Virgin Tina Sawyer had no idea what she was getting into when she visited Happy Vale Sanitarium on a business trip-nor did she have any idea what would be getting into her.
The "sanitarium" provided rest for the guests, all right, but they needed it after the activities scheduled by the recreation staff. Happy Vale was really a sex resort and provided any service anyone wanted as long as they could pay for it.
The director. Dr. Reinhardt, introduced Tina to some cures she had never known existed, for hangups she didn't know she had. The attendant Boyd, black stud Sam and nurse Myra helped Tina over the hurdles which she didn't want to jump. Only one person seemed to offer the girl any hope of salvation.
CHAPTER ONE
"Fuck you, you little bitch!" the muscular young man shouted at Tina. "We'll give you something to calm you down." Then he turned to the doctor, "Did you see that? She damn near kicked me in the balls! Give her the shot, Doc."
"No!" Tina screamed. Her eyes widened as she stared at the hypodermic syringe which the goateed doctor had produced from behind his back.
She was lying on a couch in his office, where she had been resting to recover from an earlier shock. The doctor and two assistants had just entered the room. Suddenly he was poising a gleaming needle above her arm.
"Restrain her!" Dr. Reinhardt snapped at his husky male assistant.
The man dropped to his knees beside the couch and held Tina's shoulders firmly against the cushions. A pretty red-haired nurse smiled as she watched.
"What are you doing?" Tina demanded of the doctor who was bending over her. "Let me up! You have no right to touch me!"
She struggled futilely against the muscular man who held her down.
"You need this, my dear," Dr. Reinhardt soothingly explained in his best bedside manner as the nurse moved forward to swab Tina's arm. "You are very distraught. This will relax you."
"No!" Tina cried again.
But it was too late. The hypodermic needle pricked her flesh and sank in. She gasped at the sharp little pain.
"There," Dr. Reinhardt said with a sigh, smiling as the fluid from the syring surged into the bloodstream of the pretty eighteen-year-old brunette.
The doctor had scarcely straightened up before Tina felt the effect of the injection. A strange fuzziness seeped through her body, sapping the strength from her muscles. Her perception remained clear, but she seemed to have been robbed of all energy.
"She is ready," the doctor announced after bending forward to examine her eyes.
Ready for what? Tina wondered desperately. What are these people going to do?
The blond male attendant released Tina's arms. She didn't attempt to move them; the mere idea would have been absurd since she scarcely had the energy to blink her eyes. Though she remained acutely aware of everything that was going on, it seemed almost as if it were happening far away, to some people she was watching.
"Shall I strip her now?" the husky, white-coated attendant asked his boss.
"Yes," Dr. Reinhardt said curtly, and backed away.
The red-haired nurse laughed. To Tina the sound tinkled like distant bells.
The male attendant began unfastening Tina's dress. She tried to grapple mentally with the awful thing that was happening to her, but she could make no sense of it. She was angry and offended.
However, she couldn't act on her feelings or even vocalize them. Her body was as limp as a rag doll.
The blond beachboy-type pulled down the top of her dress to bare the overflowing cups of her white brassiere.
This is horrible! Tina thought. No man had ever seen her in her bra before.
Not only was the beachboy seeing her, but so was the doctor and his sultry nurse. All Tina could do was stare as the muscular attendant gently flopped her about on the couch, tugging her dress down past her hips.
Tina's humiliation became intense as the sanitarium attendant rumpled her half-slip around her waist, exposing her white silken panties. Still she could do nothing. She had never felt so outraged or so frustrated in her inability to protect herself. It seemed these people could do whatever they wished to her, and she could only suffer.
"Hurry up, Boyd-for God's sake!" the female nurse exclaimed. "Quit fussing and pull the girl's pants off!"
Tina cringed. Her brain whirled in confusion.
"I want to see her tits first," Boyd said, his rich voice rumbling from his barrel chest.
Tits! Tina's mind echoed. How filthy! Oh, what are they doing to me?
Boyd sat her up and deftly opened the hooks on the back of her bra. Tina desperately wanted to resist. She tried to tense her muscles, but they were limp as spaghetti.
The handsome man pulled her bra away, causing her pert, lovely breasts to jiggle in the nude. They were exquisitely formed-a bit concave at their tops and rounded in perfect fullness below. Her ruby nipples tilted upward.
Boyd, Dr. Reinhardt, and the female nurse all stared at Tina's breasts. She felt as if she were on a stage, performing in a filthy show. A new sensation was added to the swirl produced by the drug: her cheeks were burning fiercely.
"Look at her blush!" the nurse exclaimed, and laughed liltingly again. "What a charming girl!"
"Stop bickering!" Dr. Reinhardt said. "Boyd, remove the rest of her garments."
Tina's shoulders were lowered once more to the couch. She felt her breasts sway as they settled some.
Boyd's eyes sharpened. Myra edged closer. The gray-bearded doctor watched studiously.
Anger, fear and shame swamped Tina's mind.
Boyd knelt beside her and slowly lowered her panties to bare her cream-colored belly and the gush of black hair that ornamented her cunt.
Tina wanted to moan as cool air tickled her pussy. But she couldn't make a sound.
The sanitarium attendant drew her silk panties along her thighs, down her nylon-sheathed legs and over her feet.
"My God, she's beautiful!" Myra said in a quiet tone.
"Yes," Dr. Reinhardt agreed thoughtfully. After a moment he added, "Boyd, spread her legs." NO! Tina thought.
But her vehement mental protest, expressed only by the anguished look in her wide brown eyes, had no effect on the handsome young man who knelt beside her. He gripped her legs behind the knees and raised them, spreading them wide apart. Tina was horrified to realize that the intimate hole between her thighs was grossly laid open to the gaze of her tormentors.
"Is she a virgin?" Myra anxiously inquired as she leaned closer.
"That's what I intend to find out," Dr. Reinhardt said, squatting and peering directly at Tina's delicate black bush.
Boyd continued to hold her knees up and apart as the middle-aged doctor probed with his thumbs in her garden of pubic curls. Tina felt her shame deepening as the doctor's thumbs sank between the tight young cuntlips. Tina felt she would die.
Her torment grew even more intense as Dr. Reinhardt inserted his middle finger in her rosy cunt split. Tina gasped when she felt his finger press her tender hymen.
"She is a virgin," the doctor confidently reported, and allowed her pussylips to snap shut.
"Let me have her!" Myra fervently begged.
"Hell no, Doc!" argued Boyd passionately. "You promised her to me!"
"Shut up, both of you!" the doctor ordered. "We will do what is best for us all-to protect our livelihood. Boyd will take her cherry."
This monstrous announcement penetrated Tina's consciousness like a sharp dart. She was going to be raped! It was almost unbelievable-but true. She couldn't be dreaming this!
She tried with all her will to move, to scream, but could accomplish nothing. The drug she had been given was an invisible gag and set of bonds which held her silent and immobile. She would have been like a vegetable, except that she was aware-she could see and feel and think.
Boyd had risen to his feet. His face was flushed with excitement as he hurriedly took off his white coat.
Staring at him in horror, Tina noted the bulge at the front of his trousers. She knew what this meant: his penis was hard!
Dear God, she desperately prayed, he's going to shove that stiff thing inside me! Stop him! Oh, PLEASE!
Boyd quickly removed his shirt, baring a tanned chest covered by golden fuzz. Myra had dropped into a chair and was gazing daggers at the stud. Dr. Reinhardt watched silently.
Boyd dropped his pants to reveal his bulging jockey shorts. Tina's eyes widened by perhaps a millimeter. That was as much of a muscular response as she could make. But her internal organs responded: Her heart thudded wildly, and she was breathing hard.
When Boyd whipped his briefs down, his large, stiff prick leaped out to bob, then locked into an upward-slanting erection before Tina's shocked eyes.
Oh, no! she thought. It couldn't be that HUGE!
Actually Boyd's cock was of no greater than average dimenions. If anything, it was a bit on the small side, as was frequently the case with very muscular men. But swollen, it seemed the most awesome thing Tina had ever seen.
Wearing only his socks, the male nurse approached Tina. His upthrust cock swayed and his balls quivered tautly at its base. He bent forward, lifted Tina's legs, and settled in a kneeling position before the pretty virgin's wide-open crotch.
Her certainty that the fate next to death was about to happen to her, and that there was nothing she could do to prevent it, sent Tina into a state that verged on a swoon. Yet she clung to the ragged edge of consciousness as Boyd moved close, touching the blunt tip of his cockmeat to her slightly parted cuntslit.
She stared starkly up at him. She couldn't breathe. She felt as if she were strangling.
Giving a grunt, Boyd pushed, and ground his cock against her defenseless cunt. Tina screamed mentally as pain coursed through her. The pain became more intense as her hymen resisted the man's brutal pressure. Then suddenly there was the sense of rending, of being ripped apart, and a thick foreign shape plunged into her, stretching her previously unpenetrated cunt tissues.
Tina's pain lessened, but her consternation increased as she felt Boyd's big hard cock deep inside her pussy.
In amazement she thought, I'm no longer a virgin! They've ruined me!
Boyd began to stroke.
Tina's tissues continued to resist, clinging to the cockshaft. But gradually her pussy became moist, making it possible for Boyd's cock to glide smoothly in and out, though it was a tight fit.
Tina's shock blocked out all thought and prevented her from feeling the slightest pleasure. It was sheer torment, both mental and physical, as Boyd fucked her loose body. Her breasts vibrated against his thick chest.
She felt more humiliated and degraded than she had ever thought possible. She prayed for unconsciousness.
Her prayer was finally answered.
CHAPTER TWO
Tina's ordeal resulted from a conversation she'd had with her invalid father the day before.
Harlan Sawyer was a businessman who had been maimed in an auto accident years ago. He had sold his thriving company and invested in real estate, which he was able to manage from his bedroom. His holdings had grown to include condominiums, industrial tracts, and resort developments.
One of Sawyer's earliest acquisitions was a large, old house downstate which had been offered in a foreclosure sale. He had subsequently leased out the property for use as a sanitarium and had given little thought to it during the intervening period. Now that the five-year lease was about to expire, however, Sawyer felt the time had come to ask for more rent.
He had written the sanitarium's director, suggesting that the latter come to see him about renegotiating the lease. But there had been no response. The rent checks continued to arrive on time, and in a few weeks the lease's automatic renewal clause was due to take effect, continuing the old rental rate for another five years.
Because the property was a relatively insignificant part of the old man's real estate empire, he had neglected following up on his letter. The oversight was called to his attention by Dennis Vanderpool, his secretary, when Tina happened to be in her father's bedroom.
"Oh, don't bother me with that!" Sawyer said with a wave of his arm. "The Lake Sunrise thing is more important. Get Gresham on the line. See how he's coming with those zone-change applications."
"Wait, Dad!" Tina exclaimed, bobbing up from her chair.
Her father's suave, handsome secretary looked at her, but said nothing. He gazed unobtrusively at her thrusting titties to her rounded hips and on down to the sleek shape of her legs.
"You shouldn't be so easy-going!" Tina chided her father. "Maybe that house downstate doesn't mean much to you, but if you let those people get an automatic renewal at the old rate it will be a big windfall for them."
"So?" Sawyer asked, peering at Tina over his glasses. "My time is the most valuable asset I have. I could lose millions chasing after a paltry thousand dollars on a deal like that."
"Why don't you let me drive down and talk with the man who runs the sanitarium," Tina suggested, her eyes brightening with enthusiasm. "My time's free until I have to go back to college."
"But this is business, honey."
"So I'm taking a business course! It will be good experience for me to negotiate a lease."
"Perhaps you're right," Sawyer said thoughtfully. He considered silently for a moment, then added, "Very well. Go down and see Doctor What's-His-Name. Dennis, fill her in on the details, then get hold of Gresham."
"Yes, Mister Sawyer," the secretary responded.
He gathered the papers which were spread out on the table next to his boss' bed and followed Tina from the room. He admired the tick-tock sway of the pretty girl's ungirdled ass.
When the two young people were alone in Dennis' office, he moved up beside her and let his hand gently caress the rear cheeks he had been watching. Offended, Tina twisted away.
"If you do that once more," she said angrily, "I'll tell Dad on you!"
The slender young man smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. "That doesn't worry me. Just this morning your father asked me why I hadn't been able to make some time with you. 'Tina's too repressed,' he said. 'She needs to let her hair down a bit.'"
The girl's cheeks flamed. "Did he say that? Well, I'll just have a talk with him! Now if you'll be good enough to show me the file on the sanitarium property...."
Dennis walked to a cabinet and returned with the folder. He opened it on a table, and Tina leaned slightly forward to examine the file's contents. Standing beside her, Denis reached below her skirt's hem and very carefully lifted his hand, allowing the slack portion of her skirt to gather atop his wrist.
Tina, busy with the file, had no idea what was happening.
When the back of her skirt was raised almost to her bottom, Dennis suddenly smacked his hand against the seat of her silken panties, extending his middle finger into her warm, soft crotch.
The startled girl gasped and straightened quickly. She took a swing at Dennis' face but he grasped her wrist in mid-air and used his other arm to draw her against him. He kissed Tina's parted lips, shoving his tongue between them. Looking over her shoulder, he noticed with delight the reflection of her panty-clad ass in a mirror on the wall.
Tina's briefs were snow-white and they clung to the exquisitely rounded cheeks of her ass. Dennis' cock rose in his clothing to press Tina's belly.
The girl writhed desperately as she felt the stiff cockmeat. It was bad enough for Dennis just to feel and kiss her. Tina's fright gave her the extra strength she needed to break free of his embrace. Panting, she backed up, her cheeks redder than ever.
"That was disgusting!" she exclaimed. "If you ever do that again...."
"Oh, shit!" Dennis said in disgust, and turned toward the file which lay open on the table. "Take this with you. It's got everything in it you need."
"I'll be glad to!" Tina snapped huffily. "I certainly want to get away from you!"
As she strode from the room, carrying the file, she thought about the nerve of the man and how nasty he was. There were types like that at college, but she had nothing to do with them. As far as Tina was concerned, if she never had to submit to sex it would be soon enough. And she certainly wouldn't give herself to any man before she was married, which wouldn't be for a good long time.
Her cheeks still felt warm, and Dennis' offensive conduct continued to rankle, as she sat down in her bedroom to study the file on the sanitarium lease. If there were any questions, she would take them up directly with her father, she decided. But she wouldn't tell him what Dennis had done, on the chance that her father had indeed urged the young man to make a play for her. The entire matter had become too embarrassing.
Tina intended to leave on the two-hundred-mile drive downstate first thing in the morning. She decided not to phone the sanitarium director for an appointment, because she didn't want to give him an opportunity to postpone the interview. This was a matter she wished to settle right away. She would prove to herself, and to her father, that she could swing a business deal as well as anyone.
The sun shone brightly and the air was fresh and clean as Tina drove her Italian sports car through the rolling countryside. Her long brunette hair was tossed by the breeze. Her proud breasts thrust erectly against the clinging fabric of her dress.
It was warm in the little car, despite the air blowing through. Tina's bare thighs above her stocking tops, kept sticking to the vinyl upholstery of the bucket seat. She squirmed continually, but this seemed only to make matters worse. Her skirt gradually worked itself completely out from under her so that not only her thighs, but her panties as well, were in direct contact with the car seat.
There was something senuous about the smooth softness of the vinyl as it cradled Tina's silken-sheathed ass. She squirmed all the more, grinding her hot little pussy against the car seat. Quite against her will, she became aroused.
Spying a gas station ahead, she decided to stop even though she didn't need gasoline. She would have a Coke and walk around for a few moments. Then when she climbed back into the car, she would be careful to fold her skirt underneath her so that she could complete her drive in comfort.
She was on a lightly traveled county road, and the gas station was a dinky relic of the 1930's. Tina turned in and stopped her car next to the tiny frame building. Except for a jalopy parked at the side, there were no other cars about.
Tina opened the door of her car and swung her legs out. She had no way of knowing that inside the station its lone attendant, a rustic youth of about her age, had been eagerly looking at a girlie magazine as he lovingly caressed the shank of his cock which was rock-hard in his grimy jeans. He had raised his gaze at the sound of Tina's car pulling to a stop and was staring through a dirt-smudged window.
She sight of the lovely girl's exquisitely proportioned legs, sheathed in gleaming nylons-and the even more exciting flash of creamy skin above her stocking tops-caused the oafish lad to feel as if his girlie book had come to life. He gulped and clutched his stiff prick fiercely.
As Tina slid off the car seat, her skirt rose higher and her thighs parted a bit. The station attendant almost became unglued as he glimpsed the sleek crotch-strip of the girl's snow-white panties.
She stood, unmindful that her careless exit from the car had been observed. She walked to the old red soft-drink dispenser beside the building and searched in her bag for some coins.
Just as she was about to drop the money in the slot of the machine, Tina realized that she had to urinate.
Better do that, before I drink something cold or I'll be squirming, she decided.
She glanced about. Several paces behind the gas station were two very small structures, marked respectively Ladies and Men. Tina didn't like the idea of taking down her panties in such a crude place. But since she had to wee-wee, what choice was there?
She walked to the ladies' outhouse, unconsciously wiggling her buttocks. Inside the station, the attendant was craning his neck as he ogled Tina through the dirty window.
By this time the boy's hard-on was giving him a fit. He had a lump in this throat and his mouth was dry. His eyes bugged.
Tina opened the creaking door of the outhouse and stared at the board with a hole cut in it. An unpleasant odor drifted up from the shithole beneath. Tina decided to do what she had to do and get out quickly.
She closed the door and was annoyed to note there was no lock. The door didn't even fit tightly. But since Tina had seen no one about the station, she assumed the attendant was busy inside and probably hadn't noted her presence. She presented her backside to the board seat of the toilet and lifted her dress and slip.
In her preoccupation with the door and the foul odor in the stifling little toilet, Tina hadn't noticed a small knothole in the back wall of the structure. As she raised her clothes, an eye was pressed against that knothole.
The station attendant quivered with excitement as he peeped at the girl's beautiful ass in snug, thin briefs. Tina hooked her thumbs around the top of her panties and whisked the filmy undergarment down. Her lusciously contoured ass was bared to the youth's lustful gaze.
Tina bent forward, preparing to squat, and the crack between her buttocks opened. The Peeping Tom nearly flipped as he stared at her tight little asshole, circled by very delicate, tiny black hairs. As she pushed her butt toward him, bending even farther forward, he giddily ogled the hair-covered pouch of her pussy.
The lad ripped his pants open and pulled out his long, hard cock. He stroked it feverishly as Tina hovered above the board seat of the toilet. Her spraddle-legged posture had opened her pussylips. Pale-yellow piss gushed from that delectable rosy crevice and splattered into the sump of the toilet.
The pimply-cheeked station attendant pumped his big prick wildly. He gasped through gaping lips. Just as Tina finished pissing, the lad's geyser erupted, splashing his milky-white semen silently against the rear wall of the outhouse.
He tottered backward, breathing hard. Shame rushed in to supplant his gratified lust, and he glanced guiltily about, fearing another customer might have driven into the station and observed him. But there was no one. He quickly stuffed his moist, softening penis back into his clothes.
Meanwhile Tina had taken tissue from the roll which hung in the outhouse and had wiped herself carefully. She drew up her panties and let the top elastic snap against her middle. Then she ran her fingers around the leg elastics of her briefs, tucking the lace-edged bands beneath her pouting buttocks. She dropped her skirt and slip.
When she emerged with relief from the close quarters of the John, she was surprised to see a grinning, tousle-haired youth leaning against the Coke machine, gazing at her with a strange expression on his face. She quickly composed herself and walked over to him.
"Nice day, huh?" the lad remarked in a friendly way.
"Yes, very nice," Tina said without looking at him directly. Once more she fumbled in her bag for coins.
"Here-let me," the boy said, and pulled some money from his pocket.
"No!" Tina protested. "Why should you...?"
But he had already dropped the coins into the soft-drink dispenser. He handed Tina the bottle that dropped down.
"Thank you," she said shyly, and lifted the cold bottle to her lips.
The boy watched as she drank it. He seemed nice, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her nervous.
Tina was glad to be back in her car a few minutes later and driving away.
The road map which Tina had studied before she left home had given her the name of the intersecting road which would take her to the sanitarium. When she saw the name posted on a plain white post, she quickly made the turn. She found herself on a dirt road that wound higher into the hills. In a secluded pocket between grassy, tree-studded slopes, the rambling old mansion nestled. A sign suspended between the gateposts read, Happy Vale.
How pleasant! Tina thought.
She drove slowly up the graveled drive and stopped in front of the building. For an old house, it appeared to be in excellent condition and had a fresh coat of white paint. The grounds were attractively landscaped.
Tina got out of her car and was impressed by the utter silence. The fresh country air was invigorating.
What a perfect place for people to recuperate from illness! Tina thought. And there must be a lot of people who come here, since the place looks prosperous. All the more reason why Dr. Reinhardt should pay a higher rent.
There were several cars parked on the sanitarium grounds, but no one was about. Tina walked to the front door of the building. Noting a sign that said Enter, she opened the door and walked in.
She found herself in a pleasantly appointed reception room. But no one was there. It was strange, Tina thought, that there was no registration desk, only a small sofa and two chairs.
A hallway led toward the back of the building. Rather than to sit down in the reception area and wait for someone to appear, Tina decided to explore a bit. Surely she had that right, she believed, since her father owned the building and she was there as his representative.
She started down the hall.
"Oooh, baby! Ooooh!"
Tina stopped. The peculiar outcry had come from a room whose door was slightly ajar. Curious, the young woman stepped to the door and glanced through the crack into the room. She gasped.
On a bed in the luxuriously furnished room, a middle-aged man lay stretched on his back. Crouching astride him was a beautiful blonde girl who wore nothing but stockings and a garter belt. Her balloon-like breasts hung above the man's face and he was fondling them as the girl's hips were slowly grinding. Tina realized with horror that the blonde and the man were having sex!
"Fucking" was what Tina thought, because, though she was a prude, she did think in four-letter terms occasionally. How could even a nice girl nowadays ignore words like fuck when the movies, books, and most people's conversation was filled with them?
Tina back away shaking from the open door. A strange hotness had risen between her legs. She knew that patients in a sanitarium were usually permitted considerable freedom, but for one to be allowed to fuck his wife or girl friend on the premises, and without even bothering to shut the door-that was too much!
Tina's shock gave way to indignation, and she strode along the carpeted corridor with greater determination than before, intent upon locating Dr. Reinhardt and demanding an explanation for the loose manner in which he ran the place. After all, her father had an interest as the owner of the real estate.
A door suddenly burst open and a woman in a trim white-and-pink uniform appeared. She was a silver-blonde and extravagantly proportioned. She looked more like a showgirl than a nurse.
"So you finally got here!" she exclaimed, eyeing Tina. "You look a little mousy, but I guess you'll do. I'll show you where to change." She grasped Tina's arm.
"Wait a minute!" the startled girl protested. "You don't understand."
But before she could offer an explanation, Tina found herself being thrust into the room from which the silver-blonde had emerged. It had three dressing tables and a long rack where negligees and strange leather clothing, even whips, were hung.
"Strip to the skin!" the blonde ordered. "Then take a shower." She pointed toward an adjoining room. "What's your dress size?"
"Wait!" Tina cried. "You're making a terrible mistake!"
"You'll be making a mistake, baby, if you don't rustle your ass!" the blonde snapped back. "I've got a guy waiting for you, and he's hot enough to blow his stack right now!"
"A man waiting for me?" Tina asked, puzzled.
"That's what I said! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago. Now get those clothes off and take your shower. I'll tell him you'll be with him in a few minutes."
The blonde turned and hurried from the room, her shapely ass wiggling.
