emaciated-looking sort of way. She had bright red hair, soft green eyes and the fair, unblemished, translucent skin of a true titian. At first glance, Nina guessed that Jenny must be about her age, but after they talked awhile, Nina discovered that the other girl was a very worldly-wise young woman.
Jenny was wearing an evening gown of emerald green, the straps of which insisted on slipping off her bony shoulders, occasionally exposing her tiny, conically-shaped breasts. Men who came to The Palace, it seemed, preferred all types of girls and it was surprising how many of them desired Jenny's little girl body for their harems.
After she'd had a few drinks, Jenny became very talkative, which was good for Nina, because she proved to be the key that unlocked many of the secrets of The Sultan's Palace. For one thing, Jenny confirmed Nina's suspicions that a number of the girls were here not of their own volition.
Some, like Nina, had been deceived into coming with the promise of big money, pleasant work and the chance to meet rich husbands. Others, according to Jenny, had gotten into jams on the outside. One girl, for instance, was wanted by the police for embezzling a considerable sum of money from the bank where she worked.
A couple of the girls had run away from home, joined hippie bands and wound up with illegitimate babies, which they gave up and then were afraid to go home. Another girl came here with the hope of kicking the dope habit but had become a confirmed addict. Some had incurred staggering debts that they found impossible to settle. There was even a girl who was wanted in connection with the murder of a big movie star. Variety in girls was the one thing that could assuredly be found at The Sultan's Palace.
"Me?" Jenny confessed in her cups. "I was picked up on a charge of prostitution. But I was really giving it away. Anyway it was my first offense so they left me go. But it made the home town papers and since my old man was a prominent crusader against vice, I couldn't very well face him or my mother. So when the chance was offered me to come here, I jumped at it. But I never had any idea it would be like this."
Nina listened attentively to every word Jenny had to say then she asked, "Why don't you try to get away, if it's so bad?"
Jenny looked across the table at Nina, her green eyes wide with incredulity. "Are you for real, honey? You came across that desert out there, right?"
Nina wagged her head.
"Then you know damn well there's nothing but miles and miles of sand in every direction with roads that lead nowhere-except to more sand," Jenny rationalized. "How the hell far do you think anybody could get before that sun started bubbling their blood, baking their brains?"
"Hasn't anyone ever tried?"
"Oh yes. Quite a few have tried. Every once in a while some girl gets it in her head to make a break for it. But they don't get very far before somebody comes after them. And when they're picked up and brought back here, they wish they were never born."
"Why-what happens to them?"
"They're held up as any example, to discourage any others who might have similar ideas about escaping."
"How?"
"They're dropped into the snake pit."
"The snake pit?" Nina echoed. "What's that?" Jenny looked a little surprised. "You mean you haven't heard about the snake?"
Nina shook her head.
"Don't worry-you will-and in a very few minutes!" Jenny promised ominously.
Jenny barely got the words out of her vividly painted mouth when there was a general exodus from the dining room. Singly, in pairs and in groups, everyone filed out of the building and followed the macadam walk through the darkness that weaved through the vast grounds.
Nina asked no questions but stayed close beside Jenny, holding onto the girl's tiny hand tightly, as they entered a long, dank tunnel that led underground. It was lighted only by flickering torches that lined the walls and cast weird dancing shadows.
They followed the rest of the crowd along the narrow passageway until it opened into a huge, cave-like cellar as dimly lighted as the tunnel, where eerie sitar music played in the background. For all its gloomy lighting and chilling aspect, the place had been decorated and furnished with as much painstaking care as any of the rooms or buildings on the premises-only instead of striving for beauty, the effect here was for fear and reverence and sensuality.
As in the harems, the floor was richly carpeted and strewn with pillows of silk, velvet, satin and velour; the wall decorated with murals and tile marquetry that depicted reptiles of every size and species in brilliant natural color. When viewed from certain angles in the flickering light, the snakes seemed to uncannily take on the form of half-humans-grotesque but at the same time awesomely beautiful.
This was only a part of the bizarre pattern. As Nina's eyes became more adjusted to the half-light, she saw many of the men and women around her shedding the colorings and the markings of the reptiles that adorned the walls.
Nina looked at Jenny bewilderingly, hoping that the girl would explain what it all meant. Fortunately, Jenny's tongue was still well-lubricated from the alcohol she'd consumed at dinner. Taking Nina by the arm, Jenny led her off to one side in the shadows, where no one could overhear them.
"You're watching the start of the sacred ritual that begins every Saturday night after dinner and lasts until dawn on Monday morning," Jenny whispered confidentially.
Nina glanced around curiously at the half-naked people filling the hall. "What kind of a ritual where people take off their clothes?"
Jenny smiled. "It's the rites of a cult that calls itself The Viperines and whose members worship snakes."
"Snakes?"
Jenny nodded. "It's Florian Valentine's baby. In fact, sometimes I think it's the real reason he built this hell in the desert."
