In this exceptional original, manuscript, "Mama's Boy," the author Tom Leider gives us a true panoramic view of the sex scene as it is today. There can be no doubt that this is the "now picture" of what is going on among young people, and some not so young, all around us today. Some of the sexual scenes described reach a new vividness in descriptive detail-but this can be taken as part of the urgency on the author's part to give us as realistic a picture as possible of sex abnormality and perversion.
Many people claim that the only way to really know or understand something is to be brought face-to-face with the actuality. There is no doubt that Tom Leider does this most effectively in "Ball Action" as far as the practices of off-beat sex are concerned.
Psychiatrists also state that certain sex experiences have a beneficial shock, and therefore educational value. A case in point is the following from the files of a well-known physician:
"Beth D. had been going out with Jack K. for only a week, when he took her to a motel after a movie. While she was not a virgin, she was surprised at the vigor with which Jack copulated with her. If she had not given her consent freely to the masculine fury of Jack's raging penis, she would have thought she was being raped. All in all he penetrated her with separate orgasms five times.
"She herself came each time, but the climax of the entire affair was when Jack pleaded with her to let him suck her vaginally. As she consented, she realized that he had positioned himself so that he was also thrusting his penis in her mouth. The session ended with a mutual "sixty-nine" orgasm...."
The publishers are presenting this original manuscript with the view that the individual who is truly educated sexually can best avoid the perversions that tempt the unwary. This novel is recommended only for the mature adult reader.
Lee Craig, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
Celia Downing buttoned her thin raincoat and patted the plastic rain cap in place preparing to jump out of her beat-up Ford and run up the ten steps that led to her sorority house. The rain was really coming down now, and Celia wondered if it wouldn't be wise for her to remain in the car for a few more minutes until the storm lessened somewhat. She knew Mrs. Johnson, the housemother, wouldn't appreciate water all over the new rug in the foyer.
The tight, plastic babushka plastered her black curls flush against her head, and Celia felt warm and uncomfortable as she placed a cigarette between her red, pouty lips and lit it.
Her huge gray eyes stared solemnly at the streams of water cascading down the car windows, making it impossible for her to see out of them. She sighed, realizing that she might be in for quite a wait.
Damn, Jeff anyway! Why did he have to visit his relatives in New York THIS particular weekend! Tonight was the big dance, and she'd have to go alone just because a conference had been called in New York by Jeff's grandfather, the wealthy, important Anthony Montgomery!
Celia sighed again and blushed as she felt her pussy getting all hot and bothered. Thinking about Jeff always did this to her. What she would give to have him here, right now, his huge prick plunging in and out of her pulsating cunt! Oh, God, she breathed, feeling the burning itch take over her whole twat area.
She hastily looked through the water-streaked windows. If she couldn't see outside, chances were that no one could see in either!
Slowly, she parted her covering raincoat and pushed up her skirt. Her long, slender finger moved toward the soaking crotch of her panties and she spread her legs wider to get at her raging twat. Celia felt the juice-matted, black pussy hair and scratched her finger around in the fur before she parted the thick, fleshy cunt lips.
"Oooooh!" Celia moaned as her finger flicked lightly at the bud of her clitty. God, that felt so good! Just like when Jeff rubbed his great cock over her little "man-in-the-boat!"
She closed her eyes thinking of Jeff's giant pecker, pretending her finger was Jeff's fuck-stick. Then, she was lost in erotic fantasies of her lover's raging whang and she fiercely fucked her finger in and out of her screw box. With her other hand, she grabbed her unbra'd titty and began tweaking and pulling the hard, erect nipple at the same time she was finger-fucking her twitching cunt.
"Ummmmm!" Celia moaned as her hands worked at her titty and pussy. She knew she would cum soon, she had to in case anyone noticed her sitting in her car and came over to investigate. She finger-fucked her cunt furiously now, working to the frenzied brink of orgasm.
At last, she was almost ... almost ... NOW! She felt her loins quake violently as she shot out her thick, gobby cum, moaning softly, "Jeff, Jeff, oh, Jeff!"
It was all over in a second, and Celia sat there, her head back on the seat top, her finger still gently stroking her cum-filled twat. Her lips felt parched and she slid her wet tongue over their dry surface. She arranged her clothing, pulling her skirt down and covering it with her thin raincoat, and noticed for the first time the sweat rolling down her face.
Whew! It was hot! She had to get out of here, rain or no rain, she was so uncomfortable. Rolling down her window, she was glad to see that it wasn't raining as hard as it had been before, so she opened the car door and ran up the steps to the house. She'd have to hurry if she was going to the dance tonight, she just hoped Arlene, her roommate, wasn't stuck in the bathroom again! She'd never get dressed!
Celia's white chiffon evening gown clung to the perspiration on her body as she groped her way through the crowded dance floor to the powder room. It was past one and the large ballroom was getting increasingly hot and stuffy. She wondered dimly if her dizziness was caused from fatigue alone, for she had seen Arlene's date, George Adams, sneak in a bottle of gin and liberally dispersing it into the drinks on their table. Although she had refused his offer, she might have accidentally picked up the wrong glass while he and Arlene were on the dance floor.
The bathroom was packed with girls primping in front of the mirror-lined walls, giggling and sharing confidences through their booze-stimulated excitement. One girl was hanging over the sink, her mouth slack, with her lipstick smeared over the edges and on her chin.
"Oh, God, I think I'm going to be sick again," she moaned as she drunkenly made her way over to the toilet bowl.
Celia could feel the nausea running through her body and to her throat as the other girl heaved in the toilet next to her. She was sorry now that she had come to the dance and she missed Jeff more than ever. I've got to get out of here, she thought as she made her way out of the powder room and back to the table. Things were really getting out of hand this year. Even with her mild disgust of the other girls, she couldn't help but smile at what Miss Curtis reaction would be if she knew what was going on now. As Girl's Dean, Miriam Curtis helped to arrange all of the social functions connected with Dickinson College and prided herself on the close discipline she held over her girls.
Celia was suddenly jarred from her thoughts as a hot hand came into contact with her elbow.
"It's my turn now," Bob Hamlin, one of George's friends slurred, as he sidled up to her for the fifth time in the last hour. "You've been turning me down all night, and I'm beginning to think that you don't like me at all."
Bob had a crooked grin on his face and had obviously been drinking heavily. His tie was dangling to one side from the unsnapped neck of his formal shirt, and his breath was sour with booze and tobacco. His hazel close-set eyes boldly scanned her voluptuous body as he talked to her. Celia cringed inwardly at the thought of him holding her while they danced.
"I have to go home now, Bob. Some other time," she replied with a tone of forced gaiety. She then tried to pass him, but he blocked her way and nudged her against the wall.
"With whom?" he sneered. "Who are you going home with Celia?" Bob let his head roll back with a drunken chuckle, then brought it back up with a jerk that brought his thick lips so close to hers that they slightly grazed her delicate skin as he spoke. "With Jeff? Well now you can't do that can you? He's gone to New York to see his grandpappy."
Celia stiffened, her body sickened by his presence and tried to move around him. "Bob, you're drunk, leave me alone."
"I'll leave you alone if you can tell me what Jeff Montgomery can show you that I can't. Come on, we're going to dance, then we'll talk about whose taking you home."
Celia felt her body go limp as he pulled her to the dance floor. Bob was mean when he was sober and cruelly agressive when he was drunk. He was also unpredictable when he was angry and she was afraid of him even in this crowd. As he pushed his way through the dancers to the middle of the floor, Celia looked around for Arlene or George for help. Bob suddenly stopped and locked his arm tightly around her waist pressing her body against his. Other bodies around them pushed up against them forcing them together as the band began to play.
The music was slow and heady, and Bob, in his drunken stupor, began to undulate his body against hers to the rhythm of the song. His face was pressed to the side of her ear and his hot heaving breath sent cold chills tingling from her neck to her spine. She felt breathless and woozy and tried to back away from him, but his pressure against her body remained secure and unyielding.
"Bob, I can't breath, let me go."
"Mmmmmm, listen to that soft, sexy music, Celia. Doesn't it do anything for you?" Bob continued his animal-like gyrating against her cunt, ignoring her pleas. His right arm began to slide slowly up from her small waist, reaching under her upraised arm to caress her large, firm titties. Celia stiffened her body, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him away, the struggle would attract the attention of the other dancers. She lowered her arm and pressed it tightly to her side blocking his creeping fingers, and pinning them to the side of her body as they continued to dance. Still not discouraged, Bob removed his other hand from her waist and cupped it around the mounds of her asscheeks, clasping and unclasping at them through the filmy gown while he continued to grind his body against hers to the tempo of the music. Celia gasped in surprise. With utter repugnance, she could feel the hardness of his growing prick burning hotly on her thigh, even through the folds of her dress.
She gave a strong lurch and broke his hold on her, leaving him standing in the middle of the dance floor with a dazed look on his face. Her eyes searched frantically around the room for Arlene and George. To her relief, she could see them heading for the table and hurried over to meet them before Bob could catch up with her. Arlene waved as she and George made their way over to her.
Celia was leaning over to get her purse and coat when Bob came up behind her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him.
"You little cock tease," he hissed through his teeth. "I can buy you, your old man, and that sniveling boy friend of yours with my week's allowance," he spat at her as he released her wrist and flung it back at her.
Celia couldn't reply, but stared back at him as though hypnotized by his hateful eyes.
Bob's eyes were ablaze and his face contorted with rage. Celia could feel the shock waves of panic vibrating through her. Bob's anger frightened her, and even in this crowded room, she was not sure he would not try to revenge himself on her for her rather unceremonious rebuff of his drunken advances.
"Hey, Bob old buddy," George chimed in, unaware of the conversation that preceded his entrance. "Are you having a good time?" He laughed and slapped Bob on the back in a gesture of camaraderie.
"Oh, go to hell," Bob snarled as he pushed away from him and stumbled out into the crowd.
"What's with him?" George asked, then dismissing the subject, turned to Celia. "How about the next dance?" he asked bowing down and waving his arm out in a clown-like manner.
Celia said nothing, still numbed by Bob's tantrum.
"Hey, Celia," he persisted, "didn't you hear me, I just asked you for a dance."
"Yes, you two go ahead, I'm beat," Arlene said as she dropped down into the nearest chair.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?" Celia asked as she turned back to George and Arlene. She felt drained as she watched Bob disappear back into the crowd and his vicious words were still ringing in her ears. They had shocked her beyond feeling. How could he say such horrible things? Oh, Jeff, I'm sorry I came here, why can't you be with me now, she thought, as the closeness of the room and noise sent her head reeling.
"Arlene, I just have to get out of here, would you and George mind taking me back to the house now?"
"Ah, Christ, Celia, I don't want to drive all the way back there now," George argued, "besides we were going to drop by an after party just down the street. We promised the group we would, so let's stop by for a while and then go back. All right?"
Since there was no other way of getting home that night, she reluctantly agreed to go with them, The cool night breeze rustled through the jet-black strands of Celia's long, flowing hair as she made her way alone down the dark pathway to George's car, which was parked at the far side of the road. Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks as she half-stumbled, half-ran through the darkness trying to control the fury building up inside of her. The ' after-party" had turned out to be even wilder than the dance, and when she tried to find George and Arlene, someone had slyly remarked about them disappearing to one of the back bedrooms. Now, she had no choice but to wait for them out in George's car and try to get some sleep.
Inside the car she regained control of her feelings. The peaceful calm of the night compared to the frantic crowd of sweating bodies back at the house helped to sooth her shaking body. Making a pillow out of her coat, she decided to rest in the back seat. Lying there, her nerve-racked body finally found a troubled but deep sleep.
Celia awoke suddenly with a start. The car was rolling and had come to a quick stop at the bottom of the hill in a thick grove of trees. A dark figure leaning over the steering wheel in the front seat, guiding the car to a halt under a huge low-hanging oak tree.
It was Bob Hamlin!
Oh God! she thought. What's he doing and how did he get the keys to George's car?
"Bob," she gasped, "what are you doing? How did you get George's keys?"
"No keys needed love," Bob slurred, "just the smarts. A simple matter of slipping the brake and coasting down to this cozy little grove. Isn't that a gas?" As Bob spoke, a low, cruel laugh could be heard building up in his voice. There was no doubt now in Celia's mind of his sinister intentions to revenge himself for her refusal back at the dance.
Fighting back the panic, she lunged for the door and pushed down on the handle, but Bob, anticipating such a move, reached out and in one swift movement grabbed a handful of her long, black hair, snapping her neck back and forcing her back down on the seat. He swung his legs over the front seat and slid down beside her, sitting near her head with his hand entwined around the clump of hair at the base of her neck. He tightened his grip on it and pulled back sharply, bringing her terror-stricken gaze in line with his. His head was close to hers, the smell of whiskey overpowering her dazed mind. She struggled and tried to loosen his grip, but without success.
"That was so childish, Celia," Bob whispered. "A very childish move. You know you're going to get fucked don't you, so you might as well relax and enjoy it. That's what they say, isn't it?"
Celia stared back at him, unblinking, her body frozen to the seat. Hysteria swept over her as the grim realization that she was totally at his mercy penetrated her tortured thoughts.
"Well, isn't it?" he hissed pulling down harder on her lovely hair, "isn't it?"
Celia choked tears clouding her vision. "Bob, please, please, let me go."
"Let you go? Why Celia, love, you may not believe me now, but I'm doing you a great service. Yes, ma'm, a service! Just you wait, you'll see."
Celia began to struggle violently, contorting her body and kicking back trying to free herself from his hold. Bob lifted his arm and struck down viciously at her face with his open hand, slapping it from side to side till she felt stunned and ready to black out. He lifted himself off the seat and sat sideways on the flat of her belly, his weight smashing her body cruelly down into the seat. Hysterical sobs of pain and fear began bubbling uncontrollably from her tortured lips.
"Go ahead, make all the noise you want," Bob laughed, "nobody's going to hear you way down here. Christ, are you stupid anyway. All the girls were begging for my cock back at the house, and here you are wasting all your strength fighting me.
As Bob talked, he removed his dinner jacket, and flung it over the front seat. He began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt until it was halfway unbuttoned, then impatiently jerked back on the rest of the material, ripping it open. Celia could feel a hot burning from his balls and a hardness spreading heat over her belly and down to the rising prick bulge between her legs. She jerked helplessly against him as he removed his shirt and pinioned her arms in back of her head.
"I'm getting real tired of trying to humor you love," Bob rasped in her ear, as he wound the material of his torn shirt around her wrists. "My whang is so hard right now it just might shoot cum all over you, if you don't quit squirming."
He reached behind her, unrolled the side window, and lifting his weight from her body, jerked up her bound wrists, placing them on the edge of the window and rolling it back up, trapping her arms behind her.
"Eeeeeeggghhhh!" Celia's piercing shriek cut through the night, as a hot flash of pain rippled down her arms sending quivering muscle spasms through her back and legs.
Bob leaned back and sat on the side of the seat, panting from exertion of the struggle.
"Jesus, you make a lot of noise," he muttered pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket. "You almost scared me soft that time, Celia, and right now that's the last thing I want to happen. Open you mouth," he commanded and he pushed the cloth hard against her tightly clenched lips.
"I said open your mouth, damnit!" Bob clamped his forefinger and thumb cruelly down on her nostrils and she held her breath for as long as she could moaning in protest at this harsh attack on her lips. Until finally she could stand it no longer, and opened her mouth to suck hungrily at the air to relieve her almost bursting lungs.
Bob was ready, and he jammed the cloth into her gasping mouth, prodding it deep inside, gagging her. Celia's body writhed beneath his uncontrollably as she choked and heaved, nauseated at the thought of what was going to happen to her helplessly bound body.
"You asked for it, Celia, love! You asked for it. I told you I was tired of fighting. Yeh, begging and pleading and fighting. But no more, do you hear me clear, no more." Bob leaned back again and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his forearm. Celia's moans were now a muffled echo and she let her body go limp, exhausted from the violent struggle. Her delicate wrists ached and throbbed in die window above her, and when she tried to move her body in protest, the pain intensified a thousand-fold.
Bob placed his hand on the cleavage between her firm, pointed titties and stroked at the two fleshy tit mounds, gradually massaging them into hardness.
And then, with a sudden jerk of his wrists, Bob pulled her strapless gown down to her waist and unsnapped her bra. Her large knockers burst free from their imprisonment, and rose pulsating and white in the moonlight. Her cherry-sized nipples peaked hard involuntarily from this sudden exposure to the cool night air.
"Ohhhhh," Bob marvelled, sucking in his breath, "you are quite a woman, yes, you certainly are!" Bob muttered as he dropped his head and ran his thick, moist lips hungrily over her boobies, his hot spit drooling hotly down his chin and onto her trembling flesh. He began to suck like a baby on her right nipple, bringing it to a hard, quivering point. Then he worked on her left nipple, until it too was stiff and rigid from the unsolicited stimulation of his obscenely sucking mouth.
And, in spite of her revulsion, strange sensations rippled through Celia's body, penetrating the tortured haze that clouded her mind. An expanding heat-filled wave licked at her body as his wild, voracious sucking continued for a seeming eternity.
Oh God, what's happening to me? Oh, Jeff, someone help me! Help me now! Celia's thoughts raced incoherently through her mind. A stifled sob racked her body and burst forth through the spit-soaked gag in her mouth.
"What's wrong, Celia, baby?" Bob murmured as he looked up at her with a dazed look on his face. He seemed completely unaware of what he was doing. Nothing mattered to his drunken mind except to satisfy his burning desire to fuck and humiliate the defenceless Celia who had spurned him earlier. But now, he paused momentarily and gazed down into her large gray eyes, dilated by fear into two great terror stricken pools. A softness came into her Bob's voice.
"Oh, Celia, honey, I don't want to hurt you, you know that, don't you? Here, let me help you," he mumbled as he reached behind him at her balled-up coat and placed it behind her head. He leaned back and inserted his trembling hands under her chiffon gown following the fullness of her thighs up to the tight elastic of her panties. Then, running his fingers between the taut band and the soft, white flesh of her waist, he began to knead at her belly until the tautness released into a soft, yielding mass of helplessness.
"Ohhh, that's it, nice and mellow and easy, Celia," Bob slurred as he bunched her gown up to her waist and leaned low over her throbbing pussy. He slipped her panties down to her ankles and stroked greedily at the moist, open cunt lips between her thighs. Celia groaned in humiliation at the sudden more intimate touch, and suddenly recovering her composure, jacknifed her legs and kicked up at his lust-filled face. Her toes caught him under the chin and flipped his head hard against the window behind him. He grunted in surprise and forced himself back over her wildly thrashing body. In blind anger at her resistance, Bob drove his closed fist down on her unprotected body sending the wind from her lungs, the impact vibrating through her entire body, and cracking her shoulders hard against the metal on the door frame.
"Ahhhhhh!" Bob groaned, "you whore! Do you want your ankles rolled up the other window?" he gasped as he grabbed at her throat.
Celia shook her head violently, barely standing the pain that shot down her arms. He released his hands from her throat and leaned back, kneading at his prick!
"Now you've done it, you bitch, my cock's soft." As he spoke, Bob reached over the front seat and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his dinner jacket. He pulled out his lighter and started to light the cigarette, now dangling from his slack mouth, then paused and ran the light from the flame over the exposed view of her open cunt. He lowered the flame close to the bunched-up material around her waist.
"You'd make a beautiful torch, Celia," he said in a lowered menacing tone as Bob's sadistic eyes gleamed down on her behind the flickering flame from the lighter.
Celia's eyes widened with renewed fear, forgetting the pain that left her breathless from his savage blow. She cringed up to the side of the window that held her arms prisoner, shaking her head from side to side.
"No! No! She says," Bob chanted. "No, Celia wouldn't like that at all." He lowered the flame and touched it to a stray pussy hair between her thighs, and watched it shivel and disintegrate into a sparse smoldering ash.
"See, you're just a fragile little nothing," Bob sneered, "you could go up just like that," he added as he snapped his fingers in the air.
Bob put the lighter to the tip of his cigarette and inhaled deeply letting the smoke curl through his clenched teeth. In the moonlight, his eyes scanned the crests of her titties, heaving and contracting, and her thighs moulded roundly against the leather of the car seat. His patience ended. He couldn't stand looking at her helpless body like that and he reached back impatiently and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on the side of the seat. His breath became heavier as he surveyed the helpless black-haired pussy spread on the seat in front of him. A small gasp of further impatience escaped his lips and Bob removed his pants and let them fall to the floor of the car. Grabbing savagely at Celia's limp legs, he pulled them apart and without waiting knelt between them.
Celia moaned in helpless fright as she saw his throbbing fuck-pole standing hard and erect from his hard body. She had never seen anything so mammoth, horrible and frightening in her life. In the moonlight, she could see the pulsating veins surging towards the large cock head that was tipped with the moistness of his escaping pre-cum fluid and she prayed for unconsciousness to free her from this lewd and hideous sight. Bob laughed as he saw the growing fear in her eyes. He was going to fuck this snobby whore shitless and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He leaned forward, his mouth hanging loosely open, his eyes devouring the sight of her swollen boobies and swooping down to the full roundness of her thighs and smooth, white belly now rising and falling with rapidity as the helpless Celia fought to breathe through her panic.
Bob circled his arms around her narrow trembling waist and crushed his body tightly against hers.
"Nooooo! Nooooo!" Celia groaned through the gag in her mouth as she felt his hands probing around the opening of her cunt. She tried to press her thighs together in defense but it was hopeless. He had her body pinned so hard against the seat that her desperate struggles were useless. Her mind fought against the reality of the vile creature now working over her and the hot sharp pain that his hard, thick fingers brought to her quivering twat lips.
Celia cringed and bucked her hips upward to escape his searching hands, but Bob vengefully thrust his middle finger down past the lips of her pussy and pushed it harshly deeper and deeper into ther fuckhole that clamped tightly around it in a hopeless act of defense.
"Ohhhhhh!" The smothered scream of pain expanded from Celia's lungs and pushed out through her tightly clenched teeth.
Bob laughed and pushed deeper until the palm of his hand pressed down flat against the open lips of her screw box and ground his finger round and round until Celia's pussy was almost screaming from pain. She felt no resistance, but only the surging torment that rocked from her pelvis up to her tightly bound wrists and out through the fingers of her soft, delicate hands. She was a tightly strung puppet, a slave to the maneuvering body over hers, brutally fingering through her fuckhole to the deepest depts of her womb.
The helplessness of this beautiful, voluptuous body beneath him engulfed Bob's body in lustful flames of uncontrolled passion. A passion that stimulated him beyond belief and at the same time held him in paralyzed ecstasy, fleetingly held him back from satisfying his tormenting fuck drive. He could think of nothing but plunging his burning pecker deep into her depths and drowning the hot desire burning inside him.
A moist sucking noise resounded through the car as he pulled his thick finger from her pussy. He reached down to his hard, erect whang, and sliding forward between her widespread legs, pushed the swollen, throbbing head up against the lips of her cunny.
Leaning over with the flat of his hand on her belly, Bob pushed his cock downward aiming at the slight opening hiding beneath the hair-lined lips of her cunny. Bob felt a surge of pain in her arms as he pulled her body closer on him only to be rocked again a moment later by a searing, driving pain deep between her long, thrashing legs. It was pushing and driving at her fuck opening like a battering telephone pole, brutally tearing at the quivering cunt lips and then on past them into the helplessly contracting walls of her widely stretched cunt passage. Celia groaned piteously, pushed her hips against the brutal pecker burning inside her but the evasive movement only incited the lust-maddened Bob Hamlin to new heights, and he gave a powerful in-thrust with his hips, sinking his dong deep inside her heaving belly.
The brutal impalement between Celia's legs left her windless as her silent scream gasped through her mouth. Bob now crouched over her with his swollen prick nesting motionless far up inside her cunt. His face was buried in the clefts of her delicately rounded upraised boobies. He began to rapidly move his mouth from one tit mound to the other, licking and sucking at her flesh in a maniacle frenzy that sent lightening shafts of sensation coursing wildly through her heaving chest.
Celia bucked and writhed her body against her cruel tormentor in trembling protest of the brutal fuck. Her movements only drove him on.
"That's it, Celia baby, that's it! Move your ass, aghhhh! Move it more!!!" he gurgled through the hot, thick spit drooling down the corners of his lips on over the mounds of her titties and swirling in rivers down to her soft white belly. Gasping and panting with delight, Bob began to fuck rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her wet, open cunt. His fingers gripped her soft, rounded thighs with sadistic strength, hurting her, squeezing groans of intense pain from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath him. Bob could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her cunt passage spread before the sensitive, engorged, apricot head of his massive whang.
Suddenly Bob had a feeling of absolute power over the voluptuous figure twisting in total submission beneath him. Bob gritted his teeth and began fucking her furiously with long, hard lunges that seemed to ignite his passion to a raging inferno.
Celia strangled through clenched teeth. Her cunt passage was on fire. The great prick fucking into her twat felt like a giant skewer drilling deep into her belly. She began to struggle in a vain attempt to escape the cruel impalement, swinging her asscheeks violently, but it was no use. Bob screwed into her up to the hilt, jamming his rock hard fuckpole into her with abandoned delight. He reached frantically around under her squirming ass with both hands and began to ram his balls into the slit of her asscheeks bounding jerkily in spastic motions like he was riding on a wild stallion.
The creaking car seat gave beneath her to the lunging whang thrusting deep inside her hot, liquid twat-gash and mixed with her tormentor's passionate groans that were now reaching a crescendo in her pounding brain. Celia thought he was going to split her wide apart as the battering cock plunged into her cunny harder and harder until it felt like it was burrowing all the way up to her throat. Her half-conscious mind fought violently against the torment of the hot pecker, fighting against the lewd thought of it raping her throbbing pussy. Thoughts of pain, humiliation, and Jeff, the man she was going to marry swirled through her mind. "Noooo, noooo, please, Bob!" Celia moaned pleadingly beneath his fucking body.
Celia could see Bob's face in the moonlight, his mouth agape with masochistic pleasure.
