Enter now the world of the sensuous. The world of girls obsessed by sex-sex in all its many facets.
ONE who loves her son-too much?
TWO who enjoys teaching-and teasing.
THREE who cannot hear the warning-of violence and degradation.
FOUR who plays on daddy's lap-and....
FIVE who takes part in strange games.
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They are brought together now in one volume. These five girls obsessed with sex.
Twisted in the Scorpion's mesh.
Tangled in the Scorpion's net.
Stung by the Scorpion's tail-
Who have nothing in common but a lust and blood drive.
The First Girl Fight:
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MY SON-MY LOVER
... 1892....
Unannounced to anyone, plans were in the making-soon to realize fruition....
One of the prettiest girls in Hagen County, Adele Ashton was courted, early, by every eligible bachelor from the surrounding area. Like a small-town Cinderella, it was expected that the rather intelligent, petite beauty would wed one of the most handsome, bright young princes available and move to a big city. As he began a notable career, Adele would be by his side to make him proud of her abilities at social entertaining and the finer things in life....
Then Adele was married to George Benchley on her sixteenth birthday. When bluntly asked the reason for this incomprehensible alliance by those brave enough to question, a flushed bride kept a tight lip and displayed a facial hardness that had never appeared before.
As for George Benchley, he was handsome in his own right, well-built, kind, heir to his father's large farm, and a considerable amount of capital. However, his marrying another, less fortunate girl-one who would enjoy a farm life-unable to find someone better, would have been acceptable by those who set themselves up to judge. But everyone agreed-Adele Ashton was the last they would've chosen for the one cruelly referred to as the...."town idiot!"
Yet Adele was relegated to this existence and went to live with George and his parents on the farm, abruptly reduced from a parcel of six hundred to four hundred acres, the missing land being signed over to the suddenly affluent girl's father. Aggravated by rumors and protesting vehemently, Paul Ashton produced a bill-of-sale. But most insisted Adele Ashton had been bartered for two hundred acres of land!
Paul Ashton received what he so desperately wanted-and so did George Benchley, Sr.: the possibility of a normal, healthy heir to carry on the once-proud name of Benchley, conceived by an intelligent, well-balanced daughter-in-law ... and his own...."failure"....
His parents were relieved that at least George was not backward when it came to consummating his marriage. To Adele's disgust, however, she received his embrace with frigid apprehension. As she felt each thrust of the organ deep within her vagina, a frightening thought entered her already tortured brain. What if she did became pregnant? What if. ... She couldn't complete her questioning. The very idea was as appalling as the drooling man above her!
A few months later her fears were realized as the county physician forced a pitiable smile and congratulated the soon-to-be parents....More than just feeling the undying shame of being this man's wife, Adele knew her suffering would last an eternity, awaiting the time when she could be sure of her offspring's normalcy-or....
Forbidding anyone else to help, Adele Benchley and her child prepared the grave in a wooded clearing on their farm. With pick-axes, the pair chipped away at the frozen earth, making sure to go deep enough, the full six feet, before lowering the coffin and George Benchley to his final resting place.
Don, his fourteen-year-old son, had laboriously worked on a marker for the plot, regardless of his mothers minor protests: "This is nineteen-o-six. We'll remember when he died!" Nevertheless, the marker now stood against a nearby tree, ready for its placement. So was George, who prematurely passed away) victim of a freak accident at the age of thirty-four....
Adele had always scolded him for his bad memory and lack of concentration. Many times he had left the bam unlocked, allowing the livestock to roam off at night. He would forget about an oil lamp or a cigar butt he put down, thrice causing one section of the farm or another to burn out of control. Almost to the point of unbelievability, he would forget mealtimes, what to plant, when to harvest, to feed the animals, to attend social functions, holidays, birthdays, anniversaries....
Then on an afternoon when his wife had suddenly decided to go into town George forgot the broken latch on the barn door and locked himself inside. He also forgot his favorite stallion, who had been acting strange lately. But most important, he had forgotten to secure the horse in his stall!
In apparent shock Adele Benchley took her husband's death in resignation. She found him early that evening and stood by the crushed body for a few moments-before taking the horse outside and shooting him.
Fate, she decided to tell everyone, in order to avoid questions, that fate and God's mercy took him. It was meant to be. She and George had a decent life together, owning the farm after his parents had passed away, rearing a normal, healthy fourteen-year-old boy who was almost a man himself. Besides, she would add for good measure, George was "slipping fast!" Bravely, the thirty-year-old widow buried her husband, bid goodbye to the mourners, took Don's hand in hers and smiled at the puzzled, handsome lad. "Everything'll be all right now, my boy," she assured him as they went in to dinner.
That night Don wondered why his mother had not shed one tear since the accident. However, his ears finally picked up the guttural cries from the room next to his. The funeral was over, he realized. Now she could bare her soul in the solitude of her bedroom. Yet he was unable to sleep. His mother had told him he was the man of die family now. With that, he was sure, came many responsibilities which he had not counted on!
"Don," he heard Adele call from his open door. "Don, are you asleep?"
"N ... no, Ma. What's the matter?"
"I'm so lonely, Don," she whined. He looked up and saw her framed in the doorway. The bright moonlight seemed to pierce the negligee she wore, silhouetting her well-shaped figure. "We need to comfort each other. Come to my bed," she coaxed. "After all, you're the man of the family now."
"Okay," he obliged, taking his position very seriously. He bounced out of bed and followed Adele.
"Get in," she told him while going under the sheets, holding them up for his quick entry.
Bashful yet expectant, Don obeyed as she urged him closer. She turned on her side and backed into him. "Now, put your arm around me-comfort me." She took his hand and placed it against her flat stomach, forcing Don to lie on his side and come against her. Instantly, she began wiggling her hips and backing into him until his middle and chest were being rubbed vigorously.
Don enjoyed the warmth of her body-especially on this bitter cold night-and felt excited over the reaction in his crotch. For a moment he wished he were alone-always fascinated when his penis would grow thick and long, not knowing why but enjoying it immensely.
He couldn't remember when or why he started to play with himself-there was no reason to-just that it felt good-so why not? Farm life was a simple, uncomplicated existence, regardless of Adele's persistence that he go to school and learn-learn-learn! However, his father had always been a good counterbalance and advocated thrills, pleasure and excitement. At this young age Don appreciated the latter and realized no shame in his harmless "fantasex." He participated whenever and wherever possible.
Although doing quite well in school, alleviating his mother's hidden fears, Don was anxious to learn about life and enjoyed being on the farm, or fishing, or in the woods, studying the wildlife and the deer that abounded in the area. Everything was a wonder book of knowledge and he could remember every species of animal life-their habits of feeding, sleeping, mating, migration-the gamut of existence....
With this knowledge the youth also realized his own evolutionary processes-what had passed what was to be. He identified, almost frantically, with the animal world and lived in proximity with the same.
As he lay beside his mother, her constant pressing and brushing made his organ become inflamed. Soon Don was feeling that sense of frustration which had plagued his youthful body these past months. Of course, he had his "fantasexual" moments which extended to three and four releases a day. But this didn't seem to be enough. There was a need-a need to share his pleasure-to "do things-to fulfill his curiosity....
Don had stopped in the middle of his harvesting chores. Nearby, one of the calves began nursing his mother. The boy had seen this type of activity before but never wondered about it. Now he looked on with interest, feeling the quick heat in his loins. Instinct told him that a new type of "fun" could be his.
Dropping his basket, the fourteen-year-old ventured closer to the animals. "Eeahh-eeahh!" he began to shout, scaring the calf away, then catching up with him, running ahead, receiving the playful animal's interest until the calf was chasing the boy ... into the barn. Inside, the game reversed. Don cornered the animal in one of the stalls. At first, he tried to scamper away ... until the human being commenced a strange movement, rubbing his front, speaking in soft, nervous tones.
Don urged the calf forward while quickly unbuttoning the front of his jeans. With little coaxing the innocent animal came closer, opening his hungry mouth and wrapping it around the male's "teat."
"Hmmm...." Don sighed. Hungry for his mother's warm milk, seeming to be expectant of this long, thick "nipple," the calf increased its suction.
The boy tried to drop his pants, but the new sensual thrills were too extreme. He could just stand there, rubbing his hands over his stomach and thighs and the animal's head. Still the suction increased, the calf impatient for nutrition. Don felt the pressure-the gum-biting sending him to greater heights of pleasure. Then-suddenly-he felt his scrotum moving-tingling!
The calf received his long awaited gift, splattering into his throat with urgency. Don uttered indistinguishable moans as he shot great quantities of the white liquid, wondering if his release would ever stop-not wanting it to.
The animal sucked him dry but continued upon the organ that refused to soften. Don felt just as excited, yearning for more and anxious for his next release....
This started a daily activity between the pair-until ... A few weeks later Don took an interest in their mare. He secured her in a stall and began a careful examination. Satisfied, he put a number of boxes behind her and climbed atop. The horse looked at this activity, mildly interested, then snorted before turning back to her food trough.
"Thata girl," Don said, excited over die prospect of this new sexual pleasure. He bent over, grasping her hips, letting his penis press against her, allowing the mare to become accustomed to him. She shuffled about momentarily, lifting Don off the boxes, but settled down to receive the anxious boy. Don found that mysterious hole and shoved. Again the mare shuffled, wanting to rid herself of this intrusion. She settled in a few moments. This new being was not the black stallion who had had her so many times, but she expected the quick brutality just the same. Even now she heard the stallion snorting and bucking in his nearby stall, his own passions aroused, angered by this human intruder!
Don sensed the stud's unrest, but the hot, moist vise around his penis was too delightful for him to stop. He humped the mare, grinding his hips into her buttocks, filling her. Now she looked back at Don, making noises which seemed to tell him of her enjoyment. This urged the boy to move faster. But he couldn't-something gripped his hips, holding him, making him pull away until he landed on the ground ... with his father standing above him!
"Whatcha doin', boy?" George laughed. "You tryin' tah fuck that ol' mare?"
"Ah ... uh...." Dom stammered, embarrassed and puzzled over his parent's humor.
"Can't blame ya' none," George continued. "I put it to her a couple times myself. Ma sure don't like it much." He began rubbing his crotch-caught up in this scene of sexual play. "I gotta get it someplace...."
"I ... I never did it before," Don tried to explain, still nervous and confused. "I was just playin' around...." He stopped as George abruptly extracted his own stiff giant and climbed atop the boxes. Swiftly, he mounted the horse. Don stood back, gaping at the man who started to hump the mare with expertise.
The black stallion became more excited, threatening to break loose at any moment. Don attempted to warn his father, but it was useless. Instead, he approached the stud, trying to soothe him, petting, speaking in soft yet firm tones. Eventually and after almost being lacked, Don managed to settle the horse. He looked over at his father, who was sweating over his bestial thrills. Don grasped his own penis, still hard, more anxious than ever for release. The stallion looked back at him and snorted. Don saw the animal's erect phallus. Its odd gigantism fascinated him and he let go of his own to grasp it.
The stallion bucked and reared up. But the insistent fingers held on, squeezing and releasing. Soon he became curious when the hand commenced to masturbate him. Don was glad that he had kept the animal from breaking loose. He instilled a different excitement that would satisfy the horse while his father rode the mare toward ejaculation.
The fourteen-year-old's own curiosity had to be satisfied. Burning with desire, he fell to his knees and examined the black, leathery tool which was as long and thick as his arm. He became mesmerized by the smelly, strange tool and forced the narrowed tip past his lips while jacking off the horse with both hands. George looked over and whistled with retarded glee.
"Wowee!" he cried out. "Yer gonna suck me later on, boy....Christ! Are we ever gonna have fun!"
Soon Don found himself on the strangest merry-go-round he ever imagined could exist. There were times when he detested some of the acts his father thought up and would resist the man with every fibre of his being, especially when George would try to mount him, forcing his stiff, dry poker within the young, tight hole.
Don became angry to the point of battle. His father's first attack had left him raw and bleeding. He had acted more like an animal than any on their farm, panting, gasping and violating Don with complete abandon.
George uttered and gurgled retarded messages of love-believing he excited his son regardless of verbal protests. More and more he would force the youth into diabolical deeds until almost all work on the farm was relegated to a nothingness. From his waking hours Don would have to accompany George to the bam or the nearby woods. They would perform their various acts with short rest periods in between, only to go until late at night. Then with his young body hurting and raw from abuse Don would drag himself to bed.
Dining this time, the youth barely caught sight of his mother, who had always kept to herself. But a new interest, a curiosity, seemed to take hold of him as he commenced a closer examination of various species of animals. His wonderment knew no bounds, especially when it came to the deer family. He was fascinated by their habits-their serene living, their fierce battles, their fiery sexual play....
Now, as he lay next to his parent, these thoughts rushed through his head. He couldn't believe the ease in finding a place next to the woman in her bed. His senses were alive, ready for action! Then....
Adele feigned puzzlement and reached back. "What is that hard thing sticking me?" she questioned. Inwardly, she gasped at the apparent size while feeling the organ through his nightgown. "Is that you, Don?"
"Ye ... yes," he stuttered, almost embarrassed at this first touch.
"How can you sleep with such a thing?" she asked, playing her game of incestual seduction-at last being with the one she had fallen in love with, the one she had desired for so long unable to fight it, no matter how she tried. "Doesn't it bother you?"
"Yes," he answered, letting out a groan. "Well, we better take care of that," Adele asserted herself. "Besides, you're the man of the house now." Then bitterly, "Your father had this problem. I had to take care of it for him!" Softly, "I want to do the same for you." Swiftly, she raised his gown.
Christ, she thought, making out the outline of the organ in the dark. He's bigger now than George ever was. She reached to encircle her fingers around the hot flesh. Only fourteen ... What will be he like when he's older?
Don lay quite still, letting Adele take the initiative. After a few moments he began to enjoy the deft fingers as they slowly moved the skin of the pole up and down.
"Like it?" the woman smiled down to him in the dark.
"Ye ... yes," he smiled back.
After a few more minutes Adele moved away slightly and unbuttoned her gown, the one she had worn on her honeymoon and not since. Taking it off, Don caught sight of the still-firm but small breasts. Adele knelt on the mattress and slipped it off completely. She wore nothing underneath and the youth looked at the mysterious black patch between her legs, licking his lips, instinct telling him what the final culmination of this act would be!
Finishing her undressing, Adele bent over the boy, offering one small nipple, brushing it past his mouth. Instinctively, he parted his lips, letting the button pass them. "Pretend it's a straw," she instructed, beginning his sexual education. "Suck!"
Don obeyed, taking her literally, and ended up biting it. He was going to apologize, but she swooned with pleasure so he continued.
Adele lay on her back, coaxing the boy atop her. His long phallus slipped between her thighs and she crossed them, exerting a tantalizing pressure upon it as Don became engrossed and excited over fondling and kissing her bosom.
On and on they went, teacher and student, mother and son, wrapped in the bonds of incestuous passion! Desperate for this moment, Adele relished the naked body above her. Now more than ever she was relieved and happy to be rid of George. The retardee's lovemaking had always left her with a deep sense of repulsion. His drooling mouth, guttural utterances, monotonic words of love, clumsy performance, and strangely twisted organ, made her refuse his embraces soon after the birth of their son. She devoted all of her love and energy to Don. His very existence saved her from going over the "brink"-and toward another....
Adele was also elated that it had been comparatively easy to get the naive youth in her bed. For once she appreciated Don's attitude of simplicity-and prayed it was enmeshed with desire-to equal her own desperate need for someone normal to love.
Piercing her bud of passion with his full dagger, Don exhibited an urgent excitement that only youth could impart. "My love, my love," she breathed, knowing this was worth waiting for, feeling his long shaft between her hot, moist walls, his scrotum pressing against her crotch and threatening an invasion of its own.
"Oooh ... mmmm ... oooahhh ... he repeated sounds of anxious pleasure, apparent desire issuing from the very bowels of his handsome physique.
As if to life, they clung to each other, straining, trying to become one. Adele thrust her hips upward, wanting to wrap them around Don's midsection while he worked her with lightning speed.
With each thrust-the youth was both surprised and happy over the sensations received from the exciting woman below him. She was no longer his mother but an instrument to be used for the ultimate in pleasure.
Breathing hastened, each moaning with sensuous joy, Adele becoming a slave to the demands of the flesh that invaded her, Don clamping down on both breasts, sucking and licking and biting, faster and faster, to match the rhythm of his entry.
"Yes, yes...." she sighed as her incestuous lover continued. 'I'll teach you a lot...."
Yes, Don's thoughts agreed as he relished this new phase of learning. I knew it would be this way....Excitement increasing, his mind pictured the wildlife outside, his friends, mating just as he was doing. The deer, especially, filled his thoughts. Adele was his doe, whom he took off to a secreted section of the woods ... after battling the old buck who had possessed her too long....
In the morning he would tell the others of his own mate. He grew sad for a moment, however; the beautiful black stallion had taken the blame for him!
Adele peered up at her young Adonis, in love with him more than ever, happy for the first time in years, seeing the excitement on his face-the dark completely hiding the rather empty look in his eyes....
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The Second Girl Eights
-TEACHER, TEACHER
"Tomorrow we will cover verb tenses." Vanessa Roberts, instructor of languages at Gorham College, spoke with a sigh. "You can go now. Bon jour." As the students rose and began to file out, she sat at her desk with the beginning of a yawn. It had been four long weeks since classes started. The newness had worn off. Now this single female was ready for better things!
Gazing blindly toward the exiting students, Vanessa had to blink when the figures blurred in her vision. Then she noticed him. He had been attending her class all this time. Now a closer look peaked her interest. There he was in all of his young handsomeness, looking a bit older than the others, maybe nineteen or twenty. What a hunk, she thought, wide-eyed. Move fast, Vanessa, move fast. This may be just what you've been looking for.
She rose quickly, getting the few that were left in the room to look her way. Damn it, she cursed silently. What the hell is his name? Sonuvabith, he's almost out ... Jeff! that's it. She opened her mouth to call. No-goddamnit! That was last year. John-no. Paul-no....
