Pamela Walker tried her best to sleep. She closed her eyes and tried breathing slowly, evenly; she even tried counting sheep. It was impossible, no matter what the bus company's ads said. There just wasn't any place to stretch out and a girl with legs as long as Pam needed stretching room. She could ge t com fort able, but she couldn't stay comfortable. And when she did manage to drift off for a few minutes, she woke up with a start, sweating, with a horrible cramp in the back of her neck. She'd been traveling across country on the same bus for two nights running and she was so tired she didn't think she could bear it. The combination of being forced to sit in one position for so long and the lack of sleep made her whole body feel irritated, the inside of her skull feel raw and chafed.
Still, she told herself for the thousandth time, it was going to be worth it to see the surprise on her Mom's face when she showed up a whole day early. She figured that at age eighteen it was time that she did something on her own and this little two-thousand mile jaunt was certainly on her own. Her Mom had sent the money for her to fly to Las Vegas where they usually met during her semester break from school, but Pam hadn't used it. She'd taken her last two final exams early so she could sneak on a bus and see the country ... as well as catch her Mom by surprise.
The cross country bus trip wasn't the educational experience Pam had thought it would be. In a way, the fact that she thought she could "grow" from it was symptomatic of her biggest problem: she was horribly naive. It was understandable, though, given her background. Ever since she was old enough to walk and feed herself, her Mom had kept her penned up in expensive boarding schools. Pam knew nothing of the real world, but she was learning. In the last two days she'd discovered that there is very little one can learn about Life from sitting in an uncomfortable seat and watching it creep by at fifty-five miles an hour. Still, it was her decision and that alone was a milestone of sorts.
When she'd planned the trip, she had this romantic ideal in her mind; it all had to do with growing up, with graduating from the Glastonbury Girls' Academy, being accepted at Radcliff, and "finding herself." Unfortunately, the most romantic thing that had happened to her during her odyssey was some middle aged drunk trying to pick her up at a Howard Johnson's the bus stopped at in Olathe, Kansas.
It was hard for Pam to realize that she was suddenly becoming attractive to men. In her early teens, she'd fretted so about her appearance, about her being gangly, her complexion, her slight overbite; not that there were many men around the schools she lived at to notice one way or another. Then, about two years before, she'd begun to fill out. Her breasts had turned into curvaceous upthrusting cones, her buttocks into saucy round hummocks, and her legs had remained as long and slender as ever. She had always had a pretty, ail-American sort of face and silky, straight blonde hair, and once she lost a bit of the babyfat on her cheeks, she was surprised to discover that she was really attractive. It was only her shyness and sheltered life that kept the wolves from beating down her door .. . and even that was proving less and less of an impediment to them. Men had begun to hit up on her regularly and in public, complete strangers. She was still innocent enough to be more embarrassed than flattered by their attentions, but the margin was growing slimmer daily.
More than anything, Pam wanted to grow up, to discover who she was and where she was going. In typical teenage fashion, she wanted it all to happen immediately. Her situation was more complicated than the ones most young people face, however. The cloistered life she'd led prepared her to deal with the world on very limited terms, in a classroom, in a dormitory, and that was the only context she knew herself in. Even more disconcerting was her ignorance about her father and mother. Her Mom had told her that her father had been killed in an airplance crash when she was just a tiny baby, that he'd been a real estate broker in Los Angeles. That, plus an old photo or two, was all she knew of him.
Mom was just as much of a mystery. Though in her late thirties, she was a remarkably well preserved woman. She didn't look a day over thirty. People were always amazed that she was Pam's mother; they said the two looked more like sisters. Mom had never neglected her. She'd come back east to visit her often and saw to it that the two of them got together at least twice a year for a week at an expensive resort somewhere. She kept Pam out of her business life and her personal life, too. Whatever she did in Northern Nevada was kept her personal secret. All Pam knew was that her Mom supposedly ran a health spa in the desert called the Golden Venus. She had never been there, never even seen a picture of the place. She did know that the place had to turn a huge profit because she knew how much it cost for her to go to private school.
The relationship between Pam and her Mom was a very good one, despite the distance between them and the time they spent apart. The two had an "understanding" about the way things had to be, though at times when Pam was younger, being without her mother was hard to bear. Mom was a very forceful woman and was quite capable of running her daughter's life .. . down to the color of pajamas she was allowed to wear. .. from long distance.
Though Pam hadn't thought about it in those terms, this bus trip was her first real rebellion against her mother's authority. Perhaps, deep down, she knew what she was doing was almost sacrilegious by intruding on her Mom's business life, but on the surface she looked at it as a lark, a fun thing.
The desert at night, in her opinion, was possibly the most boring thing to look at in the world. She could only see about ten feet off the edge of the highway and then only grayish looking clumps of sagebrush. She found herself looking more at the reflection on the inside of the window than what , was going on outside. She could see her face in it and she could see the face of the little old lady sitting next to her. The frail-looking woman was sound asleep, and not only that, snoring like a lumberjack!
Pam thought about giving the woman a nudge of her elbow to make her stop the awful, grating noise, but she was afraid that the woman would wake up and start talking to her again. The last thing she wanted was more of that kind of conversation. All the old woman could think about was illness, surgery and death. And her thoughts were on a tape loop that played continuously. Pam had pretended to fall asleep herself after the fourth time she'd been forced to listen to the story of so and so's gall bladder.
There was only one thing that the girl really could concentrate strongly enough on to block out the snoring and it was something she'd tortured herself with for the last eighteen hundred miles. She'd seen something at the graduation party at Glastonbury, something that had disturbed her a great deal.
The party had pretty well been finished, all the food had been consumed, and there were only a few teenagers-left in the school auditorium. The graduation dance was one of the few times that the girls of Glastonbury got to mingle with members of the opposite sex. In this case, the boys were from another private school, equally exclusive, of course, from a few miles away. At any rate, the remaining couples were dancing sluggishly and the four piece band was plodding along, thinking about the long drive back to New York City. Pam had been on the party committee . . . Mom was very big on "participation" . . . and was taking a breather from her serving duties. It should be noted that her "participation" made it next to impossible for her to become attached to any one boy. She stepped outside for a breath of the Connecticut night air.
She was walking down along the flagstone path that ran beside the ivy-covered, red brick auditorium building when she saw something strange. A bush beside the path rustled violently and there was a soft whispering noise. Pam froze in her tracks, her first thought was that there was some wild animal mucking about, as the school bordered on a wood. But when the rustling and whispering continued and no animal appeared, she drew up her courage and investigated, bending down and peering in under the limbs of the shrub.
What she saw there was instantly bumed into her tender young brain. It was a boy from the other school and he was on his knees and elbows in the dirt under the bush. He had his trousers and underwear pulled down around his ankles and his naked bottom was moving up and down at a frantic pace. Under his obscenely exposed buttocks, she could see the soft pink sack of his scrotum, the fringe of downy hairs around it and the gleaming length of his alarmingly erect cock. Laying on her back under the wildly rutting boy, with her legs widely splayed and her panties hanging about one ankle was a girl in Pam's grade. The boy's thick cock was darting in and out of the girl's glistening vagina, making the soft petals of her labia puff in and out.
"Come on!" the boy whispered urgently. "Move your ass! Fuck me! Fuck!"
"Ohhh!" the girl groaned, shifting her bare bottom in the dirt.
"Up and down! Do it!" he hissed, his groin slamming into hers so hard that it made his swollen testicles jounce and bobble crazily against his thighs.
"OOHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned louder, flipping her buns up, driving her pussy down over the rigid shaft.
"Yes!!" the boy cried softly, hunching harder.
Pam stood there spellbound, watching the thick penis piston into the girl's juicy cunt, listening to the sounds the two of them were making. Her own heart was pounding up under her chin and there was an odd tingling sensation at her nipples and between her legs.
"Now, baby, now!" the boy whined, his body suddenly stiffening, his buttocks clenching, driving his penis into her pussy to the root and holding it there.
"OOHHH! AHHHHHH!", you're doing it in me!" the girl wailed. If she sounded horrified, her actions belied her words. She threw her legs about the boy's back and pulled him even deeper into her, thumping her heels on his firm bare ass.
Pam knew what was happening. She knew that the boy was orgasming, shooting his semen into the girl's pussy. The thought of that boiling hot fluid belching into her made her knees go to rubber and her head spin. She didn't budge from her vantage point, though. She stayed rooted to the spot and watched as the delirious pair thrashed out the last flickers of their ecstasy.
The energetic boy pulled back, grunting as his cock slipped out of the ovalled mouth of the girl's cunt. It was still hard as a stick and as it withdrew, it undamned a torrent of backed up sperm which came rushing out between the puffy pink lips rushing out in a white river that slipped over the girl's naked buttocks.
Pam was mesmerized by the sight of the shining cock and the yawning, just-fucked pussy.
"Hey! What're you looking at?!!!" the boy said looking back and catching her in the act of spying them.
Her heart trilled in her ears. She opened her mouth but no words came out.
"Oh, no!" the girl cried, quickly pulling her skirt down, covering her lewdly exposed genitalia.
"Hey, it's all right," the boy said, reaching down, wrapping his fingers about his own flexing cock, sliding his fist over the rigid length of it. 'Maybe she just wants a little of this, too. Come on, baby, crawl in under here. Let me show you how it's done."
Pam could feel her face flushing with embarrassment.
"Come on," he said, reaching out with his other hand and touching her on the ankle. "I'll fuck you, too."
At the feel of his fingers closing around her leg, Pam panicked. She kicked out with all her strength, surprising the hell out of the boy, knocking his hand away, then sprinted back for the auditorium as fast as she could run.
That was what had happened in real life. What she had fantasized about for the last two days was something entirely different. She had been torturing herself with the idea of what would've happened if she hadn't run away, what if she'd crawled in under the bush and laid down on her back and let the boy do what he wanted to her. It was torture because each time she thought about the deliciously wicked possibilities; she got those exciting tingles at her nipples and at the entrance to her pussy.
Cloistered existence or not, Pam knew something about masturbation. She knew that whenever she did it, it made her feel dirty and guilty, that the feeling better part didn't last long. She had kept herself from doing it for two days, but the combination of her tiredness and boredom and the recurring fantasy were too much for her. She needed some kind of release from the tension she felt.
Maybe it'll make me sleep, she thought, trying to rationalize the act of self abuse she was about to commit. She took a quick look around the bus to make sure no one was watching. It appeared that everyone but her was asleep. She pulled her coat down over herself so that it covered her from neck to shins and then reached in under her skirt.
As she touched the silky smooth inside of her thighs, she imagined that it wasn't her hand touching her, but the hand of the boy under the bush. She could almost hear his sudden intake of breath as he felt the tingling mound of her parity-en cased pussy, as he felt the sticky wetness seeping through the narrow crotchband.
She shivered under the coat. Yes, she was so hot that was all gooey between her legs, so hot that chills were racing up and down her spine. She wanted that big cock of his to be pushing up inside her, to be sliding in and out, to be fucking her.
Her fingers slid in under the leg hole of the acetate bikinis, sliding over the soft, downy fuzz of her pubic hair. She had hardly any fur at all down there and the lips of her pussy were baby soft and very puffy. She imagined that it was his fingers peeling her labia apart, opening her entire vagina up for the screwing to come. And when she slid her index finger down into the juicy gulley, down over the oily marble of her clitoris, it was neither his finger nor hers that was doing the touching; it was his cock.
Waves of pure ecstacy shot up over her stomach and down her thighs as she twiddled with her sensitive clit. She threw her thighs wide apart, stuffing her finger deeper, shoving up into the narrow channel of her virginal cunt.
She could feel his weight coming down on her belly, feel the pressure of his cockhead as it drove relentlessly up into her soft, velvety folds. Then he was doing it, making his penis glide in and out of her pussy and he was talking to her, too, babbling the same obscene commands to her as he had to the other girl.
"Fuck! Fuck!" he whispered to her, his groin bashing into hers, his cock stabbing deep into her belly, his balls slapping lasciviously against her bare buttocks.
Pam started to move her hips, letting them ride up into his brutal lunges, hurrying the moment when he was in her to the hairs, when the broad root of his cock was tearing at the mouth of her pussy, stretching it.
"Come on, you little slut!" he wheezed into her face. "Fuck me harder!"
She obeyed instantly, jerking her hips faster, reveling in the way her cunt had yielded to his pounding shaft, in the flickering ripples of joy that coursed over her body as his prick slid in and out of her. She was giving herself to him totally and it was marvelous! She was doing it in the dirt tike some wanton little tramp and she obviously loved it!
"Now squeeze my balls, go on!" he moaned, excitedly, rolling his ass, making the head of his cock do wild figure eights over the slippery drapery of her pussy.
Pam reached in under her own vigorously churning bottom and caught the heavy orbs in her palm. The sack was dripping with her own hot slick lubricant and as she gave them a little squeeze, the twin balls shifted, sliding over each other.
"Harder!" he croaked, his cock a hard-driving blur battering the back of her tight little cunt.
She squashed his balls, milking them passionately.
"OH!" he gasped, going rigid, then going for broke, humping on her like a sex-crazed maniac.
Pam whimpered as she felt the first spritz of cum shoot into her pussy. She could actually feel it spraying over her insides and the feel of it washing her folds sent her right over the brink into orgasm.
Under the concealing coat, Pam's index finger darted in and out of her sticky wet pussy, rubbing frantically over her hard clitoris, making the glorious sensations blossom and explode. She sank her teeth into her lower lip to keep from crying out as her ecstacy peaked, as skyrockets zoomed between her ears, as her pussy commenced to squeeze and flutter about the masturbating digit.
"Zzzzznuk! ZZZZZZNUKKK!" said the little old lady next to her, stirring in her sleep from the rhythmic jostling of Pam's hips against the frame of the paired seats.
Pam was too far gone to care whether or not she woke up the woman. She continued to rub her clitoris until the last crazy tingle faded. She withdrew her finger, permitting self slump back into the seat.
It was so delicious, she thought closing her eyes, wallowing in the aftermath of her climax. Why did something that felt that good have to make her feel so bad, so guilty? Part of her really wished that she'd given herself to the boy under the bush, just so she'd know whether or not the "real thing" would make her feel bad afterwards. Of course, if Mom ever found out, she'd throw the biggest fit in history. Pam was still her little girl and little girls weren't supposed to know about sex.
Pam opened her eyes and stared past her own reflection in the glass. The bus roared past a little roadside grocery and liquor store. There was only one car in the lot out front. It was a beat up Chevrolet coupe. The clock on the green and red neon sign on the front of the place read nine-fifteen.
Then Pam was staring at sagebrush and rocks again. Nine fifteen, she thought. I'll be home soon, Mom. Really home. She closed her eyes and snuggled up under her coat and was quickly sound asleep ... at last.
Chapter Two
Shoo, Tom and Willy sat in the beat up Chevy in the roadside liquor store's tiny dirt parking lot. All three of the young men sported closely cropped, military style haircuts, which was understandable since they were all A.W.O.L. servicemen from a Marine base in Southern California. They tried to cover their nakedness with huge, broad-brimmed cowboy hats, but their lack of sideburns and the "whitewalls," or pale skin around the tops of their ears, gave them away. The rest of their clothes were also Western, right down to the hand tooled cowboy boots. They'd stolen the garments at gunpoint from a saddler store in Brawley as the fled East.
The trio didn't really have any concrete plans about what they were going to do and where they were going to do it. They just wanted to raise some hell and get as far away from the Marines as possible. Each of them considered himself a "dangerous" man, despite the inability to cope with the rigors of boot camp. Each of them wanted to prove to the others just how "dangerous" he was.
"Man, we got to do something, if we're going to do it!" Tom said from the back, sticking his head over the front seat between the two other young men. He was the stockiest of the three, of Italian descent and his complexion was swarthy, his hair dark, and his features thick and sensual. He had exceedingly thick Hps, almost petulant, and a square block of a chin. "That old guy's going to know that something weird is up. We've been sitting out here too damn long!"
"You're paranoid, man," Shoo said. He was the one behind the wheel. He was also the biggest of the three, a great mountain of a man with the brain of a teenager. It had been his idea to go A.W.O.L., he had goaded the others into it. He was the only one of the bunch who'd ever really been in serious trouble before ... it was that trouble, a bar room brawl in West Texas, that got him into the Marines. The judge told him he could either go to jail for nine months on an assault rap or he could "be a man." Shoo made the obvious choice. But the Marines didn't agree with him and he knew he had to bust out or he was going to flip out. He peered at the front door of the small, tar papered building, squinting his tiny dark eyes. In another couple of years all the meat on his face would begin to sag, would hang down in huge jowls, if he lived that long. "That old fart don't know nothing," he said, smirking. "We could just be out here deciding what kind of beer we're gonna drink tonight."
"Yeah, man, lighten up!" Willy said. He was skinny, but strong, a wiry little dude. And he always took Shoo's side in everything. His most prominent feature was his nose, which was a real hooked beauty.
"All I'm saying is that if we're going to hit this place, let's do it," Tom said, impatiently. "And if we aren't, let's move on down the road and look for someplace else."
"You're really hot to kick some ass, aren't you?" Shoo said, with a grin to Willy. "Maybe you'd like to go in and handle it all by yourself?"
"Gimme the fucking gun!" Tom said, his back coming up at once at the implication that he might be "chicken" to hold up the store alone.
Willy looked at Shoo who nodded. The skinny one opened the glove compartment and took from it a huge, bluesteel service pistol, a .45 caliber Colt Automatic. He handed it over the seat to Tom.
"If that old bastard gives me any carap," Tom said, grimly, releasing the pistol's safety and cocking it, sliding a live round under the hammer, "I'll blow his brains out the back door."
"Listen to the guy!" Shoo said, merrily. "A real mother."
"Are you guys going to move or do I have to climb out over you?" Tom said, waving at them with the gun.
Willy waited for Shoo's OK, then opened his door and got out. As Tom slipped out of the back seat, Shoo turned the Chevy's ignition, starting the engine. Then the big man got out, too.
"Are you dudes going to watch or what?" Tom said, concealing the gun under his levi jacket.
"Don't get to thinking that you're hot man," Shoo warned him, "just because you got the piece. I can take it away from you and stick it where the sun don't shine so fast that it'll make your head spin."
"Let's go!" Willy said, looking around anxiously. "Somebody could pull in the lot while we're dicking around out here. We got the place to ourselves now. Let's go!"
The three young men casually walked up to the wooden porch of the store and sauntered in through the open door. It was a junky place. The shelves looked like they were all thirty years old; they sagged from the weight of the dusty bottles that lined them. The floor was wooden, made of wide, well-worn planks.
"Evening," the sunbrowned old man behind the cash register said. He was sitting on a chair with his feet propped up on the counter. The heels of his cowboy boots were very round.
Shoo grunted at him and walked over to the magazine rack. He picked up a copy of a girlie magazine and started thumbing through it. Willy was right on the big man's heels. He picked up another copy of the same publication and mimicked his idol's action.
"You got any Chivas?" Tom said, stepping belly up to the counter.
"Sure do," the old man said, pushing up from his seat. He turned his back to Tom and reached up to a shelf directly behind the register.
Tom whipped the gun out and leaned forward over the counter, jamming the cold muzzle against the back of the man's neck.
"What do you want?" the store owner croaked. The bottle of expensive scotch slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a crash.
"Don't sweat it, pop," Tom said, through clenched teeth. "Don't sweat the nickel and dime."
"Daddy?! Are you all right?" said a female voice from the back of the store.
The three men shot worried looks at each other.
"Go on, take the money!" the old man said.
"The register's open. Take it and go."
