Innocence has its own special beauty, all the more precious to us because it is so easily tarnished. The betrayal of the pure has long been a favorite theme in literature, and it is beautifully dealt with in his novel by one of our most sensitive authors.
Set in the seamy subculture of the world of carnivals, this is the story of Lily Wharton, an innocent runaway whom life betrays at every turn. Deserted by her father, battered by her mother, Lily runs away to New York in the hope of finding a better life. Unable to find a job, penniless and despairing, she becomes the captive of a crazed group of carnival freaks.
Like Candide, Lily is a believer in life and in love, despite the grim reality that continually makes a mockery of her faith. And she is forced, as well, to come to grips with the baser aspects of her own nature. At first she is held physically captive by the strange group of people who have taken her prisoner for the purpose of satisfying their own lustful desires. But she soon finds she is not merely their prisoner, but rather a prisoner of her own physical desires.
Yet this story has a surprise ending which can redeem for all of us a faith in love and the possibility of human fulfillment.
CHAPTER 1
It was winter in New York. The sky was a low grey ceiling, trees were naked, and a bitter wind whipped through the skyscraper canyons.
Lily Wharton pulled her thin woolen coat tightly around her body as she walked up Seventh Avenue from Columbus Circle.- The air stung at her nose and ears and hurt her. And the empty hunger in her belly hurt her too. She was frightened. She had run away from a mother she despised, from a life that seemed utter misery. And now she was broke and frightened. She needed a job. But she was so shabby looking. She hated the cold, disdainful looks in the eyes of the women at employment agencies, and she hated to put herself through the humiliation. She was a plain girl with no skills.
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, she thought. But she was shivering so badly now from the cold. She was passing the coliseum and stepped inside the glass doors for a moment, just to warm up.
Suddenly, a flash of brilliant colors assaulted her senses and the gay music of a carnival. She forgot her cold and hunger as she wandered through the rows of booths.
"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen ... win yerself fabulous prizes ..."
"Right here, folks ... right here ... hit the milk bottles and win yer little lady a prize she'll never ferget..."
"Hey baby ... hey blondie ... smile!"
Lily looked up at the man who called out to her, but she continued to walk, self-consciously awkward.
"Hey, pretty lady ... don't be shy ..."
With a pang of sadness, Lily realized that except for the ladies at the employment agencies, no one had talked to her for the entire week that she'd been in New York City. Suddenly, her sense of loneliness was overwhelming. She turned to look at the man that had called out to her. She saw that he was smiling-but she did not look at his eyes. If she had, they might have warned her of the cruelty that lurked behind his handsome face.
"Try yer luck ... just fifty cents ... fifty cents, little lady, and win the big pink teddy bear .. ;
Then the realization hit her. He was just pitching her ... just selling her. He hadn't really talked to her at all. She felt tears welling up, choking her throat, brimming over her eyes. She was horribly embarrassed, stnding amidst all these people having a good time and just crying. She didn't know what to do... where to turn ... where to go. So she just stood there, frozen, embarrassed, hurt, in front of this man who had just lifted her hopes and then crashed them to the ground.
She was astonished when he reached out and took hold of her hand. A shiver went through her body. No one had ever reached out to comfort her before. Her father had deserted her when she was just an infant, and her mother had always resented her existence. The only touching her mother had ever done was to hit her. So she had grown up a strange child, withdrawn, apart from other children.
"Hey, pretty lady," he said. "What's the matter with you?"
She looked up at him. She saw a good-looking man, with a face like a movie star, wearing nice clothes. What someone with a more experienced eye might have seen was a sleazy sharpie.
She smiled through her tears. "I-I'm sorry," she said. "I'll scare away your customers."
"Come here," he said and pulled her toward the counter of his booth. "You look like you need a friend."
"Yes ... yes I do."
"Okay... my partner Charlene's gonna be here in a minute to give me my lunch break... whadya say I buy ya a cup of cawfee ..."
A little warning signal went off in her head. Don't talk to strange men . . . But she was so lonely and hungry and she did not have the strength to resist his offer.
A few moments later a middle-aged woman with brassy blonde hair came by the booth. She was a large woman, with enormous breasts encased in a brassiere that was inadequate to the task of supporting them. She wore a black skirt with a low-cut red jersey sweater that showed more than a little cleavage, and high heeled black suede shoes with ankle straps. She wore thick pancake makeup on her face, along with a bright red lipstick and heavy shadow on her eyes. She looked to be about forty and her voice was deep and gravelly, almost like a man's.
"Who's the chick?" she asked, a hint of jealousy and disdain in her voice.
"Mind your own business, Charlene!" the man said, and gave her a lewd pat on her ample behind.
"Be back in an hour ..."
"Have a nice time," she said, and Lily shivered at a kind of nastiness in her voice that she didn't understand.
"Nice to meet you," Lily said.
"Aw, cut the crap," Charlene replied.
As she walked away with the man, Lily could hear Charlene's voice, louder than the rest.
"All right, ladieeeeees and gentlemen... try your luck ... play the game ... You look like a winner, mister..."
"Gee," said Lily, "I don't even know your name."
"Slade," he said. "Billy Slade."
"Sounds like a cowboy," she giggled.
"Yeah," he laughed, "a Bronx cowboy."
"So what's your name?"
"Lily ... Lily Wharton."
They reached the food concession and sat down at a dirty white formica table. He ordered coffee for her, and when he saw the way she drank it, he knew she was hungry.
"Ya wanna eat something," he asked.
"Oh ... no ... no, thank you."
"One 'no' might have done it. But two-you protest too much. When's the last time you ate, baby?"
Tears welled up in her eyes again, not from self-pity but from embarrassment that she was so transparent.
"No, really. I'm okay ..."
"Yeah, sure." He called the waiter over. "Gimme a couple of burgers and fries-hey! Plenty of ketchup, too, ya here me."
Then he turned to Lily muttering, "Stingy bastards ... they give ya these little fucking envelopes of ketchup! Envelopes, man! You know what I mean?"
She laughed. He was kind of cute. But she didn't like his eyes. When he looked at her it made her feel kind of crawly. But she tried to like him. He was being nice to her and she'd never had a friend.
"So, you're in trouble, huh?" he said. "No job, I bet. No money. Betcha just ran away from home in some dinky little town, right?"
"How do you know so much about me?" she asked.
"Well," he leaned back in his chair, bragging. "When you been around as much as me, you can see a lot-a whole lot."
She sank down in her chair in an attitude of despair. "I've looked all over for a job-but- nothing, no one ... no one wants me."
The waiter brought the hamburgers. Her hand trembled as she reached for hers. She was so hungry. She ate quickly, like a hungry little animal.
"Hey... a job's no problem, kid. Come work with us."
"What could I do?"
He smiled in a way that made her uncomfortable. But she told herself it was just her imagination.
"Whatever needs doing," he said, with a strange glint in his eyes. "We're here another week. You gotta place to live?"
"I've been staying at the Y, but I don't have the money for next week's rent."
