At the moment, Kong sullenly watched Anton place the inert, nude body of a young blonde girl on a doctor's examination table.
Anton Turkel's House of Horrors, a wax museum, was located in mid-town Manhattan, and considered a must for tourists. On the first floor he had recreated infamous murders and murderers of the past. In the basement he had amassed the most complete collection of torture devices known to man.
The only live attraction was Kong, a six foot gorilla that Anton had brought back from West Africa when the stud was a baby. During the hours that the museum was open, Anton kept Kong secured behind bars, but at night he was allowed to roam the basement, obeying Anton's every command, much like any other pet.
"How sad," Anton said to Kong, who cocked his head as though he understood what was being said. "She was a good assistant-and sexually very gratifying, but unfortunately she had a low threshold of pain."
The big ape grunted agreement as Anton put the dead girl's feet in the stirrups of the table, raising the holding devices up and out to bare her limp pussy-meat.
As Anton slipped out of his pants, he shook his head disconsolately. "A pity-a great pity," he sighed, "She only lasted a week. Why, I hadn't even begun to show her the wonderful things in store for her."
His long, limp cock swung from side to side as he walked to the table and put his hands on the blonde's cold breasts, kneading the clammy meat with his tiny bony fingers. As he pumped his phallus stiffened. Kong bounced from foot to foot, clapping hands together, offering encouragement.
Slowly, Anton moved his hands from the dead blonde's body until he reached her flaccid cunt-lips and then pressured the unfeeling meat. His rigid prick jerked spastically as he kneeled on the table between the beckoning spread legs.
"Before I make you a waxen image to join the rest of my assistants-we will indulge once more in the joys of love." He guided the cock-head of his nine inch, throbbing tool to the narrow slot of the lifeless cunt. He spread the cool pussy-lips with the fingers of one hand and inserted his glans into the dry opening, with the other.
Once his bulbous head was wedged in the unresisting meat, he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock violently forward. The steaming heat of his pulsing rod burrowed savagely through the still flesh of her vagina until the glans poked into the narrow neck of her cervix.
"Oooohhh, that feels good!" he cooed, and began to wriggle his ass in contentment. Then he slowed pumping his hips back and forth, as his own leaking lubricant created a slippery path through the cooling flesh.
"I'll miss you, Mary-I'll miss you," he cried as he furiously pistoned his cock, while he grabbed frantic handfuls of her firm buttocks. His eyes rolled in his head and low gutteral sounds of ecstasy escaped his lips as the entrapped semen fought to lash free.
Kong, behind him, increased his erotic hippity-hop as he sensed his master's oncoming orgasm, and emitted short, sharp barking sounds. His gigantic 18-inch penis bounced stiffly in front of him and he grabbed it in his hairy hand, pulling it furiously in rhythm with Anton's stroking.
Anton's throat tightened from his erotic efforts, and he convoluted and gyrated furiously to bring about the burgeoning orgasm, plunging his aching cock with maniacal fervor into the lifeless, grasping cunt-meat.
Closer, closer, closer, it came; and faster, faster, faster he pumped, until the raging climax exploded in a thunderous burst.
"Aaahhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, as his body stiffened and the milky cum spasmed torrentially out of the head of his cock. The thick jism flooded the dead girl's cunt and oozed out along the sides of Anton's impaled prick, dribbling into the crack of the once sweet ass.
As Kong's enormous weapon spewed its sodden load, he excitedly beat his chest with his free hand in the hollow just below the breastbone, producing a drumming noise.
Then Kong slipped to a sitting position, exhausted. Anton pulled his jism-covered prick from the lifeless encasement and climbed off the table. After resting a few minutes in a mock-electric chair, he regained his strength and dressed in his work clothes.
He carried the girl, her blonde hair trailing, into his atelier, where he placed her in a copper tub.
"You'll look marvelous as the infamous, Poison Widow," he said. "Ideal."
He lit the fire under a vat of wax in preparation for her entombment.
CHAPTER TWO
Rhoda Masters sat in her room at the Towers, a girl's hotel on Manhattan's east side, and scanned the want ads in search of evening work to enable her to continue her studies at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn.
She intended going into commercial art as a dress designer, and Pratt offered the best curricula. She was somebody's daughter, searching for a simple, yet fulfilling, life.
Her eyes went down the list of available jobs, each less suitable than the one before, until she lost her concentration and dwelled in the past. Her mind identified a past she didn't want any part of in her future.
Rhoda was fifteen the first time she accidentally discovered her mother indulge in a wanton affair with an 18-year-old grocery delivery boy. She came home, she remembered, because she was excused early from school with an upset stomach.
It was the housekeeper's day off and she expected her mother to be at the country club or some afternoon bridge party, so she let herself in and walked quietly up the broad stairway to the second floor of the colonial home. Entering her room, she undressed and slipped into a short filmy robe; then opened the french windows and breathed deeply of the warm spring air.
She walked onto the second floor porch intending to rest on the flower-patterned chaise lounge. The porch extended along the entire length of the rear of the house, connecting her room with that of her parents. As she relaxed on the chaise, she heard muffled voices. One, she recognized as her mother's, but the other was unfamiliar.
She eased quietly to the windows of her mother's room and peered through the curtains of the slightly ajar french window. Her shock was almost traumatic when she saw her mother and Ronnie, the delivery boy, in the nude. Her mother's hand fondled Ronnie's stiff seven inches of thick cock, while he squeezed and kneaded her ample tits.
Her mother, Joyce, was in her mid-thirties and in the prime of her sexual life. Her firm breasts still tipped up, and her still-flat belly was molded sensuously into the raven patch of pubes at her crotch. Her well-tanned skin, emphasized by the definitive lines of demarckation left by the pattern of her skimpy bikini bathing suit, was taut and wrinkle-free.
Rhoda wanted to run, but the erotic scene held her in a cunt-gripping fascination. She stood at the window, mesmerized by the nude bodies loving each other.
"You have a beautiful tool, Ronnie," she heard her mother sigh wistfully. "I'd love to kiss it-would you mind?"
Ronnie grinned stupidly. "Shit no-I'd like it."
Joyce led the boy to the bed, using his cock as a leash. "Lay down," she ordered softly.
Ronnie flopped to his back, letting his legs hang over the edge of the bed. Joyce kneeled on the floor, between his legs, and moved her fist over his pulsing prick, while she weighed his heavy scrotum in her other hand.
"It feels like you have a heavy load there, Ronnie. Would you like me to suck it out?"
"Sure would," he answered. "I like having my cock sucked. It gives me goose-bumps."
"Do you get it sucked often?" asked her mother as her tongue flicked out and lapped the wrinkled skin of Ronnie's scrotum; while her hand squeezed and tugged on his rigid penis.
"Sure do," he bragged. "I make a lot of deliveries and a lot of the women like to suck my prick."
Joyce tongued up the soft underbelly of his throbbing phallus, tickling and lapping the sensitive skin. She tripped along every undulation and vein, sending electrical impulses dancing up Ronnie's spine, and watched as his ass twitch in erotic response.
"Do all the wives want to suck you?" she asked, as her mouth and tongue engulfed his cock-head. Her tongue wig-wagged across the silken surface of his glans, while her teeth raked the flared edge. "And what about the maids?"
He shuddered sensuously. "Oooohhhhh-some wives suck." he moaned. "Oooohhh-aaahhhhh-some maids suck, but I get it at almost every house."
Joyce lifted her mouth from his cock and looked lovingly at the jerking tool.
"It's so delicious. So wonderful. It tastes like some exotic dessert," She sighed, as she swooped down and sucked back the turgid length of meat. She gently fondled his balls and fingered around his puckering asshole while her mouth sank lower and lower over his quivering dick. When she had captured six inches in her suctioning maw, she hollowed her cheeks and pulled upward, tugging and twisting his bulging rod in the grasping vacuum. Up and down, up and down, up and down her mouth went, holding Ronnie's stiff staff in a wet, velvety vise.
"God damn, God damn, God damn," he kept moaning over and over as the rampant tremors bombarded every nerve and fibre in his body. His buttocks twitched, his legs trembled, his belly quivered, and his breathing shallowed. He delivered groceries for low pay. He'd deliver them for nothing-just to get this good sucking from cock-hungry, cock-deprived women.
Rhoda watched the disgusting display, feeling not only reprehension at her mother's disregard for morality, but for her utter disloyalty to her father. She wondered how long her mother had been indulging her lust and making a fool of her father. As she watched, she thought of how her poor father was being cuckolded and laughed at behind his back. She wanted to run into the bedroom and attack her mother; she wanted to run into her own room and cry; she wanted to run to her father and tell him what her mother was doing to him, but she did none of those things; instead she stood there, crouched at the window, watching hypnotically.
Joyce was too involved with her driving passion to be aware of Rhoda's shadowy presence. She sucked voraciously on Ronnie's aching prick, bobbing her head frantically to extract the reluctant seed.
"God damn, Mrs. Masters-you sure suck a great prick," he complimented, as he humped his hips and drove his swollen tool in and out of her suctioning mouth. He dug his fingers into her long black hair, dictating the tempo of her bobbing head as he neared his upcoming climax.
"Suck the head-suck the head!" he wailed, pumping and convoluting his ass more rapidly. Joyce moved her mouth to his swollen cap and sucked angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he cried as the boiling semen raced through the length of his jerking prick. It gushed copiously out of the pink slit at the tip of his tool and flooded Joyce's mouth with its milky warmth.
"God damn, God damn-I'm commmminngg!" he screamed in a squeaky, boyish voice. Joyce greedily siphoned in the spurting cum, savoring the chalky taste with ecstatic delight. When the spasming cock ceased to freely give up its life-giving load, she milked it with her squeezing fist and vacuumed in the last clinging seeds. Ronnie lay limply on the bed but Joyce refused to let his satisfied cock die. She kissed and licked the bulbous head and stroked firmly on the weeping muscle until it regained its stiffness.
Once it was again rigid, she kneeled on the bed, straddling his body, and guided the pulsing cock toward her gaping cunt-lips.
As Rhoda saw the turgid tool being swallowed by her mother's engulfing pussy-meat, she sobbed in anguish. "Oh no. Oh mommy-how could you?" But she remained transfixed to the spot and continued watching the wanton display, wanting to watch more, thrilling to the sight.
Slowly, slowly, Joyce lowered her pussy over Ronnie's rock-hard rod, sucking in the throbbing muscle with her convulsing cunt-meat.
Ronnie felt as though his cock were being pulled in by some inexorable force, sinking deeper and deeper into the quicksand of her grabbing, sucking cunt-meat.
Joyce lowered herself until her firm buttocks rested on Ronnie's pelvis and his lance was buried to the hilt; then she began to easily move back and forth, and from side to side. His stiff penis was being twisted, tugged, pulled and ground in the muscular constrictions of her seething vagina.
"Ooohhhh, Ronnie. Aaahhhhhhh-Eeeeeeee." she cooed softly as the erogenous sensation spread through her being.
Ronnie arched his back, lifting Joyce, sending his aching cock deeper into her convulsing cunt-meat. She deliriously wriggled and writhed on his imbedded rod as her fingers clutched frantically at his taut chest muscles. He bucked and swayed as Joyce rode his captured dick, scaling rapidly to the fiery pinnacle of sexual completion.
Suddenly Joyce's body became tense, almost rigid, as she wrapped her legs around his body and dug her heels into the cheeks of his ass, holding him immobile.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she repeated with machine-gun rapidity as her orgasm burst its bounds. Her head fell back in ecstatic reverie and her eyes rolled grotesquely in their sockets as the rampaging climax ripped thunderously through her.
"God damn, God damn-I'm coming again?" Ronnie screeched as his cock let loose another torrent of thick juice. The combined result of their orgasms seeped out of Joyce's twat and dribbled through Ronnie's curly pubic bush, mingling with the sweat.
They stayed entwined for moments; then collapsed.
Rhoda backed away from the window, disgusted and disillusioned with her mother, and sympathizing with her father. It wasn't until she was curled on her own bed that she felt the wetness between her legs and realized that she must have had an orgasm in erotic sympathy with her mother and Ronnie. Her virgin pussy twitched and burned, but she put the sensation aside, concerned only with cultivating the loathing she felt for her mother. She wanted Daddy in her arms so she could tell him. But she didn't know how; so she didn't until she discovered that her father also engaged in extra-marital activities. The final disillusionment came when she saw him fucking the maid while her mother was fucked by the handyman, all in the same room.
The one thing she took with her when she left her parents' home was an abiding hatred of the hypocracy of marriage.
Rhoda sighed bitterly as the acrid memories of the past sifted through her mind, and she angrily picked up the paper again to continue her search through the help-wanted ads.
Her interest perked up when she spotted the ad that read: "Young girl, unencumbered, to assist owner of wax museum in creation of wax figures. Creative and artistically adaptable. Work evenings. Contact Anton Turkel-House of Horrors."
It was the ideal job! One that would be artistically satisfying, and the evening work would allow her to continue at Pratt, too.
* * *
She stood in front of the House of Horrors, admiring the delicate aliveness of the glass-encased wax figures before going to the door.
She waited anxiously for someone to answer her insistent ringing. In a few moments, the front door swung open and Anton smiled broadly as he observed Rhoda's fresh, youthful beauty.
"I'm sorry I took so long, but I was in my shop, working on my latest creation," he apologized. "Have you ever heard of the Poison Widow?"
Rhoda shook her head. "I just-"
"A lovely, delicate creature-but as deadly as the black widow spider."
He observed her a moment, appraising her jet-black hair, voluptuous breasts and long, shapely legs. She smiled at him, showing even white teeth. "Are you Anton Turkel?"
He nodded dreamily, his eyes misting at the high-rise of her breasts.
"I came in answer to your ad," she said.
He ushered her to his apartment at the back of the museum, and after pouring her a coke he sat on the leather couch beside her. His eyes strayed to the softness of her crotch peeking out from beneath the hem of her short skirt.
"Have you ever worked with wax?" he asked.
"No-but I have worked with clay and I'm a student at Pratt Institute where I'm studying to be a commercial artist. I'm there on a scholarship-so I do have artistic talent and I'm sure I'll learn fast." Rhoda spoke quickly, trying to convince Anton that she was the girl for the job.
Oh, God, let him hire her, please!
Anton smiled. "I'm impressed. Pratt doesn't offer scholarships easily-and I'm sure you will learn fast. I'm sure we'll meet each other's requirements. When can you start?" Like that?
"Now," Rhoda blurted out eagerly. "I have no encumberances," she pointed out, remembering the word from his ad.
"No boyfriend? " he asked.
She shook her head.
"What about your parents? "
"They live in New Rochelle and we keep our contact to the barest minimum." she answered.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he remarked.
"It's better that way for all of us," she said.
"Fine," he grinned. "You can start tomorrow evening. Is six o'clock convenient?"
"Oh yes, perfect," she smiled broadly. "Thank you Mr. Turkel."
"If we are going to work together, it would be more convenient and relaxing if you called me Anton." She smiled again and started for the door.
"It would also be convenient if I knew your name."
Rhoda giggled at her oversight. "My name is Rhoda Masters." No recommendations? ... No references? ... No W-2 form? How convenient!
After ushering Rhoda from the premises, Anton went to the basement where Kong sat munching bananas on the stone floor. He leaped to his feet when Anton entered the instrument-filled room.
"Well Kong, we have a new assistant. One who seems to have endured emotional stress. Perhaps she will last longer than our previous assistants."
Kong hippity-hopped around the room, beating rapidly on his chest with one hand; the other worked his growing phallus. The promise of human cunt was more than his hands could bear.
CHAPTER THREE
When Rhoda returned to her room at the Towers, her roommate, Nancy Trevor, had already showered and was dressing for her date. Rhoda burst in enthusiastically, thrilled by her good fortune.
"What'd you do-find a gold mine?" Nancy asked, sitting at the makeup table applying her eyes. Her titian hair cascaded over her shoulders and thinly veiled the voluptuousness of her breasts. She wore only a skimpy wisp of material for panties and that was all, as she watched her friend skip delightedly around the room.
Rhoda plopped on her bed and ran her fingers through the luxuriance of her raven tresses.
"I got an evening job. Guess where!"
"At the hospital-putting wheels on miscarriages." Nancy answered.
Rhoda laughed at the old joke because she was in such good humor. "Close, but not quite. Tomorrow night I start work at Anton Turkel's House of Horrors."
Nancy twirled her index finger skyward in a facetious gesture and squealed, "Wheeeee." She wasn't much impressed, especially since she had no idea what the house of horrors was. If it didn't have anything to do with show business, Nancy was bored with the subject. She lived and breathed acting and was determined to reach the top no matter how she had to pave the way to the lofty pinnacle. If sex was required, she had ample experience and attributes to fill the requirements. If talent was required, she also had an abundance of that rare commodity. But, she had to admit, it was fucking that she did best.
"What is it-a massage parlor?" she asked without trying to be humorous.
"No, silly," Rhoda replied. "It's a wax museum. I'll be helping Mr. Turkel create his wax images. It's almost like sculpturing. It will help me with skin tones and perspective."
"A wax museum?" Nancy questioned distastefully. "That sounds creepy-all those glassy eyes staring at you-eecchhh!" She shuddered dramatically.
Rhoda slipped out of her dress and lay on the bed resting her head in the nest of her palms.
"For your information-there are other things in life besides show biz, and the great majority of people are content doing them."
"I know-poor things," Nancy said in mock sympathy. "But you ask any one of them if they'd like to be in a movie and they'd jump at the chance."
"I wouldn't," Rhoda said smugly. "I love art-it's creative and satisfying. What's creative about acting? You learn someone else's words and then the director tells you how to say them."
Finished putting on her makeup, Nancy slipped into a very short mini dress, omitting the use of a brassiere.
"That statement shows how little a layman knows about acting. The director doesn't tell you how to say the lines-he moves the actors to create a picture, but the actor must create the character by his individual movement and line delivery." She put on her shoes and looked in the mirror to see if the final image she created was satisfactory. She smiled. It was sexy.
"Well, maybe," Rhoda allowed, "but you don't start from scratch. You are given the story, the situation and the dialogue. An artist begins from an idea and has to create the finished product with his brain and talent."
"From what I've seen lately-there's isn't much talent or brains around." Nancy archly pointed out.
"Not every one can be a Renoir or a Ruebens-any more than everyone can be a Paul Newman or a Robert Redford." Rhoda said.