Mystified and perturbed by her strange reception at the sanitarium, Tina followed. She saw the blonde enter a room farther along the hall. Without thinking about what she might be getting herself into, but interested only in getting to the bottom of an odd and disturbing situation, Tina pushed open the door to the room which the blonde had entered. The latter was speaking with a man who wore a yellow terrycloth robe. He was about forty, had pouchy eyes, and was not at all attractive.
"The hell with waiting for her!" the man was saying as he grasped the blonde. "How about you, honey?"
"But I'm the recreation director, Mister Desmond! You can't...."
The blonde stopped talking when she saw Tina. The man saw Tina, also. A grin spread over his heavily jowled face.
"Well, well!" he said. "You're a cute one!"
"You were supposed to change into a different outfit!" the blonde snapped at Tina.
"Never mind that right now," Desmond said, moving up to Tina. "She can dress up later."
"Okay," the blonde replied with a sigh. She added to Tina, "But I want to have a talk with you afterward!" Her blue eyes gave off sparks.
Suddenly the blonde was gone from the room, and Tina was alone with the leering man.
"Hey, baby, you're awful cute," he said. "And young!" He placed his hands on Tina's waist.
She angrily twisted free, glaring at him. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Desmond looked puzzled for a moment, then his oily grin returned. "Oh, I get it. You're a rape specialist, huh? You want me to rip your clothes off. Well, baby, I'll be glad to do that!"
Tina was horrified as the man grasped her and swung her around, tossing her onto her back on the bed. Her legs flew into the air and before she could grab her skirt, it had skidded all the way to her lap.
Desmond stared with hungry eyes at her sleek stockings, scissoring white thighs, and clinging panties.
Tina screamed as he dropped to the bed, landing partially atop her. His pudgy hand was clawing at her pants.
"Go ahead and yell!" the man said, breathing hard. "I like that! All those rooms are soundproofed, so nobody will be bothered."
He began pulling Tina's panties down.
"NOOOO!" she bawled. "What are you doing? STOP it!"
The man's fat hand slid into her partially lowered panties and grasped her hairy cunt. Such a shock went through Tina that her consciousness seemed to waver. She tried desperately to defend herself, but she couldn't keep the awful man from rubbing her pussy forward and back, causing it to tingle madly.
"What a warm little snatch!" he exclaimed, breathing against Tina's face. "I can hardly wait to get in there!"
Get IN? Tina thought. He's out of his mind! That's it-he's a maniac! Oh, my GOD!
The terrified girl kicked and clawed.
"Wow, you really do like it rough!" Desmond puffed, and slapped her across the face.
The blow rattled Tina's brains. Her cheek burned fiercely.
Too stunned to resist for the moment, she lay still as Desmond pulled her nylon panties slitheringly along her stockinged legs.
"Garters!" he said. "I dig garters!"
He bent and pressed his flabby mouth to one of Tina's garter clasps, actually sucking it in as he drooled over her smooth, shapely thigh.
"Let GO of me!" the offended girl exclaimed. "Let me UP!"
"Sure, baby ... sure," Desmond mumbled, brushing her thigh with his lips. "As soon as I've got what I want!"
Again he grasped the soft, furry lips between Tina's legs.
She was beside herself. Her senses were running riot, and her mind was ablaze with fear and anger. She had never been so insulted and debased in her life.
She pushed at the bulky man with all her might and he tumbled over onto his back. Tina struggled to a sitting position. But a new shock momentarily immobilized her as she stared at Desmond's midsection.
Sticking out from between the edges of his yellow robe, standing high, was his rigid, bald-headed penis.
Tina had never seen a cock before.
She couldn't tear her eyes from the horrid, terrifying thing. It was larger and more ferocious-looking than she had imagined a penis would be.
"You like that, huh?" Desmond said, noting the direction of her gaze. "Put your hand on it, baby."
"NO!" Tina cried, and leaped to her feet. Her silken pants were wound around her legs, just below the knees, and they prevented her from running. She grasped them hurriedly and pulled them up.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Desmond protested.
"Take those panties off!"
With her skirt and slip held high as she wiggled her panties into position, Tina ran for the door. She jerked it open and rushed into the corridor.
A young man in a white coat was approaching.
"Ooh, thank God!" Tina sobbed. Her hair was disarrayed and her eyes were wild. "That maniac in there tried to rape me!"
"Rape?" the man asked. "Hey, who are you?"
"I'm Tina Sawyer. My father owns this building. I want to see Doctor Reinhardt!"
The young man gaped at her. "Yeah ... yeah ... okay, everything's gonna be all right. The doctor's office is upstairs. He ain't there right now, but I'll get him. There's a couch where you can lie down."
Still trembling from the terrifying experience she had just endured, Tina let the blond, muscular man guide her up a flight of stairs.
"Just what kind of a place are you running here anyway?" Tina demanded. "First I see a couple having sex, then I'm grabbed and told to take my clothes off, and finally that awful man...."
"Okay ... okay ... just don't get excited. Doctor Reinhardt will explain everything. I hope."
Tina hoped so, too.
CHAPTER THREE
She awoke from drugged unconsciousness with the man still stroking his long, hard prick inside her. He was the same one who had led her to the doctor's office.
The bearded doctor was watching them as he stood a few paces away.
A red-haired nurse was seated in a chair next to the wall, watching with venom in her green eyes.
Tina couldn't move. She couldn't cry out. The room seemed to rotate as the couch shook beneath her. The naked male nurse was spearing her defenseless pussy over and over again, rocking her from hips to head. Tina kept crying, No ... no ... no! in her mind, but she didn't make a sound. There was only the rhythmic creaking of the couch and the blond man's heavy breathing.
His cock finally twitched inside her and he screwed it deep into her ravaged cunt. Tina felt the spurts of his ejaculation.
That was all she felt, except the weight of the man and his log-like cockmeat in her slit. There was not the slightest pleasure ... not even excitement. Revulsion filled Tina's mind.
The man climbed off. His sagging penis dripped goo, and there was a trace of blood around the base of the shank.
I've been fucked! Tina thought. I've really been FUCKED! Ooh, my God in heaven!
"Now we will leave her," Dr. Reinhardt announced.
The red-haired nurse, Myra, jumped up. "Can't I comfort her?" she asked.
"Later if you wish. First we must give her a chance to think about what has happened as the drug wears off. Boyd, tape her mouth and tie her wrists and ankles."
"That's sure some drug," the blond man said as he pulled his pants up. "She couldn't move a muscle."
"At least I'm glad she couldn't fuck back," Myra remarked bitterly.
Ignoring her, Boyd asked the doctor, "How long before that stuff will wear off?"
"An hour, maybe a little longer. I will come back and talk with her then. Myra, come with me."
He and the redhead left the room.
Boyd, finally dressed, looked down at Tina. "Sorry, baby," he said. "But you're some sweet piece of ass! Maybe later we'll get together again, when you can appreciate it more."
Tina felt as if she were losing her mind. Something like this just couldn't have happened to her ... yet it had! Her virginity was destroyed. She had been miserably degraded. And now she was about to be bound and gagged.
She tried to shut her eyes as Boyd approached with some short pieces of clothesline and a spool of wide adhesive tape. But she was still unable to move a muscle.
She felt wet and sore between the legs, and it seemed there was a chasm where she'd had only a shallow slit before.
Tina tried to cry, but she couldn't even make the tears flow.
The whole thing was like some terrible nightmare, yet she knew she was awake.
She felt her ankles being held together and tied. Then Boyd loomed above her, reaching underneath her body to tie her wrists. Finally a length of tape was pressed across her mouth.
Boyd left her to stare at the white acoustical-tiled ceiling, and there was utter silence.
After perhaps half an hour, vitality began to flow back into Tina's muscles. As soon as she was able, she strained at her bonds. But they didn't yield.
She suddenly realized that her eyes were wet. Tears were flowing. Tina tried to scream and, managed a muffled sound.
She gave up and waited, knowing that Dr. Reinhardt would soon return. She thought about what she was going to tell him as soon as he removed the tape from her mouth. And her statements wouldn't be idle threats. After she was released-surely they would have to release her!-she intended to go directly to the police. Dr. Reinhardt and his staff would spend the next twenty years in jail, Tina confidently believed.
The door opened and the middle-aged doctor entered the room. He was alone.
Tina lay perfectly still, following him with her eyes as he approached the couch and looked down at her.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "Make a sound."
"Mmmmm!" Tina said against the tape that gagged her.
"Wiggle if you can."
Tina wiggled, oblivious to the fact that her tits wobbled temptingly.
"You are a very lovely girl." An odd light glimmered in the doctor's gray eyes.
He reached for a chair and drew it up next to the couch. He sat, staring directly at Tina.
"There are some things I wish to tell you first," he announced. "Then I will remove your gag and bonds."
Tina made no effort to reply, realizing it would be futile.
"You are very puzzled and no doubt angry," the doctor began. "You hate me and my staff and intend to see us all in jail. I understand your feelings, but of course I cannot let such a dire development take place.
"Never fear-you will not be harmed. The taking of your virginity represented no harm at all. And if you are concerned about the semen which Boyd ejaculated into you, please do not be. There is a drug which will prevent pregnancy, even though administered several hours after the act."
Tina's indignation increased as she listened to the evil doctor's calm recitation. But she didn't attempt to interrupt him. Her curiosity demanded some answers which she hoped he was about to supply.
"Now, about why we have treated you as we have:
"Unfortunately, since you blundered in here and saw things which I would not wish to have your father or the public at large know about, it was necessary for me to take measures. What I intend to do my dear Miss Sawyer, is to systematically alter your attitudes-in fact, your entire personality-so that you will no longer feel any desire to expose me and my friendly little business."
What rubbish! Tina thought. Alter my attitudes indeed! The man must be as crazy as some of his patients!
Dr. Reinhardt continued:
"The first necessary step in my program was to make it possible for you to engage in sex. I could have accomplished that surgically, of course, but I thought that a simpler and more efficient means would be simply to allow Boyd to fuck you. I didn't expect you to like it, and I realize you did not. It will take a little time for your appreciation of sex to grow. But it will grow, never fear. I will transform you into a sensuous creature.
"Now to answer some questions which you no doubt have about my business: This is supposed to be a sanitarium, and we are so licensed. I am a qualified physician and psychiatrist. But the business in which we are engaged is more lucrative than a sanitarium operation would be. Stated as simply as possible, we are devoted to the purpose of providing carnal pleasure to men-and even some women-who either find it impossible, or not sufficiently exciting, to arrange such things for themselves. This is, in essence, a sex resort. People come to us from throughout the country, and they pay us large fees to have their most lascivious desires brought to life.
"You can now no doubt appreciate why I can't afford to let you make trouble for me. If your father were to find out what we are doing here, he undoubtedly would terminate our lease-and perhaps force the local authorities to take action against us, as well. That would destroy my business and cost me the loss ultimately of a million dollars or more."
Tina was amazed by what she had heard, and her eyes revealed her reaction. Perhaps the most startling thing Dr. Reinhardt had said was his revelation that he intended to convert her into a person who enjoyed sex. That was absurd, of course. Tina would have laughed in his face if she wasn't still seething with shame and anger over what had happened to her. She was newly ashamed, also, because she was practically naked as she lay bound and gagged in front of the horrid man. Her dress and slip were rumpled at her waist, and the only other coverings she possessed were her stockings and garter belt.
"Now I am going to untie your wrists and ankles," Reinhardt went on. "But I will keep your mouth gagged for the moment. All rooms in this building have been soundproofed, for reasons which you may be able to appreciate, but I am going to take you to a bathroom across the hall and I wouldn't want you to make a disturbance in the corridor."
The doctor walked to his desk and pressed a button.
Tina was still afflicted by a sense of unreality about everything that was going on-particularly by the doctor's stated intentions. Didn't he realize that her father would become worried if she didn't return home that night? Didn't Reinhardt know that the police would be notified and there would be an immediate investigation at the sanitarium?
The office door opened. Boyd and Myra entered, the latter carrying a plain dressing robe.
Dr. Reinhardt bent over Tina and began untying her ankles.
"Remove the bond from her wrists," he instructed Boyd.
In a few moments Tina could move her arms and legs. Her muscles seemed none the worse for their period of enforced inactivity.
Myra and Boyd helped her to stand. Her breasts jiggled shamefully and both persons ogled them. Tina was grateful at least that her skirt and slip had dropped to cover her midsection and thighs. The soreness between her legs had dulled, but she still felt slimy down there.
Myra helped her into the robe. Tina didn't resist, because she knew it would do no good. Anyway, she would soon be rescued by the police, she believed. There was no way Reinhardt could prevent that!
"Myra, check the hallway and make sure no one is out there," the doctor ordered. "Boyd, hold onto the girl."
The muscular man gripped Tina's arm. She avoided looking at him.
"It's all clear," Myra announced from the doorway.
Boyd moved Tina forward, with Dr. Reinhardt following. She was walked across the corridor and into a bathroom which had a tub and separate stall shower. The place was tiled and spotlessly clean.
Reinhardt closed the door and locked it.
"Now you may remove the tape from the young lady's mouth," he told Boyd.
This was accomplished carefully and produced no pain-only a stinging sensation as the adhesive was pulled away.
Tina moved her jaws and took several deep breaths.
"Well, what do you have to say?" Dr. Reinhardt asked her.
Tina didn't reply. She merely glared at him. She had decided that the less she said, the better. If Reinhardt didn't realize that the police were going to come, she didn't want to tip him off.
"Very well," he replied to her silence. "Myra, draw water in the tub. Boyd, you will help Myra bathe the girl."
"Now wait a minute!" Tina broke her silence to exclaim. "Nobody's going to bathe me! I want to take a bath because I feel slimy. But I'll do it myself!"
"My dear young woman," Reinhardt said, "for the next few days, you will do nothing by yourself. There will be someone with you every moment."
"Few days?" Tina responded angrily. "What makes you think you'll be able to...."
Better not say any more, she decided, and cut off the sentence in mid-course.
Reinhardt ignored her response, telling Myra, "Remove her clothes."
Once more Tina had no choice but to permit herself to be stripped in the presence of all three persons. This time every stitch was removed from her. She felt a new flood of shame. She tried to place a hand in front of her triangular hair-patch and an arm in front of her breasts, but Boyd and Myra jerked both arms down. Tina colored.
"She's still blushing," Myra observed. "I like that."
"You had better enjoy it while you can," Reinhardt said, "because she won't be blushing for long. The tub is ready. Turn off the water."
Myra quickly complied.
"Won't you please let me bathe myself?" Tina asked the doctor.
"This is part of your treatment, my dear," he said gently but with firm resolution. "You may climb into the tub of your own accord, however."
Tina saw no way to avoid the indignity. Anyway, she badly needed a bath.
As soon as she was settled in the warm water, Boyd knelt beside the tub.
"I shall leave you to care for her," Dr. Reinhardt told his assistants. "It's very important that she not get away. After the bath, you know where to take her ... and please use the tape on her mouth."
As soon as the doctor had left, Myra began to take off her clothes.
"What're you doing?" Boyd demanded.
"Shut up, stud," the red-haired woman said.
She stepped out of her nurse's uniform, revealing a simple white bra and half-slip. Tina stared at her from the bathtub, wondering what she had in mind.
Myra stretched to unhook her brassiere, then drew the cups away, revealing her small, pale tits. Boyd glanced at them but quickly returned his gaze to Tina, obviously preferring her more thrusting and shapely knockers.
Tina, on the other hand, was fascinated by Myra's breasts because they were so dainty, with such tiny nipples. No one's nudity really appealed to Tina, but there was a streak of curiosity in the young woman's makeup, and she possessed an appreciation for esthetic values. The delicacy of Myra's breasts and their vivid color contrast-bright rosy nipples against alabaster skin-impressed her.
There was more to. see as the pretty nurse continued disrobing. She lowered her half-slip and stepped from it. Underneath she wore simple bikini briefs-snowy-white like the rest of her clothes-and no stockings.
In a wink, Myra whisked her panties down, uncovering a small cloud of wispy red hair which clung to the prominent curve of her pussy. Myra's body was extremely sleek and trim, and Tina was somewhat surprised to discover that the other woman's pubic hair exactly matched her flaming hairdo.
Boyd gave Myra another glance, but even her titian-decorated pussy couldn't keep him from quickly returning his gaze to Tina.
Myra knelt beside him. She smiled at Tina. "Now for a nice pleasant bath," she murmured.
Tina said nothing. She wasn't looking forward to being soaped and fondled by either Boyd or Myra. One seemed about as bad as the other, since Tina had the clear impression that Myra was interested in her as a sex object. She had never had any experience with Lesbians, but she had heard about them and they frightened her as much as men did.
Myra picked up a bar of soap and quickly began to make a lather.
"What am I supposed to do?" Boyd inquired ruefully.
"Just make sure she doesn't jump out," Myra said, and cupped one of Tina's breasts with a soapy hand.
A little shock went through the apprehensive girl.
"You have delightful titties," Myra purred sensually as she soaped one of the thrusting mounds, paying particular attention to Tina's sensitive nipple.
"Please don't call them that!" Tina snapped, having to struggle a bit to keep her voice steady. Though she was offended by what was happening, there was a certain superficial physical response which she couldn't ignore.
It's just that it tickles to have someone touch me there, Tina thought.
Myra left one of her breasts nice and soapy and began lathering the other. The tickling, or whatever it was, grew more intense, and Tina unaccountably began to squirm against the hard bottom of the bathtub.
A liquid look came into Myra's green eyes. She gently splashed water onto Tina's tits, washing the soap away and leaving the girl's ruby nipples gleaming. Tina couldn't help glancing down, and she noted that both nipples were extremely stiff, canting slightly upward from her delectable cones.
Myra's hands were now at work beneath the surface of the water, stroking Tina's belly. The young woman quaked inside.
"Please ... stop it!" she implored, her voice trembling.
"Now you don't really want me to stop, do you?" Myra asked, and kept rubbing her groin.
Tina didn't reply, realizing it would do no good to argue.
Myra began to rub the wet fluff on Tina's mons. Sharper stabs of sensation coursed through her.
What's the matter with me? she wondered wildly. I've never felt like this before!
Then Tina realized that she had never been stroked like this before.
"Stand up," Myra murmured.
"No!" Tina said.
"Lift her!" the naked nurse snapped at Boyd.
"You dumb dyke!" Boyd retorted. "The doc didn't say you was the mess around!"
"Mind your own business, motherfucker!" Myra said.
Tina's mind reeled at the filthiness of the term.
"I don't have to take that kind of talk from you!" Boyd flared.
"What are you going to do about it?" Myra challenged him.
"I'll get back at you someday," he promised.
"Now you've got me scared," Myra answered drily. "Lift her up!"
"I'll get up by myself," Tina said, not wanting to be touched unnecessarily.
She scrambled to her feet in the slippery bathtub. Her quivering titties held Myra's adoring gaze. As soon as Tina was positioned on her feet in front of the kneeling nurse, Myra reached up and cupped both her breasts. Tina steeled herself against the strange sensations that coursed through her as the Lesbian fondled her wet, pliant boobs.
I'm nervous, that's all it is! Tina thought. They make me nervous.
She wished she knew what time it was, so she might have an idea how long she would have to wait before the police came to look for her. Her father would expect her at home by six or seven o'clock.
Myra's hands trailed down Tina's damp body, sliding to her back. They clutched the young woman's plump but firm buttocks.
A new shock coursed through her. She began to feel strange between her legs; she couldn't understand it.
Myra suddenly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the damply matted hair on Tina's cuntmound. The eighteen-year-old gasped.
"Shit, I ain't gonna stay here and watch this!" Boyd announced, and stood.
"You don't have to look, but you'd better stay here," Myra retorted. "If the girl gets away, it will be your ass in a sling."
Tina tried to shut her ears to the filthy words that were crackling back and forth. She tried to shut out the sensations she was feeling, also. Neither effort was successful.
As Myra gently fondled her slippery buttocks and nuzzled her pubic fur, she became more and more jittery. At the same time she resented more strongly the abuse to which she was being subjected.
These people will pay for this! she vowed. Every one of them!
Myra glided her hands around to Tina's front.
Her thumbs gently rubbed the wet hair on the young woman's sexual labia. Wild prickling sensations coursed through Tina. She wanted to cry out, but bit her lip instead.
The awful humiliation would soon be over, she believed.
Myra, digging her thumbs gently down between Tina's thighs, worked the soft lips of her pussy apart and admired the pink, glistening flesh within.
"Ooooh, STOP IT!" Tina cried, trembling.
Myra laughed softly. She picked up the soap and began to build a lather between her hands.
"We're going to get that pussy all nice and clean," she said.
"Must you use those vulgar words?" Tina demanded.
"Pussy isn't vulgar," the nurse replied. "I like it a lot better than vulva or vagina, don't you?"
"Why don't you come right out and call it a cunt like men do?" Boyd taunted. "You're a man at heart, ain't you?"
"Oh, go play with your peter," Myra said.
Tina shut her eyes. But she quickly felt a wavering sensation and feared she might fall, so she opened them again.
Myra applied her soapy hands to the wedge of hair at the base of Tina's belly. She began to lather the young woman's soft sexual organ.
Tina's legs grew weak. When Myra gently urged them apart with her hands, Tina complied. This permitted the nurse to stroke all the way through Tina's crotch. A fingertip wedged itself between Tina's rubbery buttocks and tickled her asshole, making the puckered slit throb. Myra worked her cuntal lips apart and stroked between them.
This is so awful! Tina thought. But her brain was getting giddy in a way it had never done before.
A finger gently reamed the oval aperture of her vagina, spreading lather there. This soothed the slight soreness that had persisted since Boyd had raped her. The nurse's finger ventured deeper until it was sticking all the way up Tina's cunt. She quaked spastically and the smooth flesh of her belly shivered.
Myra worked carefully in and out of all the folds of Tina's warm little pussy, then lathered up and down her legs.
"You can sit back down in the water now," she purred.
Tina was grateful for this, at least. But if she had known what was going to happen next, she wouldn't have felt that way.
No sooner had she settled herself once more in the tepid water than Myra climbed into the bathtub with her. She worked her legs under Tina's and sat facing her.
"Please ... PLEASE!" the young woman cried desperately.
"Ooh, quit fussing," Myra said gently, and scooted forward.
Her pussy smacked wetly against Tina's, drawing yet another gasp from the tortured girl. Myra gently ground her hips, caressing Tina's cunt with hers, as she lightly fondled the teenager's tits.
"Oooh ... nooh ... nooooh...." Tina panted, shutting her eyes as she tossed her head from side to side, her long hair swaying.
Myra's thumbs bent and flicked her tingling nipples.
"Touch my tits," Myra whispered. Tina didn't comply.
The other girl stopped fondling Tina's breasts long enough to grasp her hands. Myra carried the hands to her own body, clamping them around her small but very sensitive titties. She then resumed stroking and gently jiggling Tina's boobs.
Boyd sat on the lid of the toilet and watched the women in the tub. Despite his resentment of Myra and what she was doing, he became aroused.
After a while he stood and unzipped his pants. Tina's eyes goggled as he took out his long, rigid penis.
"Wh-what're you going to do?" she asked, trembling.
"Myra, let's show her something," the man said, and stepped forward, directing his erect penis toward the face of the red-haired nurse.
She looked at his projecting, rosy-headed cock.
"Well, this isn't exactly my cup of tea," she said, "but I'm hot enough to do most anything now."
She reached out and grasped Boyd's erection. He moved closer.
Tina had no idea what was going to happen. But she was curious, forgetting her own shame and discomfort for the moment.
Myra kept her crotch pressed against Tina's as she directed her head to the side and leaned toward Boyd's upward-slanting pole. The nurse's pink mouth opened. Her tongue emerged.
No! Tina thought. She isn't actually going to....
But she did.
She licked Boyd's swollen cockhead.
Tina could scarcely believe her eyes as she watched the nurse's moist little tongue slither over the upthrust prick of the man who stood next to the bathtub. Such things just weren't done-except by very bad people, perhaps.