Billy Slade smiled to himself. He sure knew how to pick 'em. He had spotted this one a mile away.
"Well, we're all staying at a hotel just a couple of blocks up. So you just stay with us tonight. You can share a room with Charlene ..."
"Oh, but she didn't like me very much."
"Don't be silly kid ..."
"Well, uh ..."
"Look," he said, and for the first time she sensed an impatience, almost a nastiness in his voice. "You ain't got much choice, have you honey."
They finished eating and walked back to the booth.
"Hey Charlene ... take over the rest of the afternoon," he said. "I'm takin' the kid home with me ... See ya later."
"You work fast, baby," Charlene smiled. "Real fast."
Lily Wharton did not know exactly when she began to grow afraid. Perhaps it was going back out onto the street again, away from the makebelieve gaiety of the carnival. Billy Slade had slipped his arm familiarly around her waist. She didn't like such familiarity. Her body grew rigid and she tried to pull away, but she didn't want to insult him. After all, he'd bought her lunch and he was being so nice to her.
The hotel rather shocked her. She was a naive girl and when he had said hotel, she had conjured up in her innocent imagination something beautiful, like the grand hotels in the movies. But this place was seedy. The man behind the desk was thin and pale and needed a shave, and he looked at them curiously as they walked past him. "Hey, Neil," Billy waved. "How's it goin'. The desk clerk looked up. "Come here, Billy," he said.
Billy looked annoyed for a moment, then walked over to him.
Lily heard Neil say, "When are you gonna take me with you, Billy, huh ... huh?"
Billy patted Neil's arm. "One of these days... one of these days."
"She's a nice one," said Neil, with a strange look in his eye.
"Yeah," said Billy, "real nice."
The elevator smelled of urine and, as they stepped in, a cockroach was crawling up the wall.
Billy led her down the hallway. He seemed suddenly intense.
He opened the door marked 204. Then he pulled her by the arm and almost threw her into the room.
She was taken aback.
"Is ... is this Charlene's room?" she asked.
"Shut up," he said, and now his tone was surly. "Don't ask too many questions."
There was only a bed and a dresser in the room and a torn chair near the window, which looked out on the brick wall of another building. She sat in the chair.
"Okay," he said, standing in front of her, "let's take a look at the merchandise."
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Shut up ... open your coat."
Suddenly the naive young girl was terrified. Her mother had always told her she was too stupid to take care of herself. Her mother was smart. She never trusted anyone.
She stood up and moved towards the door. She would just leave. It was all a mistake and now she would just leave. Maybe she had given him the wrong impression about what kind of a girl she was.
Billy grabbed her arm. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Please... I'll just leave now. I'm afraid I made a mistake about..."
He laughed mocking at her. "Afraid you made a mistake," he mimicked. "Come here!"
He tossed her down on the bed roughly, and before she knew what was happening she felt the weight of his body crash down on her.
She struggled against him, struggled to free her body, pinned to the bed beneath his weight.
She pulled his hair hard.
"Owwwwwwww!" he jumped off her, then slapped her face.
"You little bitch," he said. "Don't make me mad. I get crazy when I'm mad."
He stepped back from the bed.
"Come on, baby... run away. Come on, run away ... just try to get away."
He was dancing crazily in front of her. She could see now that his eyes were vicious, that his smile had been leering not friendly. But now it was too late.
"Come on, baby. Run. Run ..."
She was terrified. She didn't know what to do. Instinctively, she leapt from the bed and made a dash for the door.
But he caught her by her dark blonde hair and pushed her down on the bed. Then she heard a sinister click-and she was looking up right into the gleaming steel of a switchblade knife.
"Okay, sweetheart. Now let's see the goods."
Lily's heart was pounding in her breast.
"No-please ... let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go!"
He ignored her. His whole being seemed now to be taken over by a kind of madness. His eyes were gleaming like the blade of his knife.
"Open that crummy coat of yours, sister--let's take a look at you."
She pulled the coat tighter around her slender body.
He moved the blade of the knife closer.
"Don't mess with me, baby. Open the coat now like a good girl."
Her fingers were trembling as she opened the front of her coat. And a deep flush of humiliation and fear rose in her.
Beneath the coat she was wearing a faded white cotton blouse and an old plaid skirt. She was a slender girl-her mother had always taunted her about being skinny. But in the last year her breasts had suddenly developed to an unexpected fullness that embarrassed her. Now her face was burning as she felt him staring at her breasts, their hard nipples pressing through her brassiere and blouse.
Billy Slade's breath was coming faster now as he stared at the girl in front of hm on the bed. She was scared, and that made him feel powerful. And, though her face was ordinary, her body was something else. Slim. He liked slim long legs and a nice flat belly, especially when they came with a pair of tits like that! Holy Shit! An animal groan escaped his lips and frightened Lily even more.
"Didja ever fuck before, girly," he said. "Huh? Don't just stare at me stupid like that."
"Please ..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "Please, let me go."
His chin jutted forward challengingly. "I asked you didja ever fuck before, baby." He brought the tip of the knife within an inch of her throat.
Oh my God! she thought. He's crazy! He's not even in his right mind. Her heart was beating crazily with fear and she dared not move.
"Answer me!" he demanded menacingly.
"N-no," she said, her voice barely audible. "I-I'm a virgin."
"What! Say it again. I don't believe my fuckin' ears. You're a what!?"
Lily knew she had to answer. She wanted to. scream for help, to run, but she stayed frozen because the sharp steel of the switchblade was less than an inch from her throat.
"I-I'm a virgin!"
He howled with laughter. "Holy fuckin' shit, man! A virgin! A goddamn virgin! Billy Slade has hit the jackpot!"
Then he was suddenly quiet.
"Okay, virgin. Strip."
She stared at him pleadingly.
"Strip, I said."
She hesitated a moment too long. Billy Slade was an impatient man. He took the fine blade of his knife and ran it down her blouse alongside the buttons. The fabric fell away.
And then, to her utter humiliation, he laughed at what he saw.
"A cotton brassiere!" he howled. "Jesus, baby. You look like a nun or somethin'." Then he looked at her with intense lust in his eyes. 'Take it off-or do you want me to do it for you."
"No... no... I'll do it." Trembling with fear, she reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere.
'Take it all off now ... take off the blouse and that cotton thing!"
She slid the blouse off her slender shoulders but hesitated to remove her brassiere. He didn't wait. He grabbed the front and pulled it off, tearing the thin little straps. Immediately, her hands flew up to cover her nakedness.
But Slade had seen plenty. What a delicious pair of tits. Shit. They were as full as melons and they stood right out from her body. They didn't even droop a little bit. Oh God!
He groaned again, and felt the blood of lust rushing to his cock. He rubbed it with his hand and she turned her face away.
Oh my God! He's hard-down there! She thought, looking at his pants. She started to cry from fear, and her helplessness only made his cock throb harder.
Oh God! thought Lily. This ain't be happening! This is some nightmare from which lean awake!