Nancy smiled. "What are we getting up tight about? You want to draw-I want to act-that's why they make chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Let's drop it-okay?"
"Okay," Rhoda smiled. "Good luck with the new job."
"Thanks," Rhoda said as she walked into the bathroom and ran water into the tub.
Nancy stuck her head in. "Sure you won't change your mind and double with me tonight? Bob's got some really groovy friends."
"Nah," Rhoda said as she got out of her panties and bra. "I'm kind of bushed-I think I'll take a bath and then watch some T.V."
"Wheeee-that sounds exciting. How can you pick the boob tube over a real live man?" Nancy asked incredulously.
"Easy. I don't have to fight off the television set-I'm in control all the way." Rhoda answered, remembering the many times she had to hassle her way out of the clutches of over amorous dates. It had only strengthened her conviction to be an independent bachelor girl and not fall into the matrimonial quicksand that had swallowed her parents.
The telephone rang and Nancy picked it up. "Hello. Hi Bob," she said sweetly. "No-Rhoda doesn't feel like going out." She placed her hand over the transmitter. "Rhode-Bob's got a producer who's dying to take you out. Come on, Rho-we'll have a ball!"
Rhoda slipped into the warm water of her bath and let it soothe her tired muscles.
"No thanks, Nancy-I just want to relax. You go on and have a good time."
"Okay," Nancy sighed, "you don't know what you're missing."
"That's just it-I know what I'm missing and I'd rather." A prick and balls and fucking! That's all anyone thought about!
Nancy spoke back into the telephone. "Sorry Bob-it'll just have to be me and you alone. Think we can find something to do to amuse ourselves?"
She listened with a wistful smile as Bob outlined the things in store for her.
"Hmmmmmm," she cooed, "I can hardly wait-be right down." She replaced the phone and grabbed her purse.
"Night, Rhoda," she said hurriedly as she walked to the door.
"Night. Have a good time," Rhoda called from the bathroom. She rested her head on the cool porcelain of the tub and let the relaxing water engulf her.
Downstairs, Nancy emerged from the elevator and was met by Bob Stacy, her date. He was in his late twenties, tall, sandy-haired and ruggedly good-looking. He kissed her on the cheek and took her small hand in his, leading her into the cool evening.
Bob was a director for a large commercial film producing company and in that capacity, he was able to cast Nancy in lucrative commercials. It enhanced his position with her.
As the cab wended its way through the heavy traffic of mid-Manhattan, Bob put his arm around Nancy and let his hand rest easily on her firm breast. She put her hand on his and pressured it against her pliant globe. He responded to her encouragement by squeezing the spongy flesh with his fingers, and kissing her passionately.
As their tongues entwined, Nancy's hand swept caressingly across the bulge at his crotch, her fingers determining the length and breadth of his stiff cock.
"Oooohhh," she sighed. "I dig you, Bob."
"I dig you, baby," he replied.
He put his hand in her dress and cupped her bare breast in his kneading hand, while Nancy wrapped her fingers around his throbbing tool and gently massaged the extended member.
"I'm not really hungry," she said, kissing him on the neck.
"We'll eat light and quick," Bob said returning the kiss.
Nancy ordered an antipasto at the small Italian restaurant, while Bob ordered canneloni. A bottle of chianti completed their meal. As they sipped their wine, Bob asked "Doesn't Rhoda like men?"
"I really don't know," Nancy answered.
"Has she ever gone out since you've been her roommate?"
"Not that I know of. I've invited her along five times and she's always refused," Nancy said.
Bob hesitated a moment. "Do you think she's a lesbian?"
"I wondered about that myself," she answered thoughtfully. "But I don't think so-at least she's never made a pass at me or even hinted that she digs girls."
"Then what's her story?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered resignedly. "Maybe she hates her father because he once grabbed her by the titty," She was close but not close enough. "Besides-I'm more interested in our story. Why don't we leave and write the rest of it?"
Bob smiled knowingly and squeezed her hand. "Do we have to write it all in one night? How about a couple of chapters tonight and make it a continuing story?"
"Sound like an ideal arrangement," Nancy said smilingly.
Nancy quickly appraised Bob's bedroom and knew it was designed with one thought in mind-fucking. Each wall of the room was painted in complementary pastel colors and the subdued, indirect lighting bathed it in a misty warmth. The bed rested on a round lavender shag rug. The plentitude of mirrors suggested a narcissistic complex to Nancy, but it also suggested a man who liked to see what he was doing. The latter thought thrilled her. She had watched herself in mirrors before, and it had always given her an extra stimulus.
Bob had turned a wall switch and music flooded the room, and was starting to take off his jacket and tie.
"Let me," Nancy said. She kissed him softly on the lips as her fingers worked down the row of pink buttons on his shirt. As it slipped off his shoulders, Nancy pressed her breasts into his heavily muscled chest. While her teeth nipped at his firm flesh, her hands went to his pants, unzipping the fly in one deft pull. She unhooked the catch at the top and guided his pants past his hips, letting them fall to the floor.
Nancy zipped out of her dress and threw her arms around Bob's neck. He put his hands inside her panties and grabbed her firmly by the cheeks of her ass. He straightened up, lifting her off the floor. She locked her legs around his waist, pulling her aching cunt in tight over his rigid cock. They kissed hungrily, greedily. They parted and Nancy looked into his eyes.
"Oh, honey, tell me what you're going to do to me," she said breathily.
"First I'm going to eat your pussy and make you come five times."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred as he walked to the bed. "But twice will do."
"Next, I'll ram my cock up your cunt until I hit your belly!" He dropped her on the bed.
"Tell me more. Tell me more!" she cooed as she looked at his rigid tool jutting against the material of his shorts. She squeezed it gently, then reached down and took off his shoes and socks. She could feel the nerves of his body twitch as her hands slipped up his hairy legs, under the material of his shorts, and came to' rest over the length of his quaking prick. Her mouth and tongue moved hotly over his taut belly, nipping and sucking gently, causing a continuous quivering in his tense muscles.
Then her hands clutched at the material from the inside and pulled the shorts down slowly. Past his hips, past his swollen eight-inch cock, past his thighs, past his knees, down to the floor. She kissed the large purple-tinged head, kissed the length of his bulging tool to its base, and then dipped under to kiss and lick his heavy-hanging scrotum.
"Whose eating who?" he asked and moved her head away from his crotch.
"Sorry," she smiled. "I just wanted dessert."
"That's another chapter," he said, kneeling on the floor between her dangling legs. He hooked his fingers into the panties and pulled them off.
Nancy lay back on the bed, hooking her feet on the edge. Her knees were up and her legs spread, allowing him the sight of her delectable pink pussy-meat.
"Tell me again what you're going to do," she coaxed, her breath becoming shallow with anticipation.
"I'm going to eat your box until there isn't anything left but a shell," he warned.
He began to lave and nip savagely on her quivering belly, while his hands cupped over her breasts and squeezed the taut nipples.
"OOOhhhhhhh," she moaned softly as he bit the softness of her belly. "You're a cannibal!"
"You bet your sweet ass I am! And I'm going to eat you all up!"
"Oh, yeah," she groaned, "don't talk about it anymore-do it!"
His fingernails dragged along the ridges of her ribs on their way down to her pussy as his tongue flicked at her navel. Her body jerked in response.
He nuzzled his face in her lush titian pubic hair, blowing his hot breath through the dense forest, while his thumbs traced along the fleshy ridges of her labia. Then his thumbs dipped in and spread the moist hot lips apart. The musky aroma of her seething cunt drew his mouth down like a magnet. He nipped at the flesh and flicked his tongue into the scalding depths.
"Oooohhhh, Bobbie, you're getting to me," she sighed as her ass lifted up to allow him full freedom to her anxious pussy.
He brought his mouth and tongue up the inside of her seeping meat and snapped onto her distended clit.
Her belly and ass jerked convulsively. "That's it, Bobbie! That's it-mangle that little bastard!"
His finger circled around her puckering asshole, forced its way in and reamed the tight passage. His teeth and lips mashed and chewed her ripe bud.
Her ass convuluted angrily from the dual attack. It doubled her pleasure, doubled her passion, and made her squirm and jerk and convulse and writhe from the unending surge of rapturous tremors.
"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, Bobbie, Bobbie," she wheezed, "I'm coming-I'm commminnnggg!"
Her pussy palpitated as it spewed her love-juice in torrents. Bob drank deeply of the honey-flow, and Nancy sank limply into the soft mattress.
He kept his lips glued to her wondrous, fiery flesh, sucking the sensitive meat until she began to quake gently with the return of the passion in her loins. She pushed his head away.
"No, Bob. I want your cock. I want your big cock ramming into my aching cunt!"
He sucked her swollen tit into his mouth and put his throbbing muscle between her legs. She reached down and grabbed the hot shaft, guiding it to her open, grasping cunt-lips. She put the bulbous head between her slippery labia and pushed upward to meet his powerful thrust. She put her legs under his armpits and sucked his huge cock into her churning volcano. He rammed deep into her cunt, slamming violently against her grasping vaginal walls. She met every powerful thrust with an equality of her own.
Their sweaty bodies pounded at each other. Their mouths sucked and bit each other. Cock and cunt battled in an unrelenting orgiastic war. Their howls, groans and whimperings bounced off the walls of the lust-filled bedroom.
They exploded. It was as if they had been caught in the middle of an earth-shattering holocaust. They clutched each other frantically as their life-giving juices mixed deep in her fiery flesh.
They collapsed, exhausted and winded from their frenetic lovemaking. When Bob finally rolled off Nancy and his half-limp prick slipped out of her, she felt as though she were losing part of her own body.
She draped one leg over his thigh and snuggled in the crook of his arm, her hand resting lightly on his flaccid meat. If Rhoda was a lez she didn't know what she was missing.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Friday evening and Rhoda was readying herself for the first night on the new job.
Nancy lay on her bed, trying to get some much needed rest after her strenuous activity the previous night.
"Are you going out again tonight?" Rhoda asked as she looked at her roommate's limp figure sprawled nakedly on the bed.
"I sure am," Nancy replied. "Bob and I are writing a book and we've only got a few chapters done."
Rhoda looked with a puzzled expression. "You're doing what?"
Nancy laughed. "Well, not exactly writing one-let's say we're gathering material."
"Oh," Rhoda murmured, still not understanding. She dismissed it from her mind and straightened her dress in front of the full length mirror.
She stopped at the door and looked seriously at her roommate. "You should get to bed early tonight."
Nancy smiled. "Oh, I will-you can bet on it!" she said with complete assurance. "Good luck on the job," she added.
"Oh, you're impossible," Rhoda said smilingly and waved goodbye. Nancy's laughter was still ringing in her ears as she got on the elevator.
The subway ride to work was anticipatory. Rhoda looked forward to her new job with an air of excitement. She could learn so much about anatomy and flesh tones from Anton that would stand her in good stead when she entered the commercial, dog-eat-dog world.
Anton smiled broadly as he led her through the museum and down the stairs to his workshop.
"You are very punctual," he remarked, "I like that in my associates."
His use of the word, associates, instead of employee, made her feel warm and accepted, as though he considered her an artist, equal to himself.
The workshop was large and air-conditioned to counteract the heat of the furnaces. The room was filled with bubbling vats of wax, long lengths of tubing that had spray attachments and molds for every part of the anatomy, stacked and titled neatly in bins. On the two workbenches, there were rows of heads in various stages of completion.
For the first two hours, Anton patiently explained the infinite details that went into the making of a wax figure. He showed her how the wax was applied, layer after layer, over the basic foundation and then how the details were sculptured in by hand.
Her first job would be to apply the coloring to the completed faces and Anton instructed her in the mixture to best simulate the natural flesh tones.
As she worked on a face, Rhode remembered Nancy's request and smiled. She hadn't seen a phallus nor had she seen a mold for one. It seemed obvious that the waxen men had no cocks, that they were as smooth as women at the crotch.
She thought how much nicer life would be if people were all built that way. A world of asex-uals, populating the earth by scientific methods. Without sex, she reasoned, there would be no infidelity, no cheating Mommas and Poppas, and everyone would be happier.
The hours slipped quickly by and she was surprised when Anton appeared at her side and told her it was twelve, midnight, time to stop for the night.
He pointed to a small cot in the corner of the workshop and said, "That's where you will sleep."
Rhoda froze. He hadn't mentioned that she would have to sleep at the museum and she wasn't prepared for it. Neither did she want to forego the comfort of her room at the Towers for the discomfort of a narrow, uninviting cot.
"I didn't know-I mean you never mentioned that you expected me to sleep here. I can't do that-I have a room at the Towers."
"Now you have a room in the dungeon," he smiled.
"No," she blurted out, becoming frightened. "I didn't bring any clothes with me."
"No matter," he said casually. "You won't have need for clothes. You'll be in the nude most of the time."
Rhoda's stomach knotted tightly and she backed away from him, toward the door. He watched her, a smile on his face. As her hand closed on the doorknob, Anton shook his head sympathetically.
"I'm afraid it's locked," he informed her.
She turned frantically and tried desperately to open the door, but his information proved correct. She faced him, horror written on her lovely face.
"Let me out-please, let me out!" she pleaded.
Anton's smile widened. "I'm afraid you can't go. You haven't served your purpose."
"If you don't let me out this second, I'll report you to the police!" Her voice was loud but filled with terror.
"You want to quit?" he asked.
"Yes!" she snapped, thinking that her threat had forced him to reconsider his position.
"All right, use the other door. It's open," he said, pointing to the door that lead to the room of torture devices and Kong.
Rhoda circled a wide path as she hurried by him to the promised door.
She screamed in terror when her eyes fell on Kong, standing with his huge, long arms outstretched. Her face drained of its blood. She slammed the door shut and fell against it.
"I thought you wanted to leave?" Anton asked.
Rhoda was too frightened to speak. Her voice was a stabbing icicle in her throat and her body trembled violently as she pressed back in horror against the door. Anton moved to her and she was too traumatized to avoid him. It was as though her legs had been deprived of their locomotive power and all communication with her brain had been cut off.
Anton took her by the shoulders and led her to the cot. She shuffled like an automaton, unable to resist his will. Her eyes stared blankly as he sat her on the cot and then walked to the door she had just opened and slammed shut.
When his hand went to the knob, she screamed, "NO-NOOOOOO!"
"Don't worry Rhoda-I won't let Kong in, now. I must go upstairs and see how my children are and say goodnight to them." He opened the door and Rhoda cowered on a corner of the cot.
"Later, Kong, later." The huge primate backed away from the door and Anton looked back and smiled to Rhoda.
"He listens to me just like a puppy. I'll be back shortly," he advised her, "then I'll show you the true purpose for your being here."
Rhoda looked frantically around the room for some means of escape but saw none; and then she remembered having seen, in motion pictures, how doors were barred by wedging chairs under the doorknobs.
She quickly put a straight-back chair under each doorknob and wedged them in tightly, and then to further secure her safety, she piled against the doors whatever else wasn't permanently positioned.
Done with the tiring chore, she sat on the cot to think. Her mind boggled at the position in which she suddenly found herself. She wondered what Anton's words to Kong meant.
What was to happen with that grotesque, hideous animal? She wondered what he meant by her true purpose for being here.
Could he know of her father's wealth, she wondered, and was holding her for ransom? No, she dismissed the idea as ridiculous.
Then for what purpose? For what purpose? For what purpose? Try as she might, she couldn't think of anything that made sense. Each avenue she travelled ended in a blind alley.
She put her hands to her face and began to cry, blaming her parents for her predicament. If they hadn't alienated her, she could have accepted their assistance and not had to seek employment to maintain herself. But, by their sexual promiscuity they had alienated her, and she had to look for work, and now she was in a highly precarious situation, without the slightest inkling as to what her fate was.
It was all their fault! Her frigidity, her fear of marriage, her aversion to men, her aversion to sex, and most of all her present plight.
She heard the doorknob turn and her heart beat crazily, her body trembled, and her breath labored. She heard Anton's laughter when he found himself unable to open the door.
"Let me in," he called. "You will enjoy what I have in mind for you."
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed, feeling secure behind the barriered doors.
"You can't appreciate-you can't enjoy the pleasures of life until you experience them," he said.
Only her heavy breathing answered him.
"I'm offering to show you the ecstatic vistas of carnality! Accept my offer-enjoy it-enjoy the indescribable pleasures of sexual freedom. Open the door!"
At last she knew his intentions. They were that simple. Like her mother and her father. Like Nancy. Like everybody. He was going to force her to indulge in the wanton carnality from which she had flown, and which she still diligently avoided and intended avoiding forever.
"Don't be foolish, Rhoda. A door cannot forestall the inevitable. Open it!"
"NO!" she screamed, "I won't open it. I'll stay in here till I starve to death-but I'll never open the door."
All she heard in response was Anton's hideous laughter and then, "You hear that Kong? She'll starve before submitting. How virtuous, how noble. But we can't have that. I can't let it be said that Anton Turkel is a bad host."
She could hear Kong's short, sharp barking noises and the drumming sound as he beat on his chest.
"Open-the door, Kong," Anton ordered. Rhoda cringed in semi-hysteria as Kong's barking progressed to a loud roar, and then she screamed in horror as Kong splintered the door and came crashing into the room. She came close to fainting with fright as the mammoth primate hovered over her, beating rhythmically on his chest. His penis was enormous.
Anton appeared and ordered the beast aside. Kong obediently obeyed, his cock still flexing.
"You shouldn't be afraid of Kong," Anton said with a pleasant smile. "He's no more dangerous than a pet dog or cat-unless I tell him otherwise."
"Please, please make him go away," she sobbed. "Just the hideous sight of him frightens me.
"You shouldn't refer to Kong in that manner. He may be imposing, but not hideous. I've raised him since he was a baby and I know he's extremely sensitive about cruel remarks." Anton looked at his pet.
"Aren't you sensitive, Kong?" he asked. The semen dripping from the end of his retracting prick was the obvious answer.
The huge mammal beat his chest and growled angrily. Anton returned his attention to Rhoda.
"See? I think an apology is in order." he informed her.
"I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed to be apologizing to an animal, but aware of that animal's intentions.
"Use his name, and be sincere. I don't believe for one second that you are truly sorry."
"I'm sorry, Kong," she repeated with much more feeling. "I didn't mean to call you hideous."
Anton smiled. "That's much better. Kong seems willing to forgive your uncalled for slur." He walked to the animal and patted him on his muscular shoulder. Kong, in turn, patted his muscular cock. Rhoda cringed in fear.
