Much is said and printed in the media about the awesome problems of men in war; of mind-staggering psychological problems of adjustment that every fighting man is faced with.
First, he's faced with the initial adjustment to military life-the regimentation, the strict discipline, the severe standards of dress and manner. But these are the problems he has come to expect, for they are an intrinsic part of military life that we all are familiar with.
Another, and often more difficult adjustment, comes with the new soldier's first exposure to actual combat-his 'baptism under fire'. To a generation reared in a country that has never known the horrors of warfare on its own soil, this can be a devastating experience. We are all familiar with the alleged atrocities committed at Song My-glaring representations of the incredible pressures of combat. These and countless other examples sprinkled profusely in the history of warfare all point out the same basic tenet: war is a private hell, without rules, except the primitive rule of survival.
But still another problem of adjustment, not often nearly as dramatic or newsworthy, but equally important in the lives of our young fighting men, is the problem of readjusting back at home. Of finding a place once again in the ever-changing mainstream of life in the United States.
Winston McElroy has woven for us an actual account of the awesome problems facing one such combat veteran-represented in the fictional character of Bob Hartley. Bob is only one of thousands plagued each year with this terrible burden, and we are proud to offer this novel, probing for the first time the often-felt, but little publicized problems of the Vietnam veteran, home from an unpopular war, no longer the town hero, but just another statistic in the ranks of the unemployed.
You may well be shocked, as we were, to read of the terrifying nightmare his young wife Anne is forced to endure-determined that she will destroy her own life before she will bring any more pain to her husband.
Much more could be said about this volume, but we would rather you experience these gut-rending emotions yourself, through the sensitive eyes of Mr. McElroy.
This story stands on its own two feet. We are justifiably proud and honored to be its publishers.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Getting used to civilian life again back in the States was something the guys talked about quite a bit in Vietnam; like finding a job, trying to get some money saved up, going out with some real women again. So Bob Hartley wasn't too surprised when things began to get rough, but that didn't make it any better. Having Anne to come home to made it a lot easier; at least he didn't have to play all those social games again. And his job working for his brother was there waiting, just like he'd promised, though Bob could tell he didn't really need him-business was off and he had one too many draftsmen anyway.
But the real problems were something he'd never really thought about during those nights when everybody was talking about going home. It didn't seem like much, not when he thought about all those guys coming back shot-up, or the ones who didn't make it back at all.
It was just that those long months in Nam, never knowing if you were going to be the next one that got it, never knowing just how long this whole thing was going to drag on-it could put a lot of years on a guy. And suddenly one day you stopped being a boy in a man's uniform.
That must be the explanation-Bob couldn't think of anything else. It had to be that; some-thing made him feel the way he did, made him look at all those silly, half-witted children he went to school with for so many years and wonder why they were still children and he was a man.
It didn't hit him at first, it took a while. And it wasn't that he didn't try to fit back in. His first stop in town, after going back to the apartment, had been Red's, his home-away-from-home before he was married. And the same bunch was still hanging around; maybe a new face here and there, but pretty much the same guys.
But that was the problem-they were still the same guys, getting those checks from home, staying out all night drinking beer and cramming for exams at the last minute. Nothing had changed-except Bob. Three or four hours there were enough to make him start wondering about it, and after a few more stops, he knew his nights at Red's were all over-that these were a bunch of kids, and better off left alone in their kids' world.
But at least Anne was still the same warm understanding, lovable girl he'd left behind. Sometimes he wondered why she didn't seem like the others to him, why she seemed to be so much older in some ways. But he didn't worry about it too much, there were plenty of other, more demanding dragons he had to slay. Getting back into school, lining up classes, trying to remember all he'd forgotten about drafting so he could at least give his brother his money's worth.
And with all that on a guy's mind, he could be forgiven if sometimes his problems began to show. Even in bed-and he thanked God for such an understanding wife.
Sometimes he fumbled around like a kid on his first hot date, and he knew it; even though Anne never said anything to even hint she might have noticed. But he knew she did, he could feel it. Like when he'd finish long before her, and she'd be so hot you could boil water on her. But she'd never let on it bothered her, just quietly drift off to sleep like she'd never had any better.
* * *
Anne thought it would be better for both of them if she started taking a couple of courses at the college again, that: way they'd have some-thing to talk about, and she wouldn't get so bored just sitting around all day. So she signed up for Literature of England on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings. And Chemistry, that met Thursday afternoons, with labs that met two nights a week from seven to ten. It seemed like a pretty fair schedule, and Anne knew those night labs might come in handy, in case she needed a last-minute excuse to get out of the apartment. She hadn't heard from Alice Horne in weeks, but she couldn't escape the fact that it was only a matter of time before that phone rang with another assignment. And what would it be this time? Some drunk salesman from upstate. Or maybe a couple of conventioneers away from their wives for the first time?
And Anne knew that as long as Alice Horne held those awful, damning tapes of her with those terrible men; she'd always have to say yes, or watch that despicable woman destroy her marriage while she stood by helpless.
But she tried not to think of that these first days with Bob; she knew it hadn't been easy for him in Vietnam and that he'd need all the help he could get from her. That was another reason for keeping the terrible truth to her-self; it was all Bob could do to make the adjustments demanded of him. She couldn't even think of burdening him with this, too.
* * *
It had to happen sooner or later, but Anne wasn't ready when it finally came. She'd finally gotten over jumping every time the phone rang, so this time she wasn't prepared for that voice on the other end.
"Anne, honey, this is Alice Horne. How are you?"
She was too numb to speak for a few seconds.
"Uh... I'm fine... just fine," she replied limply.
"Well, that's nice, honey, because I need you tomorrow night. We've got a party to do-nothing much, we just need a couple of hostesses. You know, greet people, serve refreshments, pose with the dignitaries, that sort of thing. I've got you all lined up for it, and I knew I could count on you."
Anne tried to gulp down the lump in her throat. "Uh... I don't know, Mrs. Horne. I mean... uh, I kinda' had other plans. And I don't know if I could get out of it," she lied.
She knew Alice Horne would see right through her thin excuse. "Oh, you can break your other plans, Anne. I just know you wouldn't let me down, would you."
How I wish Bob could help me! He'd know what to do... what to say!
"Gee, I don't think so... It's really important... and I just don't think I could change everything at the last minute like this. Couldn't you get some other girl?"
That sugary-sweet voice hardened like steel, and she knew what was coming next.
"You'd better find a way, sweetie," she said threateningly. "Or someone we both know will be getting some mighty interesting tapes in the mail. Maybe he could play them for his buddies in the barracks."
"No... No, he's not in Vietnam. He's right here," blurted Anne. "And I'm going to tell him all about you and what you've been doing... I... I know he'll know how to handle you."
Anne could feel the venom even through the phone.
"Isn't that nice. Why don't you do that. Just let me know when you plan to tell him, and I'll drop over and help you out. I've got all the case histories, you know. Maybe I could fill in any-thing you left out... "
She bit her lip to keep Alice from hearing her cry... " like that night at the lodge. I heard some pretty fascinating stories about you and that big fellow. Seems he . .
"Stop it! Stop it!" Anne screamed. "I don't want to hear it!" The tears were streaming down her reddened cheeks.
"And you wouldn't want that husband of yours to hear it, either, now would you? Be at the Redwood Room of the Eden Hills Motor Inn at seven-thirty tomorrow night. Your old friend Carol will be there too. She'll tell you what to do."
Alice hung up without waiting for her answer, but Anne knew only too well what that answer would have to be. There was no way out of it-she had to go. And whatever those men wanted, she would have to provide.
CHAPTER TWO
Anne began to relax a little for the first time in twenty-four hours when she found her way from the lobby to the Redroom Room. It was like any other hotel banquet-room, very sterile and contemporary, but, thankfully, already beginning to fill with out-of-town sales executives. The hotel seemed to be crowded, and the plush lobby was cluttered with ladies in mink, and men pulling at their stiff collars. It hardly seemed like the kind of place where anything bad could happen; not at all like that secluded lodge she remembered only too well.
She looked around for a familiar face, fully aware that she was being carefully examined by the men already gathered in the large room. She half-expected someone to start the bidding, or take a closer look at her teeth.
"Anne! Anne! Over here!" She looked but couldn't see anyone who could be calling her. "Here I am!"
Thank God it's Carol!
She recognized the hair and figure before she could make out the face-that beautiful, long blond hair and that just-so-ripe teen-age figure of hers were very much a part of her memory of that night at the lodge. A part she tried not to remember-a part she hoped no one would ever share.
"Hi, Carol. How are you," Anne asked pleasantly as the young girl came running over. The men cleared a path as she hurried through, every eye fastened on that full, luscious figure of hers as she bounced along. And again she wasn't wearing a bra-like that night at the lodge.
"Great! Just great," she explained. "Where have you been keeping yourself. I figured you'd be working more parties after... well, you know . .
Anne tried to hold back the crimson flood that suddenly colored her face.
"Oh, I see. Well, we won't talk about it anymore, how's that? Let's just do a good job and forget about the past."
Anne nodded yes, not really sure what to say to her. "Alice Horne said you'd know what to do," she said finally. "And that I'm to find out from you."
"Right. But it isn't much. At least not like the last time. We're just here to greet some big-shots with this company, serve drinks, and stand around and look cute in case anybody wants his picture taken or something.".
Anne was puzzled. She hadn't expected any-thing like this. "You mean that's all?" she asked. "What about... well, what about... other things. Like the last time." The words just wouldn't come when she tried to talk about that night. Carol laughed at her awkwardness. "Don't worry about a thing. This one is different. But the money's the same. Fifty dollars. We've got some time to kill yet, have you had anything to eat?"
Anne remembered for the first time that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. "No, I haven't. And I'm starved."
"Well, there's plenty of food left. And the guy who's running all this said we were welcome to it. Come on, let's eat!"
She could feel the tension unwinding as she talked to Carol over a plate of ham, corn-on-the-cob and asparagus. It was the first time she had relaxed since she'd gotten the phone call and it felt good.
Anne explained about Bob being back, and how nervous she had been about coming, and how much she wanted to quit.
"Pat told me about the tapes," Carol confessed. "I wasn't going to say anything if you didn't bring it up. I think that's a really dirty thing to do. But I've heard there are some other girls in the same position... That she's been doing things like that for years. And never once had any trouble with the law. I just don't understand it."
"You say you talked to Pat?" Is she still working for Mrs. Horne, too?" asked Anne.
"Yeah, I worked a double date with her last week. It was pretty rough. I think those guys must have been truck-drivers at heart," said Carol. "I kinda' thought she might be here to-night, but I guess not."
Some man was motioning for them to come from the doorway at the opposite end of the dining room. "Do you know him? I think he's trying to get your attention."
"Oh, that's our boss!" Carol gulped down her iced tea, and wiped the remnants of her dinner from her fingers. "Let's go before he gets mad. Alice said he has a real temper."
* * *
When the last round of drinks had been poured, and the last introductions made, and the last pictures taken, Anne was finally accepting, without any doubts, that this was all there was to it. Nothing else-just smile and be a good hostess.
It had to be true, but she couldn't believe it. She remembered the other assignments Alice Horne had sent her on-not just that one night at the lodge, but that date with John, the night she had met Pat; that horrifying night with Dan Morson, and the awful things he made her do. She got cold shivers even now when she thought about it.
But this part was almost over, and nothing like that had happened. For the first time she began to think about that fifty dollars she had coming, and how nice it would be to have money to spend again.
There was a little horsing around from time to time during the evening, and maybe a hand or two managed to slip under her skirt, but nothing like before.
"I guess that's about it," said Carol, stacking the glasses on the bar. "We might as well split."
"That's okay by me. Do you need a ride? You're welcome to ride with me," offered Anne. "I've got our old jalopy out back. Unless the hotel had it towed away as junk."
"I hope not, 'cause I sure could use a ride. I wasn't looking forward to that long bus ride. It goes right through Elmwood before it gets to my neighborhood."
"Elmwood!" That was the worst ghetto section of town, not the sort of neighborhood you'd want to ride through at high noon. "I don't blame you for not wanting to go that way. Come on, let's get out of here before they find some-thing else for us to do."
The battered old station wagon was right where she left it, and it cranked on the third try, almost a record for the ancient car.
"You'll have to show me the way, I'm not used to driving yet, and the streets confuse me sometimes," said Anne.
"That's all right. I only know one way, but it always seems to get me there. I really appreciate you doing this, Anne. I know you're probably in a hurry to get back to Bob, and this is a lot out of your way."
"Oh, I don't mind," said Anne. "It's earlier than I expected to be going home anyway. I told Bob I'd be late-that I planned to stay after the lab class and do some extra work on my term project. He doesn't expect me until around twelve."
Carol directed the turns, and they headed across town, skirting the dreary industrial district on the elevated freeway. Traffic was light and they made good time; and the Elmwood Avenue exit was coming up just a quarter-mile away.
"Take Elmwood exit, and just go straight down Elmwood Avenue for about thirty blocks; the lights are all synchronized, so you shouldn't have to stop more than once or twice." Anne glanced down to check her speed-the exit was marked for thirty-five miles per hour.
"Oh my God," she shrieked. "Look at that gas needle!"
"Wow, you'd better stop at the first place we pass. I don't think you've got any left," said Carol, glancing around hopefully for the lights of an all-night station.
* * *
Eight blocks of the Elmwood district zipped by, with its row after row of darkened tenements and tiny neon bars. And still no sign of an open gas station. Finally, the signal lights caught up with them, and Anne was forced to stop for a red light. The doors were already locked, and the windows rolled up tightly, but Anne looked around to double-check, nervously waiting for the light to change.
She shoved her foot hard against the floor-board when the signal finally switched to green, and the old station wagon lumbered across the intersection, gave a wheezing cough, and quit... out of gas.
"Don't touch the brake!" shouted Carol. "Let it coast. See if you can make that parking lot!"
Anne steered the slowly rolling car off the street and into the darkened lot, where it finally came to rest headed diagonally across three parking spaces.
"Now what'll we do," asked Anne, hoping desperately that Carol would have some solution.
"Just turn off the key, and let's think this out," she said. "One thing for sure, we can't just sit here. One of us has got to go to a pay phone and call for help."
"Great, but who do we call?" The police?" questioned Anne.
"No, no. They haven't got anything to do with cars out of gas. How about the automobile club? Does Bob belong?"
Anne remembered the card he had given her for her purse, and fished it out frantically. "Yes! Here it is! State Automobile Association... and here's the emergency number on the back!"
Carol examined the card in the glow of the glove compartment light. "Okay, now we know who to call. The next question is how. You don't see any pay phones around, do you?"
"Are you kidding? In this neighborhood? Who's got a dime to use 'em." Anne tried to joke about it, but she knew it was no joking matter. Here they were two young girls stranded in one of the roughest neighborhoods in town. It certainly wasn't something to kid about. "I don't think we should split up," continued Anne, more seriously. "Maybe there's some safety in numbers. Besides, there might be a police station around... or maybe a patrol car. And I wouldn't want to sit here in the dark very long."
"You're right," admitted Carol. "We'll both go. And let's stop talking about it. That just makes it worse."
They locked up the car and started nervously down the filthy sidewalk. So far there wasn't anyone else in sight. They passed a couple of grills and a newsstand, all closed, and crossed to the next block.
There were a bunch of moving shadows in front of a huge, decaying house in the middle of the block, and Anne didn't like the looks of it. "Let's cross to the other side," she suggested quietly. "That doesn't look too safe, if you ask me."
"Oh, don't be silly; it's just some people standing around talking. And maybe they've got a phone we could use."
It still didn't seem right to Anne. "I don't know. I hope you're right."
They walked on cautiously, trying not to look too conspicuous, which was absolutely impossible in this neighborhood. Then someone spotted the two white girls coming.
"Man, would you look at that! I don't believe it!"
"It's got to be a mirage or something... maybe we're all just dreaming. Hey Bobby, get your ass down here and take a look at this!"
"Don't say anything, and maybe they won't bother us," whispered Anne.
"Hey, honey, you lost or something?" said one of the Negroes. "Or maybe you're just slumming... yeah, that's it... you came down to see how us folks live down here on the south side."
Anne and Carol kept walking, not looking to either side.
"Hold on there, sweet things," said a voice from the dark porch. Suddenly he vaulted over the shaky rail, and jumped to the sidewalk directly in their path. Anne felt her heart stop as the big Negro came toward them. "What's your big hurry? We've got everything you could want right here. Ain't no use in going any further. Right?" And then there were two blocking their path, one who looked like a giant to the two terrified girls. Anne spotted the headlights of a car coming.
Oh God let it be a police car...
It slowed as it passed them, and Anne prayed as she'd never prayed before.
"Hey Bobby, isn't that stuff a little too much for you," came a voice from the car. Anne's heart sank to her stomach as she saw four more black men leering at her from the open windows.
"You just keep your butt out a' this," yelled the big Negro. "Nobody invited you anyhow."
The men in the car laughed and drove on, and Anne knew there was no hope now-that they were alone and helpless. She tried her best to hold back the tears, but it was no use.
Oh Bob, where are you! Bob... I need you so badly!
"Hey, baby. You ain't got nothing to cry about. We just thought we'd have a little party. And you girls are invited. How about that?"
Her whole body tensed as his hand touched her shoulder. She tried to answer him but the words just wouldn't come. He left her for the moment and turned his attention to Carol. "How about you, pretty thing? You wanna' have a party?"
"Just what did you have in mind," she asked coolly.
Anne couldn't believe her eyes and ears. Carol didn't seemed frightened at all. In fact, she was almost urging him on. "I'm not sure I want to go. You'd better show me what you had in mind." She gave him a smile that couldn't be mistaken.
"Now that's more like it, baby. I think you and me are gonna' get along real fine."
The big Negro put his strong arms around her tiny body, and clutched her tightly to his broad chest. Carol offered not a trace of resistance as his big hands slipped under her blouse, and eased their way up her smooth back. "Let's you and me go inside and see if we can't find a bottle," he said, not taking his huge, black hands off her for a second. She was pressed tightly against him, her ripe, young breasts smashed against his chest. "This one's mine," he said. "You boys can decide about the other one yourselves." And he and Carol climbed the rickety stairs and went inside the dark ruin of a building.
Anne looked for her chance to run, but there were three blacks surrounding her, and she knew it was useless to try.
"How 'bout it, bitch? You coming along nice-like, or do we have to get mean?" asked the one nearest her. It was impossible to speak-the words hung like marbles in her throat. "PI... please... let me go... " she begged, barely able to force the words out.
"We gonna' let you go, all right," said an-other with a vicious sparkle in his eyes. "Just as soon as we have a little party. Ain't that right?" and the others laughed their approval.
Anne was too frightened to fight back as the three blacks led her inside, her whole body trembling with fear. She tried to remember what she'd been taught to do-not to fight back, because that only makes it worse. She climbed the darkened stairs without a word and entered the dingy first-floor flat. The peeling walls were decorated with Black Panther posters, and the only "furniture" was a couple of filthy, torn mattresses pushed against one wall. There was a fireplace at one end of the biggest room, but it was overflowing with wadded newspapers and cigarette butts.
Bobby-the big one-pulled Carol down beside him on the dingy mattress. One of the others brought him a half full bottle of cheap red wine from the kitchen. He offered it first to Carol.
"I know it ain't what you white girls are used to, but it's the best we've got around here," he said. Carol took a healthy slug from the half-gallon bottle and passed it to another of the Negroes. "How about you, honey? Want some?" He waved the bottle in Anne's direction. She shook her head, hoping no one would see how she was trembling.
What's wrong with Carol... why isn't she afraid?
The other three blacks were huddled in the far corner, and whatever they were arguing about must have been pretty heated, for Anne could hear bits of their conversation, even though they were trying to keep their voices down. Two of the men seemed to be arguing with the other. After a while, the two men left, slamming the front door so hard it rattled all the windows as they stormed out. Anne could feel the one they left behind staring at her-his hot stare so intense it seemed to go right through her clothing. She tried to gauge the distance between her and the closed door-and whether she could make it before he got to her.