"Brian!" the auburn-haired beauty almost shouted, startling the others who stopped in their tracks. "Ah ... oh ... ahmm. Would you ... you mind staying a few moments."
"Sure," he started toward her.
Lord, she appraised. He's better looking than I thought. What a build. What a beauty. I love black curly hair. In moments Brian was in front of her grinning curiously. God! Does he know what I want-really want?
"Ah," Vanessa sounded. "Brian, I have to talk to you about your French."
"Is ... is anything the matter?" he asked, the grin disappearing rapidly.
"Well ... you see...."
"I-I don't understand," he interrupted. "I've received all A's on my work."
"Oh!" Vanessa uttered, startled, then remembered Brian's brilliant record. "Well-ah-yes, I know," she began to perspire slightly and cursed herself for feeling as though she had never done this before.
"Was there something else?" the youth asked. "Yes ... yes there is," she stated, readying herself for the game-the French game. "Because you are doing so well I would like to request a favor."
"Of course," he said, his immediate acquiescence giving her incentive to go on.
"I have some old documents at home which need translation. I'd do it myself, but just don't have the time."
"I see," he smiled. "Would you like me to come over this evening?"
"Ah ... hmm ... yes," she choked, then sighed, having the ordeal over. The rest, Vanessa decided, would be easy.
"Fine," he said, a devilish twinkle appearing in his eye. "About eight?"
"Okay," she smiled and ignored his knowing look. "I'll give you my address."
"That's all right," Brian stated and turned to leave. "I'll find it."
Already, the woman's loins were tingling as she thought of what could be-and what had to be. She had an inkling Brian might know what was happening, but she didn't care. It'll be all the easier, she thought. Maybe he isn't inexperienced. Good! I like them a little tried. Then I don't have to teach them everything. Oooh, Brian, I wonder if you're as good as....Oh hell, whatever his name. But he was a wonder after a full year of instruction. How long will you last, Brian? Oh, that young meat. Yum, yum, eat 'em up!
"Goddamn that prickin' bastard!" Vanessa cursed as she looked at the clock on her living room mantelpiece for the tenth time. It was nine-fifteen and still Brian hadn't arrived.
Jittery, the female fixed a stiff drink to calm her nervous excitement and the insistent perspiration which threatened to soil her negligee, one she had carefully chosen to display her finery yet not too bold as to be outspokenly seductive.
After a second gin and squirt the twenty-eight-year-old relaxed and decided at nine-forty-five to forget her "date" and go out.
Quickly, Vanessa ran to the bedroom and threw off her clothes. The doorbell rang. "Nuts!" she grumbled and put a robe over her naked body. By the time she reached the door, sweat was pouring profusely.
Before her stood a grinning Brian whose eyes immediately widened. Instinctively, the woman looked down and saw that the top of her robe wasn't quite closed. "Oh," she began putting herself (almost) together.
"Ah ... ahm," the youth stammered. "Uh, I'm sorry to be so late...."
"Quite all right," Vanessa sang. "Come in." Brian followed his hostess to the hall where she took his coat, then into the living room where he sat on the sofa and she hurried to mix her third and his first drink. As she stirred, her tongue was slipping in and out over her glistening lips. She bit the inside of her cheek as she eyed the figure across the room, attired in a tight slipover sweater and slacks, accenting every inch of his muscular body.
Vanessa sauntered over to her guest and handed him a glass. Suddenly, her hand went out to retrieve the glass. "You're not old enough."
"That's okay," he said nervously. "I imbibe occasionally."
"Good," she smiled and sat next to him.
"Ah ... hum ... Now...." he gulped down half of his drink, choking slightly. "Wh ... what can I do for you?"
Baby, she squealed inwardly, if you only knew! She said, "Well, I have some old unpublished manuscripts my grandfather brought over from Marseilles and I've always wanted to have them translated, but I just don't have the time to do it myself. Should I get them?"
"Please."
"Okay."
As Vanessa rushed to her room, she almost broke out in laughter about the gullibility of men and threw a kiss toward her bed when passing it with the papers in her hand.
Back on the sofa, Brian handed his instructor her drink, took the sheets, and began to scrutinize them immediately. Vanessa sat back and waited. It didn't take long before Brian looked toward her, wide-eyed, mouth opened. She laughed inwardly but looked curiously as the silence continued.
"Do ... do you want me to begin writing this ... this down?" his face reddening for the second time that evening.
"No," Vanessa said innocently. "Just become acquainted with it. You'll have time-later!" Again, Brian looked back at the writing with renewed interest. Vanessa gazed with delight as his eyes widened more and more while they sped over the words. His breathing quickened.
Unconsciously, the youth stretched his legs as he took deep swallows of his drink until it was gone. Immediately, Vanessa grabbed the glass from his hand and rose to fix another, stronger one.
Coming back, she grinned broadly as the bulge beneath his pants was quite apparent. Gently; so as not to disrupt him too much, the woman slipped the glass into his hand and sat, this time, much closer to the strong body.
Suddenly, Brian stopped and looked at her squarely. "Ha ... have you read this before?"
"N ... no," she stammered innocently.
"Oh," he almost sighed with relief and tinned back to the story.
Not much, I haven't, she chuckled silently.
Minutes slipped by as Vanessa played her little game. She loved to excite a man in this manner and to the point where resistance would be impossible. It saved so much time and energy which could be spent on more fruitful endeavors.
Brian's breathing became intermingled with pants and gasps of frustrated pleasure and yearning. Vanessa stared at his crotch, hypnotized with its slight contractions, the manliness desperately trying to break its bonds only to be trapped in something else which would be more pleasurable.
This time Brian finished the liquor quickly. Again Vanessa refilled it. Both were getting high and she braver. The youth looked up from his reading to catch his breath, noticing, the robe swaying toward him loosely.
The voluptuous female couldn't help but smile at the desired reaction and plopped down, almost on his lap. Brian, trance-like, took his glass and drank heartily, not taking his eyes from her or the half-exposed breasts which yearned to be touched.
"Mmm," Vanessa swooned as a shiver ran down his body. "What's the matter?"
"N ... n ... nothing," he stuttered, beads of sweat forming upon his forehead. "I ... I ... I just don ... don't think I can ... could do a good ... enough translation for ... for...."
"Oh," she grinned. "That's okay. Put it down."
"Huh?"
"Put it down."
Puzzled, Brian obeyed and set the paper on the table beside him. He felt a sudden pressure at his middle and glanced back to see a naked Vanessa stretched out on the length of the sofa. He scanned the shapely torso from the smiling, sensual face to her large, rounded breasts, down the flat, smooth stomach to the golden hairs that surrounded her womanhood and the perfectly formed hips that met her thighs-to her calves-all the way to her feet which were now gently pressing into his groin.
"Oooh, baby," Vanessa sighed breathlessly, her eyes closed awaiting the pleasure of his young body. "What are you waiting for?"
Brian slowly moved his hand toward her. Then anxiously he grabbed one breast and fell to the floor on his knees.
"Yes ... ohhh, yes," she gasped as the warm, moist lips surrounded one nipple, then slid to take the other.
Moments later lips met lips as Vanessa's auburn hair fell away and she thrust her tongue between his teeth. Greedily, he sucked it into his mouth while swiftly running his hands up and down the sylph-like figure, caressing and feeling all he wanted to possess.
"Please ... please," she begged as the youth kissed and licked her face and ears. "Strip, my darling ... Ahh ... Let me see you ... Oooh
... Let me feel your nakedness against mine ... Now!"
"Yes ... Now!" he agreed breathlessly and rose. For a moment he swayed back and forth, dizzy from the liquor he had consumed, dizzier still because he couldn't quite believe this unbelievable situation.
In seconds Brian stood naked above Vanessa in full display. She smiled. He was more than what she hoped for. "Come," she swooned, opened her arms and welcomed her maker.
Brian leaned forward, then slowly lowered himself until most of his torso rested on Vanessa, his one leg, bent at the knee, the foot still on the floor. He could feel her firm breasts pressing against his upper chest thrilling him as he opened his mouth to engulf hers and pulling on her long pink tongue while running his hands up and down her curvaceous body, feeling and inflaming the woman below him.
My God, he surged within. What a lay she is. It's not been that long, but ... I really needed her....What a delicious piece she is-I could make it with her every night.
Suddenly, he felt a firm hand reach down and grab his erect phallus. "Oooh, baby," he gasped as Vanessa moved her fingers up and down on it. "N ... not so fast. I don't want to waste all that juice."
"Yes, honey, she breathed. "Then do it ... Do it!"
Brian quickly rose, spread her legs, letting one dangle on the floor, and took his position. "Do it hard, my darling," Vanessa begged. "Be rough....No mercy!"
Unhearing and over-anxious, Brian aimed and missed, aimed and missed again. Frantically, he tried for the third time-success was finally his.
"Oooh," she groaned as the large organ pierced her.
"Ahhh," Brian rejoined at the pleasure he was experiencing.
"Ride, baby," she prodded. "Ride! This is only the beginning!"
Both their heads were spinning with excitement. Brian perspired over his labor so much, beads of sweat dropped to Vanessa's face. All too soon, the male cried out as he filled her with his sperm. She, in turn, whimpered her release and contentment. Brian fell over in a heap to the floor beside the sofa, exhausted.
What seemed like only seconds passed. Vanessa sat up and looked over at her student. Surveying his strong torso, she grinned at the limp appendage between his legs. Seldom had she ever had a chance to taste of something so magnificent. She swallowed deeply, then wet her lips.
Slowly, she bent closer to the soft flesh, knowing full well that it was in her power to make it grow, once again, into a monstrous, hard tool and she wanted more. She looked at Brian's face. He was breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath. Vanessa grinned, then bent over her exhausted lover and sucked his limp rod between her lips.
Rise up, my darling, she thought as she nursed upon it, taking in more and more. It began to grow. She liked the source of her pleasure. It tasted sweet to her. Brian moved. His eyes opened. Suddenly, he realized what she was doing, raised himself, pulled her over him and raised his face between her mons. Vanessa smiled down at his handsome face while on her hands and knees. She let one knee slip between his legs where it gently pressed against his scrotum, keeping his erection at its peak sensitivity.
Needing even less encouragement, Brian gazed at the inviting breasts, only a breath away from his face. Anxiously, he put his arms around her back forcing Vanessa to bend her arms as he spread his lips and clamped down once again on one of the inviting brownish red nipples. He opened his mouth as wide as possible and thrilled her with his "vacuum cleaner" suction.
"My God! My God!" she whimpered, feeling her breast being trapped within her sensual lover, much of it between his teeth where he bit with renewed passion. Vanessa bent down to cover his eyes and forehead with hot, wet kisses of lust as he miraculously inched her right mound deeper and deeper within his mouth.
Moments passed before Brian slipped to the other nipple, sucking it all past his teeth and going on to the velvety white skin.
"Ahh ... hmmm...." she sighed over his intense hunger. Writhing with pleasure, she leaned back on her haunches, wrapping her arms around Brian's neck and bringing him up to a sitting position.
"Mmm ... love ... it...." he managed to utter between slurping and milking her buckets.
Filled with untold lust, each clung to the other. Brian pulled on her torso, lowering her thatch to his upright penis. Vanessa managed to stretch her legs past Brian's hips as he aimed his tool and let it slip past her fleshly lips, surging into her tight slit.
"Oooh!"
"Ahh!"
"Mmm!" they groaned and gasped in unison, clinging to each other-tight-becoming one.
In moments Vanessa was completely impaled on the thick pole, savoring the thrills deep within her stomach. Bringing her legs back, she commenced an up and down motion that chilled her into ecstasy as her vaginal muscles were forced to contract and release around this thickly veined organ.
Excited, Brian squeezed her breasts together with his strong hands, kissing and licking, running his tongue between them, gasping and shaking with passion.
"God, baby," he panted. "You're wonderful....I wanta do this forever!"
"Yes, yes," Vanessa moaned as she raised and lowered in front of him. We will, she thought as her head spun with ecstatic surrender. We will-for a whole semester....
Brian pressed his head against her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, raising her up and down, faster and faster on his meat.
"Ugh ... mmmm ... ohh...." the female sounded as the pain of his invasion increased slightly, but the pleasure increased tenfold.
Long moments passed-both were soon drenched in perspiration-his organ growing firmer and stronger within her, her flesh tightening like a vise around him.
Anxiously, Brian twisted his legs around until he was on his knees. He began his own hip movement, holding onto her with sensual power as her body seemed to float in the air, her legs dangling on the floor.
Never so thrilled, she held onto his shoulders throwing her head back as he pummeled her body with wild abandon, gasping, "Wonnnderfulll, baabee ... Wonnnderrrfulll."
"Yessss...." she shook as her nails dug deeper into the flesh of his shoulder. "Ooooh, more darling. Possess meeee....Stick me....Ride! Ride!"
Eagerly, Brian clutched her buttocks and rammed his spear with electrical speed. Vanessa met his rhythm with her own writhing hips, forcing his plunger deeper and deeper, going faster and faster.
"Uhh!"
"Mmm!"
"Eee!"
"Oooh!"
"I ... I ... Brian cried out, convulsing as his sperm rose as a geyser. Then as if in an epileptic fit, he ripped in and out of his mistress while flushing her insides with his gift of lust.
Instantly, this triggered Vanessa's own release. She held her head back and stiffened while her cream released her pent-up emotions, bringing her renewed satisfaction-utter enjoyment.
Still, the couple continued to move, savoring each other's gift. Brian thrilled to the vise he was trapped in while Vanessa delighted over the still-hard meat imbedded inside her. They leaned against the sofa, resting, while tenderly licking and kissing each other's face.
Soon it became apparent to Vanessa that her lover had not finished their first round of lovemaking as Brian pushed her on the floor and began slipping his imbedded pole in and out once again. I won't be able to sit down for days, she told herself. Heaven....
Early the next morning the couple parted at the door. Vanessa was put out when Brian told her they couldn't get together for a couple days, but had to be satisfied that her game had succeeded. Now he was hers-to enjoy for the whole semester.
As Brian stood beneath the comer street light, he extracted a sheet of paper and a pen from his pocket. The paper contained a list of names-the faculty members of Gorham College. "She was the absolute easiest," he laughed aloud while putting a check mark beside Vanessa Roberts' name. "Well, that's number three," he said with relish and let his eyes scan over the names that were left. "Let's see now. Who'll be next to play my little game...."
* * *
The Third Girl Eights
-UNHEEDED OMEN
Doreen Stewart was chilled to the bone as she slid among the bushes. She desperately needed warmth, rest, and food, as her body cried out for comfort and an end to the grueling torture it had undergone. Weeks, she thought. It seems impossible that no one would have found us before now ... before ... before....They've all turned into ... animals! Abruptly, her mind repeated-Why did I have to laugh? Why? Why?....
The slender female lay down upon a clump of brush and attempted to close her eyes against the black night that surrounded her. The cooling temperatures made it almost impossible to sleep, but she finally dozed off, succumbing to utter exhaustion.
Doreen awoke after a few minutes, just as tired, but stayed alert as the jungle sounds increased around her. She gasped, still not used to the wildlife, and more than afraid of possible attack. Now the girl wished she had managed to secure some type of weapon before her escape.
She lay motionless, listening to the beasts and cringing every so often at the crawling things that skirted over her torso. Long ago, her skimpy uniform had deteriorated under the jungle humidity-what was left of it after the crash. "At least," she whispered, "they had the decency to let me put these palm leaves together to cover a little of me-for what good they do!
... Oh, why did I have to laugh at him? Who would have guessed ... Then in deep concentration she repeated aloud, "A fate will be yours....Black as the night....No one to help you....Larger than life"....A fate will be yours," she started again, then stopped, whining at her inability to remember the rest.
An aching body required Doreen's attention at the moment as she felt down to rub her smooth calves and thighs, scratched and bruised, first by her keepers and then by the jungle vegetation. She let a hand travel over her shapely body, past the single leaves that covered the portion between her legs and her full buttocks, take hold of both breasts, aching and bruised from abuse. Just then she wished for some water or a pond to swim in, in order to cleanse herself, somehow thinking it would also purify her defiled body.
Doreen rose to her knees in an attempt to get up and continue her journey. It was dangerous to travel at night, but there was no alternative. The others were after her-how close, she didn't know-but....Abruptly, she gasped, reswallowing her last breath. Doreen had not seen the movement of brush a few yards away. Now, the tall, dark figure appeared out of nowhere. It's too late, she screamed within. They're here!
Silently-menacingly, he moved closer and stood overhead. Then she realized he was a stranger, a black man, his middle covered with some type of animal skin, a long knife at the side, strapped to his bare waist.
"Thank ... thank God!" Doreen exclaimed after a few moments, thinking that someone had finally appeared who could help her. "You don't realize how I've been hoping...." Abruptly, the black male took her by the arms and yanked her to her feet.
Then he spoke in a low native tongue, a stern [text missing in paperback]
Quickly, she slipped past her very thin waist to look upon his oily black countenance. "I ... I...." Doreen gasped, hoping they might communicate via some form of sign language. But before she could move, his large hand was over her mouth. Instinctively, she knew better than to struggle, the past weeks teaching her that, figuring it would get her nowhere except possibly having the native's long knife piercing her body!
For long moments they stayed in the same position while the colored man rattled off orders in his strange tongue. Finally, he let go and shoved the girl ahead of him. Doreen stumbled but tried again; she began to slowly work in the direction this new captor indicated, trying to comprehend this incomprehensible situation, this additional twist to her condemned fate! Yet for all of this, she could not cry, her eyes being too dry from the past seizers, and, too exhausted, any self-righteous anger could not be aroused.