Well, perhaps these people were just that bad, she concluded. The worst that were!
She kept watching, and she shuddered inwardly. But there was a weird fascination about Myra licking Boyd's sexual organ-the thing that he pissed through as well as the tool he used in fucking.
Boyd obviously enjoyed it. He screwed up his face and tilted back his head. His cock quivered, spastically jerking as Myra chased the bobbing knob with her fluttering tongue.
Then suddenly the wanton nurse opened her mouth and took in Boyd's entire smooth, bulging cock. Her cheeks rhythmically indented and relaxed as she sucked. Her throat muscles worked, indicating that she was swallowing.
Tina had never seen anything so disgusting-yet so fascinating!-in her life. Her hands dropped away from Myra's breasts as she watched.
Boyd was rocking forward and back on the balls of his feet, stroking his rigid prick in and out of the pink, sucking circle of Myra's lips. Myra, with her eyes closed, was lunging in counterpoise to Boyd's mouth-fucking thrusts. At the same time, she vigorously ground her cunt against Tina and clutched the latter's breasts, squeezing, as Tina's nipples drilled into her palms.
The frantic action which was causing water to splash from the tub, suddenly came to a stop, and there was only the quivering of Boyd's cock in Myra's mouth as he groaned. Myra made an obscene gurgling sound. Her lips and throat muscles kept working rhythmically.
Watching with eyes that seemed about to bug out, Tina saw a trickle of whitish fluid emerge from Myra's mouth, oozing out around the shank of Boyd's penis. The goo drooled down Myra's chin and hung there.
Finally Tina shut her eyes.
She was offended to the depth of her being, and she felt miserably ashamed for having been a part of the disgusting incident. Physically she was more nervous than ever. The "bath", far from relaxing her, had infused her with an odd new tension.
This place, where she found herself a prisoner, was surely the most sinful house in creation. It sickened her to realize that her father owned it.
But it wouldn't be long before she was rescued, Tina kept assuring herself. Then her father would clear these evil people out, and they would all get their just desserts.
Tina was helped from the tub. Boyd and Myra toweled her, then put on her robe.
Boyd produced a spool of adhesive tape for her mouth.
"You don't need to use that," Tina said. "I won't cause any trouble." Boyd glanced at Myra.
"It's all right," said the red-haired nurse, who had gotten dressed by that time. "I believe Tina is beginning to like it here."
"If this is a trick," Boyd said to the young girl, "I can slap my hand over your mouth real fast."
"Don't worry," Tina murmured. "I'm not going to scream."
Boyd and Myra walked her from the bathroom and down the hall. True to her word, Tina caused no commotion. The smartest thing for her to do, she believed, was just to wait.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tina was taken to a private bedroom, appointed very much like the one where she'd had her shocking experience with the man named Desmond.
There was a window which looked out on the rolling green countryside. The calm, natural beauty seemed in stark contrast to the evil goings-on within the house. Since the room was on the second floor, Tina gave no thought to attempting an escape. Anyway, that was unnecessary, she believed. Waiting was the safest course.
"That off that robe," Myra instructed.
"But I have nothing else to wear," Tina said. "Where are my clothes?"
"You won't need them. Take off the robe, please." Myra held out her hand.
Tina clutched the wrapper more snugly about her. "No! I don't like to be naked."
Myra studied her for a moment, then sighed. "Very well. You may keep the robe for the time being."
The nurse turned to leave. Boyd already had stepped into the corridor.
Tina followed Myra to the door. "Am I going to be left alone now?"
"For the moment."
Myra stepped outside and shut the door. Tina heard the lock click.
Though she felt like a caged animal, it was a relief at least to be by herself. She sat on the edge of her bed and tried to relax.
Tina's thoughts reverted to the loss of her virginity and to the additional abuse to which she had been subjected since arriving at the so-called sanitarium. Indignation welled up within her. She stood and began pacing.
In a few minutes the door opened and, by that time, Tina was ready to unload her anger on whomever appeared. It was the doctor. Tina was just about to speak when another man appeared behind Dr. Reinhardt. This fellow was big and black, with a head shaved as smooth as a billiard ball. He looked to be in his middle twenties and was well over six feet tall. His body was athletically trim without being muscle-bound.
Tina's surprise at seeing a Negro in the place stilled the angry outburst she had been about to unleash.
The black man closed the door as Dr. Reinhardt confronted Tina.
"Lie down, please," the doctor said.
"Why?" Tina demanded, her eyes flashing. She glanced again at the Negro. "What are you going to do?"
"I am going to advance your metamorphosis," the doctor said. "Your transition to sensual appreciation."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Tina snapped. "You can't change me into something I'm not. You should have learned that by now "
"On the contrary, my dear," Dr. Reinhardt replied calmly. "I have been persuaded that exactly the opposite is true. Now will you lie down or ...?" He glanced meaningfully at the huge Negro who had moved forward to stand beside him.
Tina decided she had better comply. She didn't want the black man to so much as touch her. She lay on the bed.
"Very good," Dr. Reinhardt said, drawing up a chair. He sat. "Now if you will please raise the sleeve of that robe...."
"What for?" Tina asked suspiciously.
"Please, my dear. Asking questions at every step of the way will be of no value."
Tina sat up. "You're not going to give me another shot?!"
"Sam," Dr. Reinhardt said.
The Negro sprang onto the bed, straddling Tina and forcing her flat on her back. The breath was knocked out of her. Her brain went into a dizzy whirl.
She tried to struggle, but it was to no avail. From the corner of her eyes she saw Reinhardt remove a plastic pouch from the side pocket of his white coat. Sam forcibly raised her sleeve.
"NO!" she cried. "My God, nooo!"
But as Sam held her virtually immobile, her arm was swabbed by the doctor. A gleaming hypodermic syringe appeared. Moments later, the needle pricked Tina's flesh and sank in.
She was expecting an effect such as she had experienced earlier-a loss of muscular power. But this time, an entirely different result was produced. As Sam released her and climbed off the bed, she began to feel drowsy. However, she didn't drop off to sleep. She felt perfectly relaxed in both mind and body.
"Now, my dear, you will listen to me," Dr. Reinhardt said, leaning close and looking directly into her eyes. "You will concentrate on every word I say and do exactly as I command you. Do you understand?"
Tina was surprised to hear herself answer, "Yes."
"You feel very good now. Very calm. Everything is pleasant. Is that not so?"
"Yes."
"Look at Sam. He is a very handsome man. Do you agree?"
"Yes, he is handsome." To Tina, her own voice seemed to come from far away, and it had the quality of one speaking in one's sleep. Yet she was wide awake and extremely alert, particularly to Dr. Reinhardt's voice.
"I am going to leave you alone with Sam. You will do whatever you feel like. Sam will take good care of you-very good care indeed. There is no reason to be afraid of him. His only purpose is to give you pleasure. Do you understand?"
Tina said, "Yes."
She gazed up at the big, strong black. His eyes seemed warm and compassionate. She was no longer afraid of him. She no longer felt any dislike of him whatever.
"You will remember everything I have told you," Dr. Reinhardt said as he arose. "You are about to experience the greatest pleasure of your life."
The doctor left the room and quietly shut the door behind him. "Well, little mamma...." the Negro said as he smiled down at Tina, showing white gleaming teeth.
Tina said nothing. She only stared at him. She felt very strange, but not in the least uncomfortable.
The black man, watching her every moment, began to take off his clothes. Tina wasn't shocked. She watched with interest.
After kicking off his sandals, the man stepped out of his plain white trousers. Tina looked at the bulging pouch of his jockey-style briefs. Sam pulled up his white T-shirt, baring a gleaming dark chest which was devoid of hair. Finally he took hold of his briefs at the top and lowered them.
His cock hung slightly forward from his balls-thick, long, and curving like a dark, delicious-looking baloney. The head of his organ was bare and purplish-hued. Surrounding his balls was black, kinky hair that clung close to his flesh.
"You like old Sam?" the man asked, his voice smooth and mellow.
"I ... I...." Tina seemed to be struggling, but it was a struggle over which she had no conscious control. "Yes."
Sam chuckled. "I knew you would. Now let's just open up that robe of yours and find out how pretty you are."
He bent and deftly unfastened the garment. He laid it completely open.
Tina felt no shame. On the contrary, she experienced a sense of exhilaration. She didn't understand this, but the puzzle didn't disturb her.
"You have a very pretty body," Sam said. Still standing, he gently tweaked the tip of one of Tina's titties.
She felt a sharp little thrill. It was different from the feeling she'd had when Myra had touched her that way. Then she had been confused and guilty; she had resisted the sensuous stimulation. This time she felt the sensation strongly and clearly, without the slightest negative effect.
Continuing to bend over her, Sam trailed his large black hand down across Tina's belly and gently ruffled her pussy curls. She uttered a little moan. She immediately became warm between her thighs and wanted to part her legs. But she didn't do so. Her heartbeat accelerated.
Sam straightened and, when Tina looked up at him, she noticed that his cock had lengthened and was higher than when she had first glimpsed it. But it still wasn't completely stiff. She gazed at his large purplish glans, then at his huge balls which were now plainly revealed.
A funny sensation went through the drugged girl. She didn't know just how to interpret it, but it was clear to her that she wasn't afraid of Sam's sexual organs. They fascinated her. She had an impulse to reach out and touch them, but she held back. She wasn't sure why.
Sam moved closer to Tina's head, watching her all the time. The increased proximity of his privates gave her more excitement. She squirmed a little.
"Go ahead ... touch me," Sam said. His voice was so rich and deep, yet soft!
Trembling, Tina lifted her hand. Her slender white fingers encircled the taut dark shank of Sam's penis. Grasping it, she felt the heat in him-and the strength. His prick stiffened more until it was sticking straight toward her.
Tina scented his arousal. She felt a lump in her throat. She was throbbing more strongly than ever between the legs.
"Know what that's called?" Sam asked gently as she held his penis.
"Your cock," Tina said. She felt a new little thrill.
Sam smiled a bit. "Know another word for it?" Tina said, "Prick."
"Any more?"
She hesitated, searching her mind. "Pecker?" she asked, looking up at Sam. He laughed softly. "Where'd you hear that one?"
"I ... I guess I read it."
"Well, it's a good old-fashioned word. Know what my pecker's good for?"
"Yesss."
Tina was very hot by now. She didn't know whether holding Sam's stiffening organ or speaking the dirty words was mainly responsible. But she didn't care.
"Tell me," Sam urged.
"Your pecker is ... is ... for fucking."
Tina felt his shaft throb in her hand.
"Now you've got the right idea, mamma. Yes, sir. Want me to fuck you?" Sam gently stroked his hand across her tits.
"I ... I don't know."
"Oh, sure you do. Fucking's lots of fun. You'll really dig it. Want me to show you how much fun it can be?"
"If you ... want to," Tina said.
Sam chuckled, and gently dislodged her hand from his shaft. The thing snapped bolt upright. His balls quivered.
"You know what I just think I'll do?" Sam said slowly as he ran his hand meanderingly along Tina's front, his fingers finally entwining themselves in her pubic curls. "I think I'll give you a lot of good lovin'-all kinds of good lovin'-and maybe that'll help you make up your pretty mind."
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees next to Tina. She seemed to be throbbing from head to toes. She wanted what was going to happen, without really thinking about it. She wasn't really thinking at all. It was strange.
Sam snuggled down, fondling her smooth pliant tits as he brought his face near them. She watched his rosy, moist tongue come out. Then his tongue was licking an upthrust nipple.
"Yessss ... ooooh, yessss!" Tina breathed.
Sam pinched her tit between his thumb and fingers, forcing the nipple even higher and causing her whole breast to throb. He waggled his tongue back and forth across her nipple, bending the rubbery stud. It felt so hot and hard, it seemed about to explode.
Suddenly Sam caught the nipple between his lips and gently tugged at it. Tina moaned. He licked and sucked her throbbing titty.
As he turned to the other one, he slid his hand down Tina's front. Her legs opened of their own accord as his hand approached her primary pleasure zone. Tina was thrilled as he rubbed her soft, fur-lined pussy up and down. The lips were very moist.
Sucking gently at her tit, Sam deftly opened the lips of her clammy-warm cunt. His long index finger stroked the hard, highly sensitive head of her clitoris.
Tina gasped. She felt a great surge of pleasure building up within her, as if it were trying to explode.
Sam's finger glided deeper into the slippery, narrow vault between her legs. He tickled the palpitating, oval mouth of her vagina. His second finger joined the first, and the middle digit entered Tina's very hot, narrow cunt. He stroked his finger in and out of her, literally fucking her with it.
"Does that feel good?" he murmured, his thick lips caressing her nipple.
"Ooh, God, yesss!" Tina panted.
Her hips jerked spastically against Sam's stroking hand.
"Tell me what you really want, baby. Make it plain."
The words formed in Tina's mind. They seemed to want to explode from her lips. Something held them back for a moment.
Then suddenly Tina said, "Fuck me!"
"You really want it, mamma?" Sam purred, still giving her his finger.
"Oooh, yessss!"
"Ain't this finger good enough?" Sam teased.
"Nooo!" Tina writhed, burning up with a passion such as she had never before known.
"What do you want instead?" Sam asked, still nuzzling her breast.
"This!" Tina cried, and grasped his big hard cock which was standing up against her side.
"Tell me," Sam said patiently.
"Give me your prick!" Tina demanded. "Stick your prick innn me! Ooh damn you, FUCK meeee!"
Sam rolled atop her. Tina's brain was in a whirl. She seemed to be throbbing all over. She lifted her lovely legs. She waited breathlessly for the thrust.
"Unh-uh," Sam suddenly said. "You ain't quite ready yet."
"Yes, I AM!" Tina cried. "Ohhhh, PLEASE!"
Chuckling, Sam propelled himself backward. He pressed his mouth against Tina's belly, and she jumped. His lips brushed her pubic hair.
"Nooh ... ooooh, nooooh ... AAAH!"
Sam's mouth was against her pussy, burrowing into the slippery-smooth split. His tongue was out. He carefully licked Tina's clitoris.
"OOOOH!" the girl cried, and came.
It was like a crashing of comets, with fire spewing all through her. She bumped and vibrated. She felt a wave of bliss, then another as Sam kept licking her tingling clithead.
Suddenly he surged forward, scrambling fully atop her. The urgent prong that thrust upward from the base of his belly entered between her cuntal lips, forced its way into her tight but slippery vaginal mouth, and sank deep inside her.
"OOOOH!" Tina bawled again.
Her belly gave another bump.
Leaning on his elbows, Sam ran his hands down between her back and her spread-open robe. He clutched the taut, pliant globes of her ass. With his fingertips in her silken, warm crack, he wiggled her asscheeks while he stroked his hard prick up and down inside her.
Tina nearly swooned. She kept coming.
Sam fucked her slowly and powerfully. His prick was breathtakingly long. It was tickling her way up inside, deeper than Boyd had gone. And the way Sam was twisting her bottom caused her slick cuntal walls to swirl around his pumping shaft.
Tina slipped into a realm of blissful abandon. She moaned and flopped about beneath the black man. His chest bore down against her vibrating titties. She flexed her long, beautiful legs in the air as Sam wiggled her ass and fucked her steadily.
Climax followed climax, each a bit sweeter than the last. Sam didn't come. Finally Tina's eyes rolled back, and her legs fell heavily to the mattress.
Sam backed up, and his cock withdrew suckingly from her tight cunt.
She was hardly aware of what was happening as Sam jostled her about, removing the open robe from her arms. Then he rolled her onto her belly.
"Up on your knees, mamma," he said, and gave her a none-too-gentle slap across the ass.
Tina moaned but did as he had directed. Sam pushed against her shoulder blades, mashing her chest against the bed.
Tina's pretty bottom was aimed up at him as Sam moved between her knees. Grasping his prick, he worked its head into her slippery slit. He shoved, nailing Tina deeply.
"Ooooh ... no more ... no more!" she moaned.
Sam paid no attention. With his black hands spread fan-like across her white, rounded hips, he began to pump. The bulging knob of his penis coursed up and down in Tina's tight vagina.
Her cheek was pressed against the pillow. She opened her eyes and saw, in the dresser mirror a few feet away, a complete reflection of Sam and herself. The view was a shocking one, but Tina wasn't shocked. She was excited to see the big black man kneeling behind her upthrust butt, driving his hips. She even glimpsed the thick, dark shaft of his prick as it alternately appeared and sank out of sight.
In ... in ... into her it thrust, jolting her, rocking her, giving her a new, strong rush of excitement. In moments, Tina was coming again.
She moaned and whimpered as burst after burst of pure pleasure exploded inside her, sending tentacles of warmth to all parts of her body.
Sam speeded up his thrusts into her tingling, clutching cunt. His straight, firm belly was spanking her bouncy ass.
"OOOOH!" Tina cried, and sprawled forward, limp with satiation.
Sam followed her down, his long cock burrowing deep into her belly as he ground his fuzzy delta against her bottom. He jerked, and his hot spurts struck her deep inside.
Tina went into a final flurry of orgasmic vibrations. Her hot cunt contracted around Sam's twitching rod, and he squirted more.
Tina felt positively full of his juice by the time he quit coming.
She sighed, and the sound seemed to come from the tips of her toes.
The Negro pulled out of her and backed off the bed. Tina turned her head and gazed at him blearily as his wet cock slumped, drooling a bit of semen from its tip.
"Did you like it?" Sam asked, and gave her a friendly smile.
"Ooh, you KNOW I did!"
"Yeah, mamma, I know it," Sam said, and he laughed softly.
It wasn't a cocky laugh, but one of warm satisfaction.
Tina lay still. Her body continued to throb dully. But she felt perfectly relaxed-more satisfied than she had ever been in her life.
Sam found some tissue, wiped himself, and began climbing into his clothes.
"The doc will be back in a little while," he said. "You just rest now."
That was precisely what Tina wanted to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Dr. Reinhardt arrived, the drug hadn't yet worn off. Neither had the magnificent effect of Sam's fucking.
Tina had never imagined that a girl could feel as good as she felt right then.
She still lay on her belly, as Sam had left her. She rolled onto her back, being careful to keep her thighs as close together as possible. She felt very warm, though sticky, in there.
She didn't attempt to shield her naked charms from Dr. Reinhardt's wise gray eyes.
He smiled faintly. "Feeling all right, aren't you?"
All right? That was a weak way of putting it. She felt wonderful! "Yes," was all she said.
"Then you are going to do something for me ... and for yourself."
Reinhardt produced a telephone which he had been holding out of sight at his side. He bent and plugged the cord into a jack just above the baseboard, beside the bed.
"What's that for?" Tina asked, because the drug hadn't affected her curiosity.
"I am going to call your father and you will tell him you have decided to remain here with us for a few days."
"What?" Tina was suddenly confused.
Dr. Reinhardt repeated the instruction, almost word for word.
"But ... but...." Tina said.
"You will do this, Tina!" the gray-bearded man said firmly. "Remember, you must do whatever I say."
"Yes," she replied mechanically.
However, something in the back of Tina's mind was resisting.
"Please give me your father's number-his private line, if he has one."
Tina thought for a moment. The number seemed to elude her.
"Come, come," Reinhardt prompted. "When you call your father, what number do you use?"
The answer flashed in Tina's mind, and she told him.
Reinhardt began dialing the telephone.
Tina sat up, her pert titties nodding. A few moments ago, everything had seemed perfect. Suddenly she was no longer sure. She watched Dr. Reinhardt strangely as he spoke into the phone:
"Mister Sawyer? How are you, sir? This is Reinhardt at the Happy Vale Sanitarium." He paused briefly. "Very well, thanks." He paused again. "Yes, your daughter is here, and may I say she is a charming young lady?" He chuckled amiably. "We have discussed the renewal of the lease, Mister Sawyer, and I believe we have reached an understanding. Your daughter was so taken with our place that she has decided to spend a few days with us. I'll let her talk to you-all right?"
Reinhardt handed the phone to Tina without saying a word.
The young woman's heart thudded as she gripped the receiver. She kept thinking of what Reinhardt had told her to say, but a struggle continued to rack her mind.
"D-Daddy?" she said tremulously.
"Yes, Tina. What is all this? Why are you staying over down there?"
"I ... I...."
"Tina, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Daddy. Everything's just fine."
"Well, answer my question. Why are you staying over?"
The words seemed to tumble from Tina's lips of their own accord:
"I like this place, Daddy, and Doctor Reinhardt is very nice. I just feel like staying here for a while."
"Well, how long?"
"Oooh, a few days."
Sawyer sighed. "Very well, if that's what you wish to do. But I must say it's a bit strange."
"Daddy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I love you."
Sawyer chuckled warmly. "Well, I love you too, Tina. Have a good time down there. And I'll see you ... let's see ... by Sunday or so?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Well, good-bye."
"Good-bye, Daddy."
Tina handed the receiver back to Reinhardt. He beamed as he placed it on the telephone base and set the instrument on the floor.
Tina was trembling as she lay back on the bed.
"You are a very good girl," Reinhardt said. "And I believe we are making excellent progress. Now in a little while I will have Myra bring you some clothes. Then, when you feel like it, you may have something to eat. There's a buzzer on the table beside you. See it?"
Tina glanced where the doctor pointed. She nodded.
"Oooh, and one more little thing," Reinhardt continued. "I've brought a pill for you to take right now. Later you will start taking a regular oral contraceptive."
Reinhardt handed Tina a small envelope containing the tablet. "There's fresh water and a glass there on the table." He pointed again to her bedside stand.
Tina sat up, poured some water from a pitcher into the glass. She took the pill and washed it down.
"Now rest," Dr. Reinhardt suggested. "Everything is all right."
Giving her a reassuring smile, he bent and unplugged the telephone, then carried it from the room.
Tina was vaguely puzzled. It seemed that she hadn't told her father exactly what she had wanted to. But she couldn't pinpoint the discrepancy. She finally forgot it and relaxed. In a little while, she dropped off to sleep.
She was awakened by a gentle shaking of her shoulder. She looked up at Myra, who was warmly smiling at her.
"You've been asleep quite awhile," the uniformed nurse said. "I didn't want to bother you at first, but dinner has been prepared for our guests and I thought perhaps you would want some."
"What?" Tina asked. Her mind was bleary.
"Dinner," Myra repeated. "Also, I've brought you some clothes. They're on the chair."
"Wait!" Tina sat up with a start, her breasts leaping.
"What is it?" the red-haired woman asked calmly.
"Did I talk with my father?" Tina asked. "I believe so."
"No! I must have dreamed that." Suddenly more of the "dream" registered in Tina's mind. "That black man!"
"You mean Sam Powell?"
"Whoever he was-did he? I mean...."
"Yes, he fucked you, dear," Myra said with a smile."
"NOOOO!" Tina leaped out of bed. "OOH, MY GOD!"
She snatched up the clothes on the chair.
"What's the matter?" Myra asked casually.
"You KNOW what's the matter, you ... you ... witch!"
Tina stretched the pink panties she had been given and stuck a leg into them. She put in another leg and pulled the briefs up.
"Why should you call me names?" Myra asked, her green eyes narrowing. "Don't you remember how much fun we had in the bathtub? Ooh, that reminds me-you may cleanse yourself right now if you like. Perhaps you'd better take those panties off before they get soiled."
Tina felt the goo seeping down in her vagina, about to break from between its hairy lips.
"Ooh, what HAPPENED to me?" Tina wailed, touching her hand to her head. "What did I do? Why didn't I tell Daddy...?"
"Don't worry about it," Myra advised. "Just think about the pleasure. Sam's a very accomplished fucker, isn't he? I mean, I don't care for that sort of thing myself, but straight girls-particularly our clients-really dig Sam the most!"
"Oooh, shut UP!" Tina railed.
She picked up a bra, then dropped it, deciding just to put on the skirt and blouse which were provided.