Shoo shook his head, raising his finger to his lips for silence.
"Daddy?" said the voice again. A woman appeared in the doorway to the storeroom or living quarters located behind the back wall. She looked about forty and she was very fat. She was wearing a gauzy, flower print dress and her hair was dyed a hideous shade of red. The woman took one look at the gun in Tom's hand and whirled around, intending to flee.
"No, you don't!" Shoo said, catching her by the plump arm and hauling her back.
"Let me go!" she cried, twisting and trying to scratch Shoo's face and hands.
"Leave her alone, for God's sake!" her father moaned. "Take the money, but don't hurt her!"
"Shut up! Both of you!" Shoo snarled, shoving the woman back against the wall. "If either of you make another sound, the old fart's head is going to come off at the shoulders, understand?"
Neither of them made a peep.
"Shut that door, man," Shoo said. "And put out the closed sign."
"What're we gonna do, man?" Willy asked, his voice quavering with excitement as he hurried to obey.
"First, we're going to see how much money's in this register," the big man said, stepping around behind the counter and sliding out the cash drawer. He made a snorting, disgusted noise as he looked at its contents. 'There's only about fifty bucks here," he said.
"Damn it!" Tom said, grinding the barrel into the back of the old man's head.
"Where you got the rest stashed away?" Shoo asked.
"That's all of it," the old man said. "Take it."
Shoo shook "his head. "Maybe, maybe not," he said. "I think I'll ask the broad."
The woman cringed as he walked over to her. He put one hand against the wall, trapping her, then reached out with the other and grabbed hold of the big soft pillow of her left breast, giving it a hard squeeze.
"Nooo!" she wailed, trying frantically to remove his lewdly clutching fingers.
"Wow!" Willy gasped, leaning in close to watch the way Shoo was massaging the woman's tit.
"Stop it!" the old man cried, miserably. "Leave her alone! You don't want her. I'll tell you where I keep the rest of the money. Anything, just leave her alone!"
Shoo turned and looked at the old man, keeping his hand right where it was. "Maybe she don't want me to stop?" he said, squashing her breast so hard that it threatened to come popping uul of the top of her dress. It flattened out in a huge full moon of silky white.
"Stop! Stop!!" the woman wailed, tearfully.
Shoo let go of her. He leaned right up against her, pinning her buttocks to the wall, pushing his crotch right into her pusy. "You're a pig, lady, but you got nice tits," he breathed into her face.
"It's in the refrigerated case!" the old man cried, desperately. "Behind the Bud!"
Willy opened the sliding glass doors and started pulling out six packs of beer. Behind the last six pack he found a small metal box with a cheap lock on it.
"Here you go!" the skinny one said, proudly dropping the cash box on the counter.
"Break it open," Shoo said, lewdly hunching his hips into the sobbing woman's body.
Willy picked up a brick from the floor. It was sitting on top of a pile of newspapers, keeping them from blowing around. He smashed the lock off the hasp with one blow and threw the box's lid open.
"Fat City!" he shouted, dumping the contents over the counter. "There must be ten grand here!"
Tom looked over his shoulder at the pile of greenbacks, then at Shoo. The big man was dry humping the trembling woman, rubbing his cock into her crotch. "We got it. man!" he said. "Now let's tie these turkeys up and get the hell out of here!"
Shoo grunted, turning to face the others. There was a crazy look in his eyes and his lower lip glistened with a trace of slobber. "Tie up the old man," he said, thickly. "I got plans for this broad. Big plans."
"No, please! Please stop it!" she whined pathetically.
"What're we going to do to her. man?" Willy said, removing his belt to bind the old man with.
"What do you think?" Shoo said, looking right into the woman's eyes.
"Animals!" the old man cried, suddenly putting up a fight as he felt the belt slip over his hands. "I'll kill you goddam animals!!"
"'You ain't gonna do nothin," Tom said, swinging the heavy gun down on top of the sunbrowned skull. It connected with a hollow. , thunking sound and the old man slumped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
"Daddy!" the woman bleated.
"Shut up and kiss me, you fat old whore," Shoo groaned, jamming his open mouth down on hers.
"No! NOOOOO!!" she wailed, twisting her mouth out from under the squirming tip of his tongue.
"Are you really serious?" Tom said in disbelief.
"What's the matter, are you chicken, man?"
Shoo said, evilly, grabbing the woman's wrists and twisting them together so he could hold them trapped in one huge hand. Tom frowned. "Fuck, no!" he said.
"Then get over here and help me with this broad!" Shoo said, jerking her away from the wall.
"Nooooo!!" she howled as she was spun around like a little doll.
"What do you want me to do?" Tom said, tucking the gun into his waistband. He could see that whatever it was that Shoo had in mind, it was very exciting to him. The front of his levis were pushed out of shape by a monstrous erection.
"Tear her damn clothes off and let's gel her down on her back!" the big man said.
"Oh, my God!" the woman gasped as the dress on her back was ripped to shreds, as the thick, ' white elastic straps of her brassiere were torn loose, the heavy cups yanked from her huge, womanly breasts.
"Would you look at those tits!" Willy croaked, still working on the old man's wrists.
"Just make sure you got that old buzzard tied up tight," Shoo warned him, reaching down and grabbing a big handful of bare tit, pinching the round, dollar sized rings of her pink nipples.
"Oh!" she gasped again, as Tom took hold of the waistband of her wliite cotton panties and ripped them right off her ass. The plump cheeks of her bottom jiggled and jounced from the impact.
"She's got black pussy hair!" Willy exclaimed.
"Yeah, she sure does, don't she?" Shoo said, leering down between her smooth thighs.
The woman tried to clamp her knees shut, to conceal her private parts from the grinning trio, but the result was less than successful. When she covered herself in front, she left herself open in back.
"Are we gonna fuck her now?" Willy asked, excitedly, stepping around from behind the counter. He, too, had a big pulsing lump in the front of his jeans.
"Help me get her down on her back," Shoo growled, impatiently.
Though the woman fought and kicked, the men easily controlled her, lowering her down to the rough boards of the store's floor. At Shoo's direction, Willy took hold of both her ankles and held her thighs spread wide apart, while Tom held her wrists pinned to the floor over her head.
"She's really got a wig on her, huh?" Willy said, gazing at the thick curls of shiny black hair on her pale, fat labia. They trailed down either side of the protuberant hummock like sideburns, feathering out over the big white cheeks of her ass.
"Don't do this to me!!" she pleaded, struggling feebly against the hands that held her obscenely splayed.
"Listen to her!" Shoo said, as he unzipped his fly. "You'd think she got it every day from three handsome studs!"
"Oh, my God!" she whined, her eyes growing huge as she saw the size of Shoo's penis.
He pulled the thing out and let it flip up against the front of his denim shirt. It was as thick as her wrist and the head on it was the size of a peach! The purple bulb glistened with semen that had seeped up from his balls prematurely. He wrapped his fingers about the gross root and gave the thing a hard pump, forcing more of the thick white fluid to ooze from his slot, letting it trickle down over the front of his cock, over the fiery drapery of his nerve bundle, the strip of pendulous skin just beneath its tip, down over the pulsing shaft, over the backs of his masturbating fingers.
"He's hung like bull!" Willy said, ecstatically.
The woman groaned and averted her eyes, turning her face to the side.
"You don't have to look at it, fat stuff," Shoo wheezed at her, "but you sure as hell are gonna feet it!"
She shivered as his hand slipped down over the turgid donut of her pussy, cupping it, squeezing it. He toyed with the soft hairs on her slit, rubbing his fingers over them, teasing the pale lips of her pussy.
"I'm fucking you until you cum," he promised, using his fingers to peel her tightly compressed labia apart. The soft lips smooched apart, revealing pale pink flesh, glistening flesh . . . and they just kept on opening!
"Wow!" Willy croaked. "Would you look at the size of that cunt!"
The woman's face burned with shame and humiliation.
"Unbelievable!" Shoo said, folding her drooping petals back on themselves, opening up her entire gash. She did have an enormous pussy. It was easily twice as big as it looked when the lips were all puckered together. It gaped obscenely from between her legs, a shining pink maw.
"What's that smell?!" Tom said, trying to peer over the snowy mountains of her tits to get a look at her pussy.
Shoo rudely shoved his middle finger into the mouth of her unguarded cunt, twisting and turning it around.
"Uhhh!" the woman cried, straining to close her legs, to keep him out. But it was impossible. The big man finger-fucked her at will, driving his finger all the way up to the knuckle in her splayed open cunt.
Then he pulled it out. It glistened from top to bottom with sticky, clear juice; "Try this on for size," he said to an astonished Tom, wiping the stinky stuff right on the young man's nose.
Tom groaned in erotic delight unable to keep from inhaling the keen, musky fragrance. He quickly turned his head to the side and wiped his nose on his shirt, trying to get rid of the overpowering scent.
"She's all juiced up and ready," Shoo announced, kneeling between her thighs, bending his huge cock down from against his breastbone. He purposefully held himself up so his buddies could watch as he pushed his thick penis up into her cunt.
"Go, man, go!" Willy said, watching from behind as the massive penile bulb nosed in between the lewdly parted lips of the woman's vagina.
"Shit!" Shoo moaned as he lunged, as his whole cock slipped up into her cunt with ease.
"Enormous!" Tom exclaimed, watching all that hard meat get swallowed up into the woman's heaving belly. A thrust like that would've split a smaller woman wide open from navel to anus, but the fat woman took it without even a squeak.
The big man ground his balls into her buttocks, swiveling his hips, then withdrew. As the shaft of his cock reappeared between the yawning wet petals, it absolutely gleamed with unctuous feminine goo. He only paused a second to let the others see what he was getting, then lunged again. His cock shot up her huge pussy like greased lightning.
"Dammit!" the big man groaned, angrily. "Who have you been fucking with? King Kong?!"
The woman kept her face turned to the side. Her chest heaved up and down as she fought for breath, her great soft tits quivering.
"I'm talking to you, fatso!" he snarled, grabbing her jaw and wrenching her face towards his. "You can't even feel my cock in there, can you? Can you?!"
The woman didn't answer. She looked terrified.
"Man, I could drive a Mack truck up your snatch and never even feel the sides!" he told her in disgust. He pushed her face back and started humping her like a madman, bashing his groin into her so hard that her big tits jounced all over her ribcage, so hard that the meat of her thighs and buttocks trembled like Jell-o on a plate.
"She can't feel that?!" Willy said incredulously, watching the huge rod dart through the sputtering, farting mouth of her pussy. "It's not who has she been fucking, but what!"
Shoo stopped fucking and leered down at her, sliding his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. "What is it that you use to get off with,?" he asked.
"A broomstick!" Tom suggested.
"No, three broomsticks!" Willy quipped.
"Whatever it is," Shoo said, disgustedly, "she ruined herself for a real man." He ripped his still-hard cock from her cunt, and pushed up to his feet.
"What now?" Willy exclaimed, staring down into the puffy, moist cunt three feet from his nose.
"Just hold her there, while I find her lover," the big man said, walking over to the refrigerated case, stuffing his cock back into his jeans.
"Her what?!" Tom said, looking over his shoulder.
"How about this?!" the big man said, opening the sliding door and taking out a brown quart bottle of beer. The neck of the bottle was easily twice as thick as any man's penis.
"You've got to be kidding!" Willy groaned, his eyes wide with excitement.
"I show you how much I'm kidding," Shoo said, dropping back down beside the spread-eagled woman. He showed her the frost beaded neck of the bottle, then pressed the aluminum cap against the top of her parted slit, forcing it in between her labia.
"Please no!!!" she bawled, her face contorted with shame and anguish.
Shoo crammed the first couple of inches into her pussy with only a slight effort, then the neck of the bottle flared out and the going was more difficult. He used a quick, cork screwing motion, twisting the huge icy probe up into the bleating woman's cunt.
"Sonofabitch!" Tom gasped, watching as his partner began to slide the bottle neck in and out. Like the cock that had gone before it, it was immediately drenched in slick lubricant and her pussy made nasty wet noises as it was thrust through the widely stretched mouth of her pussy.
"Leave me alone," she wailed, her face turning beet red, her eyes bulging.
"Go for it,!" Shoo murmured to her, working the bottle neck faster and faster. "Shake that hot ass! Let's see you cum for your brown lover!"
The beer in the bottle had turned almost completely to soapy white foam and her pussy was taking not only the neck, but swallowing part of the actual body of the thing!
"Oh, no! NOOOOOO!!!" she howled, struggling against the hands that held her, her whole soft body quivering from her exertion.
"She's doing it! She's dimming!" Willy cried.
"Go. fucker, go!" Shoo puffed, bashing the chilled dildo into the gaping mouth of her cunt.
"UHHH!!" she gasped, her eyes opening wide, then fluttering shut, her back arching up suddenly from the rough hewn floor. Her face went from beet red to dark purple and then she was tossing her hips, fucking greedily into the brutal stabs of the beer bottle.
"Look at that!" Tom moaned, gaping at the way the woman was impaling herself on the bottle.
"UHHHHHH!!!" she wailed, her upper lip curling back from her teeth, her eyes slitted from pleasure.
"Hey, fatty is cumming!" Shoo said. "We can't have her cumming alone, now can we?" Without another word, the big man pulled the beer bottle from her hard driving cunt and with a single twist, tore the aluminum cap from its tip.
"YEEEEE!!!" she shrilled as the agitated beer exploded over her climaxing pussy, splashing down between her labia, gushing over her sweating stomach and shimmering tits.
"Hey! Her lover's squirting!" Willy cried.
"Give it to her, man!" Tom shouted.
"Cum, fatso, cum!" Shoo howled at the writhing, squirming woman, bathing her entire crotch in the sudsy liquid.
The woman gyrated, thrusting her tingling pussy up under the gushing shower, screeching out her joy for all to hear.
The sounds of her continuing orgasm, of round buttocks slapping against the bare floorboards, masked the noises coming from behind the register counter.
"Holy hell!" Tom gasped, as he looked over her shoulder and saw the old man come up from behind the counter with a double barreled shot gun in his hands.
The expression on Tom's face made Shoo jerk his head around and look behind him. "Shoot the asshole!" the big man cried.
But Tom just knelt there, petrified by the sight of those great hollow metal tubes swinging down on him, taking a bead on his forehead.
"Damn you!" Shoo snarled, lunging for the butt of the pistol sticking out of Tom's waistband. He jerked the gun from his partner's pants and made a rolling dive across the supine form of the woman. He came up shooting, even though he had to fire less than a foot from the edge of Willy's ear.
The big automatic roared once and the old man was lifted completely off his feet as the heavy chunk of lead slammed into his chest. The impact hurled him back into the shelf of bottles like a rag doll. .. and then all hell broke loose. Both barrels of the shotgun discharged at once and there was shattered glass and booze flying everywhichway.
"Fucking bastard!" Shoo bellowed, firing again and again.
Willy was no longer in his way. The skinny man had fainted dead away from the shock of facing all that screaming lead. The impacts of the bullets kept throwing the old man's body back up against the wall, making more bottles drop from the shelf.
When the last round was spent, Shoo lowered the pistol. The room reeked from the smell of cordite, spilled liquor and death.
"You blew his goddamed head off!" Tom exclaimed', his eyes the size of doorknobs.
Willy was just coming around, pushing himself up from the floor. He looked over at the headless corpse on the floor, laying in a rapidly spreading pool of whisky and blood and was instantly rackingly sick.
"Yeah, I guess I did at that," Shoo said, despite his pretensions to implacability, startled by the unexpected turn of events.
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Tom said, grabbing Willy by the arm, jerking him up to his feet.
"W-what about h-her?!" The skinny one gasped, pointing to the woman laying on her back on the floor. She was breathing very shallowly and her eyes were bulging with terror.
"Do you want to take her along?" Shoo said, picking up an unbroken bottle from the floor. "W-what?!"
"Cause if you don't," he said, pointing the gun down at her face and pulled the trigger. The hammer clicked on an empty firing chamber . . . and the woman passed out cold.
"Let's go!" Tom said, half-dragging Willy to the door.
They scrambled to their car and Shoo sent up a plume of desert dust from the rear wheels as he swerved back out onto the highway.
"Where to now?" Tom asked, unable to keep the fear from creeping into his voice.
Shoo lifted the whisky bottle to his lips and took a long pull before speaking. "I don't know about you dudes," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "but all that messing around with the beer bottle kind of got me turned on. I'd sure like to get me a nice tight piece of ass. "
"Hey, wow! Me, too!" Willy said. "I never seen nothing like that before."
"Yeah, sure, me, too," Tom said, weakly, "but shouldn't we be getting our asses out of this state? You killed that old sucker back there, remember?"
"If you're scared, we can let you out," Shoo said, handing the .45 over to Willy. "Load it up again," he said.
"I'm not scared," Tom said, hoping he looked more confident than he felt. "Do you know where there's some girls around here, or what?"
"Man, this is Nevada," Shoo said. "Whoring is legal here .. . and we got the ticket to all the pussy we can handle." He patted the paper sack that held the loot from the liquor store. "Just up the road aways," he went on, smugly, "is one of the finest cat houses in the whole damn state."
"Really?" Willy said.
"Don't tell me neither of you dudes have ever heard of the Golden Venus?.'"
Chapter Three
Pam's Mom sat alone in her walnut paneled office, staring at the calendar on her desk, wishing she had someone close to talk to. She would've liked to confide in another woman, to tell her how fed up with the "business" she was, how ready she was to pack it all in. But there was no one she respected or trusted, not really. The whore mistress was surrounded by whores.
In twenty years, Wanda Walker had gone from high priced call girl to being the madam of one of the most renowned brothels in the country. She had run the place with precision and integrity, always giving the customer an even break . . . and it had paid off. Wanda hadn't turned a trick of her own in ten years; she didn't have to anymore, she was the boss. And she'd been able to send her illegitimate daughter Pam, away to the finest schools, to give her the kind of chance at life she'd never had.
Wanda knew in her guts that it was time to sell constantly trying to trip her mother up, to get her to reveal something new about the place. In a way, Wanda was sorry that she'd allowed the thing to go on as long as she did. If she'd told Pam another lie, that she'd sold the Golden Venus and started working in a new car franchise, she could've defused the whole thing. But she didn't think of it. As it was, there had always been this mystery in their lives, a mystery that just begged to be unraveled.
A knock on the door to her office startled her out of her reverie.
"Yes? Come in," she said, irritated.
A huge black man entered, smiling broadly, showing her his magnificent definition. He looked like a professional football player. Well over six foot six, he weighed close to three hundred and fifty pounds and all of it was solid muscle. His skin was blue black in color and he shaved his head. He was wearing a white summer weight three piece suit of European cut and there were rings on all his fingers, as well as his thumbs. Though the man was massive and his bulk ominous and threatening, there was something almost cherubic about the aura he gave off. He obviously enjoyed his life very much.
"Yes, Rosey," she said. "What is it?"
"We got a little trouble," he said. "Not big.
The Golden Venus to the competition, to take Pam and move to Switzerland where most of her money was stashed. For one thing, the aforementioned competition was getting more and more insistent that she turn over her business to them and they had a nasty habit of making people who didn't do as they said disappear without a trace. There was a lot of desert out there to bury somebody in. Aside from the outside pressure, Pam's Mom felt pressure from within, too. Though she'd always told herself that she'd done the best she could, given her circumstances, her breaks in life, she never could shake a feeling of guilt about the way she'd earned her living. She'd no illusions about being the whore with the heart of gold, about doing business the way she had for "humanitarian" motives. It had all been for gain. She was honest because honesty brought customers back and it made them bring their friends. She could afford to be generous because, as in any other small business, it was a cast thy bread upon the waters situation.