Onward the pair walked, going deeper into the underbrush. Again Doreen's thoughts reiterated-A fate will be yours....Black as the night....No one to help you....Larger than life....For the first time her eyes widened in recognition of the phrases' meaning. To herself she repeated aloud, ... Black as the night! Larger than life!...." Suddenly, she could feel the giant male's hot breath down her bare back as she heard his breathing become shorter and shorter, harder and harder, faster and faster. Then she felt something brush against her buttocks. She jumped and started to move a bit faster. "Black as the night! Larger than life!" Again she felt something in back of her; this time it jabbed her in the soft cheeks and seemed hard as steel. "Eee!" Doreen exclaimed as she realized what the follower was doing. "Black as the: ... Larger...." Frightened yet curious, she glanced in back of her for a second; that was all she needed. He was rather plain looking with a slight scar on his right cheek, although Doreen could barely see its depth in the night. She could make out that he was very tall, with bulging, well-proportioned muscles. However, what shocked the female about his appearance was that he had discarded his skimpy attire and looked down at her with an obvious lustful grin on his face. "Black as,...." She inhaled slowly, held it, and closed her eyes for a moment.
Again the male uttered a few of his native words, only this time in a much softer tone-sensual. Doreen opened her eyes, wide-she needed no interpretation! She began running, hoping and praying she could escape this man who promised her nothing but fear and more physical abuse.
"A fate will be yours-black as the night-no one to help you-larger than....Ahh-oww!" Doreen cried out a second later She didn't get very far as the black man grabbed her long brunette hair and pulled her off balance, landing her on the rough ground. "NO!" she screamed as her eyes met the leering creature above her, his mouth drooling with lust.
Still, he grinned, his lips spreading wider and wider. "No!" Doreen insisted, knowing her words would mean nothing to the man, who enticingly let his large black hands travel up his slim hips and waist to rest at his massive chest. Then low, moaning guttural sounds began issuing from his throat-he swayed back and forth as his breathing became quicker and quicker with anticipation-his fingers reversed their course and slipped down to sensually rub his flat stomach. After a moment he let one paw slowly brush across and through the black, coarse hair at his crotch while the other took hold of the giant oak that grew among the forest.
By then Doreen was gasping from the fear that encompassed her being. He ... he doesn't expect to ... to stick me with that thing, she thought, panic-stricken. Don't be stupid ... YES-YES-YES! I should know that look by now. I've been subjected to too much in this forsaken jungle. I escape from one pack of animals and ... and rim into something I'll regret the rest of my life ... if....The female cringed in fear as she stared at the "living" weapon that could mean an end ... to many things!
Suddenly, clearly, Doreen remembered the other man who, unknown to her at the time, would mean a great deal to her existence ... if she had ... listened ... and heeded....
Karl Fraser had come to the party with the stewardess who was to accompany Doreen on the flight to Kenya. Not there to entertain, he was still pursued by those who knew of his "special" talents at extrasensory perception and futurity projection. Too much of a realist herself, Doreen laughingly scoffed at this twentieth century "hocus-pocus" and prepared to enjoy the party in some other way.
But fate and Karl Fraser would have it differently. She was left quite alone as the others crowded around the "psychic." Soon noises of admiration and utter bewilderment issued forth, piquing Doreen's curiosity in spite of herself. Slowly, nonchalantly, she crept upon the place of action until Mr. Fraser could clearly be seen standing against a wall, fingertips at his temples, eyes closed. He seemed to the airline stewardess to be in a trance-like state while clearly speaking to an over-anxious, older woman....
"... and you will meet ... ah ... a congenial fellow ... The vibrations tell me he is not too well-off financially. You will want to marry ... mmmm...." he frowned, lifting his head, trying for a deeper level of concentration.
"Oh brother...." Doreen chortled.
"Shh!" a few quieted her.
"... he'll refuse," Karl went on. "He is proud.
... Do not push ... or you'll lose him com...."
"Really! Doreen laughed uproariously this time, managing to interfere with the "projectioner's" train of thought.
"Doreen!" some began to scold.
"Can't you...."
"Come now," she kept laughing. "You don't honestly believe...."
"I see you don't," Karl Fraser interrupted this time. "Since we met, however, there's been something about you...."
"I'm sure...." she grinned this time but stopped as he leaned back against the wall, replacing fingers to temples. Long moments passed. Doreen tried to laugh again and walk away-the deepening lines in his face held her to the spot. Karl's physical appearance seemed to change with each second that passed into infinity....Soon, apparent agony swept his countenance, leaving everyone aghast and apprehensive!
He began to speak--"A trip....Birds spreading their....Danger! Mustn't go!....Will not reach....
"How convenient!" Doreen frowned this time. "As if everyone here doesn't know we're scheduled for a fight tomorrow morning."
Still the "psychic" went on, in verse, matched by the repeated laughter of the unbelievers. A fate will be yours....Black as the night....No one to help you....Larger than life...." Doreen lay in the jungle brush, watching the black man slowly advance toward her, his erect phallus slowly bouncing up and down. Suddenly, she remembered, " ... Laugh if you will....
This omen I send you....Do not soar....No rescue...."
Again her thoughts were forced back to the present situation. Oh my God! He's too gigantic! I'll never be able....Her senses quickly melted into a mass of heated apprehension as her baser desires caused an unwanted twitching in her womanhood. Even though the man's equipment meant probably injury, the female somehow yearned for the impending attack. Why not, she considered momentarily. I've been tinned into nothing but a bitch in constant heat. They took away any sense of morality I might have had! Oh God! What is he waiting for? Why does he torture me like this, hanging onto that monster of his, grinning like a regular jackass!
Doreen didn't have much longer to wait as the native straddled and walked on the outside of her legs. He stood menacingly above her, then bent his legs, lowering and lowering until he landed on his knees, just above her stomach. His grin turned into an evil smile as he showed his ivory white teeth and took one of her tense hands to bring it toward his middle. Doreen knew what he wanted-she knew it would be useless to fight it.
His hard is more gigantic than what I thought, Doreen realized as she placed her finger upon it. It has to be a foot long! It can't be real! It's so big around-inches-the veins are sticking out all over it. The head is....
Roughly, the black man lurched his hips forward, ripping his phallus from the female's hand and smacking her mouth with it. Doreen clenched her teeth, but the steel pole easily pushed past her lips and plunged deep into her throat! She gagged and choked and began gasping for air as she felt most of the thick oak impale her. She had taken a bit of it easily, but everything after three or four inches was torture. Yet the once naive female enjoyed the manly odors of the person above her and felt a mysterious sensation with him. After all, he wasn't the worst male she had ever encountered-only the biggest!
Doreen was finally allowed a moment of reprieve, to catch her breath, as the black man extracted his dagger, wet with saliva. Then very quickly he changed his position and fell between her legs, spreading them wide at the same time.
"No! No!" she squealed with last minute apprehension. "I can't take it. No! Please! No!"
Not understanding, nor caring, the male posed above her, tickling the soft hairs of her vagina and running his "head" up and down the tiny slit. His breathing became more erratic as his face shone brightly with perspiration-his gigantic body shook with anticipation as he saw the fear on the girl's face.
Doreen could feel the intense body heat of the male upon her appealing yet tender torso. Her breasts heaved up and down with each breath she took, and her full pink nipples were pointed and firm with their own fears and apprehensive desires. She jumped slightly when feeling the callused hand grasp her smooth thigh and finger for a while before moving to her hips. Then he opened his mouth and bent down to engulf a large portion of one, then the other breast. He began sucking deeply, his thick lips savoring the taste and feel of her voluptuous jets, his cheeks inflating, then collapsing, trying to swallow them.
Soon the female began to pant and gasp as he determined to fill her with unrestrained desire. His fingers massaged and caressed her hips and buttocks until they both were writhing and twisting with growing passion.
"Do it! Do it!" Doreen wailed under this torturing foreplay and immediately wanted to bite her tongue. Feminine modesty and fear still existed within her-although it would do no good.
The black man shut out any further cries for the sake of safety-blatant noises would have brought a hungry animal very quickly-and covered her mouth completely with his own. With one hand he held her face while the other aimed his poker at the enticing flesh that now twitched convulsively.
As the purple-brown head slipped past her outer lips, Doreen moaned with fright. Then she felt more of it-and more-and more-as it slowly stretched her tight entrance. By the time half of the incredible organ was within her, she knew it was enough. That was all she could take. Nevertheless, her sex partner kept moving. The anguish increased immeasurably. Doreen felt as though a broom handle was lifting her in the air. She tried to move away, but was held firmly by the native as his spear dug even deeper. She opened her mouth in an attempt to scream but only received more of the hot tongue that slithered into her throat. She squirmed and shook and twisted, trying to escape the building pain within her. But it was useless-nine, ten, eleven inches invaded her. She felt as if the monster were breaking through some wall, entering her uterus and aiming even higher....Black as the night....
Sweating from his scorching labor, the rapist gasped with lust as he worked hard to impale her completely. Then with one final plunge, he accomplished his mission and rested upon the girl as he felt his scrotum press against her crotch. Quickly, he began his labor, moving faster and faster-in and out-pushing and pulling-instantly ripping her insides, pummeling her body with all his might.
Doreen's brain did not register any further pain as the torture had become too much. She blacked out ... only to be shaken back to consciousness by the, apparently sadistic, molester. Now, mercifully, miraculously, the intense pain had ebbed, numbing her brain and raw vagina.
Hating herself, Doreen began to enjoy her dilemma. She could feel every inch, every vein of the giant that had entered her. As he pushed in and out, rubbing and crushing her clitoris, Doreen whimpered with unknown delight-twisting and writhing in mounting passion.
Seeing this unexpected wild look upon her face, the native realized new incentive. Releasing his few remaining inhibitions, he grabbed Doreen's breasts, kneading and squeezing them before falling upon her once again. His large mouth covered her sensuous lips. She accepted him hungrily and began sucking his tongue, biting at it with urgency.
This slight nipping did nothing but intensify the black man's desire. Renewed power surged through him as his meat turned into a battering ram. Hips and thighs slapped against each other. Doreen's breathing became sporadic as he knocked the wind from her, flattening her breast against his massive chest, biting and kissing her face and neck.
The pain started to build again as did her lustful passion, matching his as she threw her legs around his lower back, urging him on, wanting even more of his flesh and the painful pleasure he inflicted.
Faster and faster he moved; meeting her urgency and the rhythm of her lips as they raised and lowered instinctively. Animalistic moans of pure abandon issued from their throats. Lust and passion and the physical were all that mattered now. For a moment interrupted only by immeasurable pleasure, Doreen almost started laughing over the ridiculous omen. Black as the night, she thought with levity....Is a delight.
... Larger than life-how true....No one to help-He will!
On and on they went, the black man dripping with perspiration, her own moist body thrilling to his touch, full of optimism that her complete cooperation would mean escape from this godforsaken country.
Seconds later Doreen held tight as her lover shifted to a frenzied jerking. He lifted his head up, moaning and groaning and uttering his foreign phrases of pleasure as she felt his climax nearing. Then the black man ceased tensing, muscles bulging to their peak, head straining even higher, teeth clenching, as his nozzle opened to release its jet spray.
Instantly, Doreen squealed at the first spurt of liquid fire. Her hips twisted as his torso began to convulse over her. Then she felt the organ moving back and forth once again. This time she tensed as his offering flooded her, bursting her own dam. For many moments body slapped against body as each obtained full satisfaction, emitting cream until there was no end to their release.
The black man fell off her, exhausted, gasping for air. Doreen looked over at him, her breasts still heaving, savoring the satisfaction of the moment. Then, just as quickly, her previous guilt returned, more intense than ever, as well as the renewed fear of not being able to get away. Her limbs commenced to ache and panic filled her once again. She tried to get up but found it impossible. Her body had been through too much and demanded rest.
A hand on her shoulder made Doreen jump. She looked over at the native, who was uttering indistinguishable but almost-soothing words of comfort.
"Please!" Doreen strained but knew it was useless to speak. Then somehow each seemed to experience a moment of so-called "universal understanding." She had pleased him-his physical hunger was sated-he would lead her out of this wilderness....
Moments later both lay back on the hard ground, preparing to sleep before embarking on their long journey. But Doreen's mind raced about, still not fully comprehending how she got in this position-why the plane crashed-why help didn't come-why five men besides herself survived out of forty-three-and ... why they had so quickly turned into vicious animals, abusing her to the extent of utter sexual slavery.
Yet regardless of all this-she would have the last laugh....
Finally, she slept, troubled dreams threatening to force wakefulness every few minutes, Then mercifully Doreen slipped toward a deeper slumber-so much her nightmares sank into a black abyss as her sleep became almost comatose. Again mercy had seen fit to spare her tortured mind the life-and death-sounds that surrounded her....
When the female awoke, her body still ached, but most of the intensity had disappeared. She managed to smile for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity and opened her eyes to the daylight that flickered through the trees, never before so grateful to see the sun and feel its warmth. Then something else entered her vision to the left-right-above-completely....
Doreen managed to release one piercing scream of shocked realization before a fist smashed against her jaw. She cried out and held a hand up to her face as the tears started down her cheeks.
"Now, bitch!" a voice cursed her. "Maybe you'll be more cooperative!" Roughly, Doreen was brought to her feet. She glanced at the five men that surrounded her, hoping, somehow, to see her previous night's companion. He had disappeared.
"Like those black bucks, huh?" one of the males grinned, knowingly, malice written all over his face. "Well, he turned all different shades of yellow when he saw us and base-assed it outa here."
The others began laughing with insane hilarity over his descriptive phrases while Doreen silently) painfully gave in to the trap fate had set for her. Still the others chortled and guffawed over the native's retreat ... and the plans they had in store for the young woman.
Then as they pushed Doreen ahead of them, she suddenly joined their merriment. The men stopped and looked at her in puzzlement. Suspiciously, a few questioned this change in her. She didn't answer but became ever louder as they looked around, trying to spot a possible trap they might've walked into.
Angrily, one slapped Doreen across the face, but this only heightened her laughter. Then she was thrown to the ground as each, in his own way, prepared to force her into passionate silence. Insanely, savagely, they all dove toward her, pinching, squeezing, raping her with merciless brutality!
Still, Doreen could not stop her incessant laughter for she had remembered ... remembered the warning ... her unheeded omen ... and finally realized ... there was ... no escape.
A fate will be yours
Black as the night
No one to help you Larger than life!
Laugh if you will
This omen I sent you
Do not soar No rescue
Others go mad
A jungle to hide Run as you may....
NO RESCUE....
* * *
The Fourth Girl Eight:
-WHEN DADDY COMES HOME
"If I've told you once," Janet stormed, "I've told you a million times! Keep that animal out of this kitchen!"
"But-but--" Lorain stammered.
"But-but-but! Well-well-well!" Janet mimicked. "That's all I get from you." Embarrassed, the twelve-year-old looked down at Dano, her pet dog. "And how many times do I have to tell you to clean your room," the woman still harangued. "And your toys are all over the house. Why can't you be neat? Help me a little?"
By now tears were freely streaming down the child's face as her mother kept on, incessantly criticizing the child for her repeated misdemeanors. Dano took this time to utter a growl, sounding his dislike at the woman's tone of voice. Taken back and angrier than ever, Janet pointed her toe and kicked him in the ribs.
"No! No!" Lorain wailed as Dano snapped at his attacker. "Good boy, Dano. Be good...."
"SO!" Janet screamed. "He's good for trying to attack me, huh?" She slapped Lorain's face. "We'll see about that! I've had enough! He's got to go...."
"No, no, no," Lorain yelped and knelt to hold her pet. "Please! Daddy gave him for my birthday last year ... in September."
"I don't care! Your father isn't here now. I'm the boss and he's going to go. And you don't have to remind me about your birthday!"
"But I love him," the tormented offspring reasoned. "He's my friend! We play together and...."
"Go to your room!" Janet ordered, ending their conversation. "I wish your father were here now. He'd deal with you. But this goddamn war...." She stopped. Lorain had left through the swinging door, Dano close behind.
In her room Lorain sat on the bed, body shaking with tears of misery and apprehension. Sensing his master's trouble, Dona lay his head on her lap, his soulful eyes peering up at her. Soon she was quiet, wiping her moist face with a handkerchief, and lay back, patting the bed. Obeying, the dog jumped up beside her as Lorain's swollen eyes grew tired and closed.
Lorain was a pretty child with none of the awkwardness and gangliness so often noticeable in one of her age. Her eyes were a deep violet and her hair lay like a gentle, brown satin mantle on her shoulders. Often, her aunts had commented how she looked so much like her father. She was proud of this, but it had been over a year since he left for Germany to fight the Nazis, and a child's memory soon blurs at finer details. All she knew was that he was tall and strong and kind ... and she prayed for him to come home soon. Then perhaps her mother wouldn't hate her so. And she apparently did, because she knew that Dano was the single possession that meant anything to Lorain. He was the last gift presented to her by her father before going off to fight. Taking the animal away would hurt her more than anything ever could. I can't be that bad, Lorain had thought. Why wouldn't she let me explain about Dano before? Oh, Daddy. Your present....I love Dano....He's my only friend! Oh, Daddy! Please don't let her take him away. Please! Please!
Twisting and turning in her nightmarish sleep, Lorain finally awoke, perspiring so much, her dress was wet. Night had fallen and she groped in the dark for the light switch. After flicking it on, she took her clothes off and donned a terry-cloth robe. Putting her slippers on, she wondered what time it was, hoping it wasn't too late; for she required a bath to wash away her own moisture.
Her bunny-soft slippers silently made their way to the top of the stairs. She had hoped her mother might be asleep, but sounds were audible from below-odd sounds. Lorain listened to what seemed like squealing coming from the den off the living room. Lorain paused for a moment, fear of the unknown gripping her. Then curiosity made her creep down the stairway in order to discover the source of this weird noise.
The door of the den was half open and the floor lamp was turned to dim. The room seemed almost awesome as Lorain peeked inside. She spotted her mother immediately ... as well as the strange man....
They were on the daybed romping in a way Lorain had not seen before. Janet's skirt was off, lying on the floor beside the bed and her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing one voluptuous breast, clearly free of her brassiere, nestled in the man's hand. His other hand was between the female's legs and whatever he was doing certainly pleased her, for she was wiggling her hips and moaning in a peculiar way as she seemed to eat the man's mouth!
Apprehensive yet fascinated, Lorain moved closer. Something else seemed to tell her, some natural instinct, that this was wrong, something to be afraid of! Yet she crept upon them as the male kissed Janet's throat, then her shoulder, then his lips closed over the pointed pink nipple of her breast with a little sucking noise.