"Ugggg!" Celia grunted as Bob continued screwing her mercilessly down against the creaking car seat.
Bob drove his prick deep inside her as her legs waved out helplessly in the air on either side of his plunging body.
"Agggghhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Bob moaned as he ceaselessly rammed his thick dick deep into her white, screaming twat with long, cruel jabs. He could feel the hot jet stream begin in his inflated nuts and race headlong down the length of his throbbing pecker. Bob was ready to explode! He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he spewed his sperm wildly into the depths of her cunt, filling her completely and overflowing his juices out the hair-covered lips of her pussy. The huge fuck-stick jerked and twitched to its completion, white hot spurts of cum foaming out the fleshy lips around the base of his whang, drenching the soft, matted pussy hair it was buried in.
Bob's large body collapsed on her trembling form in total exhaustion and he lay heaving and panting, burying his head in the tresses of her long black hair. When he recovered his breath he leaned back and took a long, lewd look at her cringing broken body. He could see the wet, matted hair of her well-fucked screw box glistening wetly in the faint light. It ran down the inner thighs of her legs and dripped in tiny streams down on the woven material of the car seat. But even so, Bob wasn't satisfied with her forced surrender, it was too quick. He had to have more of her, had to hear her plead and scream again and again before he could be sure the snobby little slut had learned her lesson well.
Bob grinned obscenely to himself as lewd thoughts ran through his sex-crazed mind of the fate of the sobbing Celia, who was his total prisoner to do with as he wished. Bob began to run his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. Her beauty was truly astounding. The sight of her-like this, mixed with the pungent smell of her pussy juices, drove his prick to a new greater hardness. He moved his head down to the narrow pink twat-gash between her thighs and began licking and sucking greedily at her twitching cunny. Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of it in her and then back up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt lips and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pussy mound.
Celia cringed and visibly shuddered from the strange stimulation that was being forced upon her ravaged fuckhole. The sensation grew in intensity till a strange burning in her twat softly permeated her entire body. A low, almost submissive moan gurgled from deep in her throat. Bob sensed her body's response to his cuntsucking and drew his head up as he slid up over her body, and planting his thick lips tight down over her mouth. His tongue sneaked deep into her throat as with his other hand the gag was jerked from her mouth. Celia groaned again in relief and her mouth inadvertently began a slow, mewling sucking against his lips. But it was only momentary as again the brutal realization of what was happening to her flickered through her horror-fuzzed mind.
When Celia had caught her breath, she could hear the echo of her voice begging him again for the mercy she knew would not come. "Oh, oh, please, Bob, stop, please stop! I can't-stand it-can't stand it!"
Ignoring her pleas, Bob Hamlin slid his body over her rapidly rising and falling belly so that he was straddling her chest. In the dim light Celia could see the erect prick and the huge bull's balls that hung down obscenely over her big boobies and shuddered in revulsion. His thick, rampant whang stood straight out from his belly, with the swollen purple head but a few inches from her gasping mouth.
"Suck it," Bob said, in a cold, quiet voice that sounded totally devoid of emotion.
"Oh, no," Celia whimpered, her belly churning violently from the thought of this ultimate indignity he was trying to heap on her battered body. "Please, Bob, please don't make me do it."
His reaction to her pleas was instantaneous. He reached behind him and with a cruel thrust up between her own legs, rammed his finger deep into her cunt and held her firm, digging cruelly at her inner cunt with the thin, rough finger.
"Aghhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhh!" Celia panted and moaned simultaneously as the searing pain shot through the wet, sensitive walls of her cringing screw box. She tried to squirm away from the plunging finger but the pain only intensified.
Bob slid slowly up her slippery, sweat-soaked body until he completely straddled her titties. With a quick flick, he brutally grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward to meet the harsh in-thrust of his thick pecker. Without mercy, he rammed the thick head of his prick deep into her gaping mouth until it slapped hard against the back of her throat. Celia could feel the monster growing inside her mouth as he fucked away at her mouth unrelentingly, his heavy balls slapping harshly against her up-raised chin.
"Oh, Jeff!" she sobbed inwardly. "Someone help me! Someone please help me!"
But the giant head of his whang was an overpowering rammer pummeling into her soft ovaled shaped lips mercilessly. His finger tore inhumanly between her wide-spread thighs at her wet, throbbing twat-gash opening, and the two giant fuck-poles raped her unmercifully as he lunged himself harshly up and down on her crumpled body.
Bob's breath was now coming in short, puffing gasps now, with his eyes locked down on her open mouth, hypnotically watching his huge pecker flailing in and out of it. He had lost control of himself as he felt the cum building up in his balls ready to explode. He delighted in seeing his great plunging prick fucking her soft mouth at will this way but he could hold back no longer. Suddenly he threw his head back in a spastic motion and began uttering strange crazy sounds through his clenched teeth.
Great waves of hot, white sperm flooded into her gasping mouth and flowed down the corners of her lips. Celia thought she was drowning in a great reservoir as she gulped at the sticky prick fluid that flooded through her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gasping throat.
Bob Hamlin gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the boiling cum into her gurgling mouth, then collapsed across her body winded and exhausted. When he had caught his breath, he sat up on the side of the seat and reached behind him on the floor, producing a pint of vodka. He fumbled with the plastic cap and opened it, placing the bottle to his lips and taking several huge gulps of the hot, warming liquid. Bob shuddered involuntarily as the liquid seared down his parched throat and warmed the bottom of his belly. He could hear Celia's muffled sobs in the background and slowly the enormity of his vile cocksuck act reached his hazy mind.
Jezus, now I've gone and done it, Bob Hamlin thought with a twinge of panic. He knew even his father couldn't buy him out of this if Celia started spilling her guts to the law. He had to think of a way out of this now before he let her go or it would be all over for him and he knew it. But what about her? That was it. She would naturally be so worried about her reputation and Jeff's reaction to the rape that she might be talked into forgetting the whole thing. After all how many girls would have the guts to face a court trial or examination by the authorities to prove their case. As Bob built his case in his mind his arrogant confidence came back and the panic left him. Reaching over and releashing her bound wrists from the window, he glared down at her sobbing body with impatience.
"Shut up your damn crying and I'll untie your hands," he said as he unwrapped his shirt from around her bruised wrists.
Celia tried to control her hysteria as she covered her hot, puffy eyes with the palms of her hands. They felt as though they were going to burst out of their sockets as they throbbed painfully beneath her lids.
She put the back of her hand against her mouth, unconsciously trying to wipe away the lewd taste of sperm from the vile beast that had filled it. As if reading her thoughts, Bob leaned over and offered her the opened bottle.
"Here, try some of this booze," he said coldly, now in complete control of himself, "it'll help."
In a trance, Celia took the bottle from his hand and pressed it to her trembling lips taking a huge gulp of the fiery liquid. She swirled it through her mouth trying to dense it of the strong pungent cum taste that remained after the cocksucking, and then let it roll slowly down her throat. Celia sat there motionless for a few minutes, letting the liquid warm her insides and then took another gulp. Odd, she thought, having never drank anything stronger than mildly spiked punch, this strong booze should be making her drunk. But it wasn't. Instead it seemed to be settling her hysteria and bringing her senses back to shocked numbness. She sat there clutching at the bottle as if her life depended on it, staring straight ahead of her saying nothing, feeling nothing.
"Give that vodka back to me and get dressed," Bob commanded impatiently as he took the bottle from her grip. "I'm taking you back to the house. We'll let that dumb bastard, George, try to figure out what happened to his car after he gets through fucking the hell out of your roommate."
Picturing the bewildered look on George's face when he stumbled from the house to find his car sent Bob into spasms of laughter as he took a dime from his pocket to hot wire the ignition. What the hell, he reasoned, George and Arlene would get a lift home with someone from the party, and he could make it out as a big joke the next day. He didn't like George anyway and he was getting sick of all this fraternity crap and their holy Greek oaths. They could all go to hell. The only good he got from it was the cheat sheets for the exams and of course the handy file of names, identifying the easy fucks at Dickinson.
On the way back Bob tormented her ceaselessly about what would happen to her if his attack on her were known. She'd be the talk of Dickinson College, a fuck freak. And Jeff wouldn't even want to be seen with her anymore. Everyone would stare at her and stories of her rape would run rampant through the fraternity and sorority houses until she'd be forced to drop out of school and leave Jeff. She would be the target of malicious gossip, not Bob Hamlin! She was a woman being placed in defense of her honor, and she knew she would have none left when it was all over. Bob was right. As far as society was concerned she would be punished just as severely as him even though it was she who had been the helpless victim.
Bob pulled up to Celia's sorority house and leaned close to her ear, letting the motor idle as he popped the gear into neutral. "There could be a next time, Celia, love," he whispered lustfully, his voice bearly audible over the hum of the engine.
Celia Downing stiffened in anger, no longer afraid of the monster sitting next to her in the car. "If you ever so much as look at me again, I'll kill you!" she hissed back at him. "Do you understand me?" Her voice trembled with uncontrolled hatred. "I won't care what happens to me."
"Ah, hell, get out of here, you stupid cunt!" Bob said as he lifted his leg over her lap and kicked the door open with his foot.
Celia ran from the car and up to her room, barely making it up the stairs, her tortured pussy throbbing with each painful step. Later as she buried her head into her pillow to muffle the sobs racking her body she wondered if she would ever be able to erase the memory of the horrible nightmare that had happened to her tonight. She knew one thing, she could never in all her life tell Jeff about what had happened. It would destroy him completely to know that someone of Bob Hamlin's character had subjected her to those insufferable indignities. Much later, after she had thoroughly bathed her sore, tender body, Celia fell into a deep, troubled sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Celia Downing woke with a start! She sat up, trying to focus her eyes on the almost strange surroundings. The grandfather clock in the corner struck ten, and she suddenly realized she was home, in her own room. As she thrashed her legs beneath the downy quilt and sat up in bed, her memory began to return to the flashing scenes of reality.
Celia could remember a few days ago, back at school the Monday after Bob had raped her. She and Arlene were standing together at the snack bar waiting for their philosophy class to begin, when Miss Curtis came up to her and asked her to go to her office. The first thought that crossed her mind at the time was that Miss Curtis had found out somehow that Bob Hamlin had fucked her that Saturday night and Celia was frightened. Miss Curtis was the strict symbol of discipline at Dickinson and usually her presence meant trouble of some kind. Celia remembered following her down the corridors to her private office with growing apprehension, while Miss Curtis who was characteristically cold and aloof attempted to make conversation about Celia's scholastic achievements during the time she had attended Dickinson College.
Celia responded automatcially to her questions but her mind puzzled over the marked change in Miriam Curtis' attitude. Maybe she didn't know after all, she thought with growing relief as they approached her office.
"Celia, I know you're curious as to why I asked you over to my office at this time of day, but an unexpected visitor is here to see you, and under the circumstances, I knew you would want to see her as soon as possible."
"What visitor?" Celia asked as Miss Curtis opened the door. Before her question could be answered, she spotted her Aunt Jeanne, of all people, standing by a chair at the window.
"Celia, dear," she chorkled as she rushed across the room and clasped Celia to her. "It's been so long," she held her back and gazed at her for a while, "and it's so good to see you again."
Celia's amazement left her speechless. Aunt Jeanne was almost a total stranger to her. Celia knew there had been an animosity between her father and aunt over a huge inheritance her grandfather had left her father for years. What was she doing here now? She turned to Miss Curtis for an explanation but she had already left the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Celia turned back to face Aunt Jeanne, a puzzled expression on her face. She knew she should respond to her greeting, but she could not. The woman that stood before her was almost a total stranger. A woman whose past was shrouded with mystery. It had been eight years ago that she had stormed out of the family mansion, and her father had refused to speak of her after their bitter last argument over the will. The only reason Celia could recognize her now was some old photos that her mother still had around the house. Funny, Celia thought, she hadn't changed in physical appearance at all. It was just like she had just walked back into her life again after storming from the house that day now dim in her memory.
"I ... I don't know what to say," Celia said as she moved instinctively back away from her aunt. There was something about the older woman's presence that bothered her.
Jeanne began to nervously wring her hands and walked back over to the window, gazing out onto the rolling green hills that surrounded the college. Her back was to Celia now and she didn't turn or alter her hypnotic gaze as she continued the conversation.
"I know dear, we haven't seen each other in years. Why don't you sit down here in the chair. You know, we really have a lot to talk about later, you've grown into a beautiful woman."
Celia obediently sat down in the straight-back chair and listened while her aunt spoke with a strange sad tone in her voice.
"The years have passed so quickly, and with my foolish pride, I let myself lose almost complete contact with your family. You know, I'm sure that your father and I had strong disagreements over the family inheritance when your grandfather died and I, well, I just never had the courage to take the first step to patch things up. You see when you're alone in the world as I am," she continued with a melodramatic pitch to her voice, "it's easy to become enmeshed in your own selfish thoughts and forget the importance of family ties. I started to contact your father many times, but each time I stopped, thinking it would be well enough to leave things as they were. In the meantime, I had acquired a job as executive manager of a private sanitorium. A job that suited my training after caring for your grandfather for all those years. I did, though, keep in touch with the family attorney, Henry Potter. Of course, he said nothing to your father about our personal correspondence, because I asked him not to, however, over the years he has written me periodically about you and your parents!" Jeanne paused and turned around to face Celia. "Late last night, I received a call from him, and I don't know how to put this Celia, but your parents are both dead, killed in a plane accident."
Her words hit Celia like a giant fist that pounded at her chest, sending her heart into spasmodic contractions. She stared at the woman standing before her with disbelief in her wild, tortured eyes. Then she lost complete control of herself as she met her aunt's eyes to see the confirmation of what she had said.
"You're a liar! You're lying to me!" Celia shrilled as she leaped from the chair and lunged towards Jeanne. "You've always hated my parents and now you're trying to hurt me with vicious lies," Celia cried out as she began to strike out at her aunt's upraised arms. She could hear her voice crying out like it was coming from another person as her aunt's strong hands grabbed her wrists in an attempt to subdue her attack.
Miss Curtis rushed into the room upon hearing the screams and jerked Celia away from her aunt. Spinning her around, she began to slap Celia's face with her open hand in an attempt to control her hysteria. Then there was numbness and voices.
Miss Curtis consoling her, then Arlene and finally Jeff were there. He had come to her room as she was packing her belongings, and through her daze she remembered him giving her his fraternity pin and telling her he would wait for her return and not to worry. A few days ago his words would have meant everything to her, but right now she felt nothing but a burning pain and emptiness. She couldn't even break down and cry. At least not until after the funeral was over.
After a brief religious ceremony, the cortege, consisting of a small group of close friends of the family followed the plain black hearse into the cemetery to the grassy knoll where the two freshly dug graves had been prepared. During the graveside services, Celia had stood numbly between her aunt and Henry Potter, but as the caskets were being lowered into the twin graves, the finality of the tragedy had finally reached her and she began to sob hysterically. Henry Potter held her back as she struggled to reach the coffins, now disappearing into the earth. Later they called in the family doctor and the sedative had done its job.
That painful memory of the funeral jarred Celia back to the presence of her darkened bedroom. Her head was throbbing and the sedative had left her mouth parched and dry. She decided to get up and make her way to the kitchen to get some ice water.
As she groped her way down the hallway, she could hear distant voices coming from her parent's bedroom. It sounded like Aunt Jeanne and Mr. Potter, but what would he be doing here at this time of day, Celia wondered approaching the bedroom. A shaft of light penetrated the darkness of the hallway from the slight opening in the crack between the door hinge and the wall. Through the slit, Celia could clearly see her Aunt Jeanne standing by the bed talking to Mr. Potter. She seemed coldly aloof although she was dressed in a filmy negligee. They both held drinks in their hands. Celia gave a nervous gulp as she began to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"Just what are you talking about," Jeanne sneered. "As far as I'm concerned, there isn't anything to discuss about the way it used to be! That was over with years ago when you left me to marry that dowdy little whore with all the money."
"You know I was trapped into that," Henry Potter defended, reaching for her naked arm. "I have no deep feelings for my wife. How do you think it feels trying to make love to a cold, unresponding statue?"
"An unresponding statue," Jeanne mocked as she jerked her arm away from him, "that's the biggest laugh I've had all morning." She set down her drink and lay down on the large canopied bed, stretching her body seductively over the satin bedspread. "Well, I've got some important news for you, Henry. You never moved me one inch, not any of your fumbling attempts at making love to me moved me. Not one inch." As she made her proclamation she threw her head back in gleeful laughter, delighting in the man's discomfort and mounting anger.
"Bitterness is not becoming to you, Jeanne," Potter replied dryly, "I see you still have a tendency towards theatrics, though you could have hardly lied to me when I was fucking you. You were always begging for my cock like some street-walking prostitute."
"You filthy liar," Jeanne Downing shrilled, jackknifing her legs against the bed and flinging the ice cubes from her drained glass at him. The quick thrust of her arm snapped the thin strap of her transparent gown and the flimsy material fell, exposing large, well-rounded titties.
Visibly shaken at the sight of her soft, fleshy tit mound, Henry took a quick gulp from his glass and set it down on the nightstand beside her. Still gazing at her booby in a mesmerized trance, he removed his jacket and started to underss.
Jeanne glared at him, making no attempt to cover herself. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm going to prove you're wrong," Henry rasped in a hoarse whisper, letting his pants fall to the floor.
Celia gasped as she watched Henry completely shed his clothing. He was standing in front of her aunt stark naked with his huge prick at a partially erect angle, pointing down at the mocking woman sprawled indifferently on the bed beneath him.
Jeanne looked strikingly lovely in the soft bedroom lights with her long, blonde hair cascading down, framing her clear, translucent skin in a dark velvety background. The tight bun that she usually wore in a harsh and severe style now hung loose in long, flowing strands, seeming to take years off her age. She looked like a young girl again. Her features were clear-cut, almost aristocratic and her small slightly uptilted nose defined her strong will and stubbornness, but the intensity of her eyes now belied the cold manner she was trying to project.
Her large green eyes glistened with mounting excitement as she watched the lust-filled man kneel on the bed ready to fuck her.
Without warning, Jeanne reached forward and grabbed Henry by the back of the neck, pulling his face close to hers, almost touching, bringing his lust-filled eyes within inches of her face.
"Is it me or the money," Jeanne hissed, digging her fingernails deeply into the back of his neck. "Now that all of this is almost mine, is that what brought you here today?"
"No, it's you, Jeanne, it's you," Henry muttered, pulling the slippery gown from her body and leaving her naked beneath him and his hands, rough on her skin, reached down cupping her asscheeks tilting her hips upward so that the throbbing swollen head of his fuck-stick grazed deliriously over the matted pussy hairs that covered the soft, fleshy opening of her twat. He began kissing her titties, her belly, then moved his lips down to the blonde cunny-gash between her legs.
"Open your legs," Henry commanded, nuzzling at her closed thighs with a desperate persistence that caused a slight shudder of sudden passion to ripple through her.
"Yes," Jeanne answered, writhing beneath him and obediently widening the gap between her legs. "Oh, yes! Yes!" She groaned, now completely consumed by the manipulations of his rigid tongue caressing the open slit of her cunt.
It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her hungry pussy. Jeanne moaned as a fountain of dream-like ecstasy surged through her, possessing and tormenting her while at the same time releasing in a rising tide of desire the surpressed feelings she had kept hidden within herself for so long.
Jeanne's tensed body prayed for cum release as it strained up against her lover's tongue, shuddering and chilled from the sexual stimulation that consumed her. With a deep, penetrating moan, she kicked her wide-spread legs back over her head and pulled his tongue deeper into her cunt, now well-lubricated with twat juices.
Henry Potter began making wild, incoherent sucking noises as he rapidly thrust his rigid tongue in and out of her upthrust slit while the ragged lips of her dilated screw box seemed to cry out for release from the unsatiated torment that filled her fuck passage. Her head dangled loosely over the edge of the satin covered pillow with her mouth slack giving small pleading sounds of encouragement to him as he worked over her burning pussy with wild abandon.
Celia stared through the door crack, hypnotized at the writhing couple on her parent's bed, shocked by their obscene cuntsucking. She knew she should run, but something deep and intangible inside her senses kept her feet cemented to the floor, though she could not understand what the strange feeling was. She gave a sharp intake of breath as she saw Jeanne's claw-like fingers grasping like a blind person's at the stiffened pecker that bobbed wildly against her body.
"Put it in my cunt for Christ's sake," Jeanne pleaded, "fuck me before I lose my mind."
Her plea had no sooner left her lips when Henry reached down, and grasping his long, hard fuck-pole began rubbing the swollen bulbous cock head between the wet, open mouth of her twat. Celia watched horrified as his whang tightened and with a quick downward thrust of his hips, sunk the sinewed prick deep into the moist, gaping channel between her legs. Then, with a slow, rocking movement, the huge pulsating prick began to inch its way past her straining cunt muscles to her deepest depths. Jeanne pumped her asscheeks rhythmically up at his cock hair, sucking him farther and farther inside of her twat. A resounding slap of flesh against flesh cut sharply through the air as his pelvis smacked against hers with the force of a hard, well-aimed blow. Jeanne let out a gurgling moan as the impalement of her body spread through her senses, sending small quick shots of electrical sensation coursing through her body.
The frantic fucking of the two writhing bodies before her engulfed Celia's body with a strange, foreign tingle that lapped at her cunt in hot, flickering flames of an awakening desire. She unconsciously stiffened herself, trying to smother and dampen them, but without success for though her mind commanded her to walk away from the lewd scene before her, a raw animal urge kept her eyes glued tightly on the fucking bodies on the bed.
Celia's fingers crept involuntarily beneath the thin silk nightgown and began kneading and pulling at the quivering tit mounds, trying to relieve the stimulating painful pressure surging from them. To her horror she could feel small drops of moistness coming from her writhing cunt, and slowly trickling down her legs. A soft, tormenting moan came from her parted lips as she reached down at the wetness between her legs. The flesh beneath her soft, downy pussy hair felt white-hot as though it were being consumed by a huge, uncontrolled fire and her body gave a sudden spasmodic jerk when her finger grazed the bud of her clitty, now a hot button in the pit of her twat. The weird stimulation jolted her senses as Celia peered with a feeling of shame and yet a strange excitement back at the screwing couple in the bedroom.
Their humping bodies were wildly entwined in one as the network of white flailing limbs danced to the rhythm of the dual plunging. Jeanne gave a lurch and scissored her legs open, a foot dangling on either side of the wide bed, while the pounding from without and within her began to build her arousal to the point of explosion. Yet, it was not quite there, but just out of reach, torturing her sex-starved pussy until she thought she would scream. She ground her hips savagely against his heaving body, seeking with all her being that final completion.
"Fuck me deeper, Henry! Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.
Potter frantically grabbed at her asscheeks with both hands and drove the lunging prick deeper and harder into the raving woman's throbbing twat with swift and brutal in and out strokes. His balls smacked heavily against the puckered hole of her upturned ass as he continued his increasing pounding.
"Eeeeeeehhhhh," Jeanne grunted, as she drew nearer to shooting her cum. She had never been this close to orgasm before.
At the same time, Henry could feel a rising tide exploding out from his aching balls and he increased his fucking even further with a quicker and deeper thrust. A soul-shattering groan emerged from deep within his throat as his thick hot gism burst free from his nuts and overflowed into the gaping mouth of her hungry pussy.
"Not yet, you prick!" Jeanne screamed, digging her sharp, pointed nails into his back, breaking the skin and bringing beads of blood to the surface. But Henry continued spurting. There was nothing else in the world now but the thought of his pecker completely submerged and emptying itself into her proud, naughty cunt. The searing pain of her nails in his back only intensified the pleasure of his orgasm.
In desperation, Jeanne began to buck her body uncontrollably against his limp whang, groaning at the maddening frustration that engulfed her burning pussy. Her cum had been just a hair away and she now strained crazily trying to reach it as his dead weight collapsed in exhaustion across her heaving body.
"Oh Henry, no!" she protested as his boiling sperm-soaked cock slipped stickily from her fuck opening. Tears of frustration came to Jeanne's eyes but she quickly brushed them away with a flick of her hands, not wanting him to see her weakness.
Celia had stood thunder-struck while watching the climax of the fuck act in the other room. Now her whole body vibrating with nervous tension and shame of what she had just witnessed, she forced herself back from the open door crack and silently groped her way back to her room. Stumbling to her bed, she curled her body up into a tight ball and wrapped her quilted down-filled comforter around her in an attempt to stop her body's trembling. The grostesque nightmare happenings of the past week were more than her mental processes could consume and soon nature mercifully released her sufferings with a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
Henry Potter dressed quickly glancing nervously at his watch. "You're better than you ever were Jeanne, you've improved with age."
Henry's compliment infuriated Jeanne, turning her feeling of debasement into enraged hatred for the man she had been pleading to fuck her a few moments before. She made no attempt to anwer him but puffed on the cigarette briefly fascinated by the burning ember on the tip of it. She presented the picture of cool calm, laying there naked on the sperm-stained bedspread, while inside her body pulsated and quivered, yearning for orgasm.
"I'll call you in the morning to make arrangements on settling the estate. As Celia's guardian, you'll retain control until she becomes of age," Henry said as he made his way to the door.
"I'm taking her to Downdale tomorrow. She needs a rest, but not around here. There are too many memories," Jeanne replied mechanically, not meeting his gaze. "Don't call me, I'll call you."
Henry nodded his head and started to close the door behind him.
"And Henry?"
"Yes, what is it Jeanne?"
"I'm glad I didn't marry you. As a lover, you stink!"
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning, during the long ride to Downdale, Aunt Jeanne seemed subdued and pensive, offering little in the way of conversation, except that the rest at Downdale was what Celia needed until she felt strong enough to go back to school again. Celia puzzled at the woman sitting across from her in the front seat as she spoke almost tonelessly in a detached manner. Jeanne was certainly subjected to a sharp personality change, she thought, from one of complete outward calm to a highly strung ball of nerves, ready to spring at anyone who confronted her wishes with resistance. Celia wondered how Jeanne could be so calm on the surface, after her fuck session with Henry Potter yesterday morning. Celia's face colored with a bright red blush of embarrassment at remembering the cuntsucking and then the fuck she had witnessed and turned her head back to the window.