The idea that her daughter might discover what she really did for a living haunted her more and more. Pam was a highly intelligent girl and it was getting harder and harder to convince her that her mother's business enterprise had to be kept totally private. Pam had long since stopped asking direct questions about the Golden Venus, but she was trouble, just a little trouble and I think you'd better come see,"
Wanda got up at once. Rosey was the best bouncer-bodyguard she'd ever had and he did not usually bother her over trifles. "What's it about?" she asked, gesturing for him to lead the way.
The huge black man shook his head. "That new girl, the little redhead from Seattle," he said. "The customers keep complaining that she sleeps while they are going it to her."
Wanda frowned. "Did you check her arms for tracks?" the statuesque blonde woman said as the two of them walked briskly down the hall of the Golden Venus. The establishment was not housed in a permanent building, but in a series of connected house trailers. This mobile capability was necessary because of changes in county government. More than once, Wanda had packed it all up and moved to a county more favorable to her type of business. "Favorable" meaning that the payoffs to local officials were within reason.
"Yes, ma'am," Rosey said, "I looked, but I couldn't see anything. She said she was clean."
They ail say that, she thought. Even when they're nodding out right in front of you. It was impossible to get real good help anymore. Back in the Sixties, she used to get college girls who'd come in and work for a few months to earn their school fees for a whole year. Those girls were fresh, clean and willing to fuck up a storm. She still got cards from some of them. One was a Ph.D. in Animal Behavior studying gorillas in their natural habitat. Everybody had a wisecrack about that one. Anymore, though, the girls were either too young to work, runaways in their early teens, or junkies trying to keep ahead of the "chucks" or both. It was depressing as hell.
Rosey pushed open one of the doors and held it open for Wanda to enter. The room was small and most of it was taken up by a fur covered water bed. In the middle of the bed, totally nude, sat skinny little redhead with big tits. Her customer who was also sitting on the bed stood up as soon as Wanda entered the room.
"Are you the boss?" the man said. He was in his late fifties, balding and he was dressed as if he'd just thrown his clothes on. His shirttail was hanging out of his pants and his zipper was only half way zipped.
"Yes, I am," Wanda said, smiling. "What is the problem, sir?"
"She's the problem," the man said, pointing an accusing finger at the girl. "I paid to make love to a woman, not a corpse. She had the nerve to lay there while I was doing it to her and fall asleep. I wouldn't have known except she started snoring.
I've been to places like this before and I know that isn't the way a guy usually gets treated."
"Margie?" Wanda said, addressing the sullenly silent girl. "What have you got to say for yourself? Is what this gentleman says true?"
The girl glared at her. "So I might have dozed off," she said. "What's the big deal? The gentleman got his big fat rocks off in me anyway. My being asleep didn't keep him from cumming. He just wants to run out on the tab, that's all."
"Sir?" Wanda said. "Did you ejaculate?"
The man's face reddened. "What the hell difference does that make?!" he said. "This little slut snored all the time I was fucking her. I don't call that getting my money's worth. I think I ought to get it back ... or get another go around with someone who's awake for a change!"
"If you've been to places tike this before, sir," Wanda said, "then you know that there's only one hard and fast rule. What you pay for is the orgasm. If you have it in your pants while the girl is undressing for you, that's your problem, not ours. Conversely, if you can keep it up all night long with out cumming, the girl must work straight through until she brings you off, or until you say you've had enough."
"You're avoiding the issue," the man said. "I paid for a real live, moving girl, not a pile of warm meat. I didn't get what I paid for." Wanda frowned again.
"If you weren't getting it on," Margie protested, "then why didn't you stop screwing me and start complaining before you shot your wad?"
"I didn't realize you were sleeping until it was too damn late," the man said.
"Ha!" the girl snorted.
"All right, all right," Wanda said, giving the girl a warning look. "I think we can straighten all this out quickly. You, sir, can go back out to the lobby and pick another girl . . . a live one . . . and have her on the house."
"I appreciate that," he said, straightening up his shirt.
"What about me?" Margie said. "Don't I get credit for the trick?"
"You get credit," Wanda answered. "Please, come to the office with me. We have something important to discuss."
Wanda left Rosey to guide the customer back to the lobby and took the redhead back to her office. Of all the females in the place, Wanda was the only one who was fully clothed. All the others were either nude under see-through peignoirs or wearing tiny string bikinis that barely covered their tits and pussies.
Once she had closed the office door behind her, Wanda addressed the girl. "What is it with you. Margie?" she asked. "Are you skin popping behind our backs or what?"
The little redhead jerked as if she'd been smacked in the face. "No, I have not!" she said, adamantly, pulling her lime green negligee tighter about her shoulders. "I'm no user! I never have been and never will be!"
"Then what is it?" Wanda said. "This is the third complaint of the same type we've had on you this week. I can't have my customers going out of here unhappy. That's not the way I do business."
Margie shrugged. "I can't help it. Some of these guys, the old ones especially, are so boring, always saying the same things, the same jokes, and none of them can fuck for beans. They think they're giving me the time of my life and I can hardly stay awake."
"You have a bad attitude, Margie," Wanda told her in no uncertain terms.
"Yeah, well, maybe you would, too, if you had to listen to all their garbage all day and all day, too," the girl said. "I mean, it's all so much the same that they hardly seem like different men to me anymore. It's like they're really just one guy in a lot of different disguises."
"You've got to treat each customer as an individual, that's part of the business. You're a pro, I shouldn't have to be telling you that."
"You don't have to tell me," Margie said. "I know your house rules backwards and forwards. All I can say is it's hard to treat 'em different when they're all the same."
"How old are you?"
"Huh?"
"How old are you?" Wanda repeated.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because I want to know," she said.
"Eighteen," Margie answered with a shrug.
Wanda shuddered. The same age as Pam. The same age as her daughter and always so inured to the rigors of her profession that she could actually sleep while a strange man rutted about passionately in her open cunt!
"How long have you been tricking?"
"These are the same questions you asked when I first came to work here," the girl protested.
"I didn't write down the answers," Wanda said. "Tell me again."
"Since, I guess, when I was twelve," the redhead replied "I had an uncle who used to babysit for my mom. He used to give me money for playing with his cock. I used to suck him off but he never fucked me with anything but his finger."
Wanda shuddered again. It was Pam she was thinking about, though. It was herself. Maybe the little hooker was right and all the stories were the same, only the makeup was different. It hadn't been her uncle who'd introduced her to the joys of prostitution, but her stepfather. And he hadn't held back on anything, either. By the time she was twelve, Wanda wasn't a virgin anyplace.
She looked at the girl with compassion. She knew that the poor thing's life was already cast in the mold it would follow, that the best she could ever hope for was to do as Wanda had done, to become a rich madam, and that most probably she would end up old and frazzled while still in her twenties, a bartly, a junkie, killing herself by degrees.
"I'm going to give you the pay you have coming," Wanda said. "Plus a five hundred dollar bonus ..."
"What?! You're firing me?! You're kicking me out of here?!!" the girl cried.
"I haven't any other choice," the madam said. "You don't belong here anymore. My customers pay top dollar and they expect the best. You can't give your best anymore, so you've got to go."
"Hey, wait! I didn't know you'd come down so heavy," the girl protested. "I could try harder, really, I could. I don't want to go back on the street."
Wanda shook her head. "I can understand that," she said. "But from what you've said, and how you've said it, I don't think trying harder will help."
What Wanda wanted to say, but could not bring herself to, was that the girl should regard this as a golden opportunity to start a new life, to forget about the hooking, to go to secretarial school, to learn a legitimate trade. The reason she could not say those words was because she knew that the girl would've laughed at her, just as she would've laughed if someone had said them to her fifteen years earlier.
"I'm not going to beg for a stinking whore's job," the girl said defiantly. "I can go to work for the competition, any time I want."
Wanda said nothing, but started counting out the money due the girl from her petty cash drawer. She counted it twice, then slipped it into a white envelope and handed it to her.
The girl looked into the envelope and said, "Hey, you weren't kidding about the extra five hundred! What's that for? "
"For being eigliteen" Wanda said, sadly. "For being eighteen"
Chapter Four
The more Shoo thought about all the fine pussy at the Golden Venus, the more he wanted to get there fast. In a matter of minutes he was really high-balling it, passing everything in sight. The road ahead was straight as a string and he could see the slower traffic for mites ahead.
"Darnnit!" Tom groaned as the big man swerved to get around a big cross country bus in time to miss the oncoming traffic.
"A miss is as good as a mile, sucker," Shoo said, grinning sloppily.
"Damn right!" Willy echoed, gleefully.
From his seat in the back, Tom could see the car's speedometer needle. It wavered around ninety-five. If Shoo hadn't downed half a bottle of scotch, Tom wouldn't have been so worried, but as it was, he was scared out of his wits. One miscalculation on the part of the drunken driver and the Chevy could fly right off the road and plow up a quarter mile of desert before coming to a stop!
"Sit back and enjoy the ride," Willy said. "You're making me nervous hanging over the seat like that."
For once, Tom had to admit that the skinny guy was right. He was completely helpless. Nothing he could do or say would make any difference. If they were fated to get to the whore house safely, they would . . . and if not, what the hell. Dying in a car wreck was infinitely preferable in his mind to spending fifteen years in prison for murder and armed robbery.
He leaned back in the seat and tried not to think about the onrushing streaming of lights every time Shoo swung out into the other side of the road to pass. He even ignored the eerie wailing of the onrushing cars' horns as they cut over onto the shoulder to avoid a headon collision. He knew he was in over his head and knowing that made him feel a kind of mystical calm. If he was already guilty of one murder, one robbery, one rape, then there was nothing more they could do to him. They could put him away for a thousand years but they could only make him pay for another fifty or so. From here on in, he told himself, everything was on the house.
"Is that the place?" Willy said, as Shoo finally pulled the car off onto a side road. From the highway, the Golden Venus compound could be seen. It looked anything but romantic. The circled house trailers were surrounded by a fifteen foot high hurricane fence topped with twisted strands of barbed wire. At intervals along the perimeter of the rectangular enclosure, stationed on poles high above the fence, were powerful mercury vapor lamps that lit up the area as bright as day. The actual parking area for the brother's patrons was outside the compound.
"It looks like a prison camp!" Tom said as the big man pulled up in the lot.
"Yeah, well, wait until you see the guards they got!" Shoo said, merrily.
Willy thought that was about the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
"How do we get in?" Tom asked, stiffly.
"We just walk up to the gate and show our pass," the big man said, shaking the bag of money. "Come on, I'm getting hot just thinking about all the pussy that's inside that fence."
The three of them climbed out of the car and adjusted their Stetson. Then they sauntered up the winding cinder path to the front gate. Shoo put his thumb to a button mounted on the gate's frame and grinned.
"Yes?" said a disembodied voice.
Tom nearly jumped out of his skin.
Shoo laughed and pointed to the speaker overhead.
"Can I help you?" said the voice.
"We're looking to get laid, man," Shoo said in a near shout. "And we've got plenty of bread to spend."
There was a buzzing noise, then a solid click! and the gate swung open.
Shoo gestured for the others to follow and swaggered up to the front door of the central trailer. There was a striped awning over the door and a red carpet on the four stairs leading up to it. As Shoo mounted the first step, the trailer door opened.
"Jeeez!" Willy said. The exclamation slipped almost involuntarily from his lips as he peered up at the huge, coal black man in the ice cream suit.
"Now, just exactly what can I do for you gentlemen?" Rosey said, giving them a winning smile. He might have been smiling but his eyes were flicking from face to face, sizing them up, trying to get an idea of their bankroll. They didn't look like they had a lot of money to spend. To a man used to sizing people up, they looked like just what they were, a trio of A.W.O.L. jarheads out on a binge. But, then again, you could never tell.
Shoo knew the routine. He didn't say a word, but just opened the paper bag up under the man's nose, showing him all that green. Shoo hadn't liked the way Willy made such a big deal about the bouncer. He didn't like anybody to be bigger or stronger or meaner than he was. And he was afraid that the bouncer was all three. In height, they were about even, but the black man had a good seventy five pounds on him. Shoo shifted his weight on the balls of his feet. He could feel the muzzle of the .45 digging into the small of his back. Seventy five pounds didn't mean much in a fire fight, he thought, cockily.
Rosey underwent a miraculous transformation as soon as he saw all those bills. His skepticism vanished and he became downright friendly.
"Come on in, gentlemen," he said, reaching out and slapping a ham-sized hand on Shoo's thick shoulder. "I think we have just what you're looking for."
"I know goddamed well you do," Shoo said over his shoulder to the others.
The three young men followed Rosey into a short foyer and then into a larger room. The outside of the place may have been spartan to the point of pain, but the inside was wildly extravagant, no expense had been spared in the decor and furnishings. The wallpaper was made of red cut velvet and there were brass fixtures at intervals along it. In the center of the room, on the wall to wall white shag rug, was a circular couch with a high back. It was also of red velvet and deeply upholstered. Sitting on the couch in provocative poses were the girls of the Golden Venus.
"Oh, man! Man!" Willy groaned, pushing around beside Tom to get a better look.
"We're glad you approve," Rosey said. Then he clapped his hands and like a pack of trained animals, all the girls stood up from the couch and formed a line along the wall.
"Do we pick now? Do we pick?" Willy asked, excitedly.
Shoo glowered at him.
"All of our girls," Rosey went on, "are experts, the cream of the crop. And the price is the same for alt."
"Do we pick now?" Willy asked him.
"Be our guest," Rosey said.
Willy started to move towards the girls, but Shoo grabbed him by the arm.
"Ow!" the skinny man complained.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Shoo said, applying pressure to the man's bicep.
"What?!" he said. "What?!"
"All for one and one for all."
"Huh?" Tom said, leaning closer.
"We're all going to fuck the same chick," Shoo said. "Like back you know where. Only this time, she's going to be tight." "Wow!" Willy said.
"Is there some problem?" the bouncer said.
"No," Shoo said, "it's just that we'd all like to have the same girl. "
Rosey knitted his brows together. "You mean all three of you at once?"
"Hey, we'll pay extra," Shoo said. "Money is no problem. We got lucky tonight."
The bouncer excused himself and walked over to the eight girls standing in a line. He gathered them together around him, slipping his arms about their shoulders, and spoke to them in a low, confidential tone. When he finished, five of the eight immediately returned to their seats on the circular couch. The remaining three stood where they were.
"What's with them?" Shoo said, as the bouncer approached them.
"They chose not to participate," Rosey said. "It's a free country, right?"
"You let 'em get away with shit like that, huh?" Shoo said, glaring at the seated whores.
"We don't force our employees into anything," Rosey said. "These girls love their work and put everything they've got into it. Pick from any of those over here, gentlemen and you will not be disappointed. Of that, I promise."
"Go on, pick!" Willy said, impatiently, giving Shoo a nudge.
He stopped staring at the chicks who hadn't wanted to play his sick game and turned his attention to the three standing, waiting for him. He walked right up to the first girl, a leggy brunette with high firm, but small breasts. She was dressed in a sheer baby doll nighty and the pink rounds of her nipples and the dark swatch of her pubic hair was very, very visible. She smiled at him incitingly, putting her hands behind her back and swinging her torso back and forth, making her tits sway provocatively.
Shoo didn't pass up the invitation. He put his hands to her breasts and squeezed them, digging his fingers into the resilient cones.
"Let's take her," Willy said, thickly.
"Yeah, she gets my vote, too," Tom said. Shoo let go of her breasts and lifted the hem of her nighty, staring at the thick mat of black hair on her pubic mound.
"Naw," he said, "she's too damn hairy. I like 'em hairless and real tight." He spoke the last words right into the girl's face, then he moved on.
He stood between the two other girls. The one on his right had bottom length brown hair in a long pony tail. Her tits were shaped like Hershey's Kisses and the magnificently filled the top of her string bikini to overflowing. She was curvaceous in the ass department, too. Round and firm. The girl on his left was short but she had breasts nearly as big as the other girl. She was wearing a floor length peignoir and Shoo gingerly reached up to the open throat of it and held the lapels wide apart so he could look appreciatively at her body. His eyes licked over her firm, pear shaped tit, her flat belly and stopped between her legs. Her head of hair was ash blonde, but the hair on her pussy was black as coal. It was exceedingly long and wispy, too.
"What about you?" he asked the girl with the pony tail.
She gave him a puzzled look.
"Let's see it!"
She shot a quick glance over at Rosey, then obeyed, peeling down the tiny triangle of fabric that clung to her pubic mound. She removed the skimpy garment altogether and stood before Shoo completely naked from the waist down.
He bent down and peered at her vagina. There was just the faintest hint of brown hair on her tight pink cuntlips and a sparse little spitcurl right above the top of her slit.
"Open wider," he said, putting his hands to her thighs and leaning closer. He stared at her bare cunt for a good minute before he straightened up. "We'll take this one," he decided.
The girl grinned at him, twirling her bikini panties around her index finger, then started walking off down the hall, swinging her round, firm bottom, making the cheeks grind together as she moved. The bare-assed beauty stopped in front of a door about halfway down the corridor, opened it and crooked her finger at them.
"Come on!" Shoo said to his gawking partners. "All that's ours!"
The trio rushed down the hall and into the small room. Tom closed the door behind them, peering over Shoo's shoulder at the girl who was already stretched out on the round bed. She had removed her string bikini top and lay there on her back with her knees drawn up to her big, taut breasts, her practically bald pussy sandwiched between her silky smooth thighs.
"So you guys like to share it, huh?" she smiled, reaching around the supple curve of her saucy ass and touching the hps of her vagina, teasing them with a fingertip.
All for one," Willy said, transfixed by her moving finger, her stroking finger.
She threw her thighs wide apart, holding her legs spread so wide that the outside of her sleek knees touched the coverlet of the bed. From the tension of the amazing spread, the lips of her pussy slowly peeled apart, showing a hint of rose pink, of wet flesh between them.
"Which one of you is going to go first?" she asked, openly fumbling into her own pussy, masturbating right before their astonished eyes. Her finger started pushing in and out of the entrance to her cunt, touching the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
"Go first?" Shoo said, stripping out of his shirt and jeans and indicating that the others should do the same.
"Yeah, are you going to draw straws or what?" she said, eyeing the bulge in the front of Shoo's underwear with professional curiosity.
"No. baby," the big man said, kneeling on the bed and reaching out for one of her smooth ankles, "we're all going to go at once."
"What?!" she said, jerking up, trying to pull her leg from his grasp.
"All for one," Willy said, grabbing her other leg. His cock was already in full erection, sticking out of the right leg of his jockey knit briefs and pulsing halfway down his hairy thigh.
"And one for all," Tom finished, taking his station at her head, bearing down on her slim shoulders and pinning her to the bed.
"I'll take you one at a time," the girl said, trying to make her voice firm and businesslike.
"No, baby," Shoo said, sliding his hand up the inside of her thigh, rubbing his fingertips over the velvety skin of her labia, "you got three holes that I can see and there's three of us. It's all real simple."
"No way.'" she said, her voice shrill. "We don't do A.I. here. It's against the rules. I'll fuck and suck two of you but the third will have to wait."
"No, baby," the big man said, groping in under the mouth of her pussy, pushing his finger over the incredibly smooth band of skin that separated her cunt and anus, rubbing his thumb incitingly over the blazing ring of her rectum.
"Stop that!" she cried, trying to squirm away from the lewd caress. "We aren't allowed! It's too dangerous. Too many germs. God, don't! Don't!"
But Shoo wasn't interested in germs. All he cared about was cramming his thumb up the sexy girl's ass. He did so without ceremony, just twisting and turning it until the wrinkly sphincter yielded.