"Now the skirt," he said, his voice so thick it sounded almost inhuman. He held the knife at his side now to give her room to stand.
This time she did not protest. She opened the zipper to her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Trembling, goose bumps on her flesh, she stood naked before him now, naked except for the white cotton garter belt and stockings she wore and a pair of clean white panties.
"Okay, baby. Do I gotta tell you everything. Take off those panties now."
She obeyed out of fear.
The knife dropped to the floor as he pulled her towards him and forced his mouth against hers, crushing her lips painfully as he forced his tongue between her lips. She struggled to free herself, but he was far too strong for her.
His teeth scraped her lips as he forced his tongue into her mouth, while at the same time his large rough hands moved brutally over her tremblingly naked body. At first they rubbed and squeezed everywhere-her buttocks, her thighs, her back, and then they found her breasts.
Oh God! he thought as he squeezed the full firm fleshy mounds in his hands. Oh God! These tits are fucking unbelievable. Her nipples were large and hard in his hands and he tweaked them painfully, so that she began to sweat from the pain. And all the while, she could feel the huge throbbing monster of a cock through the material of his pants.
Lily felt ill. She thought she might faint. She wanted to die.
Lily had never before been kissed by a man. She was so much a loner at school that she never had had a date. But it had not stopped her from dreaming. At night, she would lie awake and think about falling in love, think about her first kiss.
Oh God! Why did it have to be like this?
Then, while one of his hands continued to play with her huge breasts, the other hand slid down the flat surface of her fear-quivering belly, past the line of her garter belt, to the sparsely curling light brown hair of her fear-cringing pussy.
Then, sadistically, he forced his hand in between her trembling thighs and his thick, extended middle finger played with the delicate pink lips of her defenseless young pussy. Suddenly, he pressed his finger into the entrance of her virginal cunt.
She wrenched her head back reflexively.
"Owwwwwww!" she cried out. "Please don't hurt me!" ' V
But he paid no attention to her plea as his probing finger pressed relentlessly into her tightly clenched cuntal opening.
His lust raged now beyond control and he shoved her back onto the bed. She looked up at him with stark terror in her yes. But he did not even notice. His own eyes were fixed on the pink circles of her nipples, and he bent over and began to suck one distended pink nipple, pulling it hard into his mouth. nipping at it viciously with his teeth.
"Aiiiieieeeeee!" she cried in pain. Tears began to stream down her face. "Please... stop! Oh God... stop!"
She lay helpless on the bed, naked except for her garter belt and stockings. His rough hands caressed her body harshly and she could feel, through the fabric of his pants, his throbbing cock pressing hotly against her pubic mound. The feel of it terrified her, for never in her life had she seen a man's naked body and she was afraid of the big hard cock pressing against her.
She closed her eyes to the terrifying reality of this rape, and she lay still and helpless, resigned to the horror that awaited her.
Then she felt his thumb scrape the delicate bud of her clitoris, while at the same time he sucked still harder on the hard pink flesh of her nipples. She felt as if she were being ravaged, eaten alive. Oh God! Why had she been so trusting, so naive?
Then, gradually, Lily became aware of something far worse happening. His rough massaging of her clitoris was sending strange sensations through her body. These feelings were so compelling, yet they horrified her. The confusion made her feel almost hysterical, and suddenly, without thinking, she began to push violently at his chest, trying desperately to writhe her way out from under him.
But like a mouse with a cat, she didn't stand a chance. The movement only served to excite him more, and he was much too powerful for her efforts to affect him.
Without thinking, she let out a cry for help. But he only laughed. "Desk clerk ain't gonna help you ..." he grunted. "Nobody gives a shit here. But scream again-it excites me!"
"Oh God," she was crying violently now, her stomach heaving from the power of her confused and tormented feelings. "Don't do this to me. Pleeease!"
But his finger only fucked still harder up into the opening of her moistly heated, virginal cunt.
Strange flames were licking through her belly, and she felt as if she were gong crazy, while at the same time the pain of his finger in her never-before-penetrated cunt hurt something awful.
"Please... you're hurting me... Oh please...."
"Oooohhh, baby," he said, feeling the hot, pounding blood in his cock, "Oooooh, I'm gonna fuck you, baby, gonna fuck you real good!"
He'd been without a woman since that other little runaway they found finally took up and left with one of the marks right in the middle of the day. So he'd been aching for it for a long time. And this new chick was prettier than that other one. This time though, they wouldn't let her out to work the carnival. They'd keep her here, tied up real good so she'd never get away. And he was glad he was going to have her first. Charlene and Fat Freddie would get the sloppy seconds this time.
"Gonna fuck ya real good, but first," he grinned salaciously, "first I'm gonna eat your pussy ... Mmmm... I love to eat pussy." He felt his cock jerk in his pants just at the thought of it. "Gonna make you beg for it... I dig seeing a woman beg me for good hard cock."
Lily felt her face flush a deep red with embarrassment at the awful things he was saying and she shut her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at his face. It seemed so strange now, so hungrily evil, looking down at her like that.
She clenched her teeth together and tensed her muscles, against him, against her own feelings, as he sucked and bit a trail down her body, past the flat plane of her belly, past the stretched white cotton of her garter belt, stopping at the edge of her dark pubic mound. Then he forced her legs apart and stared lewdly at the incredible sight of her luscious-looking pink cunt with his outstretched middle finger fucking in and out of it. His eyes almost bulged out of his head at the sight of his gouging finger in that defenseless little cunt. But he was going to do something even better with it. Removing the finger, he bent his head closer and kissed the silky smooth flesh of her belly-then bit her in a reflex of passion. Then, moving downward, he ran his tongue around and around in the dark triangle of her pussy hair.
Lily wished he had just raped her, hurt her, and had it done with. For what was happening now was far worse than a simple rape would have been. Because the feel of his tongue in her most secret parts caused her to feel the most powerful, but unwanted, erotic sensations. Her body was pulled two ways, as her mind scremed a mute protest. Her pelvis wanted to move, to buck upwards and meet his tongue, to move wildly with the incredible feelings that were coursing through her. But she was horrified by the whole experience, and she just lay there, unmoving, tormented.
"Please ... please stop!" she begged through clenched teeth. Then, once again, she fought to push his head away from her virginal cunt, but her thin arms were too weak. She tried to sit up and slide her body away, but he got angry and shoved her roughly back down again.
Billy Slade was intent on his task. There was nothing in the world Billy liked better than eating pussy-except fucking pussy.
Lily could feel the rough stubble of his beard scraping against the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he licked his tongue wetly across her succulent cun-tal flesh, spreading her fear-quivering pussy lips. Then he flicked his tongue upward to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris. Now, his lust was growing still more intense, and he pressed his lips hard against her hotly throbbing cunt, sucking the sweet virginal flesh, drawing it up into his mouth. He felt his victim's little clitoris hardening, and he nipped at it with his teeth, rolled it around in his mouth at the same time that his tongue swirled crazily around it.
Despite herself, Lily began to moan.
