The timeliness of this novel was illustrated only a few months ago during a Senate Foreign Relations Committee hearing on American intelligence operations abroad. The witness was a high official in the intelligence business, a man of considerable charm and competence who was handling himself with exceptional skill under a heavy barrage of difficult questions.
Then came a sharp, pointed inquiry which broke the committee meeting wide open and caused headlines in the morning papers across the country.
"Is it true," asked a well-known Senator from the Mid-West, "that your agency sometimes uses raw sex as a means of uncovering other people's secrets?"
Reporters covering the meeting expected a bland denial, but the official's reaction was startling. After a long pause, he finally stammered that the answer to the Senator's question would be highly classified and that he did not have the authority to respond to it in an open public session.
This incident confirmed a suspicion which Washington insiders have had for years: in the vast arsenal of weapons available to our country's spy-masters, sex plays a definite role, perhaps even a prominent one.
The morality of this kind of "sexpionage" is a difficult question which must be answered by the individual reader, but no conscientious citizen should be unaware that the sexual use of women for intelligence purposes is an every-day affair in the cloak-and-dagger community.
Reporting to us on this sensitive subject, the author is an "Old China Hand" who has written as a journalist about events in the Orient for many years, serving on a number of occasions as an informal consultant to government agencies engaged in intelligence collection in that area of the world. The publishers have received assurances that this novel does not contain classified information as such: Kurkuria is an invention and the characters of Wendy Jenkins and Special Agent Bates are purely fictitious.
Nevertheless, the horrifying transformation of an innocent young girl into a depraved sexual tool in the hands of the masters of international espionage is not a story which can lightly be dismissed as idle fiction. Somewhere, at this very moment, a girl like the fictional Wendy is being prepared for the sacrifice of her body upon the cruel altar of national security.
Is this necessary? Is it moral? Turning the pages of this book, the reader will have occasion to ask himself these questions any number of times. We, as publishers, have no pat, pre-packaged answer to this agonizing problem but we feel that the publication of this intriguing novel has given the reader a basis on which to begin asking his own questions and searching his conscience for the answers.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
A man more sensitive or more modest that Ted Bates might have worried about the fact that the patio of his Florida motel room, despite its pleasantness, was not the most private place in all the world, particularly since he had strong reasons to suspect that the two spinster ladies next-door were watching his every move through the Venetian blinds. But at the moment, Bates was feeling neither modest nor sensitive; he was feeling lusty.
Bates was a man of medium height but extremely well-muscled and strong. His black hair and eyes combined with cruel sharp features to give him an appearance which women found partly attractive and partly frightening. He was unquestionably a tough customer and other men tended to smile nervously in his presence. Bates' last assignment had been long, hard and dangerous, a real "ball-buster" of a mission, to put it mildly, and this hard-bitten sensual man was determined to spend as much of his vacation as possible enjoying his favorite sport.
Some hard-working men relaxed with golf or poker, but the latest version of Bates' favorite sport was a luscious big-breasted redhead from Saint Louis named Betty whose husband mistakenly thought she was visiting her aged mother in Wyoming. As he sprawled comfortably in a canvas deck-chair drinking a cool gin and wearing only a brief pair of swimming shorts, Bates avidly watched the voluptuous young woman wiggle seductively on her chaise lounge until he could stand it no longer.
Hoping to acquire a smooth all-over tan, Betty had flopped on her stomach, unfastened the straps of the microscopic bikini she was wearing and hitched down the tiny V-shaped patch of cloth which was theoretically supposed to be covering her tantalizing, well-rounded buttocks.
The two of them had already played every lascivious sex-game in their vast sensual repertoire at least once that morning, but Bates began feeling the familiar pressure against the front of his bathing suit, clearly informing him that "Old Faithful"-as he affectionately referred to his cock-was preparing to rise again.
Draining his gin and placing the empty glass on the marble table next to him, Bates swung his hairy muscular body to his feet and peeled the tight bathing suit carefully down over his thighs, allowing his excited swollen member to spring forward into the warm summer air. Dropping his trunks on the smooth tiled floor, he nakedly strolled toward the unsuspecting girl, stroking his growing penis like a man petting his favorite dug. His eye caught a movement behind the green flower-covered shutters, confirming his suspicion that the two spinster-neighbors regarded sex as a spectator sport and were following his lewd actions with baited breath and widened eyes.
"Well, enjoy your sightseeing, ladies," he mentally told them, "because you will never have a big hard cock like Old Faithful rammed up inside your dried up old cunts."
The heavy-breasted, long-legged girl from Saint Louis moaned with pure animal delight as she felt his strong fingers expertly caressing the backs of her smooth tanned thighs.
"Ummmmm!" she squealed happily. "Don't tell me you've got a hard-on again? I won't be able to walk for a week!"
"You won't have to walk for a week," he growled at her, skillfully undoing the strings on the sides of her bikini panties. "All you have to do for the foreseeable future is lay there and spread 'em whenever it's time for Old Faithful to do his stuff. Of course, if that tight little pussy of yours is sore, we can always play some other game...."
As he made this lewd suggestion, Bates carefully separated the half moons of her now-naked buttocks and teased her tiny puckered anus with his outstretched finger, watching with satisfaction as a shiver of obscene pleasure rippled through the voluptuous girl's excited body.
"Are those two old bags spying on us again?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yeah, they're up there," he retorted with a low growl. "Why? Does it bother you?"
"No, it turns me on! Come on, let's do something they never saw before," she urged him indecently. "Fuck my ass, Ted! Ram it up into me! That'll give 'em something to talk about!"
Bates needed no engraved invitation for this kind of depraved offer and, as the lush sun-tanned woman pulled her knees up beneath her and wiggled her smoothly-fleshed, tempting buttocks at him with unmistakable lust, the wiry black-haired man moved himself into position, sensually drawing back his thick folds of foreskin until the bright red tip of his long meaty penis rested throbbingly against the circular elastic ring of her rectum.
The writhing woman, groaning with pleasure, reached back with her hands to assist in her own impalement by spreading the rounded moons of her buttocks further apart, trying to make it as easy as possible for her sensual partner to thrust himself deep up into her bowels. The tight muscles of her anus, already stretched by previous encounters of this kind, surrendered with an obscene pop and Bates eagerly stabbed into her warmly clasping rectum, chuckling to himself as his sharp ears detected a horrified gasp from the shuttered window nearby.
Half in pain and half in pleasure, the squirming redhead's lips were drawn up over her white teeth in a grimace as Bates slowly began pumping his thick rigid cock in and out of her cruelly stretched rectum. Groans and grunts poured out of her open mouth as she crouched submissively beneath him, her heavy breasts swaying sensuously below her. The hard-boiled naked man grinned lewdly as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet looking down with obscene enjoyment at the sight of his massive instrument penetrating unnaturally into her widely-separated buttocks.
Gradually as the natural juices from the interior of her body began to lubricate the burning rectal passage, Bates began to fuck into her more easily, moving with long smooth strokes and delighting in the sensually exquisite feeling of his cock sliding into the expanded pink circle of hairless flesh.
"Oh, do it! Fuck into me!" she groaned, screwing her supple buttocks back into his groin to increase the pleasure for both of them. Bates responded by quickening the rhythm of his relentless thrusts, skewering into her tightly puckering anal opening with such force that his heavy sperm-filled balls slammed violently into her unprotected vagina, tormenting her tiny hardened clitoris and sending additional waves of obscene pleasure up from the base of her spine to the back of her neck.
Bates felt the tension in his testicles increasing steadily and he recognized the familiar signs of an on-coming orgasm. He knew that in another second, he would spew his heatedly thick cum into the depths of her body for the fourth-or was it the fifth?-time that day, and the tough, hard-muscled man worked to make it good for her pounding into her wantonly writhing buttocks, each thrust deeper and more violent than the one before it.
Another instant and he would cum!
The muscles in his throat stood out like cords and the sweat poured down his chest and stomach to mix with the sexual fluids from her body, the pressure on his loins becoming almost unbearable....
And the telephone rang!
Ted Bates knew immediately who it was, since only one person in the world knew his number at the motel. And Old Faithful seemed to know as well and slowly began a premature deflation.
"Let it ring!" beseeched the redhead, too wildly excited by the animal depravity of their unnatural act to let anything stop her now.
"He wouldn't be calling me unless it were important," grumbled Bates, miserably to himself. "But why just now?"
Pulling his reddened penis free of the disappointed woman's tightly clasping anus with a lewd "plopping" noise, he walked toward the phone, Old Faithful dangling at half-mast between his hairy legs.
"Bates?" came the well-known voice.
"Yes, sir," responded the black-eyed man, unhappily watching the juices from Betty's body drip off his limp penis onto the rug.
"Sorry about your vacation, but we need you immediately. Can you get up here in a couple of hours?"
"Do my best, Mr. Finlay," promised Bates sadly.
It took him exactly four minutes to dress and pack, and the same period of time for the redhead from Saint Louis to roll over on one side, still naked, and fall asleep.
He left, as usual, without saying good-by.
CHAPTER TWO
The room was cavernous and deep, big enough for a game of football or a neighborhood of small houses. Pausing by the elevator which had dropped him six hundred feet below the surface of the earth in ten nervous seconds, Mr. Finlay caught his breath and scanned the underground computer center looking for the officer in charge. As often as he came to Computer Compartment Number One, he never failed to be amazed at the spectacle. Here, nearly a quarter of a mile below the green Virginia countryside, there was a whole separate world, unknown to the picnickers who played happily by the banks of the Potomac River. Stored in special containers, there was enough food and oxygen to ensure survival for a minimum of six months, as well as communication links to US Navy ships in the Artie Ocean, American intelligence agents in Saudi Arabia, embassies in Africa, and Air Force bombers cruising high in the sky over the North Sea.
Computer Compartment Number One contained the memory cells of the American intelligence establishment and . here on electric tubes and computer tapes were all the facts and the data, the analyses and the secrets accumulated since the end of the Second World War. Any piece of information which had ever been fed into these giant computers was instantly available to the skilled specialists who manipulated the controls.
Finlay shuddered inwardly at the evil purposes to which this vast complex could be put and wondered a little about the morality of his mission today; he had come to locate a very special girl and he had every intention of sending this young woman into dire physical danger. The odds of her returning were slim. And even if she managed to escape with her life, Finlay knew that she would be forced to submit to the worst kind of sexual mistreatment. She would be humiliated, assaulted, raped, and subjected to all the obscene lusts of a depraved oriental general, a man whose physical desires were so unnaturally strong that he had been known to ... the intelligence officer shook his head to drive away these doubts. There was no choice! The odds were terrible, but the security of the country was at stake.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Finlay. May I help you, Sir?" This respectful greeting came from the Officer-in-charge of the Compartment, a little shaken to find that his area of responsibility was being visited by someone of Finlay's elevated rank.
J. Frederick Finlay had the air and the attitudes of an aging college professor. His rumpled casual appearance had often been a source of humor to his colleagues and, even when he was called to the White House for a private briefing with the President, he still managed to maintain the look of a man who had just arisen fully-dressed from an afternoon nap. But the sleepy voice and soft eyes were well-known to mask a mind and a disposition as powerful and ruthless as a bear trap. Shifting his gaze to the Officer-in-charge, Finlay stated his request.
"I want to have a chat with whoever is running the Human Resources Console. Can you direct me?"
"Of course, sir," snapped the younger man. "This way please."
A five-minute walk brought them to an enclosed area, guarded by an armed military policeman. A sign on the door read:
HUMAN RESOURCES CONSOLE-SPECIAL CLEARANCE REQUIRED
The MP snapped to attention as the two men approached. The officer-in-charge opened the door for his superior and prepared to follow him into the restricted area, but Mr. Finlay stopped him gently.
"I can handle it from here," he said politely. 'Thanks again."
Finlay could clearly see that the officer was miffed at being excluded from whatever was happening, but they both knew that secrecy was the name of the game in intelligence. Every time a secret was shared, it was diluted a little and Finlay had learned from a quarter of a century in the business that no organization was air-tight, even this one.
The specialist in charge of the Human Resources Console was a frank friendly young man with a mid-western accent and a shock of blonde hair. He, too, recognized Finlay but reacted with greater poise, rising to greet the senior official with an easy relaxed manner.
"Name's Henderson, Mr. Finlay. Can I help you?"
"Maybe so," grunted Finlay, easing himself into a chair and lighting his pipe. "Does the computer remember things like how beautiful a woman is?"
"Sir, the computer remembers everything it's ever been told."
Finlay nodded and extracted a battered leather notebook from the pocket of his rumpled suit coat.
"Here's my list of specifications, then. I'm looking for a woman, older that twenty-one and younger than thirty. She must be outstandingly attractive and have an IQ above 125. She should be in good health and there must be no doubt about her complete loyalty to the United States. She cannot be an oriental for operational reasons, but otherwise her race is unimportant. It would be easier if she were not a virgin."
"That's a little tough to tell, even for a computer;" joked the specialist. "When we find her, can I ask her out on a date? I like beautiful intelligent girls who are not virgins."
Finlay allowed himself a smile at the young man's facetious good humor, his eye traveling up and down the list of specifications.
"This particular non-virgin is going to be too busy for dates," he retorted. "There's one last thing. She must be perfectly fluent in Kurkurian."
"Kurkurian?"
"Kurkurian. The language of the Kingdom of Kurkuria on the Red Chinese boarder. Now get to work and let's hope there's more than one."
The computer specialist decided against making any further jokes and turned to his controls. First, he arranged Finlay's requirements in their probable order of difficulty, putting the language qualification at the head of the list. Then he began typing the questions onto the keyboard.
The two men waited in silence as thirty seconds passed. Then a green light on the console sparkled and a thin ribbon of computer tape issued slowly from a slot on the console as if the giant brain were sticking its tongue out at them.
"Here it comes," announced the specialist, reading the tape. "Only one person qualifies, unfortunately. Her name is...."
"Miss Wendy Jenkins," interrupted Finlay, sorrow and anger in his voice.
"How did you know?" the computer technician exclaimed, not really expecting an answer. "Yes, a certain Wendy Jenkins, as far as we can tell, is the only woman in the country who meets all these specifications. There's a complete biographic sketch on her here."
"I was afraid of this," Finlay mumbled, now strangely depressed. "I was afraid she would be the only one." He stuffed the computer tape into the pocket of his shapeless old coat and moved toward the door.
It was the daughter of his old friend, the girl he had bounced on his knee when she was a baby. Wendy would not remember him since it had been years since the two old friends had been able to visit one another, but in his mind's eye, he could see the girl as she had been as a child: bright, lively and beautiful. By now, she would have grown into a lovely young woman and he was going to condemn her to the worst sort of sexual degradation. Even if she escaped alive from the general's clutches, he knew she could never be the same again.
Finlay nodded to the technician and the MP at the door before walking back to the waiting elevator.
"Did you get what you wanted, Sir?" asked the officer-in-charge hopefully, falling in step behind him.
"Not what I wanted,', mumbled Finlay, talking more to himself than the officer. "Should have known she'd be the only one...."
The elevator doors slammed shut in the officer's face and Finlay disappeared as suddenly as he had come. The officer-in-charge shook his head and decided not to puzzle over the matter any further. It was time for his morning coffee and as he added three lumps of sugar and a spoonful of cream to the black liquid in his cup, he was joined at the coffee machine by the Human Resources Console operator.
"Odd bird, that Finlay," commented the officer, fishing for a little gossip.
"Yep," replied the specialist noncommittally and the two men drank their coffee in silence.
CHAPTER THREE
There are some people who look exactly like what they really are, but Wendy Jenkins was unfortunately not one of them. With long shining naturally blonde hair, full, high-set ripe breasts and a lush willowy figure, she could easily have passed for a fashion model, a movie starlet or a millionaire's kept woman. But Professor Jenkins daughter was none of these things and would have been irritated at the idea that she should rely upon anything so vulgar and common as mere female beauty to make her way in the world.
Wendy's father was the resident genius in the University's Department of Linguistics and, after the girl's mother died, the professor raised her as best he could, steering her gently towards becoming a language expert like himself. She had mastered elementary Chinese at an age when most girls were worrying about their pimples and was fluent in Kurkurian by the time her school-mates started trying on brassieres. Other oriental languages and obscure Asian dialects followed one after another as Wendy blossomed into womanhood, largely unconscious of the fact that men were beginning to find her intensely desirable.
As a straight-A student at the University, Wendy was too involved with her studies to worry much about fashions and so, without thinking about it much, she tended to wear what the other girls wore, which meant impossibly short miniskirts or tight blue-jeans and sweaters. When coeds began burning their brassieres, Wendy took the opportunity to stop wearing one herself. The blonde-haired girl thought Woman's Liberation was utter nonsense, but not wearing a bra meant having one less thing to worry about while getting dressed in the morning, and the efficiency of the idea appealed to her.
Her classmates commented among themselves that, of all the girls they knew, Wendy was too big in the breasts to run around without a brassiere, but her girlfriends were too shy to mention the subject and the boys kept quiet because they liked things the way they were. And her father, the only person from whom Wendy took orders, was too involved with scholarly pursuits to notice one way or another.
When the tall, lushly attractive girl strode into the Library building, her movements lithe and unconsciously sexual, three graduate students of Mandarin Chinese and an Assistant Professor of Korean raised their eyes from the learned books they were studying and watched her ripely voluptuous figure as she reached for a book on the top shelf. Their eyes all widened as she balanced on tip-toe and stretched, the sudden movement hoisting her miniskirt up over her well-rounded buttocks and revealing her white laced little panties and finely-shaped slender thighs.
Locating the book she wanted, the young girl whirled and marched out of the library, her luxurious unharnessed breasts moving freely and naturally as her long stride carried her out of view.
"There goes an hour's concentration," mumbled one of the students. "How can a broad be that good-looking and that smart at the same time?"
"And that uninterested in men? It's a crime against nature," protested another. "Did you ever hear of her going out on a heavy date with anyone?"
"Only with Professor Hershell," remarked the first. "The two of them probably read Chinese poetry together in bed."
* * *
Taking the stairs two at a time, Wendy climbed to the second floor where a variety of teachers and professors had their offices. Without pausing to knock, she pushed her way in the door marked, "Assistant Professor John Hershell" and entered her boyfriend's office.
Wendy had discovered, sometime in her junior year, that boyfriends were useful for a variety of purposes and that all of the girls in her class had acquired at least one. The idea seemed a little silly, but she had chosen John Hershell, selecting him from a flock of suitors as the best qualified, since Hershell had been her father's favorite student and knew almost as many oriental languages as the old man did. The assistant professor was prematurely bald and his skin was permanently white from spending all of his waking hours in the library, but he was useful and safe, unlike the vulgar lusty boys in her class who could think about nothing except getting into her pants.
Not that Hershell's mind was completely pure, she reminded herself. Twice in the past year, after he had wined, dined and charmed her with witty intellectual conversation, she had consented to accompany him back to his bachelor apartment and allowed him to maneuver her into bed.
The results on both occasions had been so uninspiring that she had decided that her original ideas on the subject of sex had been correct: a really serious student had no time for the disgusting business. Ever since, she rejected his passionate pleas, and eventually he gave up asking, although he loyally continued to take her to the university functions and allowed her to study in the quiet of his office.
The outer office was empty and Hershell's new secretary was not at her desk. For some unknown reason, Hershell had recently fired the ancient but very knowledgeable Mrs. Potter and replaced her with an ignorant young divorcee who could not tell the difference between Outer Mongolian and Old Church Slavonic. The new secretary was sexy and bold, of course, but Wendy could not believe that Hershell would let a vulgar fact affect his thinking when hiring a new employee.
Guessing that Hershell was probably taking his customary afternoon nap on the couch in his office, Wendy decided to enter quietly and borrow the book she needed without disturbing him. The door was ajar and she glanced through the crack first before stepping inside.
Hershell was on his couch, as she had anticipated. But he was not napping and he was not alone!
Wendy froze, the door open a mere inch, as her widened eyes took in the salacious scene unfolding before her. Hershell, wearing only his stretch socks, was kneeling astride the nakedly moaning figure of his new secretary, his legs on either side of her throat, and his buttocks resting lightly on the twin fleshy peaks of her mountainous breasts. The young professor's rigidly thick cock stuck out from the curly red pubic hair like the stump of a tree, its lust-swollen scarlet tip only inches above the secretary's half-parted lips. With one hand behind his back Hershell was tormenting the moist pink flanges of the woman's openly exposed cunt, rotating his finger mercilessly inside of her as he teased the wet sensitive walls of her vagina. The divorcee groaned and gasped under this lascivious treatment, but Hershell's weight pinned her helplessly to the couch.
Wendy shuddered with horror as a sadistically lewd grin spread over her boyfriend's face, and he reached down with his free hand and began rubbing the throbbing tip of his large cock around the edges of the secretary's wetly glistening lips. At the same time, he increased the activity of the hand which he had plunged between her wide open legs, inserting first two and then three fingers into the moist depths of her quivering cunt.
Tormented by the provocation of his penis the secretary's tongue flashed out eagerly to lick at the tiny opening in the bulbous red tip. Wendy put her hands to her own open mouth to suppress a sob as Hershell bent further forward, gently but firmly thrusting his long hard cock deep into the woman's willing red-lipped mouth.
He's going to strangle her, thought Wendy in terror, watching this depraved impalement and unable to tear her eyes from the unnatural spectacle despite her disgust. Hershell's penis seemed to be much larger than she remembered from their two brief sexual encounters, and Wendy was certain that the secretary was going to choke on the huge pulsating pole of flesh lodged obscenely in her throat.
But the lusty young divorcee showed no sign of choking. On the contrary, mewls and moans of pleasure emerged from her tightly ovaled mouth, and she sucked and lapped at Hershell's cock hungrily like a starving child presented with an ice cream cone.
As the young professor fucked brutally into her cruelly-stretched mouth, the secretary began wantonly thrusting her loins up against his tormenting hand, her eyes glazed over with a wild animal lust. From her vantage point behind the door, Wendy could see that Hershell's thumb was now imbedded in her moistly clasping cunt while his thick middle finger had snaked past the tiny circular ring of her anus and was now plunged deep far up in her rectal passage.
She was penetrated in every possible place!
While the voluptuous sex-maddened secretary writhed under this humiliating treatment, Hershell rode above her, grinning like the devil himself and controlling her like a cowboy subduing a new colt. His whitely glistening cock stabbed into her voracious mouth with greater and greater speed, and the young woman's cheeks bellowed in and out rhythmically with every stroke as if she were blowing up a balloon. Her hands were planted firmly on his buttocks, one on each side, and Wendy could see the muscles in her arms flex, trying desperately to pull him further into her as if she wanted to swallow his thick penis like a hot dog.