Celia thought about Jeff and how much she missed him now and decided to write him a long letter as soon as she got settled at Downdale. She did need a rest. Only this morning she had taken another tranquilizer to help her through this journey. Concentrating on the landscape passing the car window like a movie run in slow motion, Celia drifted off into a light sleep.
A few hours later Jeanne broke the silence. "Celia we're almost there," she announced in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, shifting the car gear into second as they approached a large iron gateway that was the entrance to Downdale. The gate was locked and on either side an ivy-covered brick wall surrounded the premises for as far as the eye could see. By the side of the gate hung an old weather-beaten "Keep Off" sigh and beneath that was a call box that led to the main house where a control of some kind buzzed it open after Jeanne had gotten out of the car and spoken softly into the receiver.
Seconds later the gate swung open, creaking on its rusty hinges. Jeanne returned and moved the car forward onto the premises of Downdale Lodge. Still thinking of the "Keep Off" sign, Celia suddenly felt like a trespasser, and for a brief moment fought a strange impulse to run from the car and back out of the gate, until she heard the responding snap of metal against metal as the gate closed by electronic control behind her.
The car slowly made its way around the graveled roadway, passing a grove of trees, then rounded the corner that curved into the circled driveway in front of the main house. Celia looked up at the imposing building giving an inward shudder that she hoped went unnoticed by her aunt. What an eerie place! It lay nestled in a grove of tall trees like an overbearing, neglected antique. At one time, it must have been stately and stylish, but neglect now gave it the grimness of an old feudal castle. Celia could see a huge clustered chimney jutting up the side of the house, casting wierd shadows against the shingled exterior, and patches of mossy growth on the shaded spots in the crevices of the peaked roof. As they passed, she got a brief glimpse at the grove of trees behind that contained a group of small bungalows surrounded by a growth of wild bushes and weeds that grew over three feet high. The front part of the mansion was grotesquely decorated with curved latices and small diamond-shaped windows. A beam of light flickered from the base of the building in the far corner, suggesting a small cellar window, and she wondered what shadowy and gloomy things could be in these rooms below the house.
The car stopped and Jeanne helped Celia with her belongings up to the wooden arched doorway. It now opened with a huge sigh, and Dr. Andrews stepped forward to greet them.
"Welcome to Downdale, Miss Downing," he grinned down at her through his small stained teeth, "we've been looking forward to your arrival."
Dr. Andrews had a distinctive look about him and he carried himself with an air of calm self-assurance. His features were as pointed and sharp as his precise speech, and he might have been handsome if it were not for the long, slightly hooked nose that curved at an irregular angle down his face. His eyes had a frigid stare in them that penetrated her very being, seeming to unclothe her hidden thoughts. Even as he was smiling his greeting to her, the cold look never left his eyes. Again, Celia had a strong urge to leave this place as quickly as possible, but she gathered her wits, and with the aid of a tranquilizer she had taken earlier, gave him a friendly greeting and began to make small talk with a nurse called Minnie, who had offered to show Celia to her room so she could freshen up before dinner.
As the older woman led her up the stairs to her room and told her some of the history behind the old house, Celia began to relax again. She could teel that Minnie took a liking to her instantly, in fact she seemed to be going out of her way to be friendly to her. She followed Celia into the room and insisted on helping her unpack her clothes, complimenting her on her beautiful wardrobe. She was particularly impressed with Celia's sets of matching underwear. Minnie's hand fondled the silk and nylon undies lovingly as she carefully stacked them in the bureau drawer. Celia made a mental note to buy her something frilly as a gift before she left Downdale, poor woman, she had probably never known such luxury in her life.
Minnie didn't have the kind of looks that would attract many men, Celia thought, appraising her crude, almost masculine features. Although she was probably still in her early thirties, she had a stale drab look about her, matronly and unfeminine. Her face was devoid of any trace of cosmetic, not even lipstick, and her eyebrows were thick and unruly, peaking out from the ruffled bangs of her short cropped hair. Her whole body was rounded, not fat or stout, but firm and muscular with her strong calves almost brushing against each other as she awkwardly made her way around the room. When she spoke, her voice was surprisingly deep and slightly hoarse.
"Dinner's at seven-thirty. You've just enough time to take a nap and relax for a bit, but first I'll fix you a bath, it's right over here," she paused and opened the door at the side of her bed, "see you'll have your own private bathroom while you're at Downdale and you can consider me your private nurse. I'm here to see that you're as comfortable as possible." Minnie paused and gave the girl a tender look, then disappeared into the bathroom and started running the water.
"That's all right, Minnie. I'm fine really," Celia protested. She wanted the woman to leave so she could be alone with her thoughts for a while.
"Nonsense, Celia. Now get undressed, and get into the tub before the water gets cold. I'm the nurse and I know what's best for you. You've been through a trying ordeal," she continued, setting out the soap and towels, "and a good soak will calm your nerves."
Celia obediently removed all her clothes, hoping to get rid of her overly-helpful nurse, and walked into the bathroom just as Minnie was turning off the water in the almost over brimming tub.
"That's a girl," Minnie said approvingly. "Now, be careful or you'll slip here let me help you."
Before she could protest, Minnie had firmly clasped her hands under her armpits and was gently easing her body into the tepid water.
"Lean forward and I'll loosen the muscles at the base of your neck," she said, reaching under the long raven black hair at Celia's neck and beginning a firm rhythmic massage on her taut, nerve-tensed muscles.
Celia arched back against the rotating pressure, the cords in her strained neck standing out, as the squeezing behind her began to release all the tensions that had built up inside her.
"Ooooooh! That feels so goooood, Minnie, so gooood," Celia half moaned, thoroughly enjoying the probing fingers that were expertly relaxing her tightly-strung muscles.
"Your muscles are too tight and balled up, my dear," Minnie replied as she secretly surveyed the white, youthful back that curved down to the surface of the water. "We must take care of that."
Celia relaxed her shoulders against the pressure and let her full, ripe titties skim the surface of the water. The billowing steam pulled and penetrated at her pores, expanding them, while the heat consumed her body until she felt limp and water-logged.
"Step out now," Minnie commanded gently, "and I'll give you a quick rub down." She reached over and grabbed two hand towels, wrapping them into terry cloth mits as Celia staggered out of the bath, almost overcome by the heat. As she stood there, Minnie worked expertly over her luscious, naked body, slapping and massaging, until her skin felt tingly and alive again.
In the steam-filled room Celia could not see the lust-filled eyes of the older woman as she worked over her beautiful, firm body, lewdly taking in each crevice and peak, almost working herself into a sexual frenzy. Minnie controlled herself for the time being as her mind raced over a scheme to enjoy this lush cunt at a more opportune moment. Right now she had gone as far as she dared, besides Dr. Andrews would be wondering about now what was taking her so long, the sadistic bastard.
"That's a girl," Minnie said handing Celia the white fleece robe from her suitcase. "Put this on and you won't catch cold. I'll come back and wake you in time to get dressed for dinner." She scurried out of the room and was gone before Celia had a chance to thank her for her kind attention.
At seven-thirty, they were all clustered around the huge mahogany dining table, waiting for dinner to be served. Candles graced the floral center piece under the linen table cloth and the table was set with a beautiful antique crested silver service. Although the chair at the head of the table was cushioned with black velvet, the rest were straight and stiff. Dr. Andrews sat there now with an almost kingly nature and quietly passed the food around the table. Minnie rushed in and out of the kitchen, first bringing in a steaming bowl of soup. The hearty aroma wafted over to Celia's nostrils arousing her hunger sensations. The rest of the meal was equally plain but substantial, broiled chicken with vegetables. When Minnie brought in the chocolate eclairs for dessert, Dr. Andrews raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
"You've outdone yourself, tonight, Minnie," he remarked dryly as he sampled the dessert.
After coffee, Dr. Andrews hurriedly excused himself and stepped into the kitchen where Minnie was washing the dishes.
"Come to my office as soon as you're through here, I have something for you to do for me."
Back at the table, Jeanne, who had said little during the meal pushed back her chair, and dabbed nervously at the corners of her mouth with the top of her napkin.
"Celia, I have to go into town tonight and attend to some important business," she announced apologetically. "Just make yourself at home. There are plenty of books in the library if you wish to read." She walked over and lightly brushed her lips against the girl's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast," she said and disappeared up the stairs to her room.
Minnie completed her chores in the kitchen and made her way to the doctor's study. What does that prick want now, she thought, tapping lightly on the door, from the sarcastic remark he made at the dinner table, she half suspected that he knew about her plans for Celia.
"Come in, Minnie." He was sitting at his desk, studying his lab book, and didn't look up as she entered the room.
"Yes, sir?"
Andrews glanced up at her impatiently as if she had broken his train of thought, then reached in a drawer and handed her a small paper envelope.
"This is a strong sedative. I want you to give it to Celia before she goes to bed. I don't wnat her wandering around here when I'm working on my experiments. In the meantime, I want you to keep a constnat eye on her, but try to be subtle Minnie. There's no need to alarm her. That way both of our jobs will be easy. The powder is tasteless, but very powerful. It should knock her out until morning, at which time I will expect you to continue your vigilance. Did you save some food for our friend, Thai?"
"Yes sir, I took it to Thai's room while the rest were eating. He's very restless sir. I don't like to be around him alone when he's been locked up for so long."
"Don't worry about Thai. Despite his appearance, he's nothing but an overgrown child and the very reason why you have trouble controlling him is because he senses that you're afraid of him," he said impatiently then looked back down at his notebook, dismissing her without a word.
Minnie almost laughed with joy as she made her way back to the kitchen. The kind doctor had solved her problem with the sedative. Now she could have Celia's unprotesting body completely to use as she wished. Her cunt ached with burning desire as lewd thoughts of Celia's softly curved white flesh surrendering to her touch filled her thoughts.
"Now we shall see, my pretty," Minnie muttered under her breath as she hurried to finish her chores in the kitchen. She shuddered in anticipation of the sex play she would enjoy with the beautiful drugged Celia tonight. She could still picture the rising pointed titties pulsating in the steamed room, and marveled now at the control she maintained while rubbing the soft, yielding flesh in her hands. The sexual stimulation surging through her body then, was almost more than she could stand. But tonight she would be rewarded for her patience, she thought, as she obscenely pictured the various positions she would have the helpless girl in while she worked her over.
After dinner, Jeanne quickly made her way back to her room before the others could see what pain she was in. She had waited too long to contact Chris and now she was completely out of heroin. Thank God, she had stashed away some methadone in a safe hiding place for an emergency such as this. She frantically dug beneath the garments in the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a small plastic bottle, shaking it empty of its contents. Only ten milligrams left, she thought desperately, as she swallowed the strong narcotic in one quick gulp. This will only last me an hour or two at the most. I must get a hold of Chris she thought frantically as she picked up the phone on her nightstand and nervously dialed the number.
"Chris, this is Jeanne. I must see you tonight! Right now."
"Oh yes, my Jeanne, my pet," his thick voice drooled over the phone with casual indifference. "I've missed you darling. You haven't been by to see me for so long."
"Cut the shit," she whispered hoarsely. "You know what I want."
"Yes, my dear, I do know what you want, but, I'm afraid my stock is very low right now. I would suggest you call me next week."
"Next week," she echoed, panic mounting in her voice. "I can't see you next week. I must see you tonight."
"Very well, my dear. Come to my place and right the bell twice, I'll be upstairs in my room," he responded teasingly, "we can discuss your needs then."
Jeanne Downing slammed the phone down and grabbed a coat from the closet. That dirty fucking bastard was thoroughly enjoying the power he held over her now. She wondered what sly ideas were in his vile filthy mind, but she didn't care, all she wanted right now was a fast fix.
For the first time since the night Bob Hamlin had raped her and made her suck his cock, Celia felt completely relaxed and comfortable. She stretched her long legs luxuriously beneath the sheets and nestled down deeper under the covers. A few moments ago, Minnie had come to her room when she was reading, bringing her a large glass of warm milk. It was just what she needed to down the tranquilizer. Now she could be assured a good night's rest. Just before the deep slumber penetrated her body, she was vaguely conscious of footsteps approaching her door, softly but with determination. She thought she could hear a soft murmur calling her name, then deep sleep blacked out her conscious mind as she was drawn to the bottom of a deep well.
CHAPTER FOUR
Chris Dugan pretended to be an artist, he had a studio in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, and many paintings and portraits graced his studio walls. But, that was just for show. His chief occupation was a seller of hard drugs, a profitable vocation he had picked up while serving his country in Viet Nam. Chris never touched the stuff himself, he was too smart. He left that to the dopes! He was born in New York, but after a few brushes with the law, he decided to cool it. A friend of his owned this studio, ten minutes out of Pittsburgh, and Chris was only too happy to grab it.
He made plenty of money, maybe not as much as he'd make in New York, but his list of clients was growing-and he charged all the traffic could bear!
After Jeanne Downing's phone call, Chris replaced the receiver back on the hook, smiling to himself and began to stroke at his well-trimmed moustache methodically as he pondered over the opportunity that now awaited him. He had unmistakenly detected the tone of desperation in her usually coolly controlled voice.
Chris found Jeanne to be an exciting, stimulating woman, despite the nasty H habit she nurtured. He had often entertained wild erotic fantasies of having her completely under his control to do with her beautiful body as he wished. Although at times he had made subtle advances, she had brusquely brushed them off as if shooing away a dirty bug. Now his excitement grew as he realized that tonight was the chance he had been waiting for. Tonight he was going to fuck her as she had never been fucked before, and to assure her grateful submission, he would have two important items working in his favor: the heroin and the powerful aphrodisiac that he had been saving for just such an occasion.
Jeanne's car drew up in front of Chris' studio. The dim night lights inside displayed the latest stolen oil imports from Europe that Chris made a handsome profit on, peddling them to the summer tourists at cut rate prices. The main street was dark and quiet and there were no other cars around except for Chris' antique Model T which was parked in the side driveway.
The large, barn-style studio where Chris lived showed no sign of life, but as Jeanne approached the door, she could detect a small shaft of light coming through one of the heavily draped windows. She rang the bell and a loud buzzer sounded, releasing the lock from inside.
Chris was waiting for her, dressed in an elaborate maroon silk robe that tied loosely around his bulky form with a silver rope tassle. His kinky brown hair expertly touched with grey at the temples for a costly fee from his hair stylist, crowned his large head. He had a somewhat beefy face, with small watery blue eyes that reminded one of a pig. He stood smiling expectantly at Jeanne, his slitty eyes resting on the saggy pockets of flesh beneath them. The robe did not entirely cover his thin legs, and they jutted out like two thin sticks mounted under the huge mound of flesh that made up his grotesque looking belly. The sight of him disgusted Jeanne, but she tried to hide her feelings not wanting to antagonize him.
"Good evening Chris," she said stiffly. She was close enough to him now to hear his heavy nasal breathing.
"Well, my dear Jeanne, you've finally come," he said mockingly. "I've waited a long time for you to accept one of my invitations. Come in and relax, and we'll discuss your problem." He ushered her into the plush living room, and directed her to the huge circular sofa situated in the middle of the room. Soft, seductive music came from hidden speakers in the wall, and the lights had been turned so low, that when Chris walked over to the portable bar, Jeanne could see only the burning ember of the cigarette he dangled carelessly from his thick lips.
"I've just come to get the "H," Chris," Jeanne tried to hide the mounting irritation and was in no mood to try to humor him.
"Yes, I know. But first you must join me in a drink, I don't like to drink by myself." He crossed the room extending the glass to her, and raised his own glass in the air. "A toast, my dear, to a lasting friendship and satisfactory business transactions."
Jeanne tipped the chilled glass to her lips and sipped slowly at the burning liquid. She tried to hide her hands that were now starting to tremble. All over her body, the raw, ragged nerve endings were coming alive and throbbing. God, she thought, the methadone isn't going to hold me until I get back. I'll have to have a fix soon or I'll turn into a mass fo jelly before this pig slob.
Chris walked over to the sofa and sat down close beside her, boldly leering at her body, undressing her with his lewd blood-shot eyes. Jeanne was sure now that he could see the trembling hands and beads of perspiration on her forehead, but he made no comment about it. She looked at his ugly puckered face for a sign of recognition, but all she could see were two hot coals in his eyes, burning with unmistakable lust. His thick, moist lips quivered in anticipation at the beautiful woman sitting beside him. Finally, when he spoke, there was a smile in his eyes, and Jeanne knew that he was delighting in the power he was now holding over her by depriving her of the drug.
"You look nervous, my sweet Jeanne. Would you like another drink?"
Jeanne nodded and looked down at her hands, wringing them with growing anguish as he refilled her empty glass. She took the second drink and gulped it down quickly, setting the empty glass on the coffee table. When Chris returned, he placed his body even closer to hers until their sides were pressing heavily against each other. His heavy breathing seemed even more pronounced with his intake of air coming more rapidly, as Jeanne felt the heat of passion expanding from his body and burning the side of her that was touching him. She could see from the way his eyes continued to rove over her hungrily that he was going to ask a high price for the heroin this time, and even though her tortured body cried for relief, she wasn't sure if she were capable of giving herself to the salivating pig beside her. Jeanne sat motionless, not speaking, knowing that it was useless to continue the conversation. Chris would give her the H when Chris felt Jeanne had earned it and not before. From now on, he would call the shots and she would be helpless to stop him. She had to get relief fast, and he was the only person Jeanne knew who could help her.
Chris studied Jeanne over the rim of his glass, waiting for the effect of her second drink to take hold. It had been a very special drink, indeed, he thought, chuckling to himself. The tasteless powder should warm her up fast, it was known as one of the most powerful love potions that could be found in Turkey. On impulse, he leaned forward and breathed heavily in Jeanne's ear, talking to her in almost a whisper.
"Now, Jeanne, shall we discuss our business transaction? Let's be practical. I've got something you want very badly and you've got something...." he leaned further forward and harshly sucked at her ear lobe between his tobacco-stained teeth, and then let go, "and you've got something I want." He finished his broken sentence and leaned back to continue his lewd penetrating stare.
"I've brought the money," Jeanne replied, fighting back the growing pain and another new strange sensation that shot through her cunt like an uncontrolled fire the moment his thick lips had touched the lobe of her delicate ear. She made a concentrated effort to steady her voice.
"If you're low on the drug, I'm prepared to pay double the regular price." Then she made on last attempt to call his bluff. "Get me the stuff now or I'll go to another source, Chris. I don't enjoy playing games to satisfy your demented sense of humor," she said looking at him cold in the eyes.
Chris shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of mock defeat. "You may leave anytime you wish, Jeanne. The door isn't locked."
Jeanne could sense that Chris was stalling for time and it wouldn't be long now that the pain would overpower her will, soon she would be begging for relief. He must be crazy, thinking she would want to participate in a fuck session with him, she thought, watching him closely, waiting for him to make the next move. She knew she wouldn't have the strength or will power to stand up and walk out of the room without first satiating her physical craving for the drug. Jeanne shuddered at the thought of those thick, hairy hands touching her body, but the pain was steadily increasing and her knees had turned to liquid.
The perspiration on her forehead now built up into heavy beads, began to break and run down the side of her face. Jeanne took a lace handkerchief from her purse and dabbed nervously at them and leaned back further on the sofa in an attempt to steady her reeling body. A warm probing sensation enveloped her body, fighting back at the drug craving pain and she swallowed hard to control the nauseous impact that racked through her body.
Chris continued watching her with an amused gleam in his eyes, visibly seeing the potion take control of her emotions.
"You look very ill, my dear Jeanne," Chris said with mock concern in his eyes. "Is there something I could get for you?"
Jeanne rolled her head back and a low, soft moan escaped from her anguished lips, while her body began to slowly rise and squirm against the soft velvety material of the sofa.
The sight of Jeanne's shapely body completely out of control, writhing before him, incited deep lustful passions in Chris, passions that he had forgotten even existed. He reached under the fold of his crimson robe and began stroking his giant fuck-stick until it grew its full length, and protruded menacingly outside the robe. With his free hand, he untied the silver tassle, and let the robe fall free behind him. Still keeping his eyes on the tormented woman, Chris spread his legs wide apart before her, now jerking his monstrous prick with both hands until his whang was rock hard and glistening in the soft light of the living room.
Jeanne's tighly shut eyes had not seen the lewd display, but now she could hear his distant voice breaking through her spasms of pain.
"Look at me, my darling Jeanne. I want to help you."
Jeanne dazedly opened her eyes and dimly gazed into Chris' face. He was grinning lewdly up at her between the unshaven stubble on his face, and feasting his eyes on her squirming curvaceous body.
"Look straight at me," he persisted, thrusting his hips up towards her. Jeanne lowered her eyes and saw the huge pecker swaying in front of her like a huge snake dancing for the tune of a snake charmer.
"No, Chris, no!" Jeanne stammered, "stay away from me."
But even as she pleaded with him, she could feel the strength completely leave her body with a burning sexual craving filling the void it had left behind.
Chris now began to boldly undulate his hips and Jeanne kept her eyes glued on the swaying fuck-pole, hypnotized by its swaying, lewd movements.
"Stand up in front of me and remove your clothing. Stand here on the table before me," he slurred at her through his thick lips.
Jeanne stood up in a trance, completely under his control now, and kicked off her high-heeled shoes. Lifting her dress high over her knees, exposing her long, softly curved calves and thighs, she stepped up onto the slate coffee table and stood waiting for him to speak. Her eyes remained glued on his large, thick whang as Chris continued to stroke it in a teasing manner. The stereo music now filled the room with a pulsating congo beat and her legs began to unconsciously sway to the tempo in round circular motions.
"Now my darling Jeanne, I want you to slowly and gracefully, remove all your clothing and toss them down to me." His voice came to her pounding ears in short jerky rasps, as she mechanically began to unzip her dress.
Chris' beady eyes bulged from their sockets at the breath-taking erotic strip being performed on the table over his straining, throbbing prick. It took all of his control to keep himself from shooting his thick cum up at her face. Her seductive, tight-fitting mini slipped softly from her rounded hips and down to her narrow ankles. When she stooped over to step out of the material that encircled her tiny feet, he got a clear view of her ripe, rounded titties protruding over the lacy edges of her white lacey slip. The music intensified to a faster tempo, and Jeanne, seeming to be controlled by the sound, writhed and jerked her lush body in more pronounced gyrations. Jeanne leaned over to the control panel by the side of the sofa and turned the volume up full blast until the music pounded and reverberated through the room with a maddening sound. Jeanne instantly responded, rapidly jerking off her slip and throwing it down at him in a frenzy, her body swaying back and forth while her head tilted back and her eyes rolled up at the ceiling. Small moans, barely audible over the beating drums from the stereo, rolled from her mouth, now salivating tiny trickles of spit down the side of her chin.
Next, Jeanne's trembling hands removed the white lace bra and her boobies sprang out with amazing resiliency peaking forward with the tips pointed and throbbing passionately. Rotating her hips, in the circular motion of a belly dancer, she inched her panties over her hips, letting the flimsy material slide slowly down her contoured legs and fall to her ankles.
"Give me your panties," Chris commanded, leaning forward to retrieve the white silk and lace material. As Jeanne leaned forward to step out of her panties, her full, ripe knockers dangled before his reach and he grabbed for them with both hands, viciously kneading and squeezing at them, ignoring her squeals of pain. Then he pulled her left titty down to his gaping mouth, almost throwing her off balance, and stuffed in as much of the soft white flesh as his mouth could hold, running his tongue around the ridges of her nipple. Slowly rising to his feet in a half-kneeling position, Chris ran his thick finger up between the inner thighs of her legs until they reached the hair-lined moistness of her pussy.
Chris' ugly face loomed before the stooped, drugged woman with his eyes void of pity. They shone into hers coldly, lustfully, cruel and unyielding, boring into the very depths of her wild, dilated eyes. His fingers continued their probing until they foudn the fuckhole opening between the cunt lips. With a sadistic smile tightly pulled across his yellowed teeth, he gave a brutal thrust, driving his middle finger into the depths of her twat passage.
"Aaaaaaggggg!" Jeanne screamed between clenched teeth, "I can't stand it! It's driving me crazy!"
Jeanne continued groaning as the exquisite feeling of pressure in her burning cunny further ignited and stimulated the uncontrolled longing that possessed her body. She strained the muscles of her thighs and began grinding her hips against his thick finger, trying to satiate the tormenting urge in her screw box, while Chris slobbered maniacally over and around her soft, huge boobies with his moist, hot mouth. Crouching lower and spreading her legs wider apart to give him more access, Jeanne groaned in frustration. His short, stubby finger was doing no more but to drive her sexual urges to a higher peak, tormenting her hot, clasping pussy.
"Oooooooh, fuck me!" Jeanne shrieked from her helpless position on the table. "Please, Chris, fuck me!"
A loud pop sounded as Chris jerked his thick hairy finger from her twat-gash and threw himself on his back on the sofa. Spreading his legs wide open before her low bent head, he teasingly swayed his hard erect whang from side to side, gyrating his hips to the beat of the music in the background. His breath came in short rasps and his lips visibly trembled from the stimulation rushing through his body. But when he finally spoke, his voice was direct and clear.
"You will do as I say or you'll not get your fix! Stand up and continue your dance," he commanded.
Jeanne obediently began to sway and jerk, gradually building herself up into an uncontrolled frenzy, and as she threw her head from side to side, the hair pins fell from her head and her long, flowing blonde hair cascaded seductively down around her white shoulders.
"Ahhhh, a true beauty," Chris exclaimed, "a blonde-haired Mona Lisa on fire with love." His voice was wild and raving at her like a mad man's as he played cruelly on her untamed drugged emotions fully aware of the torment building up inside her cunt.
Finally he could wait no longer.
"Beautiful Jeanne, take my prick now," Chris commanded with drooling lips.