No... I can't leave Carol here alone... I know she wouldn't leave me here...
Anne felt her whole body tighten as the black man came toward her, grinning savagely from ear to ear. She tried to hold her ground, to conceal her terror, but it was impossible-she backed slowly away with every step he took.
Carol was leaning comfortably against the wall, still sitting on the dirty mattress, with Bobby close at her side.
"Don't be afraid, Anne," said Carol. "They aren't going to hurt us. They just want to have a little fun, right Bobby?" He whispered some-thing in her ear and they both cracked up with laughter.
The other black pushed her firmly against the wall; she couldn't retreat any further. He grabbed her by both shoulders and pushed her down to the mattress at her feet, opposite Carol and Bobby.
"My name's Eldon, what's yours," asked the black man at her side. Anne was too terrified to answer, trembling at his touch as his hand dropped to her knee.
"Please... please... don't... " she pleaded.
"Don't what? I ain't even done nothing yet."
She heard Carol and Bobby laughing again-this time at her. The Negro put his right arm around her shoulders and let his hand fall lightly to her side, barely touching the rounded, firm bulge of her breast.
"Hey Bobby, we're all ready over here," he shouted to his buddy across the empty room. "How about putting on a little show for us."
"Man, if you want a show, why don't you go watch TV," he yelled in reply. "I ain't got time to play with you."
Carol pulled him closer and whispered in his ear.
"We've had a little meeting 'bout it, and I've changed my mind," said Bobby, removing his shirt as he spoke. His chest was enormous, coal-black with glistening bands of taut muscle that rippled as he moved. He tossed the shirt aside and stood up, as Anne watched in disbelief, her eyes wide with complete amazement.
Releasing the snap and opening his zipper, he pulled the trousers from each leg and threw them over with his shirt. His legs were every bit as firm and muscular as his chest. When his shoes and socks were gone, nothing was left but his white undershorts, in sharp contrast with his ebony-black body. As he turned, Anne caught a glimpse of the front of his shorts-and the incredibly large bulge that strained the thin fabric as it swelled. She couldn't believe it was all him-it looked more like an enormous snake squirming beneath the taut fabric, struggling to get free.
He stood with his hands on his hips, like a towering dark giant over Carol's tiny, white body. She didn't get up, but looked straight up into his glowing eyes; and slowly began to un-button her blouse.
Anne's mouth dropped open-dumbfounded at what was happening right in front of her.
One by one, Carol loosened the buttons, clutching her blouse together with both hands; then, when the last one was free, she opened it fully, her full, ripe breasts spilling into the dim light of the overhead bulb. Her nipples were already hard and throbbing-twin pink tips jutting free and unrestrained as her young, firm breasts stood proudly like two ivory mounds. She rose to her knees and pulled the blouse from her shoulders; the atmosphere was electric as the beautiful, young girl was suddenly naked from the waist.
Without a second's hesitation, the big Negro dropped to his knees in front of her, and lowered his head to her quivering breasts, waiting like two delicious ripe melons for his eager lips.
Her whole body shook as his wet lips made contact with the sensitive tips of her young breasts, his rough tongue rolling the tiny nipples between his teeth.
Anne and the Negro at her side were equally stunned-and completely unable to look away for even an instant as the fantastic scene held them mesmerized.
His huge mouth seemed to devour her soft breasts as he nibbled hungrily at her delicious flesh. Her head was tossed back-her sparkling, blonde hair trailing all the way to the mattress beneath her. His strong, black arms locked tightly around her narrow waist as he buried his face in the softness of her smooth young breasts.
He sucked the throbbing nipple hard between his lips, and a low, savage moan came from Carol's parted lips, like an animal surrender from deep within her eager young body.
His fingers found the zipper of her skirt, and he ripped it open, yanking the garment down over her hips. Only her thin, flimsy panties remained between him and the delicious wetness between her soft, white thighs, and he ripped them off with one vicious snap of his wrist.
Eldon had forgotten Anne for the moment and was glued to the sight of this ripe, young white girl completely at the mercy of the enormous black. And any thoughts she might have had of running were gone from her mind; for she too was hypnotized as Bobby lowered his head to her smooth, flat belly, gently nibbling the tender flesh as his hungry lips made their way toward the soft, sparse mound between her narrow hips.
Anne could see that Carol's whole body was quivering-but not with fear or dread, but with undiluted animal passion, as she answered freely the savage cries of her trembling body.
He pushed her skirt tightly around her knees as she kneeled before him, and grabbed her firmly, one huge, black hand on each soft mound of her firm buttocks, squeezing the white flesh between his strong fingers in tiny ridges.
But she stopped him-for the moment, pushing him away with her tiny hands on his massive shoulders. He looked at her, puzzled-but in a split-second it all made sense.
Carol lay back on the mattress, then kicked the wrinkled skirt from her long, smooth legs. She now lay completely naked before him-an incredibly succulent banquet laid at his feet. He looked her over slowly from head to toe, drinking in every drop of her golden ripe beauty as she squirmed eagerly, awaiting his next move. Her firm, full breasts stood deliciously in twin soft mounds, her throbbing nipples jutting straight up at him, beckoning him on. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together as she moved her long, bare legs slowly from side to side, softly writhing in a rhythm all her own. He'd never in his life seen anything quite so beautiful-and she was all his!
He stood again, not taking his eyes from her for even a moment. And to Anne, watching from across the room, he looked twice as big as before. He grabbed the elastic waist-band of his white undershorts and pulled them quickly down his rock-hard, muscular legs.
Anne jerked her hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as his enormous black cock came into the open, finally breaking free from the confining restraint of his shorts. It hung from his bushy loins like a heavy club, dangling between his huge balls-then swelled fully erect, jerking upwards as if it were alive, until it stood out stiff and hard from his body.
Anne could only think of the African savage -and how this black man, standing before her naked, seemed to bridge the gap between the softness of civilization and the raw, unbridled savagery of the jungle. Without his clothes, he could easily be a transplanted tribesman, lusting at his first sight of a white girl.
His glistening, black cock swelled even larger, until the huge, bulbous head was twice its nor-mal size. Anne wondered if her fingers would even reach around the tremendous shaft.
She tried to deny it-to fool herself; but there was no mistaking the warm, moistness she could feel spreading beneath her, soaking her thin panties as she tried to squirm away her growing desire on the lumpy mattress.
The huge black held his throbbing cock between his two hands-like a weapon as it thrust out before him; and a tiny, white drop of se-men oozed from the enormous tip-gleaming like a tiny, white jewel on the hand of the black pulsating shaft.
He stood over the young girl, his cock still clutched tightly in his two massive fists; then dropped to his knees over her-one knee on either side of her tiny white body. She looked like a helpless insect swallowed up under his awesome body. He kneeled motionless over her, his huge cock hanging beneath him, sagging under its awesome weight.
Carol looked at him, puzzled-then a gleam of understanding sparkled in her cobalt-blue eyes. She smiled an unmistakable reply to his unspoken request, and reached for his big, rock-hard penis, her tiny fingers unable to meet around the huge, fleshy shaft.
She rose to her knees, still tightly clutching his enormous prick in her tiny grip, and pulled his loins toward her.
My God! Carol... don't do it! Carol!...
Carol opened her wet lips as far as they would stretch, and slipped the bulky black shaft into the warm shelter of her mouth, hollowing her pale cheeks to get the long, fleshy member in-but still only half its tremendous length would fit between her hungry lips, stretched tautly around the glistening shaft as it slithered inside, grinding against the back of her throat. It gagged her at first, but she gulped down a choking cough and relaxed her throat muscles as best she could.
The huge black looked down at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding at his feet, as the naked, deliciously ripe young girl struggled to get his huge black cock into her eager, hungry lips. He watched in amazement as her golden-blonde hair trailed down over her bare shoulders, tossing loosely from side to side as her head rocked forward and back, each time his long ebony stick disappearing wetly between her ovaled lips. He couldn't believe it as nearly every inch of its shiny length slithered into her warm, wet mouth. No other girl had come so close to taking all of him this way before-but this young, white girl was somehow finding a way.
She fought back the urge to swallow, letting the thick, fleshy shaft slide easily down her tender throat passage as she relaxed the muscles. She knew it would choke her if she tensed-but still she rocked forward again, as his muscular, black hips rocked in perfect rhythm with her, burying the huge cock deep in her throat.
Anne was up on her knees-seeing but not believing as the thick, wet shaft slipped between Carol's pink lips again and again.
The huge Negro could feel the aching pressure building in his big balls as they slapped against the young girl's chin-it seemed to be stronger than he'd ever felt it before-and he knew he couldn't hold it much longer.
Carol hooked her arms around his hips, sliding her opened palms up and down the rock-hard muscles of his buttocks and legs as the big cock eased between her lips again, and down into the warm confines of her throat, filling the tender passage as he shoved his loins forward, sinking his prick in her hungry mouth.
Anne felt the black man's hand on her back, rubbing her gently through her dress-but she offered no protest this time, numbed by the sight of Carol and the huge stallion-like male bucking his enormous manhood into her-a sight she'd never dreamed of, much less expected to witness. It was incredibly exciting-so wicked and forbidden, something most white girls could never hope to see. And yet, here it was-right in front of her eyes.
Eldon's hand slipped lower along the smooth, gentle curve of her back, and traced lightly the rounded outline of her ass as she leaned forward, craning for a better look. She pretended not to notice-but just his very touch sent a chill of wicked pleasure racing along her spine. Her panties were soaked, and they bothered her as they strained at the narrow, damp slit between her thighs, biting into the tiny soft crevice.
Bobby's ecstatic lunges into the young girl's hungry lips were growing faster and deeper, and Carol did her best to keep from gagging as the thick shaft burrowed down her throat. Suddenly he grabbed her tiny, bobbing head, gripping her tightly behind her ears, and rammed his aching cock as far as it would go down her tender throat-shoving it to its brushy hilt as she buried her face in his sweating loins. Carol choked and gagged for air, struggling wildly to get free from this enormous cudgel blocking her air passage.
"Don't! Don't! You're killing her!" screamed Anne, her voice shattering the stillness like bro-ken glass. But the huge black needed only a second more, and it was over...
He threw his head back, his loins shoved flat against the girl's face, gasping as the aching load stored in his huge balls finally spurted free. His enormous cock bucked and spurted like a fire hose out of control, pumping his sticky, white load deep down her throat. Carol swallowed again and again, then grasped his leathery balls between her two fists and milked them dry, squeezing them until every last drop of his hot load was pumped into her hungry throat.
At last the huge shaft flopped limply from her sticky, wet lips, and dangled loosely between his thighs. Carol fell, exhausted, on her back, as the Negro dropped to his knees, his muscular body rippling as the taut, glistening bands relaxed.
He paused there a minute, catching his breath-but he wasn't to be satisfied so easily; as his lungs filled with air, his glistening wet penis, hanging limply below his crotch suddenly began to harden again, jerking erect in a matter of seconds, until the huge, black shaft was once again steel-hard and ready for more.
And this time he caught her by surprise; as she lay flat on the mattress, her breasts heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Her eyes were closed, and she didn't see him as he leaned over her naked, helpless body a second time.
He snapped her ankles together roughly and held them tightly in one huge hand, shoving them hard back over her head. Her eyes jerked open as he shoved her long legs back against her breasts, pinning her helplessly on her back. Her wet crotch was now upturned directly to-ward him, and he could clearly see the narrow, pink crevice and the soft, moist folds of flesh around the opening to her warm, dark hole. His breathing began to pick up as he gazed intently at the inviting slit, imagining the soft, pink flesh inside, and how incredibly good it would feel to sink his black cock up to the hilt in her delicious white body, writhing so helplessly at his feet.
Carol couldn't take her eyes off his long, hard dick, standing like a black saber over her. She wasn't afraid-but she couldn't avoid an overpowering feeling of apprehension as she looked at the enormous cock he was obviously about to shove in her. She'd never taken any-thing nearly so big before-and she wondered how it would feel slamming into her belly.
His nostrils flared as he stared, unblinking, at her naked young body, and his white eyes were wide with anticipation. Towering over her, so hard and muscular, glistening-black as his giant sweat-soaked body sparkled like an onyx statue in the dim light.
He wasted no time in foreplay, but reached down and roughly spread the pink lips of her vagina, holding the soft, ragged edges apart with his fingers. Aiming his hips directly at her, he touched the bulbous tip of his hard cock to the moist slit, poking it ever so slightly between the warm lips. Her whole body snapped like a whip as his huge, black cock made contact with the delicate pinkness of her pussy.
He eased the huge tip between the stretched fleshy lips, and dropped his weight against her upturned crotch, burying his aching cock to the base in the warm, wet depths of her belly.
"Aaaaagh! God, you're hurting me!" she yelled, but only once, as she bit her lip painfully to hold back her screams as the huge shaft bored into her tender passage.
The big black rocked his loins back, slipping the glistening shaft from her clasping vagina, until only the huge, throbbing tip remained clutched in its tight grip.
"Baby, you sure are tight," he said, almost in a whisper. "Christ, you're gonna' squeeze my cock off!"
Bobby watched her writhing like an impaled insect, as his long cock burrowed into the soft wetness of her pussy, his slow, deep thrusts filling her soft passage completely as he tunneled deeper and deeper into her belly.
On the other mattress Anne felt the Negro's hand slip along the curve of her buttocks, and under the bottom of her dress as she knelt on the mattress. She trembled as his fingers made contact with the sensitive flesh of her thigh-she could feel his touch perfectly, even through the taut fabric of her panty hose.
She was afraid to look at him-afraid to do anything that might make him mad, for there was no question what he could do to her if he wanted to. But there was something else about his touch-something she couldn't be sure of. Something that she wouldn't admit, even to herself.
Anne could see Carol and the other black clearly, as Carol's long legs locked around the Negro's neck, her hot, wet crotch shoved up directly at him-and his incredibly long, glistening cock disappearing again and again in the soft, juicy depths of her hungry pussy. She couldn't take her eyes away as that huge shaft plunged time after time in her quivering young belly-his enormous cock sawing relentlessly into her ripe, eager body.
Carol's taut, firm ass was now completely off the dirty mattress as she ground her hips upward to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, a low, animal moan on her lips.
She could see that Carol was obscenely enjoying it-there could be no doubt of that as her sharp nails clawed into the back of the Negro; her hips nearly leaping to meet his as his huge black cock filled her burning, soft pussy again.
Anne felt the hand on her thigh ease its way upward, under her dress, and along the firm, rounded curve of her ass. He gripped the tight, elastic band at the top of her panty hose, and yanked them down quickly-over the twin, soft bulges of her buttocks.
Oh God, please... Please don't let him do this to me!
She knew that to resist might be fatal, but that if she didn't fight back-her mind refused to even consider that possibility yet.
His fingers probed gently along the crevice of her trembling buttocks, past the tightly-puckered ring of her anus, and further still along the damp crevice. She could feel his touch on the tender, sensitive area between her thighs, the tiny, wispy hairs there bristling as his fingers eased slowly along the tight-clenched crevice of her buttocks.
He toyed with the moist, fleshy ridges around the opening to her pussy, teasingly rubbing the soft flanges of skin between his fingers-taunting her, tormenting her as she trembled in dread of what he was planning for her.
Suddenly, from across the room, Carol's incessant, growling moan grew louder-her breath coming in quick, gasping mouthfuls as the huge black stepped up the rhythm of his deep, grinding plunges into her hot, fleshy pas-sage. He could tell it wouldn't be long now-that the writhing, eager white girl impaled so helplessly on his rock-hard cock was nearing her climax.
Carol gasped and choked for air as he rammed his hardened ebony prick into her belly again and again.
"Goddamn! Goddamn! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!"
Her whole, naked body snapped savagely, out of control, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his hard, black body as he pumped into her hot, hungry cunt in short, deep thrusts that smashed all the way into her belly.
"Aaaaagggghhh!!" Her screams filled the room, and echoed off the walls as he took her all the way to her devastating, exhausting climax-and beyond. Her whole body shook convulsively-a savage, mournful cry coming form deep inside.
The sight of her nude, writhing body was all the black man needed-he gave one final deep lunge, ramming his aching cock all the way to the hilt in her wet, desperately clasping cunt and his balls exploded once more-pumping his hot, sticky load deep in her hungry vagina. His black brushy loins quivered as the last of his boiling semen disappeared inside her and she fell, exhausted, with a thud, his rubbery cock slipping from her wet cuntal passage with a lewd, slurping sound.
So intense was the spectacle that Anne could almost feel the black man's cock jerking and spewing its hot load inside her; that all-too-familiar burning sensation beginning to spread in her belly.
He collapsed like a crumpled giant beside the tiny white girl, his coal-black body glistening with hundreds of beads of sweat as his steel-hard muscles began to relax. Carol was still gasping for breath, her breasts heaving as she lay naked on her back, her eyes closed and her mouth open wide.
"Man, that was somethin' else!" said the black man at Anne's side. In the excitement of watching the huge Negro screwing such a beautiful white girl, he'd nearly forgotten about her-but there was still plenty of time for what he had in mind. "Well, how about it, baby? Think you and me can top that?" His filthy grin spread all the way across his face, and his gold fillings sparkled in the light of the overhead bulb.
"No, please... you can't. I mean... well, you've had your fun watching. Why can't you just let me go now... " His hand suddenly was shoved between her tightly-clenched thighs, all the way up to her tender, fleshy vaginal mound.
"Let you go? Woman, you've gotta' be kidding me! Why, I ain't had no fun at all. Bobby's had all the fun. And now it's your turn. Ain't that right?" His strong fingers squeezed the soft, delicate flanges of her pussy roughly as he spoke, that same terrifying grin covering his black face.
Anne knew there was no use pleading with him-he knew what he wanted, and there would be no stopping him.
Her stomach tightened with nausea as she thought of being raped by. this black man-of his huge cock probing her innermost secrets, of his sperm filling her like that of some wild sadistic rapist.
He shoved her skirt up around her waist and grabbed her tightly around her thighs as she struggled vainly to break free.
"No! NO! Please! Please!" she screamed. "Help me please! Somebody help me!"
"Man shut that honky bitch up," yelled Bobby, sitting up for the first time since he collapsed on the mattress. Carol still hadn't stirred. "If you can't keep her quiet, I've got something that will."
Anne fought him savagely, kicking fiercely at any opening, but he still held her pinned. "Let me go! Let me go or I'll scream!!"
She didn't notice as the huge black climbed from his resting place across the room, and walked over, still stark naked, his long cock flopping between his black thighs as he moved.
"Let me go! Help! Somebody help!" Anne's screams were deafening in the nearly-empty flat, with no furniture to muffle the sound.
Suddenly she found herself lifted roughly off the mattress, the Negro still clutching her bare thighs tightly to his belly. She looked up-straight into the fierce white eyes of the big black man as he held her in mid-air by her shoulders.
"You wanna' use that big mouth of yours so much... Here, use it on this!" And he laughed loudly as his rubbery cock smashed against her face, his matted, wet pubic hair ground tightly against her nose. She tried to turn away, but he held her too tightly against his wet loins. "Suck it, bitch! Suck it!"
She swallowed hard to hold back the nausea that was straining to burst from her insides.
Oh God, I can't! I just can't do it!
She could feel it starting to grow harder already as he rubbed it against her lips, the pungent sweaty smell burning her nostrils. It was still moist from the warm juices of Carol's pussy, and sticky from his own sperm. She struggled to breathe through her nose, for she knew that to open her mouth was to surrender; but she was no match for the huge black.
He dropped to his knees at her face, and let her weight rest on his thighs. She was still held tightly by the other one, his strong arms wrapped around her thighs. She swung at the closest one with all her strength, but the blows just bounced off his hard lean body.
He grabbed her head like it was a ripe melon, and spread her lips apart with brute force, pulling her mouth open enough for his wet cock to slip between her lips.
"What's wrong with you, bitch?" he sneered, baring his teeth like an animal. "Don't you know good meat when you taste it?"