Wendy, now shaking with this violent shock to her nervous system, watched the warm saliva drip from the comers of the secretary's mouth and trickle down her chin in tiny obscene rivulets. Abruptly she realized that the young divorcee was reveling in the depraved treatment to which she was being subjected.
And then it began to happen!
Gritting his teeth, Hershell plunged himself further into her, fucking her mouth as if there were no tomorrow, and his heavy sperm-bloated balls began to beat cruelly against her upturned chin.
He's going to cum, Wendy thought, never before having been aware that unnatural practices like this were even possible. He's going to shoot that hot sticky fluid right into her throat. It's not true! She'll strangle!
But once again Wendy's knowledge of sex was defective. Instead of strangling, the secretary began groaning in pleasure and gulping wildly as Hershell's hotly gushing cum spurted from the tip of his swollen instrument and flooded her mouth. Her own orgasm seemed to arrive at precisely the same moment, and she curled her tightly long slender legs together, imprisoning his hand as it simultaneously pierced both of the openings in her loins ... all the while sucking his wildly-ejaculating penis as it spewed out the lewd, lust-inciting cum into her face.
Obviously trying not to lose a drop of the spurting liquid, her Adam's apple bobbed up and down as she hungrily consumed his cum to the last drop.
With a grunt of animal satisfaction, Hershell pulled his slowly-deflating penis free of her glistening lips, a thin string of the hot viscous fluid still connecting them, but she lunged forward again, once more capturing his organ between her lips. Using her hands, she gratefully pulled back the thick foreskin and busily licked him clean, running her tongue carefully over the scarlet tip of his cock until the process of deflation was reversed and he began to grow large and hard again.
"And how was that, Professor?" she asked him tartly as she allowed her head to fall back against the pillow. "Your little girlfriend ever do anything like that for you?"
With a shock, Wendy realized that they were talking about her! She wanted desperately to flee before Hershell could answer but her body was numb and she remained helplessly rooted to the spot.
"That frigid bitch!" replied the young professor cruelly. "I've only fucked her twice, and both times it was like sticking my poor cock into the refrigerator. You know I only let her hang around because her old man is going to get me promoted to full professor one of these days!"
Virtually in a trance, Wendy staggered out of the teacher's office before she could overhear anything else and walked like a zombie back down to the library. Of all the filthy, disgusting things, she sobbed. And to call her frigid because she did not choose to behave like an animal!
She paused by a window, trying desperately to control the shudders of revulsion which were racing through her body. She would dedicate her life to scholarship, she vowed. Never again would she permit a man....
"Miss Jenkins? Are you all right, Miss Jenkins?" It was a library messenger, looking at her solicitously. Wendy realized that she was allowing her emotions to show and she struggled to pull herself together.
"No ... I just felt funny for a moment ... I'm all right now. What is it?"
"I have a message from Professor Jenkins," replied the young man courteously. "He'd like you to come home immediately. There is an important visitor to see you."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was almost dawn and Wendy carried her coffee cup out to the terrace of the cottage and sipped the hot black liquid as she watched the sun peek over the horizon and begin to illuminate the green Virginia countryside. Inside, she could hear Mr. Bates (he insisted she call him Ted, but she continued to think of him as Mister) stirring in his bedroom, and she knew that the mysterious Mr. Finlay would be arriving in his chauffeured car precisely at six, expecting to find them on their feet and ready to go to work.
It seemed that years had passed since that horrible day when she had returned from the University so upset over the depraved scene she had witnessed, and had found Mr. Finlay in deep conversation with her father. Professor Jenkins had introduced the casual rumpled man as a colleague from his World War Two days in the OSS who was still working for the government.
Finlay had explained that her services were urgently required on a serious matter involving the security of the country, and then he had showed her a letter signed by the President himself, and the interview was over.
From the very first, Wendy had been anxious to go, even without a letter from the White House. She was shattered by what she had just seen a few minutes before in Hershell's office and wanted badly to get away for awhile. Finlay, however, had never explained exactly what it was that she would have to do, and even now she had still only the vaguest notion of their mission.
But whatever she was ultimately going to have to do, Wendy was glad that something was keeping her so occupied that she had no time for her own dark thoughts.
Their cottage was located in the center of a large and pleasant woods and was completely encircled by a tall barbed-wired fence. Lodgings were spacious and comfortable and the food, prepared by a sober old woman named Mary, was substantially better than what Wendy was used to getting in the University cafeteria. Besides Mary and Bates, the only other permanent resident of the cottage was Max, a tall silent individual with a handle-bar moustache who seemed to take orders only from Mr. Finlay, Wendy guessed that he doubled as guard and caretaker.
The attractive young linguist shivered as she heard Bates exchanging early morning grunts with Max in the kitchen while the two men drank their coffee. For some reason she was afraid of Ted Bates and nervous whenever he was near her. This was too bad, she realized, since it was dear that they were expected to work closely together as a team. She tried to decide precisely what it was about the gnarled tough agent which upset her so.
He was intelligent enough, there was no question about that. Wendy would have expected a career spy to be a pistol-toting goon, but Bates had one of the keenest minds she had ever known. For example, one of her jobs was to coach him in conversational Kurkurian, and he was picking up the language with a speed which would have made her father jealous.
And she had to admit that his behavior had always been more or less correct, although it was clear that he would be perfectly willing to take advantage of the situation and make a pass at her were she to give him the slightest encouragement.
Whenever Bates looked at her, Wendy felt that he was methodically undressing her with his eyes and she felt completely naked before him. There was something harsh and cruel about his face and, inexperienced as she was with men, her woman's instinct told her that she was in the company of a deeply sensuous man. She wanted to be respected as an intelligent interesting partner, but she knew in her heart that Bates considered her first and foremost as a potential bed-mate.
Trying to distract her mind from these unpleasant thoughts, Wendy opened her notebook and reviewed the week's training she had already received. Finlay arrived every morning with a car-load full of instructors from headquarters and put her through a sixteen-hour day of classes and practical exercises. On her rest breaks she was supposed to memorize codes, tutor Bates in spoken Kurkurian, and do calisthenics to improve her physical conditioning.
On Monday, she had taken a cram course in map reading and compass work which had involved tramping around with Bates in the woods all day, getting lost and locating herself again with maps printed in Chinese and a crude oriental compass. The following day it had been gunnery practice and she had gotten herself a headache blazing away at impossibly small targets with pistols, revolvers, and small arms before learning to disassemble, clean and reassemble a bewildering variety of strange foreign weapons. Wednesday had been the day for short-wave radio techniques and she had spent most of the morning learning how to jury-rig a field antenna and the afternoon sending morse code. Thursday had passed with the photographic technicians sent out from headquarters to train her in the use of a very versatile sixteen-millimeter camera, and she had also learned how to process the film with a developing kit disguised as a pack of cigarettes.
On Friday she had gone through the fundamentals of karate with Ted Bates and a female instructor sent out from headquarters. Several hours worth of bumps and bruises had accumulated before she began to master some of the basic movements, but she had felt humiliated at the idea of allowing Bates to put his hands on her and throw her around like a sack of potatoes. What's more, he seemed to get some sort of sadistic satisfaction from hearing her bruised and tender buttocks slapping loudly on the practice mat.
Yesterday things had been more relaxed to allow her to recover a little from the scratches and muscular pains suffered the day before, and they spent most of their time listening to background briefings from experts on Kurkuria and reading the latest intelligence reports on the subject. Wendy had gathered that their mission would somehow involve her going to Kurkuria with Bates, but her requests for more explicit information were always shrugged off. Despite her doubts about the whole business, she was excited about visiting a fascinating country she had never seen.
Now as the beautiful young linguist sat watching the dawn come to Virginia and daydreaming about the trip, Bates silently emerged carrying a coffee cup from the kitchen. He patted her vulgarly on her sore bottom.
"Don't do that!" she snarled in a rage, dropping her own cup as she whirled on him in anger, instinctively falling into one of the defensive positions she had learned only a few days before.
"Pretty good," he commented dryly, studying her pose with a critical eye. "But dropping the cup wasted movement. If some lecherous monster like me is going to make indecent assaults on your precious little ass, you want to throw whatever you have in your hands at him first, and then go into the Basic Defensive Posture. Remember?"
"You have absolutely no right to touch me there or anywhere else," she stormed at him angrily.
"Oh, but you're wrong," he informed her coolly. "If we're going to be traveling as man and wife, I will be under strict orders to pat your bottom once a day if only to keep up appearances. I was just getting a little practice."
Wendy's eyes widened with surprise. This was the first really unpleasant bit of news she had gotten thus far in her training. So she was going to have pretend that this crude man was her husband and allow him to manhandle her in public whenever he pleased!
And in private? She decided to set him straight immediately.
"All right," she informed him, controlling her anger with difficulty, "I agreed to this mission, whatever it turns out to be, and I'm going through with it. If we're going to pose as married people, you may take my arm in public, but the rest of me is off-limits. Touch any other part of my body and I'm going to scream, no matter if we're in the presence of the King of Kurkuria!"
"What is it with you?" Bates asked quietly, never losing his coolness for a moment. "You take a vow of celibacy or something? For a week now I've been expecting an invitation to join you in the sack, and every evening you bar that door like a Mother Superior locking up the convent for the night."
"You ... you pig!" she raged at him.
"Frigid bitch," he responded calmly. "Better pick up that coffee cup and dry your eyes. Here comes the boss, and we don't want him to know that the children have been quarreling."
Without turning, Wendy could now hear the low purr of Finlay's chauffeured black car coming up the drive. She hated to obey Bates when he treated her like a spoiled child, but there were tears on her cheeks, and she was not quite willing to explain to Finlay that their mission was being endangered by her reaction to a simple pat on the buttocks. Cleaning up the fragments of the shattered coffee cup and running a kleenex over her cheeks, she had her nerves and appearance in order by the time Mr. Finlay, dressed in his habitual rumpled suit, came up the stairs and greeted them in his usual shy formal manner.
If we can persuade Max to get us three tall mugs of coffee," he said to Bates, "I think it is time we filled Miss Jenkins in on some of the details of the mission."
Hearing the official's voice, Max emerged from the kitchen with three steaming cups of fresh coffee and then discreetly disappeared while Finlay settled himself into an easy chair and the others made themselves comfortable.
"How is the training coming?" asked the senior intelligence official, sucking noisily on his pipe.
"Oh, Miss Jenkins is in excellent shape," responded Bates, winking at Wendy to make sure that she caught the double meaning.
"Good, let me see how much you've learned and explain some aspects of your mission at the same time. How would you describe the current situation in Kurkuria, Wendy?"
"Well, sir," she responded, reciting what she had learned like a school-girl. "The country has always been neutral and very poor but the new king, Rau-ong, has accepted some foreign aid and is trying to raise the standard of living for his people."
"Good," answered the official. "Now, what would you say was Kurkuria's most important natural resource?"
"I would say ... rice? I don't think they have any natural resources to speak of."
"A few months ago you would have been correct," answered Finlay, glancing significantly at Bates, "but the situation has changed drastically. Earlier this year, King Rau-ong's geologists answered that all those rice paddies are sitting on top of the world's richest load of uranium, approximately as much ore as the rest of the world put together."
"Funny, I haven't seen anything in the papers," Wendy began, but Bates rudely cut her off.
"That's because there were only nine people in the Western Hemisphere who knew about the uranium. You make ten. Let's keep that number from getting any bigger, shall we?"
"Of course," replied Wendy icily, as Finlay continued his discussion.
"Now Rau-ong has some very intelligent ideas about this ore. We have learned that he intends to mine it gradually, sell it only to countries promising to use it for peaceful purposes and invest the profits in an attempt to improve the lives of his people. Our president thinks that this is an excellent idea and has given us orders to make sure that no one interferes with Rau-ong's plans."
"But he's the king!" objected Wendy. "Who would interfere?"
"I was coming to that. Tell me, do you remember the name of Kurkuria's top military man?"
"It was General Tong, if I recall correctly," answered the girl. "He was a friend of the old king, Rau-ong's father, and one of the reports I read said that he was supposed to be a little dishonest."
"Dishonest is hardly the word," answered Finlay soberly. "For years, Tong ran the opium business in Kurkuria, and he's had a hand in every other dirty deal in the Orient for the past two decades. The King is well aware of the situation but the General controls the army, and the people regard him as a popular hero. Naturally because of his position with the government, General Tong knows all about the uranium and we're worried that he may be planning to topple the king and take charge of the ore himself."
"And do what with it?" inquired Wendy, now tremendously excited by the international intrigue she had become involved with.
The two men exchanged looks and Bates answered her question.
"Sell it to the Red Chinese to make Hydrogen bombs. And keep the profits for himself. And make the Red Chinese the most powerful military nation on earth."
* * *
Wendy left the briefing with her head spinning. She could see now that this was bigger and more important than she had ever imagined. She would simply have to put aside her prejudices against Mr. Bates (and make a determined effort to call him Ted), plus doing her best to accomplish this mission. She was still not entirely sure why they had selected her for this challenging and dangerous job. It was true that she could speak fluent Kurkurian, but there must be other women in the country with the same skill ... and she could not imagine herself as the Mata Hari type.
Mr. Finlay had said that their job was to strike up an acquaintanceship with the General and attempt to find out what he was up to. They both emphasized that she would have to turn on the charm when they met Tong, but she could not quite see how she was supposed to beguile a crafty old oriental general into betraying his secrets to a newly-arrived tourist from the United States.
But she guessed that there was more going on than she had been told. In fact, Bates and Finlay were still talking and she imagined they were cooking up some secret plan. They had excused her to get a few hour's relaxation before the training began again, but she was far too excited to relax, so she walked back to her room, collected a code book and settled in the shade of a tree to study.
Max picked up three more mugs of coffee and carried them into the conference room as soon as he saw Wendy leave.
"Sit down, Doctor," Finlay ordered as the tall, silent man with the handle-bar moustache entered. "Ted thinks we're going to have problems with our girl-friend here. As a psychiatrist, what's your opinion?"
"I'd like to hear what Mr. Bates has to say first," he responded cautiously. "Doing a psychological study on a woman while you're pretending to be a caretaker is pretty tough, and I haven't been able to talk to Miss Jenkins very much."
"I'd be happy to tell you my opinion, Doctor," responded the wiry hard-bitten agent.
"I think that the one and only beautiful woman in North America who happens to speak Kurkurian also happens to be as frigid as an iceberg. This bitch is never going to be able to handle the job. I patted her on the behind this morning as an experiment, and she nearly took my head off."
"I picked you for this job because you have a certain reputation for competence in these matters," stated Finlay firmly, a trace of irritation in his voice. "That Russian lady-scientist wasn't precisely a nymphomaniac and you managed her okay."
A smile crossed the agent's face as he recalled the operation to which his superior was referring.
"Ah yes, what happened to her, anyway?"
"She teaches theoretical physics at Princeton by day and no doubt dreams of you at night," announced Finlay sarcastically. "And if you're through reminiscing, perhaps we could return to the subject at hand!"
"Sorry, sir," apologized Bates quickly. "But this gal doesn't like me, and I don't think she likes sex, and I don't think she's going to sleep with me ... or General Tong either. Pity, because she's got everything else going for her. Is it too late to get someone else?"
"It's too late and there is no one else," Finlay asserted bluntly. "Doctor, what do you think?"' "What has Miss Jenkins been told about General Tong thus far?" he questioned.
"We've described him pretty much as he is," answered Bates. "Leaving out the fact that he's fond of orgies, like wife-swapping, and is generally a sexual monster."
"And you hope somehow to use this girl as willing bait to snare Tong, meaning naturally that she will have to make love to him?"
"Mr. Finlay hopes that," snapped Bates impatiently. "I can't quite see how it can be engineered."
"It must be engineered!" insisted Finlay. "Doctor, I believe we are in your hands. Is there some medical or psychological technique at our disposal which will change a super-moral anti-sex young woman into a swinger?"
The psychiatrist took a long time to answer, evidently lost in thought.
"There are a series of traditional methods...." he began hesitantly, "hypnotism, old-fashioned aphrodisiacs and that kind of thing, but anything which dulls the moral sense will also dull the mind, and this girl will be no good to you if she's a walking zombie. But there is a drug ... something discovered by our medical research people only a few months ago. It hasn't been thoroughly tested yet, and we don't know precisely what dosage would be indicated."
"What does it do?" demanded Finlay impatiently.
"Well, without going into medical details, it seems to stimulate that part of a female's mind which controls her sexual drive. Experiments with mice and monkeys show that it triples or quadruples the female sex urge. We don't know what effect it would have on a human being...."
"Well we're going to find out," announced the official with determination. "Gentlemen, these are my orders. Ted, finish up Wendy's training on a crash basis, and tell her that she's got to have a physical examination before departure. Doctor, you get together with one of the medics from headquarters and have this stuff made up into ordinary-looking capsules. Have him tell Wendy when she comes in for her physical that she suffers from anemia or something and prescribe a capsule a day or whatever dosage you think will do the trick. Get this taken care of as soon as possible, because I want the two of you married and on a plane to Kurkuria within a week,"
"And make a bottle of pills for me too, Doc," requested Bates eagerly.
"They don't work on males," snapped the medical man stuffily. "And from what I hear, you don't need 'em!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"We'll be coming into Kurkuria in a moment, honey," her husband said gently as she slept, her head nestled trustingly against his chest. "Do you want to start waking up now?"
Wendy shook herself into consciousness with a start, taking half a minute to remember where she was and why, a little disturbed to find that in her sleep she had snuggled confidently into Ted Bates' arms as if he were her real husband.
And then with a jolt, she remembered that he was her real husband, at least in the eyes of the law. She was a legally married woman!
The scene of her marriage flooded back into her mind as she rubbed her eyes and settled herself in her seat. Always a stickler for thoroughness, Finlay had explained that they could not take chances with a flimsy cover story. The Government of Kurkuria had an embassy in Washington and agents perfectly capable of checking out the existence of a marriage license. Exposure on some minor point like this could endanger both of them unnecessarily and to be safe, he decided it was better to go through with a legitimate marriage. Naturally, a speedy divorce would be arranged later, and no one would ever know the difference.
Her female Karate instructor had served as maid of honor and Mr. Finlay himself, wearing a suit which was almost properly pressed for the occasion, had given the blushing bride away.
After the briefest of ceremonies, the newly-weds had sped back to their "honeymoon" cottage in the Virginia woods and spent a romantic afternoon memorizing details of Kurkurian geography. No one made the slightest allusion to the fact that they were not legally man and wife and that night, Wendy had cried herself to sleep, wishing for the first time in her life that there was someone who would come in and lie beside her.
The next morning, they had boarded a 707 for Kurkuria.
Now, as the big aircraft lost speed and altitude, Wendy could see the jungle below them, stretching endlessly in all directions like a vast green carpet, broken only by an occasional native village. Behind them lay Hawaii, Formosa and Hong Kong and ahead was the City of Kurkuria, perched dangerously close to the Red Chinese border.
As the plane banked for a landing, Wendy glanced at her watch and remembered that it was time to take her pill. How fortunate that headquarters had scheduled a medical examination for her just before they left! Otherwise she might never have known that she was anemic, and she would need all her strength and endurance to get through the weeks ahead. In fact she had been feeling strange for the last few days, ever since she had started taking her pills. Not sick precisely, or weak, but ... well twitchy was the only word which described it properly.
The weather had been cool and fine during the period just prior to leaving the States, but still her clothing felt heavy and encumbering, and she could hardly wait for her training to end each day to rush back to her room and strip. Also she had taken to sleeping in the nude, something she had always regarded as indecent and unhygienic. The sleep had been troubled by disturbing erotic dreams, but this could be explained by the fact that Finlay and Bates were driving her exceptionally hard and she was probably over-tired.
But after yesterday's wedding ceremony, she had seriously begun to think that there might be something wrong with her. She and her "husband" had shared the backseat of Finlay's limousine for the drive back to Virginia and, as they headed into the countryside, she had felt an overwhelming sense of physical desire sweep over her body. It had not been a specific sexual attraction to Bates, just an enormous sense of wanting a man, any man!
Innocent as she was in these matters, she was sophisticated enough to recognize naked lust when she experienced it, and the memory of that moment still filled her with horror and self-disgust. The only explanation for these strange feelings was the anemia. No doubt she had always had a blood deficiency and the intensive training had brought it out. Thank Heavens she had these pills, and she wondered if she ought no double the dosage just to make sure.
The wheels of the big plane touched ground. Like every other female tourist in the world, Wendy began worrying about losing her baggage. One day prior to their departure, Bates and Finlay had taken her on a tour of high-fashion houses in downtown Washington to purchase a completely new wardrobe. Finlay had stressed the importance of her looking as smart as possible in Kurkuria so that she would be sure to attract the General's attention. She had been a little dismayed at the kind of garments they had insisted upon buying since they had seemed determined that she should wear nothing but low-cut daring dresses which exposed as much as possible of her lushly ripe body and long tapered thighs. In the Kurkurian countryside, Finlay had explained, the women still went naked to the waist and Kurkurians were relaxed about morals, expecting to see a beautiful woman show herself off. Well they would see plenty of her with these new clothes, she reflected. Normally, Wendy would have been disturbed about the idea of running around half-naked, but in her present "twitchy" condition, she felt a strange pleasant tingle in her stomach whenever she thought about it, and so she hoped none of her things had been lost or damaged in transit.
The sun and heat hit them like a blast furnace as they left the airplane and walked down the mobile ramp. At the bottom of the stairs waited a police representative of the Ministry of Tourism who extended the greetings of the King and assisted them into an air-conditioned limousine which was waiting to take them to the Grande Hotel.
Wendy was excited at observing a country which few foreigners were ever permitted to visit, and she indulged in a little sight-seeing as the car swept them through the suburbs and into the city. There was no doubt that Kurkuria was poor. Most of the natives lived in tiny thatched huts crowded along the side of the road; their naked children played in the gutter.
In fact, nudity seemed to be commonplace in this strange oriental kingdom. Both boys and girls wore only a loin cloth well into their teens, even after the young girls' breasts were well-developed. Wendy saw women of all ages working in the rice-fields side by side with their men and always stripped to the waist, their small firm oriental breasts glistening with sweat as they labored under the hot Kurkurian sun.