"OWW!" the girl moaned, her whole body stiffening as the finger bored up into her tight passage.
"You're really doing it!" Tom gasped, watching as his partner commenced fucking his finger in and out of the tiny pink ring.
"ROSEY!" the girl bellowed at the top of her lungs.
"Shit!" Shoo said, twisting around and scooping the gun out from under the rumpled pile of his clothes. He aimed the thing at the girl's throat and said, "One more peep, whore, and you're dead. "
"You're crazy!" the girl moaned.
"Yeah, and dangerous, too," he smirked, holding the gun on her while he lasciviously shoved his thumb in and out of her pore, rubbing it over the rubbery walls of her anus.
"So you'd better just do like he says," Willy told her, timidly reaching down and touching the parted lips of her cunt.
"All right," she moaned. "Just put that gun away. Somebody could get hurt."
"She's getting smart, isn't she?" Shoo said. "She's gonna play ball real nice."
"Put the gun down and I'll do whatever you want," she said.
Shoo dropped the pistol onto the pile of his clothes, then turned back to the girl. "Your tight ass is getting nice and loose," he said. "I think I could get my cock up it now."
She took a look at the size of the bulge in his shorts and groaned. "No, way!" she said. "You'll kill me if you try to put that in dry. Stick it in my cunt first, get it nice and juicy."
Willy gave Tom a nudge as their partner slipped out of his underwear. Shoo's big dick was stiff as a tree limb and it thumped ferociously upon his chest as he knelt between the widely splayed thighs of the girl on the bed.
"Come on, slip it in for me," the big man said, bending his cock down and handing it to her.
The prostitute lifted her right leg, sliding it up over the man's thick shoulder, and fitted the fat, bulbous head of his cock to the mouth of her cunt. Then she gripped the broad root and pulled the shaft towards her, driving the head in between her hairless labia forcing the meaty erection to dive into her cunt.
"OH! OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, excitedly, swiveling her hips, making the lips of her pussy slide up and down the rigid shaft, coating it with gleaming fluid.
Shoo was big and dumb but he wasn't stupid- He knew what the whore was trying to do. He knew that she was trying to get him to pop off early so he wouldn't be able to carry out his sodomistic threat. And he wasn't the only one she was going after, either.
"Wow!" Willy exclaimed, as the girl reached up and caught the pulsing neck of his cock and pulled it towards her face.
She moistened her lips hungrily, never missing an upward roll of her hips, making Shoo's big cock dip into her in an even inciteful rhythm. Then she pushed the knobby head of Willy's penis right into her mouth. Her cheeks went concave at once as she began sucking on his captive bulb.
"WOW!" the skinny man cried, bucking his hips into her face, driving his cock deep into her mouth, bumping the head against the back of her throat.
Tom wasn't left out, either. She took his hard cock in hand and started giving it wild pumping masturbation. She knew just how to treat a cock, too. None of the butterfly touch that is more infuriating than stimulating. She beat him hard, with a wringing, milking motion that made the loose outer sheath of his cock slide up and down the rock hard inner bone.
"Man, we're all getting some!" Willy croaked, fucking the full length of his cock into her open throat, bumping his hairy balls into her chin.
"Yeah, sort of," Shoo said, pulling his cock from her cunt. It arched up again, only this time it was glistening from tip to root with hot, slippery lubricant.
"Oh!" she moaned as she felt the big cock pop out of the grip of her pussy. She fumbled for it, trying to put it back.
"You're going to get it, all right, baby," he told her. "Every fucking inch. Now let go of those dudes and get on your belly. I want to see what I'm getting."
The girl let Willy's slobber drenched cock slip from her lips. "Oh! Noooooo!" she gasped, realizing that her little game plan was a bust.
Shoo didn't wait for her to move. He just grabbed a hold of her hip and started to turn her over.
"Uhh!" the girl said, moving with a speed that took all the men by surprise. She rolled with the direction of Shoo's shove, rolled completely off the bed. When she hit the floor she was instantly scrabbling for the pile of Shoo's clothes.
"Damnit" Get her!" Tom wailed.
Before Willy could reach her from behind, she got her hands around the butt of the gun. She hopped up on her knees in front of them, aiming the heavy pistol with both hands.
"You sick bastards!" she hissed. "When Rosey gets through with you, there's not going to be enough left to feed the scorpions!"
Shoo was only about three feet away when she gave forth with her little outburst. He let her finish, then casually, with an animal grace, he swung on her.
"Oof!" she said as his big fist impacted with the point of her little chin. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped to the floor in a heap. The pistol fell from her grip and slipped down by her side.
"Get her back on the bed!" Willy said, grabbing her under the armpits and trying to do the job by himself. "Let's fuck the ass off her!"
"Let her down," Shoo said, disgustedly.
"What?!" Willy said in exasperation. "She can't fight us off now! We can all have a go at her butt!"
"Yeah, swell," the big man said. "I really get off on fucking some unconscious chick."
Tom frowned, too. "It'd be like fucking a dead broad," he complained.
Willy let the girl slump back to the floor. "What the hell are we going to do now?" he demanded.
"Well, one thing's for damned sure," Shoo said, "we can't go out there and ask that big mean looking spade for another chick."
"He's going to kill us when he finds out what we did to this one." Tom said.
"Not if we kill him first," Shoo said.
"Blow him away, too?" Willy said, delightedly.
"Why the hell not? But first I think we'd better get that broad tied up. We don't want her coming around when we're in the middle of doing one of her sexy pals."
Willy started ripping up a pillow case to make the bonds.
"And do a better job than you did last time, man," Tom warned him. "That old guy wouldn't have gotten blown away if you'd tied him up right."
"Aw, come on!" the skinny man protested, binding the girl's ankles together. "You could help some, too, you know."
"How are we going to get us another broad?" Tom said, tieing her wrists.
"Stuff that one in the closet and I'll show you," Shoo said.
When the girl was gagged and jammed in the closet, the big man turned to the room's door, grabbed the handle and said, "This is how it's done . . ."
Chapter Five
Pam woke up about fifteen miles before the place where she was to get off the bus. Those last fifteen minutes were sheer torture for her. She kept having these horrible second thoughts about what she was doing. She kept thinking that the expression on her mother's face when she showed up unannouned was going to be one of total rage. Maybe the best thing to do, she thought in a panic, would be to just get on the next bus to Las Vegas and wait there in the airport, to pretend that she'd done as her mother had told her and taken the flight from Connecticut.
Then it was too late. The bus driver pulled the coach over to the side of the road and opened the door for her. Things just sort of happened automatically after that. She found herself getting up, grabbing her valise and stepping down the stairs. Before she knew it, she was left standing by the side of the highway and the bus was just a pair of huge red tail lights in the distance.
"Oh, boy," she said, shivering. "You really did it this time."
There was absolutely nothing on the side of the road she was on. Nothing but desert and darkness. On the other side was a strange looking clump of buildings behind a high wire fence. Pam was sure there'd been a big mistake, that the man at the bus station had given her the wrong destination. The establishment across the highway didn't look anything like any spa she'd ever seen; it looked more like a kennel.
She shook her head and lifted her valise. There was no choice but to cross the highway and try and get some help, to try and find out where she was and how far away from where she was supposed to be that was.
She waited until there was a lull in the traffic and then scurried across, feeling like a rabbit in the glare of the semi-trucks' headlamps. She walked past the rows of parked cars, up the cinder path to the front gate. She started to try to push it open, but stopped when she saw the little engraved plaque beside the buzzer. It said "Golden Venus."
Pam paused before ringing the bell, peering through the mesh of the gate at the yard of the compound. It certainly wasn't the kind of place she'd expected. There was something very cold and sinister about it. It didn't seem like Mom at all.
Maybe there was a very good reason for her not to know about what went on inside the low trailers, she thought. Then she caught herself. She'd come this far and this far was too far to turn back. She jammed her finger into the buzzer.
"Yes? Can I help you?" said the disembodied male voice.
It was spooky and it suited the place, Pam decided. "I'd like to see Mrs. Walker, please," she said.
"And what is the nature of your business?" asked the voice through the speaker.
"Personal," she said. "Private."
There was a short pause. Then the voice continued, "May I have your name please?"
Pam started to speak, then caught herself. If this was going to be a real surprise, she couldn't very well have some servant break the news to her.
"Jill," she said, off the top of her head, " Marshall from Tulsa. "
The gate made a buzzing sound, then opened.
Pam took a deep breath and stepped into the compound yard. She felt distinctly strange, light-headed, her pulse was racing. She was on the verge of a great discovery, of something of tremendous importance. She walked up to the red carpet and started to take a step up the stairs when the door to the trailer opened.
"Oh!" she said, jumping back. It wasn't the fact that the man who opened the door was black that frightened her; it was that he was so huge.
Sorry, miss," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you. Won't you please come inside. Let me take your bag."
Pam handed him her suitcase and stepped up into the trailer's foyer.
Rosey gave her a quick once over. Then he smiled. This was the kind of fresh young girl that his mistress was always looking for.
"You're here about a job?" he asked, hopefully.
His tone was so obvious that Pam jumped at the chance to further conceal her identity.
"Yes," she said, "a job. May I see Mrs. Walker now?"
Rosey shook his head. "She's tied up right now," he said. "I'll tell her you're here, though. Perhaps you'd like to wait in the lobby? You could meet some of the other girls."
"Of course," Pam said, following behind the huge man.
When he stepped aside, to usher her into the room, her heart stopped. Sheltered life or not, she knew what a whore house was! She gaped at the young women sitting on the circular sofa, all of them beautiful and sexy, all of them scantily clad, all of them waiting to perform for any man with the price in his wallet.
"Are you all right, Miss?" Rosey said, eyeing the suddenly ashen faced girl with concern.
"Uh? Yes, yes, of course," she said, swallowing the horrible lump in her throat. No wonder her Mom didn't want her to see the family business! No wonder she didn't want her to know anything about it! In that instant, Pam's whole universe went topsy turvy. She knew without a doubt that she was the daughter not of a successful spa entrepreneur, but of a madame.
"Are you sure?" Rosey said. "You don't look well."
"Fine, just fine," she said. "I just need to sit down for a minute."
"Please, sit here," he said, helping her to the red velvet couch. "I'll tell madam that you're waiting."
Pam watched him go.
"You're going to make a fortune here, honey," said the girl in the diaphanous negligee sitting next to her.
"What?" Pam said, turning, staring at the bare breasts under the sheer fabric.
"I said you 're going to be very popular," the girl said. "You've got a great body."
Pam hardly heard her even the second time. All she could think about was the awful lie that she'd been believing for her entire life. She felt horribly betrayed.
"Have you been hooking long?" (he girl smiled. "Huh"
"Say, you look kind of funny, honey," the girl said. "Maybe you ought to go lie down?"
"No, I'm just fine," she said, standing up. She wasn't fine but that didn't make any difference. She was going to face her Mom with the truth. She started off down the corridor in the same direction the big black man had gone.
She only got a third of the way down the hall before it hit her. The stories about her father! They could be all lies, too! Did her Mom even know who her father was?! Or was the story, the photos, all of it as phony as everything else she'd thought was real?!
"Damn you, Mom!" she said, bitterly moving down the hall.
As she passed a door about halfway along, it swung open and a huge naked white man jumped out and grabbed her. He clapped his big, sweaty hand over her mouth before she could cry out and dragged her into the tiny room.
Chapter Six
Pam suddenly found herself trapped in a little cubicle with three naked men! The man who'd grabbed her, threw her down in the middle of the bed and then stood over her, leering at her. All three of them were young and they had closely cropped hair. She refused to look at their hard penises; her face flushed with embarrassment. She stared steadfastly at the heavy featured face of the one who'd grabbed her.
"You've made a mistake, " "She's better looking than any of the ones we saw out front. How'd you just grab her like that?"
Shoo shurgged.
"Really, there's been a mistake," she said. "I don't work here."
"Sure, baby," Tom said, "and this isn't a cock."
Despite her vow not to look, she found herself staring at the rubbery length of meat the swarthy young man held out to her. She shuddered and looked away quickly. The head of it was big and it gleamed wetly at the tip, as if it was drooling.
"I don't work here!" she insisted. "My mother owns this damned place and she's going to be very angry if you don't let me go this instant."
"Hey, her mom's gonna get mad," Willy said, sarcastically. "Maybe we should hide?"
Pam started to jump up, to rush for the door, but Shoo stepped into her path. He raised the heavy automatic pistol from his side and aimed it at her.
"You'd better sit back down, beautiful," he said, "and do just what I say or I'm going to kill you."
The frightened girl gaped at the unwavering barrel. The wicked hole at its center was lined up with her adam's apple. Fighting back a wave of panic, she said, "My mother will have you all killed. "
"Fuck your mother!" Tom snapped. "And fuck that big spade of hers, too. If they mess with us, they're both going to be cold shit. We got nothing to lose anymore."
It was the foul language more than the underlying menace in his words that brought home to the girl the full extent of her plight. She was no more than a shout away from her Mom, from help, but she didn't dare make a sound because of the threat of the big man's gun.
"What are you going to do to me?" she said, her voice quavering.
Shoo laughed at that. Then the others joined in. It was not a pretty sound.
Pam could feel their eyes creeping over her firm young body, over the ripely swelling contours of her high-set breasts, over the smoothly sculptured lines of her hips and the slim taper of her legs.
"Take off all your clothes," Shoo demanded.
"Vf-what did you say?"
"You heard him," Willy chimed in. "Strip, baby, strip, unless you want him to tear them off you. He ain't gentle. Hell, he don't even know his own strength."
Pam almost fainted with horror at his words. To be at the mercy of three brutal leering men, within a few yards of her own mother, yet unable to cry out because of the gun ... to be forced to strip herself naked before their lewdly curious stares . . . to submit to their vile and lustful desires, as she was certain she must... she couldn't even bear to think of what was to happen next. It was like a nightmare come true.
She turned and glanced at the huge bulk of Shoo. His meaty hands were curling and uncurling at his sides, and there was a look of brutish anticipation on his grotesque face.
"Are you going to take 'em off, or do you want me to do it for you?" he growled.
With trembling hands, the voluptuous young blonde slowly drew her sweater up over her head.
"Look at that!" Tom exclaimed as her tautly upthrust breasts in their white satin brassiere cups came into view. "Would you look at them beautiful this"
Shoo licked his lips and said nothing.
Pam unzippered her skirt next and slid it reluctantly down the smooth ivory columns of her thighs. Willy's eyes glistened as she bent over to step out of it, the narrow crotchband of her white nylon panties caught enticingly in the cleft between her full, rounded buttocks.
She stood before them, five feet six inches of trembling, curvaceous, eighteen year old flesh, naked except for the flimsy white panties and brassiere. Her lower lips was quivering and her blue eyes were filled with tears.
"Come on," Shoo said impatiently. "Take off the rest."
"Oh, please," Pam whimpered. "Please don't make me do it! Please don't do it to me!" "Take 'em off!"
Still the girl hesitated. How could she reveal her most secret parts to these inhuman monsters?
"For Christ's sake, strip her, man!" Tom groaned.
The big man needed no second invitation. With a sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, he grabbed Pam's arm and twisted her wrist cruelly behind her so that she was forced to spin around and fall back against him. At the same time, he reached over her shoulder with his other hand, slipped his thick, dirty fingers into the soft white valley between her breasts, and ripped the flimsy brassiere from her body with a single powerful tug.
"Oh, oh, no! Noooo!" the blonde teenager wailed. But one threatening look from Shoo reduced her to quiet whimpering.
Tom's breath hissed between his teeth as he saw her ripe young breasts with their rose pink nipple buds spring out in defensive hardness. He jumped forward and hauled her panties down to her ankles with one swift movement of his hands . . . and then stayed crouching there before her, staring lustfully at the nakedly exposed triangle of blonde pubic hair beneath her trembling little belly.
Shoo made a gesture to Willy who quickly came around behind and caught the girl's arms. Then the big man reached out with his hand, groping between her silky thighs.
As his hard calloused fingers began experimentally stroking the softly resilient pussy curls, Pam closed her eyes, crimson at the indignity of being held there helpless while this bestial hoodlum pawed her obscenely exposed genitals. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she felt the tip of Shoo's middle finger part the tender fleshy folds surrounding her vagina and push itself into the moist warm depths of her pussy. She felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from the pressure as he chuckled with lustful glee.
"Man, oh, man," he gasped, "this title bitch is cherry! She is tighter than tight!"
The captive girl gasped with pain as her wrist was screwed even more cruelly up her back and the skinny man forced her to kneel on the bed. Her young face was set in a determined expression of defiance that seemed to increase as the inevitable assault of her defenseless body drew near. She was resisting them mentally with all her strength. Even the inhuman agony to which she was being subjected could not quench the intense fires of revulsion and hatred she felt for the three coarse and lustful faces surrounding her.
Willy forced her arm still farther up her back so that she was forced to bend over even further to escape the searing pain. Dimly, through-the waves of agony thundering in her veins, she heard Shoo say: "Okay, beautiful. Are you going to do walil you 're told without any trouble?"
Clenching her teeth tightly together, she refused to answer them.
"The man is talking to you," Willy said, warningly, twisting her wrist so far up between her shoulder blades that she thought her arm would break. "It isn't polite not to answer when you're spoken to."
Choking back a sob, Pam bit her lip and said nothing.
Shoo was angry. It would have calmed the bitterness raging within him to have this snobby chick, with her stuck up Eastern airs and her Ivy League breeding whimpering and begging for mercy before him.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach the little bitch a lesson," he said. "You guys can give me a hand."
Willy released the cruel hold on her wrist and savagely thrust her face down into the bedspread. A fist thudded into the side of her head, and she groaned and went suddenly limp, her naked body splayed wide and helpless, her arms and legs spread-eagled on the mattress. For a moment she trembled loose and quivering, only to tighten her muscles once more as she heard Shoo speak again.
"Hold her down and stop her squawking," he commanded. "And Tom, I'm gonna need your belt for a few minutes."
Harsh fingers tangled in Pam's blonde hair, dragging her head back as her own nylon panties were stuffed into her mouth. As she maoned behind the improvised gag, Willy reached down and caught her ankles and pulled her legs out straight. At the same time, Tom hauled her wrists over her head so that she was stretched betwen them like a victim on an ancient torture rack.
Shoo wound the buckle end of Tom's belt around his knuckles and flourished it experimentally over Pam's naked back. She cringed down into the mattress as she heard the leather whistle and sing through the air, her whole body shivering with helpless terror.
Then the big man struck, bringing the tip of the belt cracking down across the girl's unguarded buttocks.
"Ummmmmmmphhh!!" she tried to scream around the choking gag.
The three A.W.O.L. Marines chuckled viciously as he again lashed the belt down hard across her trembling white buttocks. On the harsh impact, her fleshy cheeks jerked and jounced wildly.
Pam uttered another muffled scream and her body flinched horribly, but she couldn't over come the strength of the two men holding her arms and legs.
Shoo fell into an easy rhythm, smacking the hard, hot leather rise and fall with a sinister hiss, making it crack into the soft, resilient meat of her firm young ass, tracing an agonizing path the whole length of her writhing, struggling form as her frantic cries were stifled by the panty-gag.
"Christ, what if somebody hears her?!" Tom said, worriedly. "She's making an awful racket even with that fucking gag.
Shoo paused, panting from the exertion of the beating he was administering. "This is a whorehouse, man. Chicks are squealing all the time. Nobody is going to notice." He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and then resumed the lashing.