"Wait in the other room, Kong," Anton said, and the gorilla shuffled from the workshop. Anton walked to the cot and smiled at Rhoda, who had assumed a fetus position.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked clinically.
Rhoda was startled by the unexpected question.
"I am a virgin," she whispered.
"Marvelous," he grinned, "it will add greatly to our pleasure. I am a practitioner of Sadomasochism-an adjunct of sexual behavior probably foreign to you, but one in which you will become well versed, and I hope, learn to desire as I do."
Although she had never known anyone familiar with the practice, she knew it entailed receiving and inflicting pain until sexual climax was achieved. She had never known physical pain, nor had she ever inflicted physical pain, and she became almost immobilized by the horrendous thought. Just the fear of being fucked and robbed of her virginity paled by comparison.
"You're not serious-you can't be," she stammered. "Please let me go. I swear I won't say a word to anyone about this joke. It is all a big joke, isn't it?"
"I assure you I'm most serious," he answered. "Now, shall we prepare for your devirginization? Take your clothes off-you won't be needing them for a long while."
CHAPTER FIVE
Rhoda leaped from the cot and put a workbench between herself and Anton. He laughed at her futile attempt to avoid the inevitable.
"Stay away from me!" she screamed, picking up a forming tool. "Stay away-or I'll kill you!"
Anton smiled broadly. "Wonderful, wonderful--you have the soul of a masochist. Keep that fiery spirit and will to be destroyed, and we'll get along famously." He slowly approached the bench and circled it.
Rhoda moved in an opposite direction, keeping the obstruction between them, while Anton's mocking laughter rang in her ears.
The frustration of the chase titilated Anton's libido, and his cock stiffened in his pants creating a tent-like effect at his crotch. His raging passion became too intense to keep up the frustrating pursuit, and he called to Kong.
The mighty ape lumbered into the workshop and Rhoda was trapped between man and animal. She had no choice. She ran to Anton.
"Don't let him touch me!" she pleaded, pressing against Anton for protection.
"I won't," he promised. "Not yet," he added. The tone of his voice implied that the hairy, long-jointed beast would, at some time in the future, touch her, and the reprehensible thought sent cold shivers along her spine.
She wasn't aware of Anton's rigid cock pressing into the softness of her crotch, or of his hand squeezing the fullness of her breast as she shuddered at the gorilla's lumber from the room on Anton's order.
It wasn't until Anton began to unzip her dress that she realized his throbbing prick agitated hotly against her pussy and his hand was kneading the pliancy of her firm tit. She tried to pull away from him, but he had her too tightly locked in his arms.
"Noooooo!" she shrieked as his hands grabbed the shoulders of the dress and pulled the garment from her. He quickly tore her brassiere and panties from her body, and she stood before him in the nude, trying to cover her tits and crotch with her arms.
He laughed at her shyness. "There's no need to cover yourself. We will know each other intimately in a very short time."
Anton grabbed her by the wrists and twisted viciously, forcing her body forward against his. He pressed his turgid tool into her naked crotch and rubbed it rapidly against the pinkness of her pussy-lips, while he tore viciously at her breasts. After a few moments of preparatory agitation, he picked her up in his arms and carried her squirming and kicking into the torture chamber. He put her on the rack, tying her wrists and ankles to rollers at either end of the open frame.
Kong hippity-hopped happily as he took a position at one crank.
Anton looked at Rhoda's terror-stricken face and smiled benignly.
"The device on which you are being held is called a rack. In medieval days it was used to pull arms from sockets. I won't use it to its extreme-only enough to bring about an orgasm . ... Do you know that the victims always had orgasms? Do you know a man at his hanging comes when he dies?"
Rhoda's pitiful screams echoed through the dank room as Anton hurried out of his clothes and hovered over her bound body, his thick ten-inch cock quivering with excitement."
He twirled his index finger clockwise and Kong slowly turned the crank, taking the slack from the binding ropes. As the ropes tightened, increasing the pull on her arms and legs, sharp twinges of pain coursed through her body.
Rhoda whimpered and cried as the dull ache throbbed with unrelenting constancy. Salty beads of perspiration popped up on her brow and belly; then ran over her face and hips in tiny rivulets.
Anton watched her physical anguish with rapturous delight, his jerking cock swinging stiffly as his welling orgasm boiled angrily in his testes. His legs and ass quivered, his belly twitched, and his head rolled loosely on his neck. He had to grab the wooden frame of the rack to steady his wildly shuddering frame.
"Tighter, Kong! Tighter!" he wailed, slamming his prick against the rough wooden frame.
Rhoda's frantic shrieks of excruciating pain stabbed like erotic knives into Anton's libido and he beat his fists against the framework of the rack.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" he howled in a high-pitched, undulating voice as his raging orgasm erupted fitfully. The spewing jism sprayed Rhoda's twisting body and trickled down her sides, dripping thickly to the floor.
Anton weakly dropped to his knees and leaned in a kneeling position against the rack. He moved his index finger in a counter-clockwise direction and Kong eased the tension of Rhoda's arms and legs.
The horrible pain subsided but the sickening feel of Anton's cooling cum still clung to her skin, knotting her stomach with revulsion. Her breath bellowed out of her lungs with a hoarse, rasping sound, and her leg-sockets still ached dully from the unaccustomed pressure they were forced to endure.
After resting a few moments, Anton got to his feet and looked at Rhoda's cum-covered body, his dribbling tool hanging limply between his legs. He stepped over the crosspiece of the rack and stood between Rhoda's spread legs, his cock level with her pussy.
"Now, my dear, I'll rid you of your virginal encumberance. The pain and the pleasure will lift you to ecstasies you never imagined."
"No, no, no-please don't put that thing in me!" she pleaded. "Please, please, please don't do it!"
"I must. I must unlock the sensuality closed in the recesses of your mind. I must show you the beauty of uninhibited, unrestricted sex-the exquisite pleasure of sadism and the savage rapture of masochism. You'll see-you will thank me for releasing you from your sexual dungeon."
"I'll hate you," she shouted in terror. "I'll loathe you and kill you if it's the last thing I ever do on earth!"
Anton slapped her viciously across her belly and she winced in pain, as he twirled his finger for Kong to tighten the ropes again. As she writhed in agony from the tautening ropes, Anton's phallus pulsed to stiffness, goaded on by her anguished screams of pain.
When she seemed on the verge of losing consciousness, Anton had the gorilla stop cranking the roller, holding Rhoda's body stretched full to the pleasure of his eyes. As she whimpered from the unceasing pain, Anton put his bulging cock-head to her puffy cunt and spread the pink blossoms with his fingers. Into the tortured opening he shoved his mammoth glans, wedging the unused labia savagely apart. He dug his fingernails into the firmness of her hips and rammed his thick cock through the thinness of her hymen. She screamed hysterically as the raging cock lacerated her membrane and screeched dryly through the tight, virginal passage.
Livid spots appeared before her eyes as the almost unendurable pain scalded her brain with white-hot, agonizing shocks. Her breath caught in her throat and her belly formed knots the size of small fists. The oozing, warm blood from her torn maidenhead mixed with the lubricant exuded by her adapting vagina, but as the pain was unceasing so were her agonized shrieks. She prayed she would pass out and escape the satanic torment that the rack and his ravaging cock was forcing into her fevered brain, but I wasn't meant to be. She remained lucid and aware of the fiendish pain.
The more she contorted and cried out from the agony, the more savage and frantic became Anton's rutting. He grabbed her taut nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling, tweaking and pulling the blood-filled buds with maniacal fury, heaping more agonies on her surfeited body.
Her pain-wracked body convulsed and contorted from the cruel and inhuman treatment, which only drove Anton to greater and greater activity.
Anton's thick phallus tore and lacerated her tight cunt, while her asshole seemed to be popping out between her thighs. Every muscle in Anton's body twitched and spasmed as the result of his devilish work, and his orgasm spewed angrily from the tip of his imbedded prick.
"Aaarrrrgghhhhhhh-God Almighty!" he howled, and shoved his stiff shaft deep into Rhoda's torn cunt-meat, his balls slapping wetly against the cheeks of her ass.
As his raging cock wedged into the narrow opening of her cervix and disgorged its milky contents, Rhoda mercifully lost consciousness. He slapped her across the face but to no avail. She remained inert. Angrily, he pulled his emptied prick from her grabbing cunt-meat, arching strings of cum and blood connecting her sodden pussy to the head of his cock.
Before releasing her from the rack, he wiped his shriveled penis on Kong's hairy body. On Anton's orders, Kong carried the unconscious girl into the workshop and dumped her unceremoniously on the cot. His snout curled, smelling. His bestial cock arched; but Anton's orders were sufficient restraint.
* * *
When Rhoda awakened she saw a bowl of water and a towel beside the cot. Kong sat in the doorway playing with his tool. She turned her face away in disgust.
She looked down at her aching body and saw the splotches of dry cum caked over her belly and tits and the pinkish mixture of cum and blood matted in her black pubic patch. Her eyes closed and tears flooded from under her lids as she recalled the pain and horror that she had experienced. She had hoped that it was only a terrible nightmare but the ugly evidence on her firm flesh dispelled the hope from her mind.
The first thing she had to do was rid herself of the repulsive reminder. She reached for a tattered cloth. Her arms, at the shoulders, felt as though there were hot pokers jabbing in them; her legs, at the hip sockets, felt as though sharp clamps were being driven into the bone; and her torn, distorted pussy throbbed with a stinging ache. She lay there a moment summoning the will to ignore the aches and pain so she might towel the erotic residue from her body.
With rare determination she rolled to her side and grabbed at the cloth. After dipping it into the water basin, she laboriously washed the dried cum from her belly and chest, and then tenderly applied the wet cloth to her lacerated cunt-meat. Having cleansed the traces of Anton's repugnant sperm from herself, she lay back on the cot, her eyes staring blankly at the high ceiling.
She had cleansed herself, however superficially, but she felt she would never be clean again. If she lay in a scalding hot tub for a week unending she would still feel Anton's filth pervading her being. Her mind and her body would still retain the lingering effect of his savage assault.
The more she thought of the attack, the more she sank into a morose state of ill-being and shame and guilt. How she felt about sexual promiscuity in general and her parent's sexual promiscuity in particular, she now felt about herself. She felt degraded and debased, as though she had been part of some bacchanalian orgy. The fact that she had been taken by force offered no comfort, because she knew that she must share some of the responsibility. She had become part of the situation freely, and had allowed it to progress to the point where she no longer controlled it. She should have been perceptive enough to see through Anton's thin advertisement; stupid advertisement. She was a gullible fool.
She rolled laboriously to her stomach and buried her face in the softness of the pillow, her tears soaking into the cover.
Rhoda had felt that life was tedious at best, but now she felt that it was almost unbearable. Anton had reconfirmed her conviction that the human race was corrupt and hedonistic, concerned only with pleasures of the body. She promised herself that if she escaped Anton's insane clutches she would find some desolate place to spend the rest of her life, severing all ties with the rest of so-called humanity.
She felt cold fingers on her back and her head snapped in fright. Anton's unimposing figure hovered over her, holding a tray of food. He smiled amiably.
"I'm pleased with the progress we made. Of course, in time you will be able to cope with pain and enjoy it as I do. First we must overcome your aversion to plain sexual intercourse.
Fucking, my dear. It is unseemly that you should not experience the exquisite joy of fucking. It is why you've been put on earth. It is why we've all been put on earth. You, me, Kong-every creature that roams our planet. It is our only reason for being-sex-the pleasure a cunt gets from a prick-and vice versa."
Rhoda looked into his beady eyes and wanted to smash his smug face. Sex, she thought, the only act that was important to people. She could accept the philosophy in dumb animals, they functioned on instinct; but homo sapien was supposed to have the faculty of reason and intelligence, yet the sexual act was preeminent in our society and Anton was a prime example of the corrupt depths to which we had sunk.
"For the moment," he continued, "we will concentrate on developing your acceptance and enjoyment of mundane fucking."
"Never!" she screamed. "I'll never accept it or enjoy it! You may kill me in the attempt to change me, but I'll die hating it and you!"
Anton chuckled knowingly. "Admirable. A fighting, rebellious spirit. I knew you would be a challenge the minute I set eyes on you. I also know you're receptive and pliable in spite of what you might think at the moment."
"You don't know anything-except perversion! Well, you won't turn me into an animal like you! The first chance I get-I'm going to end your filthy, degenerate, perverted life!"
Anton set the tray of food on the chair and mockingly clapped his hands.
"Bravo. But to inflict bodily harm on me-and to survive your training-you must keep up your strength." Anton moved the chair closer to the cot and uncovered the food.
Rhoda looked disdainfully at the steak, potatoes and glass of milk.
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of eating your contaminated food." she snapped angrily.
Anton sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"That is one area in which you have a choice. Whether you eat and survive to wreak your vengeance or abstain and die of starvation is entirely up to you. But be assured I will continue your sado-masochistic education in either case."
Rhoda looked again at the food, then at Anton, then she turned her back to both.
"I have about an hour's work, then I'll be back for another round of your love. I'll leave the food just in case you change your mind."
Anton walked to the door.
"I advise you to remain on the cot-Kong might misinterpret your intentions if you get off."
He left. Rhoda looked at Kong, still sitting in the open doorway, his black eyes dancing quickly in the deep sockets of his skull. She grimaced and turned her attention to the food. Anton was right, she thought, she had to eat to survive. And she had to survive the nightmarish ordeal to fulfill her promise of revenge. She cut a small piece of steak and put it in her mouth. The physical and emotional strain had made he:' ravenous.
After cleaning the plate and draining the glass, she felt better, at least, she felt stronger and revitalized. She felt more able to cope with whatever reprehensible act Anton intended.
As she sat on the cot, she wondered how well-trained Kong was. Would he actually go after her if she casually got up, or was it a bluff on Anton's part to keep her imprisoned without his presence?
She decided to test Kong's reactions. First, she pushed the chair noisily aside. Kong sat unmoving, ignoring the noise. His uncaring attitude heartened her. She threw the glass across the room and it shattered against the wall. Kong turned his head in the direction of the noise but remained seated in the doorway.
Emboldened by his indifference, Rhoda took a deep breath and stood up, intending to learn how much liberty she could take with the hairy monster. She learned quickly. Kong leaped to his feet and growled ominously, his arms stretching out like furry tree trunks, his cock a blinking red light in his fur.
Rhoda gasped in horror and dropped hastily back onto the cot.
At least she had tried, and she knew that the gorilla was well trained, and that she would have to bide her time to effect an escape.
She nervously waited Anton's return in spite of his threat. Promise? It wasn't a long wait. He entered the room in the nude, his long flaccid prick slapping against his thighs as he walked.
Rhoda sat up apprehensively as he approached, carrying a soldering iron in his hand. He looked at the empty plate and smiled.
"You decided to eat-good." he said, and put the tray on a nearby table. He plugged in the soldering iron and then lay it on the chair, within reach of the cot.
"It's always nice to fuck on a full belly," he informed her. "I'm going to fuck you in the ordinary way allowing you the freedom of your arms and legs."
"No," she shouted, "I won't let you!"
Anton smiled easily. "I think you will and this time you'll enjoy it." He sat on the cot and put his hand on her breast, squeezing the firm flesh with his fingers. Rhoda angrily pushed his hand away.
"That is no way to treat your benefactor," he said. He picked up the soldering iron and spit on the tip. The saliva sizzled into steam as it contacted the red-hot end.
"Have you ever smelled burning flesh?" he asked, putting the hot metal near her side.
Rhoda could feel the hot radiance against her ribs and her insides shriveled with fright. Anton put his hand between her legs and agitated his rough skin along the tender slot of her pussy. Again she roughly pushed his hand aside.
He held the soldering iron a hair-length from her side. Her tender flesh blistered from the intense heat and she shrieked hysterically as the blinding pain smashed into her brain.
As she grabbed at her flesh and gnashed her teeth to offset the agony, Anton's cock twanged to stiffness, catalyzed by her writhing anguish. He put the iron on the chair and put his hand between her legs again.
"You won't be so foolish again, will you?" he said, pressing her tortured pussy-lips in the palm of his hand. Roughly, he agitated her pink labia, kneading, and mashing the velvety petals. Then he lowered his mouth to her breast and sucked in one taut nipple.
As he bit and ground her distended nipple with his teeth, he opened her weeping slit with his fingers, and slipped into the fiery vulva.
In spite of Rhoda's agony from the burn, she felt tingles of pleasure emanating from her tit and pussy; Anton increased the pressure of his teeth on her nipple and delved deeper into her crying cunt-meat, pressuring along her vaginal walls with his fingers.
When his bony fingers trapped her clitoris, her ass involuntarily began to twitch and convolute in tiny circles. He rolled the taut bud between his thumb and forefinger sending .sparks of delight racing over Rhoda's flesh. She tried to fight back the burgeoning passion welling up in her loins, but she was fighting a losing battle. More intense, more keen, more frequent became the sensuous tremors, and she could feel her will to resist slowly ebbing.
She gasped in disappointment when he took his fingers from her inflamed clit, but the letdown was short lived when she realized he was moving into position to replace his fingers with his cock.
As' he lay between her legs, his thick phallus pressing into the puffiness of her cunt-lips, she closed her eyes and prayed. The momentary respite had allowed her to rid herself of her passion and recapture her will to resist. Once again she felt revulsion pervade her body and she loathed the perverted human that lodged between her legs, his throbbing penis agitating her tortured cunt.
Anton grunted and groaned as he rubbed his aching tool along her slippery slot and chewed hungrily on her blood-swollen nipple. Again he was awakening her libido, and summoning her passion into the open. And again, she fought it. She tried to lie immobile, coolly accepting what he was doing but not reacting.
Instinctively her pussy twitched from the hot pleasure of his slithering rod. Involuntarily her belly quivered from his biting, sucking mouth.
Anton guided his bulging cock-head to the narrow slot of her vaginal opening and pressed the bulbous glans against her musk-moist cunt lips.
"Spread your legs," he growled passionately.
"NO!" she snapped, pressing her legs as close together as she could.
"Don't be stupid," he warned her. "I'm going to fuck you-one way or the other."
"No, no, no!" she screeched adamantly.
As Anton pressured the tip of his prick against her labia, he reached for the soldering iron and jabbed it into her buttock, at the same time he screamed, "Open your fucking legs!"