Nina didn't know what Jenny meant. "In the six months I've been here, I've had a lot of time to do a lot of thinking, a lot of piecing together of facts-and I've come to believe that the harem business was just a gimmick he used to raise the cash necessary to build this place," Jenny went on explaining. "He needed a home base to develop his cult and enlist new members. A place when his followers can worship and do all the things their rules call for, without fear of being disturbed. Of course, by now the cult probably could be self-sustaining, because some of these people you see taking off their clothes have more money than they know what to do with-and put a lot of it into the cult."
"If that's true, why does he continue to operate the harems?"
Jenny smiled again. "He happens to have several very hungry investors, like the lady I hear brought you here. If he tried to close shop on them they'd swoop down on him like a lot of vultures. Besides a man doesn't wring the neck of one goose, just because another one starts laying golden eggs. Another thing, he needs us gals to make the rituals more interesting as you'll soon see."
Before Jenny could say any more a sudden hush fell over the crowd as a man appeared on the raised platform at one end of the subterranean hall. His slender body was painted with the brown coloring and markings of a rattlesnake that created the hideous illusion of a half-man, half-serpant; his exposed, unpainted penis hung down between his skinny thighs. He halted before the crowd, standing between the huge gold-leaf serpents, the flaming torches in their open mouths, making them look as if they were breathing fire.
"You are now looking at the Great Oz," Jenny whispered. By the way she said it, Nina couldn't tell whether she was serious or sarcastic. "Of course, five days a week, you know him as Florian Valentine."
Nina was genuinely surprised. "That's Florian Valentine?"
Jenny wagged her carrot top. "And that thing hanging down between his legs is like a lot of other things around here-just eyewash. I'll bet it hasn't been hard since he reached puberty."
"Why did you call him The Great Oz?" Nina wanted to know.
"That's what he calls himself when he takes over at these rituals. Name's really Ahuizotl. But it's too much of a tongue-twister so he shortened it to OZ."
In a few words, Jenny told Nina the old legend about the part-man, part-serpent, part-god that Florian insisted he was, reincarnated.
The moment he raised his limp wristed hand and spoke to the reverently silent crowd in his inimitable lisp, there remained no doubt in Nina's mind that he was Florian.
"Tonight we have a new convert to be initiated into our sacred order," he announced.
The crowd began to stir and whisper excitedly as a nude girl appeared at one side of the dais, bathed in the glaring white beam of a baby spotlight. She was young and beautifully shaped with high, full, maidenly breasts and long blonde hair that reached almost to her slight waist.
Jenny told Nina that the girl's name was Amy and that she was a relative newcomer at The Sultan's Palace. "She got religion fast." Then as an afterthought, "If you've got a weak stomach, you'd better not watch."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
By now, Nina's curiosity had been whet to a degree that even had she tried, she couldn't have taken Jenny's advice and turned away from what was about to happen to the comely blonde on the dais. As she watched, she wasn't too surprised to see Maida join the girl in the circle of light.
The huge female superintendent was nude to the waist, her big, flabby tits hanging down almost to her belly button that was hidden in her rolls of fat. She was holding a pair of oversized panties that looked like the old-time bloomers that girls used to wear. .Except that these bloomers were made of a plastic, see-through material and fitted tightly at the waist and just above the knees.
Maida helped the blonde into the bloomers then at her behest, two of her subordinates appeared with Maida on the dais. Like the blonde, they both were naked. One of them was carrying a long wooden box with what looked like small airholes punctured in the top and sides. She handed the box to Maida, then she and her partner took hold of the blonde's arms and led her backwards toward a leather couch that was tilted up just enough to permit those in the audience to see what was going to happen. They pushed the girl down onto the couch and pinioned her there on her back.
Standing a few feet away, between the twin fire-breathing serpents, Florian raised both hands above his head. Then in a drowsy, persuasive voice that modified his lisp, he recited what to Nina, sounded like a lot of highfalutin gibberish about the world going to pot.
"Mankind is doomed and will soon disappear and those who do not believe or heed this warning, are blind fools," he droned on with the sitar music jingling in the background. "The only ones who will survive when this evolution takes place and the earth reverts back to the reptiles to whom it once belonged-are we Viperines. Why? Because we worship, respect and believe in them and trust their mystic powers. Most of you have proven these beliefs by marrying with the serpents, by mingling your flesh and your divine life-giving powers with theirs, thus making you a part of them and they a part of you. You have pleased them greatly by catering to their sensuous demands, by paying them homage with your orgies-even by making the lovely creature stretched out on her back on the couch. "Now what has happened to many of you, will happen to this beautiful young convert who will be initiated into our order. Who will earn the sacred right to survive when that clay of final judgment arrives by offering herself as a bride to the serpents whom we rightfully revere as our gods."
At a nod of his repulsively painted head, Maida stepped toward the blonde girl, lifted the lid of the box she was holding and dipped a hand inside. She brought forth three, twisting, squirming, de-fanged snakes, the smallest of which measured about a foot in length and big-around as a broom handle; the largest at least three feet long with a circumference about the size of a man's wrist.