"Oooohhhhh ..." she groaned, and then hearing herself began to cry. "Stop ... dear God," she prayed now, "Oh dear Lord, please make him stop torturing me!"
But the wild sensations of pleasure mixed with the pain of humiliation rippled through her entire body. Never in her quiet, sheltered life had she ever felt anything like this before. Never had she even imagined her body to be capable of such feelings. She was desperately trying now to cling to the last shreds of her control, of her self-respect, but the thrills that coursed upward from her pussy were growing to overpowering strength.
Faster and faster he tongued her hotly seeping pussy, and Lily became aware of the sensual moisture seeping down the crevice between her firmly rounded buttocks. She felt deeply shamed and began to wish she was dead.
"Stop!" she whispered hoarsely, knowing that the crack in her voice was because of these awful hot feelings churning in her belly. "Stop." But her plea now was weak, unconvincing even to her own ears, and this new fact only tormented her more.
Billy Slade's awareness now centered almost totally in his cock. He could feel the pressure building, building in his rock-hard erection, as he continued to fuck his tongue into the wetly clasping folds of the girl's tight little cunt. He knew he was gonna have to fuck her soon ... he didn't want to waste all that good cum by shooting off in his pants. But, ooooh, her pussy tasted so gooooood, he never wanted to stop.
He rammed his tongue still deeper up into her hotly seeping cunt, screwing it far up into the virginal passage, feeling the incredibly smooth tight walls clinging around his tongue. He licked like an animal gone mad now, thrusting his tongue in and out of her unbelievably tight pussy.
Lily's fists were clenched now around the rough wool of the bed's blanket as Billy Slade licked furiously up into her pussy. Her mind still fought a bitter battle with her body, but she was quickly losing control. The voice of her conscience grew dimmer and dimmer as the obscene sensations swirled through her lewdly spread pussy. She felt as if she were losing her own existence, as if the only thing that was real now was her hotly writhing pussy and the tongue of this brutal and strange man licking her into an abandoned frenzy. Suddenly she was aware that she had lifted her ass cheeks up off the bed in order to allow him greater access to her vaginal passage, and as soon as she became aware of this, she tried again to freeze her body rigidly. But it was agony either way ... agony to realize she was submitting to this horrible man, and agony to deny the feelings coursing through her body.
The only way she could release her pain was to scream out again.
"Oh Goooooodddddddddd! Leave me alone ... leave me alone," she cried out, her head whipping from side to side hysterically. "Stop ... stop ... stop...."
And then, to Lily's utter astonishment, he did stop. Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue from her pussy opening, and she felt now even worse than before. Oh God, she was burning up, burning in these sinful fires... she needed more ... more ...
He stood up from the bed and in an instant had stripped himself of his clothes. Lily gaped in fear as she saw his hugely throbbing cock standing straight out before him. Never before in her life had she seen a naked man, and the sight of that huge hard pole of lusting flesh made her cringe with fear. And, oh God, he was moving closer to her. He was going to put that monstrous thing inside of her. Oh God! It would kill her!
"Noooooo!" she screamed as he moved relentlessly toward her. She crawled back against the headboard and cowered there fearfully, but he grabbed her leg and pulled her roughly back. Her eyes were wide with fear, but he didn't care. He wanted to fuck her, and that was all he knew.
"Please . . . please, don't . . . don't..." she whispered in a panic. But his hands now gripped both her nakedly splayed thighs just above the rim of her stockings and she was pinned there, helpless.
Billy Slade could feel his balls, big and swollen and filled with hotly churning sperm just begging to be released. He pressed forward with his hips and pressed the purple swollen head of his cock against her wetly heated cuntal opening. Her pussy was clenched now against his fearful assault but he pressed hard and in a moment the opening gave way and the hot spongy tip of his cock popped inside her wide-stretched pussy lips and he could feel her resistant maidenhead pressing against him. Well, he knew how to take care of a virgin ... swift and neat.
Keeping his hands pressing down on her soft inner thighs, he rammed forward with all his strength, breaking the seal of her virginity; sinking his hotly throbbing cock all the way to the hilt in her never-before-penetrated cunt.
"Aiiiiiieeeeee eeeee!" she screamed, for the pain was excruciating. "Owwwwwwww wwwwww!" She felt not only the piercing pain of her ravaged virginity, but the unwanted, awful pressure of his enormous cock invading the tight private space of her vagina. It was awful, the worst feeling she had ever experienced.
But Billy Slade was entirely unaware of the young girl's pain. He knew only his own lustful desire and he began at once to fuck his enormous cudgel of male flesh in and out of her deflowered pussy. He rammed viciously in and out of her and Lily thought she would faint from the pain.
"Arrrghhh! Owwww! Oh God, you're hurting meeeeee!" she wailed. But he was oblivious to her pleasure and he fucked his rampaging cock mercilessly in and out of her ravaged young cunt.
The pain and pressure were awful, but she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. She would just have to lie there and take it until it was over. Then, she prayed he would release her and it would eventually fade into a bad memory. She tried to detach herself from her pain, tried to watch from a distance as if it were all happening to someone else.
Billy Slade fucked her with unbridled force now, his enormously lust-throbbing cock relentlessly battering her helpless pink cunt with a force that was savage. His hairy balls were slapping hard against her soft white ass cheeks as she lay there praying it would soon be over. And Billy was aware only of his relentlessly pulsating cock surrounded by the tightest, smoothest pussy he'd ever fucked. The hot purple cockhead was sending thrilling sensations to his groin and to every part of his lust-crazed body. Her cunt felt incredibly good, wrapped around his rampaging cock. He was very close to dimming.
He fucked her like a madman as he felt the buildup of seething cum in his balls, and he fucked up into her as deep as he could.
Lily shut her eyes tight in a desperate effort to cut herself off from the burning sensation which was once again burgeoning in her womb. It was wicked and filthy, and she wished she could die rather than have this man's huge lust-bloated penis fucking in and out of her poor hurting pussy.
This man, Billy Slade, was fucking in and out of her like a crazed animal. The feel of her hotly clinging cuntal walls slipping over the entire sensitive length of his cock as he fucked with an obscene depravity was driving him mad. He had to cum!
And then, suddenly, without warning, he was there. He was filling the young virgin's cunt with hot viscous semen that spewed unceasingly from his cockhead as he groaned out his pleasure.
And then he collapsed over her body as the last of his hot thick cum shot obscenely out against her battered cervix. And she lay there, shamed and degraded, full of hatred for this horrible man who had raped her and taken her virginity.
She wept quietly beneath the dead weight of his body, wept herself softly into sleep.
CHAPTER 2
When she awoke the first thing she became aware of was that her wrists Were tightly tied behind her back, her feet were bound with the same rough rope at the ankles, and a handkerchief gagged her mouth.
But how had he done this to her without waking her up, Lily wondered. And then she moved her jaw and felt a painful soreness and a horrible memory returned. She had awakened once after the rape, when she felt the rope binding her arms. She had kicked Billy Slade hard in the crotch, and after he had recovered, he had socked her hard in the jaw, hard enough to knock her out cold.