Mingled with his screaming order was her unearthly whelp of pain as the iron sizzled into her ass. Her legs sprang apart like coiled springs. He tossed the iron aside. She waited while Anton shoved his pulsing cock-head into the gaping cunt and rammed it in up to the hilt.
Rhoda screeched uncontrollably from the combined pain of his raging prick and the burn on her ass. Anton's tool swelled grotesquely in her vagina, distorting the membraneous walls with its thickness. He grabbed her by the cheeks of her ass and lifted her from the cot allowing him greater freedom to pump his imbedded phallus.
Like an animal-like Kong!-he raged his throbbing shaft along the grabbing flesh of her cunt, pumping it with maniacal fury.
Rhoda's tortured vagina unleashed a copious flow of lubricant to ease the burning sensation caused by his screeching rod. The thick flow provided a slippery way for his pistoning cock and eased the agony of her anguished cunt.
Lost was the smarting on her ass, lost was the pain in her twat, as leaping tremors of ecstasy began to rocket through her body. More and more delirious became her pleasure, more and more frequent the pleasure too, until the ecstatic moments became a constant, unyielding delirium.
She dug her fingers into Anton's narrow shoulders and pressed her knees into his sides as she humped and wriggled under his infuriated pummeling.
"Oh God, oh God," she breathily murmured. "It can't be true-it can't be!" Nothing on earth could feel like this!
Delighted that he had broken through the initial barrier, Anton increased the pumping action of his stiff tool while convoluting his ass to give her added pleasure.
A ball of passion gathered in Rhoda's belly, and she writhed and humped to rid herself of the compromising orgasm.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned in delirious anguish. She wanted the climax to erupt but it teetered tauntingly on the brink of release, neither waxing nor waning, teasing her with emotional frustration.
"Come! Come!"
"I can't! I can't come!" she wailed.
"Yes you can!" he assured her. He formed his fingers into claws and raked his long nails along the tender ridges of her rib cage, drawing thin streaks of red in their wake. At the same time he shoved his cock savagely into her, forcing and twisting the bulging cock-head into her cervix.
"Yeeeessssssssssssssss!" she hissed wildly as the flash of pain ripped through her, releasing the pent-up orgasm. Her tiny fists beat on his chest as her exploding climax raged unbridled in her guts.
"You bastard! You bastard!" she screamed as her legs locked around his waist, pulling him crushingly into her.
Anton gasped for air as he dug his fingers into her ass, and his prick spasmed its contents into the depths of her inflamed pussy-meat.
Their love-juices mixed in a seething maelstrom and their uninhibited wailing harmonized into a bizarre symphony of carnality.
Kong hippity-hopped frantically and beat his massive chest frenetically, while his 18-inch muscle swung crazily from side to side. As Rhoda's and Anton's entwined bodies shuddered like mortally wounded birds, Kong slapped his massive bat with the palm of his hand. He roared wildly as the sperm gushed from his pole as though from a faucet.
When their passion had ebbed and Anton's cock lay limply in Rhoda's sodden flesh, she felt the return of her revulsion and loathing for the animalistic human that sweatily rested on her.
She turned her head to the side and covered her face with her arm. Anton smiled smugly as he pulled his flaccid muscle from her surrounding cunt-meat, trailing shimmering cum strings from the tip.
He wiped his loosely hanging tool with a towel and then dropped it over Rhoda's body. She angrily tossed it to the floor and Anton laughed.
"There's no need for anger," he said. "You are progressing beautifully."
He turned his attention to Kong. "Don't you think she's doing well?"
The hairy monster grunted agreement.
"Come Kong, we'll leave our guest to contemplate her future." The unholy duo left the workshop and Rhoda began to cry.
CHAPTER SIX
She lay on the cot in an almost comotose state for an interminable period, afraid to think, afraid to feel. It was as though she had retreated from reality, unable to cope with the facts as they had been forced upon her.
But her mind was too strong to be kept inactive and it stirred restlessly. She raised her head and looked for the towel, anxious to rid her cunt of Anton's disgusting seed still sopping in her vagina.
She soaked the towel with water and feverishly bathed her tender cunt-meat, ridding it of the repugnant sperm that clung to the vaginal walls. It was as though she were seeking absolution by cleansing out Anton's devilish residue.
She rinsed out the towel and applied its cooling effect to the livid lines along her rib cage. It soothed the sting and comforted her physically, but she writhed mentally with self-recrimination and doubt.
She had accepted his cock and had enjoyed its thickness pistoning in her cunt. And although she hated the man, enough to kill him, and hated sex and all it stood for, she nevertheless had an orgasm. It was as though she had committed the most heinous crime imaginable.
His words, "You are progressing beautifully," echoed in her mind and she torturedly wondered if it was true. Was she progressing beautifully? Was she in the midst of some abominable metamorphasis?
If she wasn't, how could she have allowed herself to find such ecstasy in his ravaging cock? How could she have allowed herself to savor the fruits of illicit carnality? And why, why did "his raking, tearing fingernails bring about her orgasm?
It had to be true, she was undergoing an emotional change, one that was atrocious, odious and contemptible. The guilt and shame that she had felt before seemed mild in comparison to the overwhelming, stifling emotion she now felt.
Huge tears poured from the corners of her eyes as she followed Anton's implied suggestion and contemplated her future. Just how far would she progress, as Anton put it; or rather, just how far would she retrogress, her anguished mind wondered? Would she sink to Anton's level? Was she capable of such degeneration?
Her mind spun dizzily from the myriad of traumatic possibilities that pounded relentlessly in her tortured brain.
The only resolution she could make without hesitation, was that she would fight him and fight his intentions, and she fervently prayed that she would win. After she had already lost?
She slipped off into a fitful sleep as her mind and body grew weary from their uncommon activity.
* * *
At the Towers, Rhoda's father, James Masters, walked across the carpeted foyer toward the front desk.
He was just past forty years of age and had kept the athletic bearing in which he prided himself. He was a virile, dynamic man, who drew female attention wherever he went, and to constantly prove his masculinity, he never rejected an opportunity to indulge his sexual needs. It was that trait, in both him and his wife, that had caused the rift between them and Rhoda.
Although he knew that his adulterous sexuality was the reason for Rhoda's estrangement, he couldn't alter his ways, but he did love his daughter and was in New York to once more try and bring about a reconciliation.
He stepped up to the desk and the young lady there smiled broadly, observing the ruggedly good-looking man with obvious appreciation.
He returned the smile. "Good evening, Miss-uh?"
"Miss Evans. Judith Evans," she said, supplying her name. "Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, Judith," he said, using her first name as though he had known her for years. It was his way. He could use a woman's first name immediately and she readily accepted his informality without a second thought. His personality was such that he could melt the most frigid woman with a smile.
"I'm Rhoda Masters' father-Jim," he continued, "is she in?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Masters, but...." she began.
He interrupted. "Jim."
Judith smiled shyly. "Rhoda left the hotel at five-thirty. I believe she's started a new job-working evenings?"
Jim frowned. "Damn it-it's important that I see her. Do you know where she's working?" he asked.
"I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Her roommate would probably know, but she's gone to the Concord hotel for the weekend." Her red tongue made circles in her open mouth. Like father, like daughter? Like roommate?
Jim rubbed his chin. "Do you know when she's through work? "
"I don't know for sure, but I could venture a guess. She left here at five-thirty so she probably started work at six. Allowing for six to eight hours of work-she should be here between twelve-thirty and two-thirty."
"Excellent, Judith," he smiled. "You missed your calling. The C.I.A. could use women with your deductive powers."
Judith giggled as J im looked at his watch.
"Let's see if I would qualify for detective work. It's eight-thirty and you were here at five-thirty, when my daugher left. Checkout time is two, so I would imagine that the shift change is at two. Therefore my dear, I deduce that you started at two and are due to be relieved at ten and starved."
She tried to look surprised. "That's wonderful-but how could you deduct all that just because I was here at five-thirty?"
"Easy," he answered. "I looked at your time card." He pointed it out on the desk.
Judith laughed brightly, showing him lots of teeth, tongue, roof of mouth, lips, throat. It was like opening her cunt to him.
"Was I right on all counts, including your hunger at quitting time?"
"Yes," she answered. "I'm always hungry for it when I finish work."
"I detest dining alone. Will you join me?"
Judith felt tingling sensations race up her arm as his soft hand gently squeezed hers.
At exactly ten-five he started back for the Towers, and found Judith waiting eagerly in the lobby.
He called for a cab to the Park Plaza hotel where he was staying. As the cab wended its way through the heavy traffic, he put his arm around Judith and let his hand hang loosely down, his thumb brushing lightly along the rounded side of her firm breast. Like his daughter's!
He could feel the braless wonder of her tit, moved his thumb to her nipple while he kissed her softly on the ear. She shuddered slightly from the feel of his wet lips and his thumb brushing her tautening nipple.
Her hand rested on the firmness of his thigh, her fingers only missing the head of his stirring cock by the narrowest of margins. When he turned her face to his and their lips met in a passionate kiss, her fingers moved to his bulbous glans and fondled the pulpy flesh.
His prick pulsed to rigidity and he cupped her luscious globe in his hand, rolling her breast through the silken material of her dress.
"Oohh," she cooed, and her tongue darted into his mouth, slithering around his tongue like a searching snake. Her hand wrapped around his rock-hard tool and squeezed the throbbing muscle; then she followed the stiffness until her fingers found his fully-laden balls. She tenderly jostled the scrotum with her fingertips while her thumb frictioned on the sensitive underbelly of his rod.
They pulled apart when the cab came to a jolting stop in front of the Park Plaza. Jim paid the tab and they walked hand in hand across the hotel lobby to the elevator.
He punched the button for the fifteenth floor and they rode the silent car alone. He leaned against the side of the car and put his hands on Judith's ass, pulling her crotch into his. As he ground his stiff shaft against the soft roundness of her pussy-lips, his hands cupped over her bulging tits and squeezed the pliant flesh. Judith's mouth found his and she bit lightly into his lower lip as the flowering passion stirred impatiently her groin.
The elevator whispered to a stop and they walked along the corridor, his arm around her shoulders and his hand on her breast; while her hand clung greedily to his turgid prick.
The door to Jim's suite had no sooner clicked shut than Judith whipped out of her clothes and stood before him, bare-footed and bare-assed. Jim's eyes opened widely. He had anticipated a lovely figure, but what he saw took his breath away. His mouth watered in eager anticipation, like a kid seeing his first banana split. He quickly picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, where he deposited her on the bed. The satin bedspread on her naked flesh sent sensual shivers up her spine.
Judith watched anxiously, hungrily, as Jim shucked his jacket, tie and shirt, and then kicked off his loafer-type shoes. Her cunt nervously twitched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Then his socks and pants lay beside the shirt in a crumpled heap. He snapped on the radio.
She sat on the edge of the bed as he walked to her, still in his shorts. Her eyes riveted on the bulge at the crotch and she hungered to have the taut muscle in her slavering mouth. She hooked her fingers over the elastic top and pulled the shorts to below his knees, then allowed them to drop to the floor of their own weight.
Judith gasped as she looked at the rigid cock pointing at her mouth. She placed her hands on Jim's thighs and slowly slipped up the hairy flesh, feeling the nerves of his body quiver as she moved. Her hands came to rest over the length of his quaking prick, while her mouth and tongue moved hotly over his taut belly, nipping and sucking gently, causing a continuous twitching of his tensed muscles.
She kissed the large, circumcized head. She kissed the length of his bulging tool to its base and then dipped her head under to kiss and lick his heavy-hanging balls.
Jim's legs shook, his belly twitched, his chest heaved. "Oohhhh-that's great! Absolutely great!" he crooned in a deep gutteral tone.
She left his tingling balls, and her mouth engulfed his pulsing cap. Her teeth raked the tender ridge as his fingers dug into her soft shoulders from the ceaseless tremors that were exploding in his bowels.
Judith reached around and clamped her small hands firmly into his tense buttocks. She pulled his big cock deep into her mouth and then sucked upward, hollowing her cheeks to form a living suction cup. As he neared a climax, her head moved swiftly up and down his swelling prick. One of her hands moved to his balls to coax the aching testicles to give up its milky contents.
"Aaaaaimimeeeeeeeee!" he screamed as he spurted his hot cum into her suctioning mouth. She moved her mouth to the head of his convulsing cock and swallowed every drop of the hot sperm lava that he spewed forth. She milked him then and drew every last drop with her vacuuming lips. She had learned well.
He dropped weakly to his knees in front of her, his face snuggled into the warmth of her thighs as her fingers wandered lightly through his black, curly hair.
"You're great, baby," he purred and kissed her on the inner thigh, just below her impassioned crotch.
She moaned a soft, "oh," as a result of the tender kiss and lay back on the bed.
Jim rested his palm on the softness of her glistening blonde pubic hair, while his thumb traced lightly along the pulpy, moist pussy-lips.
Her belly tightened. A quick series of breathy, "Aahh's," leaped out of her gaping mouth. He nuzzled his face into the lush gold patch and blew his hot breath through its softness, while his hand cupped over her heaving tits and kneaded the distended nipples.
"Oh, Jim, eat me! Eat me!" she wailed. "Suck my pussy! Eat it all up!"
He grabbed her by the ankles and pushed up. Her knees bent and her legs spread, leaving her hot pussy hanging slightly over the edge of the bed. He could see the pink flesh pulsing in keen anticipation and his lips kissed lightly along the pulpy ridges of her vulva. His tongue dipped in and traced along the inner, moist flesh of her widespread cunt-lips.
Her hips jerked violently as his tongue darted in, wiggling along the walls of her steaming vagina. Her ass swayed to the rapturous delight, and she pushed forward to capture more of his probing tongue.
"Get the clit! Suck the little boy! Bite him! Pull him!" she pleaded in anguish. Her heaving body writhed in uncontrollable passion. "Make me come! Oh, God, please make me come!" Her voice was cracking from the burning desire that wracked her body.
He spread the searing pussy-lips wider and grabbed the aching bud with his mouth, rolling, mashing and pulling on the stiff hot clit. His fingers tickled at her puckering asshole while he kept up the relentless attack on her blood-engorged clitoris. Her hips flailed wildly, her fingers tore into the satin spread, and her body drove lustfully against his suctioning, mashing mouth.
"I'm commmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnng!" she wailed like a mournful siren, pushing his face deeper into her spewing cunt-meat. Her body arched and tensed as he sucked the life out of her.
He lay his full weight on her limp body, his stiff cock snuggling against the hot, moist folds of her spread pussy-meat.
He covered her with white-hot kisses. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her ears, her shoulders, her breasts all felt the vibrant passion of his lips. He lingered on her taut nipples, his tongue flicking at their erect stiffness, reawakening the embers of her lust. The wanton craving of her pussy began to press against the heat of his turgid shaft. Her hand grabbed the pulsing muscle between her legs and guided it to the eager opening of her smoldering cave.
She spread her legs wide to accept the bulbous head and wrapped her legs around his back, squeezing him into her seething depths.
They tore and lunged at each other, seeking the culmination of their animal passions.
His heavily laden balls slapped wetly against her convulting ass as he plunged relentlessly into her grasping cunt. She worked her vaginal muscles like a small fist; pulling and holding every lunge of his pussy-hungry dick.
They melded into a single, driving, writhing, slamming orgiastic entity, frenetically striving for a mutual orgasm.
Their growling, animalistic groans meshed into a harmonious song of pure, unadulterated lust as they rocketed off into the infinity of delirium.
They clung tenaciously to each other, savoring the last clinging moments of pleasure, then they slumped into a heavenly semi-comotose state.
It was almost three in the morning when Jim awoke and sent Judith on her way, giving her money to pay for the taxi. He had used her and she had used him, and in his mind it was an even exchange.
When she had gone, he called the Towers and asked the desk clerk if Rhoda had returned. He was slightly disturbed when he learned that she hadn't. He left a message for her to call him at the Park Plaza and then he fell into a deep, restful sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rhoda tossed uneasily in sleep, her mind subconsciously wrestling with her traumatic experiences. Her eyes snapped open as Anton padded into the workshop, followed by Kong.
"I hope you rested well," Anton said, his smirking face looking down at her averted face. "I have good news for you. I decided to keep the museum closed over the weekend so we might devote all our time to each other."
Her heart sank as she heard the horrendous information. She had hoped that when there were visitors in the museum, she could scream and perhaps be heard and be rescued.
"I'm disappointed," Anton pouted. "You don't seem pleased at the prospect of a weekend alone with me and Kong."
Rhoda turned on her stomach. "Why can't you leave me alone? I'm tired and every muscle in my body aches."
"Exactly why I'm here. If one falls off a horse, he must immediately remount. If a pilot cracks up, he must immediately fly again. In either case a lapse in time would create a mental barrier. So it is with you. You have accomplished a great deal and can't afford a time lapse in which to undo the good that has already been done."
"You mean you're not through for the night?" she asked incredulously.
"Certainly not," he answered as though she was stupid for asking such an obvious question. "You have learned to love sex but you still shy from pain, except in minimal amounts-and you must learn to love both. Sex and pain are irrevocably intertwined."
"You're crazy!" she shouted. "You're a pathological sex deviate."
He smiled benignly. "Most people are, but too inhibited to admit it or indulge their deep-seated desires. Just as you are, my dear-but not for long."
Anton nodded to Kong, who scooped Rhoda from the cot and carried her screaming into the torture room. She kicked and squirmed but Kong's massive arms held her as easily as if she were a year old baby. All she received, for her efforts, was scratches on her body from Kong's wire-like hair. And the poke of his cock on her distended bare ass.
Kong put her down by a rough-hewn, wooden replica of early English stocks, used for punishment. Kong held Rhoda immobile while Anton lifted the upper half of the stocks on its hinge. He forced her to. her knees and placed her neck and wrists in the notches on the lower block. He then lowered the upper half into place, locking her into a kneeling position.
Anton took a reed switch from the wall and stood behind Rhoda's exposed and jutting ass. He raised the switch above his head and then brought it quickly forward in a sweeping arc. It whistled and thwacked sharply into the naked flesh of Rhoda's unprotected buttocks.
She screamed and Anton's cock stiffened. He lashed out again with the switch and it cracked acutely across her skin. She whelped like a frightened bitch as livid welts formed on the smooth flesh of her ass, and Anton's cock jerked.
Again and again he cracked the switch into her reddening flesh until tiny bubbles of blood appeared. Tears flowed from Rhoda's eyes and formed salty puddles on her cheeks as the unceasing stings of the switch snapped in her brain.