Up to this point, the blonde girl had remained docile, offering no resistance, as if reconciled to what was in store for her. But the instant she glimpsed the three writhing snakes, she let out a piercing scream and began to struggle to get away.
"No! No!" she cried out almost hysterically. "I changed my mind. ... I don't want to go through with it....Let me go! Please!"
But the two girls holding her only tightened their grip on her.
What happened next caused Nina to gasp in horror and fall back against the wall for support as her knees gave out.
With one hand Maida had stretched the elastic waistband of the blonde's bloomers and stuffed the three snakes down inside. The moment the superintendent let go and the waistband snapped back into place, the three reptiles were trapped inside. Through the transparency of the plastic everyone looking on, could see the snakes wriggling back and forth over the girl's belly, through her blonde pubic hair, down over her thighs and then back up again, as she screeched and kicked, fighting to try to get away.
Nina shivered with revulsion at the mere thought of what it might be like to feel the clammy, slimy creatures crawling over her flesh. Yet she was unable to turn away. As if mesmerized, she kept her gaze riveted on the hysterical girl as the snakes slithered between her legs.
Nina admittedly didn't know enough about snakes to be able to say whether or not they could be trained to do such things, or whether the blonde's private parts had been anointed with some special kind of snake-bait. But the instant, Maida put down the box and spread the blonde's legs, the snakes went for her vagina. They glided between her moist lips, wiggling their way into her depths, twisting and turning, stretching the rubbery, mucous-lined walls, rubbing back and forth over her ditty, bringing her voluptuous sensations that no man alive could even hope to duplicate, let alone surpass.
She screamed with her first orgasm and it looked for a moment as if she might black out. How many more times she came after that, no one seemed to care enough to keep count ... not even Nina, ... What had happened to the blonde girl had affected everyone present. It was the spark that touched off an orgy that dizzied the imagination. Eager hands began groping for bared breasts, diving between wet, heated thighs. Cocks began popping out to wave invitingly until a willing hand or hungry' mouth enclosed them. What remained of clothing, came flying off and wherever Nina looked, sexual connection was being made.
Nina stiffened as she felt Jenny's tiny hands stripping her to the waist, the girl herself standing nude before Nina now, the nipples of her coneshaped breasts standing out like tiny pink buds waiting to be watered. As Jenny's hands went to Nina's luscious breasts and pushed up on them flattening the nipples against her palms, Nina was aw .ire of someone behind her, working her gown and panties down over her hips and legs until they fell and formed a pool of satin and nylon at her feet.
Nina couldn't give herself a sane answer why she didn't stop Jenny, or whoever it was behind she we mod to have suddenly been caught up in the mad jumble of sexual depravity going on all around her. She knew she hadn't had that much to drink, not enough to make her feel the way she did. The only solution she could arrive at, was that it must have something to do with the food she'd eaten at dinner. They must have put something in the food to make everyone suddenly become so uninhibited, go so sexually berserk this way.
All Nina knew for sure was that, at the moment, she felt as horny as anyone in the cavernous hall and was just as eager to take part in the orgy. She stood still with her arms at her sides and allowed Jenny to kiss and lick her nipples, taste of her milk, keenly aware that the male behind her was endeavoring to insert the burning flesh of his cock into the crevice between her ample buttocks. But before he could properly fit himself into her anus, she pulled away. Not because she objected to his invasion but because she didn't want it that way. Mr. Ralston cured her of that. If she was going to be laid-and very definitely that was going to happen-she wanted to enjoy it.
She turned to face him and found him to be a man she'd never even seen before. He was somewhere in his early forties, sort of nondescript and not much taller than she. He had a considerable erection that required immediate attention, so she got down onto the pillows, stretched out to her full length and positioned herself so he could mount her.
Meantime, some guy who looked like the Jolly Green Giant compared to Jenny, picked up the redheaded girl, held her with her back to the wall, feet off the floor and screwed her standing up.
Jenny yelled and kicked, but she wasn't fooling anybody-she loved it.
On the pillows on the floor, Nina was unhappy with the partner who'd chosen her. He was big enough but she didn't like his rhythm. She was burning up with passion and wanted quick relief but he was going about it in slow motion. Finally she turned him over and got atop him and established a tempo more to her liking. It might have worked out fine-if a second guy hadn't spied her very desirable rump lifted in the air. With no waiting the guy moved in and gave Nina her first sampling of a sex sandwich.
She felt as if they'd surely split her body in two when they ejaculated inside her simultaneously. Then, when finally they were through with her and crawled away in search of new furrows to plow, she lay there on the pillows waiting to recover, well aware that this was only the beginning of a weekend of unrestrained, uninhibited sex, where anything and everything was up for grabs.
She didn't lie there alone for very long. Some other man discovered her, climbed atop her and without even asking, filled her already overflowing womb with another load of seed.
One thing was for sure as far as Nina was concerned, the food must have been doctored, maybe with Spanish Fly, or some even more potent sexual stimulant. Because never in her life had she felt as sexually aroused as she did right now. The three experiences she'd just undergone with the trio of males, hadn't even begun to scratch the itch deep inside her vagina, or start to satisfy her carnal cravings.