"Fred-Fred!" Janet panted as he laid her back on the bed full length and spread her legs apart.
A moment later he had his pants off, then his shorts, and Lorain forgot everything as she watched in utter amazement, discovering, although in the crudest manner, something new about life. Then she saw Fred push his erect penis into Janet's vagina, causing the woman to whimper and nip at his shoulder.
The couple went into such frenzied action it was difficult to figure out who was doing what! Lorain had never seen her mother doing such things-or looking so happy. When it was over, Janet lay panting on her back, too spent to put her legs together, and Fred rolled over on his side, moaning that she'd ruined him, but he'd die happy. He also said something that bothered the child hiding from view...."We could go on like this forever. God, I hope your husband never comes back!"
If Janet had made a reply, Lorain could not hear it as she cringed from the utter sound of his voice, a frown of apprehensive puzzlement on her face, and went noiselessly back upstairs and into the sanctuary of her bedroom.
Days passed as the twelve-year-old still pondered the strange scene she had come upon between her mother and the man she called Fred. She also cornered herself with the statement he had made. Knowing it wasn't the proper thing to say, Lorain was worried as well as being slightly angered by the comparative stranger that had intruded into her father's house.
This, however, was not the full extent of the child's immediate womanly education. Fate seemed to take part in every waking and sleeping hour as events happened quickly. As usual, her parent's constant discipline tormented her to tears, especially since for no apparent reason the child had suddenly developed the habit of bed-wetting.
Something else happened that would prove to be the turning point in all of their lives. While Janet had left one afternoon to do some marketing, Lorain ventured into her mother's bedroom searching for a clean handkerchief. Opening the top drawer of Janet's bureau, she spotted a rather worn paperback book. Out of curiosity, she picked it up.
As she thumbed the pages, Lorain was quite surprised to find illustrations which depicted some of the actions her mother and friend went through the other night. Then she looked back at the cover and read aloud: "The Woman's Response to Marital Love-not to be sold. Marital-marital," she repeated and decided to look it up in the dictionary, concerned that it might be the same as "marriage." If so, what Fred had told her mother the other evening might be true. If it were-where did that put her in relationship to Fred....and her mother ... and her absent father?
Making up her mind to read this book completely, hoping to find some answers, Lorain stole into the bedroom as often as possible after school-whenever her mother was out for an evening-until she had finished the volume ... a much older-and wiser-girl!
Lorain didn't know what to think, whether she should hate or be angry or accept this indiscretion or face her mother with it or....Whatever, she distrusted this man who insisted upon possessing her mother as only her father should! Then somehow this suddenly-aged child had to think of some way to get rid of Fred-to see that her mother ceased her unfaithfulness. But just as soon as she had made this decision, Lorain knew her powerless position left her with nothing to do except bite her tongue ... and await her father's return.
With all of this, taking her mother's constant badgering was harder than ever before, especially when Janet would refer to Lorain as being "bad" or "evil!" You should talk! the girl echoed within, surprising herself for even this silent rebellion.
So Lorain kept receiving her mother's verbal abuse about her sloppiness, about Dano, about the pet's eventual departure, driving the girl to her room, shaking with misery and utter loneliness. Compounding her torment, the youngster awakened almost every night, her bed wet, knowing that Janet would be after her the next morning-once again berating and threatening Lorain, not accepting any excuses.
A week later the girl came home from school just in time to see the black, wire-mesh truck pulling away from the front of her house. She was puzzled until it turned the comer-DOG WARDEN was printed on its side. In panic she raced inside screaming at her parent for the first time in her life, knowing, yet demanding to know where Dano was, calling for him until all she could do was scream in mental anguish.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Janet' hollered as loud as her daughter, outraged by this insubordination. "He's gone and that's it! Now get to your room!" Immediately, Lorain started running up the stairs, mumbling her hatred for the cruelty shown her.
As usual, Lorain woke up in the middle of the night from a wet bed and hastened to the bathroom. To her surprise it was in disarray-toilette articles in various places, some with caps off, tops askew; even her mother's very personal and feminine products were in a mess, as if the woman had been in a hurry.
For a moment Lorain thought about cleaning up but remembered her anger. Instead she took a bath, straightened after herself, and left.
On the way back to her room Lorain paused at the entrance to the den. She scowled in the darkness, then went upstairs. But before she reached her door, she heard the familiar sounds coming from her mothers bedroom.
The girl went toward the noise and bent to the keyhole of the door. It was too dark to see Fred rubbing his fingers up and down the smooth flesh of Janet's shapely legs. But Lorain could hear his mumblings of apparent desire. As his hands slipped from one thigh to the other, then up to caress her hips, Janet's groans of pleasure were quite audible also.
Lorain couldn't stand another moment of this and went to her own bed ... after taking another trip to the lavatory. During all this, the couple was oblivious to anything but their own needs.
Panting at his mate's flesh, Fred moved between her legs and continued to move his hands down until they circled Janet's buttocks. He bent down to smother Janet's vagina with his mouth.
"Get hot, baby. Get hot," he leered sexily and proceeded to slip up to her breasts where he made wide, wet paths with his tongue before encircling her reddish-brown nipples. Slowly and deeply, he sucked on one and then the other.
Down he went, giggling under his breath as he licked and nibbled both, biting at the nipples, sending thrills coursing through her torso. "Do every ... ah ... any...." Janet tried to speak. But the sensuous pleasures inflicted upon her were too much.
"God!" Fred shook. "What a bitch in heat!" At this he went wild and kissed and caressed and squeezed and pinched the body, causing Janet to moan and groan in ecstatic pleasure.
"Do it! Do it! Screw! Screw!" she cried out.
Then Janet felt it-the piece of meat slipped past her outer lips. Fred's eyes were glued shut as he cherished every moment of this sex experience to the fullest.
"Qooh-agh-uhh-ahh...." both of them sounded as the organ went deeper and deeper. Finally, his dagger was completely inside her. Then he worked like a battering ram. On and on, faster and faster, they both went, their bodies perspiring with lust.
"Ohhh!"
"Mmm!"
Fred began to convulse in a maddening ejaculation as he plunged his all within her, trying to come out the other side. Janet reached her own climax and matched his rhythm beat for beat!
Moments later Fred rested and Janet rose from their adulterous bed of lust. He could sleep for half an hour before leaving. She'd be back then....
Lorain had just fallen back to sleep when Janet came in and shook her by the shoulder. "Wake up," she hissed. "Have you seen a dou ... a thing that looks like an enema bag but isn't? It's a long, curved nozzle on one end. I was sure I left it in the main bedroom, hanging on the shower over the tub! Have you seen it?"
"No," Lorain said. "No, I haven't seen it."
"My God! her mother wailed, wringing her hands. "What'm I gonna do?"
Go kiss Fred goodnight, the child wanted to tell her but thought better of it. Instead, she smiled angelically up at her mother-and turned over to fall back asleep....
Two months later more panic-stricken than ever, Janet returned home after a trip to a nearby town. Lorain gazed at her in apparent wonder. Suddenly, her mother looked very tired and worn. Lorain decided not to bother her about the telegram that had come while she was away. It was such good news, but she decided six weeks wasn't too long.
I'll pretend it didn't come, she thought, grinning to herself. Then we'll all be surprised when Daddy comes home!
* * *
The Fifth Girl Eight:
-PSYCHEDELIC SUMMER UNDER THE EIGHTH SIGN
"SCORPIO rules the procreative parts of the anatomy, and for this reason the sign is often referred to as the sex symbol of the stars. Those born in this period are usually extremely preoccupied with sex in all its forms, and experience early in life many forms of sex."
From "The Astrology of Sex" by Merle Santana VENICE PUBLISHING CORP, Van Nuys, Calif., 1971
Patricia Ramsey headed toward the chemistry lab, slightly out of breath and more than a little flustered. She was late that fateful morning, and hoped that Professor Thomas wouldn't be angry. As the attractive twenty-year-old walked briskly along, a thought that had been concerning her on and off for several days came to her mind again. Why had Professor Thomas chosen for her new assistant? Financially well-off, she surely had not been assigned for any monetary reason. Some of the less fortunate but dedicated students vied for these summer jobs. Besides, she wasn't brilliant in the field of chemistry.
But Professor Thomas had told her, "I stay away from so-called dedicated students as much as possible. They think they know everything already and I have to retrain them my way. I believe you will be perfect for the program I have in mind."
"Oh?" Pat had replied inadequately, a bit taken back at the direct simplicity of this man. Yet something else had bothered her-something vague but nevertheless disquieting-in the form of a look completely foreign to his classroom presence-that sent a slight chill up her spine. Now, however, she felt stupid for even thinking something so ridiculous.
Miss Ramsay stepped through the door of the laboratory and immediately spotted Daniel Thomas bending over a microscope, examining one of the countless slides he had amassed during the last ten years at Gorham College. The girl paused momentarily to watch the thirty-five year-old professor at his work. There was a sense of great achievement, a bit awesome as well as stimulating, and Pat suddenly realized that perhaps her work might present a challenge that would make the summer worthwhile.
Daniel Thomas was a good-looking man, about five feet ten, with a fine build and firm muscles. His features were regular and the almost square jaw gave them a strength of character, while his dark brown hair, prematurely touched with gray at the temples, receded just enough to make his face more interesting. His dark eyes were wide and clear, capable of smiling without the aid of facial muscles. He was concentrating now, unaware that anyone had entered the room.
Pat appreciated people and studied them with genuine interest-their characteristics, personality and habits. Sociology her forte, she silently wondered what there was about Professor Thomas that made him seem different from any man she'd ever met before. She knew that Daniel was a Piscean-astrology being one of her main interests outside of school; this accounted for that sense of mysticism and sensitiveness that seemed to surround him. But Patricia had dug further-to the placement of his moon at birth. It appeared in Scorpio, making her even more oddly fascinated-one of the main reasons she had accepted the position. This stranger curiously made the girl forget herself when in his presence. Now, however, her imagination quite overbalanced, it was alarming to realize there was an aspect of intangibility hidden beneath the impersonal attitude of this man....It could be anything ... even....
"Well." Daniel looked up, interrupting her stream of thought. "I see you are ready for work." He smiled.
"Ye ... yes," Pat stammered, ashamed for having strange and fanciful ideas about such a noted personage.
"First," he instructed, still impersonal, "you can wash that batch of slides and tubes in the sink. I'll show you my filing system later. Then...." On and on he went, instructing her of her duties.
By noon Pat had completed the clean up work, made quite a favorable impression ... enough for the professor to ask her to lunch. Seated opposite Professor Thomas in the cafeteria, Pat was the recipient-of many admiring glances from other students attending the summer session. She was a beautiful girl and knew it without conceit. Her hair was long and raven black, brushed until it shown like ebony; her eyes were blue-black and her complexion fair, while her more than generous bust, small waist and trim hips were always displayed to the best advantage in simple but well-cut clothes-worn with a modesty that increased her charm. Pat enjoyed being looked at, but that was all. She wanted to view humanity through "rose-colored glasses"-impersonally-platonically-with no relationship that might jeopardize her clear thinking and judgment. As for sex, she cringed at the thought-her strict upbringing and sense of guilt nurturing this attitude. Constantly, she was aware of men's eyes and alert for the slightest move that might lead to a pass, vehemently rejecting advances before they began; no one ever came back for a second date. Sometimes it concerned her. Why? she wondered. What's the matter with me? Why don't I want a man to? "Are we all set?" Daniel was smiling a bit automatically.
"Yes, sir," Pat smiled back and sipped the last of her coffee.
"You know," he commented suddenly. "This stuff is as black as your beautiful hair."
"Why ... why, thank you," Pat replied, flattered by such a personal remark.
"I mean they both ripple ... or sway the same ... er ... ah....What I mean to say is they both look like liquid," Daniel stammered, completely horrified with himself for giving such a ridiculous compliment in the first place.
Why did I say such a thing? he scolded himself. She must think I'm a bumbling jackass, but she is so-so-so....
Daniel had not consciously considered Miss Ramsey as a physical beauty before; as a matter-of-fact, in the recent past, he seldom considered anyone ... physically. Now, he realized, with a shudder, that he had been contemplating such a thing. He knew that this sudden awareness of the young lady had not hit him at that moment, entirely; he was cognizant of her femininity without noticing it ... no doubt in the classroom. But why? ... He knew why....
In his past sex had played an earnest role in his life. During his youth, Daniel had been a "stud" to reckon with. His drive for the passions in life led him toward the sexual conquest of all femininity that crossed his path. His thirst was unquenchable and his curiosity beyond limits. As experiences increased, so did experimentation. In his early twenties Daniel drove his female companions wild with every act he could imagine-so wild that even the most prudish would perform acts otherwise repulsive to them.
But as his college studies progressed, a new sophistication overtook him. The world of chemistry soon became his new passion in life. Now at the age of thirty-five, he'd experienced intercourse a few times within the past five years-even then it had been a matter of utter frustration and the pursuit by a lusty female who wouldn't take "no" for an answer and had exerted most of the energy in the universal game of seduction. But for the most part, Daniel divorced himself from life and literally sealed himself in the laboratory ... for nothing mattered to him except his work and he had been wrapped up in it for a long, long time. Too long!
For the past few years he felt a sense of coldness-frigid as it were-unable to realize emotion for anything but his test tubes. Then to his astonishment, inner thoughts became centered on matters of the past-other than academia. He knew he was regarding Pat as a blossoming woman-it was not the blossoming of her mind he was noticing! He was also considering something else ... something extraordinary ... completely out of line with the world of educational research, but concentrated within a deeper curiosity-a morbid desire-so foreign he was afraid of reprisal ... but driven toward it no matter what the cost!
For two weeks Pat worked ten hours a day, organizing the laboratory. Through it all, she remained completely in the dark as to what Professor Thomas's new project was going to be. Her duties extended to the cleaning of equipment and the filing of cards she couldn't start to understand. What puzzled her was his insistence that she adjust her schedule to spend at least every other night at the laboratory. Conveniently, beds were already installed.
Besides this, two other elements entered the picture-most disturbing elements-Maureen Wiseman and Eric Fowler. Pat could not understand the need for two more assistants. One perhaps-not two!
But Dr. Thomas would not reveal his plans. He had taken great care investigating those with the "special" qualifications he required. To his amazement, there were many who could've filled the job, but he concentrated on Maureen and Eric-coaxing them to his laboratory for the summer with the promises of good pay-and other "fringe" benefits!
Maureen Wiseman had tawny hair, green eyes and a ripe figure. She was twenty-one and rumored to be the best "piece" on campus; not realizing her own potential, she was certainly willing to find out. At twenty-two Eric Fowler was just as promiscuous and enjoyed this condition to the fullest. There was scarcely a female on the campus who had not felt the touch of his insulting hands or the sting of his many lewd remarks. He was fairly good looking in an earthy sort of way, with brown curly hair and a clear, olive complexion, for what could be seen by his mustache and heavy beard. Even his lascivious expression had a certain appeal and there were enough hot-blooded girls at Gorham College to keep him occupied.
Never having met before, Maureen and Eric both knew of the other's notorious reputation. Their eyes met for the first time-instantaneously, messages were sent and received.
After a week a bewildered Daniel Thomas sat over a microscope late one night; he realized all was quiet-everyone asleep-as he stopped to rub his eyes, thinking about the experiments which were to commence. In his research he remembered some of the professional works on the subject. Then he recalled a few "not-so-professional" but far more exciting fictional accounts. The apparent sensual delights expressed in these pieces filled Daniel's mind. He wondered if any of it could be true. A shiver of fear ran through him, just thinking of the possibilities. You can still back out, he silently told himself. Now, before it's ... too late! Then he pictured Maureen and Eric. He had seen the looks on their faces-the looks of comradeship ... and more....
Suddenly, Daniel's hand slipped between his legs. He felt the hardness. Wide-eyed, he looked down at himself. It was incredible to believe. He hadn't had an erection in what seemed an eternity. Quickly, he went back to peer through his microscope, trying to concentrate on the slide beneath it. Moments passed, but it was no use.
Daniel decided not to panic; after all, he had been in this condition before. It was normal-even for him. But just to relax himself, he went to a locked cupboard and opened it with one of the many keys on his chain. Extracting a brown bottle-used for medicinal purposes only-he uncorked it and took a large swallow that burned his throat and made him cough a bit. Nevertheless, the liquid did the job for which it was meant and Daniel managed to relax. Yet he still wasn't able to concentrate on his work. In moments he became quite dizzy and his hard-on increased, stubbornly. Soon he could have cared less. In fact he let his mind sweep over the subject of sex with slight abandon. He began to giggle, something he normally detested, while examining the protrusion in his pants. He let one, then both hands drop to cover and press it, thinking this might relieve his frustration a bit. Instead, it was intensified.
The professor staggered about, examining the test animals, who slumbered in their cages. Seeing the white buck rabbit that had its eyes closed, Daniel grinned, then reached down to grab the hare by the nape of his neck. With one motion he swept the animal from his pen and placed him in the one next to it, which contained a doe. Immediately, the buck went into action, straddling his mate and pumping her with speed.
Daniel watched, mesmerized. After a few rounds of the buck jumping off and on, what seemed to be a composed doe, the professor turned to gaze at the closed door which separated him and a sleeping Pat. Quietly, he moved to open it. After a moment his eyes became adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and he crept toward the sleeping figure upon the bed.
Pat lay on her back. The night being rather warm, she had kicked the sheets off while asleep. Daniel gazed down upon the figure, clad in a thin negligee, revealing a well proportioned figure with more than ample bust. A sudden urge took hold of the male to reach down and feel the inviting breasts. But he was not drunk enough or brave enough to carry through. Instead, he grabbed his swollen manhood in utter despair and walked to the other side of the room-past the partition that separated them to his own bed. He knew that sleeping this close to her was not such a good idea, now, unless....
Swiftly, he ran and locked himself in the bathroom. Leaning against the door, he unzipped his trousers and brought out his stiff member. God! he thought dazedly. I'm built like a stallion. I almost forgot how big I really was. And it isn't flaccid one bit ... feels like steel!