"Listen, if you have any thought about running out of here, forget it," Myra advised. "You'll never get past the door. Anyway, you've already told your father you'll be staying with us for several days."
"So I DID tell him that!" Tina exclaimed. "But why?"
"Because you wanted to, of course." Myra's eyes narrowed on Tina's bobbing breasts as the young woman struggled into her blouse. "Ooh, my dear, those sweet titties!"
The red-haired Lesbian grasped them.
"Let go of me, you pervert!" Tina shouted. Squirming, she tore her breasts from the woman's avaricious grasp.
Tina hurriedly buttoned her blouse. She picked up her skirt and stepped into it.
Myra, who had been watching her closely, stepped to the nightstand and pressed the call-button.
By the time Tina was dressed, the door opened, and Boyd stood there.
"She thinks she's leaving," Myra told him. "I'll get the doctor. Hold her if you have to."
Tina looked at the muscular attendant in his white jacket, who stood menacingly before her. Then she sank hopelessly to the edge of the bed. She sheltered her face in her hands and began to cry.
"Here ... here ... here, what's this?" Dr. Reinhardt asked as he entered the room. "My dear, why are you crying?"
Tina lifted her tear-stained face. "You horrid, evil man!" she exclaimed. "You're going to go to jail for this! You'll never get out!"
"Tut-tut," Reinhardt said. He drew up a chair before the distraught girl.
Tina tried to rise and get away from him, but he grasped her hands, holding her where she was. He stared into her eyes.
"Now, Tina, listen to me," he began. "Remember how it was before-right after I gave you that injection. You listened very carefully to my words, and you did everything I told you. That was very good, and you experienced a great deal of pleasure. You are going to listen carefully to me again, and you will obey me just as you did before. Do you understand?"
Tina stared into his magnetic gray eyes. She couldn't draw her gaze away. She felt her brain begin to swim, as before.
"Say yes, my dear," Reinhardt instructed.
"Y-yes," Tina managed.
"Very good. Now you will tell Boyd what you would like for dinner, and he will bring it to you. Then later I will have Sam come to visit you again.
You will like that. You will do everything Sam says, because Sam gives you pleasure. Isn't that so?"
"Yes," Tina said. Her eyes were tired from staring.
Reinhardt rose. He spoke softly to Boyd, then left the room.
The attendant stepped up to Tina. "We've got steak," he said, "or roast beef or chicken."
"Steak," Tina replied flatly. She was quite hungry.
"A baked potato and salad?" Boyd asked. "Yes."
Boyd turned and left the room.
Tina was befuddled and stared blankly at the far wall. Her anger had disappeared, even her shame over the awful things that had happened. But her mind was very confused. She wasn't sure what she wanted or what she was going to do.
After a while Boyd brought her dinner on a tray. He left, locking the door, and Tina ate ravenously. The steak was juicy, tender, and delicious. She washed it down with hearty gulps of coffee which she poured from the steaming pot Boyd had brought her.
She didn't think about what was going to happen. Although she realized what she had told her father on the phone, the significance of it was dulled in her mind.
She ate every bit of food which Boyd had brought, then she stretched out on the bed. Drowsiness was lured by her full stomach and mental dullness. Once more she dropped off to sleep.
"Hi, little mamma." Tina blinked up at Sam.
"Oooh, no!" she cried, and rose to a sitting position. She threw her legs over the side of the bed.
Before she could rise, Sam sat beside her and took her arm.
"Let go of me, damn you!" Tina cried. "I want to get out of here!"
"Baby, you don't know what you want," Sam said. "Now just quiet down, Everything's cool."
Tina was suddenly aware of something that she absolutely had to do. "Let me go to the bathroom!" she told Sam.
"Sure," he said, and released her.
She rushed to the hall door and wrenched at the knob. But the door wouldn't open.
"Well, unlock it!" she demanded of Sam.
"Babe, the John's in there." He pointed toward another door, which Tina hadn't noticed even though she had been in the room for some time.
She entered the bathroom and shut the door. It had no lock. Whisking up her skirt, Tina pulled down her silken panties and squatted over the commode. Her urine tinkled into the water.
She wiped herself, getting the sexual goo from her pussylips as well.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a fright, and her makeup was in need of repair. But those things didn't bother her. As she stared into her reflected eyes, she thought about Sam waiting for her in the next room. She recalled with shame what they had done before.
My God, what's happening to me? she thought, and covered her face with her hands.
The door opened and Sam said, "Hey, mamma, I'm getting anxious."
She whirled on him. "Well, you can just forget about it, because we're not going to do a thing! Now get out of my room!"
The big Negro looked at her for a moment, and a hardness came into his eyes. Tina became nervous. Suddenly Sam lunged, grasping her by an arm and hauling her out of the bathroom.
She gasped, then screamed as Sam whip-cracked her across the room, sending her sprawling onto the bed. He rushed after her, landing on his knees on the mattress. He flipped up her skirt and began to spank her on the seat of her silken panties.
Tina bawled. She writhed. She clawed at the bed. But Sam was holding her down with one hand while he slapped her wobbling, panty-clad buttocks with the other. Each blow from his punishing palm sent a burning sensation coursing through the teenage girl. Her ass became very hot.
Finally Sam grasped the elastic band at the top of her panties and pulled her pants down. He began to spank Tina's bare buttocks-one cheek, then the other, then both at the same time. The pinkening globes leaped and shook beneath the stinging blows he was raining down. The sound of the spanking was sharp and crisp-flesh on flesh.
The pain to Tina's tender rear wasn't the worst part of the experience. She was intensely humiliated. She hadn't had her skirt lifted and her bottom whacked since she was a little girl.
Sam finally stopped spanking her and rolled her onto her back. She stared up at the suddenly brutal black man, her eyes brimming with shame and indignation.
He grinned cruelly and grasped Tina by the shoulders. He shook them back and forth, causing her cone-like breasts to wobble in her loose blouse.
"No bra, huh mamma?" Sam asked, and placed both hands on her tits.
Sharp thrills went through Tina as he squeezed and wiggled her pliant titties.
"Stop it ... stop it!" she cried. She kicked and clawed at him.
Sam slapped her face. She gasped and stopped struggling.
For good measure, Sam slapped her again, in the opposite direction. She felt woozy.
The Negro ripped open her blouse, letting her shapely tits bob free. He slapped at them-but lightly-hobbling them like buoys on a choppy sea.
Tina's brain was spinning. She seemed to hurt all over-on her ass, her cheeks, and now dully in her breasts.
Sam let go of her just long enough to push his pants and shorts down. His baloney-like prick leaped out to nod in semi-erection. He scrambled forward, straddling the startled girl's neck, his cock and balls hanging above her face.
"Oh, noooh!" Tina cried, thinking immediately of what she had watched Myra do with Boyd in the bathroom.
"Yeah, baby-you're gonna suck it!" Sam declared. "But first you're gonna just lick it a little and get used to the taste."
He leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed with one arm while he grasped his lengthy penis with his free hand. Tina tossed her head from side to side but, pinned on her back as she was, she couldn't prevent the awful Negro from rubbing his spongy cockhead across her lips.
She got a strong whiff of it, as well as feeling the meaty thing on her lips. Neither the smell nor the feel was as bad as she had feared, but it was certainly different from anything she'd had next to her mouth before.
Sam let go of his cock and grasped the girl's head at both sides, holding her firmly in place. He wiggled his hips, dragging his purplish glans back and forth along her closed mouth.
"Lick it, mamma!" he commanded. "Or do you want to get slapped again?"
"Nnnn-nnnn!" Tina urgently replied, without parting her lips. Her eyes were filled with fear.
"Then lick, damn you!"
Tina struck out her rosy little tongue. Shame filled her as she began licking the big bald head of the Negro's dong.
His cock stiffened, and he had to lift his hips a bit, leaning farther forward at the same time to maintain contact between his organ and Tina's mouth. Finally the horny shaft twisted, leaping away from the girl's fluttering tongue.
The taste of Sam's prick hadn't been repulsive exactly, and this surprised Tina. But the idea of what she was doing made her more ashamed than ever before in her life.
"Now you're gonna suck it," Sam announced.
He grasped his steel-stiff rod, tilted it down, and pressed the spongy head against the teenaged girl's soft mouth.
Tina saw no way to avoid this even-more-disgusting act. Her jaws popped open, and Sam screwed his bulb-headed cock between her velvet lips. It sank between her teeth, forcing her jaws wider apart. The cockhead plowed Tina's tongue.
"Ghhaaah ... gugh...." Tina gurgled as the big prick churned in her mouth.
"SUCK!" Sam ordered, giving Tina's hair a sharp tug.
Her eyes watered, and she began to suck his big dick vigorously. She got the full, rich flavor of it. Its essence flooded down her gulping throat in a gush of saliva.
Tina had never even imagined herself doing such an awful thing as this. She was filled with shame. But she didn't stop sucking Sam's cock. She told herself she had no choice but to do it.
The Negro gradually worked his thick shaft deeper in Tina's mouth until she started to gag. He drew back a little. His cockstem was slippery between her widely stretched lips. His glans stroked her tongue.
Tina stared cross-eyed at the dark pole that projected into her face. It stroked gently, an inch or so each way, and the ridge of Sam's cockhead kept skidding across her clasping lips.
Finally the Negro pulled back, letting his horny tool flip into the air. It trailed a string of Tina's saliva, which dragged over her nose and eyelids.
She made a spitting motion with her lips, and Sam slapped her. But not hard. The blow produced little pain, though it heightened Tina's humiliation.
Sam back up and touched the tip of his pecker to each of her nipples. He sandwiched his shaft between her boobs and wiggled the supple mounds with his hands, stroking them along his cock.
Though she felt terribly degraded, Tina couldn't deny the excitement that was rising within her. By the time Sam dismounted from her prostrate form and clawed at her silken pants, pulling them the rest of the way down her legs and off, Tina wasn't at all sure that she didn't want him to fuck her.
She was dismayed by the change that was coming over her.
"Spread those legs, mamma!" Sam ordered.
Tina spread them, lifting her knees.
Shame continued to assail her, along with a carnal passion that tingled from her toes to the top of her head.
She stared at Sam's fearsome black cock as he tilted it down, aiming its torpedo head at the slit which she felt puffily gaping between her thighs. She was very wet. When Sam breached her vaginal opening, and sank his thick, stiff shaft into her hole, it glided smoothly.
Oh my goodness! Tina thought. I'm getting fucked AGAIN!
Supporting himself on straight arms planted at each side of her, Sam slowly pumped his hips, gliding his knob-ended cockshaft up and down inside her narrow, slippery channel. The bulging glans sent a rippling sensation coursing through her cunt with every stroke. The blunt cockend bumped against her uterus. Sam's balls patted the sensitive little depression between her buttocks.
Tina stared up at the Negro's tense and seemingly brutal face. His thick lips rolled back, baring his white teeth.
"Mamma, you've got yourself a tight little cunt!" he said.
"Ooooh!" was Tina's only vocal response as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful thrust-thrust-thrust of the black man's long, hard prick.
Unconsciously she began to grind her hips. Soon she was giving as good as she got-really pumping against Sam's fucking plunges. The bed creaked. There was an audible slopping sound as Tina's vagina became soaked. Each time Sam forced his thick cock into her, juice oozed out around it to trickle down her crotch and between her buttocks.
The Negro worked like a fiend-driving, twisting, spearing, and not once slackening his rhythm.
Tina gasped and came. She came again. She kept coming, and it was like a string of firecrackers, each one stronger than the last. Finally Tina was whooping and bumping wildly, pushing her feet against the bed to give her extra leverage. Her plump buttocks shook above the mattress. Her titties leaped forward and back, to and fro. All the time Sam remained up on his arms, staring down at her, as he thrust his hard cock like the driveshaft of a locomotive.
The frenzied girl was out of breath. She gasped and moaned piteously. Still Sam kept fucking her without restraint. She finally quite thrusting against him and just drummed her heels on the mattress as throb after throb rolled through her.
"NOOOOH!" she bawled at last.
Sam speeded up and came, corkscrewing his hot cock deep into her convulsing flesh as he spurted. His semen splashed into her open womb.
Tina lay panting but otherwise silent as the inert black man rested lightly atop her. Her brain slowly spun down.
Shame settled over her like a cold, damp fog. I'm a tramp! she thought miserably. Just a tramp! She began crying.
Sam pushed himself up on his arms and stared at her.
"What's the matter, mamma?" he asked, his voice having turned gentle. "Can't you get over it?"
Tina just kept crying. She wouldn't look at the man who had proved, while she was in a normal mental state, that she could respond to sex-yes, and mightily enjoy it!
He pulled is softened but still-meaty penis from her wet hole, making a sucking Pop! He climbed off the bed.
Tina's eyes remained closed. She cried softly.
"You think about how good it was," Sam said as he got dressed. "And I'll see you later."
"NO!" Tina exclaimed, her eyes popping open. She glared at Sam.
He grinned, but not in a cocky way. His eyes were warm.
Tina let her eyes fall closed. She wished she were dead.
CHAPTER SIX
"Sam said he ripped your clothes," Myra announced as she arrived in Tina's room with an armload of garments. She began putting some thing in the dresser and hanging others in the closet. "You can wear any of this stuff that you like."
"I want to get out of here!" Tina announced from the bed.
Myra turned and smiled at her. "That's the one thing you can't do-for a while at least. Hey, Sam gets better and better, doesn't he?"
"I think he's horrible! And so are you!"
"Sticks and stones, honey," Myra said airily, and left. The lock on the door clicked.
Tina's guilt hadn't lessened, but she was over her crying jag. She decided to take a bath and wash away the physical slime that clung to her. As for the dirtiness in her soul, she doubted if she would ever lose that.
She returned from the bathroom wearing the robe that had been lent to her. Since she had slept off and on during the day, she didn't feel like going back to bed. Anyway, the bed was an evil symbol. She selected blue panties trimmed with white lace, a blue bra, and a simple skirt and blouse from among the things Myra had left. She made use of the brush, comb and makeup on the dressing table.
All of this was done automatically, as the result of habit and not because Tina cared particularly how she looked. She felt she was ruined and that nothing would help her-even getting away, although that would ease her immediate suffering.
Physically she wasn't as nervous as she had been before she had met Sam. Their last bout in bed had totally drained her; she hadn't felt like stirring for over an hour afterward.
She had just finished applying her makeup when the door opened and Dr. Reinhardt entered, alone. He locked the door after him and pocketed the key.
"Well, how are we now?" he asked, smiling almost benignly.
"I demand that you let me go!" Tina said, glaring at him.
"Not quite yet, although I must say I'm pleased with your progress. It won't be long before you can return home. That is, if you want to. If you wish to remain here, we can make room for you on our staff."
Tina's brown eyes blazed. "That's the most insulting and ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
Reinhardt chuckled.
Tina turned away in disgust.
"There are a couple of things I want to tell you," the doctor said to her back. "First, we placed a contraceptive in your food and will continued to do so. I decided that would be safer than to rely upon you to take the pills."
Tina inwardly fumed, but she said nothing.
"The other thing," Reinhardt went on, "is that it just occurred to me you don't know very much about how this place is run; about the delightful activities that go on here."
"I don't want to know, either!" Tina replied firmly.
"Nonsense. Of course you do. On the basis of my extensive knowledge of the human psyche, I can assure you that the one factor which all healthy human beings have in common is an interest in sex. Even people who are repressed, as you are, share this interest. In fact, they may have it to a greater extent than others."
Tina whirled to face the goateed man. "You don't know anything about me!" she angrily maintained. "Everything you're trying to do is a waste of time. You're going to have to let me go sooner or later and, when that happens, I intend to file charges against you immediately!"
"I think not," Reinhardt said calmly. "But there is no point in arguing it. We shall see. For the moment, we have things to do. Please be seated, young lady."
"No!"
"Would you prefer to have me call Boyd and have him restrain you?"
Tina considered that, and it seemed the lesser of the evils to comply with Dr. Reinhardt's request. She sat on a chair.
Reinhardt drew another chair up in front of hers and sat. He looked directly at her.
"Now you will listen to me, Tina. You will hear clearly every word that I say, and you will obey my instructions precisely."
"No, I won't!" Tina retorted. "You can give me another injection if you want to, but as long as I'm in my right mind I won't obey you at all!"
"Are you quite through?" Reinhardt asked with a faint smile.
Tina just stared at him. The man's confidence was amazing. j
"It is not necessary for me to give you any more injections," Reinhardt said calmly, "because the ones that you received and my subsequent verbal suggestions established a pattern in your subconscious. It will be quite impossible for you to disobey any specific instruction I give you-at least for a reasonable period of time. I purposely waited until my last posthypnotic suggestions had lapsed before sending Sam to you the second time; I wanted you to experience that second, uh, treatment while you were in full possession of your faculties. Doubtless you do not understand the reason for that, but no matter. Now I must instruct you, because we are about to leave this room and go to a place where you may be mingling with some of my guests."
Tina's heart leaped. It sounded as if she might have a chance to escape or at least get someone to help her.
She decided to pretend to go along with Dr. Reinhardt's crazy hypnosis, or whatever it was. She felt that since he had alerted her to what he was trying to do, he would have no chance of succeeding.
She looked directly into his eyes.
He said sonorously, "You will concentrate on the sound of my voice. Nothing else is important. You will set all independent thoughts aside. You will listen closely to my suggestions and follow them. You are very relaxed. You are now subject to my control."
Tina did feel strange, but she was as alert as ever. She listened as Dr. Reinhardt went on:
"You will accompany me quietly to the place where I wish to take you. There you will observe what is going on. You will find the activities pleasurable. You will think about nothing except what you see. Then, when I tell you it is time, you will return quietly to your room. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor," Tina said.
"Very well. We shall go."
Tina arose and accompanied Reinhardt to the door, which he unlocked. They stepped into the corridor. Tina didn't think about escaping or even calling for help.
She and the doctor took a back stairway to the ground floor of the building. They met no one. Dr. Reinhardt opened a door and stepped aside to let Tina precede him into a long narrow room.
It was the strangest room Tina had ever seen, because one entire wall was of glass. Couches, covered by white sheets, were positioned at intervals of several feet along the glass wall. One couch was occupied by a good-looking young man, perhaps two years older than Tina, who wore slacks and a sport shirt. There was no one else there.
The glass wall was, in effect, a window which looked upon another room, that one rectangular and quite large. It was furnished like a living room, with sofas and comfortable-looking chairs. There was no one in the other room.
"Sit down here," Dr. Reinhardt told Tina, pointing to a couch which was next to the one occupied by the young man.
The fellow looked at her strangely.
Tina sat, keeping her knees primly together.
"Now I want you to watch everything that happens on the other side of the glass," Reinhardt whispered in her ear. "The window is an ornamental mirror on the other side, so the people who will enter that room won't be able to see you. In fact, some of them will not even know they are being observed.
"You will enjoy what you see, Tina. You will feel free to act upon your enjoyment-to do what you wish. Guilt does not exist. All shyness is set aside. You will remain here until I return for you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Doctor," Tina said.
Reinhardt quietly withdrew from the room, shutting the door.
Tina concentrated on the wide, bright window in front of her, waiting for whatever might happen in the other room. She was aware that the fellow on the next couch was eyeing her, but she paid no attention to him. The window was her sole concern.
The door of the other room opened, and a woman entered. She was not particularly beautiful. In fact, she was in her middle to late thirties and on the plain side. She wore a two-piece, rather shapeless dress.
Following her into the room was Sam Powell, the black man Tina had been with. The sight of him aroused no indignation or shame in the teenager. She merely watched with interest.
The woman turned to face Sam and, through a speaker above the observation window, Tina plainly heard her say with a nervous little laugh:
"Well, what do we do now?"
"Whatever you'd like to do, mamma," Sam replied, smiling at her with his gleaming white teeth. He placed his hands on her hips.
"This is all so new to me," the woman said. "In fact, I've never been to any place like this before."
"Mamma, there ain't any other place like this," Sam told her.
"I can believe that!" the woman declared. She was blushing slightly, but she looked at Sam warmly and with expectation.
"Let's just get you nice and relaxed," Sam murmured, and tilted his cleanly shaved head. He kissed the woman on the mouth.
Her arms lifted to encircle his athletic back. He wore a simple T-shirt and trousers.
He and the woman kissed long, and it was obvious that they were kissing deeply. As he drew her more tightly against him, she squirmed in his arms.
Tina, watching, vicariously felt the Firmness of his torso pressing against her breasts ... the thrust of his tongue in her mouth.
Sam suddenly let the woman go, and she took a backward step, gasping. Her cheeks were more rosy than ever.
"Oh, my goodness!" She exclaimed, obviously flustered. "You said that would relax me, but it didn't!"
Sam chuckled. "Did it make you a little hot?"
"Yes! Hot! That's what I am." The woman shifted uneasily.
"Well, mamma, that's why you came here-wasn't it?"
"I ... I guess so," she said, looking at Sam a bit fearfully. "And my name is Martha."
"I like to call my girls mamma," Sam said, and dropped to his knees in front of her.
Tina sucked in her breath. She knew the fun was about to start.
Placing his hands at the outer sides of Martha's knees, Sam began to slide them up her thighs, slowly raising her skirt.
"Oooh, nooooh ... nooooh...." the woman said. But her tone sounded more like Yes! and she made no move to stop Sam.
Tina thrilled to the esthetic beauty of his black hands gliding along the woman's white thighs, above the tops of her gartered stockings. At the same time, Tina seemed to feel the delightful caress, as though it were happening to her.
Martha squirmed. She lifted a hand to her blushing face, as if to hide the shame and excitement that she felt.
Sam raised her skirt all the way to her waist, taking her laceedged slip with it. This exposed the woman's white panty girdle.
"I feel so wicked!" Martha exclaimed, her voice trembling.
Sam said nothing as he nuzzled the front of her sleek undergarment. He allowed her skirt and slip to rest rumpled upon his arms as he caressed Martha's broad bottom through the panty girdle. Tina could see this action reflected in a mirror on the opposite wall. The young woman squirmed.
Suddenly Sam gave Martha a very hard slap across the back of her panty girdle. It sounded like a pistol shot.
"Oooh!" Martha moaned.
Sam bobbed to his feet, letting her skirt and slip drop back to conceal her thighs. Quickly, and with surprising deftness, he attacked the fasteners on the top of her two-piece outfit. In moments, he had stripped away the top, leaving Martha in a bulging white brassiere from which creamy flesh overflowed at the top of the cups.
He turned her none too gently, and she was facing away from him. A bit blearily she stared at herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. A lock of mousy-brown hair fell down across one cheek.
Sam unhooked her bra.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed again as he took the flimsy harness away, letting her boobies bounce.
Martha's tits were fat and somewhat pendulous, but not unattractive in a matronly way. Sam wrapped his black hands around them, squeezing the pliant flesh. The rosy bumps of her nipples stuck forward between his fingers, and he squeezed them.
Sam put his hands under her breasts and began bouncing the plump orbs up and down. Obviously thrilled, Martha stared at the action in the mirror. Sam bounced her right titty while he squeezed the left one. Then he bounced her left tit and squeezed the right.
"Nooh! Ooh, my God!" Martha said. "That's so naaaasty!"
"Nasty and nice!" Sam declared, his tone having hardened.
He dropped to his knees behind her and unfastened her skirt.
Something made Tina tear her eyes away from the lascivious scene for a moment and glance at the young man who occupied the next couch. She gasped at an even more lascivious sight than what was happening in the next room.
The handsome youth had removed his stiff penis from his pants. The thing was sticking straight up from his lap, and he was stroking it! His face was red as he stared through the glass.
Tina watched him for several moments. She was aware of no moral condemnation, only the same sort of fascination she felt toward the couple in the other room.
The youth, evidently sensing her gaze, glanced guiltily her way. He blushed harder and stopped stroking his prick.
Tina turned her head to look through the window once more.