Her ass was almost a beet-red when a numbness set in, and then she felt the warm stickiness of Anton's sperm splatting across her ass as he savagely, howled the advent of his orgasm.
The gummy jism ran down the curve of her buttocks and dribbled into deep cleft of her ass. The feeling of the icky cum made her feel nauseous, but she enjoyed the warmth that radiated from her reddened ass.
Anton kneeled behind her, between her legs, and began to slap with his hands across the fleshy part of her ass while he jabbed his solid muscle at her anus.
"You aren't screaming so much. It means you are beginning to like the pain." he pointed out while poking roughly at her sphincter muscle with his bulbous cock-head.
Was she beginning to like the pain, she wondered? It wasn't hurting as much as before and she did find the rosy numbness pleasant. No, she silently protested, it was only that the numbness had robbed her of further feeling.
"I have a more exquisite pain for you-one that will bring about an orgasm." he promised.
She knew what it was when she felt his fingers spreading the tight sphincter muscle and his throbbing glans poke into the small opening.
"My prick plunging into the tightness of your ass without the aid of vaseline will afford you a divine excursion into the realm of sexual pain."
"No-nooooooo!" she frantically protested.
"You'll split me in two. I'm too small!" She couldn't even stand an enema when she was younger.
Anton laughed. "The pain will be exquisite and the body is a most adaptable organ."
He had his dry prick wedged into the small orifice and grabbed her by the hips. He grunted wildly as he shoved his thick cock forward and squeezed it through the narrow passage of her rectal canal.
The fiery pain burst in her brain like burning rockets and she shrieked pitiably. The more she screamed her anguished protest, the more furiously he pumped his rigid muscle in her distended anus.
Locked in the stocks, she was unable to fight him off but she squirmed and wriggled her ass in an attempt to dislodge him from her rectum. As Anton pistoned his impaling tool, he continued slapping Rhoda on the ass with his hands.
The dual pain of his cock and hands counteracted against each other and an engulfing euphoria pervaded her body so that all she could feel was the rapturous sensation of his pumping prick.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhh, ooooohhhhhhhh," she cooed, not knowing if it was a result of the euphoric numbness or the glorious ecstasy of his thick phallus pumping in her grabbing asshole.
"You-are-learning-to-appreciate-the-glory-of-sexual-pain," he said, each word coming with a forward lunge of his rutting stump. "The glory of cunt-fucking, now the glory of ass-fucking."
"No," she cried, still unwilling to give in to him. In spite of the rapture she was feeling she remained determined to fight him all the way.
He stopped pumping his cock and he felt her body whimper in protest. "Then you want me to stop?" he asked, a smug grin on his face.
"Yes-you animal-stop!" she sobbed weakly.
He began to slowly pull his prick from her convulsing asshole. When he extracted it to the point where only his glans was still imbedded, she whimpered plaintively.
"Noooooooo-don't stop! Make me come!"
He ferociously slammed his swollen stump forward until his pelvis ground into her cushy ass and beat his palms into the small of her back.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed as pain and ecstasy throttled her emotions. She humped and flagellated her raw ass, twisting and pulling and grinding his imbedded rod.
Red splotches appeared in the small of her back where he relentlessly slapped the wet flesh. The agony and the ecstasy combined to hurl her violently into the erogenous void of sexual fulfillment.
"I'm commmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnng!" she howled as the steady rat-a-tat continued on her back. The cataclysmic orgasm rampaged unchecked through her as Anton kept up the slapping beat and his lunging rhythm to bring about his own climax.
He needed the sound of painful cries to bring it about so he picked up the switch again and snapped it into the softness of her shoulders.
"Aaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she painfully yelped and her body contracted spastically. It was the catalyst he needed and his aching tool squirted its beady semen into her grasping asshole. He kept lashing at her shoulders until he emptied his load. Then Rhoda fainted.
Summoning his waning strength, Anton got to his feet and unlocked the stocks, letting Rhoda slump unconsciously to the floor. He motioned to Kong, who picked up the inert girl and carried her into the other room, where he deposited her on the bed. Anton followed on rubbery legs and looked at Rhoda's unconscious body.
"I was right Kong. She has all the latent desires of an ideal sado-masochist-and I will bring them out."
Kong grunted in rapid staccato bursts as he beat on his chest.
"Patience Kong, patience. Your time will come."
The great ape hippity-hopped happily. Anton refilled the bowl with clean water and put it, with a clean towel, on the chair next to the cot.
"Let us get some sleep, Kong. Tomorrow promises to be an eventful day."
They both looked back at Rhoda's supine body before exiting the workshop.
A half hour later, the bright lights in the room awakened Rhoda with a start. She looked around the room expecting to find Kong in his usual station at the door. Her surprise turned to hope on discovering his absence. Perhaps they had at last made a mistake and left her unguarded thinking she was out for the night!
She quickly washed the repulsive cum from her body and pussy, and then wrapped the towel around her mid-section. Forgotten was the horror of the past few hours as she stealthily crept to the door leading up to the museum. She quietly turned the knob, hoping that it would be unlocked. No luck. She fished a hairpin from her hair, remembering the many times she had seen the hero of a movie pick a lock with a hairpin. She inserted the pin into the lock and twisted it. Nothing happened. She tried again and all she succeeded in doing was to twist the hairpin out of shape. She straightened it and tried again. Still nothing. She threw the pin aside in disgust and suddenly realized that the other door must lead upstairs too, or else Anton wouldn't have stationed Kong to guard the broken door.
She tip-toed across the workshop and peeked out of the door into the torture room, which was lit by a small, unshaded globe. The naked bulb cast eerie shadows about the room, making it even more foreboding than it ordinarily was. She looked for either Anton or Kong and saw neither of them. She knew that Anton must be asleep in his apartment at the back of the museum, but it was Kong that really frightened her, knowing that he must be lurking somewhere close at hand.
She tentatively stepped into the torture room and then stopped, holding her breath. Nothing stirred. She stealthily crossed the room, expecting Kong to leap from some shadowy corner with each step. The nearer she got to the door to freedom, the more rapidly her heart beat until she feared it was beating so loudly that it would be heard by Kong or Anton.
She froze in her tracks three feet from the door when she heard deep rhythmic breathing. Her rigid body sweated profusely and she waited for Kong's massive frame to pounce on her. Interminable moments passed and nothing happened. She slowly turned toward the direction of the breathing and saw Kong asleep in his cage, laying motionless on his bed of straw. Unluckily, the cage door was open and he might awaken any moment and spring at her.
She continued toward the door, and held her breath as she slowly tested the knob. "Damn it!" she silently muttered when she found it locked.
She thought again of the hairpin but she dismissed it as useless. She hadn't the vaguest idea how it was done and it would be too noisy. In desperation, she looked around the room and saw a ring of rusted keys hanging from a wooden peg.
After getting the keys, she tried them, one by one, making sure that it was done noiselessly, even to the point of holding her breath as much as possible. Five of the nine keys on the ring were tried and nothing happened. The door remained tauntingly locked.
The sixth key proved to be the magic instrument. The bolt clicked open. That was the only sound as it swung noiselessly open exposing a flight of stairs.
Kong didn't stir. She tread the steps lightly and made it safely into the wax museum. All she had between her and freedom was the front door, but even that imposed no great stumbling block. If it was locked, she could escape through a window.
In the darkness, she bumped into the waxen likeness of Jack the Ripper and his knife clattered to the floor. She hid behind his figure and waited.
Nothing stirred. She was suddenly happy that Anton had indulged himself in so much of her body. He was probably in a catatonic sleep from his sexual activity, she thought, and continued to the front door.
It was locked, and she could find no way to open it. There was a nearby window, five feet above the floor so she put a small bench beneath it and mounted it. The latch slid open easily. She raised the lower half of the window and was about to put her leg through, when a bony hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her back into the dark museum.
She squirmed and kicked and beat at him with her fists, but his hand remained glued to her mouth. Anton's other arm encircled her waist and picked her off the floor. Like a bag of dirty linen he carried her to the back of the museum and down the stairs, and he didn't release her until the door was safely closed behind them. He took the key ring from the lock and put it in his pocket as Kong, awake now, watched the proceedings with an elongating prick.
"Stupid of me not to think you might try the key ring if I left it available," he said, surprisingly without anger.
Rhoda's eyes remained on Kong, whose agitation was obvious. He jacked off madly, his beady, black eyes on Rhoda's tightly-hugged pussy.
"Now be a good girl and trot off to bed so we can all get some sleep? We have a busy and enlightening day ahead of us." Anton's voice was cheerful and it puzzled Rhoda.
She looked at him, the hate she felt burning into him like arrows.
The intense emotion amused him and he chuckled. "You'd love to hurt me, wouldn't you?" he asked.
"I'd love to kill you!" she snarled.
"You may get the chance."
"I hope so, you son-of-a-bitch!"
"Enough of epithets-it's time for sleep." he said ending their conversation.
Rhoda didn't move.
"Perhaps you'd rather spend the night with Kong." Anton said, looking at his hairy pet. The gorilla hippity-hopped and slapped his chest hopefully.
Horrified, Rhoda ran into the workshop as Anton's mocking laughter rang in her ears.
She lay down on the cot and heard Anton lock the door behind her; and then heard Kong nestle down on his bed of straw.
As she tossed in the brightly lit room, she thought of the hours spent in Turkel's House of Horrors and how ironically apropos the name was. She also thought of her reaction to the preceding events, and she wasn't the least bit pleased. She had been severely tested and found lacking. All that she had found abominable and abhorrent in her peers, she was beginning to find in herself. Even more disturbing than her acceptance of sexual pleasure was the fact that she found the sensation of pain to be libidinously stimulating.
It was incomprehensible to her that she should be latently masochistic, but Anton was inexorably proving it to her. Slowly, she was beginning to like the feeling of pain, and the rosy warmth of numbness that set in.
Her mind rebelled at the alien, despicable thoughts, and tormentedly cried, "No-no-it can't be! It mustn't be!"
Rhoda dug her fingers into her black tresses and writhed pitiably on the narrow cot. She sank into a deep, overwhelming depression and cried fitfully. She tried to make herself believe that her reaction was due to hysterical fright, that her mind subconsciously attuned to her situation to protect her from the stultifying traumatic experiences in order to save her sanity.
It was a rationalization to cover the great humiliation and remorse she felt for accepting pleasure from unnatural sexual acts, and it worked. She became convinced that her acceptance was totally mental, a cerebral device to help her survive the terrifying ordeal.
Satisfied, that once she was free of the odious surroundings, and Anton's depravity, she would return to normal and never again feel the mortification of unnatural sexual acceptance, she fell into a disturbed sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim Masters awakened at ten the next morning and looked at his watch. He called the desk clerk and asked if there were any messages for him. A frown creased his brow at the negative reply.
He knew that Rhoda was very much displeased with him, but in the past she had at least been civil. She had always returned his calls, and had always agreed to meet with him even though she knew the confrontation would end in violent disagreement.
After quickly shaving and showering, he grabbed a taxi and went to the Towers. A prune-faced woman, with a toothy smile, greeted him at the front desk.
"I'm James Masters, Rhoda's father." he said.
"Oh yes," she said approvingly. "She's a lovely girl."
"Thank you," he replied curtly. "I left a message for her-do you know if she got it?"
The clerk checked Rhoda's pigeon hole and withdrew the message.
"Is this it?" she asked, handing him the slip of paper.
He opened it to check. "Why wasn't she given the message?" he asked abruptly.
"Because she hasn't been in since last night," the woman answered coolly, matching his tone of voice.
"What?" he blurted, stunned by the information. It was very unlike Rhoda to stay out all night. "Are you sure?"
"Her key is still here."
"Maybe it's her roommate's key," he suggested.
"Both keys are there. Miss Trevor is in the mountains for the weekend and I don't know where your daughter is," the clerk said haughtily.
"Miss Evans, the other desk clerk said she started a new job last night."
"Well?" the woman said as though that explained it all.
"But she should have been home by two-thirty last night." Jim continued.
"Well?" she repeated, arching her thin eyebrows.
"Will you call her room, please, and check to see if she's in?"
"Mr. Masters-if her key is in the rack, she's not in her room. There's no way she can get in without it." she answered rather impatiently.
"Try anyway. It certainly can't hurt. If there's no one there, it won't disturb anyone!"
"Oh, all right," she sighed. She dialed the room and waited through six rings before hanging up. "No answer," she said smugly.
"Do you happen to know where she went to work?"
"No, I don't," she answered.
"Do you know when her roommate will be back?"
"When the girls go to the Concord, they usually return early Sunday evening." she replied, her patience growing visibly thinner.
"Thanks," he said icily, "you've been an absolute delight." Jim stormed out of the hotel. His next stop was the nearest police station, where he filed a missing persons report.
The sergeant thought he was being premature in his apprehension, but nevertheless recorded the information at Jim's insistence. He left his wallet picture of Rhoda and informed the sergeant where he could be reached, then left, feeling complete frustration. He knew that Rhoda was in some sort of trouble and there was nothing he could do about it until he had further information. He was aware that the police were only placating him and had no intention of conducting an investigation. The cop's eyes were all-knowing, but he didn't know Rhoda!
At a loss, he wandered into a small cocktail lounge, intending to have a couple of drinks to calm his frayed nerves. As he sipped his first scotch, a flamboyant redhead dropped on the stool next to him.
She deliberately hiked her mini skirt to expose the lacy vee of material covering her crotch. Even in the dim light of the lounge, Jim could see the shadowy patch of pubes at the juncture of her legs.
Her deep red lips parted in a pleasant smile, but Jim, too dismayed with thoughts of Rhoda's disappearance, turned his head away.
The girl ordered a Brandy Alexander and sipped it absently, her eyes trained on Jim's face, furrowed with preoccupation.
"Visiting New York?" she asked finally.
Jim looked at her and tried to force a smile. "Sort of," he answered absently and went back to his drink.
The girl giggled and brushed her titian hair from her face. Jim looked at her curiously.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked.
"Your answer struck me funny. People either visit New York or don't. It just seems funny to be, sort of, visiting."
For the first time, Jim really looked at the girl next to him and saw a beautiful face beneath the fiery red hair. He judged her to be about twenty-five or twenty-six with a great deal of experience packed into those years. He noticed too, her creamy white skin, her high jaunty breasts, and the smooth texture of her thighs as they flowed into the fullness of her venus mount. He smiled for the first time.
"I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right. No one, sort of, visits New York. I'm in from New Rochelle to see my daughter, but I come here frequently-on business and pleasure."
"Is this trip business or pleasure?" she asked pointedly.
"A little of both," he answered and finished his drink. He ordered another for himself and the girl.
"My name's Geri." she said as the bartender put the drink in front of her. "Hi. I'm Jim."
"For real?" she questioned. "For real," he answered.
"Married men don't give their right name. They're afraid it might lead to complications."
"I don't have that problem." he said. "You're not married?"
"I'm married but I do as I please." he answered. "So does she."
Geri leaned in close to him and looked in his eyes. "Would it please you to make love to me?"
"It would please me more to fuck you."
"Now you're talking," she said.
Geri suggested her apartment, but Jim explained that he was waiting for a call, possibly from the police, and thought it best if they went to his suite at the hotel. She was amenable.
Jim's cock was hard when they entered his suite and she put her hand on the stiff bulge.
"Ooohhhh," she purred. "I picked a winner."
Jim reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then slipped it .off her shoulders. Her voluptuous breasts pointed proudly at him, their bright pink nipples balancing like ripe cherries.
He cupped the firm flesh in his hands, fingering the taut buds. "So did I," he enthused.
As Jim fondled her breasts, kneading the pliant globes with his deft fingers, Geri unzipped his fly and pulled out his rigid pole. She dropped to her knees in front of him and her hand gripped the pulsing tool.
"Ohhhh, it's beautiful-absolutely beautiful." she sighed and stroked her fist along its thick length.
"I want to kiss it. I want to make love to it," she cooed, placing her cheek to its throbbing heat.
"Suck it, baby. Cocksuck it, honey, it's all yours." Jim sighed, pressing his cock more firmly into her soft cheek. He tossed off his jacket and tie, then quickly undid his shirt, casting it aside as Geri grabbed his staff tightly and rubbed it firmly across her distended nipples, shivering with each crossing.
Jim unhooked the top of his pants. He un-snapped the catches of his shorts. He kicked off his shoes.
Geri looked into the tearful eye of his cock and her hand slid up to catch the head as a salty tear dropped from the unseeing eye. It was crying to be taken into her soft, warm mouth. Slowly, inexorably, she moved her mouth closer to it, her hot breath wafting gently over the flared cap. Her mouth opened. Her tongue moistened her dry lips and she moved over the velvety knob. Her tongue darted out and caught the next drop of salty liquid. As her tongue ringed around the circumference of the swollen cap, she could feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest. It felt as though it were trying to pound its way down into her cunt. She could feel a vast wave of sexual Utopia engulf her as she moved her mouth further onto the satiny smoothness of his throbbing, swelling prick.
Her tongue explored every vein, every little valley of his expanded muscle. As she moved back and forth on the thick organ that filled her mouth, she thrilled to the quick pulse beat that bulged the walls of his blood-filled prick. Her fingers trailed the length of his penis to the heavily hanging sac at its root. She tickled and fondled the heavily laden balls.
Jim's hips were moving rapidly, forcing his cock into her suctioning mouth. She wrapped her fist around the base of his lunging stem to keep from gagging. She sucked furiously, trying to keep up with his convulsive movements. Her other hand massaged his rumbling balls. She wanted that load in her mouth, she had to have it, and she hollowed her mouth at the cheeks as she worked desperately to draw the hot cum from the security of his hairy bag.
He was close and she knew it. Her sucking slurping, gasping noises filled the room and meshed with Jim's heavy, gutteral breathing as he raced to fulfillment. His legs and ass twitched convulsively and his belly muscles tensed into an undulating washboard as he wildly trumpeted the coming of his milky load.
Geri greedily swallowed the hot cum that splattered against the roof of her mouth. Arc after hot arc geysered out of the little opening, to be swallowed hungrily, voraciously by Geri's sucking mouth.
The jerking spurts over, Geri squeezed her fist upward over his emptied prick, forcing the remaining drops of semen up to the pink opening and gulped them in. Jim slumped weakly to his knees and then flopped ungracefully to his back, Gery still clinging tenaciously to his dying meat.