Daniel took hold of his meat and started beating it with abandon. His mind only had room for one thought now-Pat. He pictured her naked and in his arms. They were making love with a passion rivaled by few.
Soon it was over. The male stiffened as great spurts shot across the bathroom to splatter on the wall. Daniel was far from satisfied. This hadn't been what he wanted, but at least he could sleep-after he cleaned up the liquid that was oozing down the ceramic tile....
As each day crept by, it was apparent that Daniel was not the only one experiencing a certain need-a restlessness-being tormented by swift frustrations ... especially when it became necessary for everyone to remain at the laboratory twenty-four hours a day.
Professor Thomas became more and more apprehensive about his planned project. Indecision forced him to pay a visit to the lower lab where he had stationed Maureen and Eric. One thought was in mind-to cancel the experiments. Yet even as Daniel approached the laboratory, he was fearful of the sensual desires which were making weak all thoughts of sensibility.
Receiving no answer to his knock, he assumed they were out to lunch. He was about to leave and return later but decided to try the door and, finding it unlocked, went in. Seeing no one, he started to write a note on the pad he always carried with him-wanting the pair to see him as soon as they returned.
Turning to leave, Professor Thomas heard a strange noise from one of the small rooms adjoining the lab; it seemed to be something between a gasp and a sob, only a bit more guttural than either. Daniel followed the direction of the sound, walking softly. The door to the room was standing open about six inches. He peeked in. The sight that met his eyes almost made him utter an exclamation, but it was stifled. Maureen and Eric, stark naked, were on the floor, locked in sexual frenzy; the sounds were merely blissful gurglings from the girl as she cooed and chewed on her partner's shoulder. This pair wasn't kidding! The professor knew he should do something; but what?
The sight before him was more than fascinating, for it brought back sensual memories of the past....Memories which he was beginning to feel the physical need to recapture. For a moment Daniel struggled to pull himself away but realized it was no use.
Maureen was a bit paunchy, as was Eric, yet both were still appealing in their own way. The female lay on her back, legs spread wide apart. The giant, Eric, fit nicely in between them as he leaned forward, holding himself up off his sex partner and nibbling at her breasts. At first Maureen had been disappointed by the "equipment" that now pierced her hot vagina. For the size of Eric, she had expected a gigantic phallus to accompany his physique. Instead, she received something a bit smaller, but a technique that pleased her to the utmost, making her completely forget that she didn't have a giant lodged within her.
"Oooh ... mmmm," the female moaned with bliss as the rod slid in and out of her flesh.
"Nishe ... delicioush," Eric slurred as he licked and nibbled at the voluptuous breasts. Then he grinned as an idea struck him. Swiftly, he rose up on his knees, extracting himself from her.
"Wha ... wha...." Maureen began, startled.
"Come on, baby," he teased. "You don't want me to shoot my load yet. I gotta eat some pussy, before I do anything else."
"Whee," she shouted.
In moments, they were lying on their sides, Eric nestled his head between Maureen's legs, extending his tongue which slipped expertly past her lips. At the same time, and with no coaching, the female grabbed hold of his organ, licking it before letting the head slip into her mouth. Doing this, Maureen realized one of her partner's secrets which made her feel so good. His pole was thick-so thick in fact that she could hardly get her lips around it. It delighted her more than ever. She enjoyed a good challenge and went at this one with vengeance, feeling and tasting the meat which she impaled herself on.
By this time, Eric was nestled comfortably in the large, black patch of hair that surrounded the female's crotch. Ravenously, he sucked and ate and tongued the woman until not a dry spot was left between her legs. In moments, they were writhing and twisting with exquisite delight. Both pairs of hips moved back and forth as each tried to force their bodies deep into the other's throat, attempting to feel the utmost in pleasure.
Daniel stood just outside the door, panting almost as much as the others. He didn't know if he could take much more of this, and clutched the hard that strained against his zipper-fighting the secret urge to join them!
After they had had enough of sixty-nining, Eric slipped between Maureen's legs to ram her once again. This time she was determined to keep him where he was and threw her legs behind his back to bring him forward.
"Li ... like it, baby?" he gasped as sweat poured from his forehead. "Want more? It's all yours." With this, he plunged forward, his thick tool slightly stretching her womanhood.
"Yes, yes," she squealed. "Stick me, stick me!" She lurched her hips, moving in rhythm with Eric as he strained to sink his all within her.
Harder and harder-faster and faster-they worked to attain the heights of passion. Mouth smashed against mouth, muffling the moans and groans of lust as they clung to each other.
"N ... now, baby," Eric gasped. "YES!"
"Yes ... yes!" Eric gasped. "YES!" With this he stiffened momentarily then fell forward, emitting moans of ecstasy to match hers.
In moments, feeling quite satisfied, the pair collapsed on the floor.
Going upstairs sometime later, Daniel tried to compose his thoughts and ... his whirling emotions! He had been more upset at what he had just seen than he cared to admit. For a man who had been considered practically an academic recluse and one who had also been thinking of himself as frigid, he was now experiencing a feeling of aggressiveness that a stallion would-spotting a new herd of mares. It was highly disconcerting and more than a little alarming. The man found himself frantically trying to shift his clothes so that obvious signs would not be noticed. He was too old for this kind of nonsense anyway and Pat was too young to be expected to understand these "hard" facts of life. By the time he reached the lab he had everything fairly well under control and his assistant was far too busy to notice anything this side of the crumbling tower of the laboratory was housed in.
"This slide looks rather strange," Pat commented. "If I didn't know better I'd say...."
"Never mind!" Daniel almost shouted, startled at the girl, who found the slide he carelessly left under a microscope.
"Sor ... sorry," Pat stammered, surprised at the man's sudden vehemence. "I just...."
"That's okay," he sighed. "I'm just a bit overwrought this afternoon. I'm sorry."
Pat smiled, appreciating his apology, and forgot the entire incident. Later she went to get a few groceries, for they had set up housekeeping on a grander scale than originally planned. Afterwards, Daniel found himself extremely restless, a condition he was ill equipped to cope with since it was such a rare occurrence. He kept thinking of Maureen and Eric and their erotic conduct, until it got to preying on his mind. Then he remembered his so-called purpose of seeing the couple in the first place-supposed cancellation of the project. And why hadn't they replied to his note? He decided to go down and pay them another visit; it would be interesting to see how they would act at his casual entrance. The longer he thought about it the more excited he got and realized that his heart was pounding and he was sweating!
Sneaking down the stairs, he felt like a criminal and straightened his shoulders, ashamed of his furtive manner. To his surprise the door to the laboratory was standing open at least a foot, and he strode in. Again, apparently no one was there and he started across the floor toward the supply room when suddenly he stopped dead and stared at the bodies on the floor behind a high table containing test tubes and a Bunsen burner: Eric and Maureen were behaving with even more abandon, if possible, than earlier in the day! They were completely unaware of his presence and he tried to say something ... anything ... but no sound could he produce. Indeed, his feet of clay were rooted to the spot and soon he was empathizing to the point of utter moral disaster. For a long time he stood there and, when at last he moved, it was to tear out of the place and back up to the tower with as much speed as he could muster.
Panting, he reached the upper lab and sat down, trying to collect himself. It was at this moment it came to him to expand his file on the sexual behavior of people under normal and abnormal circumstances. Yes, he would continue with the proposed project-with relish. Hurrying into his cubicle of an office, he quickly selected two folders and began. Writing furiously, Daniel found that he had a great deal to set down about his own reactionary involvement, brought about by visual participation. He was so engrossed in his work he failed to hear Pat come in until she was standing at his shoulder. With a start that flustered him considerably he managed to cover up what he was writing-
"May I help you with anything?" she asked innocently. "If not, I'd like to shower....
"Of course, of course," he smiled nervously. "I won't need you for a little while."
As he watched her leave the room, Daniel couldn't help but wonder what his assistant would say if she discovered his project-and her purpose of the study. She's got to be a virgin, he mused.
Again, the professor ventured to peek in the lower laboratory door before going up the steps. Nothing had changed. Eric and his girlfriend were still on the floor, engaged in some sort of erotic play, tantalizing each other with moans and groans of ecstasy. He paused for a moment, then kicked the door shut. He didn't care if they did hear-he wasn't filming an x-rated movie. On the way back, he worried a bit for fear Pat might have heard noises from the lab when she came in but dismissed the idea. Then-he wished she had heard them.
Standing in the small bathroom, with the door locked behind her, Patricia removed her panties, wanting to examine herself as best she could, but it was awkward. I need a full-length mirror, she thought. Touching various parts of her body, there were some places she liked ... and some she didn't. She'd never done this before, and she didn't want to do it now; she wanted to report what she had seen in the lower lab-but couldn't do that either. All she could do was stand there ... and let a searching finger slip past her virginal womanhood....
An increasing tenseness began to envelope the occupants of the laboratory. Maureen and Eric were becoming used to each other's lustful ways but wanted to be on the road to more and better pleasures. Anxiously, they awaited the professor s first phase of the operation-not too patiently.
Daniel, too, fought with all his being, thoughts which were getting wilder and wilder. Constantly, Pat Ramsey and her appealing body filled his mind. But then he began to notice Maureen-and every other female that came within "smelling" distance....
Pat was also experiencing new and strange feelings-feelings she did not desire. A great shame had filled her since that evening she had accidentally walked in on her sexual colleagues; then her disgust for them and herself increased even more when her own body tingled with that strange excitement....
The following afternoon she realized there were a few things they needed from the store and prepared to leave. Dashing off a short note to Daniel, she put it on his desk and hurried past the lower lab, not bothering to notice if the door to that rather infamous cubicle were open or not.
The library of so-called "basic experiments" was closed tightly-for Daniel, after sneaking in, had shut the door behind him. Wedged in a position of concealment, Professor Thomas had begun his experimentation-unannounced, even to his "guinea pigs." Wanting the element of surprise-the unpreparedness-in this first phase, he had managed to introduce a dissolving granule into both of their coffees at the noon meal. This chemical, never before tested on human beings, caused much apprehension, as usual, but not as much if he were giving it to any other two people. Maureen and Eric left much to be desired as human beings-although Daniel knew he was no judge-but there was less guilt, thankfully, for he was beyond helping himself.
Now the chemist had waited for over five minutes to see what Maureen and Eric might do-what effect, if any, the chemical had on them. But the pair were performing the unexpected by sticking to a few menial tasks he had assigned them to stave off boredom.
Daniel, caught up with these new voyeuristic desires, hungered for them to grab hold of each other and commence with their lovemaking yet realized the possibility of complete indifference on their part. Suddenly, he had to stifle a desire to call out to them and urge them on to more sensual activities. But he held himself in check, awaiting any effect upon them-not wanting to implant a suggestion on their Psyche which might be foreign to the natural course of the drug.
Studying the pair, he watched Eric carefully pour some contents from one test tube to another when Maureen accidentally bumped his arm. Both glass vials crashed to the floor.
"Dammit," he cursed.
"Sorry," she said. "But I grew dizzy for a ... But you needn't get so nasty about it."
"What do you expect," Eric shouted, his vehemence becoming too great. "You're so damned clumsy!"
"Well," Maureen puffed indignantly. "You're no prima ballerina yourself!"
"Get fucked, you bitch!"
"Maybe I will. And by a MAN, too!"
"Just what do you mean by that," he demanded.
"You heard me," she gritted her teeth.
"I take it I'm not a man."
"You said it! I didn't."
Daniel held his breath as something told him this day would not be wasted. Already Eric began sweating with excitement and grabbed hold of Maureen by the hair, bringing her to him.
"That's it, baby," he grinned. "Fight me! I like a gal doing that. It makes me feel good and hot. That way I can teach her a few lessons!"
"That's what you think!" Maureen screamed and sent a knee between his legs with all the force she could muster.
"Agh ... oooh!" Eric cried out as he doubled up, grabbing his groin in anguish.
Maureen laughed. "I like to be mean, too!"
Relishing this experience, she taunted, "What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'll ... I'll show you," he managed to utter. "You'll wish you never did that!" He straightened up and began pursuing the female with speed. Around the room they ran, knocking things down and throwing whatever they could at the other.
Quickly, Daniel took notes, listing the apparent effects of the drug, as the pair displayed obvious caveman characteristics, mixed with definite sadomasochistic desires. In a matter of minutes Eric had pinned Maureen to the floor. Both laughed and scowled and cursed while ripping each other's clothes away, bent on the torture they were determined to give and receive.
Naked, Eric leaped to his feet. "Come on, bastard!" Maureen spat, her nude body already turning black and blue from his roughness. "Let me bite that fat cock off."
Unspeaking, Eric grinned down, then looked about the room. Spotting a long, thick glass vial, he grabbed it then fell between her legs once again. "See this, my fat cunt!" he said. "Now, feel it!" He aimed and shoved the object with full force.
"That's it, baby," he panted, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Writhe-twist-scream! You're always drooling about wanting twelve inches; now, you've got them! Suffer, bitch! Suffer!" When he was satisfied, Eric left the vial completely within Maureen and lay down beside her. Unable to extract the object, the female threw herself upon him, kissing passionately, drawing in his tongue and biting it. Eric took hold of her breasts and dug his nails in deep. Both moaned with pleasurable pain.
Then with no coaxing at all, Maureen straddled Eric and slipped toward his middle where she abruptly reached down to take hold of his flesh, aim, and sit, letting the organ slide up her rectum. Eric undulated his hips while grabbing hold of Maureen and forcing her down.
The redhead began giggling and writhing, heaving and literally drooling with sensuous pleasure, encouraging Eric on to more and more painful pleasure. Finally, his sadistic desires could stand it no longer. Carefully, he extracted the glass tube from her bud of passion. Then viciously, he inserted as many fingers as possible. Maureen screamed, then laughed, then screamed at the feeling she was receiving from both sides. Nevertheless, Eric continued this incredible mission, one finger at a time while thrusting his hips up and down, enjoying the tight vise that surrounded him.
Wanting revenge, Maureen lifted up until Eric's phallus plopped out of her. Immediately, she grabbed hold of it and began twisting.
"Yeow!" he cried out in anguish, but made no attempt to stop her.
Daniel almost strangled with the intensity of it all. He had become obsessed with the possibilities and variations on this theme. His quest for knowledge was soon overshadowed by desire! One month ago he would have said that the whole thing was impossible-the fires within were dead! But now-oh, now was different-the scene had changed-his life had changed! Through it all, he was conscious of fighting those yearnings for the young thing upstairs in his own laboratory! How complicated life was when sex reared its ugly head! And how devastating it could be-integrated with drugs-tested and untested. He shook with fear of what he had done, knowing a close watch on Maureen and Eric was needed. The possibility of bodily harm was very real-as well as an unexpected reoccurrence with no need of a second dosage.
Again, his complete thoughts were with the couple only a few yards away. Now they were busy sixty-nining, biting savagely, while inserting their fingers deep within the other s rectum.
"Oooh-ahh," they moaned repeatedly, complete animal lust filling them.
"Baby, baby," Eric gasped. "Sweet pussy." Again, he stuck out his tongue and slipped it between her hair lips.
"Oh, my God, my God," Maureen cried out in ecstasy, the hot tongue sending chills and fever throughout her body. "Eat me! Eat me!"
Expertly, Eric let his tongue dart in and out and around the lips as the female grabbed hold of his head, pushing it down while thrusting her hips inward. At the same time Eric shoved his own midsection, almost choking her on his slight organ, now streaming with her saliva.
Moments later Eric moved to thrust his dagger deeper within the wet entrance between Maurice's legs.
"Do it!" she moaned. "Screw-fuck-hurt-me-come!"
"Whore! Bitch!" Eric spat with lust. "Tight pussy ... fuck forever!"
"Yes!" she cried out.
"Oooh!"
"Ahh!"
"Uhh!"
"Eeek!" Maureen squealed. "I ... I'm ... coooommmminnnng...."
"Me-me, too," he groaned, his body lurching and jerking forward and back. "Ugh-oohmmmm...."
"Ahhh....
They collapsed in each others arms, exhausted. Daniel, too, fell against the wall of the supply room. His pants were wet. He had ejaculated with no help whatsoever. The trio rested.
Later that day when everyone got back to work, Pat noticed a cable lying on Daniel's desk. She read it with mild surprise then went to her employer, asking, "Who is Claude?"
"Huh?" Daniel responded, not really hearing
"It says here that you're supposed to meet Claude at the airport tomorrow. He's arriving on the plane-from France."
"A plane?" he replied, glancing up from his test tubes. "What for?"
"Well," Pat continued, "I don't know what for....I just saw this cable on your desk to her. meet a plane tomorrow at two thirty in the afternoon."
The professor stood looking at her blankly over the test tubes, then a sudden flash of comprehension crossed his face and he sat down abruptly.
"My God!" he breathed. "You're right. I'm glad you reminded me....I'll have to check a few things." This was all he offered on the subject and went back to his work. Pat congratulated herself for doing such a fine job of reminding him and went to feed one of the white mice.
Patricia Ramsey slept a bit later the next morning than was planned-worn out with concealing her inner excitement about this unexpected arrival. When she opened her eyes, Professor Thomas was up and gone, leaving a note informing her that he was at the downstairs laboratory having a conference with Eric. Pat brushed her hair, put on a clean uniform and took care of her duties.
By one thirty in the afternoon she changed into a new crisp uniform that fit her like a glove, added some make-up and finished with a touch of her best perfume behind each ear.
At twenty minutes past three she heard noises outside and moved down the stairs to greet the professor and the new arrival. Opening the door, she stood back, slightly surprised to see the grinning stranger-looking less academic than the caged animals upstairs!
It became obvious in a few days that the atmosphere of the laboratory had changed and intensified even more than ever. It was also obvious that the new arrival didn't help to ease matters any. Claude was not of the highest mentality and was often rude and sometimes surly. What seemed to be most aggravating about him was the way he sat around with a perpetual leer on his face. This bothered Patricia more than anyone as he would constantly look her up and down with hot, dark eyes whenever she moved.