Anne felt her whole face turn crimson as they all laughed at her humiliating debasement-this time she was sure she heard Carol laughing too. Never in her life had she felt so completely helpless-stretched like a naked plaything between the two blacks, completely at their mercy. She knew that whatever they wanted-whatever despicable, wanton act they wished to perform-she was powerless to resist. Suddenly she knew how it felt to be completely and hopelessly lost.
"Suck it, you snooty bitch! Suck it good! I want you to know what a black cock tastes like... And how my hot load's gonna' taste in your belly!" He shoved his loins against her face again, his half-hardened prick already filling her mouth as it quivered and throbbed, growing still harder by the second.
Eldon held her with one muscular black arm around her hips, her naked buttocks pressed tightly against his chest, and completed the task of removing her panty hose and panties with his other hand. They slipped easily-together-along her bare legs, and he shoved them aside, out of the way. He didn't want anything in his way when he got himself mounted on this little white bitch--nothing between him and that luscious tight pussy of hers. And he was sure she would be tight... she even looked tight-those soft, warm folds of pink flesh around her deliciously wet cunt would grab his stiff cock like a velvet glove and wouldn't let go until he'd emptied his balls in her soft buttery hole... His prick was bucking like crazy just thinking about it.
"Get that dress off her, man," ordered Bobby. "I wanna' see those big white tits of hers hanging free and easy... hanging like a cow's tits where I can get me some milk." And that evil laugh of his told her he meant business.
"Well, hurry up! Get her naked! Get the honky bitch naked!"
Eldon obligingly finished the task of stripping her-unzipping her dress and pulling and yanking it down over her already naked buttocks. When it was clear of her legs, only her bra remained, and Bobby wanted that exquisite pleasure for himself.
He released the four tiny hooks, and her white bra fell free, slipping down her arms. Her soft, resilient breasts fell free, hanging beneath her body as she knelt obediently before him, his huge prick still shoved between her moist lips.
As the soft, snow-white mounds came into view, his black cock stiffened like a stallion at stud, and pushed its enormous head hard against the back of her throat. She could barely move her tongue, much less breathe, as the huge shaft blocked her delicate throat opening.
"All right, bitch! I'm telling you for the last time... Suck it!" His grip on her head tightened painfully, and she knew the only way out was to submit to his degrading orders. And, like a defeated enemy's woman, she was unquestionably his slave-to do with as he pleased. She began to slowly move her head back and forth, trying vainly not to touch the wet penis with her tongue. As it moved in and out, it grew even harder and thicker still, stretching her taut lips like rub-her bands around its enormous circumference. "What're you waitin' for, man?" he asked the other black. "You want me to show you where to put it?"
Carol was hidden by the sheer hulk of the huge Negro whose long, black cock was shoved between her ovaled lips-but Anne could hear her laughing from across the room.
"Don't be so nervous, Anne," she shouted to her. "It'll go down a lot easier if you relax." She felt the hot tears of utter humiliation trick-ling down her cheeks as the thick shaft slipped in and out of her widespread lips, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate its incredible size.
Bobby's okay was Eldon's long-awaited cue-and he wasn't about to waste any time sinking his aching prick in that juicy little cunt of hers, squirming so tantalizingly right in his face as she struggled vainly to get free. He'd never had a white girl before, and this was something he'd waited for a long time. It was almost too un-believable to be true-but he didn't plan to ask questions, just get his throbbing dick inside that warm, wet tunnel of hers...
Anne heard his zipper go down, and an un-mistakable hardness probing roughly at her soft passage as she knelt, shared by the two blacks like a two-dollar whore, her trembling buttocks upturned in an exciting display of soft, white flesh.
She wanted to scream... to beg for mercy... anything to keep them from defiling her any more than they already had. But even that was impossible, for the huge, wet shaft that stretched her lips was a most effective gag.
Oh God how can I ever go home to Bob... How can I even look at him after this... how can I?
CHAPTER THREE
The helplessly trapped Anne's whole body tensed as the long, black prick found the narrow slit of her vagina, and poked between the soft, fleshy lips toward the shelter of her warm pussy. It was as though it almost had a mind of its own.
She felt Eldon's strong arms lift her off the mattress, leaving her suspended for a moment between the two men, as he prepared to enter her young body. The tears burned her eyes as she gasped desperately for breath, the big one's enormous cock swelled now to full size in the narrow confines of her throat.
A choking scream lodged in her blocked chest as Eldon's cock found its way between the pink flanges of her pussy; as, with a savage thrust, he buried his long, gleaming-black prick in her soft, moist passage, shoving it fully to the hilt in the depths of her defenseless belly.
More than anything, she hoped they would kill her, for never would she be able to live down the shame of this moment, as the two Negroes satisfied their savage lust at both ends of her quivering, young body. She squirmed desperately to escape the frantic, deep plunges boring painfully into her unlubricated passage, painfully pushing aside the soft, pink walls in deep, grinding thrusts that seemed to go all the way through her body.
"Oooh, baby, what a pussy you've got," he moaned, his loins snapping forward and back viciously as he pistoned wildly far into her belly. The constricting walls held his black cock tightly as he shoved the throbbing tip deep in her soft cunt, not releasing him for an instant as he pulled the ebony shaft almost completely out, then buried it hard inside her again. "Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it... I can't stand it... It's just too much... too much!" She could hear Bobby and Carol laughing at his wildly frantic raving-as he screwed her like a mad-man, moaning and yelling as he held her firm buttocks pulled tightly back against his driving loins, her knees still off the mattress-impaled helplessly like a butterfly on a long pin.
Anne could feel him pounding away deep inside her ravaged body, his long, hard prick buried in the depths of her belly. She could tell he must have been well-built, for his painful lunges seemed to be deeper inside than she could remember any man ever going before.
Slowly, rhythmically, the agonizing deep thrusts began to take effect-to rekindle the smoldering coals of passion that lingered deep inside her young body. To summon that omnivorous savage desire that she knew lay hidden somewhere in her tortured belly-like a slumbering beast waiting for its chance to wrest control of her thrashing body.
The exciting newness apparently worn off, Eldon slowed his frenzied pace to a steadied excruciating rhythm-long, wet slithering plunges deep between the soft, moist walls of her tight vibrant pussy.
With every fiber of strength remaining in her plundered body, she fought vainly the steadily growing flames of undiluted ecstasy that burned hungrily inside her.
No... no, I can't give in... Better to die first than surrender to this... these animals! I mustn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me this way...
But it was hopeless-slowly, uncontrollably, her firm, rounded buttocks began to grind rhythmically in time with his deep, wet thrusts. Slowly at first, then faster as her whole body began to respond to his hardened cock buried deep in her belly.
"Oooooohhhhhh... Yes, yes... Oh, yes... " She gasped for breath as Bobby inexplicably pulled his rock-hard prick from her mouth. "Yes, that's it... that's it! Do it harder! Harder!"
But the sight of the naked white girl responding to his savage thrusts was too much for Eldon-again he plowed into her with the fury of a wild animal, bucking viciously as he shoved every inch of his long, black cock far up inside her tender, warm tunnel, his sweaty loins smacking lewdly through the room as they slapped against her upturned ass, his strong hands gripping her hips like two handles as he buried himself in her again and again. Harder and harder with every delicious lunge... harder and harder...
"Goddamn! Goddamn... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He shouted, his eyes tightly clenched, his head thrown back like a frenzied stallion. "Aaaaaagggghhhh!... "
His black balls exploded in her hungry pas-sage, spurting, their fiery hot load far up into her ravaged belly... the stored fruits of a thousand hungry desires... of a thousand nights of wanting, and not having...
"No, no... not yet... not yet!" screamed Anne, just a few precious, agonizing thrusts of his long cock away from satisfaction. "Please don't stop... I'm almost there... I'm almost there!"
His rubbery penis slipped uselessly from her eager, grasping hole and he let her fall on the mattress, crushing her soft, full breasts beneath her trembling, quaking body. "I was so close... so close," she moaned, her voice trailing off into a broken whisper.
"All right, bitch. You've had the appetizer, now's time for the main course." Two incredibly strong arms reached down and grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her into the air like a limp rag doll. She heard Eldon howling with laughter, still sprawled on the mattress.
"What... what're you doing? What's going on?" she groaned, wondering what the huge standing Negro had in mind for her. "Tell me, please... please, what's going on?"
Bobby squeezed her tight against his naked chest, smashing her soft, tender breasts against the muscular hardness of his flesh. "Wrap your legs around my waist!" he ordered. "Now!"
She knew better than to resist, so she meekly followed his instructions, her long legs locked at the ankles around his narrow waist. Her damp crotch now rubbed freely against his rock-hard belly, and she could feel those familiar tingles of excitement coursing through her body again. But still she didn't know what he was doing-only that her soft, yielding body was tightly crushed against his steel-hardness.
"Hold on tight!"
His hands slipped under her buttocks, and she grabbed him around the neck to keep from falling to the floor below, as he maneuvered his frightening cudgel into place...
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh! Oh God, you're killing me!" she screamed suddenly, as he rammed her down onto his enormous cock, skewering her like a piece of soft, wet liver as he slid her down his tremendous, lust-hardened pole.
He held her securely with his strong black hands, and jogged her up and down on his thick shaft, ramming his huge cock all the way to the hilt in her belly as he slammed her crotch against his loins with every downward drive.
Anne tried desperately to escape, pushing with all her frail strength against his broad shoulders, struggling to find something to kick against-anything to get away from the excruciating pain.
His cock felt as big as a fencepost as it rammed into her bruised passage, filling every inch of her tender fleshy tunnel as he shoved her down onto the huge shaft as far as she could go, painfully stretching the taut, vaginal walls as the big fleshy spear bored its way deeper and deeper into soft, quivering belly.
"Please... Please stop... you're splitting me open! Please... Please!" she begged, but it was no use. He threw his brawny arms around her and pulled her hard against his bare chest, his hungry lips nibbling eagerly at her neck.
He let her fall back away from his body, and lowered his lips to her luscious, firm breasts, and locked his mouth on the delicious softness of her twin, taut mounds. His tongue rolled her tender, pink nipple between his teeth, and he could feel the tiny bud harden and begin to throb as he chewed hungrily on her firm breast.
But the big Negro never slowed the rhythm for a second, pumping her naked, writhing body up and down on his hard, impaling shaft again and again.
Carol watched in amazement as he skewered her over and over on his tremendous prick, lubricated by Anne's own juices which began to trickle obscenely down the Negro's enormous black cock. She could nearly feel his thick shaft boring into Anne's tight, wet pussy-wishing all the while that she was the one impaled on his delicious spear.
And then the agonizing shivers of ecstasy began to return to Anne's helplessly impaled body, even stronger this time, as her eager, young pussy stretched to accommodate the huge black stallion of a man. It felt as if his cock somehow magically swelled inside her, and filled every crevice, every hollow of her body-like no man had ever done before.
She held on tightly to his powerful shoulders, and ground her crotch wetly against his brawny loins, slamming her bruised buttocks against him as she slithered easily down his fully impaling pole.
"Oh... Oh!... OH! OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOHHHHH!" she groaned out suddenly and then with an explosion of colors flashing before her eyes, she emptied her orgiastic juices onto his thick shaft, and they flowed in a dozen rivulets down the glistening length of his cock, and down into the crevice of his ass, trickling down his sinewy legs. His own climax was just seconds behind hers, and his huge cock spurted like a raging water-cannon into the warm, wet confines of her belly, his semen mingling with that of the other black, and oozing slowly down the sides of his gleaming penis.
He laid her gently on the dirty mattress, his dick slipping wetly from her clutching cuntal grip. For an instant, a thin, taut trail of semen stretched between them, then dripped with the rest on the stained, filthy mattress.
Anne lay heaving and gasping for breath, her breasts rising and falling as she sprawled naked at her black conqueror's feet. She opened her eyes to see Carol, buttoning her wrinkled blouse.
"When you're ready, Eldon's going to drive us to a service station to get some gas," she said, as if nothing had happened.
* * *
The apartment was dark when she slipped in, terrified that Bob would be still awake. She knew she wouldn't be able to face him tonight.
For once the door closed quietly, and Anne stealthily made her way through the darkened rooms, praying that nothing would trip her or fall crashing to the floor.
She slipped out of her dress and into a night-gown, and crawled in beside Bob... safe, this time anyway.
He was still sleeping as she snuggled in beside him, her stinging eyes moist with tears.
Oh Bob... Bob, how I need you! If only I could wake you and tell you what happened... I know things would be so much better if I could... but I can't... I just can't!
Oh darling I need you now! I need you so much!
CHAPTER FOUR
Nothing ever seemed to change on the cam-pus-still the same people, the same buildings, the same sounds. College kids getting ready for homecoming... floats slowly taking shape all over the campus... hundreds of posters for homecoming queen candidates pasted to every fence and tree.
Bob Hartley ambled through the nearly-empty campus, already late for class, but not really caring. Somehow it just didn't seem right. He thought about the guys left behind... halfway around the world fighting a war nobody seems to care about. He looked at the chicken-wire floats... Beat State! Give 'Em Hell Hawks! and remembered the 300,000 casualties at last count... and still climbing every day. It just wasn't right for him to be here, leisurely strolling through a calm campus, while his buddies raced through an enemy-infested jungle. What right did he have to be here-instead of back in Vietnam.
He saw a bunch of kids playing on the grass across the deserted courtyard, rolling and tumbling and squealing with delight as they bounced and scrambled over the grassy mounds.
Not like the kids he'd seen in Vietnam. They weren't laughing and squealing. All old long before their time-aged by the incessant horrors of war.
And worse still, the ones he remembered from that tiny, nameless village his company had taken on that horrible, steamy tropical after-noon. He thanked God the memories weren't as vivid now... that time had eased the pain a little.
Those innocent kids-victims of a war they cared nothing about. A war they didn't under-stand.
And what did it matter whose artillery fire got them? They were dead either way, and finding somebody to blame wouldn't bring them back. Their deaths left an empty spot in this world of ours that no one else could ever fill.
Bob laughed feebly at himself.
What a worrier I am, he thought. I should be down on my knees kissing this good American dirt I'm walking on... not wondering why I'm here. What's happened has happened, and there's nothing I can do to change it... As long as there are generals and politicians, there's going to be war somewhere.
He remembered how it had been in the beginning-when he was a fresh recruit, just out of basic training. Then, things were different; not that he had ever wanted to go to Vietnam. Just somehow it all seemed right then, that maybe they were all going over there to help defend the helpless South Vietnamese people from the Communist aggressors.
He'd never really felt like a crusader, or anything like that; but at least he had gone to Southeast Asia thinking it was all for a good cause.
But now he wasn't so sure. Not after watching the ARVN soldiers run at the first sign of trouble. Hell, these were supposed to be the men fighting this war; our soldiers were just there to help. Or at least that was the way it had been explained to him. And how could they ask you to fight a war for a bunch of foreigners who didn't seem to give a damn who won the war.
And just what kind of a government were we keeping in power over there anyway? A military dictatorship so poorly respected by the citizens that their soldiers would often refuse to fight.
He pictured those little VC guerillas, always popping up out of nowhere, and ready to fight to the death at the drop of a hat. Maybe they were commies, like everybody said, but at least they believed in something strong enough to die for it, and that was something in their favor.
He remembered hearing the guys talk about the peace demonstrations back home in the States. Sure, there were some who thought that those who marched and carried signs were traitors, and they should be rounded up and shot. But that wasn't the opinion of most of the fellows; they just figured it strengthened what they knew already: that we were fighting a meaningless war, and the sooner we got the hell out of there, the better.
Anyway, he was glad it was over-for him at least. But he knew there were scars in his mind that he'd carry around for a long, long time.
* * *
He'd gotten Vietnam shoved out of his head for a while by the time class was over, and Bob started the grueling walk to his brother's office. He could have kept the car, he knew that, but Anne said something about doing some shopping, and he didn't like for her to be riding around town on buses.
He was exhausted by the time he reached the two-story brick-and-glass building where James Hartley & Company made its head-quarters. Jim wasn't in, so Bob went straight to work on the Edgerton Building plans; there was still plenty left for him to do before he needed to consult his brother.
There was only one other draftsman in to-day ; Bob wondered about that, but he'd learned from experience not to ask too many questions. He knew some of the other employees still harbored some resentment about him being there; and he knew also that Jim hired him out of kindness and not out of need. So he kept his mouth shut whenever possible; no sense in knowing too much anyway, and a lot safer in a small company. He limited his conversations to the weather and the football scores.
Bob heard someone climbing the back steps, then a key in the lock. It had to be Jim. "Hello Bob, how was class today? Did you learn any-thing?" Bob smiled and mumbled something nearly as inane as Jim's questions. That was the same greeting he used almost every day, but he never seemed to tire of it, so Bob humored him. After all, he was the only source of income for the present.
"I saw Anne downtown," he said, hanging his coat in the closet behind Bob. "She was loaded down with packages. In fact, I wasn't sure it was her at first. The packages hid her face. I offered her a lift, but she said you'd let her keep the car today."
"Yeah... that's right," answered Bob, trying to figure out where Anne found enough money to go on a spending spree.
Maybe Jim's exaggerating, he told himself. Yeah, that must be it... she probably only had a couple of bags. He stretches the truth a little sometimes...
"Bob! Bob... it's for you!" It was Helen, his brother's secretary yelling at him from the reception office. He punched the blinking button on the telephone at his side.
"Hello."
"Hi, honey. It's me. I hope I'm not bothering you."
Bob cradled the receiver between his shoulder and his ear and continued his work. He didn't want Jim to see him goofing off-not this early in the day, anyway. "No, you're not bothering me. In fact, I was just talking about you," he said.
"I hope it was something nice," said Anne.
"Well, actually Jim was doing the talking. He was telling me he ran into you downtown. Did you get your shopping done?" he asked discreetly, hoping she would volunteer the rest.
"Yes, I'm all through. Now I can rest for a couple of minutes and start dinner. What would you like?"
It was apparent he'd have to ask if he wanted to know about the money. "Anything's fine with me. Uh, honey... Honey, where'd you get the money for all this shopping. Jim said you were loaded down with packages. You know we don't have that kind of money right now."
Anne panicked-how could she have been so stupid! Of course Bob would wonder where the money was coming from. It was only natural. "Uh... uh, I had some saved... from when I worked at Harrell's. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not, baby. I was just curious, that's all. Listen, I'd better go now. Jim wants this finished today if I can, so I'd better get back to work. Bye-bye."
"Good-bye, Bob."
* * *
Oh my God, that was close, thought Anne as she put the receiver back in place. I hope he believed me... it was the best I could do...
But she didn't have time to worry about it-she was due at Alice Horne's office in a half-hour. She didn't say what she wanted when she called; only asked if she could be there. It struck her as strange that she asked her to do anything; usually she ordered her to be there. She changed into a pair of bell-bottoms and a jersey top-no sense dressing up for Mrs. Horne. Any old outfit was good enough for her; she was the last person on earth Anne wanted to impress.
Mrs. Horne was on the phone, as usual, when Anne finally made it to her office, twenty-five minutes late. She helped herself to a chair while Mrs. Horne finished her conversation.
"Well, how are you, Anne," she said after a while, the saccharine charm oozing from every pore in her body. "I'm so glad you could come down."
"What did you want me for, Mrs. Horne," asked Anne coldly.
"Why, nothing in particular, dear," she replied, appearing to be shocked at such a suggestion. "I thought we could just have a little chat. You know, sort of get to know each other better. I was just talking to Frank Powell-he was the man in charge of that meeting you worked for me last week-and he said to be sure and compliment you on your work. He said you were just splendid."
"Yeah, I remember him. He was the one who kept pinching me."
Mrs. Horne laughed weakly. "Well, anyway, I just wanted to see how things were going with you. Everything is (all right, isn't it?" Anne was amazed at the woman's acting skill; she actually seemed genuinely concerned. "Everything's the same. But the money won't be doing me much good."
"Oh? Why is that?" she inquired.