The blet continued to rain down on Pam's sensitive skin for a seeming eternity of pain. As her body jerked again and again beneath the cruel blows raining down on her squirming back and buttocks, her dazed and tortured mind lost all sense of time.
Finally, the helpless girl felt the slobbery, tear drenched panties wrenched from her mouth and she heard Shoo's jeering voice.
"Now you can tell me what you want me to do to you," lie said, his voice thick with lust. "Beg me to give you some real man's cock!"
Pam moaned and clenched her teeth together, flailing her head from side to side. She thought she would die from the shame and agony of the unspeakable torture she was suffering at the hands of the three men, but still she could not bring herself to this final degradation they were demanding of her. She refused to utter a word.
The panties were immediately stuffed back into her mouth and Shoo started to beat her again, cracking the leather belt down across her quivering, red-welted flesh with increasing fury. He was going to break this proud little bitch if it was the last thing he did.
"I'm waiting, beautiful," he gasped,"snatching the gag from her mouth a second time. "Beg me to fuck you! Beg me!"
"Ohhhh! Oh, God! Please stop! You're killing me! God, I can't stand anymore! Please, no more!" she moaned.
"Beg me!"
"No, I can't. I can't. God, don't make me!" she pleaded shrilly. And then suddenly as he raised the belt once more, she could truly stand it no longer. The imprisoned teenager gave one final shuddering whimper and her body went limp on the bed.
Shoo lowered the belt and listened to the soft pleading mumblings that began to stream incoherently from the half open mouth pressed tightly into the coverlet.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . Do anything . . . Only, God! God, don't hit me anymore! No more!"
Willy and Tom leered at each other lasciviously as Shoo's grin widened with satisfaction. The pathetic whimperings of the young blonde's final admission of surrender were music to his ears. Breaking the will of this voluptuously beautiful college girl gave him a sense of power and importance, as had the senseless taking of the old man's life earlier in the evening.
Stepping aside, he threw Tom's belt back to him and nodded to his two companions to release the girl's arms and legs. There was no longer any reason to hold her. All the fight had gone out of her tortured and aching body and she was completely limp. She was his for the taking and he knew it. So did Willy and Tom as they gazed down at the prostrate form of the defeated young blonde.
"Look at her!" Willy moaned, staring avidly at the red weals crisscrosing Pam's tender silky skin. "Are you going to shove your dick up her now. man?"
Shoo jerked his thumb at the lewdly arching length of hard, male meat thumping upon his breastbone. "What do you think, man?" he said, giving the skinny man an obscene grin.
"Can I touch her? Can I just feel her up a little first?" Willy asked in a wheedling tone.
"Sure, go ahead," Shoo said magnanimously. "Take a sample. There's plenty there for all of us."
"You mean we're going to gangbang her?" Tom said, excitedly.
"No, stupid," Shoo said, "we're going to take turns." As he watched the skinny man lean over the bed and fondle Pam's soft resilient flesh, he wrapped his fist about the neck of his massive cock and began to masturbate.
The skinny man's dilated eyes hone brightly in the room light as his rough, coarse fingers moved over the rounded whiteness of her trembling buttocks, tweaking and kneading the flaccid mounds of yielding flesh with lustful anticipation.
Face down on the bed, Pam Walker lay unresisting before him, moaning in a daze of pain as her innocent virginal body shuddered uncontrollably.
"Okay, Willy, that's enough!" Shoo .said suddenly as she saw the skinny man's fingers begin pulling open the cheeks of the girl's buttocks and inserting themselves into the tight crevice between. "I'm gonna fuck her now!"
Pam lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the coverlet. Part of the panties they had used as a gag was clamped hard between her teeth to still the throbbing pain that racked her slender body and quiet the chattering of her jaws. She lay cowed, unable and not caring to move. All thoughts of resistance had been beaten out of her by the lashing belt. She felt a momentary urge to turn her head and show her defiance with a look, but here was no strength left in her now. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable rape they were going to subject her to.
Suddenly she felt Shoo's calloused fingers coursing over her back and she shuddered anew. She didn't try to resist because she feared that the pain might start up again. She knew now that her resistance could only be mental; a victory within herself.
"Turn around, beautiful," Shoo commanded above her. "Take a real close look at what you asked for ... a real man's prick!"
The girl neither moved nor answered until she felt his hand tangling in her hair and jerking her head up and a few inches off the bed. Her eyes opened in surprise, and her face convulsed with horror at the sight of the long, thick cock he held rigidly over her head. It was monstrous, an iron hard shaft webbed all along the underside with heavy, throbbing veins, and a purplish, bulbous head already glistening obscenely with the seminal fluid seeping from its tip. He had obviously worked himself into a state of lustful anticipation as he beat her with the belt. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his powerful torso . .. past the menacing cock with its heavy, sperm bloated balls, past the lean muscled belly and the thick tufts of brown hair around his maroon nipples, to the strong, brutal face staring maliciously down at her. A piteous and unspoken plea for mercy shone forth from her tear-rimmed eyes, but she saw none. The cold, unyielding eyes gazing back at her were implacable in their determination.
"Like it, beautiful?" he said, sadistically, bending it down until the wetly gleaming tip was a scant inch from her nose.
She tried to answer, but the cloying, sour smell of his loins from her voice deep in her chest.
"I said do you like it?!" he repeated, twisting her hair viciously in his hand.
"Yes! I like it!" she squealed, once more animated by sharp pain.
"That's just fine," he said, proudly, "because I'm going to shove it all up your tight little pussy."
The two other men laughed, picking up their own semi-erect cocks and beginning to masturbate, to get them ready for the round robin to follow.
"Hold her down until I get in," Shoo said, hoarsely.
His voice was husky from all the thrills he got just thinking about what he was going to do to this virginally seductive young blonde. His thickly distended cock ached like it had never ached in his life. He dropped to the bed and rolled across the full length of her inflamed back, his face pressed momentarily into the clean, soft odor of the long blonde hair glimmering the soft light.
Pam began to struggle weakly, but unseen hands thrust her harder down on the bed. Her arms were pulled to the sides of the bed and held in a vise-like grip that she couldn't break. Behind her, Shoo's hairy knees were forcing her legs apart.
She strained with all her might to keep her thighs closed but it was hopeless. At once, the breath surged from her lungs and her resistance broke. Shoo dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the bed, her toes hanging out over the sides of the mattress. A soft, helpless moan escaped from between her clenched teeth as the trembling girl felt the hardness of his penis make warm, wet contact" with the flesh of her inner thighs. Easing himself forward, the big man insinuated the full, lust-inflamed length of his throbbing cock along the narrow crevice of her buttocks.
Pam struggled again, but as her shoulders were held down so harshly against the bed, her movements were limited to her waist and hips. She squirmed wildly beneath him, the threshing of her ass-cheeks inciting him still further.
"Get up on your knees!" he growled into her ear.
She tried to stiffen her body more and press herself tighter into the mattress, but it was useless. Bitter tears of shame and anger and fear dripped from her cheeks, wetting the smooth fabric of the coverlet, as she felt Shoo's hot skin weighing down on her, covering the full length of her prostrate body. She froze knowing that whatever she did now could only worsen her position.
A hand seized the back of her neck, forcing her face down tight into the mattress, cutting off the pinioned girl's breath. She tried to cry out but her mouth wouldn't open, and in a moment she was dizzy from lack of oxygen and had to let her body go limp again. The hand was removed again and she gulped desperately at the life-giving air, filling her tortured lungs unable to concentrate on anything else. Now more hands were at her hips, pulling them powerfully up off of the bed, as somebody leaned cruelly on her shoulders, keeping her face and breasts thrust harshly down on the mattress.
By the time she had fully recovered her breath, her buttocks were waving lewdly high in the air and she made a momentary and fruitless lurch forward in a vain attempt to flatten them again. The hand was immediately replaced on her neck, pushing her face into the coverlet, cutting off her breath as before, forcing her to relax and stop struggling.
Pam knew she would eventually have to give in. There was nothing left now but the final degrading humiliation of submitting to their obscene desires. Her body was a mindless toy to be used as they wished in their animal quest of satisfaction, a satisfaction that would only be achieved when they had exploded their hot liquid desire deep inside her soft and resilient belly.
Kneeling behind her, Shoo gazed down at the seductive body that was now beyond all resistance and care, staring at the full white moons of her buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, his eyes glittering in hot uncontrolled desire. His semen bloated balls tingled and ,ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the teasing pink vaginal slit swaying lewdly before him without further hesitation. But he held himself back, purposely torturing himself in anticipation of the moment when he would slide his wetly gleaming cock deep in between those quivering asscheeks, deep into the narrow, untouched crevice of her Virginal cunt.
He wauled to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest. Having this stuck up little East coast virgin who was horrified at the thought of having a man's cock fucking up into her, suddenly turning animal and losing control over herself, forgetting who she was, where she was, all but the. overpowering need to be fucked until she climaxed! The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock. He'd waited long enough for a fuck. It was worth waiting a few minutes longer, taking a little time to bring her around.
Slowly, the unscrupulous man leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss on the narrow ridge of Pam's spine. If he wanted it that way, he knew this was the time for patience. The girl had passed the first stage of physical submission to violence: not the conquest of her mind and spirit must be achieved by caresses and tenderness. The unexpected switch from brutality to softness should catch her, in spite of her resistance, off guard.
The helpless hlonde teenager groaned slightly and her body shook at the moist contact of his lips. Then he backed off, running his tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her asscheeks, quivering high off the bed.
Shoo dropped his hands to her smoothly rounded buttocks, placed his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed gently outwards. As her muscles tensed a fresh, he eased off a little, still keeping up a constant, teasing pressure, until the clenched flesh of her inner thighs tried and began to relax. His face was poised on a level with the thin pink folds of her sensitive pussy, and as he watched his eyes gleaming, they parted slowly under the outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture forming, glistening on the petal-like lips and the soft msides of her thighs as she let her buttocks slip wider and wider apart with the fatigue and pain of resistance. She had geared her mind to a struggle against agony and humiliation, but not against tenderness and pleasure. She was not prepared for that.
He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and destroy the sudden trust building within her through the gentleness of the touch he was employing. His nose was a scant few inches from the silken blonde pubic hair mantling the tender flanges of her vagina and the heady female aroma drifting incitingly out of his flaring nostrils was one of youth and sweetness. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressed outwards and her secret cavern flowered open to his gaze until suddenly it was completely exposed and the moist inner flesh came tantalizingly into view, smooth and warm and glistening wetly with her secretions.
Shoo blew his hot breath softly into her. making her squirm and a faint moan escaped from her open mouth. The obscenely kneeling girl tried to move, but the pressure of Willy and Tom's hands on her shoulders held her tightly in place. She was quieted now, and her movements were, not prompted by fear or thoughts of escape, but by the automatic reflexes stemming from her reactions to Shoo's torturing touch on her secret flesh.
The sudden lessening of the pain had done something to her, something frightening. It had been like the release of a great weight pressing down on her and the unbelievable relief that follows the sudden lifting of such a weight. But now there was something else, something had replaced the cruel blows that had rained down on her helpless form only a few minutes before. It was soft and feather-like and it was moist. Moist and warm, tracing magical circles along the [ength of her naked and unprotected back. She shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of her buttocks.
There was a pressure from somewhere and Pam felt a cool rush of air race between her thumb-spread asscheeks as that pressure increased in intensity. She tried to clench them tightly in automatic rejection but the pressure remained, gentle and caressing, lingering on as her dazed mind puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she? What were the curiously tender creatures running over her sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling body as though they were human, only smaller and a thousand times more gentle?
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed. She allowed her buttocks to relax in a great feeling of warmth and peace, as suddenly her pussy felt open and wet as it had never felt before, with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again.
Pam resisted no longer, and another long low moaning mewl escaped her lips as she felt herself pulled open wide by the magical beings playing upon her. She tried to shift her shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the bed by hands whose touch she did not recognize. But it didn't matter. There was no longer the excruciating pain that had permeated her whole being. There was only a light sensation of floating, of being buoyed up on a soft, gentle, fleece-lined cloud whose very warmth allayed any suspicion of danger.
Shoo, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her buttocks wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could sense the confused thoughts racing through the blonde girl's mind and he knew he had won the battle as her buttocks slowly began to rotate in front of his excited face. He pried them wide, wide apart until all of her hair covered virginal furrow stood open and unprotected before his lascivious gaze, his for the taking.
He raised his head and pressed his face forward, thrusting his open mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. Pam squirmed and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't evade him. Then with one quick rush, he speared his tongue in between the warm, fleshy folds of her cunt.
The murderer heard his young captive gasp at the abrupt and unexpected entry into her soft wet cuntal passage and a surprised sigh smothered itself in the mattress. She had started forward at the first hotly teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but now she screwed her buttocks back hard against his obscenely buried face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue swirling maddeningly around inside of her. Her breath exploded down into the bed in a series of small quick gasps that muffled themselves in choking grunts. She began twisting her face harder and harder against the mattress as he curled and flicked his moistly probing tongue imbedded lewdly within her. Pushing his mouth even harder against her wide splayed pussy lips. Shoo worked his lips over the whole of her tongue-parted flaps, sucking and licking at it wildly as her buttocks gyrated uncontrollably around his face, smearing her sticky, fragrant goo everywhere.
"OHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" Willy exclaimed as he watched in awe the girl's sudden and complete surrender to the slavering face buried in her cunt. "Would you look at that little bitch screw!"
Tom made no reply. He had taken one hand from her shoulder and was pressing it tight around the blood thickened root of his erect cock. Almost of its own volition, his other hand strayed away, too . . . there was really no longer any need to grasp the subjugated girl so firmly . . . and it began to course up and down the quivering white flesh of her back.
Shoo worked slave-like behind the kneeling blonde, his tongue plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing from her trembling cunt with a sucking, sluicing sound that drowned the continuous moan that was now drooling from her mouth. He withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from the scalding depths of her smooth, warm passage and found the little erect shaft of her throbbing clitoris, pushing his face farther into the moist shuddering crevice ;is lie suckiMl jnd teased ;it it with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks in lewdly inciting figure eights of desire.
"Oooooooh! OOOOHH AAHHHHHHH!" she chanted softly, her mind and body completely out-of-control at the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins.
With a salacious and triumphant satisfaction, he felt the muscles of her bullocks tensing and contracting around the outside of his slaving cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive him out of his mind.
Pam's cunt flowered open wider and wider, its hotly sliding wetness increasing with every wicked thrust of his tongue into her widely stretched hole. The moisture ran in warm trickles down the side of the mans' cheeks as they pressed tightly into the softness of her buttocks, enveloping his face in warmth, and down the inside of her smoothly working loins into the tender inner flesh of her hollowing thighs.
Damn, he thought, the little blonde bitch was almost ready to pop off!
He could sense it from the abandoned tempo of her wildly squirming body and he knew it was lime, time ram his cock into her virginal softness. He wanted to feel it throbbing around him when the snotty little rich bra! reached that climax that was now so near, wanted to explode his boiling sperm inside her in time with her own gasping cries of fulfillment. His anticipation building deep in his cum-swollen testicles as he worked at her steaming loins with his punishing mouth.
Panting with lustful abandon, Shoo slithered to his knees and slotted his hips into the now wetly glistening opening of her buttocks.
"Do it, man! Do it!" Willy moaned.
Tom nodded excitedly. His own cock was held tightly in his milking hand.
Kneeling behind the frenzied girl, Shoo held the rigidly throbbing shaft of his cock between his fingers with the hard rubbery head poised right at her tight elastic cuntal opening. With lust-glazed eyes he watched the tiny wet pussy lips expanding and contracting like the mouth of a fish gasping desperately for air on the surface of a neglected bowl. His body ached all over at the thought of this lovely young girl kneeling in abject servitude before him, to be used as he wished for as long as he wanted. He visualized her lying on her back with the dainty strength of those slender legs locked tightly around the small of his back, pulling him into her with a savage burst of feminine passion. But that could wait until later! Right now his penis and halls ached so intolerably that he knew he had to stuff il into her before it was too late. If he delayed much longer, he would empty his sperm all over those soft white buttocks waving helplessly before him.
There was only a finger's breadth now between her fully exposed pussy and the end of his bulging cock, and he pressed her asscheeks still wider apart to see it more clearly. His cock jerked with impatience when the tiny puckered anus nestling in its hairless furrow came teasingly into view. For a moment he was tempted to take her there. But the thought passed from his mind as another drop of moisture welled slowly from the tip of his tortured penis. He had to have it now or it would be too late. He couldn't hold back another instant.
He moved forward, sliding his knees as far up between her wide stretched thighs as he could, guiding his long thick cock forward between his forefinger and his thumb, gently parting the curly blonde pubic fur with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the hot soft outer folds of the fleshy cuntal lips close wetly over his bulbous cock head.
He groaned.
Never in his entire life had he felt anything so soft and tender! Trapped between the delicious layers of wet and ready flesh, he allowed his cock to lie there throbbing for a moment. The lewd contact of his quivering pole rammed in between her milkwhite thighs incited him to a further frenzy of lust and all the bitterness and frustration of his life suddenly surged forward with him into the warm wet pussy of the groaning young virgin in front of him. He gasped aloud with relief as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt slip soothingly over and then enclosed the rock hard length of his surging penis.
"Uhhhh! UHHHHH!!!: Pam screamed. "Stop! STOP ITU You're tearing me apart!!"
She sobbed and groaned beneath him as he plowed relentlessly through the tender membrane of her hymen, cruelly ripping her virginity away in one lust-crazed lunge. In spite of the young girl's feverish arousal, the narrow passage of her cunt was too small for the big man's huge, blood thickened penis. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden assault which had taken her completely by surprise.
She had passively accepted the strangely consoling caresses her beaten body had received after the brutal indignities it had suffered. But now the mood had changed again. Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had seemed so far away and unreal, gone the hallucinatory stroking that set the nerves of her spine quivering, and gone the daze that had encompassed her mind and transported her into another world of half-conscious esctacy. With the unexpected assault into her most secret passage, she was suddenly thrust back again into the reality of the big bed in the tiny room as she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept apart by the hoodlum's lust-engorged cock tunneling mercilessly up between her legs from behind.
"Man, this cunt is tight!" she heard the big man exclaim. "God, what a tight little pussy!" And then he inched his pulsating hardness a few more inches deeper inside her.
Pam squealed suddenly, though not so much from pain this time, as from the sudden and degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped in this room, on this bed, between the hands of the killers in front of her and the raping cock skewering into her from behind. Again she screamed for Shoo to stop, helpless tears of humiliation and frustration flooding once more from her terror stricken eyes. But there was no respite. The cruel intrusion deep into her dilated vagina grew and grew before high uncontrolled assault until suddenly she felt the weight of strong muscular loins crushing against her buttocks and his hard rubbery cockhead rammed roughly up against the tender cushiony tip of her cervix deep - inside her quivering belly.
"Man!" Shoo breathed, looking up to meet the lustfully excited stares of Tom and Willy at the head of the bed. "I'm in her to the hairs!"
Pam moaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep down into the mattress by the brutal pressure on her loins. Her ravished vagina felt as stretched and torn as if it had been impaled on a telephone pole. She tried to fight against him clenching her buttocks together in a desperate attempt to push the lewdly invading shaft of male hardness back out again. But her efforts were useless. Her frantic writhing only incited him more as her cuntal muscles clasped around him, wetly and warmly enclosing him while the huge cock throbbed and grew inside her until her belly felt stretched and filled beyond all possible imagination.