Claude was quite dark, like the southern French, with slick black hair and a small mustache. His stature was small, but with the tight clothes he wore, one could tell he was muscular. Yet he appeared dirty to Pat and she was afraid of a great whiff of body odor if she got too close.
What upset her even more was that Claude was there for no apparent reason. He did less work than Maureen and Eric. The only time she saw him come close to it was once when he momentarily peered over Dr. Thomas' shoulder while the professor studied a slide.
For a while, Claude tended to bother Patricia-always following her about-always trying to strike up a rather suggestive conversation. Then he ceased this brashness-so abruptly, in fact, it made her wonder. The truth was, he had a new interest; he had seen Maureen several times in the hall downstairs and she had returned his insolent up and down glance with considerable pleasure/Curious, he made plans to see more of the vile creature-privately! His chance came ... soon!
Claude knocked on the door of the lower lab. The redhead answered. He knew Eric had gone for supplies and hadn't returned. Maureen welcomed him with a smirk on her face. Her color increased as Claude walked toward her, an evil leer to match her own. He took the door and closed it. Leaning back, Claude let his hips jut out. Maureen saw the emphasis on the front of his trousers and licked her lips in apprehension.
Both literally leaped together, their open mouths crushing the other. Nothing had to be said as each began acting more and more like animals in heat.
As they embraced, Maureen felt down while Claude felt up. She screeched with surprise and jumped as if something had bitten her. Immediately, she knew why Dr. Thomas had sent for the man, but wondered just what phase of the project he would be included in. She also questioned if she were able to accommodate that part of him he offered so readily. Cautiously, she fell to her knees, unzipped his tight pants and struggled to get the longest, thinnest erection she had even seen; extracted from its confines.
Finally, Maureen accomplished her mission but could only stare, wide-eyed, at the appendage-so long, it bowed at the middle. She started to get to her feet. "Never mind," he grinned down, sensing her purpose. "It's exactly ten inches. I'm part Arab, with a bit of African. I come from a long line that practices phallic cultivation'."
"God!" Maureen almost swooned. "So cultivate! Cultivate!" She relaxed in front of him and started to gobble the foreign meat with assurance. Claude instantly loved the expert job being done on him but managed to retain his composure while slipping off his black turtleneck sweater, revealing a taut physique and chest covered with black, coarse hair. Then he shoved Maureen back, causing her to fall on the floor as he took his pants off.
"My God!" Maureen exclaimed as he stood, nude; above her. "You're almost as hairy as Eric!"
"Forget him," Claude said and spread his legs to walk over her. Then he fell to his knees, sitting upon her breasts, lifting her head, and forcing his long poker down her throat. Maureen gagged momentarily, with excitement, and bit slightly at the base, then harder and harder.
"Ooooh-ah," the Frenchman shook and laughed. "Hurt me! Bite-bite!"
Maureen obeyed and clenched her teeth so hard, they almost met. Then Claude pulled away, making the teeth scrape along the length of his tool. In less than five seconds the man slipped her panties off and plunged his smarting tool deep within the woman's vagina, ramming her with such intensity, both bodies shook. Maureen clung to him, her nails digging into his back.
Suddenly, the door opened. Eric stood, dumbfounded for a moment. Then he laughed uproariously and closed the door. Claude looked back, startled, and began to get up.
"That's okay, honey," Maureen assured him. "We just love threesomes."
"Uh huh," Eric emphasized with a gleam in his eye. Excitedly, he ripped at his clothes, anxiously to join the fun.
"Oooh-ahh-mmmm ... the sex partners on the floor kept mumbling as the newcomer prepared to greet them.
Claude busily sucked on Maureen's full brown nipples as soon as she was able to open her blouse and part with her bra. He continued to plunge his rod deep within the fleshy box. Eric stood above them, surveying the scene and noting how excited they were. He smiled and knew he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. He had an idea!
Slowly, he moved to stand at Maureen's head. He dropped to his knees and scooted forward until her face was between his legs. Immediately, she opened her mouth to take in the short rod.
Now all three were enjoying the scene to the fullest. Claude loved Maureen's cavern, for it allowed, after slight urging, his entire offering, and he pummeled the woman with even greater intensity. Of course, Eric went wild with the pair of lips caressing his all. Maureen was in her own ecstatic world of lust. Her body writhed and twisted and convulsed with joy.
Eric soon grabbed hold of Maureen's head and pushed down, choking her on his cream. Claude felt his own wad beginning to release. Maureen, too, was at her climax. She screamed for a moment, then clamped down on Eric's scrotum.
"Agh-ugh-yeow-oooooh!" he shouted and tensed his body as the intense pain shot through him. Maureen paid no attention as she thrilled to Claude's load filling her as her own end was at hand.
When they had finished and both Maureen and Claude licked Eric's wounds, they made plans for that evening-the fun they would have-and the surprise Claude promised!
As usual, the professor had made his way to the storeroom of the lower lab without anyone seeing him. When he had gone in search of the Frenchman, Daniel heard the wild sounds of lust coming from the room. At first he bent down to peer through the keyhole. He gasped at the sight that greeted him and stayed there for a moment. But afraid that Pat might see him, he entered the lower lab by another entrance and made his way to the secret room he had adopted for his spying tactics. Now as he sat watching them, content that the Frenchman had completed the second phase of experimentation-fornication without the influence of hallucinatory drugs-he prepared for the next important part of the project. As he scribbled in his notepad with his right hand, his meat was out and he was stroking it with his left hand-his frustrations quickly climbing to the breaking point.
At dinner that evening everyone was in a festive mood, each in his own way, for everything seemed to be working out fine. Claude appeared anxious for some reason and suggested that he go out to get something to drink.
"That," Pat Ramsey grinned, "won't be necessary." With this she went to a nearby cupboard and extracted a few bottles of liquor.
Everyone applauded their appreciation and prepared to enjoy the girl's purchases. Adjourning to the lower, where there was more room, most expected more than just an evening of social chatter and drinking.
But as the night wore on, apprehension set in. Even Dr. Thomas looked a bit frayed around the edges. Most became too anxious for adventure and did their best to insure the progression of their desires.
Maureen and Eric stood behind a make-shift bar, preparing more drinks-at the same time shuffling about touching and feeling each other as intimately as possible. Claude stood next to Daniel carrying on half a conversation while glancing at Pat every once in a while. Jesus! he shouted within. That broad makes me hotter all the time. More than Maureen ever could. I'll bet her snatch is tighter than my asshole. Oooh, Patty! What I wouldn't give to lay you out and screw you right!
Daniel, too, paid little attention to his conversation with the Frenchman, for his own thoughts were with the virgin.
By midnight, Pat excused herself for the evening, planning to retire for much needed rest. Claude tried to convince her to stay-unsuccessfully. Although preferring her beauty, he still breathed a sigh of relief at her absence, as did the others.
Now all began consuming the alcohol in larger quantities-as each glanced about with even greater apprehension and excitement. They waited for the other to make a move. Then suddenly, Daniel bid goodnight and quickly left, knowing he was the uninitiated member of the group-the blockade in the road of fun and sex. He sensed this, but wanted to stay, the liquor hitting the right spot in his anatomy-causing inhibitions to vanish, bringing frustrations to their peak!
The door closed, Not for long. Daniel quickly swept into the room. His "brilliant" plan had worked. Already on the floor, the others looked up in mild surprise-the liquor having caused too swift an inebriation for them to really care who it was. In fact, Maureen giggled, "Care to join us?"
"Shure," Daniel slurred, surprising them all as he fell to his knees and grabbed hold of the female to kiss her passionately.
For moments Claude and Eric were left out but soon took the initiative; both stripped. Eric was the first to finish; he fell to his knees and began feeling up Maureen's already naked body. Claude frowned at the American's speed, for now the female was covered. He couldn't get at her for his own enjoyment. But wanting something to do, he began depantsing Daniel.
"Ooo la la!" he exclaimed in appreciation of the professor's muscular physique; he left Daniel with nothing but his undershorts. Then, taking them away, he shouted, "Magnifique! What a prong. Look, Maureen. Your wish has come true. Our renowned doctor has the biggest, long....He could put a bull to shame."
"Yum, yum!" Maureen uttered and rose up to grab Daniel's erect tool.
"Oooh," he swooned at the touch and fell backwards, letting the woman get between his legs and gobble his equipment. Instinctively, he grabbed hold of her head and moved it with speedy rhythm. Oh God! he screamed within. She's sucking me off! It feels like heaven and hell all wrapped up into one. I forgot how wonderful it could be. "Suck!" he ordered-demanding-his will power shriveled to nothingness-only the physical mattering now. "Suck! More-more! Take all of me!"
"Honey." She rose momentarily. "You're so big "
"Do it," he interrupted and pushed her head back and forced all of his meat down her throat. Maureen choked a great deal, but wasn't allowed to raise up. After a few moments she became used to the monster within her and obeyed Daniel's orders. "That's it-that's it," he gasped, remembering his youth even more-recapturing those years of utter passion. "Eat my meat. Oooh, I ... watched you and Eric....You shucked him sho gooood. Ahh-nice-nice. Feelsh sho gooooood."
"Okay, baby," Eric inserted. "If yer gonna eat him all night, I'll jusht hafta get mine, too." With this he sidled up behind Maureen and grabbed hold of her fat cheeks, which were now stuck up into the air. He spread them and bent down to shove his face into her crack.
"Whee," Maureen gasped at the feeling of the male's tongue being forced into her hole. Then she went back to her task of thrilling Daniel as Eric continued to impassion her. Soon Maureen's hips were swaying back and forth, chills running up and down her loins.
"Now, baby," her boyfriend grinned. "Yer gonna love this!" Swiftly, he rose up and scooted forward. His body and her hole were directly in line. He shoved.
"Agh," Maureen uttered in surprise as she felt the thick head enter her. But she spoke no protest. She loved the pain; it brought untold pleasure to her warped senses.
"Like it, don'tcha, my bitch!" Eric grinned evilly. "Here's some more!" With this he took hold of her hips for leverage and forced his thickness completely inside of her.
Now the trio worked in rhythm and with a sort of viciousness each loved. More and more, Daniel made the female choke on his meat until it hurt. Maureen, in turn, had taken hold of his scrotum and squeezed with one hand while inserting a long-nailed finger up his own anus. It hurt badly, but he didn't dare stop her; besides, it was too exciting, sadistic, lustful....Eric, too, became vicious in his attack from the rear and beat on the woman's back with intermittent grabs at her breasts.
Once again, Claude felt quite left out of the festivities. He hadn't expected Dr. Thomas to join in on their fun-only watch from his secret vantage point as he had that afternoon. Claude had spied on him also-seeing Daniel masturbate while watching the trio caught up in sexual abandon. He knew the professor wouldn't be able to remain purely clinical in these so-called experiments and observations. Now looking at the naked man "make it" with Maureen, Claude wasn't really happy with his prediction. He had carried out Daniel's orders-passing out a new drug for Maureen and Eric's consumption-taking a "jolt" himself. Now his head swam, his senses were boiling....
Maureen slid up and down the monster that Daniel possessed. Then she released the phallus to stretch out atop him. Lips met lips, each gnashed against teeth, tongues intertwined as new thrills coursed through their frames.
Daniel grabbed hold of Maureen and clung desperately with one arm while aiming his flesh. Eric who still remained within the woman, was atop them, forcing Maureen's hips down to be impaled on the other's monstrous rod with one fell swoop. She moaned with ecstatic joy as the invasion was completed.
Claude looked on in utter hopelessness. Now, what could he do? Thinking, he went to the bar and took a number of swallows from the bottle of bourbon, for the task he was about to undertake required it. He still clutched his rod and stroked it slowly. In a few short minutes the straight liquor hit him like a plow. He swayed back and forth but wasn't too inebriated to pass out or forget his frustration. His eyes blurred for a moment; he rubbed them, then took careful aim and staggered toward the door. After many tries he finally made it past the sex trio, who were now completely oblivious to anything or anyone else-or even where they were. Lights and colors sped and circled around them-they became part of the rainbow, floating and drifting on pastel clouds.
Reaching the door, Claude opened it, then looked down at the others. A moment of deep, intense anger shot through him, accompanied by a gleam in his eye. Ignore me will they, he thought. "Eric!" he shouted aloud. "You fuckin' bashtard! I'll ... I'll show you!" Everything was swimming about him, but he made out an object that sat on a nearby shelf-a Bunsen burner. It was rather long-about nine inches-and skinny, with a flat base. Christ! he realized. It looks almost as big as mine-only much, much harder-ha, ha! He grabbed for it but knocked the metal object on the floor. He started giggling as he reached down to retrieve it. Now, mon petite, he thrilled within. Suffer! At this, he jabbed and jabbed Eric's buttocks with the cool burner.
"St ... to ... sto ... op...." the American shook from both the pain and the thrills he was receiving from Maureen's body.
"Shut up!" Claude ordered and continued to stick the big man with the blunt end of the burner. Then, he rubbed it up and down Eric's crack, teasingly.
"No! No!" Eric pleaded as he glanced back and felt the cold sharp metal become even more intense as it threatened his well-being.
"Now, baby." The Frenchman giggled as the burner tip reached the tight, dark opening of the male's rear. "It's all yours!" Roughly, he plunged it past Eric's hole.
"Ugh-ooh-STOP!" he cried out-becoming angry. But the sensuous thrills he was receiving from the redhead made him unable to physically protest.
Claude would not hear him. He unscrewed the metal base and discarded it. Then he rammed more of it up the male. Soon, however, he became anxious to get on to a more important thrill. With one fell swoop he rammed the rest of the burner up a now screaming Eric, who felt the cold metal invade his insides and go past wherever any other object had been.
Claude staggered out the door and fell up the steps, his naked, hairy body perspiring with anticipation. "Ha, ha, ha," he began laughing, getting louder and louder. He grabbed himself and moved forward.
Strange sounds roused Patricia from a sound sleep. "Wha ... what?" she began, then sat up. After rubbing her eyes, another sound startled her. She realized it came from the nearby room where the test animals were kept. At first she was going to go back to sleep but decided to check to make sure everything was all right.
Not bothering to put on her robe, Pat traveled to the cages. As she opened the door, she turned on the light ... and screamed with utter horror.
Everything was in a frenzy-and not helped by her outburst. Some cages were empty-others contained two and three animals-a few with different species-fighting-mating-creating havoc. Yet what appalled the female even more was Claude-sitting on the floor-nude-his legs spread-body tensed-his drugged mind not even realizing the helpless hen in his hands-nor his action of pounding the already expired bird upon his organ.
"Stop! Stop!" Pat screeched. "I ... I'm going to tell Dr. Thomas." With this she started to run out of the room.
"Ha, ha, ha!" Claude laughed uproariously, startling the girl for a moment. "Go! Tell that old fucker! Maybe he'll join me." Swiftly, he rose to his feet, discarding the animal, swaying back and forth.
"You ... evil ... rotten...." Pat began to curse.
"Come here!" Claude grinned slyly and jutted his hips forward, letting his stiffness bounce up and down.
"Ughh!" Pat uttered with disdain and ran from him, calling "Dr. Thomas-Dr. Thomas!"
"Dr. Thomas," Claude mimicked as he pursued the female, new and wilder thoughts filling his mind. "Dr. Thomas!"
Swiftly, Pat started toward the outer door with Claude close behind-so close that he managed to clutch her negligee and rip it off. She screamed even louder and tried to pull it up to cover her naked breasts.
"Come on, bitch," Claude demanded, his eyes opening wide at her partial nakedness. "Oooh, you got the best lookin' jets I ever did see!"
"My God!" Pat shivered. "No! No!" At this, she fled down the stairway, praying Daniel was in the lower laboratory. She barely reached it before Claude was upon her once again. But she did manage to open the door before he was able to do something she might be sorry for. Then she saw what was going on. This was too much and she did the only thing an unsuspecting girl could do, seeing three naked people clinging to each other with passion. She fainted on the spot.
Claude paused for a moment, waiting for the others to notice her. But they were too wrapped up in what they were doing to care about anything else.
Suddenly, Eric screamed that he was coming and fell upon Maureen, releasing his pent-up load. When he had finished, he fell off the female to gasp and pant on the tile floor.
"Eric," Claude called in a whisper as he started to lift the girl. "Help me."
"Huh?" the American uttered and looked up. "Jesus!"
"Shh," he cautioned.
Eric rose to help him lift the girl and carry her out of the room. Immediately, he began drooling at her partial nakedness and started planning a delightful, sensuous, course of action. Up the steps, the men carried the young package and back into her bedroom.
"God," the larger one finally sighed. "She's luscious."
"Out," Claude answered in his native tongue.
In the bedroom, they anxiously threw her on the bed and began ripping at what was left of her negligee. Both sighed audibly at her beauteous form when finally rendering her completely nude.
"Get some rope," Claude ordered.
"Huh?"
"You heard me! Do you want her waking up and skipping out so she can tell someone what's going on here?"
"No," Eric answered. "I guess you're right."
"Sure, I am!" he stated. "No one's gonna screw me up! Now, hurry!"
In moments Eric left and returned with some of the rope that had held a new shipment of cages. "This will do! Hey, what the hell happened in the lab next...."
"Hurry!" the Frenchman said, cutting him short. "Just in case she wakes up."
"Oooh," Eric uttered as he grabbed her wrists and ankles, spreading them apart to tie them to the bedposts, forgetting his curiosity about the laboratory. "She ... she looks great. Nice and firm and gorgeous!" After securing her hands and feet, he just stood above her, appreciating Pat's femininity. "Oh; honey," he spoke. "I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU!"
It was a long time before Patricia Ramsey awoke the following day. When at last she opened her eyes, the sun was doing its best to come through the curtained windows, casting a golden hue on everything in the room. At first she felt dazed, then bewildered. She blinked and closed her eyes again. Something was trying to come through from her subconscious and she was aware that every fibre of her being was struggling to put off the knowledge of what it was. The girl decided to relax and stop thinking; the unruly whirling of jumbled, disconnected impressions in her mind were tiring and the urge to go back to sleep was deep within her. Vaguely, she knew that something was wrong. Now she dozed off again in spite of herself-but not for long.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open and she realized, with a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, what it was that she'd been evading: the horrible picture of Eric, Maureen and Daniel on the floor in a sexual tangle of lust! Tears of shock, fright and shame brimmed over and coursed unbidden down her cheeks. Dr. Thomas, the great chemist, the object of her profound admiration, and-and....He'd fallen miserably from his pedestal. Yet she cast desperately to find an excuse for his conduct.