She looked around the room now and saw that she was alone. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision and for a moment she sank unpleasantly into self-pity. Her life, she thought to herself, had always been quietly unhappy. A kind of unrelieved grey. The early pain of being an unwanted child had over the years dulled. She had expected little pleasure out of life, but had finally run away from home not with the hope of finding happiness, but merely because it no longer seemed possible to live with her mother who shunned and hated her. When she had been a child, her mother had hit her often and brutally, but as she grew up and her mother amused herself with a string of boyfriends, she kept out of her mother's way. For the last few years their relationship had been one of mute unpleasantness.
Sometimes she had thought it was worse when her mother never talked to her. At least, in her early years when her mother had hit her, there had seemed to be a strong, if painful, connection between them. But recently Lily Wharton had felt connected to nothing, a nobody.
And now, in a perverse kind of way, she knew she was important to Billy Slade. As she looked around the room her eyes stopped for long moments to examine a shirt he had thrown over a chair, a pair of his shoes neatly placed beside the old wooden dresser. And as she looked at them she felt a strong connection, almost a tenderness towards the belongings he had used.
And at the same time she hated him, hated him with a passion that made tears well up still more in her eyes, a passionate anger that made her struggle futilely with the ropes that bound her wrists. She made guttural sounds from her throat through the gag, but she knew no one could hear. And worse, in a place like this, probably no one would care.
But, curiously, she felt a sharp sense of aliveness in her struggle that she hadn't known since childhood. Spending her days in a fog of loneliness had dulled her sense of life. But now she could feel- humiliation, anger, hatred-but they were real feelings, strong feelings.
And then a pang of terror shot through her heart. He was a desperate man and he had used a knife to force her into submission. Suddenly she was aware of the possibility that her life was in danger and she chilled at the thought. Life had not been much for Lily Wharton yet she did not want to die. And she realized with some astonishment that deep in her heart for all these years had lived the quiet hope that someday things would get better, that some day someone would care about her, treat her tenderly, share with her what had been her lonely joy at the arrival of spring, or her childlike delight at the first large snowflakes that would fall in winter. These had been the few small happinesses in her life, and she had barely been aware of their importance to her until this moment when she realized her very life might be in danger.
She knew now that she could not just lie tied up on this bed wallowing in fear and self-pity. She had to try to save herself, had to make an effort to escape. She looked around the room, hoping to find something that would cut the ropes. At first she looked for something sharp, a knife or a scissors. But there was nothing on the surface of the dresser but a bottle of after shave lotion and an old hairbrush.
And then she had an idea. The bottle!
She slid off the bed and tried to stand though her legs were tied at the ankles. And in her attempt, she fell. But now she was determined. Slithering on her side, she reached the dresser. Then she tried to pull herself up to a standing position, but without the use of her arms it was impossible. So she sat up, pressing her back against the side of the dresser and she began to shake it. She heard the bottle of shaving lotion fall and hope stirred in her heart. She rocked still more furiously against the dresser, and she could hear the bottle sliding on the surface. Then, she slammed back really hard and the bottle fell to the floor with a crash, spattering the contents all over, leaving a horrible sweet smell hanging heavy in the room.
One sharp shard of glass lay now only a foot from her. She slithered over to it then turned her body around. She was frightened, reaching blindly for the broken glass, frightened to cut herself. And then she felt the cool surface touch her finger. She picked it up between her thumb and forefinger, then turned it upward so that it rubbed against the rope. Then she scraped the rope, sawing back and forth. She cut her finger on the edge but she didn't care. She could feel the rope beginning to fray. Accidentally she felt the glass knick her wrist But she went on. And then finally she felt the frayed rope give and her hands were free!
She felt her heart jump with joy. Her wrists were all bloodied and there were deep red burn marks from the rope but she didn't care. She had a chance now. She would escape. She would go to the police and have Billy Slade arrested. And then-
But she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about walking the cold streets of New York to find a job, of being homeless in the big, cruel city.
She took the gag from her mouth and bent to release her legs when, suddenly, the door flew open. Charlene stood looking down at her, a cruel, lip-sticked grin across her face.
"My, my, my ..." she said in her gravelly, alcoholic voice,. .our little prisoner is making an escape."
Lily looked up, surprised to see the-woman, bitter that her hopes had so suddenly been dashed. And then a strange kind of confidence overtook her. Despite Charlene's presence she bent to untie her legs.
Charlene walked over to her and grabbed her hands by the wrist. Lily was surprised at the strength in the other woman's grasp.
"Let me do it for you," she said, but the nastiness was thick in her voice. Lily didn't understand. She hesitated, and watched the heavyset blonde untie her leg bindings.
Then Lily stood up, making her way slowly to the door, not knowing what Charlene was going to do.
"Goin' somewhere, skinny?"
Lily felt the doorknob in her palm. She turned it and pulled it open. Charlene held her eyes for a moment, then Lily turned and bolted down the hallway.
And she ran smack into the largest, fattest human being she had ever seen. She almost bounced off of his belly, then tried to run past him down the hallway. But he grabbed her by the wrist and held her pinned like a caught cat. Charlene stood now in the doorway, her mocking laugh echoing through the hallway.
A thin old man opened his door and peered out. Then, understanding it was none of his business, he quietly closed the door again.
"Help! Someone help!" Lily cried out. But a huge hand clamped over her mouth. It was so big it covered her nostrils too and she began to gasp for breath.
"Hey, Fat Freddie ... she can't breathe!" Charlene called out.
"Oh!" said the huge man dully, and pulled his hand away. Then he looked at Lily. She could see his eyes were like the eyes of a twelve-year old or a pet dog. "I'm sorry," he said. "But if you make noise you'll get us in trouble."
"Bring her back here!" said Charlene. "I know just how to keep her quiet."
But Lily screamed again. Fat Freddy put his hand over her mouth again. "I tol' you not to do dat," he said. Then he shoved her into the room and Charlene shut the door.
Lily, on her knees on the bare boards of the floor looked up at these two grotesque creatures with stark fear in her eyes.
"Fat Freddie don't know his own strength," Charlene laughed raucously. "You better be a good girl, or you might get hurt." These last words were said with a menace that chilled her bones.
Fat Freddie was staring at her ... she could see now that he was an idiot, sub-human in intelligence. But there was a puzzled softness in his eyes, and Lily sensed that he was not cruel. Loyal perhaps to Charlene and probably Billy Slade, but not evil.
"Why," asked Lily, "why have you brought me here? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Maybe we're kidnappers," said Charlene.
"But... but I've got no money. My mother is a waitress ... and I never ..."
Charlene's noisy laugh interrupted her.
"I said 'maybe' we're kidnappers. Let's say that money ain't the only thing a person might want from you."
"Just let me go... please ... I won't tell anyone ...I won't..."
"Tell anyone!" Charlene's bright red lips spread in a cruel grin across her face. "What could you tell. That some guy screwed you... honey, that ain't exactly a crime ... Mind you, the way some guys screw it is..."