Even the sophisticated ladies in the downtown section seemed anxious to show as much of their fine bronzed bodies as possible. The Kurkurian national dress for city women was kind of a sarong, thrown loosely over one shoulder and barely covering both nipples but leaving the sides of the breasts and the back completely exposed. The garment was belted at the waist and fell naturally to the ankles leaving one smooth slim leg naked almost to the hip. Undergarments, obviously, were unknown and would be impossible to wear under such a dress.
Wendy was sporting a light frilly miniskirt which would have been considered daring in New York or Washington, but she felt horribly over-dressed among these obviously sophisticated ladies, and wondered if she could ever learn to drape a sarong properly and wear one herself.
There was a few minutes delay at the registration desk of the Grande Hotel while their luggage was carried in and Ted Bates produced their passports and signed the guest-book. Wendy was feeling exhausted by the heat and their long journey, wanting desperately to get up to their room so that she could lie down. While Bates tried out his hesitant Kurkurian on the clerk behind the desk, Wendy listened as the hotel manager complimented her on her excellent command of the language and then launched into his standard speech for visitors.
"Le Grande Hotel is one of the oldest hotels in the orient, Madam," he assured her, "and many important members of the government maintain their permanent residences here. Ah ... for example the gentleman in uniform getting off the elevator is General Tong, the glorious commander-in-chief of our courageous armed forces. He has a whole suite of rooms on the top floor. Now the quarters you and your husband will share were once occupied by the Queen of Thailand...."
The little man rambled on, but Wendy had tuned him out. So this was the infamous General Tong, the man they had flown thousands of miles to try to meet, and the gentleman she was supposed to charm into spilling all his secrets.
One look at him and Wendy was terrified out of her mind!
The General would have been considered exceptionally big in any country in the world and among Orientals he was absolutely gigantic, possessing a stocky muscular body at least six feet six inches tall. His thick arms were ape-like and unusually long, and he walked with a rolling determined step which only hinted at the horrifying power in his enormous frame.
The main feature of his swarthy mongoloid face was power, and Wendy could not recall ever seeing a man whose brutality and harshness showed so clearly in his appearance. Bellboys and even other guests scattered out of his way as he moved through the opulent lobby, and it was clear that the savage military man inspired fear wherever he went.
His intelligent sensual eyes swept the lobby and came to rest at the young American couple at the registration desk. Everyone in the room seemed to have stopped breathing for a moment and even the hotel manager shut up as they watched him turn with his cat-like walk and move inexorably in their direction.
Wendy felt Bates' hand on her elbow and his lips swept over her cheek in what was apparently no more than a husbandly nuzzle.
'Turn it on, baby," he whispered intensely in her ear. "This is the beginning of the whole ball game right now."
The General's voice was incredibly deep, and when he spoke it sounded like a distant earthquake or the rumbling of thunder.
"Welcome to Kurkuria," he boomed in his native language, not bothering to keep his voice down to a conversational level. "I take it you are the newly-wed Americans who speak our language. Forgive my vulgar curiosity, but a westerner who has taken the trouble to learn Kurkurian is a rarity indeed, and I am delighted to know that we shall be neighbors during your stay."
Tong was ignoring Bates completely and openly inspecting Wendy's body, his evil slanted eyes lewdly lingering on her bosom and bare legs, but the young American woman managed to retain her calmness and extended her hand.
"We're very honored to meet you, General," she assured him with a smile.
"And what brings you to our country?" inquired Tong briskly.
"I am a student of Oriental languages," Wendy explained brightly. "And I asked my husband to bring me here on our honeymoon to see the country and perfect my accent. He is studying Kurkurian as well and making excellent progress."
"Very good," agreed the General. "Our language and culture deserve more attention in the outside world, and we are always happy to accommodate a serious student, even though we try to discourage the casual tourist. By the way, I am hosting a small party this evening in my apartments here. If the two of you can interrupt your honeymooning long enough, my wife and I would be delighted to have you."
Wendy assured him that they would be delighted to attend, and handshakes were again exchanged all around. With a short bow, the General excused himself and disappeared into a waiting staff car. Wendy shuddered involuntarily and rode up the elevator with her husband to see the suite once occupied by the Queen of Thailand.
* * *
Special Agent Theodore Bates took another swallow of the bitter rice wine, feeling as if he were going to go completely out of his mind. How much more of this could they expect him to take?
Wendy-his first and only legal wife-had pronounced herself exhausted as soon as he had paid off the bell-boys and he had advised her to lay down for a nap. While he unpacked their bags, she had taken a bath, put on a frilly nightie and climbed beneath the fresh white sheets. The nightie was practically transparent, and when she passed between him and the sunlight, Bates had been able to distinguish every detail of her deliciously ripe young body. OM Faithful had been objecting regularly to being out of action for such an extended period and was now standing up firmly for his rights.
He had to fuck her soon or he would go mad!
In another moment she would be asleep and the opportunity would be lost, perhaps forever. Struck by an idea Bates filled up a water glass with rice wine and went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. There, on the shelf, was three months' supply of the special "vitamin" pills they had given her at headquarters for the phony case of anemia. Shaking three capsules onto the shelf, he carefully ground them into a fine powder and dumped it into the rice wine.
Wendy was lying on her stomach as he approached the bed with the doctored-up rice wine; for a moment, Bates feared that she was already asleep.
"Wendy?" he called gently. "Have some of this wine, honey. It will calm your nerves and give you a couple of hour's sound steep."
The sleepy girl gave him a tired smile and turned on her side to take the ass from his hands, exposing as she moved one of her firm, softly fleshed breasts. Old Faithful was now threatening to break through the zipper on his pants, but Bates gritted his teeth and controlled himself while the girl obediently drained the glass, unaware that he was getting a full view of her naked brown-tipped tit.
"Ummmm, that was so good," the tantalizing young woman murmured sleepily, snuggling again into the cool linen sheets. The wine felt unusually warm in her stomach and, although the taste was a little strange, she sensed that her tense body was quickly relaxing. She felt the bedsprings give beneath his weight as Bates sat down beside her and for some reason, she was happy to have him there while she dozed. After all, she was a young woman in a foreign country, and it gave her a comfortable feeling to know that the muscular fast-thinking agent was there by her side. He bent over her, caressing her hair gently and whispered in her ear, his lips touching her skin and causing a strange sensation in the back of her neck.
"Remember, Tong certainly has got this room bugged. Don't do or say anything to ruin our cover as honeymooners."
Wendy nodded and then inhaled sharply as his hand traveled slowly down from her long blonde hair over her shoulders to the small of her back and began to rub her with a firm circular motion. She started to tell him sharply not to take advantage of the situation, but caught herself in time. It would certainly give the game away if they heard her informing her husband that he was not allowed to massage her back!
Besides, it felt so good! The warmly tingling sensations she had noticed over the past few days were starting to come back now, stronger than ever and almost driving her mad. Her body began to shiver slightly as his hands pushed the sheets down around her hips. There was a hot tormenting feeling deep inside her loins, and her suddenly moist vagina felt as if it was on fire. What did this mean?
Bates looked down upon the trembling young girl with cruel satisfaction. They had come a long way since the day she had snapped at him for having patted her ass. He would go slowly and give her no cause for alarm, but he already knew that the battle was half-won.
He moved closer to her on the bed and the girl rolled over, facing him and murmuring that she was warm. Her eyes were tightly shut and her full brown-nippled breasts once again were half-exposed. Bates pushed the sheet down even further, revealing her smoothly rounded thighs and sleek legs, and still she made no objection. Running his hand deliberately up under her silken nightie, the agent lecherously fondled the lovely half-moons of her buttocks, causing her to whimper either in fear or entreaty; she acted as if she were already half-unconscious.
Encouraged, he lifted her hips far enough to draw the nightie up past her warmly upthrust young breasts and over her head. Wendy knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was being undressed and that this was all a prelude to sex, but she was unable to concentrate her clouded confused mind. She remembered that she was under orders to do nothing which did not fit in with their cover of being newly-weds, but even their mission seemed unimportant now that the touch of his cool hands was somehow relieving the burning fire which was filling her body with torment. . and anything he wanted to do was alright so long as he continued to stroke her.
She felt better without the nightie anyway, not fully realizing that she was now totally naked in front of him.
Bates, seeing that her surrender was almost complete, worked feverishly to rid himself of his own clothing, kicking off his shoes and sliding down his pants to free his massively throbbing cock from its confinement. At last, he told himself!
You were worth the wait, baby!
Beneath him on the bed, the luscious girl began to writhe and moan, now half-crazed by the effects of the devilish medicine concocted by the physicians in Washington. She flopped on her back, kicking the sheets away impatiently to allow the fresh air to circulate over her tormented nipples and throbbing pussy, offering to Bates a lust-exciting vision of her entire body, naked and defenseless.
Christ, the stuff works fast, thought Bates in amazement, making a mental note to try to get hold of a supply of the tablets for difficult cases in the future. But for the moment, he had all that he wanted. This cold scornful young woman who had spurned him so often in the past, who thought he was nothing more than a crude uneducated gun slinger, was now stretched out before him, helpless and whimpering her need. He could do anything he wanted to her now, humiliate her, degrade her, anything! She was his, waiting to be dominated. As far as he could tell, she wanted it as badly as he did, and the tough wiry agent vowed he would not disappoint her.
Watching her body react lustfully to his touch, Bates stroked the smooth white insides of her thighs gently, gradually forcing her legs further and further apart until all of her thighs were wide-open. He saw that there was no resistance left in her. Carefully avoiding sudden movements, his hand gently traced the flatness of her firm stomach down into the softly curling thatch of blonde pubic hair. A quivering moan escaped the drugged girl's lips as his fingers invaded the warmly moist softness of her pussy to caress the fleshy folds of her vaginal lips and agitate the tiny budded clitoris into stiffness.
Bates was like a starving man suddenly presented with a seven-course meal; not knowing where to begin, he knelt hungrily over the semi-conscious girl, running his hands and his lips up and down her nakedly writhing body, kissing her ripe young breasts, her white unprotected belly, and finally bringing his warm mouth into an electrifying contact with the pulsating wetness of her cunt.
Wendy groaned even louder as he began to suck her vagina enthusiastically. Bates made no effort to disguise the obscene smacking sounds with his lips, and actually got a depraved thrill from the knowledge that all of this was being recorded by General Tong's hidden microphones. Then he felt her hands in his thick black hair and for one horrifying minute, he was afraid that he had gone too far too fast and that she was trying to pull him away.
But he was wrong! The drug-aroused girl was frantically pressing him into herself. "Victory!" he told himself in triumph. "She's yours for the fucking!"
But there was one more thing he wanted to do first. For weeks his cock, Old Faithful, had been wanting to meet her and she had scorned him. Now, with the help of the aphrodisiac, she seemed to have changed her mind. But it wasn't that easy. Old Faithful was offended and she would have to beg his pardon.
Raising himself up on his hands and knees, he ran his wetly warm lips back up her body, pausing to torment her swollen extended nipples with his teeth. Then he knelt up abruptly, his wildly throbbing cock jerking less than six inches above her face. If he fucked her half-asleep like this, she could always turn around later and claim she had not known what she was doing. The humiliation would not be complete unless she knew!
"Wendy, open your eyes," he commanded.
"Oh, Ted ... please," she murmured, her eyelids still tightly shut.
"Open 'em," he roared and her eyes popped open obediently. Bates could see that she was heavily under the influence of the drug and only half-conscious of what was happening, but this would have to do.
"I would like you to meet Old Faithful," he said, grinning lasciviously. "Old Faithful is only a penis, but he likes to be introduced to the girls just the same. Give him a kiss, Wendy."
The drug-dazed young girl struggled to clear the fog from her mind and understand what was happening. All she could comprehend was the fire burning out of control down there between her legs and an enormous longing for something hard shoved up in her belly. What was he saying? Who was Old Faithful?
"Kiss it!" he repeated, thrusting his long, rigidly thick cock even closer to her half-parted Ups so that his meaning was unmistakable.
Do what he wants, came a vague thought from the back of her clouded mind. Do what he wants or he'll get angry and go away and leave me alone, and then he won't make love to me ... won't relieve that longing in my vagina, Do it! she commanded herself sternly.
As he moved closer, she grasped his throbbing hardness and put it to her Ups, tasting the slightly acrid white drop of liquid which had seeped at the tip of the lust-swollen head. She held its long rigid length with one hand, but refused to open her mouth, contenting herself with merely kissing it once.
"That was very nice, Wendy. Now would you like Old Faithful stuck up inside your tight little cunt?"
"Oh please, Ted ... I'm so confused ... Don't say those things ... my body feels so strange . ." she murmured, thrashing her head back and forth on the pillow in an agony of arousal.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he said brutally.
"Please...." she mumbled. Anything, as long as he did not leave her alone in this condition.
"Please what?" he demanded unrelentingly, wanting to hear her use the vulgar degrading word.
"Please ... fuck me," she finally responded hesitantly, no longer caring about anything but quenching the fire in her body, and still clinging unconsciously to Bates' long arrogant pole.
The spy looked down lustfully at the voluptuously supple body which had now been offered up to him like a sacrifice. Wendy's face was contorted with an undeniable sexual hunger, her mouth open now and tongue flailing back and forth across the end of his pulsing penis, trying to please him. Thanks to his brief vacation in Florida, Bates sported a dark all-over tan and the color of his skin formed an exciting contrast with the smooth white texture of her young body.
Her skin was several shades lighter than his. His pubic hair was jet black while hers was a sparse blonde, only a little darker than the yellow ringlets flowing over her naked shoulders. His body was hard and hers was soft and everywhere he looked there were contrasts.
He paused, allowing his lascivious excitement to build, fighting off the urge to fling himself immediately inside her. But still he delayed, playing with the large firm breasts which rose so proudly from her chest, topped by delicate tantalizing brown buds. Somehow he had to have it all, and there was too much to chose from. This afternoon, perhaps, would be the last time he would ever possess her like this. Tonight, she would meet General Tong, and-who knew how much there would be left of her after that encounter?
Take it all now, he told himself and he swung one knee to the other side of her perfectly formed body and gathered both softly fleshed breasts into his sinewy hands. Fantastic, he marveled, I have never seen a pair of tits like this before!
One knee on either side of her rib cage, he lowered his long rigid penis into the furrow between her rapidly heaving breasts and then pushed them slowly together, compressing his hardness between the two straining mounds of tender flesh. A feeling of extraordinary excitement overwhelmed him as he kneaded and squeezed her ripely swollen tits, pushing them together so that her hard little nipples came together and touched. Forming a kind of artificial vagina, he slowly started thrusting himself in and out of this delicate unnatural channel, the red moist tip of his cock appearing briefly high on her chest and then disappearing again like a timid mouse darting back into its hole.
The feeling was exquisite and Wendy seemed long past caring what he did to her. The girl's eyes were again closed, her drugged body writhing piteously beneath him, whimpering and groaning as he fucked her tits brutally. His blood-filled eager cock seemed to grow another inch with this lewd stimulation and, for a moment, he was afraid that he had pushed himself too far and was about to spew his sticky cum prematurely all over her naked chest, throat, and face.
Slow down, Old Faithful, he ordered. We've got lots of games to play yet.
Releasing his hold on her warmly opulent breasts, he raised himself on his hands like a man about to do a push-up and positioned his body between her knees. Her legs were widely spread, and his long, massive cock throbbed and jerked as it dangled just above the wet fleshy folds of her vagina.
He could wait no longer. He had to fuck her now or he would die! Wendy gasped for breath as Ms hard body crashed down on top of her; and as her mind drifted aimlessly like a boat without oars she could feel his hardness probing through the soft blonde pubic hair, searching for the channel between the tightly throbbing lips of her palpitating vagina.
The tough secret agent raised himself on his elbows and looked down lasciviously at the sight of his thick pulsating rod touching the wetly quivering entrance of her little cunt. He wanted to see his cock slide in to her pussy, impaling her; and added thrills of delight jolted his body as he viewed her arched back and widely spread legs and loins.
She really wanted it now! And she was going to get it, he vowed, a fucking she would remember the rest of her life!
Wendy was vaguely aware of what was going on and her drug-filled mind seemed to be split into two separate pieces. Part of her knew perfectly well that this brutal man was humiliating and degrading her and that Old Faithful was about to split her up the middle. But another part of her was conscious only of the fact that her hungry, love-starved womb had taken on a life of its own and was demanding to be filled. Her hands found their way to his hard tensed buttocks, and she pulled at him desperately using all her strength in an effort to force him into her hotly expectant belly.
"Please put it in me," she begged him, ready to sob with frustration.
Bates needed no further encouragement, feeling the hot opening of her cunt pulsating wildly around the swollen tip of his rigid cock. With a low animal grunt, he flexed the muscles in his thighs and pushed.
"Aaaaghhhhh!" she screamed as the battering ram ploughed three inches into her unused little cunt, stretching the hotly clasping walls almost beyond endurance.
Christ, she's tight, thought Bates as he felt the fleshy sides of her tightly-stretched vagina gripping his organ on all sides like a velvet vise. With a grunt, he pushed forward again, ramming another couple of inches into the heated orifice.
"Oh, it's too big!" she cried in confusion, the two sides of her mind giving contradictory instructions. The sober conscious part of her wanted him to withdraw and take the pain away, but her drugged, lust-maddened body refused to yield, still clutching his buttocks frantically, her fingernails digging deep into his flesh.
Working as methodically as a carpenter boring a hole, Bates skewered his way mercilessly into her, each powerful stroke carrying his pole further up inside her tortured vagina. Then, with one final effort, he lifted her buttocks clear of the bed with his hands and rammed himself home, his push taking him all the way up to her delicate cervix.
Another scream broke the air, but Bates could already sense that her body was beginning to loosen, and relax, and he started fucking into her without mercy, slamming into her warmly clasping cunt with long fluid strokes that brought groan after groan to her parted lips.
Wendy was only aware that the pain was slowly passing and that her fevered body was getting just what it craved for. Her sweat-soaked young torso jerked and twisted with mounting passion, and the cries that flew from her open mouth sounded less and less like agony and more like a growing ecstasy as the minutes passed. Her long blonde hair was sprayed out on the pillow as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his hard, hair-covered chest into the softness of her billowing white breasts.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she chanted mindlessly with each powerful thrust of his heatedly throbbing penis, instinctively thrusting her hungering loins back at him and trying desperately to suck his tongue into her mouth.
Deeper and deeper Bates plunged into the softening tunnel of her flowering cunt, feeling her open up to him like a blossom in the morning sun. Up to this point, the jaded secret agent had been thinking only of his own pleasure, but now he realized that the doped-up girl was racing toward an orgasm of her own as the pounding of her hips became more insistent. The smoothly moistened walls of her cunt were well-lubricated now, clasping and unclasping around his driving fleshy piston and he fucked into her with renewed vigor. Continuous moans escaped her lips until Bates feared that she was going straight out of her mind. Her nostrils were flaring wildly and her eyes were wide open but unseeing, glazed with an animal lust which Bates had never dreamed she possessed.
"Oh, it's so good! Fuck harder!" she cried, her fingernails now digging painfully into his meaty muscular shoulders to spur him to greater efforts.
Bates doubled his pace, pulling his knees under him and bracing his feet on the frame of the bed as a fluid obscene gurgling sound from her freely-flowing cunt began to echo around the room.
I'd love to see the operator who's bugging this room, thought Bates, and the knowledge that all of this was being picked up on hidden microphones filled him with a malicious pleasure. Reaching under her, he pushed his hand up through the widely-spread cheeks of her writhing buttocks to feel the wetly pulsating lips of her cunt enclosing his cock in a firm ecstatic imprisonment. Moisture was everywhere as the fluids poured out past his hard-driving penis to mix with the sweat from their tightly coupled bodies.
He could feel her orgasm approaching like an express train as she wrapped her long slender legs tightly around his hips, using the muscles in her calves to force him even deeper into her, rotating her buttocks in wild, tight little circles of wantonness.
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly cried out, and Bates abruptly knew by instinct that this was the first time in her entire life that she had ever experienced an orgasm. Her ankles crossed behind his sweating muscular back and her shamelessly aroused young body thrashed up and down on the moisture-soaked sheets so wildly that he had to use all his strength to control her.
Then suddenly it hit! All movement in her body ceased and she clung to him savagely, every muscle tensed to the breaking point, a long low wail escaping her lips. He continued to fuck into her as she came; his balls became soaked with the hot orgiastic fluids flooding from her streaming cunt as they slammed mercilessly into her tiny puckered anus.
But as she screamed out her ecstasy, the secret agent knew that it was the end for him as well. The pressure in his burgeoning cock had increased to the point that even Old Faithful could take it no more. The familiar pulsating in his balls had become unbearable, and he groaned into her open mouth as he fired his hot white sperm like a machine gun into the heatedly milking depths of her open womb. It seemed as if he would cum forever, and his jerking penis continued to spew the burning liquid into her exhausted cunt until his loins were utterly drained.
Wendy was conscious for only another minute or two, but later she remembered how Bates had covered her face with gentle kisses and then laid his head upon the softness of her still-heaving breasts and gone to sleep.
She had stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, feeling her mind clear a little and wondering what this all meant. Then the darkness closed in and she slept, Bates' slowly-deflating penis still lodged securely in her satisfied cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
"Looks okay, but try the blue one," ordered Bates briskly. "It's shorter and shows your boobs off better. We'll have to get you one of those sarongs."
"I feel like I'm going to be doing a strip-tease," Wendy complained mildly, but she obeyed without hesitation. After the performance she had put on that afternoon, she had no business pretending to be prudish now. What on earth had come over her? She had been drifting off to sleep while Ted gave her a backrub and suddenly all hell had broken loose inside her body. Nothing in her past life had prepared her for that kind of naked animal lust, and even now she was still somewhat dazed by the experience.
Turning her back modestly on the secret agent, she unzipped the green party frock she had modeled for him and stepped out of it, wearing only a tiny almost transparent pair of bikini panties. She was still not used to the idea of being naked in front of a man, and she could feel the color coining to her cheeks as she fumbled with the straps on the blue miniskirt he had suggested.
Designed to be worn without a brassiere, the dress was almost see-through and her brown sensitive nipples, still erect and bruised from their violent love-making, tingled as they rubbed against the coolly smooth material.
Bates stepped up behind her, jerked the zipper into place and then spun her around to face him.
"That'll do," he decided promptly. "We'd better get going. And don't forget your purse," he reminded her, shooting a meaningful glance in her direction.
The girl nodded and slipped it under her arm. Even a careful inspection of the purse would reveal nothing unusual to a border guard or customs official. Only an expert could have determined that the lipstick was a miniature sixteen millimeter camera, the pack of cigarettes a highly efficient film development outfit and the make-up kit a three-shot pistol, deadly at short range.