Anne couldn't see any reason for keeping it a secret, so she told her about Bob's brother seeing her with an armload of packages, and how Bob was suspicious about where the money came from, and how she lied to him to cover it up.
"You mean that's your only problem? Honey, I wish I could be so fortunate," said Mrs. Horne. "Why, that's no problem at all. Just tell him you're working for me."
"What? Are you out of your mind?" exclaimed Anne.
"No, no. It's all very simple. A couple of the other girls have had the same problem. You just tell him you're working for All Realty-that's my other business. Tell him you're my part time secretary-bookkeeper, anything you want. Just let me know what you decide. And I'll cover for you if he ever calls to check on you. But just be certain to tell him you'll be working at night sometimes."
"It'll never work," said Anne suspiciously. "Bob would never buy that. He's too smart."
"Smart! Honey, no husband's that smart. Just take it from me, he'll go for it. Try it, you'll see."
They talked uncomfortably for another five minutes, about nothing in particular, and Anne excused herself to go home and start Bob's supper, still wondering why Alice had wanted her to come down.
The telephone was ringing when she opened the door to their apartment. It was Alice Horne, with another assignment-a date this time, and tonight!
"I can't, it's just impossible," pleaded Anne. "And why didn't you say something about this when I was in your office? I can't get away on such short notice. What would Bob think? You've got to get someone else. Carol, maybe. Have you asked her?"
"I only found out about this myself a few minutes ago," explained Mrs. Horne. "This gentleman is an old client of mine that hasn't been to town in years. And besides, Carol's got a date for tonight. I'm counting on you, Anne? I know you won't let me down."
Anne recognized that all-too-familiar tone in her voice, and she knew it was useless to argue. She told her she'd do it, but that she'd have to tell Bob she was working for her and that she had better cover for her if he called.
Anne jotted down the particulars, and put the steaks back in the freezer for another night.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne carefully surveyed each and every man entering the hotel lobby, wondering if he was to be her chosen companion for the rest of the evening. And if so, whether her duties would be limited to a personally guided tour of the night spots; or perhaps something a lot more serious-something she'd rather not even think about yet.
That was what worried her the most: not knowing. Not knowing who she'd be with, not knowing what he'd be like, not even knowing when Alice Horne would call again with an-other "date".
Her own subconscious still blacked out any strong memories of just four nights past-the night she and Carol found themselves helpless in an alien environment; but she still couldn't escape it-even though it was some-thing she tried desperately to forget. Something happened that night-something in her own mind, in her own desires-that she'd rather not ever have to face.
Anne could feel the probing stares as men spotted her sitting all alone in the elegant lobby, gorgeously attired in a sexy, slinky sheath that would have been right at home in any of New York's glamour spots. She felt somehow different dressed this way; it was a dress she never had the chance to wear with Bob. He didn't like fancy nights on the town; spaghetti was about as fancy as he ever got.
And it certainly hadn't been any easy trick getting dressed up this way; not with Bob right there at home now. Anne had allowed herself extra time when she left home-ostensibly to help Mrs. Horne with her correspondence. And she changed in a service station, while the car was being gassed and oiled; since Alice had specifically told her to wear something proper for dinner at the Savoy Arms.
Anne laughed to herself when she remembered the look on that service station attendant's face when she came out of the ladies' room dressed like a debutante on her way to a cotillion, and climbed into Carol's borrowed relic of a car.
But his strange look was nothing compared to the cold-blooded appraisals she was going through now. It felt as if every man who crossed the lobby was sizing her up-wondering if she was waiting for someone in particular, or just waiting. It made her feel cheap, like some sort of merchandise on display, waiting for the buyer with enough money, or the best-looking suit. And that was something she'd never accepted-no matter what she had to go through for Alice Horne, she'd never let her-self be lowered to that level. She knew she wasn't much more than a common prostitute, a whore; but she also knew her only hope was to hang on to that one little thread of self-respect, or she'd wind up like her friend Pat, coldly putting her body through the paces, accepting any filth that happened to be thrown her way, and taking it without any hope of pulling herself up out of the despicable sewer she'd been dragged into.
Then she spotted someone looking at her out of the corner of her eye; someone really staring, not just looking her over as he passed. She dared not return his gaze, or make any sign of recognition, lest he be the wrong man. That was a situation she'd certainly rather avoid.
She fumbled nervously with her small handbag as he started in her direction.
"Uh... excuse me, miss," he began, obviously as apprehensive as she was. "Is your name Anne, by any chance?" he asked meekly. Alice never gave her client's more than the first name; she said it was for the girls' own protection, but Anne suspected it was to keep the girls from cutting out the middle-man, and going straight to the customers themselves.
"Yes, I am," she answered, looking up for the first time. "Are you Mr. Kartell?"
He acknowledged that he was indeed Harvey Kartell, and that he was pleased to meet her, and would she like to have dinner in the Gothic Room.
Anne thought briefly of Bob making-do with leftovers, but her hunger took precedence over sympathetic notions, and she accepted. Not that she really had much choice; she knew only too well that it was imperative never to argue with the clients. Especially if Alice Horne held the power to destroy her marriage; maybe even your entire life with one phone call.
Harvey was older than she'd expected, al-though Mrs. Horne had made no mention of his age. In fact, she hadn't really said anything about him, except that he was an old client she'd been doing business with for years. He looked about fifty, she guessed, give or take a few years; but he wasn't one of those fortunates who grow old gracefully. The years had taken their toll of Harvey Kartell, and Anne wondered if the rest of his body sagged and drooped like the flesh over his cheek bones and neck-sagging folds of untoned skin that betrayed his many years behind a desk.
He talked incessantly through dinner, after first fortifying himself with three vodka martinis in a row. All about his mining supply business in Montana-how he'd started with two World War II surplus jeeps, still battered and shot-up from combat, a trailer held together with bailing wire and prayers, and a lot of old-fashioned stubbornness, and built it into the county's second largest business. He was justifiably proud of having built it up all by himself, without a cent of help from anyone.
Anne apologized for not knowing much about mining equipment, or mining for that matter, but that didn't seem to bother him a bit. He rambled on all through dinner about earth-moving tractors and land graders, and earth-handling equipment like he was at a miner's convention, and Anne nodded politely-again and again.
"I don't get down this way too often," he said, with half a mouthful of creamed spinach. "But I always give Alice a call before I come, so I know I can look forward to a pretty girl when I get here. We don't have too many young ladies where I come from. Most of 'em get married off before they're out of their teens... don't leave much fun for us old bachelors."
He paused long enough to gulp down a glassful of water, which was quickly replaced by the efficient waiter, lurking somewhere out of sight until needed.
"I've thought about gettin' married plenty of times," he continued. "Lord knows a woman would be awfully nice sometimes, especially during those long Montana winters. It gets pretty cold between those sheets with nobody around, you know what I mean?" He gave Anne a knowing grin, and she smiled in agreement.
Wouldn't you know it? A sex starved mountain man, fresh out of the hills... I really get some winners... Maybe he'll get drunk and forget I'm even around... At the rate he's going, he'll pass out before we leave the restaurant.
He finished off the last scraps of his over-done steak-cooked to his order, and signaled the waiter for another drink, vodka and Seven-Up this time, his "after dinner drink."
Anne kept her fingers crossed, half-knowing, but afraid to face what he had in mind for dessert. She knew only too well that she might be the next dish on the menu.
That's it, Harvey! Keep pouring that vodka down the pipes... I might make it home by nine!
But Harvey Kartell soaked up vodka like a dry sponge, and it soon was apparent that Anne wouldn't be nearly so lucky.
Harvey figured his part of the deal was finished-he'd bought the dinner, paid for the drinks, and now the rest was up to Anne.
"Listen, you go on up to the room. I'll give you my key," he whispered, lowering his back-woods bellow for the first time since they'd met in the lobby, "Alice said to watch out for the night desk clerk here. I don't think he likes girls, you know what I mean?"
"Yes, I'm afraid I do," Anne answered dejectedly. There could be no doubt now about what he had planned for her.
He squeezed her bare forearm in his brawny grip, surprisingly strong for an old man. "I'll be up in a few minutes, soon as I have me an-other drink." His voice quickly grew menacing. "And don't go getting any ideas about taking off, you hear? Alice warned you might be a bit frigid."
Anne didn't answer, but left hurriedly, afraid someone would see the tears flooding her eyes. She kept her head turned away from the main desk as she crossed the expansive lobby, and ducked into the first elevator she came to.
There was no one on the hall as she turned his key in the lock, and Anne quickly stepped inside, half-expecting the hotel detective to be right behind her. Safely inside, the tears streamed like trickles of rain down her cheeks.
This won't help... I've got to pull myself together... It'll only make things worse for me. I can't let that man see me like this; if Mrs. Horne finds out, it'll he all over for me and Bob. Oh God, how did I ever get mixed up in this!
She retreated to the bathroom and adjusted her make-up in the harsh light of the fluorescent panel ceiling lights. Her eyes looked blood-shot and puffy.
If I ever make it through this night, I'll never knuckle under to Alice Horne again! I don't care what happens! There must be some way to escape her grip! There has to be!
She whirled around suddenly, startled by the sound of someone trying the door.
"Open up, Anne," came the voice from out-side, "It's me. Harvey" He was trying to whisper as loud as possible, but it sounded to Anne like the whole floor could hear him.
"Sh-h-h-h," she answered, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He nearly fell through the doorway when she turned the knob, reeling from the accumulated effects of the half-dozen or so drinks he'd consumed at dinner. Anne fastened the door behind him, and guided him in the general direction of a conveniently placed chair, right by the window.
"Sorry it took me so long," he said. "But I was afraid that faggot desk clerk was on to us. He was watching me when I got into the elevator."
"That's just what I wanted to hear," Anne muttered cynically. "Maybe he can join us for a couple of drinks or something."
"Oh, don't worry about him. I waited around the corner in the hallway to see if he followed me. But he didn't."
Anne sat silently for a long time, perched nervously on the edge of the bed, waiting for Harvey to make the next move.
Harvey didn't say anything, just got up un-steadily and switched off the overhead room lights, leaving just the soft glow from the recessed panels around the top of the walls. He ran the room music dial through a couple of talk stations, then settled finally on one that offered quite, soothing late night music.
"There, that's a little better, isn't it?" he asked sheepishly. Anne only smiled weakly, barely turning up the corners of her mouth. She knew the time had come again, and the only escape was to get it over with. The sooner she finished this degrading chore, the sooner she could go home to Bob.
She stood up and faced Harvey, who stopped dead in his tracks, and pulled quickly at the zipper to her satin sheath. It came down smoothly and easily, and Anne pulled it over her shoulders, still facing the man.
"Hey, you're all right, honey. You don't waste any time. I like that in a woman."
Anne stepped out of the dress and laid it neatly across the foot of the bed. She was wearing pale blue matching undergarments, and all three matched-her half-slip, her bra, and her nylon panties. "I'm just giving you what you paid for, right?"
Harvey looked a little stunned. "Uh, right. But you don't have to make it sound like some kind of business deal."
She knew exactly what she'd like to tell him, but this time she thought better of it. No sense in making him mad, she told herself.
He stood motionless, watching her as she peeled off her slip, leaving only her bra and panties. She was incredibly beautiful, and the soft, diffused lighting made her even more so. He couldn't take his eyes off her delicious, young body, still ripe and firm with youth; her skin soft and smooth; her delectable breasts firm and proud, standing like two ripe melons, barely concealed by her bra, her pink nipples just peeking over the tops of the cloth cups. No need for any padding in her case-there was more than enough without any man-made help, and they bulged tantalizingly before him, juicy soft, mounds awaiting his touch.
Her smooth, flat belly and firm body tapered gently to her tiny waist, then flared again perfectly in just-right hips, barely concealed under the sheerness of her baby-blue panties. He could see the delicate outline of a soft, sparse triangle of pubic hair through the trans-lucent, gauze-like fabric, at the junction of her firm, smooth thighs; ivory white in contrast to her bare legs, twin lengthy stems that shaded into tanned brown further along their naked smoothness.
She pulled the clip from her hair, and her golden blonde down cascaded in thick, luxuriant richness over her bare shoulders, falling nearly to the twin, firm bulges of her breasts.
He stared at her naked youthfulness like a man hypnotized, unable to pull his hungry gaze away for even a second.
Why shouldn't I do this? It's better than having him paw me, or maybe rip my dress... There's no doubt about what's expected of me, so I may as well make it easier on myself...
Harvey couldn't believe his eyes-he was sure it had to be a dream. But he only hoped he would stay asleep long enough to finish it. For he had something special in mind, some-thing he'd been looking forward to for years. Not the sort of thing girls were willing to do back in Montana-at least not the girls he'd known.
Anne watched, expressionless, as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, then finally got it off; followed by his undershirt, then his pants. He balanced precariously on one leg, trying futilely to get his foot out of his pants cuff. Only after bracing himself on the back of a chair was he able to manage it. His stubby cock protruded slightly from the gaping opening in his undershorts; it couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it hung there foolishly, like a wrinkled growth of sagging flesh.
Anne nearly laughed from nervous tension when she caught a glimpse of his penis, or lack of it. But again she knew it would be a mistake to make him mad.
He rubbed it gently between his thumb and forefingers, stretching it out into the open, as if maybe that would make it grow longer. And then suddenly, as if awakened from a long sleep, it began to come to life. Slowly it swelled, not in quick, virile jerks like a younger man's might have, but in a sluggish, steady swell, until it reached its full length-not particularly long, but almost as big around as from base to tip. Anne stared at his hairy loins in dumb-founded amazement, she'd seen it but she didn't believe it. His cock was like a short, squat stump!
But Harvey only grinned like a fox; he knew what she was thinking. That his cock couldn't be much of a threat, that his stubby little shaft couldn't hope to satisfy any woman. But he laughed to himself, thinking of where his throbbing prick would be in a few quick minutes. He knew only too well that it had a lot of growing to do yet; that it might not be the biggest around, by any means, but it had a long way to go yet.
Slowly, it continued to harden, throbbing painfully as the uncircumcised shaft grew longer and longer as he stepped out of his shorts and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Oh honey, have I got a surprise for you!
"Down on the floor, baby! Old Man Harvey wants a good blow job... and you're elected."
Anne chilled at the thought of that hideous shaft in her mouth, his lewd seething semen squirting into her throat.
"No, please. Let's just do it the normal way." she said hopefully, backing cautiously away from the naked man. But he was quicker than she would have guessed-one fast snap and her arm was tightly in his strong grip. He pulled her roughly to her knees, kneeling at his feet.
"I said I want a blow job... and I mean just that."
The excitement was almost too much for him to bear, watching the unwilling young girl, cringing before him like a frightened slave-a captive Venus, and she was all his.
He pulled her toward his naked crotch, just inches from the bulbous tip of his hard cock as he pulled back the taut foreskin and shoved the throbbing head toward her trembling lips.
"No... please... no, you can't... Her cries had become frightened pleas. But Harvey had come too far to be turned away now. His prick felt as if it would explode at any second, and he wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a handful of her soft, thick hair and yanked her viciously forward, shoving his stiffened penis against her tightly-clamped lips. Her face twisted grotesquely from the pain, but she wouldn't cry out.
"Well, what're you waiting for?"
But Anne stubbornly refused, shaking her head as she tried to pull away.
"Aaaaaagh... you're hurting me!" she gasped. And that was the chance he'd been waiting for; he shoved his cock forward, cramming it between her open lips as she cried out in pain.
"And if you bite it, I'll yank every bit of your hair out by the roots!" he threatened, shoving his prick a little further into the warm, wet shelter of her mouth.
She was beaten, and she knew it. There was no point in fighting him any longer. Her only choice was to get it done as quickly as possible; struggling would only bring more pain, more degradation and debasement.
Anne closed her lips over the fleshy cudgel, trying, as she had with the black, not to touch it with her tongue. "What kind of blow job is that?" he shouted. "You'd better improve in a hurry, or I'm gonna' ram my dick all the way down your throat!" He stabbed at the back of her mouth, and Anne knew he meant what he said.
Man, oh man, thought Harvey. I wish I had a movie camera so I could get this on film. Jesus, would you look at that hot young body!
His testicles expanded and puffed up like tennis balls as he watched her delicious little head, rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He could see right down her smooth, un-blemished chest-her twin, juicy mounds of ripe softness bobbing as she moved. He reached down her bare back and unfastened her bra, slipping the straps over her shoulders. This time she offered no argument. Her bra fell down her arms to the floor, and her luscious, full breasts fell free, swaying from side to side as she sucked obediently on his throbbing prick, choking every time he shoved the bulbous tip against the back of her tender sensitive throat.
Her soft, ripe tits bumped against each other as she swayed forward and back, one delicious, bulging mound on either side of his stiff cock as he looked down in disbelief, still unable to believe this could be happening to him.
He grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his two hands, holding her tightly, but not painfully this time, as he guided his prick smoothly between her taut, moist lips and down into her straining tonsils. Her tongue gave him chills all over, starting right at the base of his aching penis and running up his back-bone until they spread throughout his body.
"Now you're getting it right," he sighed. "Keep it up."
He started pumping it in a little further, shoving his loins forward harder with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, wet confines of her throat.
Anne knew she had to keep her throat relaxed, and not to tighten up, or it would only be worse on her. His stiff, moist penis slipped easily over the roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her throat, and down into the relaxed passage, filling her whole mouth with its enormous, fleshy bulk.
He pulled it back each time right to her ovaled lips, stretched tightly around the circumference of his hardened cock, leaving only the throbbing head still in her warm mouth, then he would lunge forward, shoving the stiffened shaft far down into her throat, bending as it rammed the back of her gullet.
It was painful when it bent-but deliciously so, and Harvey buried his thick penis in her moist throat again and again, making her choke and swallow every time it slithered in up to its hairy base; his pelvis shoved flat against her face.
When she swallowed, the muscles of her throat caressed and massaged his pulsing prick like a hundred tiny fingers, and he could feel the scalding pressure building in his swollen balls. And even now there was an oozing drop of semen seeping from the bulb-like head, and Anne could taste its peculiar flavor on her tongue as it swirled around his thick, hard cock.
It was so agonizingly perfect he could hardly bear it. The surging flood in his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain it only a few minutes longer.
He pulled his thick shaft from her mouth, holding it just at her wet, lipstick -rimmed lips, rubbing against the softness of her tongue, an-other tiny drop of semen seeping from the swollen tip.
He savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue exploring the throbbing tip of his aching penis, poking at the tiny opening, sending shivers of delight throughout his body. But in a moment, he could stand it no longer, and his thick, bulky shaft slid again between her moist, warm lips and into her narrow throat, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate him as his hairy loins ground wetly against her face, brushing her nose and chin with his damp pubic hair.
"You don't quit 'til I say so, you understand me?"
Ann tried to answer, but his hard, fleshy shaft filled her throat, and it was nearly impossible just to breathe. He was pumping faster and faster into her mouth, ramming his stiff dick into her warm, wet lips with long, hard thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, choking and gagging her with every downward lunge.
And she knew it would only be a few more seconds-the first weak spurts of seminal fluid were trickling from the throbbing head of his aching cock, signaling the hot, sticky flood that she knew would be right behind.
Just a few more deep thrusts and it would all be over-his balls would empty in an obscene flood down her tender throat passage-and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop it... nothing.
Harvey slowed his deep, savage thrusts-still just as deep in her soft oral passage, but slower, so he could make it last as long as possible. The sheer ecstasy of his burning load spurting from his achingly hard cock into her mouth was something he wanted to long remember. He wanted her to gulp down every drop of his load-to suck his thick cock until nothing remained in his balls. He leaned his head back, waiting... waiting...
It's coming... It's coming!
The burning liquid flooded out of his swollen balls and along the length of his hard shaft like lava from a volcano, and exploded against the back of her throat as he gave one last lunge.
"Suck it! Suck it hard, baby!"
And then, the warm, viscous liquid was like food to a starving animal, and Anne, her body betraying her, gulped it down greedily in big, gasping swallows. Her fingers squeezed his emptying balls, summoning every precious drop from his loins, his wet, fleshy cock shoved as far as it would go down her hungry throat.