The young teenager's back ached horribly from the cruel position in which she had been held for so long and she tried to move, but the hands which had been holding her down were now back on her shoulders. There were other hands, too, hands lustfully roaming the length and breadth of her body. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had secretly slipped in between her flesh and the mattress, hard cruel fingers that tweaked her tender budlike nipples into involuntary hardness. Another hand traced the ridges of her cruelly bent spine, following it down the deep slit of her buttocks, where a finger suddenly thrust deep into the confines of her virginal anus.
"I got a finger in her asshole!" Willy wailed. "Man, oh, man, oh, man!"
"Uhhh!" Pam grunted, humping as though she had been stung at the first unexpected and painful intrusion, then froze to ease the torture of the unnatural invasion. The dual ravishment of her loins, with the skinny man's long thick finger implanted deep in her rectum, increased the feelings of shame and humiliation sweeping over her tenfold. She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the lustfully excited Willy drilled his raping finger deeper, circling it around the rubbery depths of her anal passage until she thought her rectum would split from the unbearable pressure. The hand cupping her naked breasts from beneath twisted and squeezed with brutal insistence, teasing and pulling at every inch of their swelling young firmness until she felt they too would burst from the painful manipulation.
Still kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Shoo flared his nostrils and began to fuck in and out of her with long, plunging strokes. His strong, thick hands grasped firmly on the round curves of her hips, the moist sheath stretched hot vagina allowing more access, now back and forth over the rigidly throbbing thickness of his cock as though he were thrusting a finger into a Vaseline-filled rubber glove.
But this still wasn't enough for him. He had to have even more from this proud little bitch who wouldn't even have spit on his if she'd seen him in the street. He wanted her bent completely to his will. Raising his hand, he brought it smacking down hard across her quivering buttocks.
"UHHH!" she howled at the startling, stunning impact.
"Move that smooth little ass, beautiful!" he hissed. "Let's see you shake it up, shake it up good!"
Pam gave a muffled scream and complied without hesitation. She knew enough by now to realize that the first blow would only be followed by more if she defied this dangerous man. Her buttocks rotated slightly as she tried an experimental little hump, and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass back against his hard driving pelvis as he thrust more and more fiercely into her.
Again and again she groaned aloud as she bucked at his command, feeling his fingers kneading and squeezing in wild abandon at her roundly straining buttocks. He jerked the skinny man's finger from her anus and replaced it with his own in a brutal thrust deep into the rubbery passage that brought a fresh scream bubbling from the teenager's lips.
He rammed his massive cock into her with a fury that was incited every second to further lustful frenzy by the sight of her obediently bucking body. Her respiration had become one long continuous moan gasped out into the room with her face turned sideways on the mattress so he could watch with lewdly gleaming eyes the total effect he was having on her.
Her lips opened and closed half in torment, half in humiliation and shame at the sudden uncontrollable feelings of wantonness and desire beginning to surge through her imprisoned body.
At the same time, the helpless blonde was consumed with fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her naked flesh. Then suddenly the mattress sank in front of her face as a heavy weight descended on it. Fingers fumbled at her gasping lips, trying to pry her jaws apart . . . and she felt a spongy wet sensation pressing hotly around her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw to her horror a long and swarthy penis pulsating thickly in front of her face.
Tom who could no longer take the sight of Shoo fucking into her from behind, had sat on the bed and wriggled himself beneath her head, which was now pressed tightly into his naked loins as his legs splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
With the flat of his palm, he pushed on her forehead so that her head was forced back and he could thrust the blood-filled tip of his cock between her quivering lips.
Pam mumbled in terror and tried to turn her head away, but the wheezing young man held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips firmly together and try to keep the glistening instrument out.
But Tom was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He struggled against their softness, feeling them part little by little until suddenly with the help of an extra hard lunge from Shoo fucking into her cunt from the rear, she opened her mouth to gasp. The broadly throbbing penis crushed through her soft lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth, slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
Tom, in his lust-incited state, began to screw his hips up and down towards the helpless blonde's face with his thick cock sliding in and out of her ovalled mouth. His hands hold her head in a vise-like grip, with the palms pressed hard against her ears. She struggled mentally against the additional rape of her mouth, but it was useless to resist. He quickened his thrusts to match those of his friend fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling the lust bloated shaft all the way out, but always leaving the huge, bulbous tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of her mouth.
Pam closed her eyes, her agony and humiliation knowing no bounds. She felt numbed and devoid of sensation. In a trance like state, she watched with glazed eyes the dark-fleshed length of throbbing cock and the drumtight sack of scrotum beneath.
"Suck, you little whore! Suck! Tom ordered harshly above her head.
There was nothing she could do but obey. She was conditioned to follow their every command in her fear of the pain that would follow if she refused. Slowly her lips began to nibble at the lewdly thrusting rod as she coughed and sputtered at the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think about what she was doing, what she was being forced to do . . . but it didn't work, she couldn't block it out. Toms' hairy testicles were bouncing against her chin and there was a stale odor of sweat around his loins that filled her nostrils with a constant reminder of the cruel and depraved attack she was suffering.
Behind the doubly skewered teenager, Shoo could feel himself building towards his climax. Every sensation in his body seemed to be draining away towards his pelvis, suffusing his veins with tremors of liquid fire. It couldn't be long now, he thought wildly. And he began to fuck into her uplifted cunt still harder, increasing the tempo, battering mercilessly with his hips into her quivering asscheeks. His hands gripped feverishly at her hips, squeezing the soft tender flesh into random distorted shapes beneath his fingers. With his lips bared back from his teeth, he stared lustfully at her slender, bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Tom's swarthy cock disappearing into the chalky whiteness of her face rocketed chills of lewd sensation along his spine, and with his thumb he tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin moons far apart so he could watch his own thick cock disappearing between the moist pink flanges of her cunt.
As the huge man slaved behind the ravished teenager, his eyes flickered wantonly back to her tender pink lips clasping and unclasping around the angry red cock of his companion who was forcing her to suck him at the other end of the bed.
She worked in a daze at the command of Tom's fingers, licking and sucking like a hungry child as he made her follow with her hips his every thrust into the tender shelter of her mouth.
At the same time, the frenzied Willy upped and kneaded the lewdly jiggling breasts hanging beneath her bucking torso with a cruel hard pressure that kept jerking her mind away from the relentless rape of her mouth and cunt.
The saliva flooding her mouth increased and increased, thickening as emissions of sticky seminal fluid seeped from the end of Tom's cock and flowed into its warm depths. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing face. His long sensuous fingers were curled tightly into her blonde hair, slipping her mouth up and down his thrusting fleshy staff as though it was another cunt into which he was plowing the full force of his animal lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her mouth until it seemed to swell up into every crevice in her head. And in spite of her piteous moans, Tom still continued his fierce forward thrusting as though he wanted to meet the hard cruel penis skewering into her belly from behind.
Pam had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her whole life, and she sucked wildly with her mouth and gyrated her buttocks frenziedly in an effort to end the torture as quickly as she could. That was all that was left now . . , to please them as well as she could in her innocence and pray it would be all they would demand. Yet somehow, somewhere, and this was the most terrifying thing of all, deep down in the depths of her consciousness tiny flickers of forbidden pleasure were beginning to tremble in response to the savage misuse of her body. As she had reacted earlier to the tender ministrations of Shoo's tongue, so now at last, she found herself a prey to unwanted desire at the thought of the obscene ravishment of her mouth and loins.
In front of her Tom jerked suddenly as though he had received an electric shock. His hips writhed tightly up into her face to sink the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. As she gurgled and fought for breath, the bulging rod erupted into the warm wet interior of her ovalled lips, his hot thick sperm squirting into her mouth in raging gusts. It went on and on for a seeming eternity, her mouth filling with the pungent taste of the viscous, cream-like fluid as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating as she fought to get rid of the bursting dam of his sperm. Pam had lost all sense of time when at last it jerked a final jerk and began to soften between her sucking lips and under her swirling tongue.
A moment later. Ins deflated cock slipped wetly from between her lips and his hands pulled her head limply forward to lie trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
She could still feel the rubbery soft cockhead pressed against her cheek when there was a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last, ass-crushing rush as Shoo, fucking mercilessly into her from the other end of the bed, spared his throbbing penis as far as it would go up into her naked belly and began spewing his hot, sticky semen against the walls of her no longer virginal cunt.
He groaned aloud with lustful satisfaction as his copious sperm flooded out to fill her vaginal sheath in wild shuddering spurts. She could feel it shooting hotly into her and filling the depths of her belly until she thought her insides would burst, and then oozing slowly back out again around his still jerking cock. After several convulsive throbs of his cock between the softly quivering cheeks of her ass, he fell forward over her back, pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated figure of his companion who had just forced her to suck him dry.
After a minute there was a movement of bodies and Pam felt herself sliding down to the bed as Tom slipped out from under her and Shoo lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool rush of air between her legs as his spent penis withdrew from her wet and ravished loins, leaving a long thread of milky sperm glistening lewdly across her inner thigh, trailing up between her puffy, swollen labia.
The ravished young blonde rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, unable to move and no longer caring how she looked. She had never felt so debauched and lost in all her life . . . and to add to the confusion of her thoughts was the unmistakable and growing conviction that something still was wrong. The uninvited and unwanted devils of desire first aroused by Shoo's slathering tongue and later incited by the twin rape of her mouth and cunt were clamoring for recognition. Unbelievable as it seemed, the brutal violation of her defenseless body had stimulated a lustful passion that smoldered still in the quivering depths of her loins. The devils danced along her veins . . . and the very thought of her debasement, of her innocent body being buffeted between the two men like a helpless rag doll, in some strange masochistic way increased the intensity of their dance.
Now, unfulfilled without knowing it, she lay inert on the bed. Dimly she was aware of hands crawling over the sticky wetness of her thighs, still damp from Shoo's cum. Unmoving, slit; felt rough fingers course through her semen soaked pubic hair, once more splaying apart the tender, swollen lips of her vagina.
Through half closed eyes, the ravaged teenager looked up to see the skinny figure of Willy kneeling between her open legs, the thick fleshy pole of his cock poised lewdly in his hand, ready to plunge into her.
With obscenely gleaming eyes, he leered down at her open cunt. "Get ready to shake that thing, baby," he said, sinking the bulbous head between the wet softness of her vaginal lips. "Cause here I come!"
Chapter Seven
Wanda looked up from the paperwork on her desk when Rosey popped his head in the door to her office.
"Sorry to bother you," he said, "but there's a girl out here who says she wants to see you about a job."
"Well?" Wanda said.
Rosey grinned. "She's absolutely gorgeous," the black man said. "You're gonna love her. Blonde and blue eyed. A real doll."
"And what's this doll's name?"
"Jill," he said, "Jill Marshall. "
A chill rippled up Wanda's spine. "Jill Marshall did you say?" she asked.
"That's what she said. What's the matter? Wow! You look about as poorly as she did when she walked into the lobby," Rosey said.
Wanda shuddered. Jill Marshall was a close friend of her daughter's, but she had a horrible feeling that it wasn't Jill who was out there in the lobby ... it was Pam.
"This girl, what did she say? What did she look tike?" she asked curiously.
"I asked her if she was looking for work. She said she wanted to see you, Mrs. Walker, and I figured she must be looking for a job. She said she was and that her name was Marshall. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, blonde, real nice long legs . . ."
"Hell!" Wanda cried. "Dammit to hell!"
"Ma'am?"
The charade that had spanned almost two decades was over. She was positive that Pam had finally found her, found out what the Golden Venus was, what she was. Instead of feeling terrible about it, in a way, Wanda felt relieved. The cat was out of the bag and there was nothing to worry about anymore . . . nothing except whether or not her daughter was ever going to speak to her again.
"Let's go meet this Jill," she said, heaving a sigh.
The two of them walked back to the lobby.
"Where is she?" Wanda said, exasperatedly.
"I left her sitting right there," Rosey said.
"This better not be some kind of practical joke," Wanda warned him.
"Her suitcase." he said. "I put it over here." He retrieved the bag and brought it over to Wanda.
It was Pam's valise, all right, but where had Pam gone?! The idea that her virginal young daughter was running around a whorehouse unescorted didn't fill Wanda's maternal heart with joy.
"What happened to the girl who was sitting here?!" she demanded of the girls around the couch.
The whores exchanged puzzled looks.
"I think she wandered off down the hall," one of them ventured. "I didn't pay much attention."
"Come on, Rosey!" Wanda said, stomping off towards the corridor. When the two of them were far enough away from the girls in the lobby so as not to be overheard, she said, "I think that girl who said her name was Jill is my daughter, Pam."
"What?! I didn't know you . .."
"Nobody did," she said, cutting him off. "And she wasn't supposed to know about this place! Wipe that smile off your face, Rosey!"
The big man tried to stop grinning. "You a mama," he said, "man, that is something."
"You can chortle over that later," she told him. "Right now, we've got to find her. I don't want her running around this place. She might have stumbled into one of the rooms. Who knows?! But we must be discreet as we're checking. Don't go barging in on anyone, understand?" "Of course,'" he said.
"I'll start at this end and you start at the other," she told him. "We'll meet in the middle."
The two of them began checking the rooms, knocking lightly on the door before pushing it open a crack and peeking in. They worked their way back to the middle of the corridor without finding anything.
"The last two doors," Wanda said, taking the one on the right.
Rosey stepped to the opposite side of the hall and tapped on the door, pressing his ear up against it.
Pam's Mom knocked on her door and got an immediate response.
"Go away!" a gruff male voice said.
The tone of the voice bothered Wanda. She put her ear to the door. Through it she could hear the unmistakable sounds of fucking, the creaking of a bed, the squishy noises of a cock sliding into a wet cunt. She could also hear a faint, plaintive mewl.
"Rosey!" she whispered, waving him over at once. "She's in there and ... oh. God! God!"
The black man's eyes narrowed to slits as he gripped the door knob. He shoved the door in and lunged into the tiny room with Wanda close on his heels.
Two of the four nude figures on the bed rolled away, leaving a man and a woman lewdly entwined.
"NOOOO!!" Wanda shrieked.
The female was her own daughter, her no longer virginal daughter, the lovely creature she'd tried so hard to protect and keep from the tawdry life she'd been forced to lead. The female was humping belly to belly with a skinny little fellow, greedily making his big hard cock slide in and out of her pussy. He wasn't the first, either. Wanda could see the pale, sugary residue of dried semen around her mouth and the center of the bed was stained with a huge wet spot.
"Why you dirty little . . ." Rosey began, lunging for the still-humping Willy.
"Let's not get excited," Shoo said, sticking the muzzle of the .45 into the side of Rosey's big black head. "Let's be real nice and calm."
"He's got a gun!" Wanda cried.
"Calm, lady," Shoo said, "or I waste your employee here."
Wanda shut up . . . about the gun. "For God's sake, make him stop!" she said. "That's my daughter!"
"It doesn't look to me like your daughter wants him to stop," the big man said, grinning obscenely at the way the blonde teenager was fucking Willy back, flipping her sperm coated ass up from the bed, making her hot little cunt gobble his thick cock.
"Pam! Pam, stop!" Wanda groaned.
But the girl would not. She moaned and thrashed under the wildly rutting killer like a seasoned whore. The sight of her own precious daughter moving like that under a man made Wanda physically ill. She gagged into her hand, tasting bitter, bitter bile.
Finally. Willy started to cum. At the feel of his hot, sticky semen jetting into her pussy, Pam went crazy, lifting her legs high in the air, tipping her convulsing little cunt up to receive the full benefit of all that battering meat.
Everyone in the room, except for Wanda, watched the little dance grind to a halt.
"OK, Willy get your dick out of her and hold this gun," Shoo said. "Keep it aimed on the chick's mother."
Willy did as he was told, pulling the gleaming red length of his still throbbing penis from Pam's ravaged little pussy.
The blonde teenager let out a moan of satisfaction as the big cock popped moistly from the mouth of her cunt. The look in her eyes was pure ga-ga. She didn't know where she was or who she was.
"Oh, Pam!" Wanda murmured, tears streaming down her face.
Willy took the gun from Shoo and pointed it at Wanda, giving her body a lewd once over.
"OK, the deal is," Shoo said to the no longer smiling Rosey, "me and my friend there are going to kick the living crap out of you and you're not even going to lift a finger to defend yourself. . . cause if you make one move on us, Willy is going to blow the lady away. Got that?"
Rosey winced.
"They're crazy!" Wanda said. "Psychos!"
The black man turned his head to look at his boss .. . and Shoo swung on him. It was a straight punch, straight from the shoulder and it snapped Rosey's head back. The bouncer did not, however, raise his hands to protect himself.
"That's what I like," Shoo said, hitting him again and again, grunting from the power he was putting into the blows.
Blood gushed from Rosey's nostrils and poured all down over the front of his white suit, but the man kept his hands at his sides and kept his feet.
"Come on, Tom," Shoo said. "Get yourself some of this! Help me kick his butt!"
Tom came around behind the huge man and sent a brutal kick slamming into his kidneys.
"Ooof!" Rosey croaked, doubling over.
"That's it! Wail on him!" Shoo said, swinging wildly at Rosey's head and face.
Tom unleashed another snapping kick, this time to the man's ass, driving his foot up under the curve of it, trying to connect with his balls.
"Shit! Shit!" Shoo cried, his eyes wild with glee. "I wish I had me a damned two by four! I'd bust his head good!"
"Stop!" Wanda cried. "Rosey! Fight back! Don't let them hurt you like that!!"
But the black man was taking all the punishment they could dish out and still staying on his feet. The longer he stayed up, the more infuriated the two attackers became.
"Go down, you bastard!" Shoo howled, throwing brutal punches up into his solar plexis, punches that would've put a normal man flat on his ass.
Tom was still working on him from behind, kicking his butt, his kidneys, his knees.
"Rosey!" Wanda whimpered.
"Shut up, lady!" Willy said, gesturing menacingly with the barrel of the gun.
"Ohhhhhh!" Pam moaned, pushing up from her back on the bed. She blinked her eyes dazedly, taking in the vicious brutality being meted out to the bouncer, then turning and staring into her Mom's ashen face.
"I'm so sorry, Pam," Wanda said.
"You're gonna be a lot somer if you don't shut that big yap!" Willy told her emphatically.
The torrent of all out blows were taking their toll on Rosey. He staggered, his knees wobbling as the two men continued to pummel him.
"Kill him! Kill him!" Shoo screamed.
The big killer's arms had given out. He couldn't throw another punch, but he could kick . . . and kick he did.
"Unnnnnhhf!" Shoo grunted slamming his foot up into the black man's unprotected groin. He could feel something squish under the ball of his foot.
"ArrrriTghghhhhh!" Rosey groaned, clutching his crotch.
"Kick his balls!" Shoo commanded.
Tom concentrated on doing just that, timing his kicks to alternate with those of his partner coming from the front. They wailed on his crotch unmercifully, raining kicks over every inch of it.
Somehow, Rosey stood up to the punishment . . . but not for long. After a dozen kicks from both sides, he crumpled up into a heap on the floor, clutching his belly as he dry heaved his guts out.
"How do you like that?" Shoo said into his pain contorted face.
Rosey couldn't answer, but that's what the big killer wanted. He wanted to see the bigger, meaner man rolling on the floor in agony, totally helpless to defend himself.
"Gimmie that gun!" Shoo said.
Willy handed it over.
"What are you going to do?" Tom said, watching with concern as the big man levered a live round into the pistol's chamber.
"We can't have this dude coming up on us," Shoo said, aiming the gun at the vomiting man's head.
"No! God, no! Don't shoot him!" Wanda cried.
Shoo gave her a sour look.
"What's with you lady," he said, "you got a thing for Sambo, here?"
"Please, don't shoot him!" she said.
"Do you like 'em big and black?" Willy said, moving over beside Wanda.