"And... and tying me up and not letting me go!"
Charlene pulled a pack of cigarettes from her shabby black purse and lit one. Then her mean shrewd eyes looked back at Lily.
"Some girls like that now ... what's to tell the cops, huh? They'll just think you're some kinky broad. Y' know what I mean, sister?" And then that laugh again, a horrible laugh like a carnival fun house.
But that's what they were, carnival people. Fat Freddie the Fat Man, as big as two people. Now she remembered she had seen the painted poster outside the freak show booth.
"Then what do you want with me?"
"Sit down," Charlene said. "Let me explain the facts of life to you ... See, Fat Freddie and me, we ain't exactly gorgeous, ya know what I mean. And me and Freddie got more than that in common. Me and Freddie both like sex, don't we, honey? But see, movie stars, we ain't. Ya think any girl in her right mind would go home with Freddie .., ? And me, I think Billy Slade is kinda cute. He's got a crazy head, ya know, a crazy temper, but I dig him. But Slade, he likes pretty young chicks and they like him. You liked him, didn't ya? So he can score ..."
"But... why .. what... I..."
"Well, honey. See Billy's a friend, he's our good friend, ain't he, Freddie."
"Yeah," said Freddie, "Billy Slade's my best friend."
"And Billy takes care of his friends ... He finds us nice delicious young chicks ... ya dig it now?"
Lily looked at Fat Freddie and got a shock. The big fat man was standing there rubbing his big hand against the crotch of his enormous pants ... just like that... not even caring that other people were around. He was just standing there, rubbing his cock, a dreamy look on his face, spittle running down his chin.
"You're pretty," he said. "You're very pretty... I like you."
Oh God! thought Lily. This is a nightmare. This can't be happening. This can't be real!
Lily's eyes were wide with horror as she saw the huge bulge in the fat man's pants, a bulge big enough to protrude even beneath the layers of his fat belly.
"Freddie wants you to eat his cock, dontcha Freddie."
The fat man rolled his eyes up. "Oh, yeah ... eat my cock ... oooohhhh, please, eat my cock."
"Unzip your pants, Freddie," Charlene told him, like a mother telling her son to put on his galoshes.
Fat Freddie smiled. Then, with the air of an obedient child, he opened his zipper and dropped his pants to the floor. Lily wanted to retch from disgust when she saw his enormous fat white body, the layers and layers of his belly hanging one over the other. And then her eyes traveled down and she saw his cock. It was so big in its erect state that it shot out even beyond the layers of fat, huge and purple and hideous.
"Oh God, no!" she gasped.
"Oh, eat my cock, pretty girl." He was half-speaking, half-groaning as he lumbered toward the bed. Lily just watched him, horrorstricken. He sat down on the bed which looked like it could barely carry his great weight, and then he lay down on his back. The layers of his fat settled around his sides and his cock now stood straight up in the air.
Lily had been terrified by Billy Slade's immense organ, but this was something else. He was as big as a horse! His cock was at least a foot long and perhaps two inches in diameter.
"Fat Freddie's got a nice cock, don't he?" grinned Charlene. "Think you can get it into that prissy little mouth of yours."
Lily looked pleadingly at the other woman. "Please please, let me go." Tears streamed down her face and she felt hopeless despair. "Please let me go." An hysterical wave of tears overtook her.
Charlene slapped her face hard. "Shut up. Lookit poor Freddie playing with himself. Go help the man."
"Please!"
And then, in a flash, Charlene had pulled a small hand gun from the top drawer of the dresser. "Don't give me no trouble, ya hear ... ?"
Terror-stricken, Lily walked towards the bed-She almost feared she would faint, hoped she would faint-her only escape from the horror of this living nightmare-but she didn't. .
Then she stared at Freddie's huge erection and froze. She knew what they wanted her to do, but she couldn't.
"Suck it!" said Charlene. She moved towards her and dug the gun in her back. "Suck it now ... Freddie ain't got off for a while... since that other little cunt run off."
Lily felt the cold metal of the gun in her back. Slowly, she lowered her head toward the huge purple cockhead. Tentatively, she opened her lips. Then suddenly, Freddie shoved his hips upward and her mouth was filled with hot hard cock flesh.
She choked and gagged as he shoved his huge erection part way into her mouth. Oh God! She'd never get the whole thing into her! It was enormous! She would suffocate! He would kill her!
Fat Freddie pressed his cock still deeper into the soft warm cavern of her mouth, stretching her lips painfully. Then she felt the spongy tip hit the back of her throat and she choked. She could hardly breathe. Oh God! It was awful! But Freddie was conscious now only of his lust. His hands reached out to the back of her head and he pressed her head down harder on him.
It was not easy, but somehow Lily managed to take Charlene's advice.
"Now suck him," said Charlene. And she rammed the gun still harder into Lily's back."
Lily tightened her lips around the pulsating girth of his cock and she could taste the first pungent drops of his seething sperm as it bubbled out of the tiny slit at the tip of his cock.
Then the big man groaned. He sounded like a wounded elephant, but it was his pleasure he was expressing. "Ooooohhhh, lick it too, lick it too," he said.
Lily felt the gun in her back. She had never done anything like this before, never even imagined it. But now, instinctively, she knew what to do. Lightly she licked the underside of his immense cock with her tongue.
"Oooooommmmm pppphhhh!" He groaned again with obscene pleasure. He shoved his cock still deeper into her mouth. She choked at first and couldn't breathe, but she followed Charlene's advice and tried to relax her throat. It worked.
Lily's mouth was stuffed with Fat Freddie's cock, but he still hadn't gotten it all the way in. Her face was red with shame, but, for fear of her life, she didn't dare stop what she was doing. Her movements were still tentative though as she wriggled her tongue around the obscenely swollen shaft of the fat man.
Her mouth was stretched painfully but she did not dare stop licking him.
"Bob your head up and down, baby," Charlene ordered. "Fat Freddie don't move so good."
Obediently, she began to bob her head up and down over the massively stiff shaft of the fat man. And at first she thought she would be nauseous from disgust at what she was doing.
"Oooohhh, good," Charlene said from behind her.
Lily was aware that the woman was squirming h ass cheeks around on the bed behind her. "Co hhhh, my own little pussy is getting all hot and w just watching!"
And then that awful thing started happening Lily again. Despite her horror, despite the incredibly ugliness of this pale white fat flesh she was near, the obscenely hard erect penis in her mouth was making her body feel that way again, that same way she had begun to feel when Billy Slade had raped her.
Oh God! Her face was red with shame at what was happening to her, but her whole body felt hot. She tried with her mind to still the strange fires growing in her belly but she couldn't. An obscene thrill stirred in her loins and despite herself she was beginning to enjoy the taste of his lust-bloated penis crammed so horribly in her painfully stretched mouth. She could taste the seminal fluid that oozed from the tip of his cock, and somehow it made her belly churn with still greater passion. She bobbed her head still faster up and down over the length of his huge cock until she could feel his flaccid white belly flesh against her face-but even that didn't cool her own unwanted lust.