As he lie limply, Geri massaged his tired muscle and blew her hot breath on the purplish cap trying to keep the spent organ from going dead. She succeeded admirably. Jim's tool pulsed back to rigidity.
"Baby, give me a few minutes rest and then I'll ball you," he said haltingly, his chest heaving to noisily suck in gulps of air.
"Relax, honey," she said, kissing wetly over his bulging glans. "I'll fuck you. You just lay on your back and let me use your gorgeous prick."
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he sighed luxuriously and stretched his arms out. "It's yours, baby-use it any way you like."
Geri straddled his body on her knees and pressed his rod along the deep crack of her ass. Her fingers twirled lightly over his small nipples until they stood at rigid attention, then she rose and planted her feet astride his hips. She squatted slowly, keeping her heels on the floor. She reached under herself with one hand to guide his penis to the pink, narrow slot of her vaginal entrance. When she felt the tip of his bulbous cock-head make its first shallow penetration, she removed her hand and eased her weight onto the uprighting shaft. She let it slide slowly inward through the thick fluid that lined her vagina.
"It's filling me," she cooed. "It's going to punch a hole right through my belly-but I love it."
Jim grabbed her by the ankles and pushed his hips upward toward her descending buttocks. Geri lowered herself until she felt the base of his prick against the ring that surrounded her vaginal mouth and the hump that was his pelvis crush against her clitoris. She tensed her legs just enough to take her weight off him and settled into a strained squat. Jim started to pump his imbedded muscle up and down in her grasping cunt-meat.
"Lay still, honey-lay still!" she cried and Jim immediately dropped his ass to the carpet. The strain in Geri's thighs triggered a tremor that grew rapidly from a mere quivering to a high speed vibration. Jim's swollen cock buzzed inside her as if it were attached to an electric motor.
"Jesus Christ!" Jim howled, clenching her ankles with a vise-like grip. "Jesus Christ-you're a human vibrator! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna COME!"
"So am I!" she screeched, clenching her teeth as the contractions started in her vagina.
She felt them clamp on the imprisoned rod and she felt its sudden spasming as hot cum geysered into her convulsing cunt.
The ecstatic tremors continued to shudder through her. Her blazing red hair danced before her eyes and her breasts blurred as they hung loosely over Jim's twitching belly. She could not make her thighs raise her weight and Jim's grip on her ankles prevented her from raising her heels and kneeling.
"Let go!" she cried, "Oh, God-please let go!"
Jim released his grip and she slid her feet backward, dropping to her knees on the floor. She let her ass settle onto his thighs and panted wearily as the tremors subsided.
Jim pulled her down onto him and she pushed her legs out along his. A new tremor arose in the meaty folds that gripped his still stiff tool and she pulled her legs together on top of his. She pushed with her knees and Jim let his thighs fall away from each other. Geri braced the palms of her hands on the floor on either side of Jim's body and pushed her arms straight, raising her upper body and arching so that her weight rested on his pelvic bone through her clitoris.
A fiery wall of passion rose in her again as she ground her swollen clit on the unyielding stiffness of his impaling prick.
She shrieked wildly, "I'm coming again! Fuck me, fuck me!"
Jim clamped his hands into her ass and pumped his cock frantically, wanting to time his orgasm with hers.
She felt as if something deep within her exploded with a shattering roar and flooded her with a fiery heat. After a series of wrenching paroxysms she collapsed on Jim, his wedged in prick still gushing its milky load. His arms locked around her and pulled her in close. He whispered meaningless words. She let her body melt into his contour.
At long last she rolled off him and there was a plopping sound as his flaccid muscle slipped out of her sodden cunt-meat.
He called the police only to learn that they had no further word on his daughter. A call to the Towers was just as fruitless.
CHAPTER NINE
Rhoda had been allowed to sleep until eleven o'clock before Anton awakened her. He brought her a tray of juice, bacon and eggs, toast, and coffee. It was the smell of the food that really roused her from her sleep, so that when Anton barely touched her, her eyes popped open.
She washed her face and quickly devoured the food set before her.
Anton smiled happily. "A good appetite is an indication that all is well. Have you finally reconciled yourself to the fact that you are, without question, a burgeoning practitioner in the unique cult of sado-masochism?"
"No!" she said adamantly. "What has happened was forced on me. I will never become the depraved animal that you are."
Anton smiled. "Yes, you will," he contradicted with a mocking assurance, "if you think me depraved."
His smugness was unnerving and she wanted to smash his smirking face. She felt as though he had crawled into her subconscious and read her innermost thoughts.
"My, how you would love to rake your fingernails across my face and tear the flesh from it," Anton said, putting his face close to hers.
She closed her eyes. How, in God's name, did he know what she was thinking? Was her face so reflective of her thoughts, she wondered. She had read that the eyes were the window of the soul, so perhaps by keeping her eyes shut, she could keep her thoughts from him.
Anton stood up. "Shall we go into the next room and reap the pleasures that await us?"
Rhoda kept her eyes closed and gripped the edge of the cot.
"Still reluctant?" he asked. When there was no answer forthcoming, he turned to Kong. He lumbered forward and picked Rhoda up in his massive arms. As he carried her squirming, kicking body into the torture room, his arm went around her back and his rough hand squeezed into the firm flesh of her breast and his other hand rubbed roughly against her pussy-lips.
His rough skin, and crinkly, rough hair abrading against her sensitive skin, sent sparking shivers of delight racing up her spine and her skin was covered with erogenous goose-bumps by the time he put her in the replica of an electric chair.
Anton strapped her into the terrifying instrument of death and then backed up to look at her. He noticed the bumps of passion on her skin and smiled. "Do you find Kong attractive?"
Rhoda twisted her face in disgust. "I find him about as attractive as you." she snapped angrily.
"Good," Anton laughed, and walked to a display of torture instruments. He returned with a thin metal band that had a small handle attached to it. He held the innocent looking article in front of her.
"Know what this is?" he asked.
She ignored his question and the band.
"It's called the band of pain, or the metal stimulator. It's placed over the head just as any head band would be, but with the added refinement of this handle. As the handle is turned clockwise, the band tightens and tightens causing more and more pain. The handle can be turned until the skull is crushed like an egg shell. Charming little device-isn't it?"
Rhoda's eyes bugged as he placed the terrible torture instrument over her head. She tried to break free but the thick straps of the chair held her immobile.
Anton slipped out of the robe he was wearing and stood before her in the nude, his flaccid cock hanging forlornly between his legs.
"In a brief moment you will know exquisite pain and my cock will burst in rapturous response." He moved beside the chair and turned the handle one full revolution.
The metal band tightened around her head until it fit snugly. Another quarter turn and Rhoda began to feel the pressure at her temples. Another quarter turn and the pain began to pulse in her head like a living thing.
"Noooooo, noooooo, noooooo!" she whimpered, more in anticipation than actual pain.
His fingers twisted on the handle and the pain shot through her like searing stakes.
"EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she howled and Anton's cock leaped to stiffness, quivering like an arrow.
Slowly, slowly he increased the tremendous pressure on her skull. Rhoda's mouth flew open as she gasped for breath, all the while her tortured lungs sent forth a steady wail of hideous protest.
Anton eased the handle when it appeared that she might faint, and allowed her to acclimate herself to the throbbing agony. When her agonized screams began to lessen he again tightened the handle to bring her shrieking protest to hysterical pitch.
He pressured his swollen, aching cock against her heaving bust and rubbed it against her bouncing belly. The fiery heat of his pulsing muscle singed her tautened nipples and intermingled the ecstasy of his agitating prick with the scalding pain in her head.
Anton began to beat his rigid tool against her flesh as he tightened the band still more. As she reached the verge of unconsciousness his swinging rod erupted. The gushing semen sprayed heavily across Rhoda's chest, covering her breasts with its hot stickiness. The gummy dew dribbled over her convulsing belly and filled her navel, the overflow trickling down through her black pubes and dribbling into her crying cunt-crack.
He eased the stress of the encircling band and Rhoda breathed deeply, taking full advantage of the respite from the intense pain. She enjoyed the feel of his warm cum covering her body and she rubbed her legs together to rub the gooey sperm into the heat of her anguished pussy.
Anton kneeled on the chair, his legs on either side of hers. His still hard prick jerked fitfully in front of her face as he put his hand back to the handle.
"No more-please have mercy-no more!" she pleaded as she felt the pressure returning to her skull. '
He turned the handle. She howled, making his rigid lance dance excitedly. He rubbed the swollen tool alongside of her neck, letting its erotic heat blister her silken skin. Another quarter turn and Rhoda's mouth flew open, screaming the hopeless voice of the damned.
Anton shoved his thick rod into her gaping mouth, cutting off her anguished cries. He pumped his stiff shaft back and forth into her sucking maw.
She used his imbedded cock as a pacifier to ease the unceasing pain. She bit and chewed on the hard muscle as it pis toned back and forth.
Her sharp teeth raking and biting on his raging prick, sent exquisite pangs racing up Anton's spine, exciting and exploding his fiery nerve endings. He tightened and released, tightened and released, tightened and released the girding band, manipulating the tempo of Rhoda's engulfing mouth.
As the pain increased, so did the force of her lips. Always he brought her to the edge of blackness and then eased the pressure.
Rhoda writhed and contorted from the relentless agony, but intermingled with the pain were moments of sheer delirium as she cannibalized his captured cock.
As he neared his orgasm, he steadily increased the pressure of the band and more savagely did Rhoda lacerate his prick until he exploded in her mouth. The squirting cum filled the hot orifice and Rhoda swallowed the gushing jism to keep from choking. The pain in her head vanished as she greedily gulped down the bland juice and found it to be excitingly pleasurable.
When Anton had rid himself of his climactic load, he pulled his tool from her suctioning mouth and sat limply on the nearest bench.
He reached out and unloosed the straps that bound her. As Rhoda moved her legs, she found that there was a slippery ooze seeping out of her pussy. She couldn't believe what she felt. She knew it wasn't the residue of Anton's orgasm because it was originating from the depths of her vagina. The abominable truth struck her with devastating impact-she had orgasmed! In the midst of her intense agony and performing that reprehensible act on Anton, she had subconsciously enjoyed it enough to have an orgasm.
She felt like a depraved animal. A degenerate, perverted sub-human. She looked at Anton's resting form and was overcome with an overwhelming desire to kill him. She sprang to her feet and threw herself at him, her fingernails tearing at his throat.
He shoved her roughly aside and smashed her across the face. She slumped to the floor, a trickle of warm blood at the corner of her mouth. Stunned, she sat there trying to clear her head.
Anton motioned to Kong, who picked her up and carried her into the other room, dropped her on the cot, inhaled deeply, pulled his prick and ejaculated at her side.
Tears streamed down Rhoda's face, brought on by the mortification she felt. She screamed at the top of her voice, "You son-of-a-bitch! You dirty, rotten, no-good son-of-a-bitch!"
She heard Anton's mocking laughter emanating from the other room and in a moment he appeared in the doorway, with a smirk on his face.
"You must finally be convinced or you wouldn't be so angry and so articulate."
"I'm only convinced that you're a rotten bastard!" she shouted and threw the water basin at him. He easily ducked and laughed.
"Kong will be close at hand, so don't do anything foolish as you did last night."
"Fuck you-and fuck him too," she screamed.
"That will be arranged," he said and left.
Rhoda lay back on the cot, left alone with the mockery of her thoughts. She took the towel and wiped the mixture of his cum and her exudation from her pussy.
She wondered about her orgasm. How was it caused? Was it the pain or the excitement of sucking his cock that brought it about? Or a combination of both? Or something entirely alien to her? However it came about, it was unnatural and unclean, and she felt as if she were assigned to purgatory for having allowed the abomination to take place. It was within her power to have prevented it and she didn't. She allowed it. She did what he wanted. She realized that there were times when she actually enjoyed the feeling of pain. It excited her and it was, for fleeting moments, exquisite as Anton had suggested it would be. And, God help her, she even enjoyed having his thick cock in her mouth, sucking and chewing its stiffness, and savoring and delighting in the taste of his disgusting cum.
"Oh, God, God," she cried, "What's happening to me? Am I becoming a duplicate of Anton? A human abomination?" She sobbed uncontrollably.
CHAPTER TEN
It was two in the afternoon, when Jim awakened. He reached for Geri, but she was gone. That was expected. That was the story of his life. That was the story of everybody's life. That's why you don't stop looking. No matter what you got.
He called the police again in vain, and took a taxi to the Towers.
Judith was at the front desk and she greeted him warmly.
"Has Rhoda called in?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Jim, but she hasn't," Judith answered sadly. "Please don't worry. I'm sure she's all right!"
"And I'm just as sure she isn't. It isn't like her to stay out all night. Even when we had violent arguments-and we had some beautsand she left the house in anger, she wouldn't stay away overnight." Jim said, nervously clenching his fists.
"Maybe she met a new girlfriend, and decided to spend the night with her-perhaps the weekend," Judith said, offering a ray of hope.
Jim smiled wryly, noting her hesitation before her choice of word. "I know what you're thinking. Rhoda's eighteen and on her own in New York. But it just isn't possible. She's a virgin and detests the word sex-let alone the act. And as far as her actually staying with a girl, she would consider it an imposition. She just wouldn't impose on anyone."
"People change when they're on their own," Judith pointed out. "At eighteen, Rhoda is probably very impressionable."
"Not Rhoda. She's very strong-willed and once she has her mind set, an atomic explosion could scarcely change it. Unfortunately, my wife's and my actions distorted her values." His voice was sad and self-vindictive. He bit lightly into his thumb knuckle trying to determine his next move. Suddenly he pounded his fist on the desk.
"Damn it! If I only knew where she started working, at least it would be a place to begin.
"Why not call her roommate at the Concord hotel? Maybe Rhoda told her where she was going to work." Judith suggested.
Jim slapped himself on the forehead. "Christ, am I stupid! Why the hell didn't I think of that?"
At the Concord, Nancy Trevor was just returning to her room after swimming. With her, was Joan Bradley, her roommate for the weekend. As Nancy slipped out of her bikini, the telephone rang. She picked it up and lay back on the bed.
"Hello," she said in her sexiest voice, expecting that it was some male at the hotel calling to arrange a meeting.
"I have a person to person call for Nancy Trevor, from New York," the operator's voice said in the nasal tones reserved for operators.
"This is Nancy Trevor speaking."
"Go ahead, please," the operator instructed.
"Hello, Nancy-this Mr. Masters, Rhoda's father."
"Oh," she said in surprise, then, "Hello, Mr. Masters-is anything wrong?"
"I'm not sure," he answered, his voice reflecting his apprehension. "Rhoda hasn't returned from work."
"That sure doesn't sound like her."
"That's why I'm worried." Jim said. "Do you know where she's working?"
Nancy watched Joan shuck her bikini and thrilled at the slim girl's firm, sensuous figure, noticing particularly the fine, silken, brown hair that formed a perfect triangle at Joan's crotch.
"Uh-I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked. "Did Rhoda tell you where she was going to work?"
"Yes she did. Let's see-it was some wax museum. Uh-something about horrors. Oh yeah," she said brightly, "the House of Horrors."
"One other thing, Nancy. Is Rhoda going with anyone? You know."
Nancy giggled. "No one-and I mean no one. I've tried to-uh-fix her up at least fifteen times and she always turns me down. Her idea of kicks is a visit to the art museum." She surveyed Joan's body. "Like, you know, a girl like that could turn Lez." Daddies were so worried about their daughters being fucked. After they went the homo route, Daddies were happy to have them just fucked, by a guy ... any guy.
"What was that all about?" Joan asked.
"My roommate's father. Seems our little Rhoda didn't come home last night."
"Think she was out balling?"
"I sure as hell hope so," Nancy said, "It would make things more interesting at the Towers."
Joan lay down beside Nancy and nuzzled her lips into Nancy's neck. "Why don't we make things interesting at the Concord?"
"I thought you'd never suggest it," Nancy purred.
"Lay on your stomach," Joan suggested.
Nancy did, and sighed loudly as Joan's hands manipulated the bare flesh, soothing Nancy's knotted muscles. Nancy felt like she was suspended in air, being buoyed by fleecy white clouds.
Joan worked down, inch by inch to the small of her back, then used the palms of her hands to gently pound the naked buttocks. Small gasps of pleasure escaped from Nancy's lips. Joan reluctantly left the beautiful ass and massaged her thighs, calves and feet. She gently patted the soles of Nancy's feet to indicate that she had finished massaging her backside. Nancy moaned with the effort of having to turn over.
Joan massaged the soft crease at the shoulders, each finger sending a tingling excitement through Nancy. Her hands brushed lightly over the nipples, making them taut in eager response to her touch. Joan pressured the lovely globes.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," Nancy sighed softly as Joan put her mouth to the rigid nipple, sucking in the succulent flesh, biting it gently and laving it with her tongue.
Her hand slid down Nancy's flat, tense belly and she scratched her fingernails across the tightened muscles. Her body jerked spasmodically and she had to fight to keep from screaming out in wanton ecstasy. She moaned loudly, wanting Joan's hand to invade her meaty treasure. Joan could sense Nancy's desire and moved her hand between Nancy's legs to the moist, waiting cunt-lips. Slowly her finger entered the warm, velvety nest, working around the titian-fringed pussy-lips. Nancy's clitoris leaped up to meet the searching finger. Joan inserted her thumb and widened the creamy twat. She kneaded, rolled and buffeted the stiff, sensitive clit.
"Yes, Joan, yes! Work it, work it!"
She worked her ass in unison with Joan's finger-fuck. Nancy was trembling uncontrollably as Joan laved her way down the hot flesh, her fingers pelting the distended clit without letup.
Her wet tongue licked through the dazzling red patch of pubic hair and tipped lightly along the puffy pussy-lips. Nancy's knees sprang up and out as Joan buried her face in the grabbing meat. Her tongue flicked at the turgid bud and her teeth gnashed it gently but firmly.
"Oohooohhhooohhhooohhhooohhhooohhhh, Nancy wailed with a tremulous, undulating cry. Her body flopped grotesquely under Joan's unrelenting tongue lashing.
"Oh, Joannie, Joannie, I'm coming-I'm coming! Just a little more." she pleaded.
Joan dug her fingers into Nancy's firm ass and rutted deeper into the flaming cunt, tugging the tortured bud violently.
Nancy shook frantically and arched her body as the raging orgasm smashed through her.