Even as her third lover moved away from her, she lifted herself, crawling over the sea of pillows, anxious to become a part of the great pile of human flesh snaking haphazardly across the floor. A strange crescendo of obscene sounds filled the cavern-wet sucking, slurping, grinding flesh, groans of exquisite pain and tortured pleasure. Then all at once Nina was caught up in it, writhing with the others like a single, lust-crazed animal.
One union led to another. Everywhere women were doing women, men were doing men, men and women were locked together in all sorts of fantastic physical connections. It seemed to make no difference how a mission was accomplished as long as it brought satisfaction and pleasure.
It was in this manner that Nina at one time found herself being simultaneously buggered, her breasts and vagina sucked, while she performed cunnilingus on Jenny who had slipped away from her Jolly Green Giant to seek our Nina again. It was right after this round-robin of lust had been consummated that Nina caught sight of someone who immediately revived whatever interest might have been waning in her, after her strenuous four-way session.
He was the giant guard who opened the gates that first day she came here with Priscilla. He was standing not far from the dais, his muscular arms folded across his massive bared chest. He had removed his waistcoat now, but was wearing the same leather cap and turban and blue-and-yellow striped trousers he had on the first day.
Nina felt a hot stab of ecstasy shoot up through her body at the sight of him and the mere thought of having someone like him make love to her warmed her inside and set her blood to pumping excitedly. Whether it was the potion still working or not, she told herself that nothing and no one, except he, could satisfy her. She had to have him!
Untangling herself from the pile of sinuous flesh of which she'd been a part, Nina crawled toward where the young giant was standing. With his jaw thrust out, eyes straight ahead, he seemed oblivious to what was going on around him-as did the several other guards stationed at strategic posts around the cavernous hall.
Halfway, Nina felt a sudden hand on her arm. She turned to see Jenny beside her on the floor.
"Where do you think you're going?" the redheaded girl demanded. She caught the look in Nina's eyes and followed her dreamy gaze to the giant Jenny gasped. "You out of your mind? Nobody fools around with him. Nobody!"
"Why not?"
"He's Florian Valentine's own private proper ty."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Nina asked, her eyes never leaving the young giant for a moment.
"You ever hear of Jon Barrow?" By Nina's blank expression, it was apparent she had not. Jenny went on, "It was in all the papers not too long ago-how he played pro football for the New York Zephyrs. Big star, former all-American. But he got in with the wrong crowd, was accused of throwing a couple of big, important games and drew a life-time suspension. He started getting into one jam after another and hitting the hard stuff. Killed a guy in a brawl and was found guilty of ma-slaughter. I don't know how Florian did it, but he saved him from going to prison, brought him out here to work as a guard and become his number one boy. I don't think I have to tell you what being boy number one to a fag like Florian means."
Ordinarily what Jenny had just told her might have sent Nina hurrying back into the mad jumble of sexual heat, in disgust. But whatever had found its way into her blood stream and twisted her brain with lust, made what Jenny said just so many words. Having reached a pitch of passion that couldn't be restrained, only one thing mattered to her at the moment-she must have Barrow, whether he had Florian's brand on him or not.
As Nina began to crawl toward Barrow again, Jenny made a move to go after her. But a big guy with a black beard and long black hair grabbed Jenny, pinioned her and filled her mouth with his throbbing tool.
As she continued forward on hands and knees, Nina glanced toward the dais. Florian was gone now. So was Maida and her two assistants. They had taken the snakes and the plastic bloomers with them. But they had left blonde Amy behind. She was still sprawled out on the couch in a state of shock and semi-consciousness, as aftermath of her trial with the snakes.
When Nina finally reached Barrow, she halted before him on her knees and stared up into his bronzed, strong-jawed face. He met her gaze for an instant and then turned quickly away, as if for fear that the glare of her naked body mifht Wind him-or cause him to lose his cool.
"You Jon, me Nina." she said lightly in an attempt vo win him over.
He allowed himself the luxury of another look at her as she lifted a hand imploringly, inviting him to join her on the pillows. There was no denying by his expression that he was fully aware of who she was and that he would have liked nothing better than to accept her invitation. But he shook his head resolutely and with his back and neck ramrod straight, he turned away again.
Nina was not about to take no for an answer. Moving closer to him, she wrapped both arms around his strong legs and pulled herself up. Any question that he might be immune to her pleading and her charms was quickly dispeled when she saw the growing protrusion in his baggy trousers.
Her body on fire, and her mind delirious with passion, Nina rubbed the side of her head and then her cheek against his bigness. She could hear his labored breathing as he got out torturously, "Christ-stop! What the hell do you think I'm made of?"
"Show me," she coaxed.
He kept shaking his head frantically, fighting back the emotion seething inside him. "I can't ... I can't...."