. Martha was now stripped down to her panty girdle and stockings. Sam was nuzzling the shiny, sleek back of the foundation garment as she squirmed. The woman clutched her quivering tits and squeezed them. She moaned raggedly.
Sam rose to his feet and whirled her about, titties swinging.
He grinned toothily. "Want to do something, mamma?"
She was staring wide-eyed into his face. "Yesss!"
"Then do it. Anything you want to do is all right."
The woman's lush lower lip was hanging as she panted in obvious heat. Suddenly Tina was surprised to see her drop to a kneeling position in front of the tall, well-built black man.
Sam chuckled as she opened his pants.
A gurgling sound escaped the youth on the next couch, and Tina glanced quickly at him to see him vigorously stroking his cock once more. How handsome his long prick was as it stuck straight up, the pink head swollen with lust! Tina had an impulse to....
But, no.
She had to watch what was happening in the other room.
Martha had removed Sam's cock from his clothes, and he had turned slightly so that his profile was presented in the "mirror" through which Tina was observing him. His long pecker was tense but not straight; it hung forward from his fly, the purplish head meaty and large.
"Oooh ... oooooh ... my goodness, oooh!" Martha babbled as she stroked her encircling white fingers along his dark cock.
"Go ahead, mamma," Sam coaxed, and ruffled her hair. "Do what you feel!"
The woman's mouth popped wide open, and she lunged as she lifted Sam's dong. She took in the entire bulging head of his organ and began to suck avidly, with wet, slurping sounds. Sam's prick quickly stiffened to stick out and upward. Martha bobbed her head, her encircling pink lips gliding up and down on his cock as her titties shook.
"AAAGH!" came a cry from the couch next to Tina's, and she glanced just in time to see whitish fluid leap from the end of the young man's quivering penis.
He looked at her, his eyes tortured but hot with lust. He kept stroking himself, and his pecker kept spurting.
Tina glanced once more through the glass.
The door of the other room opened, and another couple entered. They were a pretty blonde girl in a low-cut dress and a gawky, slim fellow in slacks and a sport shirt. He goggled at the sight of Martha giving head to Sam.
"Ooh, they're really going at it, aren't they?" the blonde purred, her blue eyes dancing.
"Gosh, yeah!" the man said, and gulped.
"Would you like me to do that to you?" the girl asked him.
"Wow, would you?"
"Of course."
The girl knelt in front of him. The front of his pants was already pushing forward. By the time she opened his fly and brought out his whang, it was stiff as a rod. The girl bowed her head and began to lick the smooth, plump head of his pecker.
Tina felt as if she had ants in her panties. She squirmed against the couch. Glancing quickly at the youth beside her, she saw that he was stroking his penis once more-tugging at it, really, because it was soft. There was a gooey pool on the sheet in front of him.
When Tina glanced into the other room once more, the blonde was bobbing her head on her client's thrusting dong. He was squirming, his face blissfully contorted.
Martha was still going at Sam in the same manner. He suddenly jerked back and let his king-sized baloney whip out of her mouth to snap straight up in front of her bleary eyes. She scooped his black balls out of his pants and began to kiss them avidly as his prick nestled against her nose, touching her on an eyelid.
Tina had grown so hot that she had to do something. She placed her hand on her knee and began to stroke the smooth skin, gradually working upward on her thigh, pushing her skirt along.
In the other room, Martha's waggling, wet tongue worked along the underside of Sam's prick until it reached the enormously inflated head. She bit at the meaty glans. Then with a ravenous, half-muffled cry, she engulfed his cockhead in her mouth once more and began to bob her head wildly. Her tits flopped forward and back.
The man who was being fellated by the blonde suddenly cried, "Ooh SHIT, that's enough!"
He tottered backward, his cock waving. It trailed a gleaming strand of the girl's saliva.
She stood and began wriggling out of her dress. Her titties bobbed free. They were beautiful creamy orbs tipped by pink, stiff nipples. She pushed her dress all the way down to reveal bikini panties of black lace along with dark stockings that stayed up without benefit of garters. Flexing her nylon-sheathed legs, she stepped from her dress and tossed it aside.
The man was tearing at his clothes. He flung his shirt aside, his wet erection waving lewdly. He began to climb out of his pants.
Meanwhile, Sam had helped Martha to her feet. The lust-mesmerized matron swayed groggily. It was as if she had grown drunk from the clear fluid that had oozed from Sam's cock as she had sucked it. The black man basketed her big tits in his hands and wiggled them, thumbing her erect, rubbery nipples.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Ooh God, you've got to fuck me!"
"Right on, mamma!" Sam said. His cock soared out and upward from his gaping fly.
He turned her and marched her toward a chair, her boobies bobbing and shaking.
By this time the white man was nude except for his socks. He sank to the deeply carpeted floor with the blonde. They curled into a warm embrace and kissed. One of her tegs climbed his side, hooking around his hairy flank. His cock was sandwiched upward between their bellies. He stroked the girl's pneumatic bottom, and the wiggling crack of her ass showed plainly through her dark, lacy pants.
When Sam and Martha reached the chair toward which they were headed, he surprised the avidly watching Tina by pushing Martha forward across the chair's back, so that her head hung down toward the seat and her panty-girdled bottom was thrust into the air. Sam grasped the top of her girdle and yanked the tight garment down, exposing her soft but appealing butt. Her stockings sagged as he left the girdle rolled on her plump thighs.
He slapped Martha's ass one way, then the other-spank, spank!-and she moaned. Her pinkening flesh wobbled. Sam bent and kissed each of her buttocks, then licked her in the crack. She wailed with passion.
Tina had pushed her skirt lap high by that time and was stroking her very hot pussy through the clinging nylon of her blue panties. She had forgotten temporarily the youth on the next couch, but suddenly she became aware that he was looking at her and she glanced his way.
His pecker was hard once more as he clutched it in his fist. Looking right at her, he stroked it slowly and lovingly.
"Go on!" he rasped, speaking for the first time. "Diddle yourself if you want to!"
"Ooh yes, I do want to!" Tina exclaimed, and wove her long, delicate fingers under the white-laced edge of her briefs. She thrilled as she touched the soft, furry lips of her cunt.
On the other side of the observation window, Sam had knelt behind Martha and was twisting her panty girdle all the way down her legs. He removed her shoes, girdle, and stockings.
Next he pushed the befuddled woman's legs wide apart, popping her hairy snatch into view. He pinched her soft buttocks and looked at her asshole.
Standing behind her, he dropped his pants and shorts. He moved up and fitted the bulging knob of his penis into her well-lathered slit.
"Ooh, Jesus Christ!" she yelled. "Screw meee!"
Sam pushed, nailing his prick into the woman all the way to his black, hobbling balls. He began to fuck the white broad.
Gasping, Tina pushed two fingers up her own slippery cunt. She began to wiggle and stroke them as she writhed on the couch. Her moving hand obscenely contorted the sleek crotch-strip of her blue panties.
Watching her, the youth on the next couch blissfully jacked off.
The man who lay on the floor in the next room had pulled the panties off the girl he was with. He let her keep on her black, garterless stockings as he boosted her atop him. She impaled her warm pussy on his upthrust shaft.
The door of the room opened, and more people entered-a group of them this time. There were two white men and an Oriental, a black girl, a fat woman, and a string-bean blonde. Seeing what the other couples were doing, they immediately got into the act. Clothes began to fly in all directions. Titties bobbed nakedly. Cocks whipped to and fro.
Thrilling intensely, Tina masturbated herself as never before.
The youth beside her stroked his long dick lovingly as he glanced back and forth from her to the action on the other side of the glass.
In the other room, the fat woman, denuded above the waist, was shaking her bountiful breasts to some music which had been turned on.-The Oriental man moved up behind her and clutched her wobbling orbs.
The skinny blonde, who wore nothing but panty hose, was swept up in the arms of an athletic young man who was naked except for a flowered sport shirt. His semi-erect penis bobbed as he carried her to a sofa and flopped her down on it. He knelt astride her neck and fed her his cock.
Another man pulled off her panty hose, only to be grasped from behind by the naked black girl. She reached into his open fly and pulled out his stiff prick. She began stroking it as she rubbed her titties against his bare back.
Squirming as she frigged herself, Tina glanced at the boy beside her. He was staring at her, and his eyes were very warm.
He's such a good-looking fellow, she thought in the midst of her frantic masturbation. Why isn't he in the other room, fucking and getting sucked, instead of sitting here, playing with himself?
Tina might have applied the same question to herself, but she didn't think of that. Dr. Reinhardt had told her what to do, and she didn't even consider not obeying him.
She had no inclination to puzzle over the youth beside her, or even to be concerned that he was looking her way. The wide, bright window reclaimed her gaze and her total concentration as she kept stroking her fingers in her slippery snatch.
The scene in the other room was the most lascivious she had ever witnessed. The blonde atop the skinny man was grinding her ball-bearing hips as his hard cock churned inside her. Sam was brutally pummeling Martha's flabby rear as she bucked and flopped atop the back of the chair, her tits hanging down and shaking wildly. Tina could almost feel his long shaft stroking inside that lucky woman.
The Oriental pushed the fat woman onto her face on the floor. He flipped up her skirt and pulled down her sizable pink silk panties. After kissing her all over the ass, he spread her legs apart and crouched between them. Unleashing his surpisingly long and skinny sword, he proceeded to fuck her dog-style, wallowing atop her flabby bottom.
The athletic man and the skinny blonde were making the sofa rock.
The other man was kneeling before the Negro girl as she sat spraddle-legged on the edge of a chair. He enjoyably ate her dark, fuzz-fringed cunt-licking up one side, down the other, and alternately slithering his tongue into her grabby little hole.
Again Tina's eyes were drawn from the scene in the other room to the young man beside her. He was still jacking off, but slowly, as he devoured her with his eyes. She seemed to be of greater interest to him by that time than was the orgy on the other side of the glass.
Tina's hand stopped moving in her panties as she returned the youth's stare.
"Say shit!" he suddenly demanded, his voice shaking.
"What?" Tina wasn't sure that she had heard correctly.
"Say SHIT!" the boy repeated, his tone even giddier than before. He was stroking his stiff prick briskly.
"Say SHIT!" the boy repeated, his tone even giddier than before. He was stroking his stiff prick briskly. His eyes were bright; his lips were slack.
"Shit," said Tina.
"Oh, yeah!" the handsome young man cried in obvious rapture, and jacked his cock harder. "Say piss!"
Tina thought these were quite the strangest requests she had ever received. But she wanted to cooperate.
"Piss," she said.
"Say all the ... dirty words you can ... think of!" the youth demanded as he stroked his big bone and stared at her.
Tina said, "Fuck," considered for a moment and added, "tits ... pussy."
"AAAAGH!" the fellow rasped, and for the second time milky fluid leaped from the end of his quivering prick, splattering onto the sheet that covered the couch.
Tina was more excited than ever. She started diddling herself again, squirming and bumping her hips as her hand worked wildly, stretching her panties.
The room on the other side of the observation window was rocking with the rhythm of driving hips and bobbing heads. At that moment the action seemed about equally divided between sucking and fucking, some of the previous fuckers having changed to oral activity. Other were engaged in both forms of gratification at the same time.
In the center of the room, the blonde and the skinny man had gotten linked up with the black girl and her partner. The latter was ramming his cock between the Negro girl's legs while she sucked the skinny man's prick with long lunges of her head. The blonde squatted astride his face and embraced the man who was fucking the black girl, their tongues dueling in full view between their mouths.
Sam was still pumping his prick in the upturned crotch of Martha who remained sprawled over the back of the chair. Her arms and legs and titties were flopping as she bawled like a heifer being bred for the first time.
The Oriental had turned the fat woman onto her back and was devouring her busy cunt as she kicked her enormous legs in the air.
Diddling madly, Tina felt she was about to reach a climax.
The door of the observation room opened, and Dr. Reinhardt moved up to the frantically frigging young woman.
"It is time now," he told her gently. "Come with me."
Though at the brink of gratification, Tina was compelled to obey. She removed her hand from her panties and pushed her skirt down. She didn't feel ashamed-only very, very hot.
She got up and hurried from the room in front of Reinhardt. She didn't think to glance again at the youth on the other couch.
Tina's smooth thighs were slick with viscous moisture that had dribbled from her snatch while she was finger fucking herself.
Reinhardt led Tina back to her room. They passed a man, then a man and girl together, but Tina didn't think of speaking to them. Her mind was firmly fixed on obeying Dr. Reinhardt's command, and she seemed to feel he had something good in store for her.
Tina wasn't disappointed. When she entered her bedroom, she saw Boyd seated on the edge of her bed. He was stark naked.
There was only one thing wrong with him to Tina's way of thinking: His prick wasn't up.
There was no need for Dr. Reinhardt to give her a command. Neither he nor Boyd said a thing. The hypnotized and aroused young woman dropped to her knees in front of Boyd.
As Dr. Reinhardt watched with approval, Tina grasped Boyd's limp cock and lifted it so that the bare head protruded between her curled thumb and fingers. She stuck out her rosy tongue.
The young man groaned with pleasure as Tina began ardently licking his cock. His glans swelled. His shaft stiffened in Tina's grasp.
She capped her warm, wet mouth around his ballooning cockhead and sucked. She thought that nothing had ever tasted so good as that tangy prick! She swallowed frequently as she bobbed her head, gliding her O-like lips up and down on his slippery pole.
She loved the feel of his flat glans as it plowed her tongue. She equally adored the super-stiff thickness of his stem between her lips, holding them wide apart as her mouth stroked rhythmically.
But as enjoyable as these sensations were, they didn't appease the raging hunger in the young woman's loins. On the contrary, they increased it.
Finally Tina released Boyd's cock, letting the stiff thing whip about as she rose to her feet. She quickly lifted her skirt and whisked down her damp panties. Without the slightest hesitation, she leaped astride Boyd's lap, spearing her spread-open pussy on his long, rigid dong.
She began to fuck him wildly.
Boyd pulled up her blouse, loosened her bra, and lifted the cups of her breasts. As Tina writhed and pumped on his blissfully penetrating penis, he squeezed and rolled her tits. He placed his hands underneath the lusciously projecting mounds and jiggled them up and down.
"I love it, I LOVE it!" the enraptured girl cried as she screwed like a madwoman.
Her brunette hair tossed wildly. Her titties bobbed in and out of Boyd's playful grasp. His marvelously big-headed prick sawed up and down in her pussy, across the hard, hot nub of her clit.
"Very good!" Dr. Reinhardt chortled as he watched. "Yes, very good indeed!"
He paused for a few moments, then added in a commanding tone, "You are no longer under my orders, Tina. You may do anything you like!"
The girl kept fucking ardently.
A mental voice cried, "Shame!"
Tina stifled it.
Nothing mattered but the wonderful, long, stiff extension of Boyd's manhood that was thrust up inside her-pumping and grinding, giving her thrill upon thrill as she shook her tits in front of his face and wiggled her hot, bare ass.
Reinhardt turned and left the room.
Boyd fell backward across the bed and began to stab his prick vigorously upward into Tina. She sprawled atop him. He rolled her over, his rod still deeply imbedded. From on top, he screwed her furiously.
Tina's bobbing ass made the bed creak. She kicked her legs in the air. She whooped.
Firecrackers started going off again-another whole string of them, as before. Tina wallowed in the bliss of her continuing orgasm. Boyd kept grinding and thrusting into her, making her juice spurt out along her thighs.
Tina screamed.
Then suddenly the room seemed to cave in around her, and she passed out in the feel of Boyd's energetic spurts in the depths of her convulsing pussy.
When Tina awoke, she was alone. She lay across the bed with her legs wide apart. She felt very wet ... but deeply satisfied, so satisfied that she didn't want to move.
However, her mind started working, hurling vicious accusations:
Slut!
Tramp!
WHORE!
Tina struggled to her feet. She was dizzy. Her legs wanted to buckle.
She lunged in first one direction, then another, feeling she must do something-run!-but where? Mostly she wanted to try to escape from herself and from the awful things she had done, particularly her action a little while ago when Dr. Reinhardt had given her a clear choice to be a slut or a lady. She had chosen to go on fucking. That fact loomed crystal clear in her mind.
Tina rushed to the door and wrenched the knob. Miraculously the door opened.
Boyd must have forgotten to lock it when he left! she. realized.
The startled girl stepped into the hall. There was no one about.
My pants! Tina suddenly thought. I've got to at least put my pants on!
She hurried back into the room and found her panties. Holding them in front of her, she quickly stepped into the filmy garment and drew it up. The elastic snapped against her delicately contoured belly.
She ran back to the door, her titties bobbing.
There still was no one in the hallway. With wild excitement pounding in her throat, Tina ran toward the back of the house and the stairway which she and Dr. Reinhardt had used earlier.
She flew down the stairs. Near the foot of them there was a door which looked as if it led to the outside. Tina opened it.
She found herself standing outside in the cool darkness. She shivered and hugged herself as she looked around frantically, wondering which way to run.
My car! she thought, and remembered the parking lot next to the .building. Reinhardt probably had someone put my car there. Maybe the keys are still in it.
She rushed around the corner of the house. A number of cars were parked in front of her. She began searching for her own.
"Hey!"
Tina stopped, her tits giving a little jiggle. She looked anxiously around to try and spot the man who had spoken softly.
"Over here!" the same voice said.
Tina saw the fellow standing in the shadows between two car. She debated quickly, then walked over to him, an arm across her naked breasts while she held a hand in front of her very thin panties.
She recognized the young man who had occupied the couch next to hers in Dr. Reinhardt's viewing room-the one who had been masturbating. Tina conveniently forgot that she had been masturbating just as hard as he, though with less success.
"So it's you!" she said softly, not sure whether she wanted to have anything to do with such a filthy person. But she needed help.
The fellow gave a shy smile. "What are you doing-running around out here like that?" His eyes plucked at her panties.
"I have to get away from this place!" Tina said. "Will you take me?"
The young man continued looking her over, trying to see past her shielding hands and arm. "Where are your clothes?"
"Doctor Reinhardt has them. He was keeping me a prisoner in there. Ooh, help me! Hurry!"
"Are you telling the truth? You didn't look like a prisoner when I saw you before."
"I was hypnotized! Oh, my God," Tina added frantically, "someone will be looking for me in a minute!"
"I don't know," the young man said. "This place is supposed to be a sanitarium. How do I know you aren't a patient? A mental patient, even?"
"Listen, I'm not as crazy as you are!" Tina exploded self-righteously. "The way you were abusing yourself!"
The fellow blushed and shuffled his: feet. "Don't talk about that," he said, looking down.
"Well, will you help me or won't you?" Tina demanded, realizing that she would have to continue looking for her own car if the young man wouldn't give her a ride ... and quickly.
"Okay," he said. "I'll take a chance. Get in." He indicated the car beside him. It was a sporty little foreign job.
As the fellow held the driver's door, Tina climbed in and slid across the seat. She was unable to keep her tits covered all the time, and the boy ogled them as they bobbled in the moonlight.
He slid in behind the wheel. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Tina Sawyer."
"I'm Craig Winston. You live around here?" He started the car's engine.
"No. Quite a ways away."
"Well, I can't take you far. My mother's waiting at home for me. I've got to get back to her."
He backed the car out, then headed it toward the driveway.
"You live with your folks, huh?" Tina asked.
"Just with my mother. My father died when I was a year old."
"I see."
"How far do you think you can get, dressed like that?" Craig asked, glancing at Tina's skimpy blue panties. She was holding an arm in front of her tits.
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe you'd better take me to the nearest police station. I'm going to make a lot of trouble for Doctor Reinhardt!"
"Don't do that," Craig said. "He's got a great place there. I dig it a lot."
"Yes, I could see you were digging it," Tina replied ruefully. "But tell me something, will you? With lots of girls around-and available, from what I saw-why do you, well, make it by yourself?"
Craig stared straight through the windshield as they drove along. His handsome features appeared pained.
"That's none of your business," he said guiltily.
"I know," Tina admitted. "I suppose it was rude of me to ask."
There was silence in the car for a few moments.
"Oh, I'll tell you," Craig suddenly said. "I've ... never been able to make it with a girl. The closest I ever came was with you there in the viewing room. If I could have gotten up the nerve to touch you, I think maybe it would have been all right. I guess it was because you were doing the same thing I was doing. And you told me the things I like to hear. Some girls don't like to talk to a guy like that."
Though she didn't approve of the young man, Tina's heart went out to him. He was obviously unhappy.
What am I thinking about? she chided herself. He doesn't matter to me! All I want is to get to a police station, call my father, and have Doctor Reinhardt arrested.
"You didn't tell me how you happened to be at Happy Vale," Craig said, giving Tina a shy, sidelong glance.
"Oh. Well, my father owns the place and I was there to talk with Doctor Reinhardt about the rent."
"Whaaat?" Craig looked at her suspiciously.
"What's the matter?" Tina asked. "Don't you believe me?"
"Hardly," he said. "You were in there looking at that orgy. Now you say you were hypnotized. And I found you running around with only your panties.
Suddenly he braked the car to a stop on the dark road.
"Why are we stopping here?" Tina demanded.
"I'm going to turn around and take you back," Craig announced, turning the car sideways in the road. "You must be a patient at that place."
"I am not!" Tina cried. "Oooh, please! You've got to believe me!"
Craig said nothing as he resolutely backed the car up, preparing to turn around and return to Happy Vale.
Desperate, Tina wrenched the door open and jumped out. She started running down the road.
Craig straightened the car and followed her. The headlights illuminated her twisting buttocks in her thin, silken pants. But instead of stopping, he drove right by. Tina stopped and stared at his receding taillights, and she said a naughty word:
"Shit!"
But she shouldn't feel too bad, she realized. She was free, and someone else would pick her up along the road.
She resumed walking slowly. She was afraid as she cast furtive glances at the dark fields at either side of the road. But she continued on, hugging herself for protection against the evening chill.
After a few minutes, lights illuminated the road ahead and Tina heard the sound of a vehicle approaching behind her. She turned to face the lights, shielding her breasts and pussy as best she could.
The car ground to a stop and the right-hand door flew open. Boyd leaped out.
Tina turned and began to run. Boyd lunged at her, catching her around the waist and sending her tumbling headlong into the grass beside the road. He sprawled atop her near-naked form, and she felt the shape of his penis grinding into the crack between her panty-clad buttocks.
She hurt from the fall she had taken and from Boyd's weight. But beyond that, she felt more miserable than ever. Her frantic attempt to gain freedom had been foiled, and she was once more in Dr. Reinhardt's clutches. She feared he wouldn't give her another chance to get away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back in her locked room at Happy Vale, Tina lay on the bed and cried.
She had bathed away the smudges she had gotten when she'd taken her tumble-as well as the residue from her last humiliating fuck. And she bore no scratches or other scars. But she was desperately unhappy.
It seemed that there was no hope at all. By the time Dr. Reinhardt got through with her, she probably would be so corrupted that she would indeed accept whatever he wanted to do. She no longer had any faith in herself-even in her essential goodness.
Hadn't she eagerly screwed Boyd even after Reinhardt had given her a chance to stop?
Hadn't she sucked Boyd's cock of her own accord?
Hadn't she thrilled to Sam's brutal rape?
She was no good at all, Tina concluded. Perhaps she belonged exactly where she was-in a whorehouse! Wasn't that what men called such places?
The door of Tina's room opened, and she raised her head. Black Sam entered. He was carrying something in his hand. As Tina watched, he dropped several pieces of rope on a chair.
"What's that for?" she demanded, frightened.
"You'll see, mamma," the Negro replied calmly.
She whirled around and sat up. She was fully dressed.
"Please don't tie me up!" she implored. "I can't get out of here as long as the door's locked!"
"
"Dr. Reinhardt ain't worried about you getting out," Sam said. "He just figures you've got a little punishment coming."
"P-punishment?"
"Yeah." Sam grinned. "Of course, maybe you won't mind what he's fixing to do to you. Some gals really dig it."