She couldn't control herself-it was that un-diluted savage lust that hides deep in each of us. With every gulping mouthful, she hated herself more and more, but there was no turning back. She wanted every warm ounce of his sperm, and she sucked voraciously until there was nothing left, until his leathery balls emptied every last spurt deep down into her quivering young belly.
And then it was over for the moment.
Oh my God, what have I done!" raced helplessly through her desire confused mind, "What kind of a despicable animal have I become!
She let the rubbery head slip wetly from her mouth, leaving behind a tiny trail of semen that she wiped from her lips. She gasped to regain her breath.
"I'd like to go home now, if that's all right with you," she said softly, her head still lowered to the floor.
Harvey said nothing, a big, satisfied grin spread across his face as he lay heaving, naked, on the still-made bed. Anne picked up her clothes and dressed hurriedly, not taking the time to even fix her make-up.
He still hadn't spoken when she quietly closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob Hartley tossed the empty scotch bottle into the garbage, where it shattered in a million pieces.
Damn it, where is she... I've tried that number she gave me four times, and there's still no answer. What kind of a stupid jerk does she take me for...
He pawed through the kitchen cupboard, searching vainly for another bottle.
"Secretarial work"... my ass! She's out with another man! It's got to be that... sure, it all makes sense now-the new clothes, quitting her job. Even explains why she's been so different in bed lately-almost like she didn't want me to screw her. That's it! Another man...
Well, to hell with her... I'll show her... Bob's not gonna' sit around her playing solitaire while she's out balling her boyfriend... No sir, two can play at this game. She's not the only one who'd like a little on the side...
Bob plugged in the electric coffeemaker; he knew this called for a clear head. He dumped everything in his wallet on the kitchen table-business cards, photographs, unpaid bills, ser-vise station invoices.
Now where is that number... I know I didn't throw it away... It's here somewhere.
He'd ran into Shirley Guilford the second day back from Vietnam. She'd quit her old job at the campus cafeteria, and was working at Pancake City, where he'd gone in for a late-night cup of coffee. Shirley wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever known, but she had to be one of the friendliest. You'd have thought they were long lost lovers when she spotted him sitting all alone in a back booth. Even got another girl to watch her station while she came over and talked about old times.
He hadn't really given much thought to going out with Shirley again that night, but now things were different. She'd given him her new telephone number, along with the none-too-subtle news that she and her husband had broken up-and she was all alone in that big, empty apartment.
Damn it, I know it's here somewhere... it's got to be! I can't get it from the operator-I don't even know her married name...
And then he spotted it-scribbled on the back of his insurance agent's business card... Shirley 673-9985.
Bob finished his coffee before he made up his mind for sure. It wasn't easy-he'd never cheated on Anne before. Well, not if you don't count those hustlers in Saigon. And that's hardly the same thing as running around on your husband and rubbing it in his face.
He wondered what it would be like to go to bed with Shirley again... if she'd changed much in the last three years. She looked like she'd lost some weight-around the waist at least. Those tits were still the same ol' Shirley... that part of her would never change.
He remembered the first night he'd dated her-they were in bed, fucking and sweating like a couple of wrestlers, before ten o'clock. One thing about Shirley, she didn't waste any time...
Bob started to dial, then put the receiver back in its cradle.
What if I'm wrong about Anne?... what if she really is doing some secretarial work for that real estate office? But he added it all up again, and there wasn't any other explanation. How else could she have quit her job while he was still in Vietnam, and yet have added so many new dresses to her wardrobe? Somebody had to pay for all those things... and she certainly couldn't have done it on Army pay.
Newly-convinced, he dialed the number again; this time all the way through. It seemed like hours before anyone answered.
What if she's gone back with her husband... He might even answer instead of Shirley. Or even worse, maybe some other guy...
"Hello."
"Uh, is this Shirley?" Bob was having second thoughts again, and he thought of just hanging up before she had time to recognize his voice.
"Bob! How are you! What're you doing calling this time of night?" she asked.
Bob glanced at his watch-ten forty-five.
"Uh... well, I was just sitting here by my-self and it seemed like a good idea. I hope I didn't get you out of bed or something."
"Bed or something... I like that," she laughed. "And just what does 'or something' mean?"
"Well, you know... you might have had company," stammered Bob.
"Nope. Nobody but me. And there's absolutely nothing worth watching on TV. Where's your wife? Oh should I ask?"
"Anne's visiting a girlfriend," he lied. "I don't expect her 'til really late. I was sort of wondering if... uh, if I could maybe come over. Anne left me the car, and I could be over there in practically no time."
There was a long, agonizing silence on the other end, as if she was making up her mind.
"I'll put on some coffee. Do you have the right address... 1568 St. James Court?"
"Got it... I'll see you in about fifteen minutes," answered Bob, with a sigh of relief.
"Make it ten."
* * *
It was a lot nicer inside than he'd expected-Shirley's husband must have made a lot of money. There were at least two bedrooms-he could see that many-and the whole place looked like a showroom for Scandinavian designs-two matching black leather sofas made from sculpted rosewood, lots of heavy glass and chrome, and an enormous dining room table that could have seated eight or ten people easily. "I didn't do too bad, huh?" asked Shirley. She was holding her robe together with one hand, the belt hanging by her side through one of the knotted loops. "Jimmy left me all the furniture and the apartment, but no money. Truth is, he didn't have any left after he bought all this. Jimmy was a real nut-you know, hung up on prestige and all that. As if anybody I know really cared. Look at that dining table-I could feed half the neighborhood on it; but I'd look sort of silly serving 'em hamburgers and baked beans."
"Where is he now... Jimmy, I mean," asked Bob probingly.
"I don't know for sure. But I don't think he'll be around, if that's what you're worried about. He shipped out of San Francisco about a month ago... headed for Tokyo or Australia, or something like that. He won't be back, though, we've had it for good this time. Never was much of a marriage anyway. He was only half a man... you know what I mean?"
Bob felt his face redden, and he turned away, trying not to show it. "He must have made right much money when he was here, even to have bought all this furniture. What kind of work did he do before he signed on that ship?" There wasn't any reply, and when Bob turned back around, he knew exactly why.
Shirley had let her robe fall open, her hands by her sides. The garment fell loosely from her shoulders, and draped over her bulging breasts, leaving her exposed in a foot-wide swath down her middle. He wasn't really surprised that she was wearing nothing underneath.
He just stared at her at first, taking in every inch of her nakedness as she spread the two sides of the robe even further, and let it slip from her shoulders, along her arms, and fall in a pile around her ankles. She didn't take her eyes from his for a second, the corners of her mouth showing the slight beginnings of a grin.
"You like it?" she asked, her voice husky with the obvious excitement of being naked in front of a man. "You told me one time I had the most gorgeous boobs you'd ever seen. How about it now?"
She placed her opened palms under her incredibly full breasts, and lifted them so the hardened nipples pointed directly at him, twin jutting peaks that throbbed with the desire to be caressed. His cock stiffened like a lead pipe inside his pants, and pushed up the fabric in a bulging mound that stretched along the inside of his thigh. He wanted her like he'd never wanted anything in his life! His aching prick throbbed like his heart had dropped to his loins.
She lowered her eyes to his tell-tale bulge.
"Don't keep it all cooped up. Take it out where I can see it. It's been a long time, and we need to make friends again." She walked to him, her breasts pressed in two soft, delicious mounds against his chest; as she slipped her hand inside his pants with the deft touch of experience. He felt shivers of delight race up his spine as her fingers wrapped gently around his hard, throbbing penis, moving up and down its stiff, fleshy length in a slow, deliberate pumping motion.
She lowered his zipper, and unfastened the button that kept his pants in place, pushing them over his legs until they fell to the floor. She sat back on the sofa, opening her legs wide so her crotch was fully in his view, her hungry, quivering cunt opening and closing like a soft, pink baby's mouth, beckoning him on.
She ran her hands along the smoothness of her naked thighs, parting the soft, sparse pubic hair around the moist, fleshy cunt lips with the tips of her fingers; and he could see all of her delicious pleasures, her eager, gaping pussy opened so wide he could see the soft, wet walls inside, opening and closing as she squirmed seductively on the black leather couch. Her huge, soft breasts stood like twin mountain peaks, capped with the blushing-pinkness of her hard, throbbing nipples.
"Fuck me... please fuck me, Bob," she suddenly asked, her breasts heaving as she began to breathe faster and faster. "Fuck me now... " She opened and closed her naked thighs invitingly, teasing him with the view of her delicious, moist slit opened wide, eagerly awaiting his hardened cock, waiting impatiently for his shaft to burrow bluntly between the wet, fleshy walls of her hungry pussy.
Suddenly his mind focused on something he couldn't push aside-he tried not to think about it but it seemed the harder he tried to shove it to the back of his brain, the more intense it became.
He couldn't escape the gnawing awareness that this could be Anne writhing hungrily... grinding her naked hips tantalizingly toward her lover. That maybe somewhere at this very moment-maybe even nearby-his own Anne could be locked tightly around the nakedness of another man... It bored into his mind like a hot poker; he could feel his stomach knot-up at the very thought, a sick welling filling his belly. And what was he like, this lover of hers? He tried not to think it, but it wouldn't leave him alone... His mind's eye flashed on the fleeting picture his own conjecturing thoughts pieced together-on the images of his wife lost in the throes of ecstasy with another man's cock rammed to the hilt in her naked belly. He could almost see it-her lover pounding away frantically between her widespread legs at her eager, receptive pussy, his long, hard cock slithering wetly from the clutching grip of her moist, warm slit... her soft sparse pubic hair grazing teasingly around it...
Shirley looked puzzled, her legs still spread in unmistakable invitation, obviously wondering why he was hesitating. Her body was some-thing men never seemed to have enough of-yet this one plainly was having second thoughts.
His eyes searched her writhing, naked body-but he could only see another tempting young woman, squirming under the satisfying ravishment of her tender young vagina as another man emptied his lewd, seething sperm in her raging hot belly.
The sickening knotting in his own belly turned rapidly to unrelenting hatred... hatred that had to be freed... that had to be purged from his body.
"Get on your knees," he ordered without an-other second's hesitation. For suddenly he wanted to hurt her... to make her plead for mercy... to make her beg. His loins ached with the kind of revenge he could only indulge one way.
Her eyes showed she didn't understand, but she complied obediently, rolling over and shoving her naked, moist loins directly up at him, her hips still writhing sensuously in anticipation.
He peeled off his shorts and positioned himself behind her squirming buttocks, his long, hard cock finding its own way up between her thighs. She jumped involuntarily as his prick made its first electric contact with the sensitive, soft folds around her moist, beckoning cuntal slit.
Bob held his prick securely with one hand, and teasingly worked it up and down between the warm, pink folds of her pussy, brushing aside the soft, wispy pubic hairs with the swollen, bulbous head of his burning penis.
"Whatever you want, lover," she purred. "Dog-style is all right with me."
In that instant he saw her clearly as what she was-a disgusting, insatiable animal, nothing more than a receptacle for his seething hot load. He knew she meant it-anything he wanted to do to her would be okay. She was his to use and abuse-and he was filled with a gnawing monster that had him securely in its grip... And this squirming greedy crotch right at his feet was the only escape... Every savage, plundering lunge into her writhing ass would free him a little more from the searing pangs of jealousy that burned at his brain.
Shirley closed her eyes, expectantly, already wallowing in the deliciousness that was sure to be on its way-that delectable hardness that would ease her aching tensions like nothing else could. But even she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Bob grinned evilly and slipped his cock along the moist crevice of her pussy, over the tiny, sensitive band of flesh that separated her ravenous cunt from the tight, puckered opening of her anus. She jerked away as his cock prodded the tautly clenched little hole, but he grabbed her with both hands around her hips and pulled her back, his prick rammed tightly against the puckered opening.
She tried desperately to clench the soft defenseless cheeks of her buttocks together, but his thumbs pried them apart. They were so painfully spread from each other, she could feel the cool air rushing into the tight little hole between her legs.
"No, please... Not there Bob! It'll hurt too much... Please, not there!" She struggled to wiggle away from his probing shaft, but he caught her again, and pulled her back roughly.
Man, that's going to be so tight! I'd better open her up a little...
She felt the tip of his finger prodding at the entrance of her naked rectum and she clenched the taut little mouth in a futile effort to stop the painful penetration she knew was next. He probed for a few seconds on the outer flanges of the small, elastic circle and then rammed his stiffened finger to the knuckle in her ass-hole. Sharp jolts of pain coursed through her back-side, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she had expected. Once his finger was inside, she relaxed slightly until she felt another finger join the first, cruelly spreading the tight bands of muscle as he rammed a second finger into her virginal hole. The pain was intense this time, and she jerked away from him; but he rewarded her with an agonizing, deeper probe as his two fingers sank a little further in the tightness of her rectum.
"Oh, please don't, Bob... You're hurting me!" Suddenly she was frightened-really frightened, when the full awareness of what he was going to do struck home. She'd never had it there before... with all the lovers she had known, never had a man fucked her there. She remembered that one time some guy had tried it, but he stopped when the pain became so excruciating that tears ran down her cheeks; but she could tell Bob meant it-for suddenly he was a different person, not the kind, lovable teddy-bear of a boy she had once known. She began to wonder if this would hurt her-really hurt her; like split her apart. She cringed her damp crotch away from him, but again he held her securely, his fingers burrowing painfully into her back passage, stretching it unmercifully as he wormed his stiffened fingers in the incredibly tight, narrow hole, preparing her for something bigger-something harder and longer.
Without a word of warning, he jerked his fingers from the elastic grip of her tiny anus, making a barely audible sucking noise as they slipped from its tight, clasping grip.
"Raise it up higher," he commanded cruelly, as she had never heard him before. "Get your pretty ass up here where I can get to it."
His hand pressed firmly on the small of her back, raising her buttocks even higher, waving in vulnerable helplessness as if in invitation to the cruel ravishment he was preparing to subject her to. Her breasts were pressed tightly against the leather of the sofa, crushing them beneath her naked body as she trembled in dread of what he was about to begin. He pushed her legs even wider apart, his own hairy legs brushing against the insides of her smooth thighs, Her bare, soft ass was totally his-wholly at his mercy.
His hands gripped her hipbones and held her firmly in place, steadying her against the squirming he knew would begin when his long, hard cock rammed painfully into her moist naked split. She gasped aloud as he made blunt contact with the tight opening; she knew it would kill her-rip her open like a ripe melon! She could never take that this way! She jerked forward with renewed energy, but it was useless to attempt to escape this ravishment. She could feel his hairy loins brushing against the sensitive flesh of her buttocks as his thick cock probed hard into her upturned ass. He gripped the soft, fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and spread them wide, opening up to full view the puckering little hole of her rectum. Then, she felt a hard, rubbery probing between his tightly-gripping hands that grew even harder as it rubbed against the taut, elastic bands of her asshole.
"Oh, no, not this way... Please, noooooo-ooo... "
The searing pain shot through her entire body as the tight resisting nether ring gave way before his insistent probing, the swollen tip of his prick slipping inside with a loud popping sound.
Damn, she's tight... It's 'gonna squeeze my cock off!
She screamed in pain, but there was no one to answer her mournful cries. There could be no way out of this unexpectedly depraved attack on her helpless body. A long, low tortured moan poured from her lips as his long, rigid cock pushed its way between the widely-stretched walls of her anus in waves of searing pain. She heard him grunt as he strained to shove the hard shaft into the soft, tight hole. It was as though a giant tree-trunk were being rammed up her ass.
He gasped loudly as his loins smacked against the upturned softness of her buttocks, his long, stiff prick buried to its brushy hilt in her belly.
She felt like a squealing, suckling pig impaled on a spit, hung over a roaring flame, and she groaned in anguish. Her intestines felt as though they would empty in a loud, bursting explosion, but his thick cock blocked her ravaged passage like a wooden dowel.
She'd been the rounds many a time, but never had she felt so debased-so completely debauched and used. He positioned himself better behind her trembling buttocks and levered his aching cock with long, deep strokes into her grasping hole. It pulled small, pink ridges of her bruised flesh out with the base of his cock as he withdrew for another sadistic plunge. The soft fleshy passage gripped him like a warm velvet glove. She tried to raise her body, but his hand on the small of her back shoved her roughly back into place. She was hopelessly held in this slave-like kneeling position, quaking before her master as he punished her with his steel-hard rod.
Again he thought of Anne-of how she might be in this same lewd position at this very moment, and his cock rammed into the helplessly kneeling girl's rectum with unrelenting, vengeful fury. For this was no longer Shirley... it was Anne, trembling helplessly as he wrought the awesome punishment she so unquestionably deserved.
Her body quivered and jerked and her perspiration-soaked thighs convulsed as his extra deep thrust speared its way into her tortured asshole. She could hear him grunting like a stud bull, and she suddenly hated him for it. Not so much for what he was doing, exactly-but rather, that he was using her body like a plaything, solely for his own enjoyment, with-out regard for the pain and humiliation she was suffering at his will. She contracted her anal muscles, hoping that the change in muscle tone might ease the awful pain, but it only increased the rhythm of his deep, plundering thrusts.
She shivered convulsively as his hands slipped undetected beneath her kneeling form, sliding gently along the smooth flat plane of her belly. He leaned forward, buried to the base in her clasping tunnel, and grabbed the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts dangling beneath her as she knelt impaled on his searing shaft. He gripped the hardened nipples between his fingers, and squeezed them firmly as they began to throb in rhythm with his deep, agonizing thrusts.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, surrendering and moving backward to meet the forward thrusts of his hard prick, grinding her wet, naked buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clutching his long spear with a throb of her tight, clasping rectum. Bob looked down at her lewdly trembling buttocks, undulating slowly, hopelessly impaled on his long, stiff cock.
He surged into her belly with renewed strength, now that she was totally his. She was his slave, kneeling before him, completely prepared to follow his every wish and command. He knew he could give it to her now like she'd never known it before-and she'd beg him for more. She was rapidly going out of her mind with abandoned lust, her back hollowed as she skewered herself lewdly on his fleshy shaft, her buttocks pumping up and down on the long rod in ever-quickening rhythm.
Her face was flushed from the superhuman intensity of her effort as she squirmed to get every millimeter of his long cock buried in the soft moistness of her tender passage. She bucked and tossed in time with his relentless thrusts, sensing that he was near the end, squeezing even tighter the stretched muscles of her rear passage as he sawed into her puckered asshole, his balls about to burst their hot, sticky load into her insides.
He met her new efforts with even harder, deeper plunges, battering her quivering buttocks with his loins as he buried his swollen prick far inside her soft, pink asshole. He gripped her upper thighs tightly, ramming her back on his skewering pole with all his strength, his moist shaft slithering wetly into her enormously stretched anus. His eyes were wide with animal fury at the incredible spectacle of this luscious young body writhing wildly, impaled on his glistening shaft, bucking before him like a tortured savage and the sadistic desire to inflict pain coursed through his sweating body as he rammed forward with a powerful thrust that seared up her ravaged ass like fire.
"Oh, God... Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" He pounded his spear into her again. "Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!"
She was now pumping back and forth on his lust-hardened penis at a frantic pace, as his cock began to throb harder, inside her body, swelling so large she knew it would burst her apart. It was killing her, but she wanted more.
"Please... shoot it in me! Shoot it all in me! I can't stand any more... Please, have mercy!" She ground her buttocks back against him wildly, clasping his bucking penis tightly to bring on his orgasm.
He gave one last, grasping groan and shuddered his thick, hot sperm in wave after wave into the furthest depths of her belly with a mighty, final thrust that seemed to go all the way through her. She pressed tightly back against his hairy pelvis as he emptied his sticky, warm load deep inside her anal passage, filling her soft, fleshy rectum to overflowing with seething wetness. She heard him gasping for breath as his penis slipped from the confines of her still clutching bowels with a wet sucking sound, and he collapsed, exhausted on the floor beside the sofa, his arms spread limply on either side of his sweat-soaked body.