Jeanne lunged down on him like a crazed animal, kneeling on the carpet between his open legs, and grabbed frantically at his thick pecker, thrusting it into her mouth, licking and sucking at the warm, white drops of pre-cum that glistened on the top of the swollen cock head. Chris thrust his hips forward, driving his prick deep into her sucking mouth and reached behind her, clasping his hands firmly behind her neck, driving her face at his huge whang, brutally pulling her to him with all of his strength. Jeanne sucked at his pecker hungrily as though she never wanted to stop, while Chris continued buffeting his hips back and forth at her gaping mouth, now expanded obscenely with the veined wrinkled flesh of his massive dong. She began to suck with all her being at the thick rammer fucking into her mouth, her eyes glazed with a wild animal lust.
Chris released her head in temporary exhaustion, no longer needing to grind himself into the frenzied woman, now hungrily sawing at his large dick through her tiny elastic-like lips. In the dim light of the room he grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and lick at him in uncontrolled frenzy. She grabbed the back of Chris' swaying whang and pulled them towards her, driving his whang deeper and deeper into her face. Then streams of prick fluid were dripping from the comers of her mouth and onto the matted hair of his prick area.
Chris moaned above her puckered mouth and rammed himself deeper into her throat, holding her head secure in the vice-like grip of his stubby fingers. Suddenly, Chris moaned again as without warning the hot waves of his white hot gism shot deep into her gaping mouth, mixing lasciviously with her spit as she gulped and swallowed greedily at the white sticky semen. While she continued sucking and swallowing the gushing sperm, she clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his deflating pecker swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head until she had completely sucked him dry.
My God, she thought through her dazed stupor, what's happening to me? "I can't help it. I can't help it! I must have my fix or lose my sanity," her mind continued to scream at her through her torment as a stiffled sob escaped her parted lips that now lay buried in the softness of his perspiring balls.
Chris was stretched back limply on the sofa, momentarily drained of energy, but as his lewd eyes trailed hungrily over her naked back and exposed asscheeks now swaying wildly in the air behind her, his desire slowly began mounting building up powerfully in the depths of his nuts. Jeanne, who had been kissing and licking feverishly at the deflated prick resting limply on the matted pubic hair, trying to make it hard and stiff again, suddenly raised her head and threw it backwards, the cords of her neck standing stiffly out. She flung her arms around the rolls of fat that hung from his protruding belly and looked pleading up into his eyes with naked, burning desire and craving shining in them.
"Tell me now, Jeanne, love, tell Chris what you want more than anything in the world."
In the back of her mind, Jeanne was dimly aware of the base indignity he was forcing upon her, but nothing else seemed to matter but the quenching of the driving hunger in her pussy that was now becoming almost unbearable. She lolled her head back from side to side and parted her lips in agony, trying to speak. Finally she was able to force the words out.
"Stick your prick in me. Get in my pussy quick. Hurry, hurry, Chris, fuck me now!" Jeanne raved in bitter defeat.
Chris showed no response to her pleading, but sat there enjoying her desperation.
"Pleeeese," Jeanne moaned and buried her face deep into his prick and balls, kissing at his slowly rising whang in a maniacal frenzy. As his pecker grew, Chris began a rocking motion, sliding his stiffening dick beneath her chin in between the deep clefts of her firmly rounded titties, feeling a mild ecstasy as the twin mounds of boob flesh clenched and unclenched at his probing prick. Soon his driving dong stood firm and erect again.
Chris continued his maddening tit pulling, until Jeanne threw herself over on the dedep-piled rug, rolling and kicking her legs wildly around in the air and arching her back until her twat gash was fully exposed to his leering eyes.
Chris could hardly believe the exhibition of lust the raving, beautiful woman displayed as she flailed around before him, begging him to screw his prick in her. The love potion must have been much more powerful than he had originally thought. He stood over her now the complete master, holding his power over her pleading torment.
"Turn over and get on your knees," Chris hissed at her with a sadistic gleam in his bulging eyes.
"Oh yes, yes. Give your cock to me quickly." Jeanne's pleadings were now bordering hysteria, as she kneeled in front of him on the floor, bracing her arms beneath her, positioning herself for the maximum exposure to her cunt area.
"That's a good girl," Chris chuckled as his heavy body crawled up over her ass, priming himself for the final conquest.
"Hurry, Chris, hurry, for God's sakes," Jeanne panted, looking around at him with wild eyes. She tilted her round asscheeks upwards trying to capture his long cock. She could see his fleshy face contorted with a peculiar look of anguish with his mouth hung slack so that his chin and neck blended into one mass of flesh. Then, bending lower, he thrust his hard fat prick into the moist hair-nested pussy, smashing the swollen cockhead against her glistening clitty. The impact threw Jeanne forward, and her arms buckled beneath her ramming the side of her face into the rug and tilting her swaying asscheeks even higher into the air. The pain went unnoticed as his jabbing prick battered away, attempting to make its entrance into her passion inflamed twat.
In desperation, Jeanne reached under and up between her wide-spread knees, and grabbed at his dong, guiding it into her burning twat channel. When his thick pecker found the target, Chris jerked his hips brutally forward, and buried his huge fuck-pole deep into the bucking woman's clasping fuckhole, then paushed to catch his breath.
"Go on! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jeanne hissed up at him with a murderous look in her eyes.
He needed no further encouragement and his heavy body began smacking into her with wild abandon, smashing her full ripe titties painfully against the floor. Jeanne cried out aloud as his thick cock plunged into her hungry pussy like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting soft folds of flesh in rippling waves before the cruel throbbing prick head. She was now in an ecstatic trance as her greedy, moist walls clasped around his fleshy prick hungrily, bucking at it to completely devour its length to the hilt.
The crescendo of his unceasing fucking with his large hairy balls slapping against her asscheeks sent lewd sensations racing through her ravished body.
"Is this what you want, Jeanne?" Chris grunted over her.
"Oooooohhh! Yes! Yes! Don't stop fucking me! Screw me harder, harder! Ooooohhhh, yes, Chris darling," Jeanne gurgled through her parted mouth now drooling moist pools on the rug beneath her.
Chris drove on into her, a complete feeling of victory surging through his crazed mind. He had her now. She wanted his prick plunging into her like this with all her being, just like a common slut off the streets. No longer was she the cool, aristocratic Jeanne but a raving animal begging for fulfillment.
Jeanne could feel the rising tide beginning deep in her belly, ready to explode any second. The obscene picture of her helpless position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny, strange ripples of fire dancing through her senses, and surging into a giant tide that was now engulfing her whole being. It suddenly burst, exploding spasms from deep in her pussy and spreading to the nerve-racked opening of her pores. Bright flashing lights burst in her head, and she bit down deeply into the thick piled rug in an unsuccessful attempt to muffle the scream of release, pouring from her throat.
Jeanne couldn't believe the wondrous reactions of her body to the ugly brute pounding into her. This, her first real cum flooded through her in great sensual waves, swirling around the hammering whang deeply imbedded in her twat. Warm streams of cunt juice seeped out of her twat lips and down the insides of her quivering thighs, and the feeling was so delicious she never wanted it to end, but to go on and on and on into an everlasting eternity.
Suddenly, Chris' thick pecker crushed into her, battering her body back into the rug and forcing her legs even further apart. Jeanne's whole body was now almost completely rolled under him, contorted into a fleshy ball of hot, craving, flaming fuck drive. He fucked into her relentlessly, striving to reach his second cum, pushing into her with a maniacal frenzy, deeper, and deeper into her clasping pussy passage until she thought he was going to rip her apart. Her twat juices flowed wetly around his still screwing pecker, flooding his hairy balls as they pressed tightly against her throbbing clitty. He continued to lunge in and out of her for a seeming eternity, unable to reach his second peak and the longer and harder he tried, the angrier and more frustrated he became.
Chris began shouting obscenities down at her crumpled form and pounding at her ass with his fat closed fist but his hard shaft could get no relief from her now widely expanded passage. He pulled himself out of her and began digging brutally at her small asshole with the tip of his middle finger, stroking it up and around, then plunging it deep inside of her cunt.
Jeanne lurched forward from the unexpected driving pain that deeply penetrated her ass. Gradually, as his finger manipulated around and around deep within her, she slowly became accustomed to the unfamiliar intrusion in her bowels.
When Chris inserted the swollen, burning head of his throbbing prick into the puckered ass opening, stretching it almost beyond endurance, she dug her teeth and bit down at the rug to keep from blacking out. The pain between her asscheeks shot through her body as the cruelly penetrating dong dug deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her pooper to its fullest capacity. They let out a muffled scream, protesting the excruciating torture of her shithole from the screwing rammer behind her, but there was no relenting of pressure as his thick cock vibrated through every tissue of her being, shoving back the soft rubbery flesh inside her widely-stretched asscheeks. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt the coarse, wiry hair of his loins scratch up and down into the softness of her softly curved ass. Chris had methodically and cruelly impaled his thick pole into her up to the hilt, stabbing her like a helpless animal caught in a trap, unable to escape.
Chris, now grunting and gasping behind her, began to fuck rhythmically back and forth in and out of her soft depths without mercy. His thick whang pulled the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping assflesh out with the base of his pecker as it withdrew. She heaved a sigh of trembling relief, hoping the torture had finally ceased, but before she could relax her asshole, he viciously longed it deep inside her rectum again.
Chris' grunt of pleasure mounted as each thrust drove into her harder and harder, crushing his sweating weight against her with wild ecstatic abandon. He continued to screw in and out of her trembling shithole with amazing rapidity, faster and faster, until suddenly a breathless gasp escaped from his wide open mouth and she felt the hot waves of his boiling cum shoot deeply into her dilated ass, filling her to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the unbearable pain receded. Her drug induced sensuality smothered her body as she felt the hot, powerful sperm spurts surge wildly into her and she began to grind her ass crazily up against his deflating fuck-pole, not wanting the sweet torture to end, milking it to the last drop of his warm, wet prick juice.
Chris groaned above her, muttering incoherently, his big body completely spent. Now he gave one last utterance of complete satisfaction and collapsed over her, smashing her limp body beneath him on the floor.
Two hours later, Jeanne woke next to the naked Chris, snoring heavily beside her own nude body. Remembering her debasement, her first thought was to ram the sword letter opener, which gleamed in the night lamp of his desk, deep into his fat, expanded belly. But she quickly brushed the murderous thought from her mind, knowing that Chris was her only contact. Already ripples of nausea were attacking her insides and her body was drenched in a clamy, cold sweat brought on by withdrawal from the drug. She had to have a fix right now.
At first she thought of awakening him, but decided instead to try and find the drug herself. She was almost certain that it was hidden somewhere in his desk, the meticulous bastard, probably in a hidden panel.
Jeanne groped her way over to the desk, barely able to move her tortured limbs, and lightly ran her trembling fingers under the bottom panel of the middle drawer. Inside a grooved crevice that served as a support, the tip of her finger finally came into contact with a round plastic button, and she knew she had found his hiding place.
Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Chris was still in a deep sleep, she pressed against the plastic button slowly until she felt resistance. Instantly, a hidden side panel opened revealing the precious powdered drug that her whole being now depended upon for survival. Moistening the tip of her forefinger, she dipped it into the crystalline powder and pressed it to her tongue. She grimaced at the bitter taste it left in her mouth, but now she was sure it was the real thing, and even better, it was pure and uncut. Jeanne eagerly searched through the other pontents in the drawer and to her relief found all the necessary equipment that she needed to take a fix. A roll of cotton, a spoon, matches, a hypodermic needle, a heavy rubber tourniquet, and an eyedropper bottle filled with distilled water completed the kit. Jeanne smiled wryly to herself, no doubt the slimy creep had enticed other victims to his lair to suffer these horrible indignities just as she had tonight. Quickly dismissing the disgusting thought, Jeanne wrapped the rubber tourniquet around her upper arm and secure it tightly with a metal clamp. Next, she placed a small amount of heroin in the spoon, dissolving it into a clear liquid with a few drops of distilled water from the eyedropper and lit a match under the base of the spoon, heating the solution to body temperature. Placing a small piece of cotton in the bowl of the spoon, she strained the solution through the cotton to rid the liquid of impurities, and drew it up into the syringe through the needle.
With shaking hands, Jeanne bent the crook of her elbow, until the large veins under the pressure of the tourniquet popped up, visibly throbbing under the surface of her transparent white flesh. She, then, proceeded to inject the full contents of the hypo into her system and leaned back with relief, waiting for the drug to react.
Her senses returned moments later as the drug brought satisfaction to her craving body. She looked over at Chris who was still snoring loudly and cringed at the huge mass of flesh sprawled naked over the rug with his legs spread lewdly open, exposing the ugly, withered prick that now looked like a sleeping coiled snake, and dead. He was out cold.
Glancing over at Chris, Jeanne took the packet containing the drug and stuffed it into her purse. A small enough reward, she thought, for the obscene ass and cunt fucking that beast, Chris, had subjected her to. This supply would last her for months after it had been cunt and by then she would be in Europe with all the money she needed to buy all the heroin she wanted!
Jeanne hurriedly dressed and softly tip-toed down the stairway, smiling to herself as she pictured the look on Chris' face when he woke to discover his precious supplies missing. Maybe this would teach him a lesson about who to fuck and who not to fuck! An evil leer on her lovely face, Jeanne Downing turned on the ignition and drove slowly through the morning fog back down the road to Downdale.
CHAPTER FIVE
The sun was just coming up over the tall trees when Jeanne got back to the sanitorium. She parked her car far from the huge mansion and walked the quarter mile so she wouldn't wake Dr. Andrews, and confirm his suspicions about her. He could really throw a monkey wrench in her plans. She quietly let herself in, and tiptoed up the stairs and down the long hall to her room, clutching her purse tightly to her, feeling happy and secure with the treasure contained therein.
In his private suite, Dr. Andrews splashed cold water on his face, washing the sleep from his blood-shot eyes and peered thoughtfully back at his image in the mirror. All in all things were going even better than he had originally planned, for he was already a month ahead of schedule in the preparations of his hormone injections and if all went well today, he would be ready to start the long awaited tests on Thai tonight.
The experiment he had conducted last night had been dramatically successful, with two monkeys leaping on each other like a pair of sex-starved humans, leaping on each other like a pair of sex-starved humans, the male being so potent that Dr. Andrews later was forced to enlist the help of Thai to separate him from his mate, then gave the chimp a tranquilizer to stop his screeching rage. The female had been equally eager in her participations and tried to attack Thai when he had entered the cage to retrieve the male.
The stimulating effect of the hormone was more successful than he had hoped, and tonight, after he had started the first series of injections on Thai, he would be able to record his first reactions to this most complex solution that had taken so long to develop. Soon, Thai would be ready for testing, but until that time, just to be on the safe side, he would have to lock him up in one of the larger cages to keep him under control. His next problem would be to find a suitable mate for the experiments, but he would have plenty of time to decide that later. Right now, he would go down to the lab and start a fresh experiment on the two chimps, then take a break to consume a large country breakfast that Minnie always prepared for him each morning.
Two floors below, Minnie was already up and around her room, neatly placing the spread over her pillow and wedging her hand beneath it, forming a straight crease under the fold. She walked over to the wooden framed window and opened the panel wide, sucking in the fresh morning air, expanding her enormous bosom to its fullest capacity. Thoughts of Celia still dominated her lewd mind as she remembered the night before when she had creeped into the sleeping girl's room and had slowly taken the fullest advantage of the situation.
When she had first entered the room the night before, it was partially illuminated by a small night light that threw a pink glow over Celia's youthful curved body. Her breathing came in slow deep breaths which remained undisturbed at Minnie's attempts to test her consciousness. Her long black hair flowed away from her white forehead and softly draped the edges of the fluffy white pillow, and her beautiful lips were slightly parted and tinged with a soft, pink blush that matched the faint glow on her cheeks. Long, thick matted eyelashes fringed the tips of her lids and brushed softly down on her face, which was now peacefully slackened in a drugged sleep.
Standing naked by the voluptuous Celia, Minnie had gently pulled back the bed covers and feasted her eyes on the soft, exciting body laying helpless beneath her lewd stare. The sheer flowered nightgown had crept over Celia's thighs, fully exposing her shapely legs and the ripe whiteness of her thighs. Dark, silken strands of downy pussy hair covered her fuckhole, contrasting sharply against the background of white shimmering flesh.
Breathing heavily, Minnie reached down and worked the flimsy material over Celia's full, lush titties until her body was completely exposed to Minnie's lustful cravings. Beads of perspiration formed on her wrinkled forehead and trickled down the side of her face as she slowly eased her bulky body down over her helpless prey, who was completely unaware and unable to defend herself from the cuntsucking that followed. Hours later, when Minnie had finally satisfied her horny lust and cravings she had started to creep back to her room. The closing of the oaken front door startled her and she peekd over the bannister just in time to see Jeanne entering the door. At the time, she had vaguely wondered where Jeanne had been all night, as she hurried on to her own room so Jeanne wouldn't see her. That was a close call, Minnie thought, I'll have to be more careful the next time.
In another room, the sleepy haze that dimmed Celia's vision gradually cleared and the unfamiliar room slowly came into focus as she tried to blink away the sleep. When she grew accustomed to the light, her eyes travelled around the room, searching for an object to identify with, over the dingy ceiling and faded wallpaper, up to the antique canopy that covered her bed. Stretching her graceful limbs, she yawned and sat up on the edge of the bed, then made her way to the bathroom with great effort. Her legs felt wobbly and weak and her belly twitched nervously inside her as she gulped the cold water from the sink tap. She could vividly remember strange nightmares that had filled her sleep all night, and decided to use the tranquilizers more sparingly in the future. The drug had a strange effect on her body which was now drenched in a clammy sweat that had a strange cunny odor to it, and even her nightgown, which had been freshly laundered, was now wrinkled and stale, even one of the side seams had loosened and was coming apart. Celia quickly showered and dressed, then stood before the mirror combing out the thick tangles of her hair until it fell free once more in soft waves around her shoulders.
She opened the bedroom door and made her way downstairs quietly so she would not disturb the others in the rooms. When she reached the foot of the stairs, she looked around the corner into the living room but it was still quiet. She went into the kitchen, hoping that Minnie or Jeanne would be there but it was empty, and not knowing what to do until the others came in, decided to go back up to her room and wait. It was then that she noticed the door to the basement slightly ajar inviting her to explore it. She could remember now the small windows on the outside of the mansion when she had first come to Downdale and at the time her curiosity had been aroused by the mysterious lights that had glowed from within.
Cautiously, Celia placed her hand on the wooden panel and slowly opened the door, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness. The morning light burst through the opening, exposing a rickety stairway, but beyond that she could see nothing but blackness. Looking around to see that no one was watching, she stepped through the doorway and slowly inched her way down the creaking stairs, guiding herself with one hand on the railing and the other held out in front of her blindly groping its way, until gradually her eyes became accustomed to the dimmed interior. Signs of neglect were strewn around as far as her squinting eyes could see, peeling, faded wallpaper curled away from the wall and broke and fell to the stairway as her trembling hand brushed over it. Cobwebs, intricately spun, hung undisturbed from the corners of the low ceiling, while all around her the air became gradually stale with a dampened mustiness as she slowly descended farther and farther down the staircase.
Celia knew that she should turn and go back, sensing instinctivley that something evil was lurking below in the depths of the cavern she was now entering. Dr. Andrews was a strange person, uncomprehensible, almost inhuman, she thought as she remembered his cold, penetrating eyes, almost devoid of emotion. He must be up to something that he was trying to hide, she reasoned, or why else would he chose to work in such a foreboding atmosphere. Even before she opened" the laboratory door, she was sure she had guessed right and was determined to find out the reason for all his secrecy.
The door to the laboratory was faintly outlined at the foot of the stairs from the bluish glowing light that beamed behind it. Celia pressed her ear tightly against it to see if she could hear anything, but no sound could be heard from within. She hesitated for a moment, not certain what to do, then slowly turned the steel door knob. It was unlocked. She pulled it open with a concentrated effort to be as silent as possible, and peered inside the laboratory, viewing its contents with a gasp of surprise.
Under the bluish glare of large lights gleamed the equipment of a large, fully equipped modern scientific laboratory, lending sharp contrast to the decaying entrance through which she had just passed.
Fascinated, Celia carefully closed the door behind her and ventured forth further into the interior of the laboratory. It was a strange, mysterious place, she thought, staring at the gleaming metal and glass. She had never seen anything like it before in her life. Suddenly, she jumped as a loud animal shriek came from somewhere in back of the room, piercing the sterile room with a sound of unmistakable agonized torment. Her eyes darted to the direction of the sound and spotted a group of clustered cages against the far wall of the laboratory. As she drew nearer to the area of the imprisoned animals, the sterile environment changed. She could smell the pungent sour odor of animal dung which invaded her nostrils, leaving her light-headed and dizzy from the impact. Her eyes widened with amazement at the collection of animals entrapped in the cages, ranging in size from that of a squirrel cage to a large steel-barred structure at the very back of the grouping that was the size of a small room. This was the only empty cage. The smaller cages contained large black and white rats that scurried around aimlessly inside, sniffing blindly at the air with their pointed whiskered noses. Celia cringed and moved on to to the larger cages which housed various breeds of rabbits, and stopped to stroke the fur of one that was leaning against the bars, seemingly asleep. As soon as her hand touched the rabbit, it leaped in the air as if electrified and lunged at her fingers through the bars, visciously snapping at the air in a futile attempt to dig its pointed teeth into her flesh. Celia jumped back in horror and surprise at the animal's uncharacteristic aggressiveness.
With greater caution, she slowly moved on to the next pair of cages which were spaced several feet apart and contained two chimps. The male chimp was sitting quietly in the far corner of his cage gazing at her with a drugged indifference, but as soon as the female chimp noticed her presence, she became hysterical, screeching and jumping around the cage with a maniacal frenzy. Celia stiffened and leaned against the wall in fright, not understanding the strange reactions of the imprisoned animals. It was at that moment that she heard the door open and Dr. Andrews' voice calling across the room to the chimp. Celia froze with panic, wondering what the doctor would do to her if he caught her spying on him. As his heels clicked across the tiled floor, nearer and nearer to where she stood, her eyes spotted a large packing crate and she dodged behind it just as he rounded the corner.
"Be quiet, Joanie," he spoke in a soothing tone, and then glanced over to the other cage, "your mate will be revived shortly and you can have your screw for the day." He addressed the animal as if it were human, and at the sound of his voice, the chimp immediately ran to the far corner of the cage, making small whimpering noises and screwing up her face at him with wild hate-filled eyes.
Celia could see Dr. Andrews through the thin cracks of the wooden crate. He wore a white lab coat and was now busily taking notes on a loose-leaf tablet, pausing momentarily to study Joanie's reactions, then continuing on to finish his notes. When he had finished, he reached down to his black leather bag and pulled out a large hypodermic needle and a small glass vile that contained a bright pink liquid, identical to that in the circulating tubs, and expertly transferred the mixture from the vial to the needle. He dabbed the point with a swab of cotton and cautiously opened the cage of the male chimp, still sitting in a dazed trance watching the doctor approach him with disinterested eyes.
"Over here boy. over here," Dr. Andrews called softly to him as he waved the needle in front of his line of vision as though tempting him with a delicate morsel of food. As soon as the chimp saw the needle he quickly scampered over to the open door of the cage and lifted his arm obediently in response to his master's command.
Celia watched thunder-struck at the monkey's reaction as Dr. Andrews emptied the pink solution into the hairy primate's upper arm, then placed him in the cage with the female. Immediately, the pair started dancing around each other in circles building themselves into wha:: seemed like a sexual frenzy, screeching and slapping at each other with wildly flailing arms. The female chimp began to move her hips in a wild jerking motion, but each time the male approached her, she would swing out at him, trying to strike him down. After several attempts and different angles of approach, each met with the same reaction from the female, the male flew into an uncontrolled rage, attacking the female by viciously pounding down on her head with his closed fists. The female turned away from him in retreat with her hands clasped over her head, fully exposing her hairy ass to his wild and unrelenting attack. The male grabbed down at her asscheeks and inserted himself into her with hard gyrating smacks, while his loud animal grunts resounded from the cage, exciting the other trapped animals with a chaotic effect. They all began running wildly in circles around their cages, bumping into each other and into the steel bars, screeching and howling in frenzied confusion, while Dr. Andrews observed the sadistic scene with a strange pleasure-filled gleam in his eyes.
Celia stared in disbelief as the mad man slowly dropped his cool detached facade, and gloated openly at the tormented flailing animal bodies around him, his notebook forgotten as the sex-crazed animals shrieked louder and louder in frustration.
He's mad! Dr. Andrews is mad! Celia thought as the panic knotted in her belly and her wildly pounding heart felt like it was going to leap from her throat. The loud animal sounds pounded in her head at a more intense pitch, as she pressed against the crate to keep from losing the balance of her numbed legs now giving under the pressure of her awkward squatting position. To her horror, the crate gave way from her weight and toppled over with a resounding crash.
Dr. Andrews glared down in amazement at the cringing girl, now sprawled helplessly beneath him on the cold tile floor, her eyes locked on his with terrified fright. Slowly, for what seemed like an eternity, the wild look left his face, the cool composure returned and he finally spoke with grim command.
"Get up off that floor, and stand on your feet." His voice did not waver or hesitate, but took the tone of a parent reprimanding a naughty child.
Celia obediantly rose to her feet trembling with fear. She kept her head bowed with her eyes lowered to the floor for fear that he could see the terror within them. He had to be truly mad, depraved beyond reasoning to show such thorough enjoyment at such cruel experimentations. His personality change frightened her even more than if he had continued his ravings. He really thought he was sane and right, with his cold inhumane laboratory tests, she thought, fighting back the panic. She could tell by the tone in his voice.
"I'll hear your explanation now for this untimely intrusion into my private laboratory. Maybe you didn't realize it before, Miss Downing, but I'll make myself clear right now. I despise being spied upon."
Celia tried to force the words out with a steady voice but they came in short gasps.
"Dr. Andrews, I saw the door open upstairs and came down here to see where the stairs led...." she paused her mind racing wildly for a more acceptable explanation, but he didn't give her time to think.
"Is that right, Miss Downing. And did you see anything in my lab that you thought a bit unusual?"