"What are you talking about?" Tina asked.
"You'll see. Now roll onto your belly."
"NO!"
"Goddamn you, mamma, am I gonna have to rough you up again?"
"Ooh, please don't!"
"Then roll over!"
Trembling with fear, Tina turned onto her stomach. Sam flipped up the back of her skirt, baring her panty-clad ass. He pulled down her pink panties, twisting them off her legs.
"What are you doing that for?" Tina asked, apprehensively staring at him over her shoulder.
"You as too fuckin' many questions," Sam said, and gave her a slap across the bare bottom.
"Oh!" Tina exclaimed.
She watched through anguished eyes as the big black man picked up a lengthy piece of clothesline rope. He looped it around one of her knees and pulled the knee forward, toward the head of the bed.
"Nooh!" Tina wailed.
"Shut up or I'll spank you again," Sam threatened as he tied the ends of the rope around one of the headposts.
Tina was sprawled uncomfortably, with one knee up and the other back. This caused her lovely crotch to be spread open, exposing the black-haired lips of her pussy and even her asshole.
Sam looped another rope around her other knee and pulled it forward. This thrust Tina's ass in the air. The Negro completed the humiliating bondage by tying her wrists low on the headposts of the bed, forcing her to keep her chest against the mattress.
Though not in pain, Tina was extremely uncomfortable. And she felt more embarrassed then ever, trussed in this fashion. Her bottom was spread wide, so that she didn't have the slightest secret from anyone who might enter the room.
Sam left, but Tina knew she wouldn't be alone for long. She wondered what fiendish "punishment" Dr. Reinhardt had in mind for her.
The answer was soon forthcoming. Sam returned and Dr. Reinhardt was with him. The doctor led a black German shepherd.
"Ooh, my God!" Tina cried. "What's the dog for?"
"For you, mamma," Sam replied, and chuckled. "Ain't that right, Doc?"
"Yes, all for you, Tina," Reinhardt said. "This might be considered punishment in a way. But it's another step in your conditioning process, as well. You are going to experience the sensual joy of bestiality."
"NOOOH!" Tina cried.
"Oh yes, my dear," Reinhardt said. "Screaming will do no good. Nothing can be heard outside this room."
Tina's brain reeled at the thought of the hideous experience that lay in store for her. g
"Let the dog sniff her ass first," Reinhardt told Sam.
"Up, boy!" Sam commanded, and Tina felt the mattress depress as the dog rested his forepaws on it.
She tensed, her heart thudding. She wanted to pass out, but she knew she was too excited for that. She even felt hot between her legs. But why? She certainly didn't want this awful thing to happen!
The dog began to sniff at the wide-open crack between her plump white buttocks. She felt his cold, wet nose touch her asshole, and she jumped. The beast's breath tickled her, ruffling the hairs on her pussy.
Tina moaned.
The sound turned into a gasp as the dog's slimy tongue swiped upward through her crotch, moistly caressing her cunt and anus. She shuddered.
The dog began sniffing the hairy pouch that thrust backward from between her elevated thighs. Tina felt warmth rush into her labia, puffing them.
"Hey, look at her little cunny coming open!" Sam said.
"Yes," Dr. Reinhardt replied. "What a delectable soft pink oval!"
"Noooh ... noooh ... oh, PLEASE" Tina sobbed.
"The dog's getting ideas, too," Sam reported. "Wait until his prick is all the way out," Reinhardt advised. Tina couldn't see the beast because her trussed posture prevented her from turning her head very far. She found it impossible to imagine what the dog's cock looked like. She had never owned a male dog nor seen one fucking.
Is a dog's penis longer than a man's? she wondered. Will it hurt?
All this time the beast was continuing to sniff and lick Tina's open ass. He seemed to be trying to wedge his vile nose right into the socket of her vagina.
Tina's tension increased. Her body was throbbing wildly. She wanted to scream, but her breath seemed to be dammed up.
"He's ready now," Dr. Reinhardt told Sam. "Boost him up onto her."
No! Tina thought. My God, No!
The animal's rough, heavy paws skidded against her back, causing her to gasp. The dog whined. He was breathing heavily. Drops of his spittle fell against Tina's shoulders.
She cringed. She writhed.
The dog's hairy belly slammed against her back and she felt his cock skidding against the slit between her legs. Tina's head grew light.
"You've got to help him," Reinhardt told his Negro assistant.
"I don't like to handle that dong of his," Sam replied.
"You must do it! He can't get it in there." Tina's brain was whirling faster. Suddenly she felt Sam's hand brushing her pussy, then the tip of something slippery and viciously hard breaching her cuntlips. "NO! she thought.
The dog whined and lunged. His slick and very stiff penis speared brutally into Tina, forcing her tender membranes apart and sinking all the way.
"OOOOOH!" the degraded young woman bawled, all the breath rushing out of her.
The German shepherd began to fuck her viciously, lunging with demoniac speed and force. He whined. His coarse hair scratched Tina's back and bottom. His saliva dribbled across her shoulders.
"NO ... NO ... NO ... NO!" she cried as the dog's slick, brutal prick kept jacking into her cunt.
The whole room seemed to whirl.
The dog whined more sharply. He fucked Tina harder.
She wailed.
Then suddenly, as the dog's prick was pumping wildly inside her, Tina began responding sensually to it. Her cries of protest turned to moans of forbidden delight. She twisted her ass against the beast's vicious lunges. Her back undulated. Her cunt clutched at the dog-cock, rippling around it.
"OOOH!" she cried. "WOW! OOOH, BAY-BEEEE!"
"Shit!" exclaimed Sam as he watched and listened in amazement.
"Yes, Tina ... YES!" said Reinhardt.
"FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!" Tina cried at the dog. "SCREW ME! OOOH, SHIT!"
She came, her whole body heaving beneath the dog's hairy bulk. Her soft cunt contracted around the dog's knob-ended dick, virtually trapping the brutal thing inside her. But the dog kept jiggling and rocking Tina's flesh. The animal whined sharply. He jabbed deep inside Tina's cunthole and spurted.
The amazed girl shuddered with the most giddy delight she had yet felt.
Then suddenly it was all over. The dog was off her, and she was panting as her dead weight strained against the ropes. Her pussy continued to throb. Her brain whirled lightly.
She was dimly aware of an order Dr. Reinhardt gave to Sam. The black began releasing her bonds, first from the wrists then from her knees. She collapsed on the bed, moaning softly.
Only after the men and the dog had left her bedroom did the full meaning of what had happened register in Tina's fevered brain:
She had been fucked by a dog and had ENJOYED it!
No use kidding myself any longer, she thought. I dig sex, really DIG it! And it doesn't seem to matter who-or WHAT-is giving it to me, once they get me hot!
That didn't mean she forgave Dr. Reinhardt or the others for what they had done. She hated them as much as ever. The fact that they had awakened her to the truth about her own sensuous nature didn't excuse the way they had done it, using force and violating her human rights.
Dr. Reinhardt had been correct about her in a sexual way, she grudgingly admitted. But in his obsession with sex, he had failed to consider her pride as a human being. Perhaps she possessed more of this quality than most people, and that was where the doctor had gone wrong.
At any rate, she was as determined as ever to make him pay for his vile acts. Now that her own guilt was gone, she could concentrate on his.
But to do something about it, she would have to get away....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tina slept soundly for the remainder of that night. She had bathed and was dressed by the time Myra appeared with her breakfast.
"I looked in on your earlier," the red-haired nurse said, "but you were sleeping so peacefully I decided to let you have a late breakfast."
"I didn't know you decided anything," Tina replied as she sat down before the inviting tray of sausage, toast, and eggs.
"Come on now," Myra said, taking a chair opposite her. "Let's not fight. I really like you very much ... dear."
"I'm sure you do," Tina remarked sarcastically, and sipped her orange juice.
"No. Really." Myra's green eyes were on her. "I'm truly sorry that we've had to treat you the way we have."
Tina poured steaming coffee into her cup. She was thinking about Myra and the way women like her engaged in sex. Tina had a general idea how they went about it, but the details weren't clear in her mind. More important, she didn't quite see how it would be satisfying. After all, there was one vital attribute that a woman lacked when making love to another woman: a prick.
Tina's new sexual liberation permitted her to speculate on such matters without guilt. She even dared to wonder if now was not an opportune time to find out how Lesbian love really worked.
Myra watched her as she finished her breakfast, eating everything. Tina's occasional glances read the warmth in the pretty nurse's eyes.
When Tina was through Myra sighed and stood up. "Well, I'll take this tray back to the kitchen," she said, as if that was what she least wanted to do.
Tina glanced up at her. "Can't that wait until later?"
The teenager watched the changes that took place in the nurse's eyes. There was a sudden surge of hope, followed quickly by skepticism, then curiosity.
Tina pushed away the small table on which the breakfast tray rested. She remained seated on the bed. Standing before her, Myra seemed uneasy, nervous.
Tina smiled and extended her arms.
The pretty nurse happily lunged forward, toppling Tina onto her back across the bed. The two women warmly embraced-breasts to breasts, belly to belly. Myra writhed atop the younger girl, seeking Tina's mouth.
They kissed.
This was a new kind of experience for Tina. Myra's lips were much softer than a man's and more gentle. But there was also a fierce intensity about them.
Myra's tongue immediately surged into Tina's mouth, stroking Tina's tongue. The younger girl couldn't help but respond to this intimate tactile stimulation. She let her hands glide along Myra's back and stroked the nurse's small, firm buttocks through her skirt and panties.
Myra rolled onto her side, turning Tina onto her side as well. Myra was panting as their kiss ended.
She grasped Tina's skirt and pulled it up. Her hands made passionate love to the teenager's panty-clad bottom.
"I couldn't ... believe you really ... wanted to!" Myra said, breathing excitedly. She began to pull down Tina's pants.
"I want to!" the eighteen-year-old brunette exclaimed: And at that moment, she did. She had to find out what it was like, how it compared to being fucked by a man.
She bicycled her legs as Myra drew the panties off her. Then Myra forced her onto her back and sat up, pulling Tina's skirt high around her waist.
"Ooh, so lovely ... so lovely!" Myra cooed as she appreciatively petted the tuft of soft hair on Tina's cuntmound.
The nurse let her slim, delicate fingers glide deeply between Tina's legs, stroking the velvety lips of the teenager's cunt and even the puckery slit of Tina's anus. The sensitive little depression tingled.
"Ooh, I've got to get all the clothes off you!" Myra exclaimed, and attacked the buttons on the top of Tina's dress.
The young girl helped her remove the garment. Myra unhooked Tina's brassiere and took it away.
"Those titties!" the impassioned nurse exclaimed. "God, I've never seen such lovely ones!"
As Tina sat nudely facing her, Myra cupped and gently fondled the shapely, projecting mounds. She rolled and delicately tugged at the girl's emerging nipples, until the rubbery little studs were long and firm. Then she lifted a breast to her mouth and gently sucked at the nipple, her tongue doing as much of the work as her lips.
Tina mentally compared the sensation to the way it felt when a man sucked her tit. She had to admit that Myra's treatment was more knowing. She didn't draw hard as men sometimes did, causing discomfort; her tongue gave sheer delight as it stroked moistly back and forth across the nubbin and all around it.
Myra switched to Tina's other breast, first licking the nipple, then gently clasping it within her warm, moist mouth.
Tina sighed pleasurably. She was coming along, she realized-getting hot.
But she still wondered how she would gain real satisfaction. A woman could excite another woman by kisses and caresses, sure-but then what? How could she furnish the penetrating thrill that Tina required to reach a total climax?
"Let me get undressed," Myra said urgently as she hopped off the bed.
Tina watched her as she stripped in what must have been a record time. There was nothing delicate or seductive about the way Myra ripped down the zipper on the front of her nurse's uniform and yanked the dress up. She tore at her bra, whipping it away so that her small titties jiggled. She whisked down her simple white pants and nearly fell as she anxiously struggled out of them.
Her body was very slim and lithe, seeming in a way younger than Tina's, which was more womanly rounded.
Myra leaped onto the bed, and the two girls rolled about, clasping each other. They kissed and stroked. Tina's excitement increased.
Suddenly Myra whirled about and dove at Tina's darkly bushed loins, at the same time tossing a leg across Tina's face. The teenager found herself staring up at an open female crotch.
For a moment she nearly panicked.
What she saw wasn't what she wanted to make love to-a moist, pink-centered slit with fine red hair growing along it. There, too, was Myra's tight little asshole, right in front of her eyes.
But as the lustful nurse dove between Tina's thighs and began to lick Tina's moistening pussy, the young girl was goaded to respond. She stuck out her tongue, craned her neck slightly, and began to lick Myra's cunt.
The other woman's pussy didn't taste exactly like a cock, but there was enough of a similarity so that Tina wasn't repelled. Her curiosity drove her to cockscrew her tongue between Myra's labia and slurp along the slippery crevice.
By this time Myra had her nose between Tina's buttocks and her mouth warmly plastered around the well of Tina's sex. She was stroking her meaty tongue in and out of Tina's palpitating pussy-more boldly than any man had yet done. She was fucking Tina with the wiggly oral instrument.
This is good!
Tina dug it.
She sought out the deepest part of Myra's pussy and breached the hot little channel with her tongue tip. Myra jumped. She sucked and tongue-fucked Tina's cunt harder.
At the same time, the redhead settled back so that her cunt was pressed firmly to Tina's mouth and her asshole nearly touched Tina's nose. At first, the teenager hesitated to breathe. But an experimental breath convinced her that Myra was perfectly clean. She then breathed freely, tickling Myra's puckery little ass-slit with her exhalations as she gently reamed the mouth of Myra's pussy with her tongue.
Still, however, Tina didn't feel as if she was getting anywhere-even with the woman's tongue diddling in her cunthole. It felt good-very exciting, in fact! But this was as far as it was going to go, Tina feared. What else could Myra do?
The experienced nurse soon showed her as she fastened her mouth around the nub at the top of Tina's pussy. She began to lick and alternately suck at the teenager's throbbing clit.
Ow, wow! Tina felt like exclaiming.
But instead of voicing her passionate response, she acted it out. She placed her mouth around Myra's clitty and did to her what Myra was doing.
The older girl writhed atop her. She began a head-bobbing motion, sucking repeatedly upward on Tina's madly tingling clitoris, seeming to lengthen the tiny girl-cock as she made it hotter and hotter.
Tina's whole body responded. She bucked and writhed spastically, at times causing Myra's mouth to skid off-target. But the determined Lesbian kept returning to the delectable protrusion in Tina's labia, licking and sucking it with even greater frenzy.
Tina did the same.
When Myra jammed two fingers up the teenager's twat, Tina came with a rush.
She sucked so hard at Myra's cunt that the older girl came, also. They shivered and clung together, Myra gently stroking her fingers up and down in Tina's quim as she continued mouthing her clitty.
Tina fell limp, turning her face to the side. She gasped for breath.
"Well, how was it?" Myra asked with a satisfied smile as she dismounted.
"Good," Tina said.
But now that her curiosity was appeased, she knew she would never go to bed with a woman again. She had come, true, but without the intensity she had experienced with men. Fingers didn't take the place of a long, fat prick. And as for lips and a tongue, men had those, too.
"We'll have to do this again," Myra purred as she put on her clothes.
Tina didn't reply, but just stretched out on the bed. She thought about black Sam ... and Boyd ... and even about the dog. Then, for some unaccountable reason, her thoughts turned to Craig, the troubled young man who had masturbated in solitary pleasure while he watched others make out on the opposite side of a glass wall.
He had never been with a girl, but he had said he believed he could make out with Tina. Still, he had let her jump out of his car after refusing to help her.
The fool! she thought.
But he was a handsome fool and a strangely appealing one. There was a sensitivity about him which Sam and Boyd lacked. The other young men who had made plays for Tina also seemed to lack that quality.
Forget him! she advised herself. You'll never see him again!
Her overriding concern was whether she would ever see her father-or, for that matter, anyone in the outside world.
"You're coming along very nicely," Myra said as she picked up the breakfast tray. Then, as if in response to Tina's unspoken thoughts, she added, "It won't be long before you'll be able to go home. But I hope you'll come back to see us ... often. I'm sure I can convince Doctor Reinhardt not to charge you for the visits."
"Thanks a lot," Tina said drily.
She watched Myra leave the room. As the door closed, Tina listened for the lock to click.
It did.
Myra and the others weren't prepared to trust her yet.
CHAPTER NINE
Alone in her room for most of the morning, Tina considered her situation and came up with a plan.
When Dr. Reinhardt came to see her just before noon, the pretty teenager put the plan into action. Reinhardt was obviously surprised when she greeted him by squirming into his arms.
"My dear!" the gray-haired man exclaimed in dismay. "What are you doing?"
"It's been so long since I've had a man," she said shamelessly, "I need one! Don't you like me a little bit, Doctor?"
Before he had a chance to reply, Tina pressed her soft, moist lips to his and let her tongue wiggle between his teeth. She stroked a hand down his body and began boldly to fondle his privates through his pants.
Reinhardt pushed her away. He was breathing hard.
"I'm flattered, my dear," he said, "but I do not do that sort of thing. I'm the proprietor of this establishment, not a member of the recreation staff. I will send Sam to you."
Reinhardt turned to leave, but Tina hurried after him, trapping him against the wall, beside the door. Once more she pressed against him, this time kissing all about his coarse little beard, then licking his mouth before jamming her tongue inside and fastening her lips to his. Again she stroked the crotch of his trousers. His penis and testicles remained slack inside, and Reinhardt did not return her kiss.
Tina backed up and studied him.
He colored slightly. "You have embarrassed me, my dear. I am happy to see you are coming along so well, but please reserve your attentions for someone who can reciprocate."
"You mean...?"
"I am totally impotent," the middle-aged doctor announced. "Oh, I will admit I enjoy watching others having fun-studying them, if you will. But I am like the scientist who examines insects through a microscope."
"But you said no one was immune to sex," Tina reminded him.
"I am an exception," Reinhardt simply replied, and reached for the doorknob.
Unwilling to accept this for an answer, and to see her escape plan crumble away, Tina dropped to her knees. She quickly tore at the fly of Dr. Reinhardt's trousers.
"Stop that!" he exclaimed, and slapped at her hands.
But Tina succeeded in getting his fly open and snaking a hand inside. Wiggling her fingers through the flap of his boxer shorts, she grasped the doctor's cock and brought it out.
The organ was wrinkled and very soft. As Reinhardt looked down in consternation, Tina bowed her head. She took his entire penis into her mouth and sucked on it, buffeting the limp appendage with her tongue.
"Uuh ... aaaaah ... please!" she heard Reinhardt say, and cocked an eye up at him.
He seemed to be in some confusion, not knowing quite what to do. Tina kept sucking at his penis and tugging at the supple organ, trying to draw it out.
The doctor's cock did lengthen a bit and even swelled slightly. But it acquired no sign of rigidity. Finally Tina let the wet, wiggly thing escape from her mouth, and she stuck out her tongue to lick the smooth, bluish head.
Reinhardt looked down, watching her tongue caress his peter.
"Perhaps...." he said, puffing a bit.
"Yes?" Tina asked, interrupting her licking to look up.
"I had given up even trying," the doctor said with difficulty. "I have been exposed to so much sex around here ... I had felt it had lost its appeal to me ... but with a delightful young girl like yourself, one who hasn't had too much experience...."
"Yes ... yes?" Tina asked.
"Perhaps if you were to ... allow me to...."
"Yes?"
"Take all your clothes off and lie down on the bed!" Dr. Reinhardt commanded.
Tina moved quickly to comply, bobbing to her feet and unfastening her dress. She pulled the garment over her head. She hadn't bothered with a brassiere, and her tits bobbed merrily as she shucked down her pale-pink panties. She stepped from the silken undies and tossed them aside.
She was tempted to laugh at Reinhardt as he stood staring at her, his limp penis hanging from the open fly of his pants. But she restrained the impulse. She turned and hurried to the bed, stretching out on her back. She parted her knees temptingly.
"No, no," Reinhardt said. "Onto your belly, please."
Puzzled, Tina followed his request. Her plump buttocks quivered as they mounded high and firm. Her back was attractively undulated.
The doctor approached the bed and knelt upon it.
"So charming!" he said, gently caressing Tina's bottom.
"Do you like that part of me the best?" she asked in surprise.
"Oh, indeed! Now if you will just permit me to...."
His action completed the sentence as he gripped both of Tina's buttocks, his thumbs extending into the satiny crack between them. He spread her rubbery asscheeks wide.
She felt she should have been embarrassed to have the old man staring at her asshole. But she wasn't. Embarrassment over such things was a response she had recently outgrown.
She was, however, curious.
Why did Reinhardt find her bottom more tempting than her tits or cunt?
He immediately provided her with the answer.
As he held her buttocks well apart, he drove his bearded face into the cleft between them. Tina shuddered with sudden excitement as the middle-aged doctor began to lick and suck at her asshole.
With her jelly-like buttocks wobbling against his cheeks, the old fellow eagerly ate her ass. His saliva pooled in the puckered indentation of her anus. His sphincter spasmed convulsively, causing some of his spit to seep inside. Suddenly the doctor corkscrewed his tongue at the lubricated aperture, and Tina gasped as she felt that slithering organ sink into her shit-chute.
"Nooh!" she cried. "Ooh, my goodness, nooh!"
But the doctor wasn't about to stop. He worked his wet tongue as deeply into her asshole as he could send it. He reamed the softening hole.
Wild tremors coursed through Tina. Her buttocks shook violently against Reinhardt's face. His whiskers scratched her ass-crack, adding to her stimulation.
Reinhardt began to slurp noisily, plunging his tongue up and down in her ass.
Tina was getting very excited. Her clitty was hard against the bed. Her nipples were equally tense.
After what seemed an eternity of the doctor's mad slurping and sucking at her little rear hole, he lifted his bewhiskered face. Turning around, Tina saw that his cock had lifted also. It wasn't yet truly hard, but the thing was at least half-elevated and twitching, the head having grown to respectable size.
"Now suck it!" he commanded, standing up and pushing close to Tina's face.
As she bowed to his order, he clutched the back of the head. Tina took his cock in her mouth and began to plunge forward and back, letting her slick, encircling lips glide fully and slickly along the shaft of his pecker.
His glans plowed her tongue and swelled larger. His shank thickened and stiffened more.
"Oooh, my darling!" Reinhardt suddenly cried. "Your shit tasted so good!"
With that he let fly into Tina's mouth.
She was so startled that she couldn't do anything but gulp down the flood of thick, musky semen that surged up from his balls. She didn't dare stop sucking, and the more she sucked the more Reinhardt spurted.
He was groaning ecstatically, his stiff shaft twitching between Tina's lips. His glans kept ballooning on her tongue. The girl's tastebuds rioted as his semen washed over them and down her throat. A small amount seeped out around his quivering prick and drooled down Tina's chin.
"My balls!" Reinhardt bellowed. "Squeeze my balls!"
Tina reached into his clothing and grasped the egg-like masses. She rolled them between her thumb and fingers as Reinhardt spurted more.
Tina felt positively full of his cream by the time the eruption stopped and the man tottered backward. His penis pulled from her mouth and bobbed wetly, dangling a string of saliva mixed with cum.
"My darling! Oooh, my little angel!" Reinhardt cried.
Tina smiled to herself as she wiped the spilled semen off her chin. She looked up at Reinhardt as she stuck her soiled fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean.
"Now will you let me go from here?" she asked sweetly. "You can see I'm a changed girl."
The doctor stared at her and didn't speak for a few moments. Then he quickly stuffed his penis back into his clothes and zipped up.
"I think not," he said. "You are perhaps a very good actress. But one cannot act all the time. I must study you more closely before I turn you loose."
With that Reinhardt marched from the room and locked the door behind him.
"Shit ... shit ... SHIT!" Tina cried in rage and flopped onto her back.