"I... I'm sorry, Shirley," he said after he caught his breath. MI don't know what came over me... I'm really sorry... I... "
"Don't be," smiled Shirley, "I understand." She rolled over on her side and gave his emptied balls an affectionate squeeze. "You don't owe me any explanation. You just had something in your system that needed to come out... And now you've done it."
Bob reached up and stroked her bare breast fondly as she lay nude on the leather sofa. "You're really fantastic, you know that? I mean, how many girls could be so understanding?"
"Now don't tell me your wife doesn't under-stand you. That line's about had it's day."
Bob climbed slowly to his knees and lowered his lips to the soft, pliable mound of her breast, delicately nibbling her still-hardened nipple between his teeth. She shivered from head to foot as his tongue teasingly prodded the rigid, pink bud.
Her plundered rectum still pulsed with the pain of his frantic ravishment, but her belly glowed with the hot flames of unsatisfied desire, unquelled by the unnatural violation of her rear passage.
"You've had your fun," she murmured. "Now how about doing it my way a while."
Without a word he climbed onto the sofa and pushed her legs back against the opposite arm, turning her wet, hungry cunt up in an inviting banquet before him.
She sighed a low, doleful moan as his smooth rubbery cock-half-hardened and still sticky with his seminal fluid-slipped easily between the soft, pink flanges of her eager pussy, clutching his swelling shaft and sucking it fervidly into the ravenous depths of her moist, warm tunnel.
"Oh, yes, lover... that's it... that's it! Fuck me... fuck me hard and forget every-thing!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"It doesn't really matter what your plan is, Pat. If I don't come up with some way out of this soon, I won't have any marriage left to save."
Pat Desmond toyed with her coffee spoon, wondering if she should tell Anne what she had come up with since their last meeting. She'd told Anne then that there might be a quick and easy solution, but that she'd have to have out-side help. Somebody who could get that tape recording away from Alice Horne before she became suspicious and hid it in a new spot.
"Well, you know what I told you last time we had lunch here, right? About those friends of mine who might be able to help?" Anne nodded her head. "Well, I talked to them last night, and everything's all set. There's just one little problem in the way."
"And what's that?" asked Anne.
This was the part she'd been dreading. "Money... Five hundred dollars, to be exact?"
"Five hundred dollars!" Shrieked Anne, loudly enough for half the noon-time customers in the tiny pastry shop to turn and stare. "Where would I get that kind of money?" she asked, lowering her voice to a whimper. "It might as well be five hundred thousand. Bob's hardly making enough to get by on, and you know what I'm getting from Alice Horne. It would take weeks and weeks to save up enough, even if she assigned me a 'date' every week."
"Yeah, I know," sighed Pat. "I wish there was someway I could help. But I don't have that kind of bread either. What about doubling up, maybe taking two or three jobs a week? That way you could rack it up in a couple of weeks... three at the most."
"Oh no, I'd rather die first," answered Anne abruptly. "Maybe you could do it that way, but not me. I'm about to go out of my mind with those horrible dates I have to take now. And besides, she would get suspicious if I made such an about-face at this point. Alice knows how much I hate to take the few assignments I get. She'd know something was up if I started asking for more... No, It'll have to be some other way."
"Don't give up yet. We'll find the answer somehow, Anne."
"I know we will, Pat. And I can't thank you enough for all the help you've been; I don't know what I would do if I didn't have someone to talk to. It's killing me keeping all this bottled up inside. I feel sometimes like just grabbing some stranger on the street and telling him the whole, lurid story-just to get it off my chest. And now Bob is acting strange... I don't know what's gotten into him."
Pat waited until the two overdressed matrons passed by with their trays loaded down with fattening pastries. "Do you think he knows what's going on?" she asked softly.
Anne shook her head. "I wish that were it. At least that way I wouldn't have to tell him myself. I don't know what's happening to him, Pat. He came in last night even later than I did. And when I left, he said he'd been home all night. I couldn't very well ask him about it, since it was nearly one when I finally made it back. Carol let me use her car, and she drove me home after I... uh, finished at the hotel. It's really bugging me... He's never done any-thing like that before. And he left for class this morning without even waking me up. That's the first time ever."
"I don't know, Anne. Men are so damn strange sometimes. It could be just about any-thing. Did you say anything to make him mad?"
"Not a word. Everything was fine when I left on the assignment. Whatever it was, it happened after I left."
Pat looked to be deep in thought. "You don't suppose Mrs. Horne could have anything to do with it... I mean, what if she said something to your husband?"
"Why would she?" Anne asked. "She's got nothing to gain by doing that. If she let's the truth out, she's got no hold over me, and she couldn't get anything else out of me that way. No, whatever set him off came from outside... I just wish I knew what."
"How about that man you had the date with? Did he take you anywhere? Maybe somebody told Bob they saw you out with another man. That happens, you know... we had this cute redhead, Cheryl something-or-other; that happened to her. Her old man spotted her out with some banker from Salt Lake City and tore into both of them like a wild man... right down-town, in some restaurant."
"That could be it, I suppose," said Anne. "But I don't think Bob would handle it like this. He wouldn't keep it all to himself; he'd confront me with it, I'm certain... unless he just suspects something."
Pat's eyes lighted up at that. "Now you're talking! I'll bet you he knows something fishy is going on, but he hasn't got the goods on you yet. That would explain why he's acting so strange. You've probably got him tied up in knots like Alice has you . .
"Oh, Pat, I hope not. I just couldn't stand it, knowing I'd done anything to hurt him. I just couldn't."
Pat gulped down the rest of her coffee. "Well, let's not get off on that right now. We've got an appointment to keep, remember?"
"I remember all right," said Anne dejectedly. "But I'm not too crazy about the idea. Not that I don't appreciate it, you understand. It's just that I'm afraid of getting myself in more trouble than I'm in already."
"Don't worry about a thing," assured Pat, counting out change for the tip. "I told you this guy can help, and I meant it. We can worry about the money later. Let's just go see him and see what you think. You'll change your mind once you meet this man. He's got enough self-assurance for all of us."
They sorted their coats from the pile of garments crowding the coat rack, and left the tiny restaurant. Pat's car was right in front, and Anne climbed in the passenger side.
"You still haven't told me how this man can help," she said when Pat slammed her door shut. "And why it'll cost so much. What is he, some sort of gangster or something?"
Pat laughed. "You've hit the nail right on the head, sweetie."
"What!" shrieked Anne. "Are you out of your mind? I'm in over my head already, and you want me to start dealing with criminals?! And what can he do, anyway, have her shot and dumped in the river?"
But Pat only smiled knowingly. "Just sit tight, Anne. You'll see... you'll see."
* * *
Bob started his drawing for the fourth time, and again he messed it up. He slammed the rumpled sheets into the wastebasket and stalked out of the drafting room, three pairs of inquisitive eyes glued to the middle of his back. Every-one in the office knew something was bugging him, but no one wanted to be the first one to pry. He sulked into his brother's office, and closed the door behind him.
"Could I have the rest of the day off, Jim? I'm costing you more than my keep in ruined work."
James looked up from his pile of sketches. "Yeah, I know; I've been watching you. You're like an expectant father-pacing back and forth, wringing your hands like the miseries of the world have been visited on your head... What is it, Bob? Something's sure eating at you."
Bob kept his eyes down at the floor. "Nothing's wrong. I just don't feel too good," he lied. "Maybe I'm coming down with something."
"Yeah, like a nervous breakdown if you don't watch out."
"Please, Jim," he continued, "I'll be all right tomorrow, honest. Okay?"
Jim pointed to the door. "Take of... but I still wish you'd tell me the truth."
"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." He didn't say anything to the rest of the staff; just picked up his books and hurried out the rear door, turning up his collar against the chill wind.
The fresh air, and the bright sunlight made everything a little better, but he knew this was only temporary. Sooner or later he had to confront Anne with what he knew was the truth, and until he did it, this gnawing pain would eat at him like a cancer.
Someway, somehow, he had to spill his guts out before this awful disease ate him alive. He turned abruptly and headed back to Jim's office.
I've got to tell somebody... It might just as well be Jim.
Everyone stopped their work again as he crossed the drafting section, still bundled in his jacket. James didn't look surprised when he came through the open doorway.
"Decided to let me in on it, huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "Sit down and let's have a cup of coffee first."
Bob poured out everything he knew-about the new clothes, the money she always seemed to have, though she could never explain why; the late night "classes" that didn't exist; even about his jaded rendezvous with Shirley, and how he'd physically hurt a woman for the first time in his life-really hurt her, and enjoyed every second of it.
James sat there looking at him for a long time after he finished, rolling his drafting pen between his palms as he tried hard to take in everything Bob revealed.
"I think I've got just the solution," he said finally. "Not the real solution, but something that'll help right now anyway."
Bob looked skeptical. "If you're going to tell me to go buy a bottle, I've already tried that way out. And it didn't work."
"No, nothing all that dramatic," continued James, "But at least it'll get you away from all this for a few days, and give you time to think things out clearly. Knock some of the cob-webs out of your head.
"You mean go away?" Bob asked. "How could I ever explain that to Anne. I might as well tell her everything."
"You won't have to tell her a thing. Just leave that to me. You go home right now, get a change of clothes-something you won't mind getting dirty-and be back down here in a half hour. You're going to Eagle Rock Lake with the survey boys; they can always use an extra pair of strong arms. You can clear brush or something. Whatever you do, it'll be good for you. I'll call Anne and tell her I sent you... that you didn't have a chance to call before you left. You can call her later yourself if you want to. I'll leave that up to you."
Bob thought it over. "I guess it'll work... She said she'd be out all afternoon with some girlfriend of hers, so I suppose I could do it, but... "
"No buts... Just listen to your wise, old brother for once. Now get going, before it's too late. I'll call the garage and catch Jeff before he leaves. You just be back here on time so they can pick you up."
Bob rose to leave. "I... I don't know how to thank you for this, Jim. I... "
"And no long thank-yous, either," interrupted Jim, "Just get going before I change my mind."
* * *
The house Pat pulled to a stop in front of was hardly the sort of place Anne would ever have entered by herself. An ancient two story ruin of a frame building, with the street level occupied by a storefront headquarters for the Neighborhood Renewal League-some sort of grassroots community planning group, Anne remembered from the six o'clock news. There was a second entrance on the side of the corner building, and this was the doorway Pat took her to.
The door handle was broken, dangling uselessly from the stripped ratchet, but Pat knowingly reached through the long-broken window pane and turned it easily from the inside. There was a long, narrow staircase that seemed to go straight up, flanked on both sides by damp, peeling wallpaper that smelled of years of musty neglect, and illuminated only by the few bold beams of sunlight that managed to pierce the wire-screened sunlight one floor above.
"I don't like this place, Pat," said Anne timidly. "It gives me the creeps. Couldn't we see this guy somewhere else?"
"Nope. This is his office and it's on his terms or not at all," explained Pat.
The dingy stairway reminded Anne vividly of the horrible hours she'd spent with Carol and those two Negroes, and that was some-thing she'd just as soon forget.
Pat stopped beside an odd-looking door at the head of the stairs; there was something peculiar about it but she couldn't put her finger on it yet.
She pressed an unmarked buzzer beside the door, and a bell signalled that the lock was opened. Pat turned the oversized doorknob, and went in.
It was then, with the heavy door open, that Anne realized what was strange about it-it was steel! Nearly three inches thick, and braced with cross supports on the inside. She wondered who could possibly need such security, except maybe a bank. There was a nicely deco-rated outer office, paneled with what appeared to be real wood, and furnished with contemporary office furniture, lots of metal and wood.
No one was seated at the outer desk, but it was obvious that someone had been there just moments before: there was a still-smoldering cigarette in the ashtray.
"Wow, what a lay-out!" observed Anne, eyes wide in disbelief. "Who would ever have guessed a place like this would be in such an awful building?"
Pat laughed at her naivete. "That's the whole idea, silly. Not even the police know about this place. He keeps it that way."
"And who is 'he'?" she asked curiously. "Don't you think it's about time I knew who Pm going to be seeing? I mean, after all, Pm expected to come up with five hundred dollars to give to a man I know nothing about... And for that matter, I don't even know what it is Pm supposed to pay for."
"Just be patient, Anne. You'll know every-thing you need to know in just a little while. Pm sure he'll... "
Just then the inner office door opened, and a gray-haired distinguished-looking man stepped out. He wasn't anything like she'd expected-with all this clandestine mystery, she'd half expected some seedy type, with sunglasses and a thin moustache. But this guy could have been practically any businessman off the street-maybe a little classier than most in his pale green turtleneck sweater and contrasting maize yellow pants. He reminded her somehow of a movie star-one of the old-style types.
"How are you, Patricia? It's been ages," he greeted them warmly. "And this must be your friend Anne. It's a pleasure to meet you, Anne. Patricia's told me so much about you."
"Uh... hello, nice to meet you, too," she replied lamely, wondering just how much she did tell him. Her face blushed red at the thought that this stranger might know all about that first night with Pat-the night with those two men at Frederic's.
"Won't you come in?" He motioned them through his private office doorway, and closed the door behind him. The inner office was even plusher than the first, and carpeted with luxuriously thick bright-red carpeting that felt a foot deep under Anne's feet. He pulled over an extra chair in front of his horseshoe-shaped desk, and waited for them to sit before he seated himself across from them, behind a pile of books and papers.
The windows had all been effectively screened with permanently-affixed louvered screens, so that light came in from outside, but there was no way to see in. He even had a set of floor-to-ceiling draw drapes that could be closed over the screens. Anne could gather no clues from his bookcase-the titles she could see were just current fiction, and an occasional magazine.
He lit up a cigarette. "I just sent Melissa downstairs for some coffee. Those people down there have their own coffee grinder, and they make the best coffee in town. We help out their cause from time to time, and they make us coffee... I guess it's a pretty high price to pay for a cup of coffee, but it's worked for two years, so who am I to complain."
Patricia and Anne laughed politely, both sitting primly like a couple of job applicants, their hands folded demurely in their laps. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the others to break the ice.
"Well, there's no sense beating around the bush," he said, "Let's get down to business. You want a job done, right Patricia."
"Not me exactly," she replied. "Actually, it's for Anne. She's the one who needs that tape. "And I figured if anyone could get it for her, it would be you."
"And you want this woman... Alice Horne, knocked over, right?"
Pat nodded, "That's it. Can you handle it?"
"Can I handle it?" he laughed. "It'll be a snap. How about the money?" He looked to Anne for an answer.
"Uh... well, that's going to be a problem. Besides, I'm not too sure about this. I mean, what if something goes wrong? Are you just 'gonna break in there and steal it?"
"Don't worry about the methods. That's my part of the bargain... And the risks are mine, too. You've got nothing to do with it after I'm paid. "You can get the money can't you?" Anne didn't answer, but glanced toward Patricia, hoping she would know what to say.
"It's as good as got," offered Pat, "And we'll be in touch as soon as we rake it together. Okay?"
He rose from his oversized leather chair. "If you say so, Patricia, I'll buy it. You know I wouldn't even talk business with most people without cash in advance. But for someone special, I make exceptions."
Patricia leaned across the desk and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. "Take care of yourself. I'll be in touch."
"Good-bye, sir. It was nice meeting you," said Anne weakly, still completely confused about what was going on around her.
She didn't waste any time demanding an explanation when they were safely out of hearing distance.
"Pat, have you gone nuts!? What's this all about? And where will I get five hundred dollars? I'm in a mess now, but it won't help matters if we both go to jail."
"Nobody's going to jail," assured Pat, "And certainly not either of us. He's going to take the gamble; all you have to do is pay for it. It's as simple as that."
Anne's face was wrinkled in a disapproving scowl. "Well, it's not all that simple. And who is he anyway? You never did tell me his name?"
"And I don't plan to tell you, either. The less you know, the better off you'll be; no sense getting your nose dirty when it isn't necessary. You just concentrate on raising that money, and your troubles will be over."
Anne fumbled in her purse for her sunglasses as they came back into the harsh, glaring sun-light. "You're really on the level with all this cloak-and-dagger stuff aren't you? I mean, this is for real, right?"
Patricia stopped dead in her tracks. "You didn't think I staged it all for your benefit, did you? Of course, it's all on the level. Honestly, Anne, sometimes I wonder how I ever got mixed up with a naive little cuckoo like you."
"I'm sorry, Pat," Anne apologized, "I'm just so mixed up lately I don't know what I'm saying half the time. I really appreciate what you've done... I really mean it."
"It's nothing," replied Pat modestly. "You're just too sweet a kid to wind up hustling tail on some dirty corner for the rest of you life. And if I can help it, you won't have to. Maybe I can make up for all the mistakes I made."
Anne felt her eyes moisten when she realized for the first time just how good a friend she had in Pat. "You're unbelievable, you know that... I didn't know... "
"Pat cut her off as she opened her car door. "Oh no you don't. None of that hearts and flowers stuff. Just get your seat inside and let's get you home before that old man of yours starts asking questions."
CHAPTER EIGHT
She was up and out of bed before the sun came up, pacing the house like a caged tiger, unable to go back to sleep. These weeks with Bob back at home had spoiled her, and now that bed seemed awfully big and empty without him there at her side. She'd nearly forgotten what it was like all those months when he was in Vietnam; but now it came back to her like a high-voltage jolt. She knew now, more than ever, that she had to do anything she could to keep him-that she could never hope to live without him. Even the apartment seemed empty without him; and she wished he would call.
It had all seemed rather odd; James had never asked him to go out of town overnight before. And this happened so fast, without even enough time for Bob to say good-bye.
She flipped on the television, hoping there might be an early movie or something worth watching. Anything to take her mind off the chilling loneliness that hung over the gloomy apartment.
Just then the phone rang, shattering the gloominess like broken glass. Anne dashed to answer it on the first ring.
Maybe it's Bob! Oh, I hope so! Who else would be calling this early?
"Hello," she answered excitedly.
"Anne, this is Pat. I'm sorry if I woke you up, but this is important."
Anne's heart sank to her stomach. "Oh... it's you."
"Gee, thanks. You really know how to make me feel wanted."
"Oh, no, Pat. It's nothing like that," explained Anne apologetically. "It's just that I thought this might be Bob. I'm already awake... have been for hours."
"Bob? Where's he?"
Anne explained about the out-of-town trip, and how he left in a hurry, and how Bob's brother called to explain it all.
"Wow, that's just great, Anne. It'll work out perfectly!"
Anne was puzzled. "What'll work out perfectly? You're talking in riddles again, Pat."
"Listen, if you're already out of bed, how about meeting me somewhere for breakfast, and I'll explain it all to you."
She tried to grasp it all, but things were happening too fast for such an early hour. "Hold on a second... Let's start all over again; just what is it that's exciting enough to make you call this early in the morning?
There was an obvious pause on the other end. "Let's just say it's an assignment, and let it go at that. I can fill in the details when we have breakfast."
"An assignment! One of Alice's assignments?"
"Yes, but... "
"Uh-uh, baby. I've had it with her assignments... at least for now. I'll come up with some way out of this, but that's certainly not the way. I swore I wouldn't go out on any more dates... not now, not ever. Maybe a convention or something, that's not so bad. But no more dates!"
"Listen, Anne. Who said anything about a date? And what's all this courage you've dug up all of a sudden? You know as well as I do that you'll be working for Alice Horne the rest of your life, unless you get that tape and get her off your back, right? Well, am I right or not?"
"You're right, I guess. I just like to sound off once in a while. It's good therapy... I know it's only a game."
"Well, no more games. This might be the answer to everything. I'll tell you what I know over some coffee... but I can tell you this, there's a lot of money in it... maybe enough to fix everything just right. See you at Danny's in a half hour."
* * *
Thirteen hours and forty-five minutes later, Anne and Pat, in Pat's car, were turning off the Fort Myers Expressway, heading for their last turn, on Brandon Ridge Road. They nearly missed it in the dark, but Pat was able to U-turn on the narrow secondary road, and headed the auto down the rutted, gravel road.