Wendy lingered just a moment longer to study herself in the mirror. She would have to be careful how she moved in this dress, she reminded herself. The fabric barely covered her slender boyish hips and she could not bend over without revealing her panties. And the top was cut so low across her fully fleshed breasts that one false move would bring her nipples tumbling out in the middle of the party.
If this doesn't entice the general, she concluded, nothing will.
The door to General Tong's apartment was opened by a soldier in uniform who snapped to attention and saluted smartly as they entered. The room was already filled with people, but General Tong, towering at least a foot over his tallest guest, saw the couple and moved immediately toward them, his guests stepping respectfully aside to let him pass. The commander of the Kurkurian armed forces was dressed casually in a white summer uniform, covered with medals and decorations, and he bowed to Wendy and shook hands with Bates.
"How good of you to come," he boomed, causing conversations to halt as other guests turned to stare at the Americans. "Come, I must introduce you to my wife and let her present you to our other friends."
Wendy heard Ted Bates catch his breath as Lady Tong stepped to her husband's side, and they found themselves face-to-face with the most beautiful oriental woman either of them had ever seen. The General's wife was tiny, like most Kurkurians, but exquisitely formed and wearing a flowing white translucent robe which made her seem clothed from shoulder to ankles and yet somehow almost naked at the same time.
In comparison to the rough loud-talking General, she was refined and delicate and Wendy decided they were the most un-likely couple she had ever seen.
"There are a dreadful number of people to meet," Lady Tong said softly, smiling at them with genuine friendliness. "Are you sure you wouldn't like something to drink first? Our rice wine is made on my husband's estates in the country, and we find it quite refreshing on hot nights like this."
The two Americans nodded gratefully and followed her to the bar, while Wendy tried to decide whether or not the oriental beauty was really naked under the white robe.
Drinks in hand, they started the round of introductions. It was clear that the cream of Kurkurian society was present, and the newly-weds exchanged bows and handshakes with high government officials, assorted generals, Kurkurian artists and writers, and even a few members of the royal family, although the King himself was not present, probably because of the well-known hostility between the Monarch and the military man. Looking around her. Wendy realized that she was the tallest woman in the room, but by no means not the most uncovered. One attractive actress in the Kurkurian national theatre was wearing a garment which left one finely-shaped breast completely exposed and many of the military wives (all of them much younger than their husbands) wore very extreme oriental fashions involving sheer silk fabrics which left very little to the imagination.
General Tong seemed to be the biggest consumer of his own rice wine and his incredibly deep boisterous voice echoed continuously across the room as he joked half-drunkenly with his guests. Whenever Tong stopped to talk to Wendy, he never failed to throw one bear-like arm around her shoulder, brushing his fingers lewdly over her breasts or patting her bottom rudely. Wendy was irritated at this boorish behavior, but she saw Ted's eyes watching her, and she resolved not to let him down.
It was after midnight when some of the older guests began to take their leave, and Wendy suddenly realized that she had been enjoying herself thoroughly. Lady Tong was a delightful hostess despite her terrifying husband, and the two women had managed to chat pleasantly a number of times in the course of the party. As Wendy placed a half-finished glass of rice wine on the bar and took Bates' arm, the General approached them, a suggestive smile on his yellow oriental face.
"I had planned a little entertainment afterwards for some of my close friends," he said mysteriously, for the first time dropping his base voice into a modified whisper. "If you're not in too much of a rush to get back to your honey-mooning, perhaps you might like to stay and see how we naughty Kurkurians enjoy ourselves. As soon as the stuffed shirts are gone, naturally."
He accompanied this proposal with a lewd wink at Wendy and a friendly jab with one massive elbow, which nearly cracked Ted's ribs.
"Love to," replied Bates, ignoring the pain. "We're always ready to observe a little local color."
"The local color in this country tends to be slightly off-color," the General responded, grinning conspiratorially. "I trust your young bride will not be shocked at what she sees."
"You underestimate Americans, my dear General," Wendy found herself remarking. "We know something about having fun on our side of the Pacific too."
"Excellent!" crowed the General, throwing his head back and emitting a roar of coarse laughter. "Perhaps, my dear lady, you will do me the honor of sitting next to me during the entertainment so that I can observe your reactions? It should be most amusing!"
Wendy and Bates exchanged glances but there was no time for a quick conversation. The last of the "stuffed shirts" left and only a smaller group of army officers and their ladies remained. Tong seized Wendy by the arm and led the march into another room where a group of straw mats were arranged on the floor before a raised stage which was covered by a series of violet curtains. Glancing over her shoulder, Wendy saw the elegant Lady Tong slip her arm into Bates', and she suddenly felt an unexpected pang of jealousy. But her thoughts were interrupted by a frightening sound, half-way between a roar and a grown, which seemed to be coming from behind the curtain on the stage. Without thinking, she tightened her grip on the General's arm.
"Good Heavens! That sounded like an animal of some kind!"
"I promised you would see something you couldn't see in Boston, my dear. Let's make ourselves comfortable on that mat and your curiosity will soon be satisfied."
Looking around her anxiously, Wendy found that none of the other women were sitting with their own husbands or escorts. The actress had come to the party with an Army colonel, but was now giggling on an adjoining mat with a brigadier general. Bates seemed to be deeply involved in a serious conversation with the beautiful Lady Tong on a mat placed off to the left of the stage. Grunts and scratching noises continued to be heard from behind the curtain, and Wendy was now convinced that they had a large animal backstage, perhaps the "entertainment" was going to be some sort of circus act with a wild animal trainer or something.
Tong had clearly hinted that the entertainment was to be dirty and she had expected something like a strip-tease, but apparently all he had in mind was an animal show. The disturbing tingling sensation which had been troubling her since they left Washington was now returning and Wendy bit her tongue, realizing that she had been looking forward to something really dirty.
When the entire group was seated and everyone removed their shoes, the General snapped his fingers and the room was plunged into darkness with only a spotlight illuminating the stage. Slowly the curtain began to divide, and Wendy's eyes widened as she saw the animal responsible for the growling and roaring they had heard earlier.
It was a gorilla, at least seven foot tall, ugly as sin and chained to the wall with massive steel links. The mere sight of it sent shudders of fear through the young girl's body.
"I captured him myself when he was only a few months old," commented the general, putting his arm casually around the young girl's shoulders.
"Oh, then he's tame," exclaimed Wendy, feeling somewhat assured.
"Not at all," came the response. "There's no such thing as a tame gorilla. They remain savage beasts even when raised in captivity from birth."
"Oh...." Wendy stammered, at a loss for words. "Such strange animals...."
"In many ways," the General continued, as if he were delivering a lecture in zoology, "gorillas are more like people than other animals. For example you know that most animals are only inspired to make love a few times a year, when in the presence of a female in heat. Apes and men are the only two animals capable of sex twelve months a year. Lucky for us, don't you agree?"
"I guess so," the girl responded uncertainly, her eyes drawn by the topic of conversation to the gorilla's enormous dangling penis. Hairless and obscene, Wendy guessed it to be nearly a foot in length and she shuddered at the sight.
"And the great apes have another peculiar characteristic," continued the General pleasantly. "Dogs do not commonly fall in love with pigs or elephants with swans, but gorillas are capable of being sexually aroused by animals of different species ... ah but in another minute I will be giving it away. Let the performance speak for itself." And he snapped his fingers a second time.
Two burly animal trainers emerged from behind the curtain and took up their stations on either side of the gorilla, their hands on the locks holding him to the wall. Both men had pistols strapped to their waists, and for the first time Wendy realized fully that they were in the presence of a very dangerous animal. Whenever it roared, she could see the fierce white fangs in his mouth, and the size of his arms and chest made even Tong look puny by comparison.
"They aren't going to let him loose, are they?" she quavered, instinctively drawing closer to the General for protection.
"Not yet," he assured her. "Watch now...."
The curtain shifted again and three women appeared. The two older females wore Army uniforms and were tough and severe-looking. The third, draped in a white robe, was a dainty Kurkurian girl about Wendy's age, her black oriental hair tied in a neat bun behind her. She looked a little frightened, and a horrible suspicion crept into Wendy's mind.
"That girl .. she stammered, not certain how to phrase the question so as not to offend him. "Is she ... a volunteer for whatever's going to happen?"
"In a way," the General whispered. "This girl is a murderess. She killed her husband in order to run away with another man. She was arrested and condemned to die under out laws, and she jumped at the chance to participate in our show as an alternative to being beheaded."
Shuddering at the story, Wendy watched as the two military women, still standing on either side of the frightened oriental girl, turned her to face the audience. The three of them bowed low and respectfully in unison to General Tong, and then the two guards began to undress the young female convict, untying the kimono and allowing it to fall to the floor, suddenly leaving her totally naked. The girl's young body was slender but perfectly formed with high, widely-spaced breasts and slim lithe hips. Her pubic region was hairless, making her seem extra-naked since under the bright lights on the stage, the audience could clearly distinguish the ripe open folds of pinkly glistening flesh guarding the entrance to her vagina and even the abnormally large button of her clitoris.
"The gorilla wouldn't hurt her, would it?" asked Wendy, still looking for assurance.
"For the sake of the performance, I hope not," Tong answered blithely. "She has been given a potion to eliminate the pain if anything goes wrong. Gorillas are excitable and it is possible that my pet could become over stimulated. . this is always a possibility dealing with great apes."
The two female soldiers wheeled the now-naked oriental girl around to face the gorilla. The big frightening animal had ceased grunting and growling now, apparently aware that something strange was taking place. As they brought the fragile Kurkurian beauty close to him, his beady evil eyes followed her every movement.
"First, she will have to attempt to excite him," explained the General in a coarse whisper. "Gorillas are rather slow to understand what is expected of them. Once aroused, of course, it is fairly difficult to calm them down again."
The two uniformed women stepped back, bowed again to the audience and retreated behind the curtain, leaving the convicted husband-killer to face the gorilla alone, her trembling naked nipples only inches from the animal's massive hair-covered chest.
At first she had refused to believe her eyes and ears, but Wendy could no longer avoid understanding the true nature of General Tong's depraved experiment. This poor girl would be spared the headsman's axe only if she succeeded in exciting this cruel ferocious beast into sexual activity. Possibly she would be alive when the experiment was over; possibly not.
The American girl, profoundly upset, looked around the room wildly, searching for Bates and wondering if the tough experienced agent had been told about the horrifying spectacle they were to witness.
Trying to adjust her eyes to the semi-darkness in the room, Wendy spotted her husband still sitting next to Lady Tong, both of them attentively watching the performance. The two seemed to be getting along famously, she observed. The oriental noblewoman was leaning her head comfortably against the American's chest, and as Wendy watched, she could see that Bates' hand was resting on his companion's soft breast.
Wendy loyally assumed that the secret agent was using his masculine charm to extract information from the General's wife, but hoped that the chief of the Kurkurian Armed Forces would not observe them and jump to the same conclusion. A moment later, though, she was too occupied with the depraved spectacle on the stage to spend any more time worrying about Bates' motives.
In front of them, the young female convict was running her hands gently through the animal's thick fur, taking care to hold her face away from his gleaming white teeth. The two trainers watched attentively from both sides, still keeping the gorilla's arms securely handcuffed to the wall, but ready to release him when Tong gave the word. The ape continued to stare at her blankly, still apparently perplexed, his great dangling cock hanging limply between the powerful muscles in his thighs.
Shooting a look of desperation at the audience, the girl bent quickly and took the gorilla's flaccid penis in her delicate hands and began rubbing it briskly.
The animal growled deeply and wiggled his hips, but Wendy could not decide whether his reaction was favorable or not. The nakedly trembling girl, with sweat glistening on her round, firm buttocks, dropped to her knees as she caressed his foot-long cock, and a low rumble broke from the gorilla's black ferocious lips.
He liked it! The growl was softer now, almost a purr, and Wendy could see the giant penis stir restlessly as the trembling girl pulled and stroked the slowly-hardening organ.
Then the condemned woman played her last card. Raising the gorilla's massive cock in her hands, she pulled back the thick foreskin, exposing the animal's scarlet-colored prick head. Both of her tiny hands tightly gripped the long throbbing length of his rigidly erect pole like a baseball bat as she slowly guided the murderous instrument between her delicate little lips.
She was sucking him! The same obscene, unnatural act the red-headed secretary had performed on Hershell, this desperate girl with a death sentence hanging over her head was doing to an animal!
"Well, on with the experiment, I suppose," mused the oriental militarist. "What do you think? Shall we give the order?"
Wendy was desperately telling herself that no matter what, she must not anger the General. Here, his power was absolute! She could do nothing to save the girl. She would either be mangled and ravaged by the ape or have her head chopped off, and the prisoner had obviously chosen the ape.
"I don't know," she stammered. "Whatever you think best . ... "
"We aren't shocked, are we," he asked, mockingly.
"No, just worried about that poor girl," Wendy replied, making an effort to keep her voice steady.
"Oh Kurkurian women are tough," the General laughed. "She'll probably survive the monkey, but she would have no chance at all with the beheading." And he snapped his fingers briskly at the animal trainers, who quickly undid the locks holding the giant ape to the wall.
With a roar, the animal burst into freedom and one of the trainers slapped a hand to his pistol in alarm. The naked little Kurkurian girl fell back in obvious terror, lying flat on her back, her arms uselessly shielding her high-set pointed breasts and her legs flexed and held slightly apart. Then, for a moment, neither ape nor woman moved.
Wendy, in panic, had moved as close to the General as she could get, reasoning that she would need protection if that wild animal decided to attack the audience. Tong took advantage of the opportunity to pull her into his arms, almost sitting her on his lap and allowing his big meaty hands to rest lecherously on her bare thigh, but Wendy's eyes were glued on the salacious drama unfolding before them, and she hardly noticed this crude gesture.
The ape slowly crouched down on all fours and moved deliberately towards the fearfully trembling Kurkurian woman. The big animal seemed almost tame, and if it had not been for the mammoth cock protruding rigidly from his groin, he would have looked playful and friendly.
Wendy wanted desperately to flee but she knew that creating a scene now would shatter her chances of working her way into the General's confidence. Also, she forced herself to admit that the lewd idea of watching the savage gorilla cruelly rape a defenseless woman was sending an unexpected depraved thrill through her body. She began to shiver with tension and excitement, goose-pimples rising on her naked skin as if a draft had suddenly blown through the room.
A servant, totally ignoring the sensuous drama on the stage, was passing out drinks, and Tong thrust a tall glass of chilled rice wine into her hands. She drank it thirstily, watching the gorilla advance another step and begin curiously sniffing the naked girl's feet and ankles. As she strained her eyes to take in every detail of the depraved scene before them, Wendy could feel the General's other hand travel slowly up from her tanned firm thighs and cup one of her ripely fleshed, milk-white breasts.
So that's your game, she thought to herself, realizing that the spectacle was designed to excite her sexual emotions. But she pretended to be too fascinated by the scene to notice, reasoning that he could hardly rape her in a room full of people. Besides, she needed to stay on his good side, and that apparently meant letting him have a couple of good feels in the dark. It was all he would ever get out of her, though!
Still crawling on all fours, the giant gorilla moved forward again, his ugly brown snout passing between the helpless girl's wildly shivering legs until his flared nostrils found the perfumed wetness up between her legs. This seemed to interest him and he growled happily before making one tentative lick at her cringing pussy. Some of the spectators groaned as they saw her tender young body twitch violently as the ape's cold tongue flashed out and slavered over her nakedly hot cuntal lips.
Instinctively, the girl tried to slide away from this torment, but the great ape placed one menacing paw on her stomach and pinned her to the floor. Then he ducked his huge furry head again and began lapping away happily, each stroke of his mammoth tongue torturing her upturned crotch all the way from her tightly puckered anus to the nerve-filled sensitive bud of her clitoris. The girl stopped struggling and groaned as the animal curled his tongue and relentlessly shot it deep into her wetly quivering open cunt.
Wendy shuddered involuntarily, feeling the heated sexual stimulation begin to race through her own body and imagining herself in the place of the captive girl on the stage. The Kurkurian woman, evidently realizing that everything was all right so far, spread her legs deliberately a little further apart, and the gorilla growled pleasantly in response, slobbering away at her defenseless little cunt with brutal animalistic lust.
Curious to see how Ted Bates was reacting to this obscenity, Wendy shifted her gaze momentarily away from the gorilla and tried to focus her eyes to see what was happening in the dark comer of the room where the secret agent was seated with the General's wife.
My Lord, what is he doing? she asked herself in surprise. The Oriental lady was stretched back comfortable against Bates' chest, her tapered slender legs spread widely apart and Ted had shoved his hand up under the flimsy white gown she was wearing. Wendy blinded to make sure her eyes were not deceiving her, but there was no doubt about it. His hand was probing deep inside the woman's vagina, and he was stroking her rhythmically, causing her hips to twitch spasmodically in time with the movement of his fingers. He's out of his mind, she thought in terror. That's the wife of the second most powerful man in Kurkuria. If her husband should notice....
But the General seemed far too occupied with his experiment to pay any attention to his wife's antics. As Wendy looked around her, she observed that Bates and Lady Tong were not the only people to have been aroused by the entertainment. The actress's dress had slipped down around her waist, leaving both of her finely-shaped young nipples exposed, and the man with her was running his hands avidly over her body, even though both of them had their hot eyes fixed upon the stage.
A striking change was slowly coming over the nakedly writhing young Kurkurian woman who lay exposed before them. As the gorilla's coarse wet tongue continued its merciless assault on her vagina, the girl wound her fingers into the thick fur on its massive neck and began pulling his head steadily into her.
It was incredible. She was actually beginning to enjoy it as moans of lust bubbled from her lips. Wendy watched, horrified to see the girl's tender upturned buttocks begin to twitch excitedly as the salivating, slobbering beast tongue-fucked her pink little pussy.
Wendy tore her eyes away from the lewd scene for another quick look around her. There was no longer any doubt that the General's cocktail party was rapidly degenerating into an orgy. Many of the women were now stripped to the waist, the perspiration on their naked, golden-fleshed breasts glistening in the darkened room. Ted Bates had undone the top of Lady Tong's dress and was fondling her exposed nipples with one hand while he pillaged her hairless heatedly clasping cunt with the other.
I hope you know what you 're doing, thought Wendy, almost beside herself with worry. If the General sees what you're up to, brother, it's all over....
An excited murmur from the audience brought her attention quickly back to the unnatural ravishment being performed for their entertainment. The lewdly panting gorilla had lifted his slavering face from her quivering young cunt and crawled up further between her legs, his seven-foot body now poised over her menacingly. Still the girl lay spread-eagled and quiet, knowing that the only hope of survival lay in absolute surrender and total submission.
The great ape looked down on her exposed supple body and licked tentatively at her hard high breasts, causing her to squirm again. Then, struck by an evil inspiration, she reached down with trembling hands and gently took hold of the long, hotly pulsating cudgel dangling between his hairy thighs. The aroused animal growled, his shining ivory teeth only inches from her vulnerable throat, but the girl kept her courage up and continued gently stroking his enormous hardness with her agile little hands, at the same time bringing her wide-spread loins up to meet him.
Wendy studied the gorilla's massive red penis, wetly glistening with sexual fluids and the girl's saliva; she shook her head in despair and disbelief. The Kurkurian girl was wasting her time, she told herself. Even with the best will in the world, an object the size of that wildly throbbing shaft simply would not fit up inside any woman's body, particularly not this tiny, slim-figured oriental girl.
Gradually, the great ape seemed to be getting the idea, and he lowered his body and attempted to ram his huge tapered shaft up into her offered cunt, growling with frustration as he missed on the first few tries, and finally letting the young Kurkurian woman assist him. Wendy's eyes widened as she watched the convicted murderess deliberately spread her warmly moistened cuntal lips with one hand while she used the other to guide the sharp red tip of his monstrous animal cock toward the little opening up her vagina.
The General had organized the staging of this lewd spectacle well, and from where Wendy was sitting they could see an inch or so of the hot jabbing penis inserted obscenely into the open, flanges of the girl's trembling cunt. The gorilla's cock seemed to be about three inches in diameter at its thickest point, and Wendy shivered in terror, not wanting to see this woman-no matter what she had done-ripped apart at the seams when the gorilla began seriously fucking into her. Gasping for breath and already wincing with pain, the suffering convict-girl raised her gleaming buttocks even further off the surface of the stage and allowed the ape to have a direct approach to her defenselessly upturned cunt.
The entire audience seemed to be holding its breath as the giant ape finally grasped the idea and jerked forward with lightning speed, almost burying his thick cudgel in the girl's hideously stretched pussy. Wendy could not decide if the woman's high-pitched scream was agony or intense pleasure but there was no time to puzzle over the question. The gorilla began fucking into her in earnest now, jabbing his wetly obscene cock into her as far as it would go, his hairy balls dangling lewdly as he squatted over her prostrate spread-eagled little figure.
The animal was really excited, and low growls of pleasure issued terrifyingly from his throat as he poised over her on all fours, the enormous muscles in his arms flexing and unflexing rhythmically as he thrust time and time again into her tightly clasping pussy.
"What do you think, my little American friend?" asked the General, a heavy mocking tone in his voice. Wendy jumped a little as he spoke, frankly having forgotten about him in her concentration on the violent rape taking place before their eyes.
"It's certainly nothing like anything I've ever seen before," she stammered nervously, not sure just how he expected her to behave.
The irritating twitching sensation in her body was starting up again even though she had taken one of those special pills just before coming to the party. She could feel that the juices in her body were starting to flow, and knew that her panties were already soaking wet with orgiastic fluids seeping from her lust-excited vagina.
Looking down at the front of her flimsy miniskirt, she saw that her nipples were standing up firm and hard, now clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. One of the straps on her dress had slipped off her shoulder, and the garment had settled dangerously low over her lushly ripe breasts, almost revealing her brown swollen nipples.
Tong followed her glance as she huddled against his chest and guessed at what she was thinking.
"You needn't worry about exposing yourself, my dear. Here in Kurkuria, we are very fond of tits and like to see them as often as possible." As he spoke, his hand caressed her shoulder casually, pushing the other strap off to permit her mini to fall even lower. "Unfortunately for a nation of bosom-men, most of our women are very small-breasted. Permit me to say that you have the finest set ever seen in this country, and you should really show them off. With breasts like these you could become Queen of Kurkuria, should our idiot King ever decide to marry."