"I'm commmmmmminnnnggggg! Oh Joannie-Joannie-Joannie!" She gasped frenetically as she spewed her oozing juices into Joan's eagerly sucking mouth. Then she fell limply into the soft encompassing mattress while Joan stayed deep in her fiery cunt, licking and vacuuming in the remaining honey that clung to the hot vaginal walls.
* * *
After Jim had finished his conversation with Nancy, he walked back to the desk.
"Have you ever heard of the House of Horrors?" he asked Judith.
"Yes," she replied, "Turkel's House of Horrors. It's a wax museum and considered a prime attraction for tourists."
"That's where Rhoda went to work. Do you know the address?"
"Yes," she answered and wrote it on a slip of paper.
"Do you know if they're open today?" he asked as he put the paper in his pocket.
"Saturday and Sunday are usually their big days."
Jim thanked her and left. He sat impatiently in the cab as it slowly wended its way through the exceptionally heavy traffic. When the taxi stopped in front of the museum, Jim tossed the driver a five dollar bill for the seventy cent fare and told him to keep the change. He was that glad to find Rhoda.
Jim's hopes became dashed when he read the sign on the door informing the public that the museum would be closed Saturday and Sunday. It seemed strange to Jim that it would be closed on the days when it would attract the most sightseers.
He pushed the bell at the side of the door. His finger rammed the button for a full minute and there was no answer. He looked around for the sign that gave the owner's home number should he be needed in case of an emergency, and he learned that Anton Turkel, the owner, lived on the premises.
He returned to the bell, determined to ring it until someone answered. Five minutes passed before Anton sleepily opened the door.
"Go 'way. The museum is closed today and tomorrow." Anton said gruffly.
"Why?" Jim didn't know why he asked the question. It was almost an unconscious reaction.
"It's none of your damn business!" Anton snapped angrily. He began to close the door, but Jim wedged his foot in the way.
"I'm sorry," Jim apologized. "It's just that I'm upset. I'm looking for my daughter and I was told she started working for you last night. Her name is Rhoda Masters."
"You are mistaken. I have had the same girl assistant for a year and a half. I don't know any Rhoda Masters."
"Are you sure?" Jim asked anxiously.
"I should know who works for me," Anton answered impatiently. "If your girl lied to you and ran off with someone, that's your problem. Go to the police-don't bother me!" Anton slammed the door.
Anton smiled. So, Rhoda was not as alone in the world as she pretended. No matter, he was sure he had rid himself of her father, and there was no way she could be connected with the museum. Besides, he was sure that in a very short time she would be completely won over to his standards and she would not press charges, if by some unforeseen circumstances he should be found out.
He went to the workshop and found that Rhoda had finished the food he prepared for her.
"That was your father," he told her.
"My father!" she gasped, amazed at the information. She then relaxed and grinned wryly. "My father's in New Rochelle."
"Wrong-he's in New York and looking for you."
"I don't believe you. If my father was in New York, he would be looking for pussy, not for me."
"I don't know what else he's looking for but he is definitely looking for you. Maybe for your pussy, huh?"
"Why would he be looking for me?" Rhoda mused. "He doesn't care."
"Now, Rhoda, are you rested sufficiently to savor the beauty of orgasm through pure, unadulterated pain? No physical contact-just exquisite, rapturous agony to bring about an orgasm?"
"No, please no!" she pleaded, but her words lacked the conviction they once held. She remembered the agonies of the immediate past but she also remembered the flashes of ecstasy that invaded her loins from the pain. Her mind screamed no, anticipating the excruciating agonies, but her body quivered passionately, yes.
Anton motioned for Kong to carry her into the torture room. Kong's rough skin and hair felt even more stimulating on her seething flesh as he carried her in his massive arms and pressed her against the oily, leathery skin of his broad chest.
Once again, Kong put her in the mock-up of the electric chair and Anton strapped her in. Anton undressed and looked at her gorgeous figure trembling in excitement and fear.
"You have a choice. The Boot or the Iron Lady." He saw the lost look on her face and explained both torture instruments. The Boot, made of cast iron, was placed over the foot and screws were turned to tighten it until all the bones of the foot were crushed.
He stood next to an original Iron Lady and described its function. The huge instrument looked like an Egyptian mummy case, only made of iron, and stood upright on a rolling base. Anton opened the lid, revealing the interior, which was lined with two inch blades, set two inches apart over the entire interior surface.
"The victim," Anton began, "is placed in the Lady and then the lid is slowly closed. The blades, in back and front, inbed into the flesh, tearing it to ribbons. If the lid is completely closed, the victim is naturally killed.
He walked back to Rhoda and stared into her nervously darting eyes.
"I think the boot is the better choice. The Iron Lady would leave too many unsightly marks on your lovely flesh."
Anton walked away and returned with the boot. He kneeled in front of Rhoda and slipped the iron form over her foot. She tried to kick and prevent him from doing it, but it availed her little.
"And now the moment of truth. You will have an orgasm from the rapturous delirium of blissful, heavenly pain."
He began to slowly turn the screw and the boot tightened over Rhoda's foot. It first became snug and then it bit into the ungiving bones of her arch.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh," she moaned as the pain increased and tore wickedly through her nerves.
"Lovely, lovely," Anton cooed as his prick began to swell. He tightened the screw still more.
Rhoda's body strained against the binding straps and the pain ripped into her brain like burning scythes, slicing hotly into her sensibilities. She screamed tormentedly.
Anton's cock raged stiffly in front of him. "Beautiful, beautiful," he cried in elation. "Have you ever experienced such bliss, such exquisite sensation?"
Rhoda's fingernails tore into the hardwood arms of the chair and her body contorted wildly as the debilitating pain ravaged her body. More and more the excruciating agony increased until she hovered on the brink of unconsciousness.
Anton eased the pressure and Rhoda groaned in merciful relief. The moment of respite from pain was brief and Anton turned the screw.
"Aarrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she wailed as electrical spasms crescendoed in her loins. Mixed with the almost unendurable agony was the familiar ecstasy of erotic response. Rhoda could feel the leaping passion in her groin rise to fight the growling pain in her brain.
Anton tightened and released, tightened and released, tightened and released, over and over, and with each succeeding tightening of the boot, the pain became less and less, while the ecstasy groveling in her loins increased manifoldly. The raging, rampant orgasm burgeoned in her guts making her body a writhing, wriggling mass of shuddering flesh.
"You're ready-aren't you? You're ready-say it-damn you!" he shouted triumphantly.
"Yesssssssssssssss!" she hissed in terrible anguish. "Yes, I'm ready, I'm ready-you dirty son-of-a-bitch! Make me come! Make me come! Make it tighter! Make it hurt!"
Anton cackled maniacally as he tightened the screw. His swollen, aching cock spewed its milky content as Rhoda screeched hysterically from the exquisite agonizing pain.
"I'm coommmmminnnnnnnnggggggggg!" she eerily shrieked and shoved her pussy up as far as she could against the restraining straps, allowing the oozing musk to flow freely from her burning, contorting cunt.
Her body arched and strained against the straps as spasm after spasm rocketed through her, and then she collapsed, unconscious in the chair.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jim was crestfallen when he approached Judith at the desk.
"Any luck?" she asked.
"No. The owner said he never heard of her."
"Are you sure you went to the right place?"
"Turkel's House of Horrors," he answered. "Is there any other House of Horrors? Didn't Nancy mention the owner's name?"
"I don't think so," she answered. "Just a minute." Judith got the telephone book and looked up the listings.
"There's only one House of Horrors," she said.
"I don't understand," he said sadly.
"Why don't you call Nancy again, maybe she made a mistake."
A couple of moments later, Jim had Nancy on the telephone.
After bringing her up to date, Jim asked. "Does the name, Anton Turkel sound familiar?"
"Yes. That's the name of the owner."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "He said he never heard of Rhoda."
"Positive. She showed me the ad before she went to work. I think the paper's still in our room."
"Thank you, Nancy."
"Mr. Masters, would it help if I returned to New York?" she asked. Daddy's voice promised a soft lapping.
"I don't think so, Nancy, but thanks for the offer." Later maybe.
A cursory search of Rhoda's room with Judith's help found the paper with Turkel's ad encircled. He showed Judith the marked ad.
"Turkel's House of Horrors. He told me he had the same assistant for a year and a half."
"Why would he lie?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell going to find out!"
"How?" she asked.
"I'm going back there-with the police!" He stormed out of the room. Judith was half-undressed, but Jim Masters didn't notice.
* * *
Anton, still in the nude, sat on the chair beside the cot and shook Rhoda out of her stupor. Her eyes flickered open and she put her hand up to shield them from the glare of the bright light.
"How do you feel?" he asked with a smug smile.
"Filthy!" she snarled.
"Don't be so dramatic. Don't you think, it's about time you admitted that you have found your sexual niche in life?"
"All right-all right! I'm a filthy, degenerate, depraved animal, like you!" she screamed.
"Bravo-bravo," he said, clapping his hands. "But rather than chastising me-you should thank me."
"Thank you?" she shouted angrily. "I hate and despise you for what you did to me! If I only had some way to kill you-I would-without the slightest hesitation or regrets!"
Anton stood up and brought his hand in front of him. It held a broad, black strap, with half inch diameter holes in it for its entire length.
"Get up," he said softly.
As if mesmerized by the lethal-looking strap, Rhoda rose from the cot, and Anton took her place. He handed her the strap. She looked at it hypnotically.
Anton spread his legs and arms. "I wonder just how much you loathe me. Beat me! Inflict the punishment you think I deserve."
Rhoda looked as his unprotected, naked body and at the broad strap in her hand. There was only a moment's hesitation.
She raised the strap above her head and screamed, "You son-of-a-bitch! You dirty, filthy son-of-a-bitch!" The strap whistled through the air and cracked sickeningly against his bare skin, biting painfully into the tender flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed, and arched his back as his cock rose stiffly and quivered.
Rhoda lashed viciously at his twitching belly and the stiff strap cut into the flesh. A thin line of blood oozed out of the fleshy slit.
"Beat me! Beat me!" he frantically pleaded. Again and again, she snapped the flashing leather into his flesh and she could feel a rising desire twitching in her loins. It thrilled her to smash the stinging leather into his unprotected body. Her head spun giddily, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She aimed for his throbbing prick and the thick leather slapped loudly across its thickness, while the end snapped into his crotch, catching his balls with the whiplash.
"Eiiiiiiiiilyyyyyyyyeeeeee!" he wailed. "More, more, more!"
Rhoda sadistically concentrated on his cock and balls, lashing with all her strength at their vulnerability.
Dribbles of seeping cum appeared at the tip of Anton's quivering rod as Rhoda frenetically cut and slashed at his phallus. Her own driving, wanton lust welled up in her loins like an inflated balloon.
Angry red and purple welts criss-crossed over Anton's writhing body and he screamed ecstatically from the smarting, stinging pain that wracked his nerves.
Rhoda shifted her position slightly and brought the full impact of the slashing strap to land directly on his swollen balls. His cock geysered the enraged cum over his contorted body as he arched tensely.
"Arrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" he gutterally growled and tore at the cot with his fingers.
Rhoda kept lashing at his convulsing form until she exploded. The copious flow of honey-musk raged out of her gaping cunt and ran in thick rivulets down her legs. She shuddered violently for long moments as explosion after explosion shattered through her, then she dropped the strap from her numb hand and fell in a heap to the floor.
The room was silent except for their deep, heavy breathing.
Rhoda was on her stomach, resting her head in the crook of her arms when she suddenly felt the sting of the strap across her ass. She winced in pain, but bit her lips to silence. She turned to see Anton standing over her, the strap poised above his head.
"One favor deserves another," he said, and lashed down with the strap. It caught Rhoda across one tit and she howled in agony as her nipple stiffened in erogenous response.
The next stroke landed on her belly and the end snapped stingingly into her cunt. She screamed a loud protest as the smarting pain skittered across her flesh.
Anton's staff pulsed rapidly up and bounced rigidly in front of him as he whaled away with the strap.
Rhoda spread her legs, wanting the sting of the black leather to bite into the pulp of her fiery cunt-lips. Anton eagerly obliged. He viciously snapped the strap between her legs, landing flush on her seething labia, while the end curled into the crack of her ass and snapped angrily against her puckering anus.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed, half in pain and half in erotic response. "Again, again! Beat my cunt! Slash my cunt!"
Again and again, Anton slashed the biting leather into the puffy lips of her contorted pussy. The sweat poured from Rhoda as she rapidly scaled the orgiastic heights.
Anton huffed and puffed, the physical effort beginning to take its toll of his stamina, but he continued his savage, brutal lashing.
As blood trickled from a hundred tiny cuts on her body, Rhoda suddenly howled hysterically and arched her body into an almost perfect semi-circle as she again erupted into climactic fulfillment. The thick ooze seeped copiously from her convulsing cunt-meat and dripped in heavy drops to the floor.
At the same time, Anton's aching muscle let loose a torrent of sement to splatter next to Rhoda's puddling honey.
Having expended their orgasms, both of them collapsed into blubbery heaps.
At that moment, Jim was confronting the sergeant who had reluctantly taken the information about Rhoda. Jim told him what he had done since reporting Rhoda's disappearance, and the results. He also showed the cop the ad and demanded that he be accompanied back to the House of Horrors.
The sergeant still felt that Jim's facts were not enough to warrant entry into the House of Horrors for the purpose of investigation, but he would refer him to a higher authority who could make the decision.
Jim was introduced to lieutenant Michael Wynant, a veteran of fifteen years on the force, whose forte was kidnapping.
"Do you think your daughter was kidnapped?" he asked Jim.
Exasperation. "I don't know if she was kidnapped. But I do know that she is being held against her will," Jim answered.
Wynant arched his eyebrows. "You know that-how? "
"My daughter wouldn't stay out all night and day-and don't tell me about young girls alone in New York, she's a level-headed young lady who isn't interested in sex or dope."
"I see," Wynant said, not convinced by Jim's analysis. "In spite of what you say, young girls have been known to change once they are on their own and away from parental vigilance and guidance."
"You're wrong."
"Is it possible that she might be inclined toward lesbianism as a psychological substitute?" Wynant asked not cruelly, but exploring an obvious possibility.
"No!" Jim snapped. "She's against sex, period." t
"I understand your anguish Mr. Masters, but in this era of teen-age rebellion, anything is possible."
"The only rebellion Rhoda is participating in is against me." Jim pointed out.
"Exactly," Wynant said. "And sexual promiscuity may be the way she's exacting revenge on you.
"No-no-she just wouldn't! Not that way! She's being held at the House of Horrors against her will!"
"Why?" Wynant asked simply. "You haven't been contacted with a ransom demand. Why would she be held?"
Jim stood up angrily and banged his fist on the desk. "How the hell should I know why! It's your job to find out why and correct it!"
"I know what my job is, Mr. Masters," the lieutenant said calmly. "And I know I can't run around smashing down doors on a parent's unsupported whim."
"It's not a whim. I've given you enough facts to prompt an investigation." Jim snarled angrily.
"You've given me supposition and subjective deduction-nothing that's legally acceptable."
"I'm not going to bandy legalities with you, lieutenant, while my daughter is in imminent danger. If you don't immediately take some steps to save her, I'll go to the nearest gun-shop and do it myself," Jim said, glaring angrily at the officer.
Wynant rose from his chair and faced Jim. "I can't stop you before you commit the act, but I can advise you that it would be a stupid and dangerous act. If your daughter is being held you'll only endanger her life and your own. If not, you will be arrested for breaking and entering, and assault with a deadly weapon."
"Then do something about it!" he shouted. Then his mood abruptly changed. "Please, please,-at least go to the museum and ask questions. I'm not a man given to illogical hysterics. I know my daughter is in desperate straits."
I sympathize with your feelings Mr. Masters, but at the present there's nothing I can do. Unless I can reasonably assume that there is a felony being committed, I can't get a search warrant, nor can I enter forcibly without leaving the department and myself open to a civil suit and abuse from the newspapers."
"Then you're not going to do anything?"
"There's nothing I can do."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rhoda was alone in the workshop applying a cold, wet towel to the abrasions that crisscrossed her body.
As she applied the soothing compress, she thought of her newly discovered psychological position. Anton, in spite of the fact that she still loathed him, had shattered the wall of anti-sexuality that she had erected over the years. She realized with crystal clarity that she was a carnal animal, imbued with an unquenchable lust for every depraved form of sex; a true disciple of the sado-masochistic cult.
No longer did she feel the stifling pangs of shame or guilt, instead she only felt a burning desire to make up for the moments of her sexual incarceration. She hadn't yet savored the fruits of lesbian conjugality, but she knew she would and she knew she would enjoy it as she had every other sexual indulgence to which Anton had introduced her.
Gone was her resentment and indictment of her father and mother. She knew that she was one of them, and had inherited their burning passion, their wanton desires and their sexual proclivities. Now she could understand their promiscuity and no longer condemned them.
How could she find them reprehensible when she knew now the raging passion that seared their libidoes?
Rhoda's way was clear to her for the first time in her young life. She would continue her studies at Pratt Institute, but her days and nights would be filled with sexual fulfillment in any way, with anyone.
She decided her whole mode of living would change. No longer would she spurn her father's offers of financial assistance. She would take all he offered and demand more.
A lecherous smile crossed her face as she thought of her father. She wondered how he would be as a lover and knew she would find out. The thought of an incestuous affair thrilled her and she felt her pussy itching from the erogenous images she conjured up in her mind. She knew it wouldn't be difficult to seduce her father, because she remembered how he used to look at her whenever she wore her bikini or lounged around the house in her shorty nightgown. She realized now that his attention was a great deal more than fatherly, and remembered the times when they frolicked in the pool and his hands strayed over her body, feeling her developing breasts and her plump, firm ass.
She also recalled the many times she had felt his stiff cock pressing into the crack of her ass when he held her close in the water. At that time his cock felt massive and she wondered if she would still find it as big or would her present experience diminish it?
The image of her father's masculinity faded from the projection screen of her mind and was replaced by the voluptuousness of her mother. Joyce lay sprawled on a huge bed, her raven pubes curled luxuriously at her crotch and her firm breasts jutting delightfully up. The image was so vivid, Rhoda felt as though she could reach out and feel her mother's silken skin.
Another sexual goal was mentally noted. She had to perform cunnilingus on her mother, she decided. She had to taste the lovely flesh of her mother's womb; the womb from which she first saw the light of day. It was from whence she sprang and it was where she hungrily longed to return.
A wistful, soft smile creased her lips as she projected the image to include her father and herself in a familial daisy chain, each of them servicing the other.