However, as she thought about what she had said, and what Reinhardt had done a few minutes before, she couldn't help but laugh. Her asshole still throbbed gently from the tonguing it had received. And her warm, moist pussy told her she needed something else.
What fools we mortals be! Tina thought, quoting from her collegiate reading of Shakespeare.
At least, she could take things more lightly then before.
After lunch Tina was escorted downstairs and introduced to the silver-blonde whom she had met informally upon her arrival at the mansion. The girl's name was Candy Prestiss, and she seemed to be in charge of the establishment's entertainment services.
"I understand you're going to work for us," Candy said, looking Tina over. "I told Doctor Reinhardt I doubted if we could trust you, but he seems willing to give you a chance."
"I appreciate that," Tina said gently.
"Well, you won't if you cause any trouble. I'll be monitoring everything you sat to the client in the other room. We have our guest rooms wired, you know. We also can look in without being seen."
"Nasty, aren't you?" Tina chided.
"No. Just business-like. Now I'll want you to bathe and change. This particular guest likes his girls in garter belts and long black stockings. That's all you'll need to wear. Of course, you will carry something."
From a shelf of the dressing room, Candy produced a miniature whip with a lash about eight inches long and a black handle of normal size.
"What's that for?" Tina asked, ogling.
"It's to stimulate the client's peter, silly. Some men enjoy that. He'll show you how he wants you to use it. Just don't hit him too hard."
"What's he likely to do to me?" Tina asked.
"Fuck you, I suppose," Candy replied nonchalantly. "Or perhaps just eat you and let you bring him off with the whip. But whatever it is, do it-and do it good! Our purpose here is pleasure-pure pleasure for a price."
"Yes, ma'am," Tina said.
She was waiting for the chance to escape, which she hoped might come at any moment. In the meantime she was determined to be as agreeable and obedient as she could.
"Now take a quick bath," Candy instructed. "I'll lay out your costume. Naturally you'll wear a robe on the way to the client's room."
"Mind if I ask you a question?" Tina inquired.
"What is it?"
"Do you ever screw with the clients, Candy, or do you leave that to the other girls?"
A faint smile played over the blonde's pretty face. "I screw if the price is right."
"How much do you ask?"
"A thousand dollars," Candy said without batting an eye. "For that they get everything-for all night if they like. I'm something of a status symbol among our clientele. Those who can afford me have one up on the others."
"Have you ever, uh, screwed Doctor Reinhardt?"
"Of course not," Candy said, as if the mere suggestion were ridiculous. "Reinhardt has no interest in sex for himself."
Oh, hasn't he? Tina thought. But she didn't say anything.
As she turned and went into the bathroom, she realized that she had one up on Candy.
CHAPTER TEN
The client whom Tina was sent to entertain was about fifty years old, with steel-gray hair and a surprisingly good physique for his age. He had the bearing of a military man as he stood in his shorts and watched Tina enter the room.
She closed the door behind her and gave him a smile.
He didn't return it. "What's your name?" he asked simply. "Tina."
"You may call me Guy."
"All right, Guy. What are we doing?" He eyed the small whip that she carried. "Don't you know?"
"I have an idea or two."
Tina opened her robe, and the stern-faced man ogled her titties. Her shapely boobs swayed as she laid the robe aside.
"All right?" she asked.
"So far," Guy said.
Tina approached him in her black satin garter belt and long dark hose. Her glossy bush, as black as the supporting garment, was erotically framed between the garter straps and her stocking tops.
"You are very appealing," Guy remarked as he took in the exotic display. But he still didn't smile.
Tina turned and showed her ass to him. "Am I all right back there?"
"Don't be cute," Guy snapped. "I dislike cuteness."
"I'm sorry," Tina said, facing him again. "You may remove my shorts."
"Oh. Very well."
Tina laid her small whip on the bed and reached to take hold of the man's boxer-style undergarment at the waist.
"Please kneel," he said.
Tina knelt. It gave her a strange-but not altogether unpleasant-feeling to be ordered about this way. When it was part of a sexual game, the effect was rather stimulating.
She pulled down Guy's shorts and was forced to suck in her breath when she saw the length of his meaty, dangling cock. His balls were even longer and hung below the bare knob of his dong.
He stepped from his underwear and Tina tossed it aside. She stared at his slack privates.
"Well?" the man prompted.
He obviously wished her to stimulate him, Tina decided, and she believed she knew how. Surely he hadn't asked her to kneel for no reason.
She wrapped a delicate hand around the base of his penis and lifted the organ so that its chunky head nodded. She used her other hand to cup his heavy nuts.
"You're built well," she said.
Guy didn't respond.
Tina bowed her head and began to lick along the curved shank of his penis. She worked her way to the base of it, licked into his hair, and swabbed his nuts a bit. She pressed his soft cock against the side of her nose and breathed in its subtle aroma.
She grew hotter.
Holding his dick straight up, with her fingers around the head this time, Tina licked along its underside until she reached the base of the glans. Then she slid her hand down on the shank and let the topknot bob. She swiped the cockhead several times across her lips, striking at it with her tongue.
She had denoted a certain tensing of the rope-like organ in her hand, and the head had perhaps enlarged a bit. But the cock had scarcely begun to get stiff. This was proved when she let it go and it dropped almost all the way to the balls. The way it hung a bit forward enticed Tina, and she pursed her soft, moist lips around its tip. She licked the man's piss-vent.
He didn't say anything, but Tina thought she detected a quickening of his breath.
She turned her head to the side and, holding his pecker up, struck at his pendulous balls with her rosy tongue. She buffeted the sacked eggs about. She caught some of Guy's pubic hair between her teeth and tugged at it.
Getting a bright idea, she said, "Turn around."
Guy turned.
Tina began to lick the small, firm cheeks of his rump.
He shuddered and faced her once more, saying, "I don't care for that."
"Well, just what would you like?" Tina asked, looking up.
"Keeping licking my cock. You can suck it a little, but not hard."
"Yes, sir," Tina said, and let her tongue swab the length of the meaty organ as she held it this way and that.
She unconsciously twisted her hips because she was becoming quite horny. Men's cocks affected her that way, now that she'd gotten well acquainted with them.
She opened her mouth and slid the soft O of her lips over the head of the man's cockshaft. She sucked very gently, licking the tip of his organ at the same time.
"Uuuuh!" he said. And at last his cock began stiffening.
Tina kept sucking at it, lunging gently. It finally stood straight out, and she didn't have to keep her hand on it any more. She held only the pecker head in her mouth and was surprised by how large it had grown. Her jaws were forced wide apart to accommodate it. She champed lightly on the spongy bulb.
Finally she backed up and let the man's organ whip free.
"Oooh wow, you do have a big one!" she declared. "How long is it?"
"Eight and a half inches," Guy said.
"I've never seen one so big."
"Really?" Guy seemed impressed by that.
Tina held the shaft straight up and laid it next to her nose. The tip touched her eyelid as she kissed it on the side. She breathed in the fumes it was exuding. She let her tongue waggle up to the head and lashed that fist-like mass.
"Uuh! Ooh! STOP!" ordered Guy.
Tina leaned back and looked at him. His immense prick stood forward and slightly up, pointing menacingly at her.
"Get on the bed," he said.
Oh, wonderful! thought Tina. He's going to fuck me!
She needed a vigorous screwing right then, and this man certainly had the cock for it!
But Guy disappointed her when she was positioned on her back, her knees up and parted. After kneeling between them, he ran his arms under her thighs and boosted her legs onto his shoulders. Then he bent his head and smacked his mouth moistly against her puffy, hair-lined split.
Well, this is better than nothing, Tina thought as Guy wiggled his tongue into her cuntmeat.
He proved to be an accomplished cunt-eater. He wasn't as delicate or knowing as Myra, but he took plenty of time. He obviously enjoyed her damp, fragrant slit. His tongue scurried up and down all the rosy folds of flesh, working in and out of them and wiggling them about. He poked briefly into Tina's hole, causing her to say, "Oooh!"
He sought out her clitty and licked it a few times.
Then he concentrated on eating her hair-covered outer cuntlips-up one side and down the other. His tongue beat a maddening tattoo against the sensitive little bridge between her pussy and asshole, then swabbed up through her cunt to its very top. He took a mouthful of her tufted mons.
Tina was squirming, but she didn't dare ask him for what she needed. The customer had to be served, not her. This realization stimulated her, and she was content for the moment to continue just that way.
Guy let her legs drop to the bed, and he stood. "Use the whip," he told her simply, as his immense cock waved about.
Tina stood and picked up the odd appliance.
"Uh, how do you want me to do it?" she asked.
"Lash my prick gently," he told her. "Just let it sting a little."
What a waste of a beautiful, big hard-on! Tina thought.
But she didn't argue. She began swinging the lash, curling it around the man's huge pecker, causing the prick to jump and twitch.
Guy went into ecstasy. He rocked on the balls of his feet, clenching his hands at his sides. He tilted his head back and breathed hard.
Standing in her black stockings, garter belt and high heels, Tina whipped his cock a bit more vigorously, but not so hard as to leave a mark. She lashed both the head and the shaft. She even struck the man's balls a couple of times.
Suddenly he cried, "Enough! Now kneel!"
Tina knelt in front of him.
"Open your mouth and don't move!" he said.
Tina followed his orders.
He began to thrust his big prick into the soft pink circle of her lips. The ridge of his cockhead skidded across the encircling bands. After jabbing her mouth several times, he let his dong leap free.
"Stroke it with your hand!" he ordered.
Tina stroked it, looking up at the man's tense, impassioned face.
"Now your mouth ... now your hand!" he rasped, panting.
Tina let him jab her mouth a couple of times, then she stroked him twice. She lunged her head again.
This continued until the muscles in her neck were sore. The man was wildly excited, rocking forward and back, wheezing.
Finally he cried, "NOW! Just your hand ... FAST!"
Tina grasped his huge prick and began to masturbate it fiercely. She moved a little to the side.
"NOOH!" Guy bellowed. "Look straight ... at it!"
She kept jacking him off, staring, panting.
When she was about to conclude he would never come, his great whang erupted, sending a vigorous shot of semen right into her face. Tina moaned, shutting her eyes. She kept jacking Guy's prick. His semen splashed over her nose and eyelids ... and into her open mouth. He was groaning wildly.
Tina didn't quit stroking him until she felt him getting soft. Then she let go of his cock and leaned back. She swiped at her slime-coated eyelids with her hand.
"I'll help you into the John," he said, his tone strangely gentle.
Keeping her eyes closed, Tina let the man help her to her feet and guide her into the adjoining bathroom. He positioned her in front of the sink and turned on the water. He handed her some soap.
Tina washed her face and dried on a towel. When she opened her eyes, Guy was looking at her warmly.
"You are very, very good!" he said. "You did it just the way I like."
"Thank you," she murmured.
After they returned to the bedroom, the man lifted his trousers from a chair, and dug into a pocket. He withdrew some bills.
"For you," he said simply, pressing the money into Tina's hand. ' "But didn't you already pay?" she inquired.
"That's a tip."
Tina unfolded the bills. They were two twenties.
Tina thanked him and wasn't sure how she felt. She wasn't insulted, and this surprised her a bit, because she didn't care to think of herself as a paid whore. The money was an honest expression of the man's gratitude and, as much, she accepted it. She was pleased that she had served him well. But she was frustrated physically.
She moved up to Guy and slipped her arms around his waist.
"Go now," he said, not looking at her.
It seemed that she was never going to enjoy the thrust of his huge and obviously powerful prick.
Tina returned to the dressing room and found Candy waiting for her.
"You did damned well for a novice," the silver-blonde said a bit grudgingly.
"He's a funny guy," Tina remarked as she took off her robe.
"Lots of funny guys come here."
"Doesn't he ever, uh, fuck anyone?" Tina asked.
"I don't know," Candy replied. "I've never seen him before. He told me how he wanted you to dress and that he wanted the small whip, but that was it. Did he eat you good?"
"Yes. But I prefer a fucking," Tina said.
Candy laughed. "Then you're different than most of the girls that work here. Why do you suppose we keep Myra around?"
"She's a nurse, isn't she?" Tina asked.
"Only when we get an official inspection or when the doctor wants to put on a show for someone ... like you, for instance. The rest of the time, Myra is our pet."
"I see," said Tina.
"This place hasn't had a legitimate patient since before I came here. You can get dressed, and I'll take you back to your room."
Tina complied, seeing no chance yet to attempt her escape.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fully dressed, Tina stretched out on her be. She writhed unconsciously, needing the satisfaction she had been denied downstairs.
She would gladly have accepted anyone who came to see her-Sam, Boyd, even ... no, not the dog, she decided. She didn't care for any more of that.
Finally Dr. Reinhardt entered her room. She sat up.
"We have a fellow asking for you," Reinhardt said. "Perhaps you don't remember him, but he occupied the couch next to yours in the viewing room."
Craig! Tina thought, her heart giving a little leap.
"He was quite curious about you, wondering if you were on the staff or if you were a client," Reinhardt went on. "Since you did so well with the first client, I see no reason why you shouldn't entertain this one as well."
"All right," Tina said simply, being careful not to convey her excitement.
"It's strange," Reinhardt remarked. "This Winston fellow has never asked for a girl before. He's always been content just to watch from the viewing room. You must have made quite an impression on him."
"I ... hardly remember him at all," Tina lied.
"Well, take good care of him," Reinhardt said with a smile. "Soon you will be ready to go home."
As she preceded the doctor from her bedroom, Tina was stimulated by the slightly damp rubbing of her thighs together. Her pussy felt hot as it wiggled.
But her main concern was that Craig Winston might be willing to help her. She had told him who she was, and he had come back, asking for her. What was more, he evidently hadn't told anyone what she had said to him.
When Candy told her what room he was in, the silver-blonde added, "You needn't change clothes, since he didn't ask for anything special."
"Are you going to be spying on me this time, too?" Tina asked. "That makes me nervous."
"Sorry," Candy said. "Doctor's orders." Her eyes twinkled insolently.
Tina's heart sank. How could she and Craig work out an escape if everything they said was going to be overheard?
Candy escorted her down the hall and into Craig's room. The handsome young fellow jumped up from his chair. Tina quickly shut the door and moved over to him.
Pressing herself into Craig's arms, she whispered urgently, "Don't say anything! They're listening! They're watching us, too."
Craig drew away and stared at her.
Tina couldn't quite fathom the look in his eyes. Did he still think she was crazy-perhaps more so than ever? Or did he have no interest in her at all, except as a sex object?
She was interested in him in that way. But escape was the main thing on her mind.
"I, uh, don't quite know what to say," Craig began. He shifted nervously, and there was a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Well, we don't have to ... really talk," Tina replied.
"Yes, we do! You have to understand about me." Craig glanced around, as if thinking about what Tina had whispered to him.
"All right. We'll sit down and talk, then." Tina positioned herself on the edge of the bed.
Craig moved to join her, then thought better of it and took a chair.
He's a strange one, all right, Tina thought. But nice. Really nice. He doesn't come at me like a caveman or start giving orders like Guy.
"I, uh, have never been with a girl," Craig said, looking down. "I told you that."
"Yes, I remember."
"That doesn't mean I haven't wanted to be," Craig went on. "But I have sort of a problem. I've been to a psychiatrist about it."
"Oh, I doubt if it's as serious as all that," Tina said. She wanted to take the shy, confused fellow in her arms.
"Yes, it's serious," Craig said, still averting his eyes. "It has to do with my mother. I've always lived with her, and we've been very close."
A rush of added color rose to his cheeks, and he quickly continued, "I don't mean there's been anything unnatural between us-nothing sexual at all. But I have a special feeling for her and ... well, the psychiatrist told me that's why I haven't been able to respond to girls. I keep thinking of my mother when I'm with them. She's very prudish and very nice."
"Yes, but she's your mother, Craig! She brought you up, but now you can be free of her and live a life of your own. Every man's entitled to that."
"I know. Still there's this mental block."
There was a painful silence.
Craig kept looking down as he continued, "It was only when I saw you there in the viewing room, staring at those people through the glass ... and I thought maybe you were a little like me ... that I felt I could relate to you. I even masturbated in front of you."
"Yes, you did," Tina recalled.
Craig looked directly at her. "Did that shock you or offend you in any way?"
"No," Tina said, shaking her head.
A glow seemed to come into the young man's eyes, but he was still fighting shyness.
"When I asked you to use those dirty words-words my mother would never use-did you mind that?" he asked.
Tina smiled. "Of course not. Dirty words can be fun."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes."
Craig moved over next to Tina, seating himself on the edge of the bed.
"Say something dirty," he requested.
"Fuck me," Tina calmly replied.
The young man quivered. "I want to! God, I want to!"
"Then do it," Tina responded, and lay back.
Craig looked down at her. There was something in his soft brown eyes that evoked a powerful response within Tina, and she extended her arms up to him.
Suddenly Craig squirmed away and stood.
"I can't do it!" he said. "You're like all the others. All women are the same. They try to get a guy to take them, but it isn't right!"
Tina vaulted from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of the tortured young man.
"I don't expect you to do anything," Tina said. "You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you."
With that, she unzipped his trousers.
"No! That's the worst of all!" he said, writhing away from her. "It's filthy!"
"Well, what would you like me to do?" Tina asked, getting up.
Shame-faced, Craig looked at her in silence for a little while. Then he said softly, "Just pose. Slowly take your clothes off. Walk around. Tell me ... about your body."
The prospect rather pleased Tina. But she was looking forward to two other things: first, a vigorous fucking-which she still hoped Craig would deliver-and, second, escape ... if there was a way that could possibly be arranged.
As the fellow sank into a chair, Tina began to move about the room, strutting a bit, as she imagined a professional stripper might do.
"I'm going to take off my dress," she announced, and unzipped the back of it.
Craig's eyes were narrowing. He obviously was growing tense.
Tina let the top of her dress drop, revealing her luscious bare breasts.
"Do you like my titties?" she asked, facing the youth.
"Ooh, yes!" he exclaimed. "Your tits are beautiful!"
"What do you like about them, Craig?" she asked, deciding it might be well to draw him out.
"They're so ... perfectly shaped," he said, staring hungrily at the erect, tapering mounds. "They're not fat and floppy."
"Well, thank you." Tina chuckled softly.
Acting on a sudden voluptuous impulse, she lifted her hands beneath her boobies and cupped the full, rounded cones. She squeezed a bit, letting her fingers and thumbs depress the pliant flesh.
"I dig it when you do that!" Craig husked. "Jiggle them, too!"
Tina flattened her hands, palms upward, beneath her boobs, and lightly bobbed the cute knockers up and down.
Craig chortled and squirmed. His face was florid.
"What are you doing?" he asked urgently. "What are you doing?"
"I'm jiggling my titties for you," Tina said.
"How do you feel? Do you like doing that?"
"Oooh, yesss! It makes me feel all warm and itchy."
This was no lie. Tina was about as hot as she could get.
"Take off ... the rest of your clothes now," Craig requested. "Let your titties bob as you walk around."
Tina resumed strutting, feeling more like a stripper than ever. The sensation was not in the least embarrassing. Tina enjoyed it, especially in front of such an appreciative audience.
She worked her dress down off her hips and turned her back to Craig, showing him her ass in filmy pale-pink panties.
"Oh, I can see your crack right through your pants!" the young man said. "That nylon is so fine and wispy!"
"Do you want to take my pants down?" Tina asked, looking saucily at him over her shoulder.
"Yes!" Craig moved to get up. "No!" He settled on the bed once more. "You do it! Roll them down, then pull them up again. Do that several times."
Watching him sultrily, Tina rolled down her panties, denuding her white, plump buttocks. Then she slowly rolled the sheer panties up again. She gently shimmied her asscheeks.
The youth made an excited sound.
"Is your prick hard?" Tina murmured.
"God, yes!" Craig croaked. "It's stiff as a spike!"
"I wish I could touch it," Tina told him.
"No! Keep playing with your panties."
Tina stretched the waist elastic of the intimate garment and lowered it. She shifted it this way and that, wiggling the panties on her hips. Then she pulled the elastic up and let it snap audibly against her tummy.
Again Craig made a sound.
Tina walked around the room, intentionally but subtly twisting her ass in the thin briefs. Her titties nodded up and down, up and down.
Craig squirmed. His mouth was hanging open.
"I have an idea," Tina said with a warm smile as she approached him. "How would it be if I took that nice pecker out of your pants and stroked it for you?"
Craig seemed to be writhing on the horns of a dilemma. He wanted his cock stroked-that was evident-but he still seemed afraid of Tina.
When he said nothing right away, the pretty girl dropped to her knees in front of him and clawed at the front of his trousers. She felt his big whang, perfectly stiff, sticking down his pantsleg.
"No!" the lad finally exclaimed.
But it was too late. Tina already had her hand in his pants. She grasped his warm cock and brought it out.
The rosy head bulged temptingly as it stood at the top of the youth's long, rigid shaft. Tina's mouth watered. She wanted to suck Craig's cock, but she was afraid that might alarm him and turn him off.
She began to stroke his rod gently.
He stared down at the erotic sight of her curled white fingers gliding up and down on his upthrust, straining prick. He groaned.
"Does that feel good?" Tina purred.
"Yesss!" the lad groaned. "Ooh Jesus, yes!"
"How about if I just...?"
Tina bent her head and flickered her moist, rosy tongue against the tip of his pecker as she continued stroking the virile shaft.
Craig jumped.
"Shit!" he exclaimed.
"Do you see how nice this is?" Tina asked, her soft lips brushing the tip of his prick. She kept stroking its super-hard shank.
"I didn't think...." Craig began. "I mean...."
"Take hold of my titties," Tina urged as she waggled her wet tongue along his cock.
Craig grasped the quivery, soft firm shapes that projected from her chest. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, treating her sensitive breasts like bulb-horns.
But he wasn't rough about it. There was a gentleness about the young man that Tina liked more and more.
He could he be so gentle, she wondered, when his cock was so terribly hard?
She capped her soft lips around the crown of his pecker and sucked gently as she kept masturbating his dong.
A strangling sound escaped Craig's throat. He began to jiggle Tina's tits rapidly.
She stroked him harder, sliding her encircling lips up and down on his cock at the same time. Suddenly he erupted, shooting a geyser of thick, warm cream into her mouth.
Tina gulped and swallowed. She continued sucking him and jacking him off.
The boy raised his hips from the bed, forcing his quivering pecker deep into Tina's face, and he splashed his goo directly down her throat. She reached into his pants and massaged his balls.
Craig had a complete and obviously gratifying come. Finally he lapsed back, his satisfied cock wilting.
Tina straightened and licked the foam off her lips. She smiled.
"Now wasn't that better than just doing it yourself?" she asked sweetly.
"Gosh, yes!" Craig said, and stared at her in wonderment.
"Let's lie down on the bed," Tina suggested.
Craig was too bushed at that moment and too amazed by what had happened to argue. He swung his legs around and stretched out on the mattress. Tina lay at his side.
She cuddled close and whispered into his ear, "Are you going to help me get away from here?"
"Gosh, I...." He looked at her in confusion.
"Shhh," she whispered, brushing his ear with her soft lips. "Don't let them hear what you say. And don't make it look too obvious that you're talking to me. Roll over onto me and hold me in your arms."
Craig followed her directions. Tina's heart palpitated against him. Her stiff nipples were stimulated by his coarse-textured clothes.
"Are you really a prisoner here?" Craig asked as he buried his face in her sweetly scented neck.
"Yes," Tina whispered.
"Well, what can I do about it?"
Suddenly the answer came to Tina."You can hit me-start batting me around! That will make whoever's watching come rushing in. I can slip out while they're restraining you. I'll hide in the back seat of your car."
"But I don't want to hit you!" Craig whispered as he nuzzled her ear. "Anyway, it would look phony."