As he spoke, his hand traveled over her chest and slipped beneath the thin material, cupping both her softly fleshed warm mounds with one huge hand. Wendy felt him expertly undo the zipper at the back, and her body tensed as the dress fell down around her waist.
Her heart was going like a steam engine as she felt herself being undressed like this in public. She assured herself that Tong could hardly do anything more to her here in a crowded room with a group of his own subordinates looking on. She was frightened, but she controlled herself with difficulty. There was a job to be done in Kurkuria, and she had to keep this old lecher happy to do it. She decided to submit to the humiliation of being crudely fondled like this, at least for the time being. But if he went any further, she would have to stop him. She was not going to make herself into a prostitute, no matter how important the mission was. General Tong's eyes were still fixed on the stage as he fondled her nakedly quivering breasts, tickling her tiny nipple-buds until she thought they were going to burst.
A sudden exultant groan from the little Kurkurian woman brought Wendy's attention rapidly back to the stage. The frenzied gorilla was slamming into the frail oriental female with all the jungle violence in his lewd fur-covered body. The girl had plainly been driven out of her mind by the horrible adventure, for her lithe young body was jerking spasmodically with every ferocious thrust.
Her teeth tightly clenched and her lips drawn back in the final stages of ecstasy, the murderess was screaming obscene orders to the dumb animal as if he could understand, encouraging him to fuck her even harder and more violently. The girl was clearly no longer a rational human being, and Wendy wondered if she would ever be normal again after this dreadful experience. The degradation and humiliation of being screwed publicly by the giant ape had reduced her to a screaming, wildly writhing pile of lust-maddened flesh and nothing more.
Wendy could smell the strong feral odor of sweat from the gorilla's over-excited body, and watched the rivers of perspiration roll down over the Kurkurian girl's stomach to mix with the orgiastic fluids being sprayed from her battered cunt.
"My God, he's going to rip her apart!" cried Wendy in terror, as the ape pounded away like a jack-hammer, throwing the girl's body around like a rag doll.
"I don't think so," responded the General calmly, still sensuously caressing her tender nipples with his thick yellow fingers. "We took the precaution of stretching her vagina beforehand with mechanical devices. A woman's hole is a remarkably durable object, capable of far more use than it normally gets." As they spoke, neither of them could tear their eyes from the unnatural coupling on the stage, but the General's hands were still busy with her ripely tempting breasts, kneading them vigorously until her hard brown buds were throbbing with a sensation half-way between pleasure and pain.
Then a movement in the comer of her eye caught her attention and she looked to see if Bates was still trying to charm Lady Tong into revealing any of her husband's secrets. With a shock, she saw that the General's wife was revealing more than secrets. The secret agent's pants were open and the lithe oriental noblewoman was kneeling over him, her hands on his rigidly erect penis. As Wendy watched, Lady Tong suddenly straightened up and put her arms above her as if she were surrendering. Bates responded immediately by gathering up the folds of the white robe she was wearing and pulling it deliberately over her head, leaving her as naked as the girl on the stage.
He's gone out of his mind, thought Wendy in shock. All Tong has to do is turn his head and he'll catch the two of them in the act. A dozen foolish plans raced through her head one after another, and she dismissed them all one by one. There was nothing she could do now but wait and see. Bates had gotten himself into this, and she desperately hoped that he had given some thought to getting himself out.
The girl on the stage began to thrash back and forth wildly, her black coarse hair coming undone and flailing in the air as the animal-his lust-driven energy never ceasing-violently fucked into her with an insane power. The gorilla's great tongue dangled from his open drooling mouth, and huge drops of saliva fell directly onto the young girl's contorted face, but she seemed to be unconscious of this additional degradation.
Suddenly, her lips parted and a long thin scream of delight split the air, and the girl's delicate thighs tried to wind around the animal's hard-driving buttocks.
She was cumming! An electric silence covered the room as the Kurkurian murderess, her firm little breasts nearly popping out of her heaving rib cage, clung to the wild animal, pounding back at him with her loins, her buttocks contracting uncontrollably. She screamed again as her orgasm hit its peak, and Wendy watched with depraved fascination as the orgiastic upheaval started deep in the girl's wildly writhing belly and spread like a tropical thunder storm to all parts of her convulsing young body.
Then a deep growl issued from the ape's furry throat and his eyeballs seemed to protrude from his head. The growl turned to a strange jungle howl as thick white animal semen spurted in massive quantities from the tiny opening in the ape's plunging penis, flooded her wetly clasping, hungering cunt and then overflowed, causing cum-liquid to ooze from her tightly-stretched vaginal passage onto the floor where a pool of sticky warm fluid was rapidly forming.
The ape collapsed atop the spread-eagled girl, the juice of his loins shot out of him, and the strange couple lay on the, stage gasping for breath, soft happy mewls of pleasure emerging from the brutally-fucked girl's open mouth.
"Excellent performance," commented the General calmly. "I am quite satisfied. The girl, naturally will have her freedom...."
But Wendy was staring over Tong's shoulder, not believing her eyes. Unless the shadowy darkness in the room was playing tricks on her, Lady Tong and Bates had been too involved in their own affairs to see the end of the lewd spectacle on the stage. The elegant oriental woman, still naked, was leaning over the reclining American man, her head down between his legs. Wendy shifted her own position to see better and her eyes widened when she observed exactly what was going on.
The General's wife was eagerly sucking his penis! Leaning on the military man's shoulder, she could clearly see Bates' thick hard cock penetrating Lady Tong's sensually ovaled lips, her cheeks billowing in and out energetically as she sucked with all her strength.
The lights should be going on in another minute, thought Wendy in despair, and if the General sees what is happening with his wife, our mission is ruined. The best we could possibly hope for would be expulsion from the country. It would be the end!
The young American girl was thinking fast, despite the fact that Tong's lecherous hands were still lewdly exploring her body as he talked about the performance and the success of his experiment. Suddenly an idea hit her. If she could somehow get him out of the room?
"Oh .,. . good heavens," she murmured, putting her hand to her forehead. "I ... feel a little faint."
"Ah ha, my little experiment was a little strong for your delicate American sensibilities after all!" he boasted proudly. "Can I get you another glass of wine?"
"No...." she answered faintly. "But perhaps there's a bedroom where I could lie down for a minute. I'm sure I'll be all right."
Looking a little perplexed, as if things were not going according to his plan, the General helped her zip up her dress and gave her his arm.
They threaded their way through the couples, all in various stages of undress and some locked in indecent embraces, and Wendy kept a tight grip on his arm to draw his attention to her and prevent him from looking around, hoping he would not think to glance back at Bates.
At the rear of the room there was a staircase which led to a balcony and the General assisted Wendy up, a step at a time.
"My bedroom is at the end of the balcony," he explained. "A few more steps...." Next to the door to his bedroom, he looked suddenly over his shoulder and uttered a violent Kurkurian oath.
"Your husband," he stormed, his yellow malevolent face darkening with rage. "WHAT IS YOUR HUSBAND DOING WITH MY WIFE?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wendy froze, her mind paralyzed with fear. Now they were in for it, she told herself in terror. Why had Bates done it? She had tried to save him but it was stupid to seduce Lady Tong with the General right there in the room. And now?
"So that's your little game," he thundered at her, his voice so deep and harsh it hurt her ears. "You keep my attention distracted while your hubby shoves his cock in my wife's mouth! And I suppose he expects that I'll let him get away with it? Does he realize that I could have him killed, here and now, and no one would ever say a word to me? In Kurkuria, my word is law, no matter what you hear about our idiot king!"
"No, please," Wendy protested. "Don't hurt him. I'm so sorry that it happened .. I don't know what to say but...."
"I bet you don't," raged the angry general. "I wouldn't either if I were in your shoes." He shot one last bitter look out at Bates and Lady Tong who were pursuing their mutual pleasure unaware that they were being observed. Wendy followed the General's eyes and watched the elegant oriental woman work her head methodically up and down over Bates' penis, her lips tightly circled around the throbbingly erect instrument. She shuddered with disgust as she viewed his tough meaty cock disappearing into the woman's delicate mouth, her cheeks billowing in and out with each depraved stroke.
"I'll tell you one thing," spat the General, grinding his teeth with rage, "he's not going to get away with it. What's that expression you have in English? 'Sauce for the goose; sauce for the gander'!"
And with a quick movement of his muscular body, he seized her arm, opened the door to his bedroom and dragged her roughly inside.
"He fucks my wife, the yankee bastard, and I have the right to fuck his wife!" he announced brutally, advancing concentrating on the thin pink ridges of inflamed flesh that pulled out from her grotesquely stretched anus each time he breasts again."
"Don't touch me," she pleaded in terror, having backed up as far as she could go without climbing over the bed.
"Are you going to take off that dress," growled the giant oriental menacingly, "or am I going to have to do it for you?"
Wendy was too frightened to obey, even if she wanted to, and she stood paralyzed into numbness as he swiftly approached her and put his hands on the neckline of her miniskirt. Showing the immense power in his huge body, he ripped the garment off her shoulders with one sharp downward movement of his hand, splitting the dress along the seams and leaving her clad only in a flimsy pair of panties and her high-heeled shoes.
"Ooooo ... have some mercy ... please? Don't. . don't?" Jan pleaded in an unheeded, whimpering voice as Frank her sprawling back on the bed.
There was no escape, and Wendy inched her way fearfully to the farthest end of the mattress as the General began to strip off his uniform. She tried to close her eyes and shut out the sight of him, but it was impossible. The uniform dropped to the floor and he walked nakedly toward her, his powerful yellow body gleaming in the softly lit room.
"I expect you've never been fucked by an oriental before," he mocked her. "When I'm finished with you, you'll want to apply for Kurkurian citizenship."
The General saw the young girl's horrified eyes drop to his thick hard cock jutting out of his groin like the barrel of a machine gun. He smiled a sinister smile and took the heavy uncircumcised pole in his hand and studied it philosophically.
"Rather small compared to my gorilla, I'm afraid," he commented with a conversational tone of voice. "But rather large compared to your husband, no?"
It was true. Even with her limited experience, Wendy knew immediately that Tong's genital equipment was unnaturally big. He was somewhat smaller than the gorilla, but just barely and waves of terror began to sweep over her.
"Stay ... away from me!" she quavered, pulling her legs up under her and trying futilely to shield her ripely tender young breasts. She wanted to speak, to beg him to leave her alone, but the words stuck in her throat as she watched the gigantic naked oriental walking steadily toward her, stroking the hard fleshy instrument he held in his hand. He laughed cynically and cruelly, kneeling at the foot of the bed, and with the same cat-like speed his arm shot out and seized one of her ankles, yanking her towards him and causing her arms and legs to flail out wildly for balance. When she was spread-eagled before him, he hurled himself between her slender white legs, pulling off the flimsy panties like a man brushing away an annoying spider web and-except for her high heels-leaving her as naked as he. She could hear him panting below her, his enormous yellow body stretched out on the bed pinning her to the mattress like a butterfly.
Then, with another lightning movement, he buried his evil grinning face in the tempting "V" up between her sleek inner thighs, tantalizing blonde thatch of pubic hair with his sinewy fingers and shooting his long snake-like tongue into the moistly cringing slit of her vagina.
The murderous general raised his head after a minute to grin at her mockingly as she moaned, feeling an agonizing sense of abject humiliation. He was tormenting the most intimate part of a woman's body, and she was utterly helpless and exposed, her legs spread far apart while he lurked between her thighs like a starving savage beast. She gave him one last beseeching look and then dropped her head down on the pillow, the pink burning flesh of her defenselessly quivering vagina presented to him like some pagan sacrifice. A low disturbing chuckle rumbled in his throat, as Tong lowered his slavering face once more onto the succulent target.
His meaty hands roamed over the soft delicate flanges of her cunt, drawing them slowly and tortuously apart and exposing the pinkly sensitive lips. Then, with a snarl, he thrust his tongue forward again, this time penetrating her deeply and lashing the warm pulsating interior of her pussy until she thought she would scream.
The young girl jerked and convulsed as she made useless efforts to escape from this depraved assault, but every movement of her body seemed to open her up even further to him.
"Aaaaghghhh!!" she groaned, "Don't! You can t.
Wendy could hardly believe the evidence of her eyes as she watched the giant man burrow into her like a rodent. Never in her life had she ever felt so degraded, humiliated, so completely used as she was in this moment, and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as his tongue stabbed in and out of her helplessly throbbing cunt.
What made it all worse was the fact that the lewd invasion of her genitals was sending tiny little spurts of sensual pleasure up her backbone, and she did not want this horrid beast to bring her any joy. Pain, yes, pain she was prepared to accept, but there was no way of fighting off pleasure and the lushly supple young woman sobbed in frustration.
Never for a moment letting up on the brutal sucking of her wildly-pulsating cunt, the General's long ape-like arms began sliding up over her stomach towards what he had earlier called "the best set of tits in Kurkuria." As his hot mouth wetly slobbered into her clasping cunt, his fingers began to torment her hardening nipples, digging fiercely into the tender flesh of her breasts. All the time he continued to watch her face with cunning amusement, and she could look down between the twin peaks of her bruised breasts, across the flat plain of her stomach and through the triangle of sparse blonde pussy hair and see his lecherous oriental eyes heatedly gleaming up at her while he munched on her cunt like an animal. He was waiting, and she knew what he was waiting for. She could fight him for awhile. She would resist as long as she could, but the end was clearly in sight. Her surrender would have to come eventually, and she could already feel the familiar tingling feeling of hot desire building up in her loins.
Tears of shame welled up in her eyes. Why were women so weak? She did not want to surrender herself to this depraved man. Why had Bates thrown her into this position?
Tong was now filling the room with wet sucking sounds, and each new probe of his moistly searing tongue filled her with growing anguish and degradation. Never had she felt so unprotected and so helpless. Oh Christ, would he never stop?
The General watched her tears with a sense of deep satisfaction. By humiliating this one girl, he felt that he was humiliating all of America. Oh, he had seen them before, all his life, the proud, rich young Americans tramping happily around the Orient as if the world belonged to them alone. He remembered the Peace Corps girls who had given him stem lectures on health and sanitation for his army, and the cold insolent people who had come from Washington to try to break up the profitable opium trade on which his family had grown rich for centuries. The Yankees would laugh out of the other side of their mouths when they saw Chinese H-bombs filled with Kurkurian Uranium falling from the skies! God, how he hated them!
And he would have his revenge. Today, this big-titted little cunt who was whimpering and writhing beneath him, and tomorrow. ... tomorrow, power and riches, more than any other Tong in the history of a rich and powerful family.
And in the meantime, there was Wendy! Laughing evilly, his hands retreated from her tumultuously heaving breasts and crept under her firm buttocks. He lifted, exercising his fantastic strength, and opened her crotch even further as her legs sprayed out helplessly on either side. There, within easy reach of his long wet tongue, was the tightly puckered little hole of her anus.
Yankee women were ashamed of their assholes, he remembered, and hardly ever used them in love-making. This one had obviously never been penetrated. A little later he would teach her an old Kurkurian game, but for now a few licks would do the trick. His hot searing tongue lashed out again, invading the sensitive rubbery opening and bringing a new cry of anguish from her tortured mouth.
"Not there!" Wendy screamed as he attacked her rectum and she struggled desperately to screw her buttocks together and drive him away. But the General's strong hands, held her tensely flexed buttocks spread wide apart, and he stabbed again and again into the tight elastic circle of puckered flesh.
Another pitiful moan broke from her lips, and Wendy could feel the inexorable fire building in her loins, the same tortuous burning sensation she had experienced early this afternoon, but now far stronger. Her drug-ridden body was starting to betray her!
She sobbed despairingly, knowing that her resistance was failing. Soon he would drive her beyond the point of no return, and she would be reduced again to a whimpering, trembling mass of sex-maddened flesh.
The crafty oriental general, veteran of many victorious campaigns of this kind, sensed that the battle was going steadily his way as her over-stimulated body began to rotate in time with the lashing of his agile tongue. He could see her hands tightly clasping at the sheets, and the moans escaping from her lips were gender and lower, more like purrs or mewls of pleasure.
She's all yours, he gloated. In another few minutes, she will be totally enslaved by her own passions, and you can do anything you want to her.
Her hands suddenly found their way to his head, and she wound her fingers into his thick black hair, trying to press his face further into her groin.
All right, she thought. If it's going to be degradation, let's do it right! Degrade me all the way, pull me down into the slime and the mud. Humiliate me as much as you can! And right now, I'll love every second of it.
Her shamelessly aroused young body squirmed and wiggled as his long wet tongue snaked into her further than she would have ever believed possible. Then the lashing unexpectedly stopped, and her pulsating hungry cunt felt suddenly empty. The General rose to his hands and knees and crawled over her, his big cock aimed at the hollow pit of her belly like a piece of heavy artillery.
"In Kurkuria, women compete for the honor of being fucked by the Commanding General," he informed her proudly. "This will be something to tell your grandchildren about! If you live long enough...."
With this, he bent quickly and bit her left breast, cruelly digging his teeth into the softness of her bosom, wanting to hear her cry out with pain. She tried to roll away from him, but he was nakedly kneeling between her wide-spread legs and she was pinned to the bed. The twitching sensation inside her body was reaching its peak as his lips lewdly traveled the length of her torso, nearly driving her mad. Her hips and buttocks were on fire and rotating wildly beneath him.
Wendy fought inside of her drug-dazed head to keep her sanity. He was going to rape her, and there was nothing which could be done about that now, but she must not commit that final degrading act of surrender that she knew he wanted. No matter what he did to her, there must always be some part of her which she denied to him.
"Open up!" he commanded cruelly, and she obediently swung her firm young thighs even further apart, trembling with fear and anticipation. As the moment of truth approached, his hard, massively throbbing cock became bigger and bigger in her eyes until it seemed impossible for any normal woman to accept it into her body. She remembered the fact that the Kurkurian woman who had performed a few minutes before had been specially stretched before her ordeal so that her vagina would be large enough to take the gorilla's oversized penis.
Wendy, on the other hand, had made love precisely three times in her entire life, and her tingling, almost virginal cunt was still tiny and contracted. This vile beast would surely rip her to pieces!
Her eyes opened wide with fear as the giant-like military man raised himself on his hands and knees, poised over her nakedly struggling body and looked down at his latest conquest with lascivious satisfaction. Then one big hairy hand crept down between their bodies and he took his thick cudgel between his fingers, steering the huge rubbery head into the sparse clump of blonde pussy hair which shielded the entrance to the moist interior of her body. Wendy considered resistance for the last time and then, seeing that further struggle was useless, threw her head to one side, closed her eyes and willed her body to go limp.
A shudder ran through her tortured system as she felt the first hot contact between his massive, aggressively pulsating penis and her tender young pussy, as if an electrical connection was being made. The wildly exciting sensation was generated down in the ragged lips of her fleshy cunt which raced up her arched spinal column to the back of her neck. Not daring to breathe or move a muscle, she lay submissively beneath him, waiting for the torment to begin.
"Ooooohhhh!" she gasped loudly as the lust-swollen head of his gargantuan cock pushed through the fleece covered lips of her vagina and pressed firmly against the little elastic opening to her cringing cunt. The pink contracted ring of her tightly-closed pussy resisted the assault as long as possible, all the muscles in her loins tightening in a desperate effort to repel the invasion, but there was no question of keeping him out forever; he was too strong! With a cruel leering grin, the Kurkurian thrust forward powerfully, ripping through her last line of resistance and lodging the hotly throbbing head of his meaty cock just inside the widely-stretched entrance to her vagina.
"Aaagghh," she groaned in agony as the cringing Ups of her pussy were stretched right up to their absolute limits. Her eyes popped open as the sudden pain raced through her defenseless young body and she saw his yellow merciless face above her, a sadistic smile on his thick oriental lips. He's enjoying this, she realized with terror. Just possessing me sexually isn't enough. He wants to hurt me, make me suffer, humiliate me!
"Like it, little American Lady?" he inquired sarcastically. "If my cock is not big enough for you we can always bring the gorilla in to give you a work-over. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Her only response to this cruel mockery was another piteous moan as he thrust into her another two inches, ravaging the thin membranes of her tortured cunt. Her whimpered cries for mercy only excited him more, and he rocked his muscular body from side to side, trying to widen the passage he had already created and preparing to explore even further down this moistly dark cavern. Wendy felt his heavy hair-covered balls tickling her smooth inner thighs, and as he executed this lascivious maneuver she spread her trembling legs even further apart in an effort to avoid the lewdly hot contact.
Feeling her change position, Tong doubled his legs under him, lifted her buttocks completely off the mattress so that her thighs splayed aimlessly off into the air, and thrust himself forward for the final push.
"Aaaiighhh!!" Her scream of agony split the air as his mammoth invading cudgel roared into her tight little cunt like a run away express train steaming into a tunnel, brutally pushing the wetly sensitive walls of her tortured vagina aside and stretching the frail tissues of her abdomen almost beyond repair. In and in he came until she thought his pulsating hotness would never stop filling her, and a maddening combination of agony and joy surged through her writhing young body like some weird oriental magic. The impalement went on and on until the rubbery tip of his rigidly thick penis slammed against her sensitive cervix and stopped, incapable of going any further.
Wendy felt as if a huge stump of a tree had been violently rammed up inside of her body. Her stomach was distended and protruding where his monstrous shaft filled her, and her vagina felt as if it had been brutally ripped beyond healing. Somehow his giant, pulsating penis now seemed to be part of her body, and she lay as still as possible knowing that any movement on her part would only increase the agony. The terrifying oriental general gazed down at her, and his deep voice seemed to come to her from a great height.
"There, now we've done it, and I didn't split you open after all." He grinned at her lewdly, flexing his cock to torment her further. "Which is very fortunate for both of us. Some of my younger girls have not been so fortunate and it rather spoils the evening for me when a girl bleeds to death just as I am cumming into her. I really am very sensitive about these things, no matter what people say about my being hard-hearted."
A sob was her only response to this depraved lecture.
"Your little cunt is plenty big enough," he assured her crudely. "It just needed to be stretched out a little bit," he jeered, beginning a series of long slow strokes, moving in and out of her helpless body like the drive rod on a locomotive. Wendy clenched her eyes shut tightly, trying to keep him out of her mind, even if she had been unsuccessful in preventing him from entering her body. She knew that if she surrendered that last portion of her mind that she would never be quite the same again; some little part of her would be destroyed forever.
As it was, she suddenly realized, she was really nothing more than a whore, a whore in the government service, a woman paid to use her body, a sexual puppet with strings going all the way back to Washington. All right, she told herself, an abrupt passionate anger building up inside of her. If they wanted a fucking whore, they would get a fucking whore!! There was no longer any reason to hold back. She would give the General a ride he would remember for the rest of his life, and maybe the lecherous old bastard would die of a heart attack, and they could give her a medal back in Washington for fucking above and beyond the call of duty.