"He's a good man," she cried. "A thousand times better than you'll ever be. He deserves to live!"
"I think she's getting it on with Sambo," Shoo said to Pam. "Your mama's making it with a coon. How does that grab you?"
Pam felt her face flush. She hated herself for the involuntary reaction.
"My Mom can do anything she wants," Pam said, defiantly.
"Sure, she's a big old whore," Tom said, chuckling. "I bet she's got a big old cunt, too."
"I wonder how big this dude's dick is?" Shoo said. "You there, mama, get over here and pull it out for us."
"With your tongue!" Willy said, excitedly, reaching out and grabbing hold of Wanda's big soft breasts.
She twisted away from his touch, glaring daggers at him.
"Pull it out or well make the kid do it," Shoo said, threateningly.
"No! I'll do it," she said. "Mom!"
"It's all right, Pam," Wanda said. "Better me than you."
"Hey, she's just jiving you, kid," Willy said, evilly, "she doesn't want to share her big old stud with you!"
"Get to it, mama," Shoo said, waving the gun at her.
Wanda leaned down over the wretching man. She hated to do this to him, to further humiliate him in front of these grinning animals, but she knew that Rosey was a strong person, a real man, that he could hold up under the strain.
"Whip it out, just like you do at home!" Willy said.
Shoo reached over and grabbed Pam by the hair, cruelly pulling her over to the edge of the bed so she could watch her Mom withdraw the black man's cock from his fly with her tongue.
"You got a ringside seat," he told her.
Wanda unbuttoned Rosey's fly and started to reach in with her hand.
"The tongue! Use the tongue!" Tom corrected her, shaking a scolding finger at her.
Wanda did not look up at her daughter's face, nor did she look at the face of her employee. She did whisper to him, though.
"I'm sorry," she kept repeating over and over.
Then she pressed her face tight to the front of his open fly and pushed her tongue inside.
"Would you look at her go!" Willy croaked.
As Wanda touched the warm, velvety skin of Rosey's flaccid penis, she told herself that the act she was performing was not repugnant in and of itself, but only when there was an audience of sex-crazed baboons.
"Mama's getting it, all right," Shoo said, sliding his hand around to cup Pam's smooth buttocks.
Wanda managed to get the soft rubbery head of his cock turned in the right direction, then fastened her pursed lips to it. She sucked the bulb into her mouth, holding it gently between her teeth, and drew her head back, pulling the thick ebony sausage out of his fly.
"Go for it!" Tom said, gaping excitedly as the lovely woman showed them all the big black penis between her widely ovalled pink lips.
"That doesn't help us much, does it, guys?" Shoo said, pushing two fingers up Pam's cunt from behind and starting to finger fuck her in a slow, insinuating rhythm.
His finger thrusts were so brutal, however, that the girl couldn't help but cry out as he dug deeply into her softness of her orgasmed cunt.
Wanda jerked at the sound of her daughter's pain, but she did not let Rosey's penis slip from her lips.
"We want to see him hard!" Willy said. "With a boner on!" Tom said. "How else can we tell how big he really is?" Shoo said.
Wanda could see his hand moving behind her daughter's bare bottom and she could hear the nasty squishy sound his fingers made as they dove into her tender young pussy. That sound sent shivers up her maternal spine.
"Get him up, mama," Shoo said.
"Get him up, quick!" Willy added. "Or we'll turn that big black dick over to the kid."
Wanda began bobbing her head, sliding the limp cock through the tight, sucking ring of willing lips. She hadn't given head for a long time, but it wasn't exactly a thing a girl forgot. It was like riding a bicycle. She thanked the powers that be that Rosey was a clean man. His cock didn't taste sour and rank like some she'd sucked in her time. It was just very smooth and warm . . . and oh so very big.
"How'd you like some of that, huh, baby?" Shoo crooned to Pam, his fingers rubbing incitingly over her already over stimulated clitoris.
"Uhhhh!" the teenager moaned, pushing her hips back into his stabbing digits, making her breasts sway enticingly from her chest.
"She ain't doing so hot, is she?" Tom said, watching the glistening but still limp shaft slide through her lips.
"We're going to give you another minute, mama," Shoo said. Then it's daughter's turn."
It wasn't fair! Wanda thought. Poor Rosey was still half unconscious. He probably couldn't even feel anything she was doing to him. But she had to get him hard! She had to spare her daughter at least that humiliation!
Wanda's lips made moist sucking sounds as they slid up and down his brown cockshaft. She swirled her tongue tip rapidly back and forth, sweeping it over the pendulous folds of his nerve bundle. She did her damndest, driving her lips all the way to the fuzzy root of his cock.
Just when she thought she'd failed, she realized that she couldn't quite get her hips down as far on the shaft as she could a second or so before. Then she felt a firm pulse between her lips.
"Ummmm!" she moaned as the black cock throbbed and grew in her mouth, filling her cheeks to overflowing with hard male meat.
"He's getting hard!" Tom said, pointing a finger at the stiffening penis.
It no longer hung limp from his fly, but stuck out rigidly, arching up from the gaping slit like a gnarled tree limb. And Wanda was doing her best to keep it coming up. She bobbed her head furiously; able to only take two thrids of the thing down her throat now, but going to town on what she could swallow. Her pink lips clasped and unclasped about the brown shaft as she drove the huge, glistening bulb deep,in her gullet.
"Look at mama go!" Shoo said, pushing Pam's face down close to the action.
"Make her suck him off, Shoo!" Willy said, aroused.
"Yeah," Tom chimed in, "we want to see her eat his cum!"
Wanda moaned into the still-growing shaft. The girth of it made her jaws feel like they were about to split apart. And the head rasped over the back of her ..throat, pushing over the back of her tongue and boring down the tight, unnatural passage. He was too big! she thought desperately. Too big!
"Mama sure likes her dick, don't she?" Willy said.
"Harder, you whore!" Tom said. Harder, or we're all going to fuck your sweet daughter up her sweet ass!"
Though the pain brought tears to her eyes, Wanda continued to bob her head, to force the throat busting rod in and out of her mouth. Come on, Rosey! she thought. Come on and cum!
The big man was beginning to respond. His hips started to squirm a little, to push against her breathless lunges.
"Go, mama, go!" Tom cried, reaching down and giving her a swat on the ass.
Wanda jerked at the stinging blow and sucked harder, making her cheeks go concave about the bulging cock.
"Shit!" Willy exclaimed. "I can see the head of his dick right through her goddam cheeks!"
"Oooooh!" Rosey groaned and his ass began to flip in earnest.
Wanda felt something hot and thick spurt over the back of her tongue and she knew it was happening for him. She whimpered and held onto his hips, trying to keep on sucking, to keep on swallowing.
"He's cumming!" Willy cried.
"Let's see," Shoo said, reaching down and grabbing hold of Wanda's hair. He brutally jerked back on it.
"Uhhh!" she whined as her mouth was torn from the head of his fountaining cock.
The gleaming brown bulb slipped from her lips and jerked wildly, sending thick ropy strands of white semen spurting over her upturned, unguarded face.
"God!" she gasped, as Shoo held her by the hair, forcing her to remain still while the black man's cock sent sticky spattering gobs of cum shooting all over her face, over her hair, her forehead, her eyebrows, her nose, her cheeks, her mouth, her chin.
"She loves it!" Tom whimpered, his own cock firming up at the sight of the lovely woman getting a hot sperm bath.
"Get it all!" Shoo said, pushing her face down onto the spitting bulb.
Wanda let the violently throbbing thing slip back between her lips. It shot into her mouthlike greased lightning, lubricated as it was by all that slick semen.
"Eat it! Eat it!" the men chanted.
Wanda swallowed Rosey's cum until she thought her belly would burst and then his orgasm faded and the steady flow of sperm stopped abruptly. She let his spent penis slip from her lips. It flopped down across his muscular thigh, still oozing white at the tip.
"Man, that was really something!" Tom said, playing with his rock hard cock.
Shoo looked around at Willy, then he grinned. "I guess we're all ready for another go around."
All three of them were sporting rigidly hard erection.
"This time," he said, "let's do the mama." "What?!" she gasped.
"Strip, whore!" Tom demanded, menacingly.
Chapter Eight
"You heard us, lady," Shoo said, "Get out of those clothes and get that ass of yours up on the bed. We're going to fuck the hell out of you!"
"Ohhh!" Rosey said, struggling feebly to push up from the floor.
"Hey, look, he wants some more!" Tom said.
"Give it to him. Shoo!" Willy said.
"Do you really want some more?" Shoo said, leaning over the bed and addressing the groggy bouncer.
"Uhhh!" Rosey said, shaking his head to clear it.
"Have it your way," Shoo said, raising the heavy pistol high overhead and bringing it down in a vicious arc, smashing it into the side of the helpless man's skull.
Rosey slumped back to the floor, his jaw slack, the muscles of his face twitching and jumping. "Animals!" Wanda gasped.
"Show us some skin, mama," Shoo said, removing his gleaming fingers from her daughter's pussy and wrapping them about the handle of the gun. He then put the muzzle of the gun between her uptilted, splayed buttocks, pressing it tight to the pink mouth of her pussy.
"God, no!" Wanda sobbed. "I'll do whatever you say. Just don't hurt her!"
"Real friendly of you," Tom said.
"Accomodating," Willy said.
"Strip it off," Shoo repeated. "Do it now!"
"Oh!" Pam moaned as he nudged the barrel of the gun into the tender sphincter of her pussy.
Wanda obediently began to disrobe before the lewdly staring eyes of the three hoodlums. She unbuttoned the top of her dress and shrugged out of it, standing before them in a sheer, pale blue brassiere and matching bikini panties.
"Would you look at those jugs!" Tom said appreciatively, eyeing the firm, heavy tipped cones of resilient flesh on her chest. "I can see where the kid got her tits from."
"Nice ass, too," Willy exclaimed, leering at the rounded, curves of her buttocks.
"Let's see it all, "Shoo said."
"Noooo!" Pam cried. "Leave her alone!"
"Do something about her, Willy," Shoo said.
"Glad to, man," the skinny man said, taking hold of Pam's hair and dragging her to the other end of the bed. He sat down and pulled the girl to her knees in front of him, hauling her head between his spread, hairy knees, pressing her face against the limp and sticky meat of his cock and balls.
"Go on," he told her. "You know what to do. Do just like mama."
Pam made a hoarse gagging sound as the fuck-fouled flesh rubbed over her mouth. She tried to avert her head but he wouldn't let her.
"Open up, buttercup!" he said. "Kiss my balls!"
Using her hair as a handle, he forced her lips to slide over the pebbly, hairy skin of his scrotum, over the shifting swollen orbs of his balls.
"Uhhh!" she whined, opening her mouth.
He let off the pressure instantly, showing her how easy it was to avoid the awful agony.
"Kiss 'em, kiss 'em real good," he told her, throwing his knees obscenely wide apart.
The tortured teenager whimpered and obeyed him, showering the bag of his scrotum with hungry, open-mouthed kisses.
The wet kissing noises Pam was making between the man's thighs made her Mom want to throw up.
"All of it, mama," Shoo said, gaping at the huge, soft nipples under her see-through brassiere.
Wanda peeled her panties down first, stepping out of them. She didn't bend over to pick them up, hoping that she would be spared the indignity of being forced to present her bare ass cheeks to the lewdly staring men. But Shoo had other ideas.
"Okay, now bend over and touch the floor with your palms," he said, with a grin.
Wanda moaned, but did as he demanded, tipping her big, smooth buttocks up for both of them to see.
"God, look at all that hair!" Tom croaked.
"Lemme see," Shoo said, stepped up right behind the bare assed woman. He put his thumbs to the inside of her round, jutting cheeks and brutally ripped them apart.
"Uhhh!" Wanda cried, her face burning with shame and humiliation as her whole crotch was lewdly exposed to their view.
The two killers stared fixedly at the fat, pink oval of her pussy, the heavy blonde beard that fringed it, at the tight, pink button of her anus, visibly flexing between her painfully parted buns.
"God!" Tom groaned. "Let's fuck her, quick!"
Shoo chuckled and let go of her buttocks. Then he gave them a resounding slap.
"Oww!" Wanda whimpered, her ass cheeks jerking from the impact.
"Get up on the bed and spread 'em," Shoo said. "I want to be able to see every hair on your cunt!"
Wanda straightened up, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment. It was one thing to take your clothes off for money, to even perform sex for money, and it was another to do the same things for a couple of perverts!
"The bra!" Tom said. "I want to see her tits while I'm screwing her."
"The bra!" Shoo said, impatiently.
"Man, oh, man!" Tom exclaimed, as Wanda slipped out of her brassiere and the firm, smooth globes of her breasts swung free.
"On the bed, " Shoo repeated.
Wanda knelt on the bed, her heart hammering in the back of her throat. They were making her lie down right next to the place where her own daughter was being foced to lick and suck a man's hairy scrotum! The sight of her daughter's face nuzzling against the fiery, chicken skin of the hoodlum's sack made her shiver with revulsion.
"On your back " Shoo told her.
Wanda lay back and opened her thighs wide, letting them peer down at her lewdly displayed body, at the firm full breasts, tautly upthrust above the slender waist and billowing, womanly hips, at the curling triangle of pale pubic hair tufted between her open legs.
At once, the two naked and aroused men sat down on the bed beside her and began licentiously exploring the ripely swelling contour's of Wanda's body with their hands. She lay naked and defenseless before them, shocked into indifference by the brutality that had gone before, by the degrading assault on her belly and breasts and loins as the rummaging fingers poked and pried.
"Lick it," Willy cooed to the ruddy cheeked Pam.
She whimpered but obeyed, extending her small, moist pink tongue and letting it sweep over the tacky, hairy flesh of his scrotum.
"Man, she's doing it!" he cried, ecstatically. "The little bitch is licking my goddam balls!"
On the bed beside them, Wanda had allowed Shoo to draw one of her legs up and over his hips on one side and Tom to do the same on the other, so that she was lying with her knees in the air and her thighs obscenely spread, the whole flat plane of her cuntal region lewdly exposed to their view.
Tom was working at the helpless woman's vagina, insinuating his fingers roughly up into the naturally hot and moist passage of her cunt, smoothing them around inside, feeling the delicious buttery inner folds, the ridges and valleys of her tube, and then sliding his other hand under her buttocks so that they were drawn up tight against the invading digits within her pussy.
"Hey, she's getting wet already!" Tom said, pulling his fingers from her pussy and showing them proudly to his partner. They were gleaming from nail to knuckle with shining pussy juice.
"Ohhhh!" Wanda whined, wallowing in shame that her body had betrayed her so soon, and fearful that it might betray her even more despicably later on.
Shoo's head was bent over Wanda's nipples, rolling first one and then the other between his teeth as his big fingers cruelly squeezed at the soft, smooth flesh of the cones beneath.
"Great!" he murmured. "Get your damn hand out of there and let me in!"
"Wait a damn minute!" Tom protested, vehemently. "You've been getting all the pussy! It's my turn for some of that stuff!"
"Like hell!" Shoo growled. "Whose idea was this whole thing anyway? If it'd been up to you, you'd still be back in boot camp, shining them potatoes!"
"I thought it was all for one and one for all, man!" Tom said angrily. "Is that bullshit or what?"
The big man raised his head from Wanda's swollen and inflamed nipples with an ugly expression darkening his features. And then his face suddenly brightened.
"No problem," he said. "No problem at all. I got a better idea anyway. Instead of us fighting over rhis dumb cunt, let's both fuck her at once."
""Both?" Tom said, doubtfully.
"You in the front and me in the back," Shoo explained. "Come on, let's turn her over."
Pam raised her face from Willy's glistening scrotum at the sadistic sound of Shoo's words. She hadn't noticed that the man's cock was sticking straight up in the air like a lewd flagpole, so it was somewhat of a surprise when he suddenly forced the lust-bloated head of his cock into her unprepared mouth. She gagged at the sour, rank taste of the hugely throbbing bulb as it crushed over her tongue. But she knew that her degradation was going to be nothing compared to what the two criminals were going to do to her dear Mom! They were going to sodomize and fuck her at the same time! The idea was so inhuman, so depraved that it made her stomach churn. And the idea that it was all going to take place only inches away, in her plain sight, made her mind reel.
Tom, who had been scouring the unresisting mother's vagina, stretching it wider and wider with each rotation of his lewdly probing fingers, withdrew his hand and stood up. Between them, they caught Wanda by the shoulders, twisting her roughly around so that she was lying face downwards on the bed, with the nakedly exposed cleft of her vaginal furrow in full view of both of them.
She slumped there without struggling, uttering small gasps of shame and desperation, her buttocks quivering slightly each time her frame was racked with a sob. She could not help but think that this awful ravaging ordeal, this sadistic rape was in some way retribution for the wrongs she had done during her life. The sight of Shoo looking at her for a moment with a cruel grin on his face, made her shudder. His eyes took in the long, sleek line of her milkwhite body, the full firm breasts squashed into the mattress by the pressure of Tom's hands on her shoulders, the rounded moons of her buttocks trembling palely in fearful anticipation. His cock stood out from his hairy belly long and thick and dark with blood, like some forest tree, with the purplish lines of bloated veins marbling the underside. Suddenly he stopped and grabbed hold of the defenseless woman's ankles, thrusting out fiercely so that her legs were stretched wide apart and her feet projected over the sides of the bed.
For ilie first time, Wanda gave a strangled scream for herself. "Oh, no! Please, no!" she cried. "I can't! I can't . . . not that way!! Please!!" She jerked convulsively and tried to rise as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs.
"Hold the whore down!" Shoo snarled.
Tom slammed his hand hard into the small of her back, pressing her tightly lo the mattress. Far a moment longer she struggled vainly- Shuddering with the violent emotions warring within her, she lay still.
Shoo climbed onto the bed and knelt up between the struggling woman's widely splayed thighs, ramming his forefinger brutally into the tight puckered ring of her anus as he stroked his gleaming penis in preparation for the final and ultimate humiliation of the woman spread-eagled on her belly before him. What really appealed to him about the whole thing was the idea of fucking a woman in the ass right in front of her own teenaged daughter. He spread his own thighs slightly, to make sure that she would not be able to snap her legs closed when she felt the first blazing touch of his bulb on the tiny mouth of her rectum.
Wanda cried aloud as the killer's finger plowed into her unprotected anus. Then she moaned again and squirmed desperately under the pressure of Tom's imprisoning hands as Shoo gyrated his finger viciously in the warm rubbery depths of her rectum, widening and stretching the narrow passage for the much more brutal entry to come.
Opening her trembling buttocks wide with the finger and thumb of his other hand, he leaned forward to allow a large dollop of his saliva to fall from his lips down onto the frantically clenched nether ring. With this help (o lubricate the way, he pulled back the thick foreskin sheathing his cock and exposed the smooth bulbous head which he aimed directly at the tiny wrinkled opening now stretched wide by the lewd manipulations of his churning finger. Then, withdrawing the invading digit, he bent over and pressed the whole of his hairy body onto the sobbing woman's back, the thick hard length of his cock lying crammed into the crevice of her asscheeks. Splaying the quaking buns apart, he levered himself up on his elbows, thrust with his hips, and surged his rock hard staff straight at the spit dampened sphincter of her anus.
"YEEEEEEEM!" Wanda screeched as the huge battering ram pressed relentlessly up between her parted cheeks. "No! NOOO! STOP!!!"
Her hips jerked forward into the mattress as she began to twist and strain in a futile attempt to escape the imminent skewering.