"Are you sure this is the way?" asked Anne, "It looks like a wagon trail or something." She glanced around nervously at the looming trees closely lining the narrow lane, glowing eerily in the car's headlights as they made their way toward Brandon Lake. "I'm scared Pat. This road frightens me. It's so desolate and spooky out here. How far down do we have to go."
Pat held the wheel tightly, jerking it back and forth as she dotted the axle-deep potholes that seemed to be getting bigger with every few yards. "Not very far, she said. I think I see something up ahead."
Anne squinted down the roadway at a cluster of lights visible through the tall pines. She wasn't sure whether to be glad or worried. "I'm still not convinced we should be here. I mean, it's all so secretive. And Alice never did explain why there's so much extra money involved... or even how much. Are you sure you don't know something you're not telling me?"
"Nothing... I told you the whole story. We're to meet these two guys here at this hunting lodge. All I know is they've got lots of money... more than both of us will see in a lifetime. And apparently they've been customers of Alice before, so she said there was nothing to worry about. We won't be chopped up and put in a trunk, if that's worrying you."
"I wish it were," said Anne, "That I could handle. But this just sounds fishy to me. No-body gives away money without getting some-thing in return... and that's what frightens me. Especially stuck way out here in the woods."
"Stop being such a worrier. They're probably a couple of old kooks who'll want us to run around in high-heeled leather boots and beat 'em with our stockings. Just relax... you'll see when we get there."
* * *
There were two cars parked in front already when the girls arrived-both late-model Cadillacs. The lodge looked like part of the forest-it had obviously been there so long, the vines had practically blended it in perfectly with the close line of thick timber that surrounded it on three sides. It looked cozy-like a Christmas card view-and the light from inside spilled through the shuttered windows in tiny, yellow beams that split the darkness of the forest in every direction. Pat put the car in Park, the motor still running.
"This is it. What'ya say-do we get the hell out, or go inside and find out what's waiting for us?"
Anne didn't hesitate this time." Let's go on in... I want to find out about the money before I do anything else. If five hundred dollars can solve my problems, I'll do anything to get my hands on it."
The front door opened before they even left the car, and Anne could see a roaring fire blazing at the far side of the room. There was an enormous game-head mounted over the mantel, with a set of antlers that stretched past either side of the hearth. A short, bald-headed man came out onto the covered porch, holding a silver tankard in his hand. She couldn't tell much more about him because he was outlined in the glow of the fireplace.
They climbed out of the car and closed the doors. "Mr. Billings?" asked Pat; that was the only name Mrs. Horne had given her.
The figure spoke. "You've got the right place.
I'm Will Billings. You must be Patricia and Anne, right?"
"That's us. Sorry we're a little late. I couldn't make very good time on that little gravel road. I guess we should have left earlier," said Pat.
"No harm done. Come on in, we've got it all warmed up inside."
The warmth felt especially good after the cold ride out from town, since Pat's heater hardly put out enough heat to defrost the windows. Anne got a better look at the man when they came into the light from inside. He looked somehow familiar, and she hoped he wasn't someone she'd met before. But then she remembered-Billings, Will Billings... Billings Lumber, Billings Realty. That was why he was familiar-his picture was always popping up in the society columns. At least, Mrs. Horne had told the truth about that-he was indeed a very wealthy man. At least, that was what the newspapers said about him.
He took their coats and hung them on wooden hooks by the entranceway. There was another man seated in a comfortable-looking old chair just beside the hearth. He stood up when they entered.
It was then Anne noticed the animal-an enormous Doberman sitting at the other man's feet. He looked as big as a small pony stretched out on the floor there.
"Girls, I'd like you to meet Jason Alberman," said Will, gesturing to his friend. "Jason, this is Patricia... and this is Anne. Two of the city's loveliest young ladies, I'm sure."
Anne wondered how he knew which of them was who, but then she remembered Alice al-ways gave her customers a description of her girls. With Pat's jet-black hair, and her long, blonde hair, there could be no mistaking them.
"It's a real pleasure to meet you," said Jason, "And I hope it'll be an even bigger pleasure before the night is over." And he laughed like he knew something no one else knew.
Will led them toward the wet bar, and dropped some ice cubes in two tall glasses. "What'll it be for you ladies? We've got any-thing you could want right here."
"Gin and tonic for me," Pat answered quickly. And Anne nodded, "The same."
As they chatted, Anne kept noticing that tremendous dog--he just sat there like a statue, not moving a muscle. But she got the feeling he was staring directly at her.
"What's the dog's name, Mr. Alberman?" she asked. "He's really beautiful. Doberman Pinscher, right?"
Jason whistled for the massive animal to come over, and the dog instantly obeyed. He looked even bigger standing up, and Anne un-consciously backed away when he came near.
He stopped still in his tracks, a fierce growl coming from between his bared teeth.
"Sit, Odin, sit!" commanded Jason, and the animal dropped to his haunches without hesitation. "Don't be afraid of him, Anne. It's just that he's trained to sense trouble... and when you backed away like that, he thought some-thing was wrong. He can tell when things aren't just right... that's why I take him with me everywhere I go. He gets more attention than I do. In my business, an animal like Odin can be a real asset."
"What business is that?" asked Anne. And as an afterthought, "If that's any of my business."
"Oh, there's nothing secretive about it. I'm in the wholesale jewelry business. And some-times I carry a lot of diamonds with me. Jewel thieves think twice about tangling with a beast like Odin. Even the name scares them-he was a Viking god, you know."
Anne couldn't take her eyes off the incredible animal; he was perfectly formed, a museum-specimen of a dog, solid muscle from the end of his nose to the tip of his tail."
"... he weighs nearly a hundred and twenty-five pounds," continued Jason. "Extremely big for his breed. He's not a purebred or anything, though. They're too temperamental and high-strung. It wouldn't do for me to have a nervous dog around... might bite off somebody's arm, and that would be costly."
He seemed to be watching the girls, cautiously eyeing them for any unwarranted moves. Odin obviously knew his job thoroughly, and did it well.
Jason wasn't wasting any time-as Pat finished her first drink, his hand slipped slowly up from around her waist, and clamped tightly around the soft, bulging mound of her breast, squeezing it fondly through the fabric of her dress. She giggled innocently as his hand caressed her and pulled away from him coyly. But he persisted, and in moments, his hand was inside her dress, warmly fondling her flesh, his lips planted wetly on hers.
He eased his hand down her hard, flat belly, still inside the dress, and worked his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She shivered visibly as he made contact with the soft, sparse mound of her pubic hair. She made a weak, half-hearted effort to stop him, but soon his probing fingers were gently exploring the fleshy ridges around her warm, inviting slit.
"He whispered something in her ear, and again she giggled, then answered him with a fond, affectionate pat just below his belt, where his pants bulged obviously in a stiff, throbbing ridge. He led her, unresisting, to a long, deep sofa at the far end of the room, away from the orange brightness of the crackling fire.
"Looks like those two hit it off okay," said Billings, "I guess that leaves you and me, honey."
Anne chilled at the thought of this obscene little man pawing her like a cheap whore. His eyes squinted when he talked, his mind apparently focused on the multitude of pleasing diversions he had already planned for the evening. "You are the one who needs five hundred dollars, aren't you?"
"How did you know about that?" exclaimed Anne. "How did you find out?"
"Pat told me when we talked on the phone this afternoon. I gave her the directions for getting here. She said you had to have the money for something urgent."
Anne was still confused. "She didn't say any-thing to me about talking to you. This doesn't make any sense."
Billings laughed. "Don't let it get you all worked up. She was just trying to help out. I told her I had something special in mind, but I was offering a little bonus on the side-money Alice Horne can't get her hands on."
"And just what is this something special you're talking about?" asked Anne. "I haven't said I'd go along with anything yet. Pat told me nothing about this... this... "
"Okay, okay. Finish your drink and I'll make you another... you might need it."
* * *
She was on her fourth gin and tonic, and any worries she might have had were securely tucked away, obscured by the liquor from the double-strength drinks he'd been mixing. Will had found the cord for the stereo, and now the soft strains of some Hollywood orchestra filled the cozy lodge, the music whirring in her head as she flopped comfortably on the other sofa, her long legs propped on the coffee table.
There was only an occasional moan from across the room, and hidden in the shadows, Anne could make out the dim figures of two, writhing, interlocked bodies, pistoning furiously as one-Pat's long, trim legs spread wide and straight up in the air like twin masts of sailing schooner.
After awhile, Will moved closer to her, dropping his arm nonchalantly around her shoulders. "That's pretty good booze, huh? Really packs a wallop."
Anne's eyes had been closed, her mind whirling like a carousel, spinning wildly round and round the room. "What... oh, yeah... it's powerful stuff, all right. I don't think I could stand up... "
His fingers began to ease down the smooth softness of her bare arm. "About that money you need... You want it pretty bad, don't you? Bad enough to do just about anything to get it?"
Anne was struggling to follow his words, but somehow they all seemed to run together meaninglessly. Slowly, she was able to sort them into something that made sense.
"Oh... the money... I'd nearly forgotten." He could see the shapely outline of her firm breast, bulging through the fabric, and he tried to imagine how she would look standing stripped before him, with nothing to hide those luscious, soft mounds from his view. She looked numbly at him, her eyes glazed from the alcohol, and his sneering grin broadened.
"Take your clothes off," he ordered.
She only sat there, not comprehending what he'd said.
"Take 'em off," he repeated.
Anne rose unsteadily to her feet, balancing with one knee braced against the low table. Obediently, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders. Will's eyes widened noticeably as her full naked breast came into view, her hard, young nipples jutting proudly, her flesh smooth and tight. She looked at him through half-closed, bleary eyes, mindlessly following his orders.
She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving only her thin, white panties guarding her nakedness. Her legs were long and smooth, twin golden stems that tapered sensuously from the warm, milky softness of her thighs.
"The panties too," he barked, reclining on his sofa like a king on his throne, commanding his newest slave-girl to undress for his amusement.
Her head was still reeling, but the numbness was beginning to wear thin, and she hesitated at stripping off the last garment, still only dimly aware of what she was doing.
He found her sudden shyness entertaining, as she vainly maneuvered to cover her firm, bulging breasts with her arms. "You want the money, don't you?"
Anne nodded drunkenly, and dutifully pushed her panties down over her harrow hips, then rolled them down over her naked legs.
He unzipped the fly of his trousers and pulled his limp fore-skinned member out into the open. Then he freed the remaining snap, and opened his hair-covered pelvis to her view, his cock lying flaccidly over the leathery sac of his testicles.
"Get down on your knees... " He waited for her to obey him. "Suck my cock awhile... get it good and hard."
The sudden, shattering awareness of what he wanted her to do cut through the haze of alcohol like a sharp knife. "No, please... I can't... " She trembled as she looked at his hideous, fleshy penis arching from his hairy loins and dangling limply between his legs. "Let me have another drink first... maybe then... " She knew her only hope was the un-knowing, senseless shelter of the alcohol-that only by hiding under its stupefying shroud could she possibly follow his orders.
She tried to think only of the money... Of Bob, and the kids they would one day have... Of getting out from under this nightmarish burden once and for all.
She lowered herself reluctantly to his knees, her hand on his leg, just inches from the heavy, throbbing knob.
He slid forward until his limp prick was immediately in front of her dry lips. "Suck it! If you want that money, suck me off!"
Slowly, her lips trembling, she grasped the length of his soft rubbery prick, raised its head, and lowered her mouth to it.
"Not that way. Skin it back first and lick it a little. I want it nice and wet!"
As he watched, she gently pulled back the thick, fleshy outer layer, stripping it back to-ward its base, causing the swollen, blood-filled head to slip teasingly from its heavy protective sheath; then her warm, pink tongue licked tenderly at its throbbing underside, rolling the hardening shaft with her moistened lips until it glistened from her saliva. She caught a tiny drop of semen hidden in the tiny hole in the bulbous tip.
A shuddering chill of sadistic delight surged over him as he felt his cock jerking erect, her lips opened to take in its limp state, slipping the half-hardened member between her wet lips, until he could feel his hairy pelvis tight against her face and lips, her tongue circling his cock maddeningly as it grew harder and harder.
"Now you've got it... suck it, you little bitch... Suck it!" His eyes narrowed as he groaned the words at her, his hands holding her bobbing head securely centered on his swelling prick.
His head tossed back against the rear of the sofa, he shoved his loins against her face, his cock hardening and swelling to its full, immense length, her elastic lips ovaled as the glistening shaft slipped easily into the warm, wet shelter of her mouth, her soft tongue swirling hungrily around the throbbing head in the soft, liquid confines of her throat.
"Squeeze my balls... Squeeze 'em bitch!"
She obeyed, warmly caressing the swollen sac cupped gently between her two hands as she sucked ever hungrily under the ever-swelling huge cock. Her fingers slipped under the sperm-filled reservoir and teasingly flicked at the hair-ringed, brown hole of his anus, sending new shivers of ecstatic delight racing along his spine.
She felt the throbbing member swelling in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed to contain it all, as he began to gasp and groan. She knew it would only be seconds before the huge, thick shaft gushed its white, sticky load into her mouth, flooding her throat passage and choking her as the hot, seething liquid surged between her ovaled lips. She wanted more than anything on earth to spit this obscene prick from her mouth... to run as far away from this nightmare as she could... but she knew it was hopeless. She couldn't stop now... she had to please him-to choke if necessary to gulp down all his seething sperm.
Oh God, why doesn't he get it over with! Let me finish this awful act! Please!
Will felt the agonizing pressure building in his swollen balls, and knew it was about to happen... Any second his painfully hardened prick would blast its scorching load against the back of her throat. He could feel his whole body tensing for the coming moment... and he knew he couldn't hold back a minute longer.
He watched eagerly as his wet, glistening cock slithered from between her taut, pursed lips as she pulled her head back, her moist, fleshy lips clinging to its hard, stiff shaft as she raised, then lowered her head to take it all back into the warmness of her mouth. Her full, firm tits swayed and bobbed from side to side beneath her, her tender, young nipples ripe and hard now as she sucked frantically on his long, glistening shaft.
"Suck hard! Suck hard NOW! I'm going to cum!"
He grabbed her tiny head roughly and shoved it down over his long, stiff shaft, thrusting his loins forward to ram the swollen, bulbous head far down her throat. And then it started... like a surging, hot flood boiling deep in his balls. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" he moaned, and it spurt wildly into her throat from the throbbing tip of the savagely bucking rod while he watched in wide-eyed disbelief as she swallowed hungrily again and again, her pointed tongue swirling furiously as he continued to squirt his hot, thick load far back into the depths of her throat. Cold chills of sadism rippled through him as he watched her eagerly gulp down every precious drop of his life-giving sperm, squeezing his balls tenderly as they emptied into her hungry throat. She licked every trace of it from his deflating shaft, and finally, the rubbery knob slipped wetly from her clasping lips.
She looked up at him desperately, like a wounded animal, a thin trail of his sperm still moistening the corner of her mouth. "Did I earn the money?... Can I have it now?"
"I've had better," he sneered down at her. "But you did all right, I suppose."
"But... the money... what about the money?" There were tears streaming from the edges of her eyes. "You promised."
He shoved her away roughly with his foot, knocking her back so that she fell, naked, on the carpet. She quickly regained her bearings and rose to her knees.
"You'll get your money. Just like I promised," he said, "I'm not a man to go back on my word. Only, you're not finished yet. You don't get the money until you've done everything I want you to."
He kicked off his pants, shoved down around his knees, and walked over to the bar. There was still no sound from Pat and Jason, but he could see they were lying very still, Pat stretched listlessly beside the sofa, her bare arms behind her head.
Wonder if she was a good fuck, he asked himself... I'll find out before the night's over, that's for sure...
"Here... have another drink," he offered. "You're going to need it." He sat back down on the sofa, Anne still sprawled on the floor at his feet. She took the tall glass firmly between her hands and gulped the soothing liquor down her ravaged throat, cleansing away the slippery sperm from the inside of her mouth. Slowly, as the alcohol took hold, she began to retreat back into the safe, numbing shelter she'd found for herself; and as before, there was security in the numbing sanctuary.
Her fears stripped away quickly this time, and gradually she began to come alive again. She climbed to her feet and dropped back into a big, plush chair, directly across from Billings. She draped one leg casually over the upholstered arm, giving him a clear, unimpeded view of her moist, pink pussy.
Goddamn him! I'd like to see him down on his fat, blubbery belly crawling like he made me crawl!... I'd show him... her mind reeled drunkenly.
He pointed lamely to the bar when she reached the bottom of the glass. "There's more on the counter. Help yourself." He turned to see if there was any sign of life from the other end of the long room. "Hey, Jason, old buddy! You about finished down there? I'm ready for the main attraction."
There was a mumbling groan from the darkened corner.
"It looked like to me we've had the main show. You ought to be all tuckered after that." Anne heard Pat laughing softly, and her face turned bright crimson.
They were watching! They were both looking at me down on my knees... sucking that horrible thing like an animal!
"Where's that monster of yours, Jason," shouted Billings. "Get him down here."
Anne watched in wonderment as Jason and Pat, both naked, came toward her, Jason holding the enormous beast by his studded collar. He gave the command, and the big dog settled quietly at his feet.
"Here's your next partner, honey," laughed Jason, his paunch stomach quivering as he shook. "What'ya think, Odin, is she your kind of woman?"
The huge animal barked loudly, his stubby tail ticking like a metronome.
"You're in luck. I think he likes you."
She watched in disbelief of what she had heard as he lowered his hand to the dog's huge head, rubbing it affectionately and a shiver of horrified revulsion surged through her when it began to dawn on her what she was supposed to do to earn the money that would set her free. "No! No! I won't do it! Not for five hundred dollars! Not for any amount of money!" she screamed. "You can't ask me to do that!"
She'd heard whispers about women with dogs-but she never dreamed they really happened. No one on earth could make her do this horrible, filthy thing!
"Anne," said Pat, "Remember the money. And what it's for." She pulled her aside, away from the ears of the two men. "You can't back out now. It's your only way... I know how you must feel, but believe me, it's not so bad once... "
Anne's eyes widened in amazement. "Not so bad! You mean you've done it? With a dog! My God, Pat, how could you?"
"Now don't start preaching at me. I saw you down there chewing like a slut on his prick! Don't get all high and mighty with me!" Anne lowered her head, her eyes staring down at the floor. "You're right, Pat. It's the only way. I can't go on like this any longer. It's better to do even this than keep going like I have been... It's the only way."
She turned to the waiting men. "All right, I'm ready." She half whispered, her voice trembling in bitter surrender.
Jason chuckled to himself in anticipation of what was to come. He'd watched Odin with girls before-in the privacy of his own pent-house-and he knew what he could do. "Turn around and kneel down. Pat, toss her a pillow." Anne turned and with shame lowered eyes dropped to her knees, her full, firm buttocks facing the men. They could both see the thin hair-lined slit of her moist, pink pussy quivering between the soft, smooth mounds of her ass as she turned it up temptingly at them.
Jason quietly sank to his knees behind her, positioning his long, hard cock in the warm, soft crevice of her thighs. She jerked away involuntarily as his cock snapped stiffly up against the tender, fleshy ridges of her vagina. "Odin... in front, boy! In front! That's it... Roll over!"
Anne didn't flinch a muscle as the savage animal came to stand in front of her, then lay down and rolled on its back. The downy, fur-covered skin of his belly lay exposed to her, along with the lengthy shaft of his animal sex. At the base of the long, sheathed spear dangled his furry testicles; and slowly the realization of what was expected of her began to fill her mind.
She started to turn around, but the frightening animal growled fiercely as she moved her head. "Turn him around for a better angle, bitch. And don't move too quickly or you might lose a hand. You've got to be subtle... you know how to do that, don't you bitch?" He grabbed her around the waist and held her trembling buttocks pressed tightly against his belly. He could feel the dampness of her up-turned crotch against his flesh as she held her securely in position.
"Oh my God! No, please!... not that! Not a dog! I can't! Please have mercy! I can't!"