"No, no, I was fascinated by all the equipment."
"And you didn't think I would be angry at finding you here?"
"No, no, I didn't."
"And my experiments, Miss Downing. Do you perhaps view them as a bit strange or perverse?"
"No, not at all," she stammered.
"Then why did you hide," he interrupted harshly, "and why are you now looking at me like I'm crazy?"
The tears she had been holding back burst forth as she completely lost control and lashed back at him, unable to take his cold questions while all the time the shrieks of the tormented animals roared around them.
"You are mad, completely and insanely cruel!" she screamed back at him. "You're the one that should be in a cage, not the animals!"
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"We'll see who belongs in a cage," he snarled, grabbing both her arms and pinning them behind her back. Celia struggled to escape his strong grip, but his brute force was overpowering. He dragged her over to the large cage and shoved her inside, locking the door behind her.
Dr. Andrews stepped back from the cage and eyed his beautiful captive with a lustful craving in his eyes. He didn't care now what emotions Celia saw on his face, she was trapped now completely at his mercy, like the two chimps and the rest of the animals.
Celia lunged at the cage door and grabbed onto the steel bars, shaking them in helpless fury, but the strong reinforced metal stood firmly locked against her feeble rattlings.
"You're surely intelligent enough to realize that you cannot escape. You're just wasting your strength with your wild actions." Dr. Andrews smiled lewdly at her through the bars, totally relishing his new found power over the beautiful girl locked in the cage.
"Save your strength, my dear Miss Downing. You may need it later on."
The menacing tone of his voice penetrated Celia's hysterical mind as the meaning behind his words struck cold terror deep within her.
"What do you mean?" she asked, staring back at him unblinking. "I demand that you release me at once. What you're doing is monstrous!"
"Monstrous? Really my dear," he mused, "you are hardly in a position to demand anything. After you've calmed down, I'll tell you about my experiment, maybe I'll even think of a way to enlist your participation."
Celia stared back at him, her eyes wide with horror, as Dr. Andrews calmly adjusted his white jacket, straightened his tie and left her to join the others for a leisurely breakfast.
CHAPTER SIX
For the first time in her life, Celia Downing felt despair. Dr. Andrews had made her his prisoner and she knew he was clever enough to cover his tracks with Aunt Jeanne. He could always say she was ill and he had placed her in isolation. Dr. Andrews had her exactly where he wanted her. She knew that. She could tell from the lewd look on his face that he enjoyed seeing her locked up like the rest of the animals and no telling what vile plans he had in mind for her.
She stopped her pitiful sobbing and a cold fear ran through her body as she thought of the power he had over her, and what cruel acts Dr. Andrews was capable of performing. She knew that she must think of some way to get a message out to Jeanne or Minnie without him discovering what she was doing. Celia was certain that neither of the women had any knowledge of his mad experiments.
Celia looked around the cage for some object or material that she could use to convey a message to someone upstairs but the entire area was bare except for the mattress that covered the floor. The cage itself was sturdily constructed and reinforced so that it would be almost impossible to break out of, and the only opening besides the heavily barred door was a small trap door on the side that was just large enough to squeeze a small child through. She thought of screaming at the top of her lungs in the chance that someone might hear her, but she knew that would be hopeless because the walls of the laboratory were covered with acoustical sound-proofing panels, designed to absorb the loudest of sounds.
A screeching noise came from the chimp's cage, and although she had purposely avoided die sickening sight of the two animals fucking each other, the menacing sound of the shrill grunting noise forced her attention in that direction. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened in revulsion at the sight of the two hairy creatures fucking into each other as though they were trying to destroy one another. She was horrified as she watched the male chimp ramming the full length of his throbbing prick inside the moist fuckhole of his mate, while at the same time she savagely slammed her ass back at him just as viciously. Both chimp's mouths were agape and pulled tightly over their teeth in a half pain filled, half mocking expression. Gobs of spit ran down the sides of their face, and their breath came in short fast gasps.
Celia hoped that somebody would come in soon and stop them before the poor creatures killed themselves. But no one did, and the male chimp dug his fingers deeper into the poor female's hairy hips and fucked wildly into her ever expanding cunt. Celia could hear the slap of his swollen balls and see his long, thick whang pistoning in and out with rhythmic fuck beats, battering at the pussy as though it was his last moment on earth. Celia tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the brutal fucking taking place in front of her, but she remained involuntarily hypnotized by the cruel assault. Suddenly, the female let out a loud groan and fell to the floor of the cage as her legs finally buckled beneath her, but the male continued screwing into her, falling with her collapsed body without missing a stroke. His hairy body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that was unleashing itself completely against the pleading moans of his mate. The chimp's power and energy seemed unlimited as he continued fucking on and on, lunging and pounding at the hairy heap beneath him until no sound or protest could be heard from the female. Her head was twisted grotesquely to the side of her body now, and her sightless eyes stared blankly at the direction of Celia's cage, as her limp and unfeeling body absorbed her sex-crazed mate, still ramming his prick into her with wild abandon.
The lewd death stare coming from the battered female chimp horrified Celia, breaking the hypnotic trance that had engulfed her moments before. She could hear her own voice now screaming and shouting at the dumb chimp to stop, but he continued his ceaseless fucking, either not knowing or caring that his mate was dead. There was nothing Celia could do now, and she turned away from the terrifying, yet pitiful sight, burying her face in the mattress as if in an attempt to close off the brutal reality of the horrible scene before her.
Two hours passed, and Celia was huddled and cringing on the floor of the cage with her hands pressed so tightly over her ears that her whole head ached and vibrated with tormenting ringing sounds, though she thought she could hear a distant voice calling her name. She rolled over on her back and opened her eyes. She froze as they came into immediate contact with Dr. Andrews leering down at her on the other side of the bars, holding a tray of food in front of him.
"Well, Celia, I'm glad to see you've finally controlled yourself. I've brought you some breakfast-Minnie prepared for you," he added, opening the small trap door and pushing the tray through the narrow opening.
Celia cringed and backed away as he inched the tray in her direction, extending his hands and arms as far into the cage as the open passage would allow. He lifted the chrome lid from the tray, exposing an enormous meal that was large enough to feed two people. The smell of the ham and eggs and the thought of eating while crouched in this cage surrounded by filthy animals, sickened her to the point of nausea and she turned away from the platter in disgust. Wild thoughts ran through her mind as the despair and hopelessness of her entrapment came back into focus. If Minnie had prepared the tray of food for him, then she must know that she was a prisoner down here!
Dr. Andrews impatiently stepped back and let the trap door shut. He was not certain yet what he was going to do with the uncooperative whore now cowering in the corner of the cage, but he knew she would be very useful to him.
"That's up to you, but in a few hours, you'll regret not eating. As I said before you'll need your strength. I've decided to include you in part of my hormone experiments."
Celia backed even further away from him until her shoulders were pressed painfully against the cold bars of the cage. She could hardly believe her ears as she listened to his words, and the tone of his voice implied that he was actually paying her a compliment!
"You looked shocked, my dear. You shouldn't be. Actually you're the most eligible female specimen here at Downdale."
His eyes clinically undressed and slowly appraised her body as if she were being surveyed and analyzed under a microscope, while he continued talking, now more to himself than to her.
"Yes, the perfect specimen. Young ... strong, with a high endurance rate. Lush, ripe, a generous span between hip bones. Yes, I think a great capacity for fucking!" His cruel eyes bulged and widened the longer they drank in her youthful beauty, then fused into a hypnotic stare as his lewd mind pictured perverted fantasies. It was easy for him to visualize the beautiful Celia lying on her back in total submission to a rampaging mate, with her lithe, supple body tightly pulling him into her with an equally savage burst of hot and uncontrolled passion. He smiled to himself for he knew that the powerful stimulus of his newly developed hormone would be capable of turning his pornographic thoughts into reality. His mouth filled with spit as he thought of her groaning piteously beneath her fucker while he plunged and twisted into her cunt with inhuman strength. What pleasure he would get from watching this uncontrollable little slut being fucked and debauched until she was of no more use than the dead female chimp, now balled up in a limp hairy heap in the cage beside her. Perhaps then, the torment he had felt all his life from the beautiful, yet unobtainable cunts like her, would cease, and later, when the hormone was completely tested for controlled consumption, he would be able to start a new life. Right now, he wanted to get near her and explore her body to the fullest so that he would know her true capacity before starting any of the tests. His hands trembled with subdued excitement in anticipation of kneading and probing at her soft resilient flesh and watching it give way under the pressure of his strong firm fingers. But first, he would have to coax her into taking the strong sedative that he had stirred into the hot chocolate after that his task would be easy and quite enjoyable.
"Eat Celia, Minnie will be disappointed if I have to take the tray back untouched."
Celia relaxed a little when he spoke, thinking that at least the menacing look had left his face. But she didn't relax completely for she knew now that he was so sly and quick that she was unable to predict his reactions.
"M-Minnie," Celia stammered, "she knows I'm locked up down here?"
"Of course she does. Minnie knows everything that goes on around Downdale. That's part of her job." He paused and glowered at her, letting the full impact of her helplessness sink in. He could see her eyes completely dilated with fear now as she wondered how many others were participating in the inhuman conspiracy.
"W-W-Where's Aunt Jeanne? Does she know?"
"Come now, Celia. How do you expect me to devulge all this private information when you don't seem to want to cooperate with me even in the slightest extent. Drink your hot chocolate at least, and perhaps we can continue the conversation."
Celia gulped down the hot chocolate and winced as the hot liquid burned at the back of her throat, hoarse and raw from sobbing. She had to find out what her chances were of escape for she still had some hopes of getting out, though with each minute that passed they were getting dimmer and more futile.
Dr. Andrews watched her drain the last drops from the glass and seemed satisfied for the moment.
"Your aunt is ill, or shall we say, incapacitated at the moment. From what Minnie told me at breakfast, she's apparently stumbling around her her room in a drugged stupor brought on by a strong dose of Heroin. I wouldn't lean too heavily on seeking her help, if that was what you were thinking of. You may be in for a big disappointment.
"H-Heroin? Not Aunt Jeanne! She couldn't...."
Celia's voice trailed off as she stared at him with disbelieving eyes, but from the steady, sure way he looked back at her, she knew he must be telling the truth. Besides, what possible reason would he have to he to her now that he had her trapped with now way of escape? Still, it was hard to believe that her haughty aunt would get herself into a position so helpless as drug addiction. What hidden despair could have driven Aunt Jeanne to such a desperate position?
Dr. Andrews walked over to the chimp's cage and inspected the debris left by the two furiously fucking monkeys, shaking his head in disgust. Jody, the male chimp, now subdued and exhausted from his tremendous screwing was feeding quietly on some decaying food, showing no interest in the dead female chimp whose body remained stiffened in a grotesque kneeling position.
"Thai! Come back here and clean up this mess," he called out to some unseen person around the corner.
Celia could hear an awkward shuffling sound approaching them, then froze in terror as the most ugly man she had ever seen in her life came lumbering around the corner. He didn't even look human, and his entire body covered with black, wiry hair except for a few bare patches on his cheeks. The frightening monster that Dr. Andrews called Thai didn't notice her as he obediently approached his master to do the task at hand.
"I want you to put Jody back in his cage and take Joanie's body out to the furnace for burning," he said coldly.
Shock registered on the brute's face upon hearing his master's command, then he ran over to the cage and peered through the bars.
"Joanie? Is Joanie hurt?" he asked incredulously entering the cage and kneeling beside the dead chimp. He put his clumsy over-sized hand on her face and turned it gently towards him until he could see the blank, open eyes staring up at him.
"Joanie? Joanie girl, what's wrong?" Thai didn't seem to comprehend that she was dead, and continued to mumble pleading sounds to her until Dr. Andrews impatiently interrupted the pathetic scene before him.
"Joanie is dead, Thai. She can't hear you now or ever so stop babbling and take her out to the furnace, the smell is overpowering."
Thai leaned over and lovingly picked up the limp Joanie, craddling her gently in his arms. When he looked over towards Dr. Andrews with disbelief and sadness, Celia could see tears streaming unchecked from his eyes, and at that moment, even with all his inhuman ugliness, he reminded her of a young child crying over a dead pet. Seeing this, her heart went out to him with compassionate sympathy for it was clear that he had a very low mentality, and even though he must possess a tremendous brute strength, was certainly no match for the sly Dr. Andrews. He bent his head low, trying to hid his tears, then walked slowly past the doctor and disappeared around the corner with his dead pet.
Celia let the air release slowly from her lungs in relief now that the dead animal was no longer in her sight, then leaned back down on the mattress, pressing the side of her hot, swollen face against the cool fabric. Her whole body had a strange floating feeling, giving her a sensation of a new weightlessness and freedom. She had the sudden impulse to laugh as a surge of exhilaration and well-being filled her mind and though she could give no reason for this great release from the feeling of dread, she vaguely realized that some strange substance had taken control of her consciousness. She rolled over on her back and stretched her long tanned legs to their fullest length, curling and uncurling her toes against the hard pressure of her shoes. No longer caring about Dr. Andrews or his presence, she pulled her graceful arms up into the air, then let them fall limply back on the mattress over her head. This great wonderful feeling of total relaxation was now completely absorbing her mind and body, untieing all of her tensed muscles and releasing all fear from her mind. She was grateful for life and for being alive, able to enjoy the cool comfort of her very own special privacy. Gradually, her hate for the mad doctor was slowly fading into a tolerance for him and for the unnatural cruelty that possessed him.
In her drugged state, Celia had now way of realizing what a seductive lust-inciting picture she made, sprawled back on the mattress with her legs hanging loosely apart. A faint smile curved her bud-shaped lips slightly up in a cupid expression and her silken hair was softly framing her face, falling freely around her head and back onto the mattress. Her spine arched slightly pressing her shoulders against the mattress, and bringing her firm, rounded titties up to two pulsating peaks of tempting flesh.
From where he stood, Dr. Andrews had been cautiously observing Celia's gradual transition from a frightened, cowering girl to a deliriously seductive creature, completely releasing herself from fear or inhibition. He knew that she was now ready for his examination, and was just about the enter the cage when he heard Thai shuffling back into the laboratory.
"Go upstairs and help Minnie for a while Thai. I'll ring for you later," he called across the room to him.
Thai nodded his head, and without a word desolately plodded back towards the stairway, closing the door behind him.
Dr. Andrews unlocked the cage door with trembling, eager hands, and crawled into the cage, kneeling over the luscious, beautiful girl with lustful anticipation, then lowered his hands and slowly cupped them over her firm, up-thrust titties, gently squeezing and releasing at them, taking delight in their youthful beauty. The smile remained softly curved on Celia's lips as she stared up at the ceiling out of the cage, now totally enslaved by the drug, unable to consciously defend herself. Celia Downing was free, drifting into another world, unaware of her body or of his sensual manipulations. Her mind was in total submission to the titillating sensations coming from the rigid nipples of her boobies. The soft, torturing sensations growing outward from the burning center of her fleshy tit mounds began to melt and spread over the rest of her body, enveloping her completely with burning desire.
Celia's body was loose and yielding beneath the doctor, and she showed no sign of protest when he reached his hand up under her dress and ran his fingers over the smooth surface of silken skin on her inner thighs. Her youthful flesh was incredibly firm, yet soft and giving, and warm. The warmth increased as his fingers drew nearer to her nylon-covered pussy now generating not impulses from the deep passages of her twat. His trembling fingers grazed softly over the tightly stretched nylon and he could feel the downy cunny hairs matting together.
Shiny strands of cunt hairs had strayed from under the nylon band of her panties and curled forward around the elastic, lightly grazing the side of his hands as he dug his fingers under the band and began probing the soft moistness at the outer folds of her screw box. He massaged his fingers around and around in her unprotected openness, first stroking and pulling lightly at the top of her soft pussy, then gradually working them into the now wet and well-lubricated slit of her fuckhole.
The moist tender cunt lips gave way under pressure of his probing finger and their ragged edges curled hungrily around the tip of his index finger as it slowly forced its way deeper inside of her twat. Dr. Andrews marveled down at her beautiful cunt that was partially exposed. Her dress had hiked up to her narrow hour-glass waist, uncovering the smooth, white flesh of her thighs and hips.
Celia's eyes fluttered and her smile loosened as his thick firm finger screwed its way deeper and deeper into her inner twat passage. He could feel her asscheeks tighten beneath her as his manipulations grew more intense and his finger rammed its way even further into her hot, throbbing fuckhole until it had gone as deep as its length would permit.
A small moan hissed from her lips as the pressure of his knuckles pressed against the rising bud of her clitty. Her drugged state was rocked to its foundations with hot longing as the sensation spread from her clitty and rippled up her trembling belly and out to the rigid pointed nipples of her pulsating boobies.
By now, the drug had complete control of her mind, releasing all inhibitions, and giving all power to her body's demanding desires. Dr. Andrews could see her strong reaction to the drug and he knew that he would now be able to do anything he wanted to her without protest or struggle. The very sight of her responding so openly to his grinding finger filled his own body with a lust and craving burning desire, more powerful than he had ever felt before in his entire life. Hopefully, he grabbed between his legs, then gasped in disbelief.
His pecker was slightly rigid!
Hurriedly the impotent doctor began to remove all of his clothing, not wanting to loose the precious rigidity of his usually limp whang.
The emptiness left in her pussy when he removed his finger further incited Celia's craving, straining body. She arched her back and pushed her lush hips up at him, opening her legs wide apart and exposing the soft, pink twat lips of her throbbing cunt. They seemed to be begging to him like a small mouth pleading to be fucked. Her shoulders were dug deep into the mattress and her face was flushed with a deep red from the intense strain of her muscles. Her fingers curled down to her pussy and pulled aside the crotch band of her panties, inviting him to screw her.
As he looked down upon her pleading cunt, Dr. Andrews could stand no longer the intense, white-hot desire building up inside of him and he threw himself over her, not waiting to remove his shoes and socks. The impact of his body crushing down on hers, smashed her curved back flat against the mattress as his half-rigid whang partially imbedded itself into the outer walls of her lust-filled pussy.
Celia moaned and undulated her hips hungrily forward towards his fuck-stick, trying desperately to suck it deeper inside of her. She could feel its spasmodic throbbing against the entrance of her twat, wildly straining to plunge itself deeper into her hot, liquid depths. Celia's cunny reached a peak of frenzied agonizing torture and she unconsciously kicked her legs out wide to the side and tightly wrapped them around his jerking hips to give his thin prick greater access to her hot, wet cunt.
Dr. Andrews held himself over her, bracing his weight on the flat of his palms, and he could see the agony and want in her face, now contorted from her efforts to force him inside her, with her pink twat lips pulled tightly back over her even, white teeth in a pained smile of frustration.
Right then, Dr. Andrews wished he owned the largest, stiffest prick in the world so he could plunge it up into her quivering pussy till she choked with pain,.
He jerked rougly at her brassiere, tearing the flimsy material beyond recognition until her firm, massive titties burst forth, quivering from the stimulating roughness and pull of the ripping material.
Celia groaned huskily as he lifted his asscheeks over her hips and sat down on the flat of her belly, while his fingers began to knead mercilessly away at the white creamy boobs, pinching and digging into them until they were almost completely covered with deep red welts. She squirmed and twisted beneath him, trying to escape the hot flashes of pain shooting into her helpless throbbing knockers, but the drug had completely paralyzed her. She was dreaming of a thousand tiny needles attacking the sensuous naked parts of her body, driving her insane with want and white, hot desire. Dr. Andrews began to slowly inch his ass over the flat of her stomach and up over the soft resilient titties that slowly flattened under his weight providing a soft velvet cushion under his lust-grinding body. He grabbed his limp prick and rubbed the tip of it against her parted cunt lips, hoping that the stimulation of her twat would bring life back to his softened whang.
"Suck my cock, Celia, suck it!" Andrews crooned as he pushed his hips forward, letting his low-slung nuts rest heavily down against her chin.
Celia gave no response, but continued to whimper and moan in protest at the tiny needles rippling out of control through her twitching body. Her passiveness enraged him and he slapped down at her face with the open palm of his hand, crushing the side of her face against the mattress.
"Suck my prick, you whore!" Andrews screamed wildly down at her.
The harsh unexpected blow and obscene words penetrated her half-conscious state, bringing back the horrible memory of Bob Hamlin and the brutal fucking she had been forced to endure. Once again, Bob was fucking wildly between her open legs cruelly spilling his hot sperm into her and debasing her with obscene humiliation. She could see the flames from his lighter flickering over her face, drawing nearer and nearer to her exposed pussy. Her thoughts began to race wildly, thinking only of survival.
No! No! Celia couldn't let him burn her. She must live!
Celia obediently opened her mouth wide, and jerked her lips convulsively forward, sucking the loose, purple-veined prick between her small sharp teeth and into the warm pulsating hollows of her cheeks. She began to suck fiercely at the soft pecker now in her mouth, licking her tongue wildly around the ridges of the cock head, not aware of her hungry sucking actions.
Dr. Andrews lost himself in the deliciousness of her sucking mouth, pushing his soft palpitating whang deeper into the warm, moist opening of her lips and straining with all of his might for a hardon. He wanted more than anything else to shove his prick far down into the depths of her throat until his cum filled her belly to the bursting point. Her cock sucking was driving him wild. Her teeth punctuated the swirling flesh of her tongue with a sharp nibbling sensation, pushing him beyond the point of desperation and he felt helpless and of no use to her or himself as his whang remained maddeningly dormant inside the warm cavern of her mouth. Then he thought of the one equalizer he could use to fuck her senseless as she deserved for tormenting him this way. He leaned back and shoved her face away from him, but her mouth continued sucking and licking hungrily at an invisible pecker as he hurried from the cage and ran over to a small cabinet where he kept important records.
Nervously working the combination of the lock, he quickly opened the door of the cabinet and retrieved a black leather kit that was hidden in back. He opened it, removing a huge fake prick and without further hesitation, strapped the rubbery fuck-pole onto him, letting it dangle loosely between his parted legs. It looked like a real cock and was monstrous in size. He stroked at it as though it was his own fuck-stick and once again felt powerful and sure of himself. He now had an equalizer that would make him complete her screw needs. There was a large jar of vaseline that came with the kit, designed to help the dummy prick obtain an easy, painless entrance. But he decided not to use it. He wanted to hear her cries of pain and humiliation when he jammed the instrument inside of her writhing pussy.
When he finally returned to the cage, Celia was peacefully sleeping, her mouth now stilled and slack. This could only mean one thing. The strong drug was wearing off sooner than he expected, and he made a quick decision to deviate from his lab schedule and give her the first hormone injection while she was still unconscious.
The needle slipped easily into the large vein in the crook of her arm and the blue liquid was soon circulating through her body, waking and stimulating every primitive lust-filled want that could exist in a human being. He could not wait for the young, helpless girl to gain consciousness, and quickly mounted her in the classical position, parting the lips of her cunt with one hand as he guided the huge rubber dong at her wet, moist twat opening with the other. He spread the crisp pussy hairs apart, separating them from her soft, pink cunny and guided the blunt cockhead firmly and steadily into her, pushing against the resistance at the fuckhole, then straining deeper and deeper against the fleshy folds of her tightly resisting cunt until he slid it slowly down into her deepest depths. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass and now she was wide open, completely impaled with the rubber prick up to the hilt. He finally had her where he wanted her and with the help of his fake cock, he was going to fuck her absolutely senseless.
"Oooooooh," moaned Celia, as the impalement of her pussy brought her back to semi-consciousness.
Her pleading cries worked as a starting signal and he began to slowly, methodically fuck the whole length of the dildo in and out of her tight, clasping cunt.
"Oooooooh! Stop doing that! Please!" Celia gurgled beneath him, though a new strong urge within her began to slowly respond to the huge, fucking rammer. Her hips began rotating in small, sensuous circles around the searing hotness buried deep inside her twat. Low, animal sounds emerged from between her parted lips as she brought her legs together and locked her heels behind his knees, desperately squeezing his balls down tight against the crevice of her ass. Through the haze, Celia could feel his hips writhing and straining as he lunged into her cunt without mercy as though he were trying to fuck her to death with the fake cock.
Andrews was gradually working himself into an uncontrolled frenzy, with his eyes bulging from their sockets and his mouth agape as he heaved over the body of the wildly fucking girl, trying to attain orgasm. He could feel her pelvis firm and flush against his own, grinding and bucking in a wild spontaneous rhythm of uninhibited lust. When he had first sunk the hard rubber dong inside of her twat, the half-conscious part of her body had cried out in futile protest, but now the evil hormone stimulation had taken over her responses, stimulating her with a devilish lust that she had never before possessed. Celia's hands clutched at his body frantically begging and guiding his twisting hips, while at the same time, her asscheeks ground back in such a frenzy that he knew he was in complete control of the beautiful Celia.
Andrews could see that she was coming closer to shooting her cum and her whole body was consumed and alive fucking her hips furiously to lead her to fulfillment. He reached down with his long fingers, curling them tightly in the black strands of hair that encircled her lust-contorted face. He pulled down on them while he steadily increased the power of his screw thrusts to a faster and more brutal screw tempo. He could feel the spit in his mouth growing until suddenly it spilled over down the side of his chin and ran in hot, wet drops down on her face. His concentrated effort in fucking the helpless Celia into absolute senselessness had taken full possession of him and he didn't notice that Thai had unwittingly returned to the laboratory and was now watching them with a child-like fascination.
Thai had never seen two people fucking before, though he knew vaguely what was going on because of his close association with the animals. They had often rammed their bodies together not seeming to mind that he or Dr. Andrews had been watching their lustful fuck sessions. But this was different, far removed from witnessing the two untamed animals go at each other. Seeing Andrews" naked body plunging into the beautiful woman beneath him, broke the god-like image that had surrounded his relationship with his cruel master. He was no longer the powerful, all-knowing doctor, but just another hungry animal fucking like all the others.