"You seem content," Anton's voice said, breaking her reverie.
She looked at him crossly for disturbing her pleasurable dream. "I was," she snapped, "until I saw your ugly face."
"That's not a very gracious way to speak to your benefactor," Anton said with a smile. "You could have gone through life, unmindful of the wondrous pleasures available, if it hadn't been for me. Now you know the indescribable delights of giving and receiving pain-The incomparable pleasure of orgasm."
Rhoda looked at his flaccid prick and spread her legs. "Are you going to stand there patting yourself on the back or are you going to do something to ease the burning itch in my cunt?"
"Spoken like a true follower of Sappho. You, my dear, are a shining example of nymphomania," he said. "Aren't you pleased?"
"I'm pleased out of my fucking skull. Now, can we cut out the bullshit and get down to the nitty-gritty?" she said in words that were a delight to say and grabbed his dangling cock in her hand. She began to stroke his meat to hardness, as Kong hippity-hopped behind him, beating his massive chest rapidly, fumbling for his cock at the same time.
His angry growls turned Anton's head and stopped Rhoda's hand.
Kong's eyes darted in his deepset sockets and he frantically hopped from foot to foot, while his mammoth eighteen inches of rock-hard cock bounced heavily in front of him. Rhoda looked at the gigantic tool, thinly covered by a shiny lubricant, and knew that at last Kong could stand no more and wanted to put his enormous prick in her.
The thought terrified her. It wasn't only that his stiff shaft was long, but it was as thick as a man's lower arm, with a knob as big as a man's fist, plus the fact that it was an animal; a hairy, thick-skinned, smelly, dirty animal.
Anton looked at Kong and at his throbbing cock and smiled wickedly.
"I know Kong, I know. I've been selfish, I've kept our lovely guest for myself. It is about time I let you share in the activities."
Kong beat more violently on his chest as Anton turned back to Rhoda, who cowered in a corner of the cot.
"Sodomy, my dear," he began, "is the ultimate sexual experience. Once you have been bestialized, you will be forever freed from any carnal restrictions."
Fright, repulsion, and desire flickered in Rhoda's eyes. "No, no, no!" she screamed. "Don't let him fuck me! His cock will split me in two! Please don't let him, please, please, please!"
"I'm sorry Rhoda. Once Kong has his mind set on something he wants, it is extremely dangerous to try and dissuade him or get in his way."
Anton stepped aside and motioned for Kong to indulge his desire. Rhoda leaped from the cot and tried to run from the room, but Kong's long arms reached out and grabbed her. He held her on the cot and easily spread her legs. His massive girth forced her legs unnaturally apart, straining the elasticity of her muscles and the strength of her bones.
Rhoda scratched at his leathery skin and broke her fingernails for her efforts, while' the huge beast rubbed his leviathan cock against her twitching cunt-lips. The slimy roughness of his massive phallus rasped sensuously against her mashed labia, eliciting traumatic tremors.
In spite of his repulsive looks and malodorous emanation Rhoda's passion began to burn hungrily in her loins and she humped her aching cunt against his frictioning cock. All this time! All this time! And ... now!
"EEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she squealed as the flaming urge ignited her libido.
Warm, foamy spittle dribbled from the corners of the raging beast's mouth, splashing onto Rhoda's crawling skin. The obnoxious saliva made her belly twitch nauseously but it was overcome by the rampant sensations that ripped at her groin.
From the corner of her eye, Rhoda could see Anton watching in a highly agitated state, his prick swinging stiffly in front of him.
Rhoda became more and more frightened as Kong's wedged tool seemed to become larger and more swollen as it rubbed roughly along the length of her weeping pussy-lips. Kong's breathing became staccato, and his hot, smelly emanations permeated Rhoda's sensitive nostrils causing her stomach to jerk nervously.
Although she was almost frightened out of her wits, she was still intrigued by Kong's massive rod and wanted it put into her crying vagina even though she felt it would tear her apart.
When Kong put his bulging cock-head of the narrow opening of her pussy, she screamed hysterically and beat frantically, wastefully, uselessly, on his chest. Kong wedged the mighty knob between her spread labia and the air whooshed out of Rhoda from the ensuing pain. Gone was her passion, gone were the rapturous tremors and she was left with bone-shattering agony.
Kong, only concerned with his lust, took her pitiable cries to be the mating call of a female ape. He shoved the throbbing cock-head up her cunt and Rhoda reeled to the edge of consciousness.
With his glans imbedded, Kong put his hands on Rhoda's hips and leaned backward, sitting on his heels. With his titanic strength, he lifted Rhoda from the bed and held her straddled over his thighs, her pussy riding the tip of his globular prick-head.
Rhoda continued to scream hysterically as his hot, slimy shaft wedged two inches deeper into her contorted cunt-meat. It seemed as though a rasping file was being rubbed against her pelvic bone, eating away the calcium with teeth.
Kong put downward pressure on her hips and she sank still further onto his impaling monstrosity. His thick trunk was only half in and it already was pushing up her belly and lacerating her vaginal membranes. More and more, her tortured, agonized cunt engulfed his slimy phallus until she could feel it poking into the narrow opening of her cervix with still four inches of the swollen muscle to go. The pain became so great that the entire area of her womb became mercifully numb and her vaginal walls exuded a torrential flow of lubricant to ease the way for the alien monster invading its inner sanctum.
The bulbous glans pushed through the cervix neck and hungrily attacked the innermost depths of Rhoda's cunt. Kong's full eighteen inches of thick, solid, prick was imbedded up her cunt and it felt like a fireplug in her guts.
Kong groaned contentedly as he moved his hairy ass from side to side and his hands slowly moved Rhoda up and down on his aching cock.
As her ravaged cunt-meat inexorably became acclimated to the massive intruder, the numbness dissipated and shimmering flashes of ecstasy reappeared. Kong increased the up and down movement over his impaling tool and Rhoda's pleasure increased accordingly.
She dug her fingers into the rock-hard muscle of his shoulders and began to convolute her ass while Kong pistoned her on his pulsing rod.
Pain was no longer a factor as she roared off into an erogenous valhalla, her body shuddering ecstatically from the unceasing carnal rapture.
Kong sucked her heaving tit into his hot, salivating mouth and gnashed her distended nipple with his sharp teeth. The exquisite pain of his knife-like teeth mingled with the rapturous sensuality of his rutting prick and Rhoda was caught up in a maelstrom of erotic delirium.
"Oh, my God, my God!" she gasped with an unreal quality as her head fell backward and her mouth gaped grotesquely open.
"I'm gonna come!" she shrieked, wriggling her firm buttocks furiously to release the tauntingly knotted orgasm tearing in her guts.
Faster and faster she writhed and wriggled on his engulfed cock, until she screamed, "I'm coming-Jesus II. Christ-I'm commmmmmmmiinnnnnnnnngggggggggg!" Paroxysms shook her quivering body as the cataclysmic orgasm erupted. She pressured her hips downward, trying to get every cell of his invading prick in her grasping slot.
The raging series of orgiastic spasms ebbed and Rhoda tried to get off Kong's swollen muscle, but Kong held her there, resuming the up and down thrust.
"No, no!" she begged. "No more-I can't take anymore."
As Kong continued to manipulate her tight cunt up and down on his thick shaft, the dying embers of Rhoda's passion began to rekindle and in swift moments, she was an inflamed, burning bundle of frayed, frenetic nerves, attuned to his carnal rhythm.
Kong moved her swiftly on his aching stump and his teeth gritted firmly on her blood-filled nipple, while Rhoda wriggled her ass in blissful response.
Gutteral, staccato growls spilled from Kong's mouth and filled the room with the sounds of unleashed fury.
"Christ, Christ!" Rhoda sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm gonna come again!" She could feel Kong's enormous phallus swelling in her already tightly filled vagina and knew that he was rapidly approaching his climax. In the middle of her erotic ecstasy, she couldn't help wonder how much jism the hairy beast would spill into her tortured cunt.
The arrival of another orgasm cut off the thought. "Mother-fucker! Aaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screeched as another catastrophic explosion shattered her being.
Kong pulled her down on his spread lap with a frantic urgency and held her there as he growled and grunted and hissed with an unearthly intensity.
Rhoda could feel every steel muscle in his massive body quiver and quake as he spilled his cum into her contorted cunt-meat. It was as though a faucet had been opened and his hot sperm gushed into her with fire-hose pressure. Her cunt wasn't a big enough receptacle for the torrential flow, and the thick, milky fluid gushed from her twat, dribbling in thick rivulets down her thighs and into the thick, wiry hair of Kong's bent legs.
As his dying prick began to recede and slip out of her agonized vagina, she felt as though part of her body was leaving her. When the flaccid muscle was gone, there was a gaping void between her legs that filled with cooling air and made her shiver.
Kong lay her down and then beat his chest triumphantly, rolling his head loosely on his neck, while his beady eyes darted from side to side.
Rhoda lay completely enervated from the sodomistic encounter, her ravaged cunt still oozing the heady snot of his cum.
As Kong got off the cot and began a happy hippity-hop of triumph, Anton dipped a towel into the basin of water and started to clean the residue of Kong's orgasm from her legs. Kong growled angrily and put his hairy hand to Anton's shoulder, shoving him roughly aside.
Rhoda laughed mockingly. "How does that grab you, Anton? Kong's chosen me as his mate. I must even be better than you thought."
"Kong!" Anton roared angrily. "Back to your cage!"
The huge gorilla barked an angry response when Anton attempted to approach Rhoda.
Rhoda laughed again. "As my mate-he's also my protector. It's tough Anton, but I think you lost me to a better animal."
Kong kneeled beside the cot and moved Rhoda's legs so that they hung over the edge, then he began to lap the drying cum that still clung to her thighs.
Anton enraged by the beast's disobedience, lifted the wide strap that still lay close by. He lashed out viciously and caught the animal across his wide back. Kong whelped more in surprise than pain and then rose to his feet. He roared loudly and beat his chest before grabbing Anton in his huge hands. His massive arms encircled Anton and slowly crushed the life from him, while Rhoda watched in hypnotic fascination. Kong raised Anton's crushed body above his head and then he threw the lifeless form into a corner with a sickening thud.
Rhoda fell back in fear as Kong kneeled beside the cot. Her apprehension died as he continued lapping his cum from her thighs. After cleaning the milky residue from her legs, he spread her and put his thick head be between her thighs. His fleshy tongue felt like sandpaper lapping over the sensitive labia, and Rhoda again felt the awakening of her sleeping libido. She raised her knees and hooked her feet on the edge of the cot; then on Kong's shoulders.
Kong forced his tongue into her fiery twat and lapped the clinging musk from her vaginal walls.
"Oooohhhhhhh, ooohhhhhh!" she sighed as the returning flames of passion burned hotly in her loins. She began to wriggle and convolute her ass as Kong's long, rasping tongue licked along her vulva toward the bursting bud of her eroticism.
When his hot lips and tongue captured her clit, she shrieked wildly and put her hands into the sweaty, matted hair on his head, pressuring him deeper into her grasping, hungry cunt.
The gorilla's teeth gnashed the turgid blossom and his tongue sandpapered flickingly over the blood-engorged organ.
Rhoda's body writhed and shuddered and quivered as she rapidly approached a seething climax.
"Bite it! Chew it! Pull it! Make me come-you fucking, ugly animal!" she screamed hysterically. "You dirty, filthy, scummy beast! You woman-fucking ape-make me come! Make me come! Make me come!"
Her anguished cries were more a safety valve to release the pent-up emotion that pressured angrily in her groin, than it was urging to the dumb, unknowning Kong, who needed no urging.
In a vivid burst of colors, Rhoda arched her back and tensed her muscles as the catapulting orgasm rocketed through her. Kong greedily lapped the honey flow as Rhoda shuddered and quaked until she plummeted to the cot like a mortally wounded bird.
Rhoda was already in a semi-comotose sleep when Kong, satisfied, rolled to his side and lay at her feet like a pet dog.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jim Masters left the gun shop with a .38 Smith and Wesson in his pocket and hailed a cab. As the taxi slowly made its way through the late afternoon traffic, Jim thought about what he would do now that he had a gun.
He had no intention of using it other than to force an entry into the House of Horrors and conduct a thorough search. Of course, If Rhoda was being held prisoner and she had been harmed in any way, then he might be enraged enough to use it.
Of one thing he was sure, he wouldn't leave the museum until he was satisfied that Anton Turkel had answered all his questions truthfully.
The taxi stopped a block from the museum on Jim's orders. He paid the driver and walked the rest of the way, nervously fingering the weapon in his pocket. His eyes stared blankly ahead, as though he were in a trance. He bumped into people without offering an apology and ignored their angry epithets.
Anger welled up in him as he looked at the painted sign that proclaimed the House of Horrors to be the greatest wax museum in the world. Cautiously, he walked into the alley beside the building and looked into the side windows. His eyes scanned the premises, carefully checking each waxen figure for some tell-tale sign, not knowing exactly what he was looking for.
He left the alley and went to the front door. After checking his pistol, he stood in front of the bell for long moments, clenching and unclenching his fists nervously, summoning the courage to carry out his nebulous plan.
As his finger started for the bell, a voice called out softly, "Good afternoon, Mr. Masters."
Jim whirled around to see lieutenant Wynant smiling easily in the company of a uniformed policeman.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jim asked angrily.
"I was just going to ask the same question. Why are you here, Mr. Masters?" the lieutenaant asked.
"You know damn well why I'm here. I think my daughter's in there and I'm going to get her out!" Jim snarled, and again reached for the bell.
"Mr. Masters," Wynant said a little more firmly. "I told you before I couldn't do anything until a crime had been committed. I believe you have committed one."
Jim stiffened. "Not yet I haven't. I haven't seen Turkel nor have I smashed in any doors
-yet."
"Carrying a concealed weapon is a felony in the state of New York," Wynant informed him.
"That's an assumption, and you said you can't legally do anything about assumptions for fear of a civil suit," Jim said haughtily.
"This is more than an assumption. You told me you intended to buy a gun and then force your way, at gunpoint, into the House of Horrors to rescue your daughter. I believed you."
"You're a damn fool, Wynant!" Jim snapped.
"Possibly," Wynant said, coolly. He extended his hand. "May I have the gun, please?"
Jim shifted his weight uneasily as he saw the policeman's hand go to his holster. Slowly he pulled the pistol from his pocket and handed it to the lieutenant.
"I don't intend to book you, Mr. Masters."
"Thanks for nothing," Jim snarled. "Why the hell aren't you that concerned for my daughter?"
"Because you're not, Mr. Masters."
Anger flared in Jim's guts. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he sputtered.
"You've had your daughter all your life, but everything else in your life was more important. Even now-here, looking for her-every cunt you come across is more important." The detective paused for breath. "And now you yell for help to correct your mistakes. That isn't our job, Mr. Masters. I've taken personal time to keep you out of trouble. Appreciate it."
"But my daughter is being held-!"
"Against her will?" Wynant completed the sentence; then shook his head. "We don't know that and neither do you." He pocketed Jim's gun, smiled, and clapped him on the shoulder. "We both know what you're really afraid of, don't we, Mr. Masters? Well, it's a condition every father has to face sooner or later. The exact method may differ, but the results are usually the same. I suggest you return to your hotel, or even go home."
He held open the door of his squad car. "Leave her alone and she'll come home, wagging her tail behind her . ... They always do."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The gorilla slept on as if felled by an ax. Rhoda gathered her clothes and walked out the way she had come in. At her hotel, she avoided the lobby and entered through the subterranean garage. She found the linen maid in her quarters, and with a wink and a dollar bill she gained entrance to her room.
She saw the red message-light on the phone, and the desk gave her all the messages from her father. She called his hotel. "Hey, Daddy," she wanted to say, "my room or yours?"
MUSEUM CURATOR FOUND CRUSHED BY PET GORILLA IN TORTURE CHAMBER The Weekend Closing Of Popular House Of Horror Alerts Police-
Rhoda had bathed her beleaguered body and lay on her bed, clad only in a flimsy nightgown that Jim bought in the hotel boutique shop. She rested her head in her daddy's lap.
"I'm sorry, Daddy-but we don't want all that publicity, do we?"
"Forget it, honey. We haven't been the ideal parents, but I swear I'll try and make it up to you." he said, running his fingers through her raven tresses.
"Please, let me finish," she said softly. "I want you to know what happened in the museum."
"It isn't necessary. It must have been a traumatic experience and it's best that you forget it."
She lifted her head. "Will you help me forget?"
"For the rest of my life."
Rhoda smiled happily. She could see that he sincerely meant what he said. She again rested her head on his lap, her hand on the inside of his thigh, and she could feel he meant it too.
"Daddy-I'd like to have my own apartment while I'm going to school." she said.
"You can have anything you want, darling," he assured her.
She moved her head slightly and felt his pulsing cock pressing at the back of her ear. The stiff heat of his cock, sent a sensual tremor skittering along her spine.
"When I get my apartment you can stay with me when you visit New York," she suggested, her fingers inching slowly up his inner thigh.
Jim leaned back against the headboard as her fingers neared his stiff shaft. "I intend to visit New York often," he warned her.
"As often as you like, Daddy," she purred and rested her hand on his throbbing prick. She wrapped her fingers around the turgid muscle and squeezed gently.
"Oh, baby," he gurgled.
Rhoda, excited by his ready acceptance of her advances, unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffened meat, and stroked gingerly over its thick length.
"Oooohhhhhh, Daddy-it's so beautiful," she purred, as her other hand scooped up his heavily-laden balls. She fondled the hairy skin and firmly pulled his rigid prick.
Jim unhooked the catch at the top of his pants. In one deft motion, he was bare-assed naked. As Rhoda kissed wetly along his quivering thighs, she increased the pace of her stroking hand and jostled his balls rapidly.
"Hmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmm," he erotically crooned as cascading sparks inundated his senses.
" Rhoda looked wistfully at his pink, unseeing eye at the tip of his aching tool.
"It's gorgeous, Daddy. I want to kiss it-I want to suck it." she sighed. "Can I have it, Daddy?"
"I told you, you can have anything you want, baby." Jime answered and squeezed the spongy pliancy of her swollen breasts.
Rhoda hungrily sucked in the bulbous cock-head and pumped her mouth up and down over the silken skin.
"Hey, Daddy," she mumbled around his swollen cock, "all's well that ends well, right?"
"Right," her daddy gasped, and hung on to her head.