The familiar burning tingling sensation inside her loins had been stimulated again by Tong's brutal penetration, and the pain in her cunt was gradually easing as the walls of her cruelly-stretched vagina began to secrete the natural lubricating fluids in an effort to accommodate him. Her tightly narrow passage seemed to widen a little, as he surged smoothly into her, and she grunted each time his long hard cock pistoned into the cul-de-sac of her battered vagina.
Slowly Wendy could feel her last reserves of resistance fading despite her resolutions of a moment before. She had intended to let him do his dirty little thing between her legs because she had no choice, and then walk away with some cold biting remark. But instead, her drugged body was beginning to betray her and the steady rhythm of Tong's cock was infectious, sending thrill after thrill tingling up her spine as he skillfully slammed into her. Then, before she knew what was happening or could try to prevent it, her tortured over-stimulated body simply caught fire. The grunts flowing from her mouth turned into moans of something like pleasure and finally into tiny bird-like cries of rippling ecstasy. Her voluptuous young body was crushed into his, and her hot little tongue went snaking into his wet mouth with abandon. Her normally-beautiful face was contorted with pure animal lust, her nostrils flared, the veins in her throat standing out boldly like cords, and her skin covered with a light layer of sweet-smelling sweat.
Tong shifted his position, realizing that the American girl was finally submitting to him completely, and slipped his hands beneath the half-moons of her straining buttocks, his harsh fingers digging into the softly malleable flesh.
Ruthlessly tearing at her tender skin with his fingernails, he pulled her smooth buttocks as far apart as possible, and Wendy raised her legs and tightly wrapped them around the oriental's muscular back, thus opening her flowering cunt even wider and permitting him to plunge into her to greater and greater depths.
The pain had completely disappeared now, replaced with an inflamed all-consuming hungering sensation which filled her abdomen. She tried to concentrate on her mission, Ted Bates, the cottage in Virginia, anything, but her dazed, drugged mind refused to function; depraved animalistic thoughts filled her head and could not be driven away. Her hips again began to grind inexorably into the mattress, rotating around the driving piston which was slamming powerfully into her hot, wantonly aroused pussy.
Tong pulled at her buttocks for leverage as he fucked savagely into her, his fingers slipping further and further into the warm cleavage between her shapely half-moons until the big finger on one hand accidentally brushed over the unprotected little elastic circle of her anus.
The thought of this additional degradation appealed to his perverted oriental mind, and he deliberately tickled it a second time, enjoying the jerking reaction it stimulated in her lust-wracked young body.
"Oooooohhhh," Wendy crooned as he wormed his outstretched middle finger past the tightly puckered entrance and began digging into her defenseless rectum. He expected her to protest, but there was no resistance left in her anywhere, and the cruel oriental general was not even sure she was totally aware of what was happening to her.
Working his finger around inside of her, he stretched the unused rubbery opening until it was wide enough to admit a second finger into the softly warm depths of her bowels. All the while he studied her face, looking for some reaction to this lewd mistreatment.
There was none! She was already in a sexual delirium of pure sensation, out of her head. Unaware that this victory had been guaranteed for him in advance by the fast-acting drug provided by the medical men in Washington, Tong watched in amazement as her lithe young body shot completely out of control. Her arms and legs thrashed insanely around on the mattress and she chanted a strange English word, "fuckme, fuckme, fuckme," which he did not understand.
He had never seen a woman react like this to his love-making before, and the scene stimulated him to greater and greater efforts as the voluptuous American girl squealed in total abandon and submission beneath him.
The double ravishment of her loins seemed to have pushed her even closer to her orgasm, and Tong quickened his rhythm, shoving his hotly pulsating cock into her as far as it would go while he probed inside the buttery warmness of her rectum with his fingers.
Her madly trembling legs climbed up higher and higher on his back, opening up the entire plane of her loins to the full force of his pile-driving thrusts. The magnificent ripely firm breasts he had admitted earlier in the evening were quivering back and forth on her heaving rib cage, her nipples now as hard as rocks as they brushed across his chest.
Feeling her spasm begin, Tong yanked his fingers out of her rectum with a lewd popping sound and braced himself for the final moment.
"I'm cumming. . I'm cumming!" Wendy suddenly shrieked in English. Tong did not understand the words, but he knew the scream well enough and re-doubled his efforts as he felt her body jerk spasmodically up at him. The wetly throbbing lips of her cunt clamped tightly down on the penis embedded deep inside her, and the additional pressure was too much for Tong. He groaned an old Kurkurian oath, and the wetly heated white sperm shot out of the ballooning tip of his huge jerking cock deep up into her waiting belly, flooding her with thick hot cum until it overflowed past his wildly-ejaculating penis and ran down the smooth upturned cheeks of her ass to drip obscenely on the mattress.
Then the young girl's body went limp, although she continued to gasp for breath. Her eyes were closed, but not tightly, as he spurted the last few drops of his hot cum into her battered and bruised body. He looked down at her with new respect, feeling that he had discovered, like Columbus, a new America. He had intended to go with this brutal sport and force her next to take his cock in her mouth but, unfortunately, she seemed to be unconscious.
You can fuck a sleeping woman, he reminded himself with dark humor, but you can't get her to suck you off unless she is at least conscious.
The General shrugged and reached for the opium pipe by the side of the bed. Well, he'd had enough for one night anyway. At his age, it didn't do to put too much strain on the heart, and this American girl had given him quite a ride for his money.
Slipping his slowly deflating cock out of her body, he covered her with a sheet and lighted the opium pipe, pulling the sleep-inducing smoke deep into his lungs. In the morning, when she came to, they could play some more games. He wanted to see if he could get his cock up her tight little ass and, naturally, he was anxious to make use of that luscious mouth of hers.
Making himself comfortable on the bed and dragging deeply on the pipe, Tong wondered how his wife was making out with Ted Bates. The American looked reasonably strong and virile, and he imagined that the two of them were enjoying themselves. He would have to ask Lady Tong if the Yankee knew any new-fangled tricks.
Funny couple, these Americans, he thought hazily as the opium began to take effect. The husband had been ready to swap as soon as Tong had hinted at it, but Bates had insisted that they go through this little game of his pretending to be angry and dragging her off into the bedroom.
Strange people, these Americans, he thought vaguely and then sleep claimed him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wendy allowed her breathing to slow down naturally as if she were gradually drifting into a deep sleep. The sweet pungent odor of opium drifted over from General Tong's pipe, and she guessed that he, himself, was addicted to the vicious drug his family had traded in for centuries. The ravished young girl lay perfectly still, feeling the mattress rock back and forth as the big oriental made himself comfortable for the night, pulled the sheet over both of them, and turned out the light, all the while continuing to puff contentedly on his opium pipe in the moonlit room.
She waited, her mind still dazed and drifting, trying not to think about what had just happened. There would be time later to think, she told herself. Now she concentrated on holding on to her sanity and planning her escape.
About twenty minutes later she heard Tong sigh as if he were already on the verge of deep sleep, and the opium pipe clattered against the floor. The temptation to bolt from the bed and flee was almost overpowering, but she controlled her nerves and forced herself to wait until this dangerous man was thoroughly unconscious. One false move could wreck everything now.
The opportunity to explore Tong's bedroom was too good to be missed, and if he awoke and caught her, she could always plausibly claim that she had been looking for the bathroom. But it was a good half-hour after the General had turned off the lights before she dared even open her eyes. Moving her head cautiously, she saw that Tong was lying on his side, his back to her, and snoring slightly, which indicated that the opium had plunged him into a deep long-lasting sleep. Moving one leg at a time, the frightened girl eased her naked body out from under the sheet and located the floor with her toes.
She was unsteady on her feet as she stood beside the bed, and she realized what a terrific pummeling her tortured body had absorbed. No wonder she felt dizzy.
The moon was very bright and illuminated the entire room as she gave it a brief visual inspection. Besides Tong's big bed there were several chests of drawers carved with bizarre oriental designs, some wicker chairs, and a big messy desk beneath a large colorful painting of the Kurkurian countryside.
Wendy tip-toed to the desk and looked through Tong's papers, glancing rapidly through the stacks of documents to see if she could find anything of interest. There were several stacks of papers before her, all hand-written in Tong's careless rapid script and Wendy realized that she could not sit there indefinitely and translate his correspondence into English.
At some point in the night he would surely awaken, and then the game would really be over.
Desperately wondering what to do, her eyes roamed around the room until her glance fell upon her purse, lying forgotten at the foot of the bed. An idea suddenly shot through her head. The Camera!
Still naked, she unzipped the purse and extracted the cigarette lighter. If he awoke at any point while she hovered over his desk, she could simply say that she was hunting for a cigarette and show him the lighter as a convincing proof. Normally, the available light would be inadequate for photography, but the specially designed camera/cigarette lighter was adaptable for work under the worst conditions.
One by one, she focused on the papers before her and silently took a photograph of each, turning the head of the cigarette lighter to advance the microfilm for each frame.
As she finished with the last of the papers, General Tong turned and groaned in his restless sleep, nearly scaring her out of her mind. He could awaken at any minute, she told herself and she had taken enough punishment and run enough risks for one evening.
As she opened her purse to replace the sixteen millimeter camera, Wendy's eyes fell on the tiny make-up kit, in reality a three-shot pistol, and the idea of killing General Tong floated into her mind. If ever a man deserved to die it was this one, and she could place the pistol to his head and blow his brains out, the way they taught her during her training in Virginia. It would also bring a rapid end to their mission, since the danger would be over as soon as Tong was sent off to join Buddha in heaven.
Her fingers toyed with the make-up kit for a long moment before she pushed it back down to the bottom of the purse. She could not shoot a man in cold blood, even Tong, and besides the noise of gunfire would surely bring his fellow generals in on the run from the next room.
Her dress was in ruins, tom to shreds, and her panties were in the same condition. She disliked the idea of being discovered running stark naked through the halls of the oldest hotel in the Orient, so she stole a large towel from the bathroom and fashioned an abbreviated sarong which covered most of her essential points.
On the other side of the bathroom, she found there was a second door leading into an unoccupied sitting room from which she made her way to the hall without having to pass through the large room where they had watched Tong's experiment with the gorilla.
It was three o'clock when she entered the chamber she was sharing with Ted Bates, but the secret agent was nowhere to be seen. Wendy spilled the contents of her purse out on the bed, realizing that she still had a long night's work ahead of her.
After double-checking the lock on the door, she fed the exposed film into a barely visible slit on the top of the cigarette case and then waited the required three minutes for the development process to take place. When the film was complete, she withdrew it carefully and hung it up to dry.
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and Wendy tucked the large bath towel more securely under her arms, wishing she had thought to get dressed before Bates returned.
"Wendy?" The secret agent's voice came whispering across the room. She was still violently angry at him for his betrayal of earlier that evening and she turned her head away abruptly as he came through the door, his hair mussed and his clothing in disarray.
"Don't you touch...." she began through gritted teeth as she felt his hands on her shoulders.
"The microphones!" he hissed in her ear. She nodded to show that she understood and held the negatives up to the light to see if they were dry. Ted went past her and turned on both faucets in the tubs, which would successfully foil the electronic listening devices in the room. Then he took the negatives. "What are they?" he asked.
"Papers on Tong's desk. After he raped me, he fell asleep and I did a little work," she told him bitterly, keeping her voice as low as possible.
"Wendy," his voice sounded apologetic. "Are you all right?" His hand returned to her shoulder as she suddenly remembered their love-making of that afternoon. "Did he hurt you?"
"What do you care?" she retorted angrily. "I don't think you were worrying about me while you were letting his wife do those ... those unspeakable things to you!"
"Now listen to me," he snapped, turning her head around to face him, his voice hard and severe. "What you and I did tonight, all of it, we did because we had to. There was no choice, no option. Nobody ever told you this was anything but dirty pool from the word go. It's a damn rough business and you have to be tough to survive. So you got fucked! Big deal! If Tong gets away with what he's trying to do, millions of people could die and this pretty little country could go right down the drain! So forget about your sore cunt and concentrate on the job! What do those pictures look like?"
"Pretty clear," she whispered back, a little humbled by his violent response. Of course he was right. She was letting her feelings interfere with her work again, something she had always vowed not to do.
"Get 'em in the camera and let's have a look," he ordered briskly.
Wendy's hands were shaking slightly, but she managed to slip the tiny strip of dry film back into the cigarette lighter, point it towards a blank section of wall and switch on a small but powerful bulb in the base of the precision instrument, projecting the micro-film onto the wall.
"Your Kurkurian's better than mine. "I'll handle this gismo and you can scan the frames to see what we can find out."
"Right," answered Wendy obediently, moving closer to the wall. "By the way, did you get anything out of Lady Tong? Other than what I saw you getting, I mean."
Bates ignored her sarcasm. "Not too much," he answered. "There's a terrible antagonism between the King and the General and she said that she wished they could see eye to eye because neither one of them is powerful enough to run the country without the other's cooperation. Oh yeah, she invited us to a reception to be held at Tong's estate tomorrow evening. The King is coming and she said she hoped that the two of them could come to some kind of agreement. I'll tell you the rest in the morning. Now let's get these documents reviewed and then grab some sack-time."
"Okay," she agreed as he flashed the first frame. "This is a set of orders, nothing interesting. . a letter to another general about improving training ... an order for some weapons for the Army...." The night was warm and the two agents sweated through an hour's worth of the kinds of documents one would find on the desk of any general in the world.
Then, about four o'clock, she stopped him. "Wait! This seems to be a personal letter, dated two days ago ... let me read it."
"Everything is set," she translated. "The idiot has accepted my invitation, and I have been able to reach a firm agreement with our friends from the North. They are ready to pay hard Yankee dollars for all the rocks we can send them. Speaking of Yankees, an American couple is due in on tomorrow's plane, and they will be staying here at the hotel. I think I have a use for them if they can be persuaded to come. Make sure everything is ready because we will be moving shortly...." The note was signed by Tong and dated, but apparently he had not sent it for some reason.
"I wonder who 'the idiot' is," reflected Bates thoughtfully. "The rest of it is pretty clear."
"I know, I know," replied Wendy excitedly. "Several times while we were in his room he referred to the King as an idiot. It must be the codeword for Rau-ong!"
"Then everything makes sense," explained Bates with his usual clam intensity. "The King has accepted Tong's invitation for tomorrow night, something we already knew from Lady Tong. The General probably plans to bump him off and use us in some way as cover. God only knows what he has in mind. The rocks, naturally, are uranium and 'our friends from the North' are the Chinese Communists."
"Oh Ted, what can we do?" Wendy asked, putting her hand on his arm and forgetting her anger toward him.
"For the moment, we sleep. Whatever else happens, we'll have to be wide awake tomorrow, and who knows when we'll see our beds again."
"But how can we warn the King?" Wendy protested. "Shouldn't we make a run for the palace now?"
"No way," the agent insisted firmly. "Tong's men are certainly having us watched. One step outside the hotel and they would have us cold."
CHAPTER NINE
It was like following the trail of a snake. Moving rapidly, the black limousine wound its way along the twisty dirt road through luxurious green jungle, and Wendy wondered how the soldier who was driving managed to keep the big car from flying off into the bushes.
"I could never find my way out of here again," she remarked casually to Bates and the two of them exchanged a worried glance, knowing that, in fact, they just might not get back out at all.
To maintain good security, they had to assume that the driver could understand English, thus genuine conversation between them was impossible. Unable to think of anything much to say, Wendy contented herself with leaning against Ted's shoulder and staring out the window. The evening was exceptionally warm, and Wendy was glad that Bates had bought her the sarong, even though she did feel strange without undergarments. The clever oriental dress left her back and shoulders completely exposed, as well as one leg, and she was enjoying the erotic sensation she experienced as her unharnessed nipples moved freely under the silken material.
They had slept until late in the morning, and Wendy had arisen feeling somewhat sore from the pummeling Tong had given her the night before, but otherwise she was in good shape. Just before leaving, she had taken two more of her special pills to keep her strength up for whatever lay ahead of them.
After two hours of winding through the jungle roads, the limousine began climbing to the high flat plateau where the Tong family estate was located. The driver parked the car next to a series of other limousines, and Lady Tong appeared to greet them as Wendy stepped down. The young American girl was not sure precisely how to treat the General's wife after all that had happened the night before, and she still completely failed to understand how this delicate refined woman managed to stay with her horrid husband, following him willingly into his filthy orgies and debaucheries. She just seemed too good for that kind of thing.
But Lady Tong was her usual charming self, and neither woman made any direct reference to the events of the previous evening, the three of them chatting cheerfully as they walked up the long sweeping lawns to a garden where the party was already in progress.
"I told King Rau-ong that you would be coming," Lady Tong mentioned casually. "And he's very anxious to meet both of you."
Wendy's eyes scanned the guests talking and drinking on the lawn, seeing some of the same people who had been invited to the orgy the night before. The General himself waved at her gaily from behind the bar where he was mixing drinks for his friends.
"There's the King!" pointed out their hostess, nodding towards a group of guests, most of them women, who were surrounding a short slender man in his middle thirties.
King Rau-ong was a handsome ruler, Wendy observed, and he spoke with calm well educated Kurkurian. Mr. and Mrs. Bates joined the circle around him and the young monarch broke off his conversation immediately, shook hands with Ted, and kissed Wendy's hand with elegant oriental manners.
Somehow, as they chatted, Wendy found herself imagining what he would be like in bed, although the fact that she could think such an intimate thought rather shocked her. Everything is so sexual here in Kurkuria, she pondered. I'll be a nymphomaniac before we leave. If we leave!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of General Tong, casting a long shadow before him in the late evening sun. He was flanked by two soldiers carrying trays of drinks, and Wendy noticed that there seemed to be soldiers everywhere. Doesn't die King realize that he's in danger here? she asked herself. He must know that Tong hates him.
"Here, here, I cannot allow my guests to conduct serious conversations without benefit of something to quench their thirsts," he boomed, directing the two soldiers to distribute the rice wine to his guests. "I know that His Majesty is fond of my wine, because I remember the day not too many years ago when a certain young crown prince drank too much of it at a party of mine and became quite tipsy."
"Ah, those were the days, my dear General," the King answered smoothly, not reacting to the rudeness of this remark. "But unfortunately as King, I now must always remain sober!"
"And what is the topic of this sober conversation?" asked Tong carelessly, giving Wendy a lewd wink, as if they shared some kind of sensual secret.
"I was describing the success of our new educational program," responded the monarch seriously. "Kurkuria is rapidly becoming the best educated nation on the Asian mainland, you know. Already over fifty percent of our people are literate and I foresee a day when...."
"I foresee a day when all this educational madness blows up in your face," interrupted the General rudely. "You get these peasants educated, and they'll become unhappy and discontented. You'll have riots and sit-ins and hippies in Kurkuria, the way they do in America. Your father understood this perfectly well and always let well enough alone!"
Bates and Wendy could see that Tong's insolence was irritating the King, but everyone knew that Rau-ong's father and the General had been as thick as thieves (which both of them really were), and that Tong could do and say things which the others could not.
"Ah, but this is the twentieth century, General," objected the King. "Kurkuria needs doctors, scientists, engineers and teachers. The days of the happy stupid peasant in his rice paddy are gone forever. What we need are well educated active citizens who...."
"Who will promptly decide they don't need a King to rule them and throw you out," rejoined the General, taking another swig of his own rice wine. "You are a dreamer, Your Majesty. Such things will never come to pass in Kurkuria, and the world belongs to the strong, not the well educated!"
"My God, they hate each other," Wendy whispered to Bates, taking his arm nervously.
"Sure looks like it," the secret agent replied. "I don't think we have much time to lose. As soon as you can get Rau-ong alone, tell him that his life is in danger, and he must leave immediately. Don't let him know who we are or anything else. Got it?"
"Right!" she breathed. Up near the mansion, a bell had sounded and soldiers were spreading a magnificent buffet for the guests. With a lady on each arm, Tong led the procession to the tables, and for a fraction of a second, Rau-ong was left alone. Wendy moved quickly up beside him and took his arm, hoping that no one was observing them.
"Your Majesty," she began hesitantly.
"Please call me Rau-ong" he replied pleasantly. "I've been trying for years to get people to stop calling me 'Your Majesty'. It's not modem and I want to be a very up-to-date king."
"Yes, of course," she stammered, thrown a little off-balance by this reply. "I want to tell you that your life is in danger!"
"Oh really?" he replied calmly, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "From whom?"
"General Tong!" Both Wendy and Rau-ong had now stopped moving towards the banquet table. The King took her arm and they began leisurely walking in a different direction.
"The Glorious Commander of our even more Glorious Armed Forces has a particularly dirty mind, as you may have discovered, and if he sees me deep in conversation with such a beautiful lady as you, he will presumably jump to the wrong conclusions. Or so let us hope, anyway. Now, what makes you think that Tong is planning to do me harm?"
"I ... I can't tell you," stammered the frightened American girl, remembering Bates' instructions. "But you must believe me. I think General Tong may be planning to do something to you tonight. You must take action."
Rau-ong studied her for a long moment, his eyes passing warmly over her lushly voluptuous figure, poorly hidden by the delicate sarong she was wearing. She seemed sincere and intelligent and she was obviously frightened herself. Should he believe her?
"Let us walk a little further," he announced. "General Tong has the most famous collection of flowers in the orient in this garden!".
"Don't you understand," Wendy hissed at him in a whisper. "He may try to kill you tonight!"
"Of course, of course," the King patted her arm reassuringly. "I have been watching the good General Tong for many years now. It was always obvious to me that Kurkuria was not big enough for both of us. It was merely a question of time before it became obvious to him."
"Then why don't you do something?" demanded Wendy impatiently. "You could order him arrested!"
"Let me tell you a little Kurkurian history," the King responded with the same curiously calm tone of voice. "During the Second World War, when my late, but largely unlamented father was the king and I was school boy, General Tong led a ridiculous rag-tag army of Kurkurians against a much larger and better armed force of Japanese who intended to occupy our country. Whatever you may think of him, he is an outstanding general, as the Japanese learned to their unhappiness. When he successfully fought off the invasion, he became a very popular hero in this country, and the Army absolutely adores him. If the General makes the first move, I can retaliate, but I don't have the popular support to do what you suggest, particularly since I have no real evidence against him. And the word of a very beautiful American lady may convince me, but it will carry no weight with my countrymen."