Tom, stooped over her back with his hands on the bucking woman's shoulders, crooned with lustful excitement as he saw the merciless instrument plunge headlong through the constricted ring of her fundament. As he watched, the tiny opening stretched over the invading cockhead like it was made of hot taffy.
"UHHHHH-YEEEEE!!" Wanda screamed again as she felt the first brutal thrust into her plundered rectum. Then she gasped with blinding pain that seared through her pinioned loins.
Shoo lunged again and sank his cock halfway to the hilt, careless of her safety, heedless of her feeling. Her groans were muffled by the mattress pressing into her face as her legs flailed wildly on either side of the obscenely wheezing man, struggling hopelessly to escape the inhuman impalement that was setting her belly on fire.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him. attempting to throw off his weight. Her desperation only worsened her position. Every time she bucked and writhed, she skewered herself further on his cock ramming itself inch by inch into her tightly resisting anus. Finally she gave a long howling moan as Shoo's throbbing penis slid the final inch up into the hot rubbery depths of her rectum and his hair-covered testicles slapped viciously against her cunt. For a moment she twitched spasmodically, still grinding her hips in a vain attempt to repulse him, and then she lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete invasion of her rectum. It was pointless to resist any further. Each throb of her tortured body served only to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more agonizing dimensions.
"So fucking tight! So fucking hot!" Shoo growled, resting for an instant, despite his raging desire to begin battering her ass with long, punishing cock thrusts.
Tom, trembling with lust beside the obscenely coupled pair, was going out of his mind. His fingers, lewdly insinuated between her body and the bed, were plucking brutally at her belly and breasts, kneading insanely at the soft white flesh as his blood-thickened cock dripped pre-cum and swayed salaciously above her.
"Shoo!" he moaned plaintively. "Turn her over and let me in!"
Shoo locked his hands around Wanda's hips and rolled to one side, pulling her over backwards on top of him. His hugely throbbing cock was still embedded deep in her anus as she lay full length on her back, hard against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on either side of his as a low pleading moan slipped from her pain parted lips.
Tom leaped onto the bed, straddling the big mans' knees, and pushing Wanda's smooth thighs still farther apart. Then grasping his hard, aching cock with both hands, he stuffed it straight up into the moistly gaping cavern of her cunt.
Gritting her teeth the doubly skewered woman tried to utter no sound, but a shrill squeal forced itself from her throat as the second man's rock hard penis slithered up inside her quaking belly to join Shoo's staff already buried balls deep in her rectum. She lay groaning with pain and shame, sandwiched obscenely between the two lust crazed animals, impaled on their two cock with only the thin membrane of flesh between her anus and pussy separating them. "Ohhhhh, Ahhhhhhh," she gasped.
Tom, already inflamed with lust from witnessing Shoo's vicious rape of the woman's rectum, began fucking furiously into Wanda's hot, wet pussy, while his companion started thrusting up from beneath her with long hard strokes into the widely stretched depths of her anus. Soon, the two of them were hitting a reciprocating rhythm; they were buffeting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber, the throbbing poles of flesh shafting relentlessly into her like twin battering rams.
Forced to watch the lewd dual rape of her mother from a distance of less than a yard, Pam Walker gazed mesmerized at the two gleaming rods of lust-thickened flesh as they skewered hard into her jerking loins. She could see the pinkly clasping edges of her cunt drawing back with Tom's cock on the outstroke, only to be stuffed back inside her as he plunged it home again . . . and the same thing was happening with her anus as Shoo screwed into it from below with demonic fury.
Pam's own soft blonde iiair was cascading over Willy's naked lap as she sucked and nibbled desperately at the monstrous cock jammed far up into her innocent mouth. The skinny man himself was leaning back against the bed's headboard, staring slack jawed at the obscene m�nage going on beside him on the bed. His hands reached out to clamp themselves on either side of Pam's head, to guide her tender young lips up and down the stiffly bulging length of his hardness.
On the bed beside them, the pistoning cocks of the two panting, sweating men thrust faster, ever faster into Wanda's cunt and anus . . . and then suddenly she reared up convulsively between them, her mouth opening to emit a long, wailing cry of shame, "AAHHHHHHHHH!"
As her head jerked up, her wildly staring eyes fell on the obscene sight of Willy, sitting on the edge of the bed and forcing her defenseless child to suck his steaming cock. It was all her fault! The violation her lovely daughter had undergone and was undergoing was all her fault! As the waves of self loathing and horror washed over her and astonishing change came over her. Wild twinges of unadmitted desire which had begun to ravage her plundered loins now took command of her body. The low whining moans gargling in her throat altered subtly to whimpers of passionate pleading.
She fell all al once free to exult in the rape of her body. It was a strange kind of exultation, a masochistic exultation engendered by her own guilt over the plight of her daughter, over the helplessness of their position, by the unspeakably lewd thought that she was being fucked half to death by two men at once while her poor daughter was being forced to suck a third.
Her hips began to thrust backwards to meet the plunging, bowel-rending strokes of Shoo's cock crammed into her rectum . . . and then forward again to swallow the whole wet length of Tom's staff in her suddenly scalding hot pussy. Her entire body undulated wildly between the two men and her buttocks began a salacious, gyrating rhythm of their own, squirming in desperate circles between the two impaling rods.
"Uhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhh!! Uhhhhhh!!!" she chanted in ecstasy. "Uhhhh!! OhhhhhM!" Her utterances coming in time with their pile driver thrusts into her cunt and rectum.
Wilder and wilder they became, heaving and groaning and plunging on the rumpled, sweat soaked bed with ever-increasing fury as their animal grunts of desire mingled with the obscene suck and slap of flesh on naked flesh.
She was out of her mind with desire, sobbing out an orgasm that seemed as though it would never end, begging and pleading with them to go on and on and on. This was the moment Shoo had been waiting for! This was the kind of demented subjugation he craved.
Sensing their complete conquest of Wanda's body and mind, Shoo and Tom both plunged savagely forward at the same time, embedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep in her seething cunt and anus and pumping their hot thick sperm far up into her heaving belly.
As the three of them collapsed into a spent and satiated tangle of limbs, Pam . . . more than a little excited by the perversity of her mother's rape and her ecstatic reaction to it . . . began sucking wildly on Willy's massively throbbing penis.
It was wicked, it was forbidden, it was shameful and it was delicious . . . but all at once Pam began to enjoy the wetly quivering stiffness of the monstrous staff distending her sucking mouth and filling the whole moist cavern between her aching jaws with lust-heated male flesh. She wanted to feel it heave and jerk between her ovalled lips: she wanted to sense once more the perverse pulsating pleasure of the bulbous head against her palate as it spewed its acrid load of sperm far back into the depths of her innocent throat.
As he felt the sudden increase in the intensity of her sucking, Willy half rose to his feet, his eyes and mouth widening in surprised gratification as he clamped his rough hands over her ears and pulled her bobbing head savagely up against his loins. For a moment he hung there on flexed knees, and then he uttered an inarticulate gasping cry as his cock began a furious staccato jerking thai pumped spurt after spurt of boiling, cream-like cum deep into the hot wetness of the teenager's mouth.
At the same time, shuddering tremors swept over Pam's entire body and she groaned out her own orgasm in strangled mewls behind the invading bulk of Willy's penis as she voraciously sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed the powerful squirts of scalding sperm.
Finally, the skinny man dropped back heavily onto the bed as his softening cock pulled wetly from her mouth. Pam collapsed over his knees, her mouth open and long strings of semen swaying forwards from her lips.
Chapter Nine
Shoo was the first one to rouse himself from the post-orgasmic stupor.
"Hey!" he said, giving Tom a kick- "Wake up!"
The dark haired man slowly shook himself, sliding out from the tangle of naked limbs.
"Wow," he said, "that sure was some kind of a blow out!"
"Get Willy!" the big man said.
Tom reached over and gave the skinny man a shove.
"Huh?! What?!" Willy exclaimed jerking upright.
"He sure comes up fighting, don't he?" Shoo said gleefully.
"Yeah, and she comes up sucking," Tom smiled indicating Pam who was still laying with her face in the skinny man's lap. As she felt the movement beneath her, she pushed the soft, rubbery head into her lips, taking it into her mouth past the flaring, spongy rim and giving it a loving suck.
"You got yourself a fan, man!" Shoo said to the beaming Willy "Man! She gets better and better at cock sucking, too!" the skinny man croaked, watching the way the teenager was taking all of his cock in and nuzzling her pert nose in the scratchy nest of his pubes.
"What are we going to do now?" Tom asked.
Shoo frowned at him. "You are really something, man," he said, disgustedly. "Here we are in a place crammed full of sexy women and you're worrying about what we're gonna do next? What do you think we're gonna do next?!"
"Fuck some more chicks?" Willy asked, his eyes alight with lewd glee.
"Even Willy can figure that out," Shoo said.
"You are really nuts, man," Tom said. "We killed somebody back there at that liquor store and we raped that fat broad. We can't stay this close to that action, not if we want to keep out of the slammer."
"What would you suggest?"
Tom smiled. It was the First time Shoo had ever really asked his opinion of anything.
"I say we rip this place off for all the cash," he said. "Then we take one of the customers' cars and high tail it up north or back to L.A."
"Your first idea is fine, but the second stinks,"
Shoo said. "If we take one of the John's ears, it'll be on the cop's wanted list before ten minutes goes by."
"Yeah, t guess you're right," Tom said, dejectedly.
"I know I'm right. That broad never even saw our Chevy. We're safe with it."
"What about robbing this place?" Willy asked.
"Wake up the lady," Shoo said.
Tom reached down and grabbed hold of Wanda's openly splayed cunt, digging his fingers into the sperm drenched meat and hair. He gave her a vigorous shaking.
"Oh! Ooooooh!" the woman moaned, her hips hunching up involuntarily into his groping palm, making her wet pussy lips slide over the hot skin.
"That's it, wake up!" Shoo said. "We can't have the whore sleeping on the job, now can we?"
When Wanda opened her eyes, the First thing she saw was the head of her daughter bobbing over the lap of the grinning Willy. Though the man's cock was flaccid, Pam was sucking it hungrily, trying to bring it up for another ejaculation.
"She likes it," Tom said, leering at the pink, ovalled lips, the slobber smearing over the rubbery shaft.
"Your darling daughter has been blowing me for the past ten minutes," Willy said, stretching the truth a little, "and f never even asked her to do it!" Wanda frowned.
"How much money you got here?" Shoo asked. "It depends on the day of the week," she answered.
"How much you got today?" he asked her. "About twenty thousand," she replied. "Man, oh, man!" Tom cried. "We're in Fat City!"
"Yeah," Shoo said, "that ought to do us just right."
"What are you going to do with us?" Wanda said.
"You mean, what are we going to do with you after we've fucked you in the cunt and ass, right?" Tom said, grinning.
"Are you going to let us go?" she asked.
Shoo seemed to consider her question.
"After you give us the money, lady," he said, "I'm going to fuck you with old Betsy here . . ." He showed her the massive barrel of the gun. and when you just get ready to cum I'm going to pull the trigger and blow your ass to kingdom come."
"Yeee-hah!" Willy whooped, deliriously. Wanda's face was a mask of stone. "What about my daughter?" she said, flatly.
"The little cunt goes with us," he said. "She's just beginning to pick up on things as you can see. Maybe we'll even teach her a trade, huh, mama?"
The woman flinched. She knew that she'd never see her daughter again, that these animals would rape her and abuse her until they tired of her, then they'll just shoot her in the head like a sick dog and leave her beside the highway to bloat up in the desert sun. She was paying for her transgressions, all right . . . paying in spades! In that horrible instant when she could visualize not only her own impending death but that of her much-protected, much-loved only daughter, Wanda made a silent prayer. She swore on everything she could think of that if by some miracle she escaped with her daughter, that she'd sell the Golden Venus at once and go straight for the rest of her life.
Someone must've been listening to her.
Someone was listening to everything else.
Laying in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed, Rosey was bleeding profusely from the wound in the temple he'd suffered from the blow of the pistol. He was battered and he was bloodied, but he was alive and waiting. Though he didn't show it outwardly, he was coiled up tight like an overwound spring, waiting for his chance, his one chance.
The fact that the young punks had managed to overpower him, the fact that they'd ravished his employer and her daughter in the same room where he lay helpless filled him with a horrible blood-rage. What the punks had done was cast aspersions on his manhood, his prowess, and they would have to pay.
"OK, mama," Shoo said, gesturing with the pistol. "Throw on some clothes and let's go have a look see at your safe. You might as well say goodbye to the kid because you aren't coming back from this little trip."
Wanda looked down at her obscenely sucking daughter and shivered. They had done this to her! They had broken the darling girl's mind!
"STOP!" she cried, so loud that the men and the lewdly nursing girl all jumped.
Pam looked up at her Mom with pleasure glazed eyes. For a second there was recognition . . . and terror . . . then the comforting shield of ecstacy slipped back over her face and she lifted the slobbery cock from the matted pubic nest and stuffed it all back in her mouth.
"Let's go, mama," Shoo said, rising from the bed.
Tom got up, too, leaving Willy still sitting there with Pam on his lap.
Rosey knew that the time wasn't right, that the angles were all wrong, but he also knew that he wasn't ever going to get another crack at saving his boss.
"HUHHHM" the huge black man grunted, his deafening cry calculated to throw the punks off guard.
It worked real well, too. Shoo jumped about a foot in the air and Tom jumped straight backwards onto the bed. By that time, Rosey was in motion.
As Shoo was coming down from his jump, the big black dude lashed out with his right foot, cutting the punk's feet out from under him just before they were about to touch the ground. The result was that the punk was swept sideways and he came down on the floor hard.
Since he was the one with the piece, Rosey had to deal with him first and quickly. He slammed his balled fist down hard on top of the stunned punk's head. The impact was a solid thunk! And then the hapless killer slumped to one side and lay still.
"Oh my God!" Willy gasped, seeing his idol go down and stay down from a single blow. He lurched to his feet clumsily, trying to shove the still-sucking girl off his lap.
But Rosey wasn't worried about Willy. Tom was next on his hit list.
"Get back!" the dark haired man cried, raising his hands boxer-style to defend himself. It was plain from the expression on his face that he was scared out of his wits.
Rosey smirked at him, reached out with astonishing speed for a man so large and caught the stunned punk by the wrist. Once Tom was captured in that vise of steel, it was all over but the hurting.
"Let go! Damn it! the dark-haired one squealed, kicking, punching, fighting desperately to escape the bone crushing power of the black man's grip.
Rosey let him kick and punch all he wanted. He took every blow without flinching and tightened his own grip on the punk's wrist.
"JEEEEZ!!" Tom howled, his eyes suddenly popping open wide with shock and pain. He stared down at his captive wrist in awe.
Then there was a loud snapping sound, the sound of a dry twig breaking underfoot, or a wrist being crushed.
Tom's face turned a sickly green and he fainted dead away from the agony.
By this time, Willy had managed to pull Pam's leech like lips from the head of his penis. He shoved her rudely back against the wall and knowing that his'only chance to get away with a whole skin was to get his hands on the gun, he made a frantic dive for it, hurdling the bed and the bodies of his fallen companions.
"Got it!" the skinny man cried, rolling to his feet. His eyes were wild with excitement. He thought for sure he was a goner and now it seemed that he had a chance to escape.
"Mighty big man with a gun," Rosey said, smirking at him. Though he was standing almost toe- to-toe with the dude holding the .45 automatic, the huge man made no move backwards ... in fact he sort of leaned into Willy, towering over him like a giant redwood.
"You just get back!" Willy demanded, looking desperately at Shoo who was barely breathing. Clearly, the skinny man didn't know exactly what to do. He was frightened and he had a loaded gun in his hand. He was like a time bomb ready to go off.
"Put the gun down and I'll rip your arms off," Rosey said. "I'll rip 'em off and stuff 'em both up your chicken shit ass."
"Back!" Willy warned, his eyes darting about anxiously. "Stay back or I'll shoot!"
"Yeah, I bet you would, chicken shit little punk," Rosey said. Very carefully he took a step forward, making the muzzle of the heavy caliber weapon come into contact with his chest. "Go ahead, blow me away, if you got the balls?"
Rosey was watching the littler man's eyes. When the eyelids twitched, he made his move. Instead of pushing the gun aside, he grabbed it by the slide and pulled it into his chest.
Willy was so startled that he forgot to pull the trigger.
"Shoot, punk," Rosey said, smiling.
"Shit!" Willy said, pulling the trigger ... or trying to. "What?" he exclaimed when nothing happened. The trigger would not depress. He had a clear shot to blow away his only blockade to freedom and the gun wouldn't go off!
"The gun won't fire unless the slide mechanism is free," Rosey said, matter-of-factly.
Then he broke Willy's jaw.
Chapter Ten
Rosey had wanted to take the trio of killers out into the desert and "lose" them for good. It'd taken some powerful convincing on Wanda's part to get him to just sit on them until the police came.
A day earlier, she would've gone along with him and helped him to dig their graves, but Wanda was a changed woman. She'd made a promise to go straight and she was bound and determined to stick to it. She'd come out of the horrible ordeal with a daughter and a whole skin and she counted herself very lucky indeed.
At first, she wasn't so sure how Pam was going to act toward her. Wanda's daughter was disoriented for two full days after the episode, then on the third day, she seemed to snap out of it.
The instant Wanda realized that her daughter was back among the living, she began apologizing profusely. Apologizing for lying to her about the Golden Venus, about her father, apologizing for sending her away to school, for shutting her out of her life, for trying to make her live the way Wanda wanted.
Pam let her rattle on for about a minute before she interrupted.
"Mom, you sure can be a big pain!" she told her flatly.
"What?!"
"I don't want to hear all that garbage," Pam said. "Just hug me! Hug me, Mom!"
The two women embraced for a long moment, then Wanda drew back.
"I have been bad to you, though," she started again.
"No you haven't!" Pam told her. "You've been a wonderful Mom!"
"I haven't been around when you needed me."
"I didn't understand that before," Pam said. "I could never figure out the reason. Now that I know why, I can understand. You had to do what you had to do. I can accept that."
"Really?"
"Of course!"
Wanda made a face. "When we were with those men, when they said they were going to kiss us," she said, seriously, "I prayed that we'd get away safe . . . and we did."
"I guess there's somebody up there after all, huh?"
"I made a promise to myself or Him or whatever," Wanda said. "What?"
"I told myself or Him that if you and I got away I'd sell the Golden Venus."
"You aren't really going to do that, are you?"
"Yes, Pam," she said. "I am. I've already had some offers from my competition and I'm going to take the highest bidder this week."
"Just like that?"
"Yep. Once I make up my mind, it's made up and it stays made up."
"But what will you do? Go into some other business?"
Wanda shook her head. "I don't think so .. . not right away at least. I have quite a bit of money put away. I don't really need to work if I handle my investments right."
"That would mean we'd be able to see each other more?"
"You bet we would," Wanda said, reaching out and stroking her daughter's hair lovingly.
"We could even live together, maybe?"
"Give 'em an inch and right away they want to move in!" Pam's Mom said, in mock exasperation.
Pam got a very serious look on her face. "I really thought you were wonderful . . . you know, when those men were threatening us," she said. "You're really a brave woman. I'm proud to have you for a Mom."
"And I'm proud of you, too," Wanda said. "For being so understanding."
"I guess it runs in the family," Pam smiled.
"Say, how'd you like to go to my bank with me?" Wanda said.
"The company sounds OK but I can think of a lot of other places I'd rather go on my spring break," Pam said.
"My bank's in Switzerland," Wanda explained.
"Switzerland?!"
"Still don't want to go, huh?"
"Mom," Pam said, giving her another hug, "you really are something else!"