"Please!" As she spoke she touched her lips to the tip of his rigid phallus, separated from her only by the flimsy material of his trousers. It was the first time in her life that she willingly would have done a man that way. But before she got any further, he reached down, put his strong hands on her arms and lifted her to her feet. Then he moved with her into the dark shadows where no one could see them.
He put his powerful arms around her and took away her breath as he held her close to him, her naked breasts flattening out against his smooth, perspiring chest. This closeness, this first contact of naked flesh aroused jarring new emotions in both of them.
"It's against the rules," he murmured. "If Florian finds out-"
She didn't let him finish but with fingers suddenly grown fierce and demanding, she brought him down to meet her lips, her scalding tongue working serpent-like inside his mouth, sparking both of them to new heights of passion. When she finally drew back from him, her breasts were moving spasmodically against his chest, nipples hard as pebbles.
Gently he lowered her to the pillows and leaned into her. He kissed her lids, her face, her mouth as her hands slid up and down over his naked torso, bringing herself even closer to him. He kissed her throat and shoulders and suckled the honey-milk from her breasts. No lips she had ever known, male or female, had thrilled her the way his did. Finally he covered her pulsing body with his own and pressed his hot, hard, throbbing flesh into her wet, wide-open softness. She moaned ecstatically as she felt his length glide smoothly, easily into her inundated depths.
He made sure he was fitted to her properly and that she was comfortable with him before he began to move slowly against her. How different, she thought, how wonderfully, sublimely different he was from any one else she had ever known-male or female. There was no hurry, no hurt, no impatience-just the exquisitely, new sensation of complete fulfillment, of perfect mating as if she were designed for his pleasure and he for hers.
She clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around him, kissing the huge head of his penis with her nether lips on each backward stroke, caressing its length with the tiny membranes and muscles inside her uterus when he drove into her again.
As she knew he would, he held back until she was ready to come with him. Then together they went over the top with a shattering blast that sent both of them roaring on their way to the moon ... and beyond ... to a place far out in the unchartered reaches of the firmament ... a place reserved exclusively for those who have found the magic ingredients of love....
But as far away from reality as they may have been, their return to earth came with sudden, jarring swiftness when a voice with a familiar lisp, screamed angrily: "What the hell do you call this?"
Jon froze then turned his head, and, together with Nina, looked up over his shoulder in horror to see Florian and Maida standing over them, glaring down at them Murder stabbed out of the reptilian-painted fag's eyes and he acted as if he'd been stricken with apoplexy.
"Get up from there!" he screeched above the din, in a voice pitched several tones higher than his normally high register. "Goddam it-I said get up! How dare you do such a thing? How dare you disobey my rules?"
Nina could feel Jon's penis shrivel away to half its size as he withdrew from her and climbed to his feet before he had a chance to stuff his withered whang back into his trousers.
Florian glared down at the wet, spent length of flesh and his mouth looked ugly. "How dare you use that on a shit like her? It's mine! I bought and paid for it. Now get it out of my sight! I don't even want to see it again until you've scrubbed every last trace of her sex out of its pores! Get it out of here!"
Jon winced under the sting of Florian's abuse, rage suffusing his lowering countenance. For a moment it looked as if he might challenge Florian's order but apparently he thought better of it because with a fleeting glance at Nina, he turned and hurried away.
When Jon was gone, Florian turned his wrath on Nina, who, with her back to the wall, huddled on the floor before him, in terror.
"Get up-bitch, whore, shit!" he barked venomously as if he couldn't think up enough obscenities to hurl at her. "You'll pay for this. Believe me you'll pay for breaking my rules, turning the head of one of my most trusted guards, making him fuck you like the rotten bitch you are."
At this point in the tirade, Maida moved i. .j the picture, her big bare breasts swinging from side to side like two bags of cow dung, her hard features twisted with evil anticipation as she glared down at Nina.
"I'll take care of her," she threatened. "She'll think a hell of a lot before she breaks any more rules, after I get through with her."
Maida clapped her huge hands and her two assistants appeared. They dragged Nina to her feet and led her away into another part of the cavern as she shivered in fear.
And the orgy continued in full fury as if nothing had happened.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Marquis de Sade would have drooled over the room into which Maida and her two handmaidens dragged Nina. Because all the necessary equipment for fun-and-games was there.
Nina had heard that the homosexual community has a real hang-up for leather and she guessed that Maida and her two lesbian assistants donned their bizarre leather costumes solely to satisfy their own fetishisms. Certainly it had no effect on her.
After they were dressed, the two girls trussed up Nina so that her feet were several inches off the floor, her arms and legs spread-eagled. What happened then taxed Nina's credibility to the utmost. In her most horrible nightmares, she never would have dreamed that one human being could do to another, what the three of them did to her. By the time they were finished with her, her breasts and buttocks and her privates were raw red; their fingers, mouths, tongues and even their own vaginas performing perversions on her that produced what seemed like one continuous, never-ending orgasm.
At first she was able to endure these indignities but as the night wore on and the effect of the stimulant that had been mixed in with her food lost its effectiveness, the whole horrendous scene took on the aspect of the ancient Chinese torture of dripping water. Until finally and mercifully unconsciousness overtook her....