The two had wandered down a garden path, well out of sight of the other guests. Wendy could think of nothing else to say. She had been ordered to warn him, and she had done so. He was apparently not going to take her advice. She was trying to think of some more convincing argument when they heard the soldiers coming.
"Halt!" The brusque command came from a young Kurkurian lieutenant, backed by a squad of soldiers. Their rifles were trained on the couple.
"We are halted," responded Rau-ong mildly. "Are you aware of the penalty for bringing a loaded weapon into the presence of the King?" The lieutenant avoided Rau-ong's eyes, and pointed with his rifle up another path leading to the back of the large mansion.
"It seems we are offered no choice," the King commented philosophically. "Mrs. Bates, will you take my arm?"
"What are you going to do?" whispered Wendy as they moved up the path with the soldiers behind them.
"Nothing for the moment," Rau-ong replied. "They seem to have all the guns. I will make every effort to save your life, and I do apologize for not having taken your advice a few minutes earlier."
"There will be no talking!" rumbled the lieutenant behind them. "The General's orders!"
In a few minutes, they reached the rear of the mansion, and a soldier sprang ahead of them to open a door leading to a staircase. The light was very dim and Wendy clutched Rau-ong's arm as they descended, her fears increasing with every step.
"Ah, our last guests," cried the General with mock-friendliness as the doors were opened to admit them into a large basement room. Everyone of importance was there. Bates, his face white and his arms tied behind his back, was standing in one comer.
Wendy tried to gather some information from his face, but he stared at her blankly and impassively. Lady Tong was surrounded by a small group of female attendants and was looking cool and self-assured. There were two or three other generals in the room and a number of lesser officers, all of them holding guns. Through an archway, Wendy could see a mob of soldiers in a second gallery, wearing battle-dress with fatigues, bayonets, and ammunition belts.
"I had planned this little entertainment for later in the evening, Your Majesty," exclaimed the mammoth general with crudely-pretended respect. "But when you began wandering off with our prize guest here, I thought you might be planning to deprive us of your company. Or were you merely planning to give her a royal screwing? Ah well, we shall never know, and after tonight, we shall not care!"
"Why don't you cut the theatrics, Tong, and do whatever you're going to do!" snapped Rau-ong, showing his anger for the first time.
"Ah, harsh words, Your Majesty, and unjust words as well," he proclaimed, obviously enjoying prolonging the agony for everyone.
"I shall do nothing," he continued. "But let me tell you what other people are going to do. All of the notables at the party upstairs saw you disappear down the garden path with the wife of the American spy here...." and he gestured at Bates, using his rifle as if it were a pointer. "Now the Yankee spy has come all this way to assassinate the good king Rau-ong so that the Americans can get their filthy imperialistic hands on all his precious uranium. When my soldiers hear gun fire in the garden, they will rush to your aid, realizing that this luscious young thing has lured you into a trap. They will find Mr. Bates standing over your body with a smoking American pistol. Our guests will look on in horror as my loyal guards, temporarily crazed by their grief at your death, open fire and kill the murderous American spy. And once more, the faithful General Tong will have saved the nation. I will immediately proclaim a day of mourning for you, Rau-ong, have no fear."
"And the uranium?" the King asked calmly. Wendy was amazed at his coolness.
"Ah, that's our little secret! To tell the truth, Rau-ong I found your plans for the uranium a little on the dull side. Schools and hospitals are all right, but I think our Chinese customers have more amusing plans."
"Let the girl go!" shouted Bates, suddenly breaking his silence. "The rest of us are professionals and we knew what we were getting into. Wendy is innocent. There's no reason to hurt her!"
"Ah, such delicate sentiments, Mr. Bates, and from a man of your profession! Actually, your Wendy will have the honor of participating actively in one of my little experiments. Now, I am loved by my soldiers because I give them little surprises now and then. In the next room, you may have noticed a battalion of men who have just returned from border duties. After six months in the jungle, they are particularly ready for a little surprise like Mrs. Bates, and a sergeant has been detailed to do nothing but watch and count the number of men who fuck her."
"The last time we tried this particular experiment-it was a tough mountain girl as I recall-she lasted for one hundred and eleven men. I am curious to know how a hardy American girl will make out under these circumstances. Science marches on, even in backward little Kurkuria!"
"Nooooo!" screamed Wendy in despair as the meaning of Tong's words became clear to her and two strong matrons gripped her arms on either side. She was lead struggling and kicking to a small alcove where Lady Tong waited. The General's wife fell into step behind the two policewomen and they entered a small foyer near where the lustful soldiers were waiting.
"Don't let them do it to me!" The terrified young girl begged piteously. "Please, you're a woman!"
"I will do what I can for you", responded Lady Tong, unexpectedly speaking in good clear English so that the guards could not understand. "But it is too early. Here, smoke this. It will make everything easier."
"What is it?" quavered Wendy, taking the smoldering pipe into her hands.
"Opium," responded the other woman flatly. "Hold it in your lungs as long as you can. It will ease the pain."
Wendy sucked desperately, coughing as she drew the dense heavy smoke down into her lungs. In the meantime, the two female soldiers, working neatly and efficiently, stripped the sarong from her fearfully trembling body, leaving her absolutely naked, and then forced her to lean back against a table and spread her legs.
"Lubricant," commented Lady Tong dully, as she watched one of the two guards take a handful of a greasy white substance and begin to work it up into the crevice between Wendy's legs. The woman's fingers carefully divided the hair-lined slit, gently pushing into the tightly-clasped entrance to her cunt and spreading ample amounts of the lubricant around on the walls of her sensitive vagina.
Wendy moaned involuntarily as the woman's cold hand dug deeply into her tender pussy, but the touch was brisk and professional, like a doctor's, and the girl felt only embarrassment at having her intimate organs invaded by a female hand.
The consciousness-destroying opium was-"beginning to take effect now, and Wendy noticed a dreamy floating sensation creeping over her naked body. She knew she was in terrible danger and possibly facing a horribly obscene death, but somehow the fragrant oriental narcotic had drugged her worst fears away.
Then, without warning, General Tong was standing before her.
"Ah, you thought to give her a little of my famous home-grown opium!" he exclaimed to his wife. "Hmmmm, I suppose it will make her last longer, but in a way it invalidates the experiment since the other girls always had to do without. However, perhaps this will provide us with a more amusing entertainment. Come, my dear, your gentlemen are anxiously waiting." And he took Wendy gallantly by the arm, as if she were some noble princess being led by her Prince Charming to a fancy ball. Wendy, hopelessly muddled by the opium, stumbled nakedly along by his side as he marched her into the gallery where the battalion of border guards was waiting.
The men knew what was in store for them, and a loud cheer went up for their commanding general when they saw him enter with the nakedly helpless foreign girl in tow. Tong smiled grandly and then silenced their shouting with a majestic wave of his hand.
"My loyal men," he began orating to them, "for six long months you have dedicated your lives to guarding the sacred borders of our glorious nation of Kurkuria! Your Commanding General has thought of you often during that time, wondering how he could reward you for your heroic self-sacrifice."
"Soldiers of Kurkuria, I have searched the cities of Europe and America for a woman worthy of offering to you on this festive occasion, and I believe I have found one who is up to the high standard of beauty and sensuousness which you deserve. Extending to you the thanks of a grateful nation, I, General Tong, dedicate this woman to your glorious battalion. Take her, Gentlemen, she is yours. Do what you will with her!"
The room filled with shouts and cheers as the battalion reacted enthusiastically to Tong's gesture. Wendy, her mind now wandering, understood only that these were supposed to be brave and courageous men who had undergone hardships and that she somehow was their reward. The thought filled her with a vague warm feeling, and in her opium-drugged consciousness she felt strangely happy.
What was it that the Commanding General had said? He had searched the cities of Europe and America to find someone worthy? And chosen her? No, that wasn't right, she thought, confusion bubbling through her brain. She had come to Kurkuria of her own free will.
But why?
She could not remember exactly and at the moment, it did not seem to make much difference. She was here. The room was rocking slowly back and forth, and General Tong, who was standing by her side as he lectured his troops, seemed to grow taller and taller and then start shrinking again until he almost disappeared from view. Something still rational in the back of her head tried to tell her that these were only hallucinations brought on by the opium but she was too doped-up to care.
The strong arms gripped her on either side and carried her to a large mat which the soldiers had spread in their midst. She tried to study their faces but they all seemed to look alike as if she were in the presence of a battalion of identical twins!
They were going to make love to her, she understood, Ah, that was good because Wendy wanted to make love. How had they known that she wanted it so badly? Did they somehow guess that her body had been burning ceaselessly for days, and there was an itching lusting sensation buried deep in her loins which could only be soothed by the presence of a heatedly throbbing penis in her vagina?
Somewhere in the haze, she could distinguish the white strained face of Ted Bates, looking anxiously in her direction. Why was Ted looking so worried, she wondered vaguely. These were all brave self-sacrificing soldiers who had guarded the borders for six long months. She had heard the Commanding General say so. Didn't Ted realize that she was their reward?
A roar of approval went up from the battalion as their first sergeant stepped up to the edge of the mat. He-snapped briskly to attention and saluted General Tong courteously before beginning to undress.
Her eyes barely functioning, Wendy understood that this was to be her first lover, and she tried to focus her attention and look at him. The sergeant seemed to be short and rather fat and, as he stripped off the sweaty jungle fatigues, she saw his great barrel chest heaving with excitement and the rolls of fatty lard around his stomach shaking with his energetic efforts to rid himself of his clothing. As his pants fell to the floor, his fat stubby cock appeared beneath the enormous bulk of his belly.
Wendy's mind was thoroughly clouded, but despite the mist and fog which drifted through her head, she managed to observe that if military rank were determined by the size of a man's penis, this particular sergeant would be a private.
The thought amused her and she began to giggle uncontrollably as the man approached her, the short, slowly-rising cock dangling between his thick thighs. But the laughter stopped short when he leaned over her naked available body and began to run his hard calloused hands over her soft flesh.
She caught fire like trees in a dry August!
An erotic shock so strong that it could have been electricity raced through her entire body as he touched her, causing all of her nerve-endings to react violently and her legs to jerk with a sudden spasm. The insides of her thighs began to glow as if they were smoldering, and her buttocks twitched involuntarily, grinding into the firm mat with a lewd circular motion of invitation. She tried futilely to hold her squirming body still while he caressed her heaving, firmly fleshed breasts, but it was useless, and the tormenting pin-pricks of hot desire continued to flood agonizingly throughout her nakedly writhing loins.
The sergeant stroked her cruelly and sadistically, unaware that he was causing a fantastic storm of emotion within her. Then, becoming progressively more excited himself, he positioned himself between her knees, her legs spread widely around him, and began to investigate the mysteries of her moistly hot pussy with his lewd stubby fingers.
Placing both of his thumbs directly on the fleshy hair-covered flanges of her cunt, he slowly opened her up like a man unfolding a flower. There was a loud moan of lust from the assembled battalion who hovered impatiently around the mat watching as the sergeant revealed to their hungering eyes the pink texture of her groin while he leeringly tickled the tender bud of her clitoris with his finger.
For Wendy, the outside world had almost completely ceased to exist, and all of her remaining consciousness was centered on the quivering trembling zone of erotic stimulation up between her legs. The fresh cool air of the cellar drifted across her exposed flesh and excited her further, as she felt her thighs and buttocks begin to relax and lose their tension.
The non-commissioned officer looked down on the naked, obviously-lusting woman with something like pure amazement. The Yankee woman must be clean out of her head, or perhaps it was true what they said about foreign girls being nymphomaniacs. She clearly wanted to be fucked even worse than anyone in his battalion, and they had spent six months in the jungle!
Well, he wouldn't make her wait any longer. If she wanted a man, he was happy to be of service. Spreading her sleekly firm thighs even further apart without encountering the slightest hint of resistance, he crawled over her, gulping as she arched her strong body up to meet him. Wendy's hotly aroused cunt was now aching with a fiery emptiness and demanding to be filled with a cock, any cock! Once more, the malicious medicine prescribed for her by the doctors at headquarters had done its work.
As she felt his lewd weight settle on top of her, the drugged young girl kicked her legs out spasmodically, and her heels found their way to the small of his back, pulling him into her like a madwoman.
Sliding his pudgy fingers down between their bodies, the sergeant guided his throbbing stubby cock to' the entrance of her wet, heatedly impatient cunt, having difficulty finding the little opening because of the wild gyrations of her buttocks. Holding her writhing body down with the sheer weight of his heavy frame, he managed to fit the lust-swollen head of his penis into the warm fleshy folds guarding the entrance to her vagina and then levered into position, slamming his pulsating cock as far into her tightly clasping pussy as it would go.
His heavy hair-covered stomach crushed into the tautness of her tender white belly, and the fuzz on his dangling testicles tickled the smooth flesh of her defenselessly upturned buttocks, but Wendy was unconscious of everything except the heavenly sensation of being filled by a man's wonderfully warm penis. Her hands immediately seized the pudgy sergeant by his buttocks, and she pulled him closer, experiencing a vague moment of disappointment when she realized that his stubby penis was as far into her lust-inflamed cunt as he was going to go and that there was no more of him left to come any further.
"Ah, fuck he, fuck me harder," she cried as the sergeant began plunging quickly in and out of her, a nervous excited sweat starting to pour off his body and drip onto her fair white skin.
He was too short! she realized with a sob. He could never penetrate her like Bates or Tong had done, and she groaned in extreme frustration.
The fat man, trying to compensate for the inadequacy of his genital equipment, swarmed over her with his hands and his lips, torturing each of her ripe brown nipples with his teeth as he fucked into her with short rapid strokes. He was strong, despite his flabby weight, and each pile-driving blow moved her lithe young body a few inches forward on the mat as his pelvis ploughed into her loins with a brutal smacking sound which could be heard around the room.
Wendy moaned, half in delirium and half in lust as she felt her excitement mount with each tormenting thrust. Her mind was almost completely useless now, but somehow practical sexual thoughts continued to filter through the clouds of opium smoke. She would have to do this alone, she told herself, because this man simply did not have what it took.
So she began slamming her groin up against him, answering each of his plunging thrusts with a grinding counter-thrust and tightly clamping her vaginal muscles down around his thick penis with all the crazed strength in her drugged body.
The result was not what she had hoped for. Instead of bringing her closer to the release for which she longed, the increased pressure on his throbbing blood-filled cock only served to push him over the brink. The long months in the jungle without a woman had made him over-sensitive and he could hold it back no longer. His tension-filled cock stiffened momentarily and then began to spew the white-hot sticky liquid far into the depths of her tortured unsatisfied cunt.
Too soon, too soon, she wept in agony as she felt his short still-ejaculating penis slowly deflate as if it were a thick balloon with a tiny leak in it. She had been almost there! So close and yet so far!
Her pelvis continued to chum and rotate uselessly, but there was no strength left in his cock now, and he pulled himself free of her with a lewd popping sound. Kneeling up between her legs, the sergeant looked down on her with frank astonishment. Never before in his life had he been so wildly stimulated and forced so quickly to an orgasm. He wished he could have another shot at her because the nakedly gyrating woman before him was still exciting him, and he felt his inadequate penis beginning to stir anew. But there was too many other men waiting for their first to allow him to have a second. Out in the jungle, he could have thrown his weight around, but here under the General's eye, he would have to yield and allow the other to have their go at her.
My God, sobbed the half-crazed woman who was now writhing alone on the mat, her aroused young body electrified with unsatisfied lusts. Hurry, another man! What are they waiting for?
Her pleas were quickly answered. Even in her dazed drugged state she could see that her next lover was lower in rank but higher in potential. He was a very young soldier with a smooth athlete's body and he was already naked, evidently the battalion's favorite because the men cheered and called out encouragements to him as he stood shyly before her, his cock hanging limply between his muscular slender legs.
This was to be his first woman and the young soldier was wishing he were back in the jungle because he was desperately embarrassed by the prospects of losing his virginity with the advice and assistance of an entire battalion of older and more experienced men.
"Come, come, come," Wendy called to him in agony, and he walked uncertainly toward her, his flaccid cock twitching a little. She sat up, her long slender legs spread out before her, and reached for his swinging manhood with her hands. She had to erect his cock somehow, or she felt she would die on the spot.
The young soldier inhaled sharply as he felt the American woman's hands on his virginal penis, but his reaction was almost instantaneous as the blood rushed down from his loins and the penile muscles began to expand. Rapidly, the bulbous red cock's head reared up like a rebellious horse as he knelt before her, his cock steadily growing in length and pulsating hardness. To Wendy, it was like the answer to a prayer and she stroked his penis gratefully, caressing him with her hands to make sure that he stayed hard and erect, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go to expose the sinewy throbbing tip. In size, he was somewhere between Bates and the General and the girl, in her confused mental state, had difficulty in remembering precisely who he was or why she was holding his long thick cock in her hand.
But excited as he was, the young soldier still made no attempt to take her, and this confused Wendy even further. Had she forgotten something? Was she doing something wrong?
A vague memory came floating back into her mind, the scene of the Kurkurian convict girl and the ape, and she remembered what the condemned woman had done to stimulate her animal partner. Acting on a drugged impulse, Wendy did something she never could have forced herself to do except under the influence of the morality-destroying narcotic. Parting her lips gently, she reached forward with her tongue and gently licked the turgid cock which she held tightly in her trembling hands. There were loud groans and cheers from the spectators.
The young soldier wiggled in sexual agony as Wendy encouraged by his reaction seized him more firmly and plunged his cock directly into her wetly ovaled open mouth. She had to get him to fuck her somehow! This had worked with the ape, and it had to work with the soldier.
Sliding her tongue over the smooth acrid-tasting cock, she worked with her lips, drawing him into her mouth by inhaling and then pushing him almost all the way back out by blowing, her cheeks billowing in and out with each breath.
The effect on the young recruit was amazing!
Pulling himself free of his obscene embrace, he pushed her violently back on the mat and threw himself upon her bruised body as if he were suddenly angry. The crowd of soldiers was growing impatient, and Wendy felt hands upon her ankles drawing her legs steadily apart and the flat plane of her pink, hotly quivering pussy was offered up to the young soldier like some pagan oriental sacrifice.
The soldier levered over her in the push-up position, apparently uncertain how to proceed, but Wendy arched her back up to meet him, guiding his sword to enter her scabbard.
She groaned with unexpected pain as he sank into her, shoving his huge inexperienced cock into her wetly resisting passage without gentleness or mercy. Her body jerked convulsively as his rigidly pulsating pole ploughed so high up inside of her that it seemed to extend all the way up her belly, under her breasts and finish somewhere near the back of her throat. He was throbbing and pulsating inside of her wildly, and she could feel every ripple and every corrugation in his massive shaft of manhood.
Instinctively knowing what to do, the boy began to rock back and forth, pulling his piston about half-way out and then plunging recklessly forward again with such force that his heavy balls slammed fiercely into the unprotected crevice surrounding her puckered little anus.
Thanks to the dulling effect of the opium, the pain vanished quickly, and the young American girl began to jerk back and forth passionately, encouraging him with small animal cries to fuck into her faster and harder. Her hips began to gyrate with a strange masochistic rhythm, grinding away madly into the mattress while the men of the battalion groaned, cheered, and applauded.
"Oh fuck me, never stop, yes, harder," she crooned obscenely, grinding her pelvis faster and faster to urge him on to greater and greater efforts. She could feel the tension building within her again as she raced towards the orgasm which had been cruelly denied to her a moment before. And then it happened.
The young soldier simply wilted! Semen trickled out of him disappointingly; his great hulking penis began to disappear, and he rapidly withdrew as shame and embarrassment covered him like a blanket. He was too young, too inexperienced and too nervous to perform like this in front of all his companions. The strain had taken its toll.
"Give me a man!" she screamed suddenly. "Isn't there a man in the whole fucking battalion who can do the job?"
Wendy heard these obscene provocative words echo across the room, not fully realizing that it had been she who had shouted them. Her scream contributed to the mounting excitement, and there was a brief scuffle among the soldiers as several of them fought to see who would be the next to fuck her. Several men were standing above her and had their cocks out, stroking them avidly as they looked down on the nakedly writhing American girl with ever-increasing desire. Had Wendy been in possession of her senses, she would have been justifiably terrorized at the possibility that the entire battalion would hurl itself at her at the same time, but she was so far out of her mind that the idea would probably have appealed to her. After a moment's confusion, order was restored and the next candidate stepped up between her outstretched waiting legs and stripped off his clothing. He was a man of medium height, muscular and lean, with a glint of oriental cruelty in his face.
As he dropped to his knees before her, his long, rigidly throbbing cock already hard and extended, Wendy's dream-filled mind recognized that he was capable of going the course and giving her what her lust-tortured body needed so badly. But there was a sadistic smile which played around the comers of his tight mouth which frightened her a little, even in her doped-up state.
"Turn over," he commanded, and there was a raucous cheer from the battalion. This man was apparently famous for his love-making technique, and the others crowded around enthusiastically to watch.
Wendy obediently rolled over on her hands and knees, thinking that he wanted to take her from behind, dog-fashion. Anything, she thought desperately, anything to relieve the empty longing in my stomach!
Wendy shuddered violently as the soldier licked her trembling, softly fleshed buttocks, before he began biting them insanely, causing her to cry out with little gasps of pain whenever his teeth broke the skin. Inexorably, his hands forced the half-moons apart, and he shot his long hot tongue into the crevice, thrusting for her tightly puckered little anus. She started to feel real pain as he pulled and twisted at her with greater force, steadily separating her buttocks and exposing the brown elastic orifice.
Wendy felt her mind fading in and out like a weak and faraway station on the short-wave radio. Sometimes she was almost conscious of what was happening to her and other times her thoughts floated like dry leaves in a soft autumn wind.
Now, she was aware of only two things. She wanted desperately to be fucked and something was hurting her ass.
She gasped with unexpected pain as the brutal soldier jabbed his finger into her heatedly cringing rectum, slowly and methodically working his way into the warm depths of her anal passage. Her cries became more insistent when a second finger joined the first and the highly-aroused soldier began to grind his fingers around in her tightly constricted rectum with greater force. She began to twist her buttocks in an unconscious effort to move away from the tormenting fingers, but each movement only sent him plunging further into her.
It was obvious that this was his favorite means of making love to a woman, because he moved skillfully, holding her in position with one hand and guiding his huge, viciously pulsating cock to the brown little anal ring with the other.