Thai, the moron, forgot his sadness over the death of Joanie as his body began to react at the scene of naked flesh slamming into naked flesh in the cage before him. He could feel his tremendous hormone-enlarged prick stiffen and start to push against the pressure of his pants, sending a strange, agonizing pain from deep in his crotch to the rest of his ape-like body. Thai's face was covered with a deep red flush and he felt unable to control the tormenting stimulation. His mind throbbed and he didn't know what to do about his helpless torment, all he wanted was to stop the excruciating pain in his giant inflated whang. Thai unzipped his pants and grabbed wildly at the huge prick, but it jerked forward even harder from the pressure of his grasp.
Thai remembered watching Joanie and Jody fucking each other and how frustrated the sight had left him. The doctor had been feverishly taking notes at the time, and had not noticed the large cock bulge in the crotch of his pants or had seen the agonized want in his eyes. That night, he had crept back into the laboratory and entered Joanie's cage, offering her a banana, then stroking her soft fur as she greedily devoured the fresh fruit. She gave no sign of protest when his fingers began kneeding at her soft, moist cunt, but whimpered appreciatively at his gentle probings. He worked his body around behind her, just as he had seen Jody, her mate, do all the while petting and whispering to her with a gentle coaxing sound that she always seemed to respond to. His whang grew instantly and its blood-filled cockhead jerked forward, seeking the tiny, but flaccid, nest of the chimp's pussy.
The animal twat was warm and open, and his huge fleshy dong quickly penetrated the shallow depths only half-emerging its stiffness in the small chimp's pussy. Joanie had been trained by the doctor's hormone to take on a mate with complete obedience, so she automatically bent forward, resting her weight on the knuckles of her hands as Thai began to slowly fuck his pecker in and out of her. His large cock overwhelmed the small monkey and short squeaks of protest followed each plunging fuck stroke with a moan of protest.
Thai's orgasm came rapidly that night as the friction from her tight fuckhole quickly milked him dry. The great relief that followed his fucking flooded through him and he felt a great peaceful calmness take over his confused feelings as he let his limp pecker soak in the pools of his sperm until it grew cold from the night air. That night with Joanie followed many other nights, and as the weeks passed into months, a silent communicable bond formed between Joanie and Thai that was linked by more than just screwing. He felt a strange love for the small chimp and he was always careful to be gentle with her, never wanting to hurt her, because she was the one living thing that was capable of bringing happiness into his lonely life. Today all that was ended when he poured the gasoline over her lifeless body, then stood by while the flames in the furnace engulfed her body, and burned her into ashes.
Thai's misery was more poignant now as he watched the two human bodies hungrily fucking each other with complete abandon. The lovely, young, black-haired girl was gyrating her ass with such uncontrolled abandon beneath Dr. Andrews that she seemed to be in the throes of death, while his massive prick continued to screw into her wet, open twat-gash as though it were trying to rip her apart. Thai could see the foreskin of his prick that looked strangely hard and unyielding, not really like human skin at all. But his balls looked pliant enough, as they smacked in two, round globular circles at the moist, open crevice of her wide-spread ass. He crept closer to the cage so that he could get a better view. His hands continued to pump and caress his fuck-pole thought the manipulations only seemed to be building his passions to a higher intensity. He sucked in his breath as the narrow, red slit of her cunt came into view, glistening under the lights that burned over them. Her pussy was completely exposed and open to Thai's bulging eyes, contracting, opening and closing with each brutal fuck lunge that came from the hard, rubber prick.
As their bodies screwed together, Celia's large, white titties jiggled and trembled beneath Andrews' hairless chest, their suction making a soft whimpering sound into the wet, slapping sound of his belly smacking against hers. The strongest desires filled the moron's body, for he wanted to screw the dark-haired beauty even more than Joanie, but he knew that wasn't possible now that the doctor was with her. He began to jerk furiously at his pecker as Celia's groans filled his head with all kinds of thoughts of him fucking inside her. Celia's groans grew louder and more pleading and he shut his eyes tightly, pretending that she was calling to him, begging him to screw her as his master was doing right before his eyes.
Suddenly, Thai's monstrous prick jerked forward to its fullest length and began shooting cum all over the floor, as his body shuddered under the impact of the powerful release of his sperm. He grabbed his huge ballooned balls with his free hand, digging into them with his fingers to feel the wondrous deflating of the soft globes. But he never took his eyes off the fucking couple in the cage, especially the beautiful, writhing girl twisting and churning beneath the desperately driving cock lodged in her twitching pussy.
Celia could feel the muscles of her cunt giving painfully under the pressure of the giant, rubber dick screwing inside her twat threatening to tear her wide apart. But her quivering screw passage took the brutal fucking and begged for more as her own white hot cum juices flowed around it and clasped it as though the cock were real. The powerful, sensuous feeling deep within her pussy was driving her insane. She never wanted this fucking to stop. She couldn't live without this monstrous cock. Her hands reached desperately up and locked themselves to the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers, and began to suck wildly as his stiff, pointed tongue swirling around inside her small, well-shaped lips. Their hot spit mixed together in gurgling waves, as she sucked and bit at his tongue, swallowing all the moisture she could pull from it. She was cuming again. She could feel it building up in her belly.
Celia's legs kicked out, quivering uselessly in the air on either side of him, as he continued to fuck into her twat unceasingly and without mercy.
All he could think of was fucking her with his dummy prick until it had completely filled her body and came out her gasping throat. Right now, he didn't care if she lived or died as long as he could rid himself of the hate and frustration he had suffered all of his adult life.
Andrews froze as the shock of the animal moans coming from her throat penetrated his awareness. His pause broke the cum-dam building inside of her, adding torture to the debasement of the lewd fucking, pushing her nervous system almost to the breaking-point.
"Don't stop!" Celia screamed. "Fuck me, harder! Don't stop now, hurry! Hurry, and fuck me harder, harder...."
Andrews rammed into her again and again as she begged and pleaded for him to stop. Celia passionately bit down cruelly on Andrews' tongue still jammed in her throat. The quivering, hot walls of her clasping pussy tightened hungrily around the rubber prick fucking into her as she pounded back at it as she shot out her orgasm. She was drowning in the flood of passion.
Her cum was never going to stop and she never would! The ecstasy that was now tearing her apart was ripping her flesh into shreds while simultaneously meeting all the wants and desires of the present. The hell with Jeff and her virginal image, this cum explosion was what was the most important thing, no matter that she might die from the fucking. She loved it and loved the freedom that it gave her.
The blasts of hot fire, in spite of her wish to prolong the fucking forever, gradually diminished in their intensity, then the shock to her mind and body flooded her as the last tiny electrical sparks burned out far down inside her still heaving pussy. Celia slumped against the mattress, gasping for breath, and little by little, entered another state of semi-unconsciousness still dreaming of the lust-crazed devils that now had completely conquered her, completely possessed her whole body!
The fuck session seemed unreal to Dr. Andrews. He had never had a woman so completely under his power, gasping and fucking as though she were trying to kill herself against him like this one. The screwing he had experienced in his life, by the bitter choice of what was available, had always been with unattractive, selfish women that had taken him only because no other man wanted them. These women were always bitter and vindictive when he had been unable to meet their fuck demands. When, in desperation, he had finally resorted to the absurd looking fake cock in his last bitter affair, he had been laughed at and degraded beyond endurance. But now with this beautiful, young animal, some of the hate had been quenched, and though he wanted to continue with all his being the ravishment of her lust-crazed cunt, he couldn't for his body had reached its physical limits. Andrews lay panting, trying to catch his breath, resting his body over the throbbing sweat-covered flesh beneath him, a smile on his face. At last, he had satisfied a woman, even though it was through the use of drugs and a fake prick!
Thai, the unseen witness to the doctor's furious fuck scene with the drugged Celia, sensed that Andrews would be angry if he should discover him spying on him in this way. He hated to leave the presence of the beautiful, young woman now sleeping, but he would return later when Andrews was asleep or at work in his office. Thai quietly crept out of the basement zipping up his pants as he left, leaving the doctor to his thoughts of sexual success.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After dinner, Minnie walked back into the dining room where Dr. Andrews was finishing his coffee. "Shall I prepare a tray for Celia Downing?" she asked nervously, her eyes downcast.
"You might as well. She should be conscious by now and probably weak with hunger. But be careful of her now if I were you. The injection reacted violently on her system. Just remember she's as wild and uncontrollable as the rest of the animals down there."
"Yes, Doctor, I will," Minnie answered, her eyes still lowerd to veil the hostility burning from them. She couldn't imagine what had happened to Celia in the basement laboratory today, though she had noticed the tired lines of fatigue in the doctor's face when he had come to dinner. She had wanted to go down there to see what was going on, but her fear of the insane man had held her back. At least now she would have a chance to see Celia again, as she had been longing to do since she had sucked Celia's cunt the night before.
She scurried back to the kitchen and lovingly prepared a tray. She loaded the plate with food. Nothing was too good for the lovely body of the young girl now locked in the lab. She wished she could think of a way to help her escape, but right now she had to see to it that Celia was kept strong and able to survive the coming experiments. From Celia's room she gathered some towels, a robe, a blanket, knowing she would be needing all of these things and then took them with the tray down the dark stairway into the dim laboratory. When she entered the black part of the basement where all the animals were kept, she saw Celia's body, nothing but a naked heap of flesh, still unconscious and unprotected from the cold night air. She was sprawled across the mattress with her legs spread lewdly apart just as the doctor had left her after his obscene fuck of her drugged body.
Minnie sobbed at the devastating sight and set the items she had been carrying on the floor, running over to the door of the cage and pulling at it in an attempt to help the girl. She could see that most of Celia's body was swollen and bruised by the brutal fucking the doctor had given her and felt renewed anger and frustration where she spotted the bruises on the softness of her tender, white titties. She pulled and jerked at the steel barred door of the cage but it would not budge under the pressure. It was locked, giving her no possible way to enter the cage and comfort the beaten girl.
"Celia! Do you hear me, it's Minnie. Wake up, I've brought you something to eat."
Celia groaned and turned over on her side.
"Wake up, Celia," Minnie pleaded desperately, trying to stiffle the sobs coming from deep within her.
Celia fluttered her eyes open and tried to think of where she was, but her mind was swimming with disconnected thoughts. Where am I? Who am I? Why does everything seem so foggy and distant? She stiffened her lush body in an attempt to fight off the dizziness, but this only intensified the feeling, so she let herself go limp against the soft mattress. Now the heaviness of her body seemed glued to the floor of the cage. She tried to move her swollen lips to utter a call for help or just to get reassurance from hearing the familiar sound of her own voice. But her mouth was all cotton, stuffed with a thick, parched tongue that stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her tortured muscles were paralyzed and unmoving. Once again her will to survive won over the defeated physical state of her body, as her lips pursed forward and finally uttered some sound.
"W-water, please! I need water," Celia choked out to the woman standing beside her.
"Yes, Celia, right away, right away. Don't worry, Minnie is here to help you." She nervously picked the pitcher of ice water from the tray and filled a tall glass to the brim, then took it over to the trap door and offered it to Celia with a trembling hand.
The confused girl gulped it down greedily in several quick swallows, and leaned back trying to focus her eyes as her head began to clear through the heavy mists of her drug-injected body. She said nothing when Minnie pushed her robe into the cage, but quickly donned it to protect herself from the chill that was penetrating her body. Her arms and legs felt like ice and her throbbing titties were still quivering from the painful blows they had endured through the depraved fucking she had suffered such a short time ago. Her wet, open pussy hurt every time she made the slightest movement and to add to the torture, her bowels were now straining to the bursting point.
"I have to deficate," Celia said hesitantly, knowing that the woman was unable to let her out of the cage, but if she did not find some way to relieve herself soon, she would lose control and shit right on the floor.
Minnie anxiously ran around the corner saying she would return with a bedpan. Celia propped herself up against the back wall of the cage and dipped the towel that Minnie had given her into the pitcher of ice water. The coldness of the rough terry cloth material on her face temporarily revived her and helped to settle the butterflies in her belly.
She dipped the towel back into the water and pressed the coolness between her hot, aching legs in an attempt to stop the wild, throbbing coming from her cunny. It helped a little and she was able to muster a semblance of calmness by the time Minnie returned with her bedpan. Squatting over it and quickly relieving herself while Minnie watched with sympathetic eyes, was a scene that Celia wouldn't have been able to do a few days back, but now she was beyond embarrassment or inhibition, all she wanted was relief. Minnie took away the pan and came back to the cage, lifting the trap door and placing the tray beside her on the mattress.
The delicious, tempting food revived her hunger, and Celia ate ravenously, devouring all of it, not caring that she looked and acted like the animal that she had been turned into. Her reactions now were completely physical and when she had eaten she rolled herself up into the wool blanket and fell asleep without acknowledging or thanking Minnie for the favors that she had rendered.
The nurse left the girl and plodded back up the stairway, vowing to get even with Dr. Andrews for what he had done to Celia. Minnie knew that she would have to think long and hard for any plan that she would implement in revenge if she wanted to be successful. The doctor was quick, and by nature, much slyer than she. If she were to succeed she would have to be quicker than he and take him unaware. If she failed that would be the end of her and Minnie was all to aware of that fact!
* * *
The luminous hands of the clock on Minnie's nightstand pointed to one in the morning, and Minnie had been tossing and turning for the last hour-and-a-half, unable to sleep with the thought of the helpless Celia caged in the cold laboratory, alone in the dark except for the smelly animals that surrounded her. She had to go down, now while everyone else was asleep and check to see if she was all right. If she didn't, she wouldn't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. Not bothering to dress, she tip-toed down the hallway, shivering in the cold, night air as her flannel nightgown clung to her bulky ugly body.
The loose wooden planks on the floor creaked loudly as she gingerly made her way to the door leading to the basement. She held her breath as the hinges gave out a high-pitched, protesting whine as she opened it. She stopped, sure that someone had heard her. She waited for what seemed like an eternity, but nothing but silence answered the ringing in her ears. She was safe. No one had heard her. She continued on down the dusty stair that led to the laboratory until she reached the door at the bottom, and stepped inside. The lights had been turned out and the room was in total darkness except for a few thin threads of moonlight that streamed from the small windows over head. Minnie cautiously made her way to the back of the room, being careful not to bump into any of the large vats that were still pumping and circulating the mysterious chemicals that Dr. Andrews had prepared.
When she finally reached Celia's cage she was relieved to see the girl sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of her surroundings so desolate and foreboding. What a lovely, breathtaking sight she made, lying there in total innocence with the moonlight streaming down on her beautiful black hair. The silvery beams of light played across the long silken strands. Minnie couldn't resist reaching her hands through the bars and stroking the soft locks. Such beauty she had never known or touched before in her life and she was momentarily lost in the wondrous delight of the moment.
Her mood was sharply broken by the loud sound of glass crashing to the floor in the front part of the laboratory. Someone else was back there, making his way to where she knelt! It must be Dr. Andrews checking up on the animals. He must have heard her after all! She knew her punishment would be swift and complete if he caught her now, and she dashed over to the corner, crouching by the side of Joanie's empty cage.
A large shadowy form emerged around the corner approaching the cage where Celia slept, but Minnie could not see who it was, her eyes unable to pierce the darkness to identify the intruder. She ducked down lower as the man passed right by her and pressed her shoulders and face hard against the cold tiled floor, leaving her large, round ass swooping up behind her. In her fear of being caught, she didn't realize that stray shafts of moonlight beaming down on her exposed rounded asscheeks completely illuminated their provocative position.
Thai stumbled blindly to Celia's cage with only one thought in mind. He had to relieve the burning pressure of tormented fuck desire that was rampaging from his swollen prick with no let up. All that evening he had sat in his room thinking of the screw scene that he had witnessed earlier in the day, until gradually his own lust had built up into an uncontrollable frenzy. Now as he pulled at the door of the cage to reach Celia, he found that it was locked tight. He jerked and strained his powerful hands against the bolted door, hoping to muster the strength inside of him and break down the barrier that separated him from Celia. The lock remained firm and secure, and the girl continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the lust-incited moron struggling with all of his strength to get at her.
The cold steel bars remained fimrly entrenched in their locked position. They would not budge nor give no matter how hard he tried to force them open. It was hopeless. He pressed his hot face against the steel bars, moaning out his frustration to the sleeping beauty within the safe confines of the cage. Celia seemed coldly indifferent to his tortured soul, not seeming to care at all that she could not please him with the softness of her body. His fury slowly built to an insurmountable peak as he, in his ignorance blindly hoped for something to happen that might quench the hot, burning pain stabbing in his balls. He glanced over longingly at the empty cage wishing that Joanie was still alive. He would not be hurting if she were still here.
It was at that moment he spotted Minnie's quivering asscheeks waving temptingly in the air from behind the cage. His dim mind couldn't believe his eyes. His wish had been answered so close to the spot that he had fucked the female chimp that he naturally thought the fleshy mounds had been placed there by some unseen friend to be used until the hot lust burning inside him had been satisfied. Fearing that the large accommodating ass was merely a dream, he streaked across the small space that separated them, and before Minnie knew what was happening, he had landed on top of her back with a loud groan and jammed his hard, huge prick deep in her pussy.
Shock and revulsion filled the dyke lesbian as she felt the unbelievable hugeness of the monster prick suddenly tearing away at her twat with a wild-animal-like abandon. She couldn't believe it was happening to her.
"Eeeeeggghhh!" Minnie grunted as the giant whang pushed back in the fleshy folds of her cunt and smacked against her belly. Rough calloused hands reached down under her nightgown and cupped around her flabby boobies which hung loosely down like two large udders, and greedily began squeezing and pulling at them until it felt as though they were going to be ripped from her body.
The unseen Thai plunged his powerful pecker hard against her open twat-gash flattening her fat, bulbous ass under his terrible weight. She jerked forward with a gasp of pain and held her breath, trying to absorb the enormous fuck-pole that was now pistoning around the wet, sensitive walls of her pussy.
She could feel the hot streams of sweat rolling down her forehead and into her eyes, almost blinding her vision and she felt like she was going to faint from the tremendous toll of pain that was riveting into her like an iron jack hammer.
Thai closed his eyes tightly shut against the exquisite feeling of wet warmness that covered his immense rammer. His rigid fuck-stick was now pressed deep in the hot, protesting moistness of her cunny with wild electric shocks of pleasure pulsating through it. With each successive thrust, the electric shocks gradually built up and blended into an overpowering wave of sensual delight. Thai could feel an unbearable pressure pushing against his loaded balls, and knew they would soon explode and empty their hot cum into the large, wet pussy beneath them.
This vast, widely open fuckhole was not like Joanie's at all. With Joanie, he always had to be tender and gentle for fear of tearing her small cunt apart, and even then his rigid whang was only able to half penetrate its small depths. But now he was able to ram his full prick into the wet, expanding twat passage until he could feel his balls slapping against her ass. He reached his hands back and dug them harshly into her soft hips, holding them firmly in the air as he felt his long, thick pecker impress itself again and again into the moist, naked cleft of her asscheeks. His hairy knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, holding her wide and helpless to the brutal pounding of his body. He coursed his hands down over her ass and pressed his thumbs on either side of her puckered shithole, stretching it wide open. Then, she felt a hot burning pole fill her asshole as he jammed his middle finger up to the hilt into it.
Minnie screamed, unable to bear the cruel fucking of both of her fuckholes as waves of pain and nausea simultaneously enveloped her straining body. She tried to crawl away, but she was overpowered and held back by the monster behind her. The excruciating torture of her pussy and asshole was becoming more painful than her consciousness could bear. She groaned once more in anguish, then felt long welcome waves of darkness take hold of her body as she mercifully passed out.
Thai felt her body go limp beneath him and grabbed onto her hips with his free hand, pulling her back onto his plunging pecker. His giant tormenting cock had grown and expanded to its fullest length as he continued to fuck into her wildly with the pressure in his loins rocketing to the bursting point. He gasped and sputtered incoherently, shoving his dong forward with a mighty thrust into the walls of her quivering belly. Hot waves of thick, gobby cum spewed forth to fill her womb with great gushes of warm, sticky sperm. Thai groaned with delight as moments later he felt the last drops of gism empty far up into Minnie's cunt, then pulled his deflated prick out of the limp, swaying asscheeks and leaned back on his heels, trying to catch his breath.
The full moon had risen higher in the midnight sky, casting brighter beams of light through the small windows overhead and now illuminated the spot where Thai sat resting. Minnie's unconscious body had fallen over on its side when he had released her with her face clearly visible to his view. As his head gradually cleared and he had adjusted his vision to the darkness around him, he saw the plain face of Minnie on the other side of the ass that he had just finished fucking. He froze in terror! The loose flesh on her face was strangely contorted in an anguished expression as though she was having a nightmare.
Thai stood up in panic, letting his open pants fall unnoticed to his feet. He could imagine the horrible punishment he would face for what he had just done. He wanted to run away and never stop, but his legs remained frozen in fear and he stood paralyzed for a moment, not knowing what to do next. He buried his face in his hands and began to cry, he had never felt so much dread in his entire life. The fear that encompassed his body, now controlled the moron's entire being and he didn't notice his prick stiffen and empty its piss down on the unconscious woman sprawled beneath him.
Minnie's moaning sounds snapped Thai out of his paralyzed state and he stumbled back away from the woman, pulling at his pants as he ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he must be out of her sight before the nurse came to. Still sobbing, he blindly felt his way through the darkened passages of the lab, and ran through the door and up the stairway as fast as his awkward legs could carry him. He ran through the main entrance of the house and out into the cool night air, not stopping or looking back to see if anyone was following.
Finally Thai stopped when he reached the huge iron gate at the main entrance to Downdale and stared wildly through the bars to the road beyond. He knew he would be able to scale the brick walls with ease, yet the fear of facing the unknown held him back. His retarded memory couldn't remember the time before he was brought to Downdale, and he now trembled in fear at the thought of facing what was on the outside of these walls.
Thai was trapped.
The hysteria in his body mounted as he stood suspended with indecision. He had no where to go, either backwards or forwards, and his mind felt like it was about to explode from the panic that seized it. He jumped back in fright as the phone by the side of the gate began to ring persistently. The ringing sound was high-pitched and hurt his head. He reached through the iron bars and removed the receiver from its hook. The long extension reached easily through the gate and he placed the phone to his ears, not making a sound.
"Thai? Is that you?"
It was Dr. Andrews! Thai's hands trembled and his breathing came in loud rasps as he desperately clung to the receiver, not uttering a word.
"Thai, I know you're there. I can hear you breathing."
Thai sucked in his breath and held it, but could not release his hand from the phone.
"I just want to tell you that Minnie is not mad at you. You're to come back to your room immediately. No one's going to punish you."
Dr. Andrews pressed his ear tightly against the receiver, anxiously waiting for a reply. He kept his voice low and calm, not wanting to excite Thai or scare him away. After finding Minnie on the lab floor, he quickly guessed what had happened and ran up to Thai's room to see if he was there. The room was empty so on a second hunch he decided to ring the gate. The last thing he wanted to do was to go out in the night searching for a mad man. There was no telling what he would do in his crazed state if he thought he was cornered. He must convince Thai to come back of his own free will, and to do that he would remove the object of his fear.
A stiffled sob sounded on the other side of the line.
"No one's going to hurt you in any way. Is that understood? You couldn't help what you were doing, we understand that."
Thai sobbed again!
"Hang up the phone now and go straight to your room. Where else could you go, Thai? I've told you hundreds of times that the people on the outside would hurt you and laugh at you, you know that. I'm going to hang up now. Goodbye."
Dr. Andrews slowly replaced the receiver back on the hook. His anger subsiding now for he knew Thai would return. But because of Minnie's stupidity he had almost lost him, at the time when his presence was most crucial to completing the experiments. He glared down at Minnie, now sitting in the chair by his desk, sobbing quietly into the towel he had given her to clean herself up.
"Just what were you doing there at this time of night?" he asked coldly.
"I-I was worried about the girl, so I thought I would check to see if she was all right. That's all."
Dr. Andrews ignored her answer and slowly puffed on his cigarette until the ash on the tip turned into a bright, burning coal. He openly studied the beaten woman now gasping for breath, trying to control her sobbing. He felt no pity or compassion though, for he could well imagine the real reason why she had crept down to Celia's cage so craftily in the middle of the night. In fact, her punishment had an essence of poetic justice about it. She had gotten just what she deserved.
"Minnie, I'm going to be straight forward with you," he announced, breaking the silence. "Your apparent lesbian attraction to Celia is obvious. I'm well aware of your lewd sexual habits. If you step out of line, just one more time, I'll pick up this phone and turn you into the authorities."
Minnie stared back at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"I took the trouble to have you investigated when you first came here," Andrews said. "I would say right now that your position is shaky, so I suggest that you heed my warning! You may go to your room now."
Minnie stood up and started to leave the room.
"Oh, by the way, I'm expecting a visitor tomorrow, a Mr. Chris Dugan, so let me know as soon as he arrives!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bill Hamlin was stinking drunk, and liked it. He tipped the bottle of bourbon up to his lips and greedily took a couple of swallows, letting the burning liquid slide down to his throat, and into his belly. He set the bottle down on the floor and rolled over on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What a lousy day it had been, he thought, glancing at his watch. It was almost dinner time. Well, it was almost over, maybe the rest of the week would be more salvagable, anyway he should get up and get ready for dinner. Tonight he would have to settle for eating with the rest of the fellows who lived at the fraternity. If he hadn't spent his weekly allowance so soon, he could have gone down to the local pub. Christ, life was a drag!
Bill knew he should go use the bathroom now before the great rush before dinner, but he remained on the bed thinking of the day's events. That morning Dean Baxter had called him into his office and spent half the morning talking to him, telling him either to shape up or ship out. His marks were so low and he had skipped so many classes, that if he didn't knuckle down the Dean would have to expel him.
One reason why Dean Baxter had given him another chance was because of the huge sums his father had donated to the Alumni Association.
Another chance, shit, BUI Hamlin thought, reaching for the bottle and taking another swig. The old prick was probably just waiting for him to make another wrong move so he could tell his old man on him.
A subdued knock sounded on the door.
"It's not locked," Bill called out, pushing the bottle under the bed.