Pat tried to force her thoughts away from this place-this time. But it was useless. The picture of the nude bodies kept flashing across her vision-Daniel's gigantic penis, forcing its way inside Maureen, became insistent.
Clutching at straws, Pat suddenly realized that-in essence-the professor was living up to his lunar position in the Zodiac-something he knew nothing about. But just before she passed out, this awful thought crossed Pat's mind as it did now. His ruthless passion-rebellious attitude toward the "norm"-loose morals, even though replaced by something else for many years-were all coming to the fore.
Still this was not enough of an answer for Pat. Drugs! she decided, excusing the doctor even more. He was drugged by those fiends. They put something in his drinks....Claude was in on it, too! Then as though she hadn't had enough, the image of that evil man arose with all its disgusting details and she was forced to relive his diabolical behavior with the animals. Inhuman, she spat within. Loathsome!
What the horoscope "buff' didn't realize was that Claude was a true Scorpion whose lunar aspects were under the same sign. It was no coincidence! Scorpio being the strongest House, this made him doubly powerful-and the more ... dangerous! Dominant, self-willed, autocratic, tyrannical-these elements had already been expressed by the male, getting stronger every day. He was determined to get what he wanted-no matter who had to suffer the consequences!
Though there were many reasons for their acquaintances, unknowingly, the two Scorpio men were platonically attracted to each other because of their solar and lunar aspects. A Piscean, Daniel immediately "took" to Claude-although the Frenchman "took" to no one in lasting friendships. But Daniel needed the other's experience with drugs, for the foreigner had been notorious with the underground as a "pusher." He had also carried out numerous-very unprofessional-experiments. His services would be of great value-although his price was exorbitant. How exorbitant, Daniel really had no conception of!
"What am I going to do?" Pat asked herself. The sound of her own voice was loud in the empty bedroom, and it dawned on her that she was alone. She closed her eyes and listened intently, but nothing came to her ears-not even a grunt or squeak from the animals.
Pat tried to move, but her arms wouldn't cooperate. She was fully awake now and the terrible truth washed over her....She was tied, hand and foot in a spread-eagle fashion to her bed ... and she was naked! The knowledge almost made her swoon and she gritted her teeth, fighting the dizziness and blackness that threatened to envelope her. In a few seconds it passed and panic took over. In vain she struggled against the ropes that bound her; the cold sweat of fear oozing from every pore. At last she lay still....It was no use. Whoever tied her had done a good job. Her heart was pounding so hard it was actually causing pain in her chest and her breathing was shallow; for a moment she feared she might choke to death! At this, anger came to her rescue; no matter who was doing what and no matter what happened, she'd show them! But what would she show them? There was only one answer for that at the moment....EVERYTHING! She felt sick again.
"Are you shtill shleepin'?" a woman's voice asked.
Pat was dragged ruthlessly back to reality and opened her eyes. This was no nightmare; it was worse: it was Maureen) as naked as the day she was born, standing beside the bed. The redhead was still high on drugs; it was obvious that she'd been drinking all night, but this old trouper knew how to drink and stay on her feet. She did, however, look the worse for wear and Pat shivered with revulsion as she gazed at the young woman's ravaged face with its swollen eyes and lips. Her body was marred by the signs of lust-long, deep scratch marks on her breasts and lower abdomen-bruised thighs and arms. Her red hair looked as though it had been combed with an electric fan and she swayed slightly as she leered at Patricia.
"Whassa matter?" she asked, slurring. "Ya, don't look verra happy."
"Where is Professor Thomas?" Pat asked, ignoring the other's apparent humor.
"He's shleepin'," replied Maureen, grinning again. "He's resting up for da next bout."
"You mean...." Pat started, not really wanting to know-having to. "You mean ... he...."
"Who elshe." The redhead seemed proud. "Christ! He's a lion and a tiger and an old vampire rolled into one."
"Untie me for a minute, Maureen," Pat ordered in a matter-of-fact tone. "Let me help you dress those wounds."
"Oh no," snorted her naked guard. "You shink yer schmart, don'tcha? Well, we're ready for that!" She turned, lined herself up with the door, and walked out at a fairly normal gait.
For almost half an hour Pat lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, incredulous at this situation. She had to think of a way out before that miserable creature came back. But as one after another idea came to mind she rejected them; none of them would work.
A few minutes later Maureen reentered with a box under her arm. She was a little the worse for wear, having drunk more. "Here," she said to Pat, taking a new bedpan out of the box. "Claude brought thish jisht fer you; he said we'd have to let ya' up if we didn't have one."
"It's cold," Pat murmured as the girl slid it under her hips.
"Never mind," Maureen hissed and winked at her evilly. "You'll get heated up shoon enough!" Afterwards, the redhead came in with the girl's breakfast-a six-ounce glass in one hand and a pint of bourbon in the other. Pat tightened her lips and tinned her head on the pillow.
"Aw, come on," Maureen told her. "Don't fight it or I'll have to get Claude to come hold yer nose!"
"No!" Pat still insisted. "I ... I won't."
"All right, bitch." Maureen frowned. "In fact, I don't even need old Frenchy. I can pour this booze down anyone'sh throat." With this she approached the other female and grabbed hold of her firm breasts, letting her nails sink in deeply. Pat squealed with agony and Maureen poured a few shots past the open lips. Pat started gagging and choking but was forced to swallow the burning liquor as Maureen held her nostrils shut.
In less than a half-hour she had consumed the pint of bourbon and started feeling its dizzying effects almost immediately. Before she knew it, her companion was gone. She lay still in icy fear. She knew that the liquor she had consumed was given her for a purpose-one she was sure would be most unpleasant!
Claude entered the laboratory. She saw him slowly approaching through a haze; her head was spinning. The liquor was really doing its job.
"Wha ... what do you want?" Pat uttered, trying to sound as if she had control of the situation but was not quite pulling it off.
"What do you think, baby," Claude stated, placing his hands on his narrow hips. He wore only a pair of undershorts and glanced down at his middle. "Pierre here needs some new kicks."
"Get out!" Pat shouted nervously. "Get out!" Desperately, she strained against the ropes that bound her.
"Honey," the Frenchman clicked his tongue, "the more you struggle, the tighter they get. Old Eric was a boy scout."
"Eric?"
"Yes, Eric."
"No, sweets. Oh, he wanted to, but the old bastard couldn't even get one of those luscious tits in his mouth let alone do anything else. He passed out cold."
"And...." she started to say.
"Me?" Claude read her thoughts. "Oh no. I like mine conscious. At first, at least. So you can feel old Pierre get inside of you and make you feel like you're really being had."
"Thank ... God," the girl sighed with relief that she hadn't been unknowingly attacked.
"But. . Claude inserted. "I'm awfully glad we didn't do anything last night. I just love fresh fruit and dig the idea of being the first to pick your cherry this morning!"
"What?" Pat uttered, wide-eyed, not really knowing what he was talking about but afraid of the way he was acting.
The Frenchman moved closer to her, not bothering to speak any longer. He was high-and it wasn't because of the liquor he had been consuming. At the foot of the bed he crudely rubbed his crotch. Pat shuddered but couldn't help staring at the outline of the long sheath covered by his jock-shorts. It was so long the head stuck out of them and almost reached his navel.
"Get away from me!" Pat squealed and began to cry.
"Shut up!" the Frenchman ordered as his eyes rolled and he swayed back and forth.
"No, no, no...." the girl kept repeating when Claude reached over to rub his rough hands up and down the smooth flesh of her shapely legs. But he was not to be stopped. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers slipped from one thigh to the other, then up to caress her hips.
The male slithered like a snake between her legs. Pat tensed and pleaded even more.
Claude continued to move his hands down until they encircled her buttocks. He bent over and inserted his wet tongue into her navel. "Mmm ... ahh....". he mumbled. "You smell so good. Like a woman should...."
Wish I could say the same for you, Pat thought. Christ, he's so smelly and ... hairy ... and ... and that ... that thing! It's sooo ... big ... Oh, help me! Somebody help me!
Upward Claude's lips went until they encircled the pointed, pink nipples Slowly and deeply, he sucked on one and then the other.
"Stop!" Patricia cried out, knowing her pleas were falling on deaf ears but unable to control herself as panic filled her. Yet at the same time her physical needs and frustrations were being brought out. In the back of her mind the female was enjoying the Frenchman's technique as he ran his hands up and down, touching and feeling and tickling the most sensuous of spots on her beautiful torso.
When he reached her mouth, Pat almost gagged from his breath as he forced his tongue between her lips and ran it back and forth across her clenched teeth. He grabbed her head and ran his fingers in the female's raven-black hair.
"No ... no...." she insisted, tearing her mouth away from his. But the liquor was now affecting her too much-to the point where she was forced to enjoy the male body atop her.
Down Claude went, giggling under his breath as he again stopped at the female's breasts to lick and nibble, biting at the nipples, sending strange new thrills coursing through her body.
"Da ... Dan...." Pat tried to speak as the Frenchman implanted sensuous delights within her consciousness. "Doccctore Th ... Tom . ... No like ... gigggglle "
"Doctor Tom," Claude laughed. "Oooh, baby.
I'm sure he isn't giving one hoot about giggles right now. He's got more important things on his mind. AND SO DO I." Going wild, he kissed and caressed and squeezed and pinched the young body until Pat screamed from the pain. Then Claude went on to more serious tasks and rose onto his knees.
"Wha ... what are you doing?" the girl managed to utter, overemphasizing, not wanting to appear as drunk as she was.
"Ja ... jackin' sweets." The Scorpion shook as he manipulated the skin up and down his long organ. "Getting old Pierre ready ... to ... to take that sweet ch ... cherry of yours."
"N ... no...." she began but couldn't finish. She dared not speak-she dared not think, for her thoughts betrayed her voice. I ... I wonder what it feels like ... His cock! It looks so big ... Long! I want that prick up my cunt! Wha ... what's happening to me? I sound like a ... slut ... I wonder ... what it would be like to SUCK IT! Oh) Pat-you're sick! No! It's the liquor ... Oh, how did I get here. I don't want to be....
Yes ... Yes ... I ... Oh, Claude ... No ... Yes ... N....
Thoughts were deadened as Claude fell upon her once more. Immediately, his mouth met hers, but this time he had little trouble in sucking the female's fresh pink tongue between his lips. Pat tried to struggle but to no avail-the ropes were cutting into her wrists and ankles. As Claude grabbed hold of his phallus to tickle the hairs and crack of her womanhood, the girl tried to mumble one last hope of protest, but he kept his own lips glued to her mouth, stifling her attempt.
Then Pat felt it-the foreign object slipped past her outer Ups easily. Tears began to well up in her eyes; they had no effect, for Claude's own lids were glued shut as he cherished every moment of this sex experience to the fullest. Deeper his rod went, causing the first moments of real pain to course through her. Pat writhed in anguish-Claude in ecstatic bliss. More, he entered the girl, unable to control the dizzying joy he was having. Oh baby, he thought wildly. What a tight box. Jesus, I could screw you forever. Maybe I will. You're like a vise. Oooh, so tight. Beautiful! Wonderful! Oh, bitch. I'm taking your cherry. I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else! Savagely, he plunged his dagger completely within her, then began working like a battering ram.
Pat cried out when he left her lips. The pain he was inflicting was too much. She felt as if she had a long sharp, pointed knife cutting away at her insides.
On and on-faster and faster-harder and harder, Claude went, his body perspiring and smelling even stronger, causing the girl to gag as the liquor she had drunk was taking its full effect.
Because of the length of his phallus, Claude managed to lean back while still inside of her. This caused more anguish to shoot through the female, but it was mixed with an ounce of pleasure. Claude could have cared less about any pleasure she was experiencing. He was only caring about his own kicks. He saw the blood as he broke through her hymen. He went wild, the red liquid sending chills and fever through him. He tensed-his eyes rolled back-he shook in anticipation. Then he fell upon her, plunging and ramming his victim with renewed lust.
"Stop! Please! I can't,...." She passed out.
Not noticing or caring, his Scorpion "one-sided selfishness" ever-present, the wild man continued to abuse her body, driving on to his own glory. Then finally, his body tensed for the last time, becoming quite rigid as he plunged the length of his erection deep. Pat came out of her momentary blackout to feel the hot liquid enter and thrill her. She felt no climax of her own. She didn't expect one. Claude didn't care. His body convulsed as again and again he shot the white cream within her. He was in heaven, feeling the complete satisfaction the unwilling female brought.
Pat cried for what seemed like hours after the Frenchman finally left, threatening and promising his return for more of the same. Although her body wanted to sleep after such an ordeal and because of the large quantity of liquor she had consumed, Pat was determined not to. Naively, she hoped someone besides Claude would enter the room so she could relate her horrendous experiences-letting her go-regardless of whether they thought she would inform the school authorities or not.
"Doc ... Daniel," she mumbled. "He ... Where ... Even if I ... Did she ... him an'."
... She stopped speaking and thought. They forced him ... Like they're doing to me. Is he tied up somewhere? Oh, how will we ever get out of this?
Absolutely bloated with his success in ravaging the virgin, Claude sat down on the last step at the bottom of the stairs and congratulated himself; it wasn't often a man found a young woman as attractive as Pat who hadn't been tampered with. And he'd had her all to himself too....In France two or more men often shared a virgin, but even this was rare ... as were virgins! He grinned to himself. Virgins were messy things, really, but the fun was in being the first. Then, too, he enjoyed all the sweat, blood, thunder and tears involved; there was nothing, but nothing in the world like the expression of shock, surprise and pain on a female's face the first time she was violated!
He loved the word "violated." Somehow it summed up his whole existence; he violated all the rules he possibly could and remain alive. He'd had one hell of a good time through the years-deflowering and ruling over any woman he chose-having his way all of the time-partaking of debauches that lasted forever and making a slave of anyone he chose!
What a joyous day it was-only it couldn't go on forever; after all, they had been engaged for many hours in this greatest of all sports. Last night had taken its toll. Now they would have another nap, which was a waste of precious time, or ... or....There was a way around it-SPEED! Claude only indulged occasionally when he himself was so riled up he couldn't bear to stop.
The trio, and even Dr. Thomas, had partaken of everything from LSD to pot to poppers to acid to the drugs the chemist produced; the hippie world would flip its cool after getting hold of some of this new "stuff." With this quartet "trips" followed too fast in succession-overtaking each other-intermingling-creating slight paranoia, but enhancing their sexual drive.
Feeling carefully around the elastic band of his jock shorts, Claude removed a very small white pill that had been taped inside the band. Holding it in his hand for a moment, he looked at it, marveling at the size, knowing full well that the tiny object, once swallowed, could rock a man's world. He popped it into his mouth, threw back his head and swallowed without the aid of water. Before standing up, he extracted three more of the pills from inside his elastic band. He wanted to keep the party going as long as possible and the group was running low on liquor-but now they wouldn't need more. Their "kicks" would be in a new-opposite direction-senses and physical activity peaked.
Entering the lower lab, Claude paused and surveyed the scene before him with distinct pleasure. Maureen and Daniel were going full tilt. Both were lying on the floor enjoying the other's deliciousness-the liquor they had consumed literally creating a slow motion.
"Mmm!"
"Ahh!"
"Ooooh!" they swooned with the moment.
On and on the pair went, Daniel slipping his gigantic penis deep within Maureen. It had been so long-too long. He had gone insane with drunken lust as was the nympho he was enjoying so with her clinging to him with her arms and legs in passionate surrender. The threshold of lust had been brinked. There was no turning back-now ... no desire to turn back.
"Dan-Dan," Maureen whimpered. "Your cock ... I love ... I want you inside me forever."
"Bitch," he said lovingly. "You know what yer doing....How to make me feel good!"
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out, her head swaying back and forth in an orgiastic dream world.
"Yes," he panted. "My cock's big enough for you. I'll rip you apart."
"Ha, ha," she laughed. "I doubt it, but yer welcome to try. Pain from you is pure ecstasy." Eric, oblivious to all and sundry, was curled up in a corner, contentedly nursing the last of the Scotch. His utterly blissful expression was comical and Claude laughed as he popped a pill into the man's grinning mouth, shouting, "Surprise! Surprise!" He thought, it ought to hit you good, old boy. Scotch makes it work faster than ever. Maureen and Daniel were next-and easy to handle-allowing anything in their mouth by now.
Satisfied with his pill distribution and smiling inwardly, Claude sat down to finish his gin, anxious for his sex puppets to go into action. He didn't have long to wait. Even his own senses were reacting more quickly than usual. It was all he could do to keep his eyes from rolling backward in his head, while the room spun.
In a few minutes Eric began to act in a most peculiar way. Sitting on the floor, he had managed to put one naked leg behind his neck, forcing his head down while clutching his rod, pulling at it, stretching the skin toward his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, the sensuous one attempted to reach the short organ.
Claude skipped over, laughing, and dropped beside the American and his new, weird interest. "Do it, baby," he urged Eric on. "Suck her. Get that old dong past yer hot lips."
"Hmm-Oooh-Ahh...." Eric strained as his drugged mind became sexually aroused by the possibility of autofellatio.
"Come, cocksucker," Claude taunted. "I'll show you. I've screwed myself plenty!" At this he stood above the male, stretching his body, raising his arms-reaching the ceiling-lengthening his short frame by inches. He bent forward and down, immediately letting his upper torso go limp. It flopped against his legs. Then-snake like-he began to slither back. His long erection almost slapped him in the face.
Eric looked up, seeing the ease Claude had in placing his lips over the moist head, slurping in as much as he desired. Swiftly, the American rose, studying the fascinating scene and trying to emulate the man.
Immediately, Claude's eyes began rolling and the room swam about him. But he managed to make out Maureen and Daniel, who were now going mad with passion and the effective "speed" they consumed.