When she came to, she had no idea how long she'd been unconscious. But she had been cut down and now lay on a big leather couch in one comer of the same ill-lighted room where her most recent nightmare had occurred.
After a while Maida came into the room. The fat superintendent had divested herself of her leather attire and once again was wearing her baggy trousers, her floppy breasts bared. She showed Nina to an adjoining shower room, where the warm spray soothed and partly refreshed the girl's bruised and aching body.
For one thing Nina was grateful. They had not put the plastic bloomers on her and made her accept the snakes. However, there was never any danger of that happening. As she was later informed, that was not looked upon as a punishment. That was a sacred rite reserved only for those who were initiated into the secret order of The Viperines.
After she was showered, Maida told her to get back into the main hall and rejoin the orgy.
"And next time you break the rules, you'll think what happened to you here in this room, was a picnic," Maida warned. Then she gave Nina a sharp slap across the buttocks that sent her scurrying on her way.
Back in the crowded main cellar, everything suddenly seemed so very different to Nina. Now that the amatory" stimulant had completely worn off, what was happening here, filled her with revulsion. She knew now that this supposed cult, with its so-called worship of reptiles and depraved initiations and rules was nothing but an excuse to hold these wild sexual orgies.
If it had been possible, Nina would have left at once. But she could see Maida lurking in the background, watching and waiting and maybe even hoping for her to make one wrong move, so she'd have an excuse to give Nina another lesson. So when a strong hand grasped Nina's wrist and began dragging her into the shapeless clot of squirming flesh, she went along without protest.
Time was lost to her as she tried not to think about where she was, or what was happening to her as males and females alike abused her benumbed mind and body, long since immune to any carnal pleasures. Only one thought did she cling to-that she must get away. Somehow, some way she had to escape from this hell-hole. Nothing they could do to her, she was convinced, could be worse than trying to live through an entire week of servitude, acting as the wife of some sexually depraved, would-be Sultan. With nothing to look forward to but another weekend of madness and corruption like this.
Hours passed. For all Nina knew it might even be the next day, or the next evening. How many meals were served in the cave-like cellar, she didn't remember, but there was enough food and wine to satisfy Bacchus himself. But she partook of none of it. She wasn't about to be caught twice on the same hook.
However, she guessed that it was at these orgies that Priscilla and Birdie acquired their rare taste for food flavorings. Because everywhere she looked, men and women were smearing each other's genitals with the delicacies that were served them and then relishing it with as much zest as her two sponsors had.
It was while the crowd was so engaged in one of these feasts that Nina finally saw the opportunity she'd been hoping for. The tunnel through which she and Jenny and the others had entered the cellar had been left unguarded. Stealing away from the feasting mob, she hurried along the passageway, darting from shadow to shadow, until she finally succeeded in reaching the courtyard.
She was surprised and greatly relieved to find that it was pitch black outside, with a heaven full of stars but no moon. Whether it was still Saturday night, or now Sunday, she had no idea and didn't particularly care. She had one concern at the moment. Before she could even hope to go anywhere, she had to get some clothes.
She carefully crossed the courtyard in the darkness to the building where her room was located. She saw a couple of guards, dressed like Jon Barrow. But they paid little attention to her. She guessed that they were used to seeing girls occasionally returning to their rooms.
She ducked into a side door of the building and hurried along the deserted corridor to her room. Everyone she assumed, must be attending the orgy.
When she got to her room, she put on the capris and sweater she'd worn that first day when she came here with Priscilla. Next she wrapped a bandana around her head, then put on her most comfortable walking shoes and went to the door.
Squeaking it open slowly, she slipped into the corridor and made her way to the side door of the building, through which she'd entered. This time she had to be much more careful that none of the guards saw her as she hurried across the grounds. Because strangely enough, a naked girl would arouse no suspicion-a girl fully dressed would have exactly the opposite effect.
Nina headed toward a low-slung building at the rear of the palace grounds, where she knew several motorcycles and dune-buggies were housed. She wished she dared to take one of them. But there was no possible way for her to get away with one. Her purpose in going to the garage-like structure was to pick up a couple of canteens. She'd seen them dangling from the buggies whenever they left the grounds on short trips. She was well aware that she'd need water and plenty of it, if she hoped to make it safely across the desert.
After finding the canteens and filling them with fresh water, she slung them from her shoulders and stole to the high wall. She wondered if Jon Barrow was on duty at the front gate and if he was, she wished that she dared to go to him and say goodbye. Because in spite of all the things that had happened to her at the hands of Maida and her two assistants, as well as what the rest of the animals had done to her in the big cellar, her lips still thrilled to the memory of his kiss 'and deep inside her, she could feel the warmth of his wonderful hardness.
But she knew it would be too much of a risk to go to him She had no idea how he'd feel about her trying to escape. She didn't know whether he'd help her or make her go back-and if he did agree to help her, it could only get him into serious trouble if they found out he'd had anything to do with her escape. So reluctantly, and heavy-heartedly, she turned and hurried away in the opposite direction.