Jason only laughed. "You bitch! You think you're too good for Odin? Why, you're not even worthy to suck him! But you're gonna suck him... Aren't you bitch... Well, aren't you!?"
Fighting to hold back the knotting ball of nausea in her quaking belly, she reached down and took the length of his animal prick gently in her hand.
"Turn your head sideways!" Jason spat at her. "Turn it sideways so I can see it going in your mouth! Suck it!"
She refused to let herself think as she lowered her head to his warm, hard belly, his stiffening member in her hand. He growled a low growl when her head touched his belly.
Slowly, methodically she stroked it, shutting out her mind to what she was doing, while the beast lay quietly on his back, a soft animal whine coming from deep in his throat. Suddenly, it appeared-the tapered, glistening rod tip of his cock, ever oozing from its furry sheath.
"Now! Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" he hissed down at her. Pat and Billings watched in astonishment as she let the slender, tapered forepart of the animal's prick slide between her soft, moist lips and into her mouth.
It slid wetly over her tongue until it reached the back of her throat, and she submissively began to use her tongue to swirl it in the warm confines of her mouth. Surprisingly, there was nothing more than a sweet, tangy taste to the slippery pink member, perhaps more palatable than the man cock she'd just tasted. She sucked and twirled the gleaming shaft between her lips, and the animal responded slightly to her, his legs flailing the air rapidly and she moved her hands to his fur covered testicles, scratching lightly with her fingertips as he stepped up his deep, thrusting rhythm, a slight high-pitched whine coming from his throat.
If it had any taste, it must have been mild and delicate, she decided through the fog of the alcohol. The smoothly tapered length of his thickening shaft shot into her mouth in perfect, pulsing rhythm. She closed her teeth, not to hurt, but swirling her tongue as excitement of her own at what she was doing began to well inside her.
"Suck it, you cunt!" shouted Jason, spreading the fleshy cheeks of her squirming buttocks as he held her tightly around her smooth thighs, gaping at the tightly-puckered entrance of her brown hairless anus. "Suck it hard!"
Pat lowered her naked form to the floor, not taking her eyes for an instant from the incredible lascivious spectacle of her girlfriend sucking an animal unfolding in the dim, orange glow of the fire. She turned away only when a log split loudly in half, filling the hearth with a spray of blazing cinders.
Jason's cock shot out like a flagpole. He reached down and drew back the thick, fleshy outer-skin, then moved in closer to Anne's wiggling buttocks, drawing the throbbing head upward, lubricating it in the warm juices of her pussy as he drew it through the tight flanges of her moistened vaginal slit. He worked it back again, and drew it through the fleshy crevice once more before placing it at the mouth of her tight, defensively clenching anus.
"Put it in!" he ordered, "Take your hand and stick my cock in you!"
Her hand came back, and he watched eagerly as she grasped it firmly and forced its head into the tight round ring of her rectal opening. He felt her jump with pain, but she didn't cry out.
He nearly gasped aloud himself as the tight, velvety passage sucked his hardened penis in with a wet slurping sound, the tight ring clasping at the head of his throbbing prick and drawing it into the warm, tender folds of her rear passage. He gave his cock a little flick, and she groaned as it disappeared down the forbidden channel.
Anne felt the hot shaft surging upward into her back passage and momentarily she had to gasp, but the incredible delight of the hot, animal cock fucking into her mouth as if mechanically was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined. Suddenly it tasted like honey to her, and the way it plunged smoothly into her mouth was driving her out of her mind. Jason's cock boring savagely into her anus was only painful, some-thing she could take or do without. But Odin's hardened prick thrusting into her mouth was something else... soon he would squirt his own life into her with his warm, animal sperm... and she had to have it... she really wanted it!
Maybe she was losing her mind after all... maybe it was already too late, but that was what she-wanted and she sucked and tongued his thrusting prick ravenously while Jason burrowed ruthlessly into the depth of her back pas-sage... so far into the velvety tunnel that she could hear his balls slapping resoundingly against the soft tenderness of her cunt below as he bucked wildly into the tightly-grasping anal hole.
Pat and Will couldn't believe their eyes... they sat mesmerized, wondering if it were all some incredible, sensuous hallucination... This helplessly writhing young girl being shared by an animal and a man, both thrusting their sex viciously into opposite ends of her tortured fleshy spears.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" she gasped around the prick pistoning into her ovaled lips as Jason, clutching her firmly by two bruised ridges of flesh he'd squeezed together from the softness of her thighs, rammed his cock into the rubbery forbidden depths of her anus, pushing the soft, pliable walls aside before it as he sank the en-tire length of his prick deep in the warm, constricting rectum.
Now she had to gasp for breath, unable to escape the sudden agony that seemed to be splitting her thighs apart back there.
She was skewered painfully to the hilt of his sadistic cock and he was showing her no mercy, not even giving her brutally stretched rectal passage a chance to become adjusted to the thick, hot shaft that filled it like a tree trunk. The agony was unbearable, she didn't know how much longer she could take it...
Jason murmured something unintelligible to himself, his eyes half-closed, as the warm, soft flesh of her flattened buttocks pressed tightly against his sweat-soaked loins, while he watched Odin's stiffened scarlet prick plunging wet and gleaming between her ovaled clasping lips, his strong, sinewy flanks jerking spasmodically as she stretched at his dangling animal balls with one hand.
Christ, this is unbelievable... She's too much!
He thrust forward into her tightly puckered passage and his eyes focused on the hardened shaft of his prick that disappeared completely in the wide-stretched hole between her upraised, squirming mounds. He grunted again and drew it out a little, watching with sadistic lust as tiny pink ridges of her velvety flesh were drawn out with it and then disappeared inside again with his inward thrust. His breathing became faster and harder, as he began sawing into her smooth clasping channel with deep, rhythmic thrusts, each time burying his swollen shaft to the hilt in her backside.
"Unh, unh... unh, unh," Anne moaned around the huge animal's ever-growing prick in her mouth, as she knelt slave-like before him. Jason knew she was losing all control... that she had totally surrendered her will. She was jerking back against his lewd, cruel sodomizing of her anus as though she were suddenly reveling in the perverted ravishment of her rectum.
Obviously the pain was all gone, and she was sucking the animal cock with apparent insane delight, while with the other hand she was reaching back between her own spread thighs and fingering her throbbing clitoris, squirming her ass back on his impaling shaft as shivers of pure savage passion raced through her writhing body.
Damn, he swore he'd never seen anything like this in his life! Pat and Will were dumb-founded, and Pat felt an ever-widening circle of dampness spreading beneath her own genitals on the carpet, as she watched incredulously the lewd, perverse exhibition just a few feet away.
Jason gaped at his vicious white prick disappearing and reappearing as he drove it in all the way into her wildly gyrating buttocks with each lunging, sadistic plunge. Not a bit of it could he see as he buried it fiendishly into the tight, stretched rectal passage, its blood-filled throbbing head straining far up into her warm, quivering belly.
Harder and harder she sucked at the beast's wildly pistoning shaft while her fingers deftly fondled the widespread split of her wet pussy, and he felt her tighten her buttocks, as if to hold him deep inside her, imbedded in her hot, raging belly until she could be satisfied. That was all he could stand... he began pounding into the gaping crevice of her salaciously wiggling buttocks furiously, every ounce of his energy behind his every vicious thrust.
Nothing else mattered to Anne any more-only her shattering awareness of an uncontrollable desire where the shame and abject humiliation from the vile and despicable acts he was subjecting her to should have been. And her all-consuming desire to fulfill that desire was building... ever building deep inside her and she sensed the quickening of his frantic assault up into her oval passage as the agonizing pagan need in her belly and loins cried out for release. She buffeted back against his driving cock like the insatiable bitch she had become, while she sucked and tongued the delicious animal prick fucking wildly into her throat-the slim, tapered tip burrowing far back against the back of her hungry mouth. She felt the uncontrollable little whining mewls of passion slipping from her clasped, sucking lips, coming up from somewhere deep in her ravaged throat. She was almost there... almost there!
Suddenly, Odin's incessant whimpering grew louder, his massive sinewy body beginning to jerk convulsively and Anne's mouth was flooded with a great flood of hot, thick liquid which choked her and slithered salaciously down her desperately gulping throat. Hungrily, her body suddenly lost to the evil, insatiable desire, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed as the big animal whined and jerked once more, and her whole, tortured being was filled with perverted sensations of masochistic rapture... and as quickly did the organ begin to lose its rigidity, deflating as it withdrew from her mouth, until she felt the satiated beast roll from beneath her and get to its feet.
"God, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Yes... oh my God, yes!... Nowww! NOW!"
Her hips forced themselves back frantically as the battering cock worked demonically with vicious, brutal strokes into her anus, making her strain and groan as the incredible pressure mounted to its peak and burst. She never in a million years would have dreamed that this man could do this to her... that he could ever know such wanton abandonment with a man like this, with her body contorting and convulsively in her orgasm that seemed to be endless... blissfully going on and on and on. She was hopelessly gone! Nothing else mattered in this world... just the deliciously gratifying pleasures rippling through her long denied body.
"Oooohhhhhh... aaaaaahhh," she groaned contentedly, her senses dulled to all around her as her brain staggered under the awesome intensity of her orgasm, her body shivering in beautiful overwhelming release. Then she heard Jason gasp loudly for air, thrusting in so hard she thought his massive prick would rip through her belly, and in her blurred state she moaned with the slight chilling shock of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her upraised buttocks and then a great seething surge of hot, swirling semen shot far up into her rectum, filling her quaking belly almost to the brim.
She heard another gasping sigh of relief, and felt his pulling away and but of her, until a welcomed rush of cool air brushed against the emptied hole of her anus, and she, too, collapsed on the floor, her breasts heaving against the softness of the carpet beneath her.
Anne lay very still, her face flat against the floor, the agonizing reality of what she had done slowly enveloping her once more as she heard the others quietly moving back to their chairs. No one said anything, still dazed from the unbelievably lewd display of passion they'd so eagerly watched. She turned her head to look at Jason, her face still on the floor, and saw that unmistakable look of disgust and contempt masking his sordid, twisted face. She'd really expected that after what she'd done; there was no sign of mercy in his filthy, scheming heart.
Jason pulled five crisp bills from his pants pocket, and tossed them on the floor, just out of her reach. "There's your money! Crawl for it, dog-sucker! Crawl for it! You've earned it, bitch! Go get it!" he sneered.
Feebly, she eased her still-trembling frame toward the money, and clutched it limply in her hand.
"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, and climbed slowly to her feet. Odin was stretched out regally at Jason's feet, his mouth half-open as he panted happily, contentedly watching her as she pulled her naked, bruised body onto the sofa.
"Did you like that, Odin?" asked Jason, an evil leer on his lips. "How about it boy, how was she?"
The huge animal barked loudly, rising up onto his front legs. She heard the others laughing as she wearily closed her eyes.
Oh God, what have I become... What kind of a perverted sewer have I dragged myself into! Is this the way I'm to spend the rest of my life... Is this all I have to look forward to! God no! I've got my money and I'm going to use it!
CHAPTER NINE
Anne tearfully lifted her pain-wracked body from her own bed, slowly easing her bruised thighs over the edge and climbing to her feet. She glanced at the clock, almost afraid to know what time it was.
Eight o'clock! That meant sixteen hours had somehow slipped by since Pat brought her home from the lodge at four A.M.
Thank God Bob is out of town! How on earth could I ever explain this!
She hobbled groggily into the kitchen, and poured herself a cold glass of orange juice from the plastic pitcher in the refrigerator. The acid liquid stung bitterly as it moistened her dry, cracked lips.
She tried first to remember what had happened... then thought better of it-the memories were still too fresh, too painful. Every-thing blurred together anyway, in a smearing, lurid tableau of perversions that dragged on until nearly three in the morning. It all fused horribly in a blur of hands, lips and animal genitals... a sensual nightmare she wouldn't be able to forget.
It was dark again outside-as it had been when she came in. She'd missed an entire day in her body's insatiable craving for long, cleansing sleep-sleep that would give her ravaged mind and body time to forget, time to rejuvenate.
She looked longingly at the phone-hoping Bob would call. She wondered if he was all right... if he was safe.
What if he called last night? What if he's been trying all night to reach me? Oh God, what would I tell him...
She glanced back at the empty bed... at the smooth unrumpled side where Bob should have been. Oh, how she missed him! How she missed his cuddling warmth there beside her in the dark of night.
If only this plan of Pat's worked... if only her friend can find a way to bring this agonizing nightmare to an end...
Anne remembered giving the money to Pat, just before they pulled to a stop in front of her apartment. But that was as much as she could piece together.
She toasted a couple of pieces of bread and drenched them in butter; then retreated once again to the comfortable shelter of the bedroom. Her whole plundered crotch ached with a soreness that she could feel all over her body as she walked. She felt as though she had been impaled on a fencepost and left to die.
Anne sank dejectedly into the softness of her two piled pillows, and switched on the bedside lamp. She lay a long while-dreaming of a better time, when she and Bob were head-over-heels in love, and nothing else existed on the face of the earth... when their lives were only their own, not shared by some dirty little war or by a cunning, vicious tyrant of a woman... a woman who had succeeded in turning her into a cheap, groveling slut... a blind, mindless sex machine so completely under her maniacal control.
She finished her juice, and brushed the breadcrumbs from the bed, then switched off the light. Burning tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay quietly... crying to herself in the darkness.
Oh God, let there be a way out for me! Please.
* * *
Later, Anne leaped nearly out of bed instinctively-her heart pounding as her sleeping mind recorded something amiss-something that didn't belong. She sat stiffly upright in bed, feeling nakedly vulnerable, all alone in the darkened, empty apartment.
Then she heard it... It sounded like muffled knocking at the front door. Without turning on the lamp, she crept quietly to the living room, straining her ears to pinpoint the alien sound. She could see the phosphorescent numerals of her clock in the bedroom; amazingly, she'd slept another seven hours, and it was three o'clock in the dead stillness of night. There was not a sound filtering in from the usually noisy street outside; and she wished even for that-anything to show that she wasn't alone in the night.
This time she was certain-there was some one outside-the knocking came louder this time.
She checked the night latch... Thank God I remembered to put it on!
Anne edged cautiously toward the door. "Who's there," she asked timidly.
"Anne! Open up, it's me, Pat!"
Anne flung the door open and Pat hurried in from the chilly outdoors. She was carrying a manila folder with the flap securely tied in place.
"What are you doing out this time of night?" Anne asked. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Anne flopped into the nearest chair. "Sure... It's three o'clock. Let me catch my breath first; I'm pooped."
She relocked the door and sat down opposite her, eyeing the folder with intense curiosity. "What's all that?" she finally asked.
Pat stood up dramatically, and slowly unfastened the cardboard flap, dumping the contents onto the cocktail table.
"The tape!" Anne shrieked. "You got the tape!" She was jumping up and down like a pom-pom girl. "How'd you get it so fast? I hope it's the right one. Did everything go all right?"
Pat held up her hand. "Hold it! One question at a time... First of all-yes, this is the tape. Second, I played it on my tape recorder, and it's definitely the right one. It's got a lot of other way-out stuff on it. Alice must have pulled this same trick on some other girls. She was too cheap to buy another tape."
"What if she has another copy or some-thing?" Can't you make copies of tapes?" asked Anne, still afraid to believe it could be really true.
"Well, it's possible. But I don't think so. I'm pretty sure this is the one and only copy. But you haven't said anything about the rest of this mess."
Anne studied the assortment of cards and papers dumped haphazardly on the table. "Yeah, I was going to ask you about that. What is it?"
Pat held her chin high in a mock sneer. "You should have known to expect the best when you deal with pros. I don't have any friends who do sloppy work."
"You still haven't explained what all this stuff is."
"It's your tickets to freedom, Anne sweetie," explained Pat. "Those cards are the records of every assignment you've had-client's names, addresses, the works. There's enough there to put Alice Horne in ice for twenty years." Anne still couldn't believe it was happening. All these weeks of hoping and praying had somehow paid off. "How can I ever thank you enough, Pat?" Her eyes were getting blurry again. "I... I don't know how I would have gotten out of this without you."
"It was nothing," shrugged Pat. "Don't forget it was me who got you into this in the first place. If I hadn't been dumb enough to turn on that tape recorder, all of this would never have happened."
Tears were streaming openly down Anne's cheeks now. "None of that matters... that's all in the past. This is what counts. Oh, thank you, Pat! Thank you so very, very much!"
CHAPTER TEN
The sun dawned in a fiery burst of gold-brighter this morning, of all mornings, than any Anne could remember. The first beams of morning sunlight flashed across the sky and reflected warmly off the snow-covered pines that lined the mountainside.
It had been nearly two weeks since the tape was taken from the safe in Alice Horne's office, and Anne knew now, for certain, that the terrible nightmare was finally over. It hadn't been necessary to confront Alice with the goods-she took her cue obligingly and disappeared without so much as a trace. She'd heard the whole story from Carol, who'd dropped by one afternoon and found only an empty office where Mrs. Horne's thriving operation had once been. It was speculated that she'd gone to another city-somebody said Atlanta, that they'd heard of an operation like hers springing up there-but to Anne, it didn't really matter. The only thing that counted was that she was gone-and along with her bitter, painful memories Anne was once afraid would always be a part of her life.
So far, Bob hadn't said much about this sudden renewed vitality his young wife had discovered. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. Those few days away had convinced him that, no matter what, he needed her. And nothing she could do would ever change that.
His suspicions were still there-perhaps he'd never rid himself of those. But whatever it was, it was apparently gone, and that was all that mattered.
The sky now glowed bright blue as the sun gradually illuminated the whole broad expanse of the mountain valley sprawled at their feet.
Anne snuggled cozily against Bob's side, warm and sheltered in the hot blast of the car's heater as they headed into the Rockies fox a honeymoon they'd somehow always missed before.
The frigid air was still as they stepped from the car, a few hundred feet from the Green-view Inn, their long-awaited destination. There were only a few cars in the big parking lot, a few other hardy off-season travelers like them-selves. Bob put his arms fondly around her waist as they walked to the main lodge, their breath freezing in an icy fog in the post-dawn cold.
He rang the bell, and an old, warmly wrinkled man peered out from behind the shade.
"I'm Bob Hartley... And this is my wife Anne. We had reservations," explained Bob. The elderly man smiled knowingly and motioned them into the office. He had been lighting the oil stove when they pulled in, he explained, and he apologized for the damp chill. Bob signed the register and the man showed them their bungalow, the last log cabin on the gravel path, overlooking the lake miles below in the frozen valley.
Bob moved the car as close as he could, and they struggled the last few feet with their luggage, treading cautiously on the frozen snow that shattered in thick sheets under their feet.
"Oh, Bob it's beautiful," sighed Anne. "I think it might be the most beautiful place I've ever seen. Look at the lake down there... it's frozen solid. And look there! Way down at the end of the lake... there's somebody fishing through the ice!"
Bob slid the last of the bag through the ca-bin's doorway. "You've got better eyes than I have. I can't see anything but some tiny dots... Come on in before you catch pneumonia out here."
Anne didn't need to be asked twice, and she hurried up the wooden stairs and into the tiny cabin. The kerosene heater had obviously been going for some time, and the one room dwelling was as warm as toast inside.
Bob tossed himself on the bed, sprawling his arms and legs in every direction, stretching to get rid of his road fatigue. Anne stretched out beside him, her breasts pressed hard against his side.
Bob looked deeply into her eyes and tenderly slipped his hand under the bottom of her sweater. His hands were like ice on her bare flesh, but it didn't matter. Anne lifted herself from the waist, and pulled the thick, wool sweater over her head, letting her firm breasts fall free. Her nipples hardened instantly as they reached the open air.
Suddenly her desire for him ached desperately in her belly, and she wanted more than any-thing to feel him inside her... to be a part of him, and for him to be part of her. She threw her arms around him, flattening her naked breasts against his chest.
"Love me, Bob darling... Love me like you've never loved me before! And don't ever, ever stop...!"