Lily could hardly breathe and she gagged involuntarily in an attempt to take more of him into her mouth. It was dreadfully unpleasant, yet at the same time her body began writhing like a snake as she sucked his enormous cock like it was a gigantic lollipop. The feelings of her own body began to frighten her and for a moment she stopped.
Fat Freddie let out a huge groan and Charlene jabbed her back hard with the barrel of the pistol.
"Suck!" she ordered.
So Lily continued sucking and licking at the fat man's enormous cock, taking as much of its huge girth into her mouth as she could, taking it deep into her hotly sucking mouth till she nearly choked. Over and over again she had to gag as the huge purple head lodged in her throat and cut off the air. And each time she slid her mouth up on his thick cock, she caught a glimpse of his huge white folds of fat and felt sick to her stomach. And Freddie was grinning with a kind of idiotic pleasure as the young captive's lips slaved hungrily around his enormous member, sucking and licking the huge shaft, and driving him nearly mad with lust.
There was saliva dripping from the corners of Lily's mouth now, and moving his gigantic hips upward as best he could, he pumped his cock still deeper into her gagging mouth.
At first she groaned from disgust and discomfort as the thrusting thickness invaded the moist cavern of her soft mouth. Yet automatically she realized she was sucking and licking more avidly as if what she really wanted was to draw the hot seething sperm from the huge sacs of his testicles. And then he thrust his massive cock still deeper into her mouth almost to the hilt and Lily was afraid she would strangle. And then she felt the pulsing in his huge member grow stronger and instinctively she knew he was about to cum.
Now she was terrified that, the hot semen shooting into her mouth would really choke her, and, fearing for her life, she suddenly pulled her head away from his cock. With a groan he pushed her head back down on his cock and then suddenly he was cumming.
Fat Freddie's sperm spurted like an erupting volcano, flooding her mouth with hot sticky semen. Gush after hot gush of his sperm filled her mouth to the brim and Lily had no choice but to swallow voraciously. Again and again the salty white hot semen exploded into the warm hollow cavern of her mouth so that she thought he would never stop. But gradually, his orgasm subsided and his deflating organ slipped from her mouth.
The whole experience made Lily feel crazy, unhinged, and hysterical tears began to flow.
"Oh God, Oh God!" she cried through her sobs.
"Aw, shut up!" ordered Charlene. But it did no good.
Lily was crying uncontrollably. "Goddamn it, shut the hell up!" Lily's eyes pleaded for help. She wanted to stop crying, but it was beyond her control. It was as if something inside of her had snapped.
Finally Charlene slapped her face hard. It silenced Lily, but it did not end her terror.
CHAPTER 3
"I gotta get back to the show," said Freddie. It took a great effort on his part and a little help from Charlene to sit up again on the bed, pull up his pants and then stand.
"V oughta go on a diet one of these days," said Charlene.
Fat Freddie looked sad. "But then I couldn't be a fat man anymore. And I don't know how to do anything else."
"Aw, go on," she said. "Squeeze yourself through the door and get outta here."
Freddie turned his head and looked at Lily Wharton. She was sitting dejected, shoulders hunched, on the bed.
"Goodbye, Miss," he said. "You're very pretty."
Those words had a curious effect on Lily. It made her want to cry again, but a different kind of tears. It made her feel touched. The poor fat man ... he was like a child. And no one had ever called her pretty before.
But she couldn't look up at him to say goodbye. She had seen him naked, seen the hideous white rolls of his flesh, taken his huge red penis in her mouth. And the memory revolted and shamed her.
"I think the feeling ain't mutual," Charlene commented. "You better get goin', Freddie."
"She's prettier than the last one," said Fat Freddie as he squeezed himself through the door and lumbered down the hall to the elevator.
"Whadya feeling so sorry for yourself?" asked Charlene of Lily. "Ya did a guy a favor, ya made him feel good. What are you, someone so special? Miss Pure here. Didn't you do it for your boyfriend?"
"I never had a boyfriend."
Charlene raised her eyebrow with interest. "Ohhhh ... You like women then," she grinned.
"I like women ..."
"Aha ... I never would've taken you for a dike honey..."
"A dike?" Lily thought of the little Dutch boy who saved a town from floods. "What do you mean?"
"A queer ... a lezzie ... you like women?" Unconsciously, Charlene began to rub her ample breast with one hand.
Lily still looked puzzled.
"Jesus ... you really don't understand do you?"
"N-no."
"Aw, fergit it."
"When are you going to let me go?" Lily asked. Charlene took a long, hard appraising look at the girl. Yeah, she thought, I know this one's number. "Where you gonna go, anyway?" she asked. "Home."
"Home, huh. Where's home?"
"I'm staying at the YWCA."
"Oh, Real homey, honey." She looked at her shrewdly. "Ya got a job? Ya got money?"
"I'll find one," Lily answered defensively.
"All right. So ya got no home, ya got no money, ya got no job. What's so bad about staying with us?"
Lily could not answer. She broke down into tears again. "Please. I don't want to do those disgusting things anymore."
"You can learn to love it, honey ..."
Lily was silent.
Charlene got up and walked to the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a half-full pint of Scotch. She opened the cap and took a long swig.
"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."
"I don't want to feel better. I want to go home."
"You'd rather go to the YWCA than have a drink with good old Charlene. I'm insulted." Then her voice turned menacing. "Drink, I said."
She handed Lily the bottle and the girl took a tiny tentative sip of the harsh liquor.
"Drink more," said Charlene. "Jesus, you afraid to feel good. I bet you never felt good in your whole damn life."
Lily took a longer sip of the liquor now. The taste was awful and she made a face. It burned on the way down, and then something wonderful began to happen. She began to feel warm and then relaxed.
"Good, huh? Go on. Take some more ..."
She did. It made her feel so much better. She looked at Charlene. She felt sorry for her, She must have been in her mid-forties and Lily suddenly could understand that she wore that grotesque makeup and those cheap clothes because she was clinging to her lost youth.
Lily leaned back against the headboard of the bed. She felt strange, confused. Here she was a prisoner of these horrible people, yet she was feeling better than she ever had in her life. She had never had alcohol before. Her mother drank a lot and Lily hated to see her mother drunk and sloppy and mean.
Charlene was staring at her now. She could see the slender body with those huge melon-like breasts beneath her torn and shabby clothes.
"Ya feelin' a little better?" Charlene asked, sitting beside her on the bed. A shiver of excitement ran through her body as she came near the young captive girl, and it came through as a crack in her voice.
"I feel better," Lily said. She offered a small smile.
"Good, honey. Ya better get used to us, you know. We're gonna keep you here awhile, so ya might as well enjoy."
Charlene put her hand on the girl's thigh and Lily stiffened reflexively, but she did not move away.