As with so many other things that had to do with the place, it was inconsistent and contradictory that an armed guard should be kept behind an electronically-controlled gate at the front entrance, while other gates in the rear were some-times left unguarded. This especially was true on weekends when the orgies were in session, probably because they thought it un-likely that anyone would try to get away at such a time. But this was how, Jenny told her, that some of the other girls had escaped and Nina found it was true. One of the rear gates was unguarded and unlocked.
Once Nina got outside and faced the endless miles of desert ahead of her, she used what little knowledge she had of the stars, gleaned from her brief period as a girl scout, to tell her which way was north and which was south. She at least knew that somewhere to the south lay the road that she and Priscilla had traveled to get here. While she had no idea what was to the north. So she chose the south as the direction she'd take and then struck out over the dunes. The sand was still warm from the torrid rays of the day's sun.
How far she traveled during the cool of night, she had no way of telling, but she guessed she must have covered several miles without any noticeable signs of fatigue. With dawn came the first hint of what the day ahead would be like. As the sun climbed higher and higher in the cloudless sky, the temperature rose steadily, until the air felt as if it were coming from the open door of a blast furnace and the heat of the sand burned through the thin soles of her shoes.
She began to tap one of the canteens shortly after dawn and long before noon, she discarded it because it was empty. She drank more sparingly from the second canteen. But as the day wore on and her thirst grew unbearable, the water in that grew less and less, too, until finally it was gone.
She wished now she had worn something a lot more comfortable than a sweater and capris. They both held the heat and drenched with perspiration clung to her legs and body like hot, sopping wet rags. But she knew that the very worst thing she could do was take them off and expose herself to the lobster-broiling rays of the sun.
Her feet grown heavy now, she had all she could do to drag them through the sand, searching desperately for some shade in which she might lie down and rest and regain her strength. But the sun was high now and even the tall cactus, the yucca plants and the Joshua trees cast no shadow.
She kept pressing on, stumbling and falling in the baked sand, the sun burning her tender flesh red. By mid-afternoon, her lips and her tongue felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size, her eyes glazed, so that all she could see was what appeared to be a sea of shimmering sand ahead of her; her brain dizzied by the heat beyond the ability even to think.
The last thing she remembered as she fell and sprawled face-downward across one of the dunes was the faint whir of what sounded like a motor ... but she wasn't sure ... and couldn't have seen in her temporary blindness even if she had been able to lift her head to look behind her. With one last herculean effort, she tried to pick herself up and carry on ... but her legs and her arms gave out ... and she collapsed and lay motionless in the sand, in total exhaustion....
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Nina awoke in bed, in her room, back in the Sultan's Palace. She had no recollection as to how she got there, or how long ago it had been since she was picked up from the desert. But she recognized the furnishings in the room, the mirrored walls and the black silk sheets.
Looking up into the mirrors, she could see that her body was still burned from the sun but nothing like she imagined it must have been when they found her. Her lips and her tongue had returned to normal and the temporary sand blindness she'd suffered was gone now and she could see again, as well as ever.
Maybe she should have been grateful to whoever found her and brought her back here, she told herself, because obviously they had saved her life. Another hour or so lying there in the blazing sun, without water or shelter, and surely she would have perished.
However, any gratitude she may have felt was short-lived. Because it wasn't long after she regained consciousness that Maida and a couple of male guards, made up to look like serpents, took her, naked from the room.
Like any condemned prisoner, she had been brought back here to the Palace, her strength returned to her, her burns doctored-and now that she was one hundred percent well again-she was to be taken to the snake pit to meet her death!
True to her sadistic nature, Maida said to Nina on the way to the pit, located in one barren comer at the rear of the vast grounds, what awaited her!
"The same thing that happened to all the others who thought they could get away," the Amazonian superintendent explained with malign satisfaction. "You'll be marched before the rest of the girls as an example of what happens to those who don't appreciate our 'hospitality'. Then you'll be thrown into the pit. You remember how Amy, the blonde, acted last Saturday night when she was initiated? You heard how she screamed when the snakes started crawling over her, inside her cunt? Well, that was mild to the way you're going to yell in a few minutes, when those snakes down in the pit start wriggling all over your tits, in your box, in and out of your anus; smothering you under the layers and layers of them down there. That is, of course, until their venom gets into your system and finishes you off."
Nina took a stout grip on her emotions and steadied the step of her bare feet crossing the hot sand to where everyone had gathered, like a lot of ghouls, to watch her die. But she was determined that she would not let Maida, or Florian, or anyone else know how terrorized she was, wouldn't give them the satisfaction of knowing that she was afraid to die. Even in such a horrible way.
A few steps further along and Maida remembered something. "Oh yes, about the snakes. They're ones that are too big and venomous to be used for initiations. So they're thrown into the pit and kept there for sacrifices like yours. After being in there awhile in the hot sun and not being fed regularly, they get to feeling pretty mean."