"Not if I goad you into it," Tina whispered back. "Let me go now. Start hitting me when you think the time is right ... but not too hard. Fight with the attendants when they come in. But remember, darling, I won't mean anything I say. I think I love you, Craig."
"What?" the youth asked as he pushed himself up on his arms and stared at her.
"You heard me!" Tina exclaimed loudly. "You're a pansy, that's what! A queer! You couldn't give a girl a good fucking if your life depended on it!"
Her features set in mock anger, Tina squirmed out from underneath the youth and hopped to her feet, titties bobbing. She planted her hands on her hips.
"Look at you!" Tina cried. "All you can do is lie there and sniffle! And you call yourself a man!"
Craig lunged off the bed and began striking at Tina. He was careful not to hurt her, but with a little response on her part it looked as if he was really belting her.
The door suddenly flew open. Candy rushed into the room, followed by Boyd. She stepped aside so that the muscular young man could go after Craig. But she watched, ignoring Tina.
Her heart singing with elation, the teenager turned and rushed from the room, her bare tits dancing wildly. She ran down the corridor, toward the rear of the building. Her lush buttocks twisted in her thin silken pants.
She saw no one as she opened the rear door and ran outside. She streaked toward the parking lot at the side of the mansion.
She had no trouble identifying Craig's car from the night before. Once inside, she crouched behind the front seats.
Tina waited, her heart thumping loudly.
It seemed like an eternity before Craig appeared.
He quickly slid behind the steering wheel.
"What's going on inside?" Tina whispered. "Are they looking for me?"
"Damned right!" he said as he started the car. "They're turning that place upside down. They'll be out here any minute."
"Well, let's get away!"
Craig quickly backed the car out of its stall. He wrenched the steering wheel, and they took off, roaring into the driveway.
"Ooh, thank God!" Tina exclaimed.
"Where shall I take you?" Craig asked.
"How about a motel?" Tina suggested. "I can keep hiding back here while you rent the room. Then maybe you can sneak me inside somehow."
"I've never ... done anything like this before," Craig said.
"You've never done much of anything before," Tina told him. "And I was just like you, a couple of days ago. But I learned, and I can teach you."
"Did you mean what you said-about loving me?" Craig asked.
"Yes. And I'm more sure of it now than ever. I want you, Craig-really want you!"
"Let's hurry up and get to that motel!" the young man said excitedly.
Tina gave a soft little laugh. Things were working out even better than she had dared to hope.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tina waited tensely in the back of Craig's car as he registered at the rural motel. At that early hour, there was no one moving about.
Craig returned to the car and said, as he slid behind the wheel, "Our room is way at the end. I told them I liked it quiet."
He drove to the rear of the long stucco building and parked.
"Is there anyone around?" Tina asked.
Craig glanced to and fro. "Not right now."
"Then I'm going to run for it!" Tina announced. "But I'll give you a moment to get the door open."
Craig alighted from the car. Tina waited, her heartbeat accelerating. Suddenly she leaped up and out of the car.
Craig had opened the door of their room and was standing inside. As Tina ran toward him, her bare titties tossing, the door next to Craig's opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out.
He goggled at the sight of the beautiful girl in peach-colored panties who was rushing in his direction. Tina ignored him, and ran into Craig's room. The young fellow quickly slammed the door.
"Ooh, wow, that was wild!" Tina exclaimed, and pressed herself into Craig's arms. She was more excited than ever.
The lad drew back. He seemed confused.
Tina immediately perceived his problem, and smiled. "Now don't get nervous," she said.
"Everything's going to be fine-just as it was back at Happy Vale. I'll do just what you like, and you won't have to do anything if you don't want to."
"Really? You don't expect me to...?"
"To fuck me?" Tina completed.
Craig gulped. "I really dig it when you talk like that!"
Smiling, Tina turned, throwing her long brunette hair behind her shoulders. She looked at herself in the dresser mirror.
"I guess I'm none the worse for wear," she reported.
"How long were you in that place?" Craig asked. "For only a couple of days. But it seemed like forever."
"Does your father really own it, like you said last night?"
"Yes. He owns the real estate. But he has no idea what kind of a business Doctor Reinhardt is running."
"I suppose you want to call your father now."
Tina looked at Craig. "Well ... I want to call him, sure, but there's something else that's more important."
Craig took a backward step.
"Oh, I'm not going to come on strong," Tina said. "Don't worry. Why don't you just tell me what you'd like me to do-anything. I won't mind."
"Do you mean that?" Craig asked. "Of course."
"Well, uh, why don't you lie down on the bed?"
"That's an excellent start," Tina said with a smile, and complied, settling prettily on her back.
"Take off your, uh...."
"My panties?" Tina asked sweetly.
"Yes. Your panties." Craig obviously enjoyed hearing-and saying-the word.
Tina seductively slid the silken garment off, lifting her legs and bicycling them to remove the panties from her toes.
"Would you like to have them?" she asked, handing her pants to Craig.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, and grasped the warm puff of nylon.
He pressed the softness against his cheek. Tina smiled up at him. There was no condemnation in her eyes-only warmth.
The young fellow kissed her panties and inhaled their subtle girlish fragrance. He slipped them into his pocket.
"What I want you to do...." he said, and stopped, as if embarrassed to continue. "Yes?" Tina prompted.
"Maybe I'd better take off my clothes first. Do you mind?"
"Of course not," Tina smiled. Craig turned his back and began disrobing. Tina noted how tall and well-built he was, without looking like a football player. He laid his jacket aside, then his shirt. He opened the top of his trousers and slid them down, exposing his trim boxer-style shorts.
He had to sit and remove his shoes before he could take off his pants.
Tina continued to watch him lazily. The heat in her body was welling up. Her pussy was moist. Craig removed his shoes and socks. Then he slid the trousers off his legs. Not looking directly at Tina, he stood and removed his shorts.
The young man's cock arched forward from his balls. It was almost ready to rise to full erection, Tina noticed.
She wanted to help it, but realized she would have to play things cool. Craig was at a delicate stage of development right then.
Tina couldn't help but compare, in her mind, his condition with her own when she had arrived at Happy Vale. It was ironic, she decided, that she was now in effect acting out the role of Dr. Reinhardt, guiding Craig to an awareness of sensuality, as Reinhardt had done with her. But there was all the difference in the world in their methods.
Naked, Craig approached the bed. However, he didn't climb onto it, but walked around to the foot. He stared at Tina's lovely cunt between her seductively parted thighs.
"Touch yourself," the young man said huskily. "Rub your pussy."
"All right," Tina replied, and slid her hands down across her belly, into her crotch.
"Tell me what you're doing," Craig implored, his voice more tense than ever.
Tina began to stroke the plushy, hair-covered lips of her vulva. She said, "I'm rubbing my pussy up and down, and it's getting very hot. It wants something, Craig. It wants you!"
"Don't say that!" the lad exclaimed, and Tina realized she had gone too far.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, and gently eased her cuntal labia open.
"You're so pretty and pink inside!" Craig exclaimed.
Tina stretched her cuntlips as far apart as she could, so that her entire soft, moist vestibule was on display.
"Do you like the inside of my pussy, Craig?" she asked.
"Ooh, yes!"
"Do you see my little clit?" Tina wiggled it with the tip of her finger.
"It's hard, isn't it?" Craig asked.
"Very hard! As hard as your cock is going to be in a minute."
Speaking of the young man's sexual equipment, his penis had risen and was standing well out from his nuts.
"Look at how nicely a prick would fit right here." Tina said, and gently reamed her oval cuntmouth with a fingertip.
"Yes!" Craig replied.
His pecker leaped high, twitching as hot blood choked its veins. His glans swelled until it was the size of a small tomato-and just about as red.
Tina began to glide two fingers slowly in and out of her vagina. They rode smoothly on the viscous moisture she had exuded.
"My cunt really digs this!" she exclaimed. "There's only one thing nicer."
"What's that?" Craig asked hoarsely.
"A prick," Tina said. "A big, fat, long, very stiff prick, like yours. I'd love to feel it thrusting very deep inside me."
Craig writhed, obviously in torment. He grasped his throbbing erection.
"A cunt is so much softer and warmer than a hand," Tina said. "It wraps a man's prick right up inside it and feels as if it's coated with melted butter. You can slide your cock in there very easily."
Craig let out a little groan.
Tina rubbed her titties. "I'd like to be sucked up here," she said.
"Do you really dig it when a guy sucks your tits?" Craig asked.
"Ooh, I dig it a lot! It's almost as good as fucking."
"Well, maybe...." Craig began, his voice sounding like sandpaper.
"Maybe what, darling?" Tina kept rubbing her breasts and frigging herself.
"Maybe I could just ... suck your tits a little...."
"Yes, darling! Do that!" Tina implored.
Craig rushed around to the side of the bed and knelt on the floor. Tina rolled toward him, one lush titty tumbling atop the other.
Craig bent and gently fondled them first. Then he began licking a rigidly out-thrust nipple.
"Oooh, so nice!" Tina exclaimed. "Your tongue is so warm and wet!"
Craig sucked her whole tit into his mouth.
Sweet thrills rocked Tina, and she had to struggle to maintain control. Her excitement increased when she felt Craig's hand come to rest on her belly. With agonizing slowness, the insecure young man stroked her fluffy cuntmound, then continued on down between her legs. He gently twiddled the lips of her cunt.
Tina was sopping wet by that time. The mouth of her vagina was spastically contracting.
Craig ventured a finger into her hole, and the slippery cuntmouth grasped it.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, raising his face. "You really want me to fuck you-even knowing about me and all!"
"Of course I want you to fuck me," Tina said. "But you don't have to," she forced herself to add. "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
Craig stood. His cock was standing so high it nearly touched his belly. His lightly fuzzed balls clung closely to the base of the shaft.
Tina waited breathlessly.
Craig's eyes roamed her lovely form, and they were like paintbrushes, evoking a sensual response where they stroked.
Suddenly the young man vaulted onto the bed, kneeling between Tina's thighs.
"Don't laugh at me if I do it wrong!" he said huskily.
"Oh, darling! Any way you do it will be wonderful!"
He fell forward atop her, and his prick found its way into her wet and very open cunthole. Tina gasped as she felt his magnificent hardness surge into her. Though she had been open and waiting for his thrust, her aperture nevertheless was small. Craig's cock was very thick, especially at the cock head ridge.
As that horny rim glided up her cunt channel, it sent a voluptuous wave coursing to Tina's brain. She writhed and shook her tits against Craig.
She wanted to cry, "Fuck me!" but she was afraid to say anything. It was better to let Craig follow his own pace.
With his cock sunk deeply inside her, he ground it a little.
"Man, that feels good!" he panted.
"It feels like heaven to me!" Tina said, encouraging him.
Craig slowly withdrew, then glided his knob-ended dick deeply into her again. She let her belly undulate. Her cunt spastically clutched him.
"Ooooh, shit, I've got to fuck you!" Craig cried.
He began to screw Tina wildly, bouncing her ass on the springy bed as his cock bobbed up and down inside her.
Tina knew at that moment that she had achieved the bliss every girl dreams of. She began to come, and it was like nothing that had happened at Happy Vale. There was more than just physical enjoyment-though that was intense! There was also a spiritual oneness.
Craig kept driving his strong cock into her, shaking her from hips to head, as she kicked in the air and moaned wildly. Each cunt-stuffing thrust of his marvelously long, thick pecker gave her a new orgasmic burst of delight.
Finally Tina clutched him and locked her legs over his back as she returned his frenzied fucking stroke for stroke. Her climax just kept going on-blast after blast of sheer joy.
The young man screwed her even faster. He let out a strangling sound. Then he groaned raspingly as he bore deep within her tossing flesh. His cock leaped in her silken-snug embrace, and his cream gushed to pool in the pit of her vagina.
Tina held him close against her still-throbbing breasts, and the two young lovers rocked to and fro. The rest of the world didn't exist for them at that moment. It was as if they were in heaven.
"I love you ... I love you!" Craig pantingly exclaimed.
"And I love you, darling!" Tina replied. "I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone!"
Afterward, as they lay side by side, Tina said, "While Doctor Reinhardt was keeping me a prisoner in that so-called sanitarium, all I could think about was getting away so I could file charges against him and the others."
"Is that what you're going to do?" Craig inquired.
"Funny. I'm not sure now. If it wasn't for what happened to me at Happy Vale, I wouldn't have gotten acquainted with you. And I wouldn't be as happy as I am right now."
"Yeah, but if Reinhardt was holding you captive...."
"I know. He deserves to go to jail. But if that happened, and the place was closed up, what would the people do who get their kicks there?"
"I was thinking that when you told me last night that you intended to make trouble," Craig said. "Of course, I didn't believe you at the time."
"Do you ever want to go back there again?" Tina asked, looking into his strong, handsome face.
"Never!" he said. "I just want to be with you ... from now on."
Tina kissed him, and their tongues stroked moistly. He gently fondled her tits.
"There are others, though, who aren't as lucky as us," she said thoughtfully. "What will happen to them if Happy Vale goes out of business?"
"It's hard to say," Craig admitted.
Tina sat up and sighed. "Well, it's about time I called my father."
She lifted the receiver from the bedside phone and gave the long distance number to the motel operator. The call was put through, collect.
When Tina's father came on the line, she said, "Hello, Daddy!"
"Tina! How nice to hear from you. Are you having a good time?"
She looked down at Craig's naked form beside her and giggled. "I'm having a very good time, Daddy."
"When are you going to be home?"
"Ooooh, maybe tomorrow."
"You know, I never thought of a sanitarium as a place where people went to enjoy themselves," Harlan Sawyer said. "But I guess that goes to show how little I know."
"I'm not at the sanitarium any longer, Daddy," Tina replied. "Right now I'm at a motel ... with a man."
"Baby!" her father exclaimed. "Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes. And he's a wonderful young man, Daddy!
His name is Craig Winston, and I'm in love with him."
"Not THE Craig Winston!" Sawyer said in surprise. "The heir to the ballpoint pen fortune?"
"Well, I ... I don't know," Tina admitted, and looked down at Craig. "Just a minute."
She held the phone away from her face and asked Craig, "What do you know about ballpoint pens?"
He grinned up at her. "They're convenient to write with. And they make a lot of money for the people who manufacture them."
"Such as whom?" Tina asked.
"Oh, Mother for one. She owns one of the world's largest companies."
"Why didn't you tell me you were rich?" Tina asked.
"I didn't think it mattered. Does it?"
"Not in the least," Tina said with a smile, and lifted the telephone receiver to her face. "Yes, Daddy, he's The Craig Winston."
"Well, I'll be! Honey, sounds like you did all right for yourself when you finally decided to discover sex. Are you being careful?"
"Yes, Daddy. Don't worry about that."
"Well, where did you meet this Winston fellow?"
"At the ... uh ... I'll tell you all about it later."
"He wasn't at that sanitarium, was he?" Sawyer asked.
"Oh, no. No. Of course not."
"Well, I'll be looking for you at home tomorrow. And bring young Winston along. I'd like to meet him."
"I'll see if that can be arranged," Tina said. "Good-bye, Daddy."
"'Bye, darling. And let me say, I'm happy for you!"
Tina hung up, beaming at Craig.
"You didn't tell him," the young man said.
"Tell him what?"
"About Happy Vale-that is isn't a sanitarium." Tina blinked. "No, I didn't."
"Aren't you going to?"
"I guess not."
"And you're not going to tell the police, either?"
"Oooh, Craig, that would do more harm than good! And it would embarrass us, darling-I mean, if we're really going to keep seeing each other."
"Are we!" Craig exclaimed, wrapping her in her arms. "I'm never going to let you go!"
"Ooh, baby," Tina said, "I'm so happy!"
She kissed Craig passionately, then let her lips glide from his and down over his chin. She kissed him along the throat as he lay back. She nipped at each of his masculine nipples.
He moaned with pleasure and caressed her silken hair as she dipped her tongue in the little cup of his navel.
Her hand was gently fondling his privates, lifting his supple cock and stroking it. The hose immediately acquired the hardness of a pipe.
"Ooh, darling, you're so virile!" Tina exclaimed.
"Am I, really?" Craig asked.
"You're the most manly man I've ever known," Tina said.
She bowed her head and began to suck pleasurably on the juicy knob of his long, stiff cock.
Craig writhed. His balls bobbed as he stroked his cock upward into Tina's mouth.
After several minutes of enjoyable sucking, the happy girl raised her head. "Would you mind awfully if I got on top of you?" she asked Craig.
"That would be great!" he exclaimed with a grin.
Tina swung astride him. She held his prick at exactly the right angle and let herself down on it. The magic wand parted the petals of her pussy and sank deep into her warm, moist cunt.
"I don't have to ask you to fuck me," Tina said, "because I'm going to fuck you!"
"You'll never have to ask me that again," Craig promised. "In fact, you'll have to fight to keep me away from you!"
"That will be the day!" Tina said, and began to glide her encircling pussy up and down on his rod.
Craig's bulging peckerhead twisted deeply within her, stimulating every never-end in her palpitating, clutching cunt. Tina panted and squirmed. Her titties bobbed.
Finally she lay forward against her lover and fucked him with wild abandon. The bed creaked. The room seemed to tilt.
When Tina's orgasm broke, she knew she had achieved true completion. She moaned with bliss as Craig's hot spurts surged inside her.
She and Craig bathed together. Then they returned to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.
Tina awakened, having been gently roused by a caress on her bottom. The room was dark except for a splash of moonlight that entered through one window, bathing the bed in its soft glow. Tina evidently had rolled onto her tummy while she slept; Craig was kneeling beside her, tenderly stroking her creamy buttocks.
As she smiled at him over her shoulder, he bowed to the beauty of her ass and began to lick the lovely cheeks.
"Do you like that?" Tina asked.
Craig quickly sat up. "Oh! I didn't realize you were awake." He seemed embarrassed.
"I couldn't sleep with you touching me there," Tina said, and quickly added, "I wouldn't want to! It feels very nice."
"You have a beautiful bottom," Craig said, his eyes glowing warmly in the semi-darkness.
A quick glance at his midsection told Tina that he was splendidly aroused. Her heart quickened as she anticipated another blissful fucking.
Then suddenly a strange idea occurred to her-a naughty idea, perhaps, but one which had resulted rather naturally from the experience she'd had with Dr. Reinhardt. Several times she had caught herself remembering how his tongue had felt when it had entered her tight little asshole and wiggled around. She had wondered if perhaps a prick could breach that little opening between her buttocks without causing too much pain. If so, the effect would be so thrilling!
"Go ahead and kiss my bottom if you like to," she told Craig. "I enjoy it very much."
"Do you ... really?"
"Of course. I'm very sensitive there."
Craig bent closer to the beautiful half-moons which were so firm yet pliant. He resumed stroking them with his fingertips, then began squeezing them gently so that they parted a bit. He kissed first one lovely buttock, then the other. He let his moist tongue caress them, delighting Tina, as his fingers continued kneading the rubbery mounds.
"Am I pretty back there?" the excited girl inquired.
"Oh, yes!"
Tina giggled softly. "But how do you know for sure? You haven't seen everything."
Craig lifted his head a bit and pinched both buttocks, drawing them apart. The moonlight illuminated Tina's star-shaped, puckery anus.
"Ooh, baby!" Craig exclaimed, and pressed his face into the soft canyon between her butt-cheeks, kissing her directly on the asshole.
Tina shivered with pleasure. Her buttocks wobbled against her young lover's face.
This was more fun than being kissed back there by dirty old Dr. Reinhardt! This was wonderful!
"Do it some more!" Tina begged. "Lick me!" She felt it was naughty of her to ask for such a thing, but she couldn't help it. .
Craig seemed delighted to comply with her request, and immediately began swabbing her sensitive little indentation with his wet, abrasive tongue. Tina thrilled wildly. She squirmed, wobbling her buttocks more vigorously against Craig's cheeks.
If he would only stick his tongue INSIDE.' Tina thought. That would be heaven!
She was furnished with further proof of the perfect sexual compatibility between Craig and herself when he complied with her unspoken request. He stuck his tongue to the portal which he already had moistened with his saliva.
Tina's sphincter muscles relaxed in eager anticipation. Her dainty asshole seemed to blossom, and Craig's tongue easily glided inside.
"Ooooh, I LOVE it!" Tina cried. "Daaar-ling! Ooh, bay-beee!"
Craig lustfully stroked his tongue in and out of her grabby but slick little anus. His hot breath tickled her crack. Her buttocks vibrated wildly against his cheeks.
"Fuck me back there!" Tina begged. "Ooh, baby, stick your cock up my ass!"
Craig quickly raised his head. "Do you really want me to?" he panted.
"YES!" Tina exclaimed, gazing hotly at him over her shoulder.
"Maybe you'd better ... lubricate me a little first," he suggested, and scrambled forward.
His handsome prick was like a lance at the ready. Tina grasped it and capped her wet, warm mouth around its throbbing head. Licking but not sucking, she coated the bulb with her slippery saliva.
Craig withdrew his cock from her mouth and scrambled around behind her. Tina invitingly lifted her ass, spreading her knees well apart. Her anus still felt very wet and open.
"I'll try ... to be gentle," Craig said as he stared at the yawning crevice between her lovely white buttocks.
"I know you will, darling!" Tina said. She could hardly wait for his thrilling thrust.
When Craig's wet prick kissed her tingling asshole, she moaned with delight. Her sphincter relaxed invitingly. Holding his prick in his hand, Craig wiggled it as he pressed. The big bulb of his glans began to screw its way into Tina's ass, forcing her sphincter open ... widening it ... widening it more.
For one giddy moment, the impassioned girl regretted she had asked him to do this, for there was pain as the fattest part of his cockhead wedged itself into her narrow gate. Then his glans popped into her rectum, easing the pain as her sphincter contracted around his slippery shaft.
"Ooooh!" Tina moaned.
"Is it all right?" Craig asked anxiously.
"Yes! It's wonderful! Fuck me, darling!" Tina begged.
Exultant, Craig screwed his hard cock deep into her softly yielding guts. Tina moaned in bliss. This was quite the most thrilling thing that had happened to her yet.
Her ass began to bob and squirm around the long, firm shaft that was deeply sunk inside it. There was intense, ecstatic pressure inside, but no pain any more.
Craig fucked Tina's asshole tenderly but with virile, steady strokes. His straight belly patted her wiggling buttocks. Tina writhed and bumped beneath him. Though her pussy was totally bypassed, she was thrilled even more wildly than if her cunt were being screwed. The pressure of Craig's pumping prick in her rectum caused her cuntal nerves to respond along with the very sensitive nerves in her shit-chute.
Man and girl fucked with breathless ardor as her encircling sphincter spasmed snugly around his stroking shaft. These grabbing contractions quickly raised Craig's passion to fever pitch. Squirming against the bed to stimulate her clit and titties, Tina was right with him.
When he let out a groan of bliss and shot into her rectum, his hard cock quivering in the clutches of her asshole, Tina came with a magnificent burst of warmth. She vibrated from head to toes, her soft buttocks shaking against her lover's belly.
Craig lay forward atop her, licking and nibbling at her dainty ear. He reached underneath her, clasped her titties in his hands and squeezed gently.
Tina experienced a final orgasmic tremor. She was totally satisfied.
After a while Craig drew back, removing his softened penis from her ass. There was a sucking sound as the sphincter gave up its grasp of his meaty cockhead, then a soft Pop!
Tina's asshole slowly shrank, closing in soft, moist puckers. She was a little sore back there, and she felt suddenly vacant, but her deep gratification-which was psychological as well as physical and beyond her understanding-more than made up for the strange discomfort. Perhaps this wasn't the way she would choose to go often, but she knew she would want to do it again.
Craig snuggled down beside her and took her in his arms.
"Baby, I love you!" he said.
Tina knew he meant it. And when she returned his pledge, she meant it just as deeply.
There was only one thing in the world better than sex, Tina had come to realize at last, and that was sex with love. Now that she had found it, she was never going to let it go!