Jeff Montgomery entered the room and shut the door behind him. Of all the members in the fraternity, Jeff was the one that Bill truly hated. Jeff was the good, all-around, wholesome American young man. Why he looked so fresh and handsome, he could be a male model, Bill thought cynically as he sat up on the side of the bed.
"What can I do for you, old buddy?"
Jeff looked uncomfortable, like his balls itched that he was embarrassed to scratch.
"Bill, this isn't a social call. I have something to say to you, so I might as well come right out with it."
"Oh, by all means."
"You've been voted out, Bill, black balled. We had a special meeting of the members last night. That drunk driving ticket, plus all the rest of your actions during the past year is not in keeping with the image of our house."
"Really?"
"They all wanted to be here to tell you, but I thought it would be easier on you like this. You can stay here till you find another place to live, though. Bill, I'm sorry, but as President, it's my duty...."
"Enough said," Bill Hamlin interrupted with a smile on his face. "No hard feelings, guy, I understand. Just don't give me any long speeches about respectibility. I'll leave as soon as I can find another place."
Jeff looked relieved and started to leave, but Bill stopped him.
"Speaking about respectibility, buddy," BUI said, reaching in the drawer and pulling out some flimsy silk material, "here, take this. Consider it a going away present. From me and Celia to you." He tossed the panties across the room to Jeff.
Jeff stared down at the panties in his hands, stunned. The sheer material was covered with dirt and dried, caked sperm. The initials "CD" were monogrammed in the corner. Jeff was speechless at a loss for words.
"You should have stayed at the dance, Jeff, old boy, you missed a fuckin' time," Bill sneered at him, with a leering smile stretched across his face.
Jeff could feel a tight knot balled up in his throat and his eyes were stinging, but he couldn't force a verbal response from his mouth. Blind fury filled his being and the next thing he knew he was on top of Bill Hamlin, hitting down on him with his closed fist.
Bill was taken by surprise, for he didn't expect the mild-mannered Jeff to react so violently. He could feel the rock hard knuckles pounding into his face, but he could do little to defend himself the booze had slowed his reflex action. Blood rolled down his eyes, temporarily blinding him, and he could hear the sickening burst of his flesh, breaking under the tremendous impact of the hard knuckles. A smashing blow landed square on his mouth, and he could feel his front teeth loosen and cave in.
When Jeff had finished with him, his face was unrecognizable, a bloody mess of smashed flesh. Bill could feel the bed give as Jeff lifted himself off of them, and then heard Jeff's voice. It sounded like it was coming through a filter.
"You have your ass out of here tonight."
Then he heard the door close as Jeff left the room.
Jeff left the house, got in his car, and headed up the highway toward a hill that overlooked the college town. That was always the place he seemed to gravitate when he had a problem that he had to think out for himself. He guided his car along the curved highway until he found the spot that had been his and Celia's favorite spot. It was their secret place and no one else had known about it but the two of them.
Jeff got out of the car and started walking in the grassy slope, following the small foot trail that led to the top of the hill. His knuckles were so swollen and bloody that they were hardly able to grasp but moving slowly and cautiously he finally made his way to the top. He removed his shoes and socks, and dug his toes in the dewy grass. Out in front of him, the college town was flickering with a myriad of lights and the new moon was a silver sliver resting on the far off horizon.
Jeff walked slowly through the thick, long grass, feeling the softness round his ankles. The whole place was so beautiful he thought, but lonely, and he wished that Celia could be with him right now. They had shared so many wonderful times together right here at this spot.
He could still picture her sun-tanned loveliness, as she ran up the steep path and through the thick grass. There had been times, when he saw her standing there with nothing on but a brief sunsuit that he wanted to tear her shorts and halter off and fuck her right there on the grass. But after he had broken her cherry shortly before he went to New York to see his grandfather, he had decided not to touch her again until they were married.
The deep aching void that burned in the pit of his stomach came back when he remembered Bill Hamlin's leering remarks and the flimsy torn panties that he had flung at him. For a moment, he couldn't hold his thoughts back, picturing all kinds of lewd fuck scenes between Celia and Bill. But deep within him, he knew that it couldn't possibly be true, that there was a logical explanation for all of this, he had to be sure.
Before he left the mountain top that night, he made a firm decision to go see Celia as soon as he could get away.
CHAPTER NINE
Jeanne Downing awoke with a hangover. At least, it felt like a hangover, her head pounding, her mouth as dry as a desert. She slowly inched out of bed and headed for her private bathroom, quickly turning on the shower. The spray from the spigot bounded against Jeanne's naked body like a thousand tiny needles, the stimulation gradually reviving her hazy state of mind. She turned around, letting the full force of water hit her directly in the face, then lowered her head and drew in a deep breath as the sharp spray of warmth completely saturated her long blonde hair. She lathered and rinsed every part of her body several times, but could not wash away the memory of Chris Dugan's lewd body, his long prick fucking into her cunt. Since leaving his studio in the wee hours of the morning, Jeanne had lost all track of time, although she could recall Minnie bringing her food, as night blended into day then night again.
She looked over at the small clock on the bathroom counter. It was eleven-thirty, too late to join the others for breakfast. She stepped from the shower and wrapped a large towel around her then leaned over and began to methodically brush her hair dry in long, firm strokes. When she had finished, she pinned the long blonde tresses back from her face, molding a chic bun on top of her head. She removed the towel and wiped the steam off the mirror to get a better look at her face.
It was puffy and drawn. Tiny, hair-lined wrinkles formed in the corners of her eyes, and she looked back at her image with disapproval. The deteriorating effects of the drug were beginning to take its toll on her. She quickly massaged some moisturizer over the tell-tale lines and into the dry area beneath her eyes, then expertly applied her eye make-up and lipstick. That's better, she thought, giving herself a last critical appraisal. She finally looked presentable enough to go downstairs and face the others.
Jeanne opened the bathroom door and stepping naked into her bedroom, she stopped short and gasped in surprise for there was Minnie stooped over her dressing table rummaging through the contents of the drawers, not noticing that Jeanne was standing behind her.
"If you'd kindly tell me what you're looking for, maybe I could be of some help," Jeanne said coldly, not bothering to cover up her naked body.
Minnie jumped back in surprise as if she had touched her hands to a hot fire. Her eyes grew wide and bulging from the dual surprise of being caught, and the breath-taking sight of Jeanne's gorgeous naked body, fully exposed.
The whiteness of Jeanne's flesh formed around her image in milky whiteness. Two pointed nipples punctuated the softness of her well-rounded titties while the blonde pussy growth between her legs brushed crisply against her inner thighs.
"I-I brough you some breakfast," Minnie stammered, finally able to drag her eyes from Jeanne's lovely body and nodding towards the tray on the nightstand.
Jeanne quickly donned her robe, slightly angered by Minnie's lusty look.
"I want to know what you were doing," Jeanne snapped, ignoring the food. "By what right were you going through my personal belongings behind my back like a common thief?"
Minnie flinched at the implication. She felt trapped.
"I was only following orders, Miss Downing."
"Who's?"
Minnie looked down at her, but not answering.
"Who's orders? Andrews?" Jeanne persisted.
"I only do what I'm told," Minnie persisted.
"Where's Andrews now?"
"In the Lab," Minnie answered, backing towards the door.
"Well, if you won't tell me, I'll soon find out. Go on, get out of here!"
Minnie abruptly left, not bothering to close the door behind her.
Jeanne walked over to the door and leaned her weight against it with relief, locking it. She waited a while with her ear pressed tightly against the wooden frame, until she was satisfied that Minnie had left the hallway.
There was no doubt in her mind what Minnie was looking for. But what did Dr. Andrews have to do with it, she thought, hurrying over to the bed and pulling the package of drugs from beneath the mattress. Jeanne's eye scanned the room, searching for a more secure hiding place. She knew that, given a few minutes more, Minnie would have easily discovered the package under the mattress. She must outsmart them! No one was going to take the precious heroin away from her now!
Panic seized her at the thought of being without the drug, and she desperately tried to collect her wits. She must think of a place, but where? Oh God, where? A flash of an idea came to her, camouflage, don't conceal. That's it! Place it right under their noses and they would never find it, they'd be too busy looking around it.
She paced around the room like a tiger trapped in a cage, her eyes flickering from one object to the next, considering then dismissing each possibility. It was not until she stepped into the bathroom, that she spotted what she was looking for.
The most obtruive object in the bathroom was a large, ornamental pink glass vase, filled with bath crystals. It would make the perfect haiding place, she thought, and was exactly what she had been looking for. She quickly spread a towel over the counter and emptied the white bath crystals on it, being careful not to spill any over on the floor. Then, with trembling hands, she unwrapped the packet of heroin and poured it into the pink container, filling it one-third full. After placing a thin, transparent piece of cellophane over the drug as a protective divider, she proceeded to re-fill the vase to the brim with bath crystals, then flushed the excess down the toilet.
They'll play hell trying to find it now, she thought, feeling relieved and more ready to defend her position. She knew the best thing to do now was to face Dr. Andrews with indignation, for if she let the matter go, her silence would only be proof of her guilt.
When Jeanne walked into the lab, now one was in sight, but she could hear some movement in the back where the animals were kept. Jeanne angrily strode to the beack of the room with her argument fully rehearsed in her mind. But as she rounded the corner, all of these thoughts were suddenly wiped from her mind as she viewed in horror, the lewd scene before her.
Celia's naked body was strapped down to a medical couch in the center of the room. Both her hands and ankles were tied securely with leather belts that buckled into slots placed strategically on the aluminum side panels. Although her body was painfully stretched its full length across the leather upholstery, she gave no sign of struggle, and her face was peacefully relaxed with her eyes closed as if in deep slumber. In the cage next to the table, Thai squatted obediently on his haunches also completely nude, while Dr. Andrews reaching through the bars injected serum into his asscheeks. The whole scene was unbelievable, like a fantastic nightmare being played out in real life.
Jeanne ran over to Celia and stood in front of her as if to shield her nakedness from their view.
"Andrews! You've gone mad!" she shouted at him, not recognizing the shrillness of her own voice.
Dr. Andrews looked up and glared at her, clearly angered at her intrusion, but not surprised or alarmed at her presence.
"Minnie said to expect you," he said. "She's upstairs now, finishing the job she started earlier, by my instructions. As for all this, Celia unfortunately let her curiosity get the best of her, and after I caught her I decided to include her in my experiments rather than to do away with her."
"Release her at once, or I'll call the police," Jeanne commanded.
"The police?" he said. "Really, Jeanne, you of all people should realize that you're in no position to enlist the help of the authorities. In the first place you've stolen a very valuable item from a man named Chris Dugan. He wants it back and needless to say he's very upset about the loss. Then there's also the fact that you are completely involved, an accomplice to everything that's happened here since you've been in my employment. Can't you just imagine the discomfort of prison, say five to seven years, and they're sure to discover your addiction to heroin."
"I don't care," she said, turning away from him to undo the leather straps, "this time you've gone too far. I'm leaving here right now and I'm taking Celia with me."
"I wouldn't be so hasty my love," a heavily breathing voice said threateningly into her ear. She jumped back in shock as she saw Chris Dugan standing by her side. He must have been behind her all the time, enjoying evey minute of her anger. Now he grabbed her by both wrists and pinned them ruthlessly behind her back, twisting her arms upwards until the pain was unbearable.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Jeanne screamed. "Let me go, let go of me, you're breaking my arms!"
"Tell me, you whore!" Chris shouted, releasing one of her arms and with his free hand, placing a hard blow to the side of her head.
"No! Don't Chris! No! I don't know where the heroin is," Jeanne sobbed.
Chris lifted his hand again, ready to strike down on her, when Dr. Andrews stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Chris, I know of a way to make her talk. Bring her over here and we'll see if Thai can persuade her."
The next thing Jeanne knew her clothes had been ripped from her body and she was being shoved into the cage with Thai. She turned back and desperately pushed against the cage door, but it was being forced shut with the combined strength of the two leering men on the other side. Jeanne stared back at them with terror in her eyes as slowly the inevitability of her fate penetrated her anguished mind, then turned around to face Thai as the lock clicked shut.
Thai was rising slowly from his haunches and staring with bulging eyes at the tempting morsel placed before him. The hormone injection was now circulating through his body, stimulating his animal senses to a sexual frenzy. His crazed mind gave no recognition of Jeanne Downing, but could only perceive the lush naked body before him that he knew could bring him indescribably pleasures. The thought of this reward made him giddy with delight and a huge dim-witted grin spread across the expanse of his ugly face as he slowly lumbered across the cage to the cringing Jeanne.
"S-S-Stay away from me, Thai!" Jeanne stammered, pressing her back against the cold steel bars and trying to choke back the sickness building up in her throat. Behind her, she could hear the lewd, low chuckles coming from the two sadistic men on the outside of the cage. But, her pleas were cut short as Thai grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and flung her cruelly on the floor.
A sharp, penetrating pain flashed up her back from the harsh impact with the padded cushion on the floor, but it was quickly forgotten with a renewed terror as she looked up at the salivating moron standing over her.
Thai was so beside himself with uncontrollable lust, that he didn't seem to know what to do next. He stood over her sprawled legs, gazing down on her beauty with glazed eyes as if the sight had hypnotized him into immobility.
Jeanne gasped at the unbelievable size of his growing prick which hung stiffly between his hairy stump-like legs like a giant cobra ready to lunge itself into her cunt at any moment. A loud groan hissed through her clenched teeth in astonished disbelief as his fleshy giant pecker continued to grow larger and larger, encouraged by the moron's stubby, stroking fingers.
Jesus, Thai would kill her! They can't let him do this to me! They wouldn't dare! Jeanne Downing thought. Lewd visions raced through her panic stricken mind as she pictured the ugly whang fucking into her pussy while being taunted on by Andrews and Chris Dugan in the background.
"Go get her Thai! Fuck her good." Dr. Andrews harshly commanded.
* * *
Suddenly, with one jerking motion, Thai was on top of her, trying to force his hardened fuck-stick beyond the soft flesh of her inner thighs and up into the wet, moistened slit of her cunt. Jeanne pressed her legs tightly together trying to protect herself from the bombarding whang, but it was ramming itself deeper between her legs and up against the soft pussy hairs that hid the inner flanges of her cringing cunny.
Eager hands from either side on the outside of the cage reached in and grabbed her ankles, forcing them wide apart, assisting in the cruel fucking as if impatient to see her ravishment begin. Thai sucked in his breath with delight as her long, beautiful legs were slowly forced apart, exposing her twat opening completely to his lust-filled eyes. The soft, fleshy lips trembled in fearful anticipation beneath the flat, pussy-hair-covered plane of her helpless up-turned cunny. They seemed to be beckoning to him, delicately urging him to enter their folds and plunge his fuck-pole into their moist, quivering depths. Thai grinned down at them, swaying his wide neanderthal hips over her in lewd, gyrating, circular motions.
Jeanne clenched her eyes shut, unable to watch the huge fuck-stick with its great bulging head ram itself into her twat. She knew there was no merciful way to take a dong that size inside her unless she could completely relax her body against its force. In desperation, she let herself go completely limp, and concentrated on relaxing her inner cunt muscles while preparing herself for the battering ram.
A wall of hard, unyielding flesh jammed itself brutally against her throbbing fuckhole opening, stretching it almost beyond endurance, as it tried to make its entrance into and beyond the tight ring of muscles pushing back against it in protest to its monsterous size.
The slow, hot burning pressure began to grow in intensity as the burrowing huge prick slowly began to make its penetration. Waves of shock and nausea penetrated her being, and she let her mouth go slack, sucking in deep breaths of air to keep from losing consciousness. Jeanne desperately spread her legs wider apart to help ease the pain that was racing up from the base of her spine and exploding into a million flashes in her tortured brain.
A hot, long, thick tongue lapped crazily at the pink, budded nipples of her quivering titties; spilling its spit forth in gushes of hot, warm wetness, as the huge pulsating pecker in her pussy gradually screwed its way harder and harder against her straining screw box.
"Oooooogggghh! Jesus! Oh, Christ, Noooo!" Jeanne screamed above the lustful animal grunts of the moron lodged between her thighs as she felt the throbbing, bulbous cockhead suddenly lurch forward and sink a cruel, hard inch inside her. The soft, fleshy lips of her cunt opening were swept wide apart and the long, smooth channel leading to the depths of her heaving belly was now breached and defenseless to be fucked and ravished as he desired.
"Ummmmm, ummmm," Thai grunted over her as he felt the warm, moist pussy flesh close tightly around the tip of his pulsating pecker, sending spasmodic jerks of further lust coursing through his dangling massive balls. His head dropped slavishly to her knockers.
"Please stop! Oh, Thai, stop," she groaned, the savage attack on her cunt swirling through her mind with sharp flickers of pain that shot from her boobies as he began to suck harder on her large nipples. She could feel her soft flesh being squashed beneath his hairy loins as he continued to force his whang inch by inch into her cunt with each cruel in-thrust. Jeanne was helpless and writhed painfully beneath him as it penetrated her hot, open cunt tunnel until it suddenly filled her and felt like it was lodged firmly up inside the full length of her tortured body, threatening to burst through the wall of wet, soft flesh surrounding it.
Jeanne slowly opened her eyes as if by magic the pain pulsating through her every pore began to lessen slightly. Through her dimmed senses, she was aware that Thai, in his own clumsy way, was actually trying to be gentle with her. His ugly, hairy face now whirled above her with a look that was pure confusion, as if Thai realized he was no longer in command of his senses, but just an object being motivated through the stimulus of a super-powerful drug. At that moment, Jeanne almost pitied him, just as she would any dumb animal without control of their senses. He was actually just as helpless as she was with his desperate aphrodisiac inspired lust and trained to obediently follow the commands of his cruel master. She made up her mind. That bastard Andrews was not going to win, no matter what!
She raised her legs and pressed her muscles down hard on the half-wit's pleading prick in a silent vow to bring their dual torment to a rapid climax and determined, above all not to break down or tell Chris of the secret hiding place of the heroin. Her very existence depended on her keeping silent, for she knew that the torture and degradation of sudden withdrawal from the drug would be much worse, and much more terrifying than the fucking she was being forced to endure under the lewd eyes of Dr. Andrews and Chris Dugan.
"Look at that slut fuck!" Chris snarled. "She's enjoying every minute of it." In a rage, he grabbed a long, black whip from the wall, previously used to control the animals, and snapped it through the bars, flailing the stinging tip down on the furiously fucking couple with well placed aims.
The first shot of leather flicked through the air, catching Thai between the legs, and landing at the base of his large bull's balls.
"Oooooooggghh!" Thai screamed out in blind pain, as he rammed his pelvis hard against Jeanne's wide-open twat-gash in an attempt to escape the torturing leather whip. The force of his unexpected forward thrust, plunged his blood-hardened fuck-stick deep into her cunt, ramming it into her up to the hilt. Jeanne gasped momentarily losing her breath as the swollen head of his pecker smashed brutally against her womb with tremendous force, but she gritted her teeth and ground her writhing hips harder up against the moron, determined to take on whatever new tortures were in store for her.
"Fuck her faster," Chris shrilled at them, now gone mad with lust and hate. More than anything else, he wanted to break the stubborn Jeanne Downing's will and have her come crawling to him, begging for mercy. He raised the whip again, bringing the tip of it down on the tender undersides of Thai's huge cum-filled balls.
A blinding pain shot up from betwene his nuts as the whip cruelly hit its target on center for the second time. Tears sprang forth in his eyes, fighting against the torturing sensations that were driving him on to a merciless fucking into the cringing pussy beneath him. He let his heavy body fall on her twisting form, smashing her asscheeks fait against the cushioned floor. Then, with greater rapidity, he lunged and plunged his thick fuck-pole into her cunny, pushing the unresisting moist folds of cunt flesh in rippling waves before its cruel ramming head.
"Faster, you dumb bastard, faster!" Chris Dugan raved, bringing the third stinging blow down on his upraised asscheeks and cutting into the expansive area of flesh until tiny trickles of dark red blood oozed from the wound and ran down the inside of his leg. Thai screamed out in terror. He had never known such extreme physical pain before in his entire life, and his panic stricken mind obediently reacted to the harsh commands of Chris Dugan so that the horrible punishment would stop.
Thai frantically scooted forward, balancing himself on his hands and knees and rammed forward again, driving the bulbous head of his monstrous prick almost through the walls of her pussy.
"Oooooohhhh! Aaaaahhh!" Jeanne screeched through tightly clenched teeth, as the brutal impalement of his whole whang fucked into her twat, building up the pressure and momentum of his thrusts and smashing his balls against her cringing asshole without letup.
Another whistling snap spun over them, this time landing on the peaked rigid nipple of Jeanne's left titty.
"Noooo! Don't!" Jeanne pleaded as the hot flash of excruciating pain flicked on her budded tenderness, transmitting ripples of shock and pain to the other parts of her body.
"Fuck that ass faster, you slut!" Chris screamed at her blindly in the throes of sadistic pleasure, then flicked the merciless whip down on her right titty, laughing out loud as the tender skin cringed and jiggled under the harsh blow.
Jeanne began to wildly fuck her body in rhythm with Thai's silently praying for relief from the torture in her pussy, and bracing herself against another tearing blow from the whip. Her boobies and pussy throbbed in nervous twitches from the shock of the dual torture, but she continued to smash herself into the moron's with seeming abandon, hoping for an end to it all, and at last feeling the total degradation of her mind and body.
Thai's sour breath now came in heaving gasps and sweat covered his entire body as he strained and jerked to please the man behind the whip. The incredible buildup of hormone injections kept his fuck-stick rock hard, but his terror of Chris' whip unconsciously controlled his mind and prevented him from emptying his cum-filled balls into the hot pulsating cunt beneath him. His knees felt like they would give and buckle from under him at any moment but when he paused to rest the hot flicker of the whip would find its mark again so he continued on, driving and lunging his whang into the gaping cunt without cessation.
Dr. Andrews' head reeled at the lewd fuck scene taking place before him, and though he tried desperately to divorce his emotions from his clinical observations, he could not. His body was on fire with lust and desire and there was nothing he could do but stand bake and watch with enviable longing. He turned his head away in disgust at the sight of Chris Dugan, completely consumed and out of control with lust and hate, and walked over to Celia's limply sprawled body that was now loaded with the hormone injection. If she were to be awakened now, he knew she would be almost animalistic and uncontrollable as the chimp-like Thai now fucking her aunt half senseless. He reached down and gently stroked the opening of her pussy with the tips of his fingers. Immediately the soft, hair-lined twat lips twitched in repose, and a soft moan hissed from Celia's lips.
The grunts and groans of torture and lust coming from the cage behind him and the slapping of flesh against flesh intermingled with the indescribable words of obscenity that Chris persisted to shout down at them, pushed Dr. Andrews' frustrations to their limit, leaving no more room for scientific reasoning. He could wait no longer, so he decided to take a chance on the serum and quickly before he could have time to change his mind, he injected a double dose of the blue fluid into his arm. He brushed the sweat from his forehead and shut his eyes, trying to relax the tensed up muscles in his body as he waited for the drug to fully circulate through his pulsating veins.
Within a few minutes, strange sensations of superhuman strength pulsed rhythmically through his entire system, releasing his inhibitions and slowly building up a feeling of powerful lust-incited sex drive in his balls. He wanted to reach down and feel for certain if the hardness of his limp fuck-pole was a reality in fact and not just a mere wishful dream. Slowly opening his eyes and looking hopefully down at his whang, he gasped in surprised delight upon seeing the unmistakable prick bulge pushing against the pressure of his trousers. At long last his dream of virility was coming to pass! His long years of impotence, patience and waiting had paid off the drug was working!
Andrews quickly unsnapped his pants and let them drop to his feet, gazing in wonder at the cock bulge still gradually enlarging beneath the cotton of his underwear. His trembling hands reached delicately beneath the tight elastic band of his shorts and gently lifted it over and off the precious bulging pecker being careful not to disturb its growing length. The sinewy dong immediately sprang forward, hard and erect with its purple veins throbbing with life and vigor.
Andrews gasped in disbelief and wonder at his beautiful, hard erect prick, standing straight out in front of him like a menacing machine gun ready to fire. It twitched and jerked as he hesitantly grazed the tips of his fingers across its bulbous blood-filled head, flushing a deeper red under the stimulation of his own touch. His balls felt like they were on fire and ready to burst at any moment.
A soft whimper rolled from Celia's slightly parted lips as the dawn of consciousness stirred through her limbs, awakening her slowly from the drugged sleep. Her smooth, white, creamy flesh quivered in anticipation and stimulation brought on by the powerful injection, and even though she was not yet fully conscious, her ankles pushed against the hard leather straps as she tried to spread her legs apart to cool the persistent burning deep in her boiling cunt. Another low mewling sounded from between her tongue moistened lips as her eyelashes softly fluttered open to view the long, hard prick staring back at her on the other end of the table.
Dr. Andrews eagerly unstrapped the leather from her ankles and lifted his body onto the table in a clumsy attempt to mount her and plunge his whang into her soft twat passage. Celia's eyes bulged wide with excitement and uncontrolled lust as she suddenly, without warning, threw her legs wide apart, and locked his head between her hot thighs, burying his nose and lips in the wide, open, hair-lined slit of her pussy. The thousand tiny devils were back again building up numberless fires all over her body until nothing remained but one huge unchecked ball of fire, completely possessing her and driving her uncontrolled inhibitions into acts of animal lust.
Celia groaned out loud as the exquisite pressure from his probing tongue expanded and released, playing on the burning bud of her clitty and dancing around the rough, pink edges of her naked cunny. His long firm fingers reached up and grasped the fleshy mounds of her firm, upraised boobies pulling on them until the stretched skin rippled from the stimulating sensations of pain. Celia strained against the straps that pinned her wrists cruelly back over her head, but could not break the tight, restricting bonds. She wanted to reach down and push his torturing tongue deeper into her hot, expanding screw box.
"Give me your cock! I want your prick!" Celia screamed down at him with insane, frustrated rage. "I want your cock! I want it! Oh God, I want your prick!"