The kneeling American girl screamed when he pushed forward, an unbearable spasm of pain filling her body as the lust-swollen head of his cock slipped past her defenses and penetrated an inch into her cruelly-stretched rectum. Then the sodomizing soldier angled for position, poised for the final maneuver, and plunged forward with all his strength, stuffing the long hard shaft far up inside her warmly elastic bowels.
"Aaaggghhh!!" her scream rippled across the soldier-filled room, causing smiles and chuckles of lewd delight everywhere. The pain was intolerable, and Wendy struggled wildly, even in her mind-clouded state, to free herself from this depraved attack, but the long fleshy pole had impaled her to the hilt, and her strength was inadequate to wiggle free. She was pinned, skewered like a chicken on a spit, and she collapsed submissively in a limp mass of flesh.
The soldier, knowing his trade exceptionally well, paused for a moment, allowing time for the natural juices in her heatedly cringing rectum to begin to flow and for the muscles to relax, and then began gently sawing in and out of her. It was an exciting scene, and the other soldiers began crowding around, some of them pinching at her softly-fleshed swaying breasts and others masturbating in her face, but Wendy was almost completely unconscious of everything except the throbbing hot shaft which had suddenly taken possession of her backside.
The soldier quickened his pace, drawing his penis almost all the way out of her tortured rectum until the head itself began to appear, stretching the tiny elastic anal ring to the maximum, and then ploughing forward deep up into her belly again. He was an old hand at this lewd occupation and expected nothing from the kneeling young American girl but submission, since in his long career of sodomy, he had never once found a woman who regarded this unnatural practice as anything more than simple torment. But his eyes widened with amazement as he felt her buttocks slowly begin to rear back at him, undulating in tight little circles as she waved her gently rounded ass cheeks in the air.
By Buddha's Testicles, he swore, these American females will go for anything! Surrender and submission he had expected, but animal delight came as a pleasant shock to him. He doubled his efforts, and a groan was forced from his lips as she contracted the muscles of her rectum, clasping his thrusting pole in a fiercely tight embrace, making it impossible for him to pull his hotly imprisoned cock all the way out of her even if he wanted to. Her face was turned to one side, and he could see that her teeth were tightly bared with a jungle passion, a grunt coming to her lips in time with each of his powerful strokes.
Coarse obscenities came babbling from the girl's lips as he thrust forward as far as he could, pulling the white cheeks of her wildly writhing buttocks further apart in an effort to penetrate her even more deeply.
"Oh, do it, fuck my ass like that!" she crooned, reaching down between her legs to find his testicles with her fingers and play with them obscenely while he fucked into her. She could feel his massively throbbing cock increasing in size as he skewered into her rectum with greater and greater speed, and his hands gripped the softly resilient globes of flesh as if he were hanging on for dear life. While he fucked into her viciously, his eyes never left the sight of her tiny anal opening being expanded unnaturally by the glistening yellow thickness of his long rigid cock. He could see the tightly puckered flesh clinging to his penis on each withdrawal stroke as though it were reluctant to let his hardened shaft leave the little opening.
"Oh, cum, cum, cum," she cried in delirium, and the soldier did his best to oblige, doubling his speed as she knelt before him in slave-like submission.
Then there was a muffled groan from behind her and deep inside her body she felt his big throbbing cock expand one last time and then explode in the heated depths of her rectum like a hand grenade, sending wave after wave of hot sticky cum shooting far up into her bowels. Wendy groaned with a combination of humiliation and shame, mixed with unsatisfied lust and passion as she felt the searing hot fluid fill her to the brim and then overflow, forcing its way out the tiny blocked passage of her anus.
Then things became very confused in the room, with shouting and yelling and people grabbing her from various directions. The soldiers were clearly going out of their minds with lust, and for a moment, two or three men were piling on her at once, pulling her numb drugged body in different directions.
Now it begins, she thought dully and passed out completely for a few minutes.
She came to a short time later to find that order had once again been restored in the room. She had been hauled into a kneeling position, semen still dripping from both of the abused openings in her pelvis.
She heard the cry, "Kaptan, Kaptan," in the air and she focused her eyes to find a tall slender man standing before her still fully dressed and wearing the insignia of a captain in the Kurkurian Army. He smiled at her, almost kindly, and offered her the opium pipe once again. She dragged on it deeply, clinging to his knees for support as she felt the wonderful sensation-tingling drug take immediate effect upon her tortured battered body.
Her arms and legs felt fresh and invigorated, and her head sailed higher and higher in the crowded room. Strange shapes and figures appeared on the ceiling, and the captain seemed to grow to be twenty feet tall, looking down at her as from an enormous height. Then he took the pipe away and placed it between his own lips.
A vague feeling of intense disappointment swept over her body and she began to weep like a spoiled child. She wanted it back!
"If you want another puff, you must undo my pants," came his calm serene voice, sounding hollow and electronic as if he were speaking to her through a microphone.
She was too confused and drugged to obey immediately, not understanding why he had made this peculiar request of her, but the two soldiers who were supporting her on either side guided her hands up to the fly on the officer's neatly-pressed fatigue pants, and somehow she managed to unzip him.
Acting out of impulses from her subconscious, she reached through the opening, took hold of his long flaccid penis, and pulled it steadily out of his pants. Then, for a moment, no one moved, and the naked American girl continued to kneel in front of the captain submissively, waiting to be told what was expected of her next.
"Your mouth!" whispered the soldier who was kneeling next to her. "The captain wants you to use your mouth!"
The brutal officer looked down sadistically at the innocent girl kneeling helplessly below him, so drugged out of her mind that she had no idea what she was doing. His eyes rested lasciviously on her full red lips, slightly parted and moist. Every man in the battalion had his favorite way of dealing with the General's little presents, and this was his preferred method.
He had watched, burning with lust, as the others had all done their best with her, waiting until they had softened her up a little, but wanting all of the time to shove his thickly anxious cock between those red lips and shoot his hot load of cum down her unresisting throat. The thought excited him further, and he moved forward a little so that his quickly hardening cock brushed against the surface of her moistly parted lips, giving her a good view of what she could expect to have jammed down her young throat in another minute.
His knees touching her lushly ripe breasts, the captain placed his hands in her long blonde hair and turned her muddled drug-filled head so that her wet open mouth was directly facing the swollen tip of his long hard pole, aimed at her like a cannon about to fire. He pushed forward slightly until the uncircumcised tip of his meaty penis touched her warmly moist lips, and he waited for protest or some sign of resistance.
There was none. The doped-up girl continued to stare blankly at his menacing cock, her mouth falling involuntarily open. Then, apparently getting the idea, she slowly moved forward of her own accord and took him between her wetly salivating lips. The officer watched with unconcealed delight as her tightly ovaled, red-lipped mouth closed over the yellow skin of his hot, massively throbbing cock.
The captain was one of Tong's most loyal supporters, or at least he pretended to be, and he had been given the command of this crack battalion as a reward for past services rendered. What Tong did not know was the fact of the road. Gwyn, catching a glimpse of his lewd eyes in the rear view mirror, yanked her dress down sharply over her knees. As long as the General played the Chinese game, and then betray him in a flash the moment his masters in Peking so dictated.
But now the communist was in his glory. There was nothing he hated worse than imperialistic warmongering Americans, and the thought of having this innocent Yankee girl at his complete and total disposal filled him with a lewdly sadistic pleasure. She was theirs to humiliate, to sodomize, to soil and dirty in any cruel way they desired. And the sight of her kneeling subserviently beneath him, humbly sucking his aching cock was more than he would have ever dreamed possible. It was a scene which would have excited Chairman Mao himself.
Of course she was drugged, which was too bad. He could not really humiliate a woman who had only a vague idea of what she was doing. It was second best, but it would have to do for the moment. If the American girl lived through the mass-rape to which she would be subjected by the other two hundred members of his battalion, he vowed that he would take her some night without any opium and try out some techniques he had learned from the aborigines in the jungle. Of course it was un-likely that she would survive....
Then the captain's body twitched with surprise as the captive American woman began using her hotly quivering tongue on his pulsating penis, moving it slowly and tantalizingly over the surface of his blood-engorged head. The flesh of her tongue was soft and warm, and her moist lips held his rigid cock in a tight elastic circle. She was taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, running her tormenting tongue up and down the length of his hardness, and he pressed in on her cheeks with his hands to increase the tension on his throbbing instrument.
Wendy began sucking him in earnest, lashing back and forth with her maddened tongue and gulping regularly as excessive amounts of saliva mixed with his pre-ejaculate seepage and accumulated in her mouth. The captain, despite his strict military demeanor, groaned aloud as she curled her tongue around him, trying to invade the tiny opening in the red-tipped head of his cock and forcing the thick foreskin further and further back with the action of her warmly sucking mouth. The captain wanted desperately to cum in her throat and then watch her swallow his lewd hot sperm, searing its way down past her tonsils and . making the humiliation total and complete.
He viciously thrust his naked loins in and out as the two soldiers held her in an upright position, and he knew that she would fall on her face if either of them relaxed his grip. His eyes focused sadistically on the sensuous sight of his long yellow cock disappearing into the white mouth of the young American girl, and he could feel the tender nerve endings on the delicate swollen tip of his penis tingling with pleasure as he rapidly fucked into her moist mouth.
His rough calloused hands found their way around to the back of the kneeling captive's head, his long muscular fingers invading her blonde hair and he teased her ears and the nape of her neck, his hips jerking wildly back to reality.
Wendy's mind was still quite unhinged, and she could think of little beyond the magical sensations in her mouth. Her fevered loins were still empty and aching, and somewhere in the back of her fogged head there was the faint masochistic hope that if she sucked the captain really well, he might lay her down and tenderly make love to her, removing at last the nagging tormenting hunger in her vagina.
She could feel the hard rubbery tip of his cock pounding against the back of her throat, and her mouth was filled to over-flowing with warm saliva which created a hot bath for his monstrous organ as it pounded recklessly in and out of her. Her chin was bombarded with a steady barrage of blows from his heavy swinging balls.
For the communist captain, time was growing short. The tension in his loins was becoming unbearable, and his head was buzzing as if there were a hive of bees in him.
It was happening! Now! He was cumming!
The muscles in his lean flat stomach stood out like cords as he thrust his brutal cock into her wetly working mouth as far as it could go, and he felt her gag as the long throbbing instrument tickled the tonsils in the back of her throat. He pressed her cheeks with his fingers, trying to increase the sucking pressure on his cock, and it seemed to double in size as the heatedly restless sperm gathered in his testicles and prepared to shoot out the tiny opening at the red swollen tip.
When he came, the scream which broke from his lips was pure animal, something which he had brought back with him from the wild jungle, and the men cheered as they watched the tortured American girl begin to choke and sputter while his obscene sticky cum poured down her throat by the quart. He held her head in a vise-like grip, afraid that she would try to break away from him to avoid the humiliating contact with his sperm.
But she was making no effort to break away. Instead, mewls and groans of pleasure came from her cock-filled mouth as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down, swallowing the steady stream of white-hot fluid which gushed out of his body. The temporarily deranged girl seemed unwilling to lose a single drop of the warm, lust-inciting fluid, and she continued to suck eagerly even after his penis had deflated to half its maximum size, licking it like a mother cat cleaning her kittens.
Hands reached out from all sides and she felt herself torn away from the captain, just as his penis seemed to be rejuvenating and rising again. She felt a rush of crazy disappointment sweep over her. She wanted a man in her heatedly aching vagina and she wanted it badly! Why did they waste all their time with games when her eager little cunt was practically crying out to be fucked?
"Let's do it two at a time!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"This is taking all night," objected another. "It'll be time to go back to the jungle before all of us get a shot at her."
There was a general roar, and Wendy dreamily felt her body turned and twisted in a dozen different directions at once. There were hands, faces, feet, and penises all around her, and she felt as though she were swimming in a sea of genital organs. Several men could not wait their turns and simply masturbated at the sight of her, shooting their lewd white cum over her body as if they were spraying her with a hose. Her hair, her eyes, her entire body was bathed in semen, and the mat became slippery and warm as the wildly aroused American girl groveled in the fragrant mixture of cum and sweat while her body was mauled by a dozen men at once.
Then she was lying on her stomach, feeling her buttocks pulled harshly apart and the blunt end of a heatedly throbbing penis exploring up between her wide-spread legs searching for the tight entrance to her battered cunt. With a grunt, the unseen man pushed his rigid penis forward burying himself to the hilt, and her entire body was thrust ahead a few inches by the power of his mighty lunge. She opened her mouth to cry aloud, and it was immediately filled by another hotly erect cock which was rammed without warning deep into her cum-encrusted throat.
The two men buffeted her back and forth between them, the soldier in front of her sawing roughly into her wet open mouth as if it were another cunt, and the soldier behind her causing great waves of pleasure to roll over her body as he fucked into her long-neglected vagina with energy and enthusiasm.
She was no longer really a human being as she floated between her two violators, her young body twitching and gyrating with ever-increasing passion. She was a thing, a warm pile of lust-crazy flesh to be used as a receptacle for their hotly burning need, and they had the right to use her any way they wished. She belonged to the battalion now, as much a part of them as their boots and rifles, and her drug-filled mind gloried masochistically in this inhuman humiliation.
But Wendy's mind was too far gone to feel much shame, and she knew only that she was being ravaged by two lusting men at the same time and that the hungering sensation in her loins had again shot completely out of control. Her softly fleshed white buttocks began to undulate in gradually expanding circles, and she clamped her cuntal muscles fiercely down on the stiff fleshy instrument which was penetrating her hotly palpitating pussy.
Her wet young mouth closed over the hard cock stuck brutally in her face, and she began to do her drug-dazed best on the soldier who was taking her unnaturally from the front. Suddenly, she was happy to have his rigid length of male flesh in her mouth; and she longed to feel the wet explosion between her tightly compressed lips when he shot off against her tongue and the hot pungency would roll down her throat in never-ending waves of depraved pleasure.
As her long delayed orgasm built up in fury and intensity, the man who was fucking her so fiercely from behind began to groan, his wildly pulsating cock swelling as the white-hot sperm started to spurt out of him, splashing through the interior of her young body like a warm wet wave of pure emotion. As she felt his spasm flow into her body, she clamped down even more tightly on the soldier whose cock she held tenderly in her mouth and it too exploded. Her mouth was soon as flooded as her vagina, the pungent thick liquid gushing down her throat in heated waves as she greedily gulped it to keep from choking.
She fastened her ovaled lips around the wildly ejaculating rod, forming a tight seal to prevent the escape of even a drop of the precious fluid, but small droplets of saliva and pearl-colored cum spilled out over her chin and dripped down onto her heaving breasts.
And then she screamed, expelling his now-limp cock from her cum-filled mouth. The orgasm hit her like an express train, racing up from the soles of her feet, ravaging through her sleek thighs, burning its way into her convulsing loins, setting fire to her smoldering vagina, and torturing even the little brown nipples on her lust-swollen breasts. The man whose hotly ejaculating cock was still lodged securely inside her pulsating cunt cried out in fear as her powerful cuntal muscles clamped down on his penis like a velvet vise, trapping him momentarily inside of her.
The orgasm swept through her lust and opium-dominated body like a summer hurricane, leaving her twisted and wrecked behind it, like a ship driven up and impaled on the rocks. Her mind disappeared completely, and she was only vaguely aware that she was being handed swiftly over to her new masters.
Cocks were everywhere, merging with one another and blending together as the long succession of soldiers fucked into her in twos and threes and sometimes fours. Her hands were used, and her rectum; her young, tender mouth was violated repeatedly and her cum-filled cunt knew enough different men to last most women a lifetime.
She was beyond mere happiness; she knew a continuing sense of ecstasy. The pain came and went. She barely heard the machineguns firing!
The men were moving and nervous; some ran and hid while others fought. Soon, there was only one soldier on top of her, fucking as if it were the last fuck in the world.
Which, for him, it was.
He suddenly stopped fucking into her wetly clasping young pussy as loud noises exploded around her, just as Wendy was reaching another of her endless series of orgasms.
"Don't stop, Darling!" she cried in dismay, wrapping her arms around him to spur him back into activity. She was all women, the eternal universal cunt, and he was all the men in the world, and as she pulled his suddenly-still body into her, her finger slipped into a hole in his back.
She giggled, foolishly.
Men did not have holes in their backs.
Women had holes between their legs, but men ... did ... not. . have ... holes in their backs....
CHAPTER TEN
A quarter of a mile below them at the edge of the runway, Wendy could see the small group of people standing around the black official limousine which was the staff car of the King of Kurkuria. Their faces were obscured by the distance, but she imagined she could still distinguish the calm serious features of King Rau-ong, waving good-by to the big 707 as it circled lazily in the blue skies over the tiny oriental kingdom.
Beside him, the smaller figure in the sarong would be Lady Tong, widow of the late, General Tong, Conqueror of the Japanese Army and Hero of the Kingdom of Kurkuria, a figure to be forever remembered by school boys of the future as the savior of his country.
Tong's funeral had been impressive. The King had given a noble speech, recalling how dedicated the General had been to the new educational program and how faithfully he had worked to use the nation's newly found mineral resources in the best interests of world peace. The monarch had dwelled on the courage with which Tong had fought when the Chinese Communists had attempted to assassinate him in the jungle.
His lovely widow, wearing a long black sarong which merely hinted at the smashing figure it concealed, had wept most convincingly at the grave before the kindly monarch had offered her his arm on the return trip to the palace. Already Kurkurian society was speculating that the Widow Tong would not remain unattached for long, and that their bachelor king was finally giving some thought to acquiring a queen and producing some heirs to the throne.
"They make good rice wine and rotten cigarettes in this country," commented Ted Bates with irritation, throwing the butt of a Kurkurian fag into the ash-tray and signaling the stewardess to bring him a pack of some American brand.
"Your mind was completely at ease when we finally rescued you," he retorted humorously. "I thought you were mad at us for breaking up the party!"
Wendy blushed at the recollection, amazed that she could still blush after all that had happened to her in Kurkuria.
"Another question: what tipped Tong off to the fact that we were intelligence?" she persisted.
"Nothing," Bates explained. "I'm sure he would have been amazed had he known. But it suited him to have a couple of captured American spies around and had his plan worked, no one would have believed that we weren't spies. Had we been what we said we were, the same thing would have happened."
"Well, what did exactly happen?" Wendy insisted. "I never did get the sequence of events right."
"Okay, the night of the orgy at Tong's apartment," Bates began, puffing on a cigarette, "the good Lady Tong and I discovered that we both shared a common concern for her husband's health, that is, the worse his health, the better for everyone else's. Incidentally, it wasn't the magic of my love-making that did the trick, despite the fact that I will probably claim credit for it back in Washington. Actually, she and the King are the same age and they grew up together. Rau-ong wanted to marry her, but his father had already promised her to Tong, and to keep peace in the kingdom, Rau-ong didn't make waves. But Lady Tong was always loyal to the King, and she let the General drag her into the orgies and wife-swapping routine because it was the best way of keeping track of what was going on in the Army. Since Tong enjoyed passing her around to all his subordinate officers, she was constantly informed of what was happening, and she always kept her old buddy Rau-ong in the know. Rau-ong, in the meantime, never married, because they were both waiting for the day when she would be free to become his queen. Romantic, isn't it?"
"Oh, it brings tears to my eyes," retorted Wendy sarcastically. "Why did everybody have to pretend that Tong was the savior of his country after he was dead?"
"Obviously, Rau-ong couldn't marry the widow of a traitor, so they invented the story of the Chinese trying to ambush the King to explain all the shooting. Also, they didn't want to upset all the people who thought that Tong was a good guy."
"I got it," she nodded. "What happened next?"
"Well, Tong hadn't told his wife exactly what he was planning to do to the King, but she knew something was in the air and had alerted the Palace Guard for action. They were waiting in the jungle outside the mansion. When Tong sprang his trap, she had to wait until she could get away without arousing suspicion and call the Guard. In the meantime, she had to pretend to play along. While Tong was handing you over to the soldiers, she slipped a message out to the commander of the palace guard."
"And while I was entertaining the troops the way Bob Hope never did, the guard slips in and shoots Tong and his cronies?"
"More or less. The commander of the guard wasn't sure how to rush the basement without getting everybody down there killed, so he sent one of Lady Tong's servants with a gun. She started the ball rolling by shooting the General right between the ears. The palace guard stormed the door, and there was a wild couple of minutes while they fought it out with Tong's battalion and the generals. Not everybody who got shot was a bad guy, unfortunately, but the King's men fought like tigers. One of the soldiers dropped a machinegun, and I made it into the gallery where they had you, and finished off the diehards who'd rather fuck than fight."
"Was it you who shot the boy who was on top of me?" Wendy asked, a peculiar expression on her face.
"Well. . yes," the secret agent responded uncertainly. "I was afraid he might have a knife or something and I decided...."
"Well you might have waited another two minutes," she informed him devilishly. "The kid was doing all right!"
The stewardess brought them a neat pleasant lunch and Wendy snoozed in Bates' arms for awhile, remembering how shy and awkward she had been with this very same man just a few days before when they had first come to Kurkuria. She was a changed woman, now, she realized, and the old innocent Wendy would never be again. However, it would be good to get back to the University and see her father and friends. When she awoke, she remembered that it was time to take her pills and the stewardess brought her a drink to wash them down. Then she settled back to look out the window.
There were mountains below them!
"Ted, why aren't we out over the ocean? What are those mountains?"
"The Himalayas, Wendy." he responded simply.
"The Himalayas? What the hell are we doing over India? Will you explain where we're going?"
"I've been trying to figure out exactly how to put this to you ever since we left Kurkuria," the secret agent began nervously.
"I thought I could now be considered a big girl and let in on some of your little secrets!" She stormed at him.
"Okay, big girl, here's the plot. I got an urgent message from Finlay just before we left Kurkuria ordering us to proceed immediately to Arabia. There are difficulties out in the desert and one of the ruling princes is threatening to cut off the oil supply to the United States. It could get very serious...."
"What are we supposed to do about it?"
"I'm not sure of the details yet," Bates admitted. "Finlay is meeting us in Mecca with an operational plan. I gather that the prince has a fairly well-stocked harem but is always on the look-out for tall blue-eyed blondes. Now using you as the bait. . well, you get the picture."
"Yeah, I get the picture," she answered quickly and settled back in her seat to think. This meant more danger, more humiliation and more strange hands on her body; and for a moment she was tempted to tell Bates that she was quitting. But the pill, dissolving in her stomach, was already starting to do its work and the familiar erotically tingling sensation began spreading down onto her loins.
Oh well, she told herself, the University would be dull after all this. And once you've left and been a long, long way from home, you can never really go back again anyway, can you?