The professor was increasing his hip action, moving his giant prick in and out of Maureen's slobbering hole. Unexpected colors of purple, red, yellow, green, and every other hue possible flashed before them. They faded as quickly as they appeared, but both knew that their last "trip" was revisiting them.
Suddenly, Daniel cried out as his body jerked faster and faster. Maureen went into spasms. Mouths and fingers raced over the opposite body-kissing, petting, biting, licking-their passion building, their longing beyond limits-wanting to be "one," slamming and digging-trying to enter the other with such desperation that their heads ached.
On and on Claude worked upon his own penis, large quantities of sweat pouring from his body. Eric had given up-just not built for such activity. Wanting more invigoration, he went for his own supply of amphetamines and put two past his lips. Then he did the same for the others....
It wasn't long before they were under the deeper influence of these pills. Eric began running and stumbling about the room, shaking and knocking over and hitting everything in sight. "Hate-rotten-dirty...." he spoke tersely.
Daniel stayed between Maureen's legs, pumping her with convulsive roughness. Both squealed and cursed and shook with utter passion. While he plunged deeper the male slapped and pinched and pummeled her in the breasts and stomach while she dug her nails into his face and chest. Both were in hellish glory; blood raced through their veins with such intensity, both were forced to fulfill physical exaggerations!
Claude swung like a pendulum in high gear as Eric suddenly dropped beside Maureen and Daniel, pushing them on their sides. Behind the female, he unceremoniously jabbed at her buttocks with his stiff poker while sucking and biting her back. Then, finding her dark hole, he went forward, holding onto her hips, almost making Daniel pop out of her front. Soon Maureen found herself very full-the meat in a very large sandwich-the cocks almost meeting in her stomach.
With insane speed, the four human-animals worked for their ultimate climax in this night of diabolical lust, completely forgetting their captive, who slept-exhausted from struggling against the ropes that bound her.
"I'M COMING!" Maureen cried out with joy as she encircled Daniel's back with her legs and pulled him tightly to her.
Moments later he shouted his ultimate climax, but instead of staying inside of her, he whipped himself loose, aimed and let the hot jazz shoot upon her face and breasts.
"Mmm-ooh-hmm...." Maureen mumbled as she rubbed the goo over herself, into her nose and eyes and hair. Then the professor leaned forward to lick his come off her breasts.
Eric tensed and plunged and plunged as he shot his wad into the woman. For long moments he convulsed with utter satisfaction.
Claude tensed, his penis erupting, great streams of come flooding his mouth. He swallowed greedily in this auto manipulation.
It was over....Yet the bodies convulsed-needing more-demanding more ... even where there was nothing left....
Late the following afternoon Daniel Thomas awoke in a state that could only be described as hell. Exquisite hell. There was no hell on earth like this one. Dope, liquor and sex combined to produce dancing demons of pain and swirling imps of dizziness that raced through him, under him and around him, while his heart hammered, his pulses throbbed and he was certain that his stomach had taken a permanent position upside-down. He opened his eyes, but a searing white light closed them again. Good Lord, he thought. That was the SUN! What time is it? What day is this? What happened? Where am I? Gathering all his strength together in one mighty effort, he opened his eyes the second time and forced them to focus, even though the pain was excruciating; as his vision cleared, he saw that he was lying on a makeshift cot in the lower laboratory. The room was a shambles, dozens of broken test-tubes and bottles over the floor-tables and chairs and stools toppled over-empty liquor bottles-and the smell of too much sweat from too many bodies, defiling the air about him. Daniel had to relax. He dozed off again for a few moments, washed under by a wave, of numbness he could not fight.
The professor was at last awakened by a hand shaking him by the shoulder. Reluctantly, he struggled back to consciousness to find Claude, his fellow Scorpion, over him with a glass in his hand.
"Drink this," the Frenchman ordered. "It will make you feel better. It is, how you say in America, 'the hair of the dog.' Besides, it'll calm your heart. We got too carried away with the 'speeders' last night."
Daniel gagged, but opened his mouth, allowing the liquid to trickle down his throat, knowing there was some truth in the 'hair of the dog' cliche. He held his breath, endeavoring to keep the drink down.
"It will soon be suppertime," Claude went on, grinning as the man on the cot shuddered. "Maureen went out early this morning and got plenty of booze. We can continue having our little party."
"No, no," mumbled the chemist. "We must work!" The very word, however, brought him to the brink of mental collapse! Work meant a so-called party, as his uncontrollable, desperate mind had devised this orgiastic project months ago. Yet he wasn't sorry. His physical appetite had been sated-but his desire for more was strong, blinding him to the responsibilities for something that could be quite dangerous, involving both moral and legal consequences if discovered.
Dimly aware that Claude had left the room, Dr. Thomas attempted to sit up, the bourbon having begun to settle his queasy stomach. Then he began to recall previous events. His temples pounded and his mind became confused. He had done some lewd things after swallowing the pills ... but he had also done some lewd things before swallowing the pills! Yet there was no shame in his acts-this was
"research"-a wonderful word to hide behind.
There was only slight fear over the past forty-eight hours. He had to protect himself in case one of his crew became "loose-tongued" about what was happening. But all of these thoughts just went to create more desire in his loins. Finally realizing his nakedness, Daniel peered down at the erection that had developed. Somehow it was disconcerting and, forgetting his weakened condition, the distraught man leaped to his feet and promptly fell on his rear. He lay for some minutes, blinking like an owl ... and clutching the hard penis that demanded immediate attention.
Patricia had been awake for hours. Her stomach retched every time she moved a muscle, so she was lying very still. In spite of nausea, there were moments when she felt starved-they hadn't bothered to feed her. Once more she strained against the ropes, which brought on a fit of gagging. She was panting and sweating with constant fear....
A loud burst of music filled the room. The door had been opened momentarily by Maureen and Eric, who were advancing toward each other ... naked!
Both had outstretched arms in greeting. Maureen and Eric began swaying from side to side while inching their way closer. The beauty on the bed saw his thick organ begin to touch the pubic hair around the other's crotch. She almost gasped in her very sober condition as to what was about to happen. Then Eric reached out to hold his girl's drooping breasts.
Closer, the thick phallus moved as Maureen put her fingers to the male's hips and moved them around to his back. No! No! Pat screamed within, refusing to believe anything that was happening.
Wilder 'the music became and wilder the dancers moved, their hands twisting and clawing at each other, their heads bobbing from side to side, back and forth, their eyes rolling and shooting back in their brains until only the whites could be seen.
Pat's breathing became faster and faster, matching the couple a few yards away. "Insane!" she spoke under the loud din as the redhead grabbed the hard and urged it into her. The captive's eyes bulged to see the deeply veined organ.
The dancers changed their side to side movements and began gyrating, pushing their hips back and forth. Pat was fascinated at seeing the shiny head of the rod disappear into the female's vagina, then a moment later come completely out. In-out-in-out-in-out! She became heated and dizzy, just watching the action before her....
The perspiring Daniel's forehead was rolling down and burning his eyes, yet he couldn't stop his masturbation to wipe away the salty wetness. Suddenly, Pat entered his mind as if she had never existed! Absentmindedly he wondered where she was. If she were there....If she ... knew! Yet this concern lasted only moments as he pictured the tender female naked-in his arms-his giant prong picking her (already plucked) cherry.
Claude came in, sauntering arrogantly as though he owned the world and everyone in it. "What's up?" he laughed.
Daniel tried to stop but couldn't. He looked up at the intruder, powerless to the hands that gripped his penis and continued their manipulation. Claude looked down at him, knowingly, his eyes hiding some special secret. It worked, he told himself. The combination of chemicals was exactly right.
Dr. Thomas wanted to call out for help but felt ridiculous. He increased his action, smashing his fist against his painful scrotum-as great shots of jazz spurted high into the air and fell on and around him....
Faster and faster Maureen and Eric worked as they moaned and gasped with sensuousness. Then Eric shoved with all his might, impaling the female before him. "My God!" Pat gasped to herself, seeing the rod disappear completely. She's got such a smile on her face, it looks as though she is enjoying it. His nuts are knocking at her pussy. What does it feel like standing up? Oh, Christ ... I ... I wish I were with them!
On Maureen and Eric moved-so speedily that Pat thought they were one. She could see the girl digging her nails in her partner's buttocks as the giant ripped at her breasts. Hungrily, their mouths met and the bed occupant could make out their cheeks collapsing, then filling, collapsing, then filling. The novice knew what that action meant and unconsciously opened her mouth, letting the tongue slip past her tongue.
Hips met, then separated-met, then separated-as the tense bodies stood in the middle of the floor fastened in lustful intercourse. More and more they plunged-faster and faster they went. Their gasps and moans of pleasure were now matching the intense music that surrounded them. As they continued inaudible words issued from their throats) urging the other on to climax. Even Pat felt an urgent need to say something but caught herself.
In an instant both partners began convulsing with quick, deliberate movements. Pat held her breath in apprehension. They ... they're going all the way. Coming at once....
"Ahhh-oooh-ahhh-hmm," was heard, echoing and re-echoing from the sex mates. Then Eric gave one last, hard plunge, met by Maureen, and they stood to savor the last moments of their climax.
The pair separated. Anxiously, the captive strained to see the creamy liquid flow down the inner thighs of Maureen and the softening phallus of the male which shone with matter. Moments later they left the room, leaving Pat to suffer her frustration!'
"You're a perfect specimen," Claude grinned at Daniel after the chemist had ejaculated for the third time in succession.
"Who....Huh?" Daniel sighed, exhausted, finally able to rest.
"Just perfect," Claude reiterated. "Too bad it makes the booze taste like hell."
"What're you talking about?" the professor insisted.
"A little 'fly'-a little speed ... Claude started smugly. " ... a little of that R-two that you."
"You crazy sonuvabitch!" Daniel exploded, staggering to his feet, his body shaking with rage and abuse. "Such a combination could kill someone! I haven't even tested that new drug."
"Really," Claude said, unfeeling. "Well, I have-with you."
"Where are my clothes?" he demanded.
"I'll get them for you ... later," the obstinate Scorpion said.
"Now!" Daniel hollered. "I want to check on just how far you've gone with your experimentation. I also want to find out where Pat is!"
Claude turned pale.
"No!" he shouted, then realized his mistake and said in a modulated tone, "She is resting now."
"How do you mean?" the professor queried impatiently. Resting from what ... and where?"
"She's taking a little nap," lied the foreigner.
"The party night before last was too much for her!"
"Crap!" Daniel shot. "I must see her. Give me my clothes!"
"I said no,' doctor," Claude returned in a deadly voice.
"Look," Daniel threatened, matching his tone, "either I get them and the key to the door, which I see you have in your hand ... or I shall use you as a battering ram to get out of here!"
"Now, now," Claude said patronizingly. "It simply isn't wise to threaten me ... Other men have tried...."
The insolence of the creature was too much for Daniel, who took a flying leap and tackled him. Their bodies crashed to the floor. Claude, however, was on his feet almost immediately and flung him over his shoulder. Furious, Daniel attacked again, but he was no match for this lithe man who threw him in true judo fashion. The eminent professor was out cold!
Pat was frantic with utter frustration over her ordeal with Claude, and now after watching Maureen and Eric perform their strange ritual, her loins were hot. Tears quickly filled her eyes as she managed to peek at her raw, bleeding wrists and ankles. What madness this all was-what utter insanity. She knew she couldn't stand much more-her mind pleaded for security as her body cried out for relief....Relief almost given her by Claude's sexual demands, but this Scorpion selfishness had only peaked desires while giving her no release whatsoever.
"Eek!" the female suddenly blurted as she saw the door slowly open. For a moment she held her breath while seeing no one enter. Then the girl made out something. A snake? Her brain wouldn't let her believe it. She blinked repeatedly, then thought she was losing her mind.
Still, her vision insisted as an arm appeared-a foot-more and more. Pat stifled a scream as Claude entered atop Eric's shoulders-Maureen close behind. The "snake" had been the "French tickler" attached to the dark one's middle.
"Baby, baby!" the high Scorpion sang as the trio rushed upon the bed. Pat could not speak as fear gripped her throat and allowed only deep whimperings of fear. "Surprise...." he continued, a frozen smile on his face....
Daniel lay beaten and feeling as if he were broken in two. Pat, he thought, then repeated it aloud, "Pat! Is he up to something with her?" With all his strength he tried to get up, panic filling him. It was no use. His body rebelled and he was forced to lie where he was....
"No! No!" Pat called out painfully. In renewed panic she struggled against the ropes that bound her and against her own desires as the trio taunted her flesh with hands and mouths-slithering up and down her body. She gasped, breathing heavily over the strange new heat. Her mind whirled. Hot and cold flashes raced through her as Maureen's clammy fingers caressed her face and neck-Eric's mouth bit and sucked the large pink nipples of her breasts. But her greatest thrill of fear was Claude-between her legs-his long tongue searching out every sensuous spot of her womanhood.
Silently, the three worked on the girl-their passions building-their breathing increased-their lust uninhibited in violation of her.
Abruptly, Claude fell forward, pushing Maureen and Eric away-entering Pat without warning. She screamed, feeling every inch, every vein of the thing that moved up her. In moments the male had impaled her with six inches and began working with speed. His pure [text missing in paperback]
In and out-out and in the man moved without feeling her own sensual desires building.
In and out-out and in the cock moved within the tight vaginal lips. Although the pain stayed with her for what seemed an eternity, Pat's mind dismissed this, for the shameful pleasure she was feeling in her loins was too much. Then she wished her legs were untied for the need was-within her to throw them around her partner's backside to urge him on.
But Claude needed no coaxing as his own frenzied desire was becoming quite apparent. Faster and faster-harder and harder he moved within her. Soon the pain was becoming too much for her to bear. The rapist was going insane with lust as he pumped all of his phallus deep within her.
"Ahh-ooh," she moaned as he ripped her apart, crushing her bud of passion, stretching her vaginal lips to the point of breaking.
Unyielding, Claude plunged even deeper until his scrotum smashed between her legs. There he stayed momentarily, letting the pain build even more. Long minutes passed as he jutted in and out. Pat was too panic-stricken and racked with pain to enjoy it. She felt her mind was going as her eyes opened and closed, her eyeballs rolling back.
On and on the beast went, his mouth foaming with lust, his fingers squeezing her breasts once again.
Then he stiffened over her. Pat realized what was coming. She felt the strange liquid enter her in abundance, even that had been painful as his penis enlarged even more and the semen burned her insides. With this, the sadist rose, paused a moment, then moved away....
It was a long time before Daniel could get on his feet. But he finally did and moved swiftly to the door. It was locked. Frantically, he jiggled the handle as if by some miracle it would open but after a few moments realized it was hopeless to get out and he was just too weak to break the door down.
Then Daniel froze in position as he heard footsteps outside the door. He guessed that it would be Claude and had to think fast. Desperately, he looked about, then spotted a chair in a nearby comer. Grabbing it, he lifted the object high into the air with all the strength he could muster. The door opened swiftly as the Frenchman leaped in as a ballet dancer.
Daniel brought the chair crashing over Claude, who fell halfway on the cot and halfway on the floor.
The chemist found Pat unconscious, untied her, and carried her to her bed. After many minutes she opened her eyes in fear and almost screamed. Then she realized who it was. "Oh, Dan," she said and burst into tears of joy.
They clung to each other and kissed and hugged and kissed for long moments. "Pat, Pat," he strained. "I ... I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"That ... that's all right, darling." She held him close. "Don't talk. Please. You're here now. That's all that matters."
Silence fell over the pair as they held on. Then, simultaneously, each realized the state they were in as their hands swept across the other's back. Both tensed for a moment and tried to fight the growing desire. But it was useless-neither cared-they had no moral fight left within them. They looked at each other, desire in their faces.
"Yes, oh yes," the girl said. "I need you, I ... I want you!"
"Darling," Daniel swooned and laid her out across the bed.
As the male's large hands slipped under her thighs and his sensual fingers played along her soft hairless flesh, Pat's thoughts flew to the scene with the others. Daniel was so gentle compared to them-too gentle. Then she saw the biggest staff imaginable, just before it started to pierce her.
"Give it to me," she begged suddenly.
"Yes, yes," he panted and plunged forward.
Her hips writhed in a rhythmic dance. She heard music and kept time to its throbbing beat. The muscles stretched and contracted. Her body rose and fell to the soft wind blowing nearer and nearer. She tried to cry out as the lips of her vagina parted to receive the gigantic prong. It hurt, but the pain was overcome by the organ's moist, maddening tip as it searched for each nerve ending on the Ups and then dove into the passage stopping here and there to test for twitching or sympathetic vibrating. Oh, what a man! It is my maker-my master, Pat cried out to herself as Daniel's mouth closed over hers.
Pat's lips parted as his tongue passed her teeth, pressing against hers and twisting its way toward her velvet throat. She began to breathe faster as Daniel's hard touched and teased that spot within her belly. What's he doing? she wondered, her eyes opening wide-her breath taken away once again, the lustful pleasure too much-never known before. Her lover triggered some mechanism, causing the flow of juices. She began to convulse with complete satisfaction.
Pat's head began to ring-an almost irritable monotone. Her peripheral vision saw something move when Pat looked up into Daniel's closed eyes with tenderness. Then her own lids opened wide when the object came into full view. Immediately, she began struggling, trying to push Daniel away, speaking to him ... warning him. It was useless! The male continued to pump her with passionate urgency-feeling her body twisting in complete abandon.
"Stop, Daniel! Stop!" she tried to warn him, but her sounds were muffled-her body helpless under his strength. She could not tell him that Claude-madness in his eyes-was fast approaching-his arm raised-a KNIFE in his hand.
Daniel felt the body atop him-too late-the sharp steel already piercing his naked flesh. Pat lay there in shock as he arched his back in anguish-the ringing in her head becoming louder as the knife visited him again and again. Suddenly, her lover vanished as the cold steel was raised above her own vulnerability....
Pat woke up screaming, her voice competing with the alarm clock beside her bed. She was at home. "Good Lord," she almost yawned. "My first day at the laboratory ... and I'm late...."