Andrews tried with ah his strength to tear his head away from her wildly gyrating cunt but this strength of her thighs, tightly wrapped around his neck kept his face pressed hard into her squirming fuckhole. Her strength was that of an insane woman and in spite of hr desperate, prodding screams for him to give it to her she could not bear to release his flicking tongue from her hot fuck passage for even a moment that it would take him to crawl the length of her naked, squirming body. He groaned out his frustration wetly into her boiling twat and took his revenge by a faster and deeper licking of his fucking tongue that brought greater and even more desperate cries from her open, pleading mouth.
The insane Chris Dugan had stopped his lashing of the still wildly fucking moron and Jeanne Downing in the cage, his concentration interrupted by the tortured and pleading screams of the young girl bound to the table. His pecker throbbed under his pants as his eyes turned on the unbelievable, cuntsucking scene taking place a few feet from where he was standing. The young Celia Downing had gone completely mad, her face contorted with a lust-crazed mask of desire that he had never seen on any women, even the wildest of nymphomaniacs he met frequently in his drug business. Mechanically, he unzipped his pants and advanced on the struggling couple, his lust already sparked almost beyond endurance by watching the proud, haughty Jeanne's body succumbing to the fierce screwing it was receiving from the ape-like moron, thrashing in and out like a wild beast between her legs. Now, Chris Dugan would take his full revenge from the junky whore by planting himself deep in her helpless niece's cunt and later he would torment her with it for as long as she lived by a blow by blow description of how it felt to fuck her sweet, innocent niece. Maybe he could blackmail the young Celia for money-or pussy!
Chris dropped the whip to the floor and walking to the end of the table where her arms were tighly bound in the leather straps released them. He chuckled lewdly to himself as with a deep grunt she dropped them desperately to her gyrating pussy and tangled them tightly into the hair of the hungrily cunt sucking doctor's head, pulling his face deeper into the open slit of her throbbing gash. Goddamn she was going to be a hot fuck, Chris smiled evily, a sudden and more obscene thought coming to his sadistically distorted mind. He would fuck her all right, but he would fuck her where he knew she was still certain to be a virgin, where no one else had fucked her before. The depraved thought of assfucking excited him even more than he had been excited before and he stroked strongly at his already hardened pecker as he watched with lust-filled eyes the girl writhing more violently now beneath Andrews' wet, plunging tongue still tightly trapped in her cunt. Chris' first impulse was to rip him away immediately and throw himself on top of her to satisfy his own growing lusts but he held back for a moment. He could see that she was approaching her climax and he wanted her to have her cum so that her first wild release of her pent-up passions would drain her desires slightly and she would feel her future assfucking humiliation to the fullest.
Celia groaned out her building passion now in a steady, un-ending stream of muffled screams to the fucking tongue of the mouth feasting between her legs. She gave a gasp and then another as his lips closed up over her hard little clitty. She strained her hips up at his mouth, arching her back and gritting her teeth tightly together. Celia wanted to cum, she wanted to reach that magical peak and her entire body and mind strained and bucked to bring on her climax. She revolved her hips in a wide, circular motion, thrusting up at his flickering tongue each time she reached the uppermost position.
"Oh, Christ, don't stop, keep sucking my pussy, don't stop!" she pleaded through her compressed lips. "Eat my pussy, eat my cunt alive!"
With that, the wildly sucking Andrews bit down hard on her clitty, making her scream with a strange sadistic mixture of pleasure and pain. Celia felt as though her whole insides were going to erupt into a fiery inferno of white-hot heat, and then it suddenly exploded.
"Oooooh! Ooooh!" Celia panted desperately. "Go on, keep sucking, don't stop! Please don't stop! Suck my cunt, suck harder!"
And then there was a loud roaring sound resounding through the depths of her tortured brain and she choked throwing her legs out wide in the air, her toes curling and uncurling as the spasmodic shocks of her completion rippled wave-like through her quivering cunt and wildly heaving belly. She screamed again in uninhibited delight and prayed for her cum to keep spurting forever, to never stop for a slightest instant.
And then her climax was over.
Celia's young, and momentarily satisfied cunt quivered and trembled on the table, her cunt mound jerking in dying spasms as the crazed doctor continued his depraved cuntsucking between her limp and collapsed thighs.
Then she could feel, through the dim haze of her after-cum glow, the wet, slippery tongue being jerked from her pussy and heard a whimpering protest drifting through her barely conscious mind.
"No, stop! That cunt is mine!"
A dull thud echoed through the room and then the noise stopped. Hands were crawling over her limp but still gasping nakedness turning her on the table. She didn't resist. Her will power seemed to have been drained out of her with the tremendous orgasm she had just experienced. Strange and thicker lips than before were trailing moist, hot kisses over her smooth, round asscheeks, lighting new and tiny fires of desire that seemed to crawl up underneath her belly and out to the tips of her still throbbing titties. The hands drew the cheeks of her asshoel slowly and gently apart and a hot breath flooded over her asshole. She jerked involuntarily as the warm, soothing air was followed by a hot, wet tongue licking up and down the full length of the ass crack between them. She groaned softly as she felt a sudden strain on the tight, puckered lips of her tiny, virginal shithole. Two thumbs on either side of it were pressing outward exposing it to the new man's gaping view. She felt suddenly obscenely naked with the eyes she knew were there gazing into her pooper that way, but somehow it didn't matter, nothing mattered now but the tiny fires building again deep inside her boobies and cunt.
"Open up your legs," a strange, cold voice commanded from behind her.
Without thinking, Celia obeyed whoever it was and stretched her legs as wide as she could until her toes were hanging down far out over the edges of the padded table.
"Aaaaahhh!" Celia moaned slightly as she felt a finger proding at her open and defenseless shithole. She winced and strained at it and suddenly it entered with a slight pop. It hurt slightly for a moment and then the pain faded, making it feel almost pleasant.
The thick finger roamed around her asshole, expanding it slowly until the full length was buried up to the palm of the hand asscrewing her. Celia moaned again as the pain returned only to fade just as quickly as he began to gently saw it in and out in time to his breath that was now coming in small gasps. Another finger joined the first and the pain was less this time from the opening the other finger created.
Celia clenched her eyes tightly shut and pressed her mouth into the table as she felt him begin to deliberately stretch her shithole. It hurt every time he made a sharp sudden move and his fingernails came into contact with soft, sensitive walls of the inside of her ass but now the fires building in her belly were taking command of her body again. The pain blended into a strange searing need that she could not understand or even want to understand. The only thought in her passion-druged mind was that it was a desire that had to be filled, a flame that had to be quenched, nothing else mattered.
"Oh, please, fuck me," Celia groaned, her head turning to one side so that he could see the flushed tinge of desire registered there. "Fuck my ass!"
Chris' fingers withdrew from her with a slight sucking noise, the rubbery lips of her tight, puckered asshole clinging to them as though they didn't want to let go.
There was a soft, heavy weight pressing down the full length of her body as she felt his thick body crawling on top of her back. Chris' hands hooked under her hips where they joined her thighs and he lifted her.
"Get on all fours," Chris hissed, a growing desperation in his voice.
Obediently Celia got on her knees, aided by his hands and presented the full rounded moons of her asscheeks up to him, white and soft in the dim light of the room. Without thinking, her hands snaked back under wide-spread legs and belly and closed softly around his huge nuts. Chris groaned as she kneaded and stroked at them increasing his desire to fuck and humiliate the young Celia kneeling slave-like before him as he had never wanted to fuck and humiliate a woman in his entire life.
"Stick it in," Chris hissed at her again, confident her sudden unleashed passions would overcome any fear she had of the pain.
Her hand lifted from his balls to his prick.
God, it was unbelievably immense. It was far larger than the fingers that had poked into her ass before and in spite of the drug and the flames licking inside her belly, a sudden twinge of fear rippled through her.
"Stick my cock in, I said," Chris' voice demanded again in a harsher tone this time, his fingers digging cruelly in the full length of the wide-stretched asshole.
Celia tried to buck forward to escape the cruel ungreased fuck-pole that was ready to plunge into her shithole.
Celia moaned and straining her body outwards guided the huge, bulbous cock head toward the wide-spread cleft of her ass until the soft, rubbery tip was pressed tight against the tiny puckered lips of her shithole.
"Oooooooh!" Celia whimpered, trying to pull forward away from him as he pressed ahead and wormed the point hard into the resisting ass opening.
"Aaaaagggh! Jesus!" Celia moaned as she felt the tight, rubbery ring of her shithole being stretched beyond all imagination. But, there was no respite, just a cold, merciless chuckle behind her ass swaying high in the air.
"Ooooooohh! Noooo! Nooooo! You're splitting my ass! You're splitting me!" Chris had suddenly rammed forward with all his strength and the poor, whimpering Celia felt as though a giant ungreased fuck-pole were sliding up the full length of her wide-stretched shithole.
Celia tried to flail forward to escape the cruel fucking of her shithole, but his hands digging into her hips held her tight.
"Oooooh, noooo! Noooo, you're splitting me, you're splitting my ass!"
But there was no mercy. The sadistic Chris Dugan was not going to let her go now, not when for the first time in his life he had a young innocent victim kneeling before him with his rock-hard prick sunk half-way up her asshole. He grinned a lewd, evil grin and rammed forward again with pelvis, at the same time pulling back against the tops of her thighs.
"Oooohhh, Jesus, it's too big! Your prick's too big! I can't take it," Celia cried, wriggling her hips in useless protest. There was no escape from his cruel onslaught, hsi thighs thrusting her thighs forward, his arms held her hips back at his. Celia Downing was helpless and completely at his mercy.
"Move back! Lean back!" Chris was almost shouting as the back of her head pressed in piteous torment tightly into the table.
Celia's mind refused to work. Her whole body was wracked with pain and as if in a hypnotic trance she reached up behind her hips and grasping with both hands, she spread them as wide apart as she could and bucked back against his groin just as Chris thrust forward his prick with all his strength.
"Eeeeggghhh!" Celia screamed down into the table, her eyes almost bulging from her sockets as the final inch of his giant, pulsating prick sunk to the balls deep inside her enormously stretched asshole.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Celia chanted, her voice breaking with the torturous pain.
It was as though her asshole had suddenly become the deep, dark refuge for some huge, black, crawling snake that had slithered up inside her.
Now mewling and wheezing with lust and delight Chris Dugan began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her tortured shithole, the pain easing slightly with each hard, brutal cock thrust.
* * *
And now, in spite of the remaining pain, the wicked and deadly drug Dr. Andrews had injected into her such a short time ago began to take its toll again. A strange, masochistic joy began to reverberate through her and the pain became weirdly delightful. Her body, without her conscious effort began to move backwards to meet the forward thrust of the whang screwing into her. Her body undulated and her asscheeks swayed high in the air behind her in tiny sensuous circles. Her excitement was growing bit by bit and she reached back under her belly and gently cradled his swinging nuts in her hands, massaging and caressing them as though they were precious gems smacking against the still wet gash of her cunt. She turned her head to her side, hoping she could see the body pounding into her but it was impossible.
But, the depraved Chris Dugan fucking into her from behind could look down into her contorted face, her lips drawn tight back over her teeth revealing the effect the lewd fucking of her asshole was having on her. His eyes bulged in obscene satisfaction at the sight of the pink, tight flesh of her asshole drawing back as he withdrew his prick from deep inside her and then disappearing back inside again as he thrust his cock brutally forward. When he had first rammed his dick all the way inside her ass, the pressure against the hardness of his dong had almost been unbearable, but now by rotating his fuck-stick around deep down in her bowels he had stretched it to the point where the soft, senuous walls grasped his pecker right out of his balls when the cum came.
And it was soon cuming!
Chris could feel it building deep down in his nuts as her hands continued to stroke and fondle at him as though she had gone insane. He began to fuck in and out of her ass with long, rapid strokes, battering her quivering asscheeks with his soft, paunchy belly. His hands kneaded her hips and ass, twisting and molding the soft, resilient flesh into weird shapes and forms as he so desired. Strange, animal-like mutterings spewed from his throat and he spat obscenities down at her body as though she were a two-bit slut. His hands raced further over her behind, pulling and stretching the full, round moons of her ass apart until he brough further cries of pain from the open, gaping mouth he could see opening and closing fish-like below him. Her head thrashed from side to side on the padding, her long, silken hair beating the table on either side of her head as she twisted convulsively beneath him. His prick was heavy and weighted with the fantastic load of hot, boiling cum building inside of him.
And then he jetted forth his boiling gism!
"Oooooh! Jesus Christ," Chris groaned, his hands digging at her ass, touching her where the base of his painfully inflated whang entered her shit hole. Celia, kneeling helplessly but uncaring beneath him, could feel his sperm coming. Incoherent vulgarities rolled from her tortured lips.
"Fill my ass with your juice! Shoot your prick juice into me!" Celia shouted into the table padding as her head turned wildly from side to side. She was out of her mind and wanted nothing more than to feel him erupting like a fiery volcano deep up inside her asshole. She wanted it like this, she wanted to be debased, to be destroyed by this giant pecker screwing into her as though she were a piece of dirt. There had never been anything in her entire life that she wanted more than her belly to be filled by his white-hot cum squirting far up inside her hungry, clasping asshole.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" Chris' body jerked behind her and he gasped, choked out another obscenity, gasped again and with one last ass-jarring thrust shattered his hot, lewd sperm in wave after wave into the throbbing depths of her shithole.
"Ooooooggghhh! Oooooooggghhh!" Celia crooned beneath him, her asshole clasping and sucking at his spurting prick like a hungry baby sucking its mother's titty. It lasted a seeming eternity and it wasn't until several minutes later that his slowly deflating whang gave one last soul-rending jerk and sent the last lewd drop of his now depleted cum reeling deep up in her quivering ass. Chris reeled back from her kneeling body and struggled to keep his balance. His eyes were strained and out of focus from the exertion he had just been through and he offered no resistance when a hairy arm shoved him roughly to one side.
Celia had rolled over on her back now and she could dimly see the shaggy creature pushing her limp legs apart and crawling up on the table between his legs and Chris caught just a fleeting glimpse of its enormity as he saw it disappear immediately into the gaping hair-lined pussy between Celia's legs. He waited for her scream as he saw the monstrous balls of the moron suddenly hit bottom and smack heavily into the wide-spread crack of her cunt.
But he heard none!
Chris heard a slight muffled groan from the slender body covered completely by the thick ape-like creature and then her long, lithe legs snaking out in the air on either side of his already furiously fucking body and clamping back tight around his driving hips, pulling him deep inside her pussy. Her ankles locked tightly together high up on his back, her arms pressing his head and lips down on her face. Celia grunted once and he saw her tongue slip up from her open panting lips and bury itself deep in the moron's mouth.
There was another loud noise in the room and Chris turned to the cage. Dr. Andrews had obviously opened the door, chased Thai out and was now busily screwing his prick in and out of the squirming cunt of Jeanne Downing, Celia's aunt. Chris Dugan started to get dressed and leave, but decided against it. He wanted another fuck session with Celia or Jeanne. Maybe he could fuck both of them!
CHAPTER TEN
Minnie Swartz lifted the mattress and felt along the box springs. Nothing there! Damn, she'd been searching Jeanne Downing's room for the past hour and a half and hadn't found the drugs yet. If she were to redeem herself with Andrews, this was her greatest opportunity.
The ring of the telephone interrupted her search. At first she was going to ignore it, but changed her mind. It could be something important. She scurried down the long stairway and into Dr. Andrews office to answer the phone before the party on the other side of the line had a chance to hang up.
"Hello, Downdale Sanitarium," Minnie panted, trying to catch her breath.
"Hi," replied a mild masculine voice. "This is Henry Potter, is Jeanne there?"
"Oh, Mr. Potter," Minnie answered, a slight tremor in her voice. "No sir, she's not. She and Celia went away on a trip, but don't know exactly where!"
"That's odd," Henry Potter said. "She was supposed to call me several days ago. I'm in Downsville now, and Celia's boyfried, Jeff Montgomery, is here with me. He's quite anxious to hear how Celia is getting along. Do you suppose I could talk to Dr. Andrews?"
"Why, ah-y-yes sir. Hold on. He's down in the basement. I'll have to go get him."
Minnie pushed the hold button and made her way quickly down to the lab, a mixture of panic and confusion ringing in her ears. She knew Dr. Andrews would not want Potter or anyone else snooping around Downsdale right now, and would leave it up to him to elaborate on the lie she had started to cover Jeanne's and Celia's strange disappearance.
The lab door was locked so she used the master key to let herself in and made her way to the back of the room. She was startled to hear strange animal grunts and moans coming from the animal section and tiptoed with caution to investigate what could possibly be going on.
The lewd scene that met her eyes as she peered around the corner took her breath away. Ugly, hairy, nude masculine bodies were ripping and fucking away at the two helpless females from every possible angle, with their large purple cocks attacking the sensual points of their bodies as she stood riveted to the spot and opened her mouth in a silent scream of protest, but she remained unnoticed, and the wild fuck orgy continued undisturbed.
Minnie ducked back around the corner and away from their view, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. Her hands twitched in nervous spasms and huge tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes as the shock gradually subsided in her body. She had to think of some way to rescue Celia and to destroy Dr. Andrews for she hated him so much now that her own welfare no longer mattered. Her mind raced with thoughts of a possible solution, but soon she realized in despair that she would not be able to successfully help Celia escape without the aid of others.
By the time she had reached the office she knew what she would have to do, there was no other choice. She picked up the phone with trembling hands and paused a moment to regain some semblance of composure, then pressed down on the flashing hold button.
"Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, Minnie," he answered with a note of concern in his voice. "Is something wrong, you sound upset?"
"I-It's about Celia and Jeanne. I have to talk to you, but not here."
"What do you mean?" he asked, with growing astonishment. "Is something wrong? What is it, Minnie?"
"I can meet you in half an hour at the Downsville Hotel. P-Please don't argue. I can't talk now."
Minnie steered her Datsun into the graveled parking lot just as Henry Potter was getting out of his car. He was with a young, handsome man and when they saw her pull up, they both rushed over to the car to meet her.
"Now what's this all about," Henry Potter demanded. "Has something happened to Celia or Jeanne?"
"Let's go to the bar," Minnie said. The hot sun burned at her eyes, still swollen from crying and she knew she would have to have a stiff drink to gather up the courage to tell the tale of horror and of what she had just witnessed.
Henry Potter ordered a round of drinks and waited patiently for Minnie to begin, while the young man, Jeff Montgomery, sat nervously on the edge of his seat, silently observing her with anxious anticipation. When the drinks were served, Minnie grabbed her glass and gulped down the burning whiskey as if it were ice water, then, in a low voice, began the story at the beginning, starting with the chimp experiments. She knew that if she did not tell them all the facts, they would never believe the horrible incidents that were now taking place at Downdale.
As she spoke, she could see the expression on their faces change from shocked disbelief to anger, and when she got to the part about Celia entrapped in the cage, Jeff suddenly shoved his chair away from the table and ran for the door. Henry Potter hurried after him, and finally caught up with him in the parking lot.
"Wait Jeff," he commanded. The situation was so grave that he didn't want Jeff involved at all, if possible. He was too upset to be of any use. He moved in front of Jeff blocking his way to the door of the car.
"Get out of my way," Jeff shouted, his eyes burning with rage.
"Not until you calm down. You're not going to be of any help the way you are right now."
"We have to get her out of that evil den right now," Jeff said, shoving him aside. "Just how can you be so calm? Don't you care what's happening to Celia?"
Potter grabbed his arm and spoke in a cold, determined voice. "I care, about both of them. But I won't be able to help them with you storming in there and tearing up the place. You could get them both killed!"
Jeff slumped reluctantly against the car, realizing that Henry Potter was right. "What can I do?" he asked in a low voice.
"Here's a dime. Call the Chief of Police, his name is Mangan, I've known him for a long time. Tell him briefly what's going on, and to meet us with some of his men at the entrance gate to the Sanitarium. I'll have Minnie go ahead and unlock the gate, and we'll be ready for them by the time they get there." Henry paused, seeing that Jeff was on the verge of a breakdown. "Hold on, Jeff, control yourself. Try to keep a cool head. With any luck, we'll have them out of that crazy house in no time."
Potter went back to the bar, and brough another drink over to the table where Minnie was still waiting, nervously sucking on the ice at the bottom of her drained glass. He set a fresh drink down in front of her and pulled an envelope from his coat pocket, placing it on the table in front of her.
"All right, Minnie, I want you to sketch me a rough layout of the grounds around Downdale Sanitarium and the interior of the lab. And while you're at it, tell me the rest of the story before Jeff Montgomery gets back. We've got very little time to loose.
* * *
Dr. Martin Phelps stepped quietly into Room 210 and nodded to the nurse on duty, then studied the chart at the foot of the bed. His eyes expertly scanned the cold medical facts that were listed on the paper giving him the current status of Celia Downing's condition. When he had finished, he set down the chart and studied the beautiful young girl sleeping on the bed before him. The chart had no special entry to list the personal tragedy caused by the unthinkable tortures and degradation that the girl had gone through, he thought. He remembered when they had brough her in the emergency ward a week before, and the shock and anger that he felt when examining her body. At that time the girl had been semi-conscious and physically battered to within an inch of her life, but now after his treatment of prolonged sedation and undisturbed rest, a tinge of color had slowly returned to her cheeks and her breathing appeared to be normal.
Martin Phelps stepped to one side of the bed and gently pushed back the plastic name tag attached loosely to her wrist, counting the seconds from his watch to the beat of her pulse. When he glanced back again to his patient, he was mildly surprised to see her looking back at him with sleepy eyes.
"Well, Miss Downing," Martin said with a smile. "Have you enjoyed your rest?"
"Where am I?" Celia asked, looking around the room, trying to find an object which she could identify with. The room had the unmistakable, sterile look of a hospital room, but the doctor and nurse were total strangers.
"You're at Downsville General Hospital," the doctor said, "and you've been here for a week, young lady. How do you feel?"
"I-I'm rather hungry. Do you suppose I could have something to eat?"
"Well, now, I guess that answers my question, doesn't it?" he said, smiling over to the nurse. "Nurse Thomas, here will bring you a snack, and if you feel up to it later, there's a visitor outside that's been quite anxious to talk to you."
An hour later, Celia sat relaxed against her proped-up pillow and greeted Henry Potter with a smile as he stepped into her room. The afternoon sun streaked down through the Venetian blinds and onto her shiny black hair, now freshly brushed and tied back with a thin red ribbon.
"You're looking your beautiful self again, Celia," Henry said, leaning over and brushing his lips against her forehead.
"Thank you, Mr. Potter," she replied. "I do feel better, considering what happened...." Her sentence hung suspended as the thoughts of the horrible nightmare reached her conscious mind.
"Don't think about what happened Celia," Henry interrupted gently, "all that's over with, and believe me with the charges slapped against Andrews and Dugan, I doubt that they'll ever breath air outside of prison again."
Celia breathed an audible sigh of relief, then listened to him without interrupting as he told her the rest of the story.
"It was Minnie who is really responsible for leading the police to the lab that day. Because of her cooperation they were able to catch both Andrews and Dugan before they had any warning or a chance to escape. Minnie's in jail now because of her prior involvement, but I'm doing everything I can to see that she gets an even break. I promised her, and I think I'll be able to help her, but I'm not sure right now how much I can do for Jeanne."
"Is Aunt Jeanne all right?" Celia asked.
"Yes, she's okay now. She's just a few doors down from your room. Up until a couple of days ago, though, she was in a deep coma, brought on by a combination of drugs that had been injected in her body. Funny, at the peak of the coma, all she kept raving about was a glass vase, but when I asked her about it later, she said she couldn't imagine what the significance could be, could you?"
"No, not at all," Celia said. "I saw very little of Jeanne while I was at Downdale."
"Nevertheless, according to Minnie she had a deep involvement in the strange goings on around there. I'm afraid she'll be held as an accomplice unless she can prove otherwise."
The nurse interrupted their conversation and stepped into the room. "There's call for you downstairs, Mr. Potter. It's Chief Mangan and he says it's important."
Potter nodded to the nurse and turned back to Celia. "I have to go now, but in case you're interested, there's another visitor waiting to see you outside. He's been standing by your door like a guard ever since they first brough you in, and now he wants to see how his girl is doing."
"Jeff? Oh, no, I can't see him," she sobbed. "Does he know?"
"He knows you've been hurt, that's all, and now he wants to see you."
"Yes. I guess it's about time that I stopped thinking so much about my own feelings, and start thinking about those who still care for me," Celia responded with a new-found tone of maturity in her voice. "Thank you, Mr. Potter," she said, extending her hand, "tell the nurse I'm ready to see Jeff now."
Jeanne Downing pulled at the edge of the bedsheet nervously, while Potter talked to her in a lowered voice.
"I just talked to Mangan on the phone, and I'm afraid you're in a lot more trouble than you think. Thai has just died from the overdose of a drug given to him with your knowledge."
"Thai, dead?" Jeanne said incredulously. "But I didn't knwo there was any danger in Andrews' experiments."
"Well, that's something we'll have to prove. There's one chance for a light sentence. Mangan wants to know if you're willing to testify as a witness against Andrews?"
"Yes, I certainly will. I had no idea that Thai was in any kind of danger."
"All right, Jeanne. I'll do what I can for you, but first you've got to prove to me and the courts that you are willing to voluntarily commit yourself for drug addiction treatment."
"When?" Jeanne asked, trying to conceal the panic mounting in her drug-starved body.
"As soon as possible. The doctor says he can release you in a few days, and if you are willing to sign yourself in, I can get you a room at a private clinic. Well, what do you say?"
Jeanne shrugged her shoulders in reluctant acceptance. "All right, I'll go, but before I do, there a few small things I'll have to pick up at Downdale. Is that all right with you?"
"Perfectly all right," Henry answered, standing up to leave the room. "Oh, by the way Mangan also told me he found pounds of uncut heroin in your room under some bath salts. Do you know how it got there?"
"No." Jeanne said lowering her eyes, trying to hide her great disappointment. To hell with it, she'd escape to New York where there was plenty of drugs to be had. No two-bit lawyer and police chief could hold Jeanne Downing! She'd show them!