She laughed diabolically and told the two guards holding Nina, to hurry along....
Now Nina stood at the rim of the pit, facing Florian Valentine, homosexual pretender to the prowess of the legendary Ahuizotl. Painted with the muddy colorings and markings of a rattler, he looked Nina over, head to foot, her beautiful, sensuous body causing not even a stir in the useless length of fairy flesh hanging down between his thighs. In his lispy voice, he began to upbraid Nina for defying his rules and for being so foolish as to try to escape. Now, he told her, she must be sacrificed-not only as a means of discouraging any other girls who might be entertaining the thought of trying to get away. But to appease the snakes because he said they were very angry that she had defied his rules, which were really their rules interpreted through him.
Also he pointed out how terribly disappointed Priscilla Durland was going to be after she had praised Nina so highly, held such hopes for her. But Mrs. Durland, he said, would understand that something like this was absolutely necessary to maintain order and not jeopardize their investment.
In a way, Florian finally begrudgingly admitted, he was sorry Nina had to be sacrificed, because she had already proven that she could have brought a very high price in the slave mart, probably could have become one of the most sought-after girls in the Palace.
"But you're a trouble-maker," Florian concluded. "You proved that by turning the head of one of my most trusted guards, then by ignoring the lesson Maida was 'kind' enough to try to teach you and finally by trying to run away. A stupid thing to do because we would have offered you survival, encouraged you to become a Viperine. But now it's too late. Now the best you can hope for is to be cleansed by being offered up as a sacrifice to the reptiles!"
Nina felt her knees grow suddenly weak and panic welled up inside her, as she watched Florian take a couple of short steps to one side and raise the horny ringed rattler above his head and shake it.
With an ear-shattering scream she fought furiously to try to break away from the two guards. But they tightened their grip on her and moved her to within inches of the pit. Close enough for her to be able to look down into it and see the deadly reptiles, slithering over each other, waiting for her. Another step and....
CRACK!
The shot came from somewhere off to the side and just outside the adobe wall, the bullet chewing into the sand not more than an inch from the turned-up toe of Florian's bright red slippers. He twisted quickly and Nina followed his startled gaze to a dune just outside the wall, that overlooked the palace grounds.
She saw the glint of sun glance off the barrel of a high-powered rifle. She saw the bronzed face of the man holding the gun. Even from the distance, without his turban and wearing a rough shirt and work pants, she recognized that he was Jon Barrow!
Florian recognized him, too, and began screaming frantically. "You gone crazy! Put down that rifle this minute and come in here!"
The rifle never moved from Jon's shoulder as he shouted back from atop the dune, "Let her go!"
"Like hell I will!" Florian yelled back defiantly, then to his guards, "Throw her into the pit!"
Nina felt the guards edging her forward that one final step....
CRACK!
This time the bullet nicked the toe of Florian's slipper.
"The next one won't miss," Jon threatened, taking careful aim.
With his eyes glued on the figure on the dune, Florian started to repeat his order to the guards. He saw the man atop the dune, who until now, he had considered his number one guard, start to squeeze the trigger. As the gun barked a third time, Florian jumped back ... somehow lost his footing ... and with a blood-curdling scream, he went hurtling backwards into the snake-filled pit.
No one within earshot ever could completely forget the fading cries of terror that arose from the pit as the snakes swarmed over their victim, burying him under their weight.
At Jon's order, the guards immediately released Nina. If anyone, including Maida, had any aspirations about taking over where Florian left off, their ambitions were stalled, at least for the moment, by the rifle that Jon kept trained on them and by what they'd just seen happen to Florian.
Nina needed no second invitation to join Jon on the dune, at the foot of which was parked a dune-buggy, well-stocked with provisions, as well as suitable clothes for her to put on. As they hurried into the buggy and Jon got it rolling, Nina asked, "Do you think anyone will come after us?"
He shook his head and she was pleasantly surprised to learn that now that he wasn't wearing that silly turban, he had tightly curled blonde hair, which together with his bronze-toned skin, made him look very handsome. He said, "I doubt that anybody'll even take the trouble to look for us. I have an idea that with very few exceptions, everybody'll be as happy to get away from there as we are."
They rode a little further, then Nina asked, "What do you suppose will become of The Sultan's Palace?"
"Like all snakes, once its head has been cut off, it'll probably die," he deduced.
A little further on, she posed still another question. "What's going to happen to us, when we get back to civilization?"
He set his jaw determinedly and kept staring straight ahead through the windshield as he said confidently, "We'll make it okay. It's all I needed before, all any man needs-a wife who's worth fighting for."
"Wife?" she echoed and was suddenly keenly aware of the abnormal bumping of her heart. "You-you can't mean-you and I?"
He turned to search her face. "Any objections?"
"Objections? You've got to be kidding!"
He wasn't kidding. In fact, he was dead serious about the whole thing. The gila monsters, the sidewinders, the scorpions and the buzzards who all paused momentarily to watch as he halted the buggy, put his arms around her and kissed her fervently, could attest to that.