"Ya know," said Charlene dreamily, taking another swig on the bottle. "You remind me of me when I was a kid. I didn't always look like this, ya know ... Lots of guys thought I was real pretty." She looked off pensively. "But then they all dumped on me. Guys are shit, ya know that."
Charlene's voice was thick now with alcohol. Lily felt the big blonde squeeze her hand. It made Lily feel strange and quivery inside. And her heart was beating fast.
"We could be friends," Charlene murmured. "We could be real good friends."
Charlene passed the bottle to Lily, who took another swig. Lily was feeling oddly happy. She had never had a friend before.
She felt Charlene's hand massaging her thigh now and she stiffened.
"Don't be scared of me," cooed Charlene, strange smile on her brightly lipsticked mouth. T your friend."
Her voice was soft and smooth now. Lily closed her eyes. When she was a little girl, she had seen a mother once in the park talking softly to her little baby. Lily had always wished that someone would talk that way to her. She closed her eyes. She had a friend now.
Charlene leaned forward and covered Lily's mouth with her own.
The young captive's eyes flew open, and she recoiled in horror.
But Charlene held her firmly now by the shoulders. "Oh, please ... not you too," mumbled Lily. "I thought you said you were my friend." The alcohol, she now realized, was fogging her brain. She believed Charlene was her friend, but it was Charlene who had held a gun to her back and forced her to do that horrible thing with the fat man.
She could smell Charlene's alcoholic breath as the big woman pressed her large breasts against Lily's. Lily was trying to struggle against her, but strange tremors of pleasure were rippling through her belly.
Charlene rubbed the girl's thighs and breasts hungrily now and a tingling desire rippled through
Lily's body. She struggled to pull away.
"Drink some more of this," said Charlene, forcing the bottle between her lips.
Lily was losing control. An obscene lust was gnawing at her insides and the alcohol seemed to make it hard for her to fight the feelings.
She just lay there passively as Charlene undressed her. From time to time the big blonde would murmur: "I'm your friend, honey. I'll be good to you."
Lily's mind could barely accept what was happening. She had been through two ordeals of savage lust and now she was being undressed and caressed by a woman. And her body was responding to the caress. It was as if all the fight had been taken out of her by the horrible events of the day, and she just lay there, passive and exhausted and very drunk.
Charlene stood up and undressed herself and Lily looked away.
When Charlene was naked she spoke commandingly to the girl. "Look at me... look at me," she ordered.
The breath caught in Lily's throat as she gazed up at Charlene. The big, middle-aged blonde woman had her huge breasts cupped in her hands. They were so big that they overflowed. Charlene caressed herself obscenely. Her nipples were enormous, and Charlene was pulling and pinching them.
And somehow the sight of the naked woman massaging herself made the breath catch in Lily throat. She could feel the tight grip of passion se' her loins and suddenly she was aware that she wanted to be fondled and caressed.
And while the big blonde played with her own huge breasts, she stared at Lily's body. Her gaze traveled hungrily over the young girls' smooth slender flesh with a mixture of envy and lust. Once she had been slender and beautiful too.
Then Charlene's eyes caught the hair-covered mound of her pubes and her tongue snaked out and wet her lips. Then her eyes traveled up to the young girl's slender waist and taut flat belly, then finally stopped at those enormously firm breasts.
She groaned with animalistic desire at the sight of the girl's phenomenally solid breasts.
"Don't be afraid of me," she said, sensing that Lily's panic had returned. "I ain't gonna hurt ya. Did Slade hurt ya? Men are so rough. But I won't be."
She sat beside Lily on the bed again. She circled one of her red-polished nails around the pink areola of the young girl's breasts.
Lily didn't know what to do. She knew the futility of trying to evade the woman's advances. She would just get her gun and force her to give in. But Lily was also aware that her own body was trembling. Charlene's obscene circling of her nipple was arousing her as she had never been aroused before. Her body was trembling, out of her conscious control.
When Charlene climbed on to top of her and straddled her body she didn't protest. Her body felt hot and flushed. Her thighs were trembling badly. Then she felt Charlene's hairy pubic mound press against her own, then the huge blonde's breasts crushed down on her own, causing her nipples to tingle and grow still harder and more erect. Her senses were reeling and she was aware of strange sounds emanating from her own lips, little animal mewls that seemed to come up from her pussy.
The Scotch had so relaxed her body that she was actually enjoying this sinful lesbian seduction. Charlene seemed in a world of her own, a world of carnal sensation, and she rubbed her body obsessively against Lily's, grinding her fleshy hips around and around in a rhythmic circular motion. And Lily's own body did not remain still. Her hips began to make their own sensual circles involuntarily.
Charlene reached up and began to fondle Lily's breasts, rubbing the nipples with her thumbs until they ached from pleasure. Lily was feeling hot and feverish. Incredible sensations coursed through her body and she could feel her pussy slit moistening from the stimulating effects of the other woman's ministrations. Her body had taken over. The alcohol had made her brain powerless to fight the sensations raging through her. She was more aroused than she had ever been before and she couldn't fight it... didn't want to fight it.
It was not just the lust she felt ... it was the tenderness that Charlene had showed her. No one had ever touched her tenderly before.
Instinctively she locked her legs around Charlene's fleshy thighs, and her hips began to grind back and forth against her naked loins.
And then, as if she were watching herself from outside, her sense of horror at what was happening returned.
"Oh God, no!" she suddenly cried out. "Don't do this to me!"
Charlene stopped her protests by crushing her lips hard against the girl's, thrusting her tongue deep between her lips. Then she slithered up so that her breast pressed against the girl's lips.
"Suck it, honey. Suck my big tit!"
Lily opened her mouth to protest and got a mouth full of nipple. The smooth texture took her by surprise, and the hardness of the other woman's nipple was tantalizing. Lily could not resist this return to the maternal breast, a pleasure she had known so briefly as a child. She sucked the nipple still deeper into her mouth and began swirling her tongue around it teasingly.
Charlene was in heaven, and her body writhed with abandonment. Lily's tongue was curling up and around as her mouth opened wider to suck her breast still deeper inside. Her thighs twitched and she ground her fleshy body hard against the girl's. She was breathing heavily now, hard and fast.
She reached down between them and guided her index finger into the hot dampness of Lily's aroused pussy. Lily was lost now in obscene sensations and when she felt the sudden contact of Charlene's finger in her hot cuntal slit, she moaned mindlessly, and slid her leg up along the other woman's body, exposing her pussy even wider to the blonde woman's wanton actions. Her body was shuddering in anticipation of what would happen next.
The combination of alcohol and the nightmarish events which had taken place that afternoon had severed the girl's connection from reality. She felt as if she no longer knew who she was. Her conscious mind felt reality so painful that it had abandoned her to her animal body which could not distinguish right from wrong. And now she reveled in mindless and obscene sensation.
Now Charlene had two fingers invading Lily's vaginal opening. They massaged her swollen pussy lips, slowly working them apart, aided by the warm moisture that was seeping down from her pussy. Then slowly the fingers began to insinuate themselves deeper, still deeper up into Lily's hotly writhing cunt.
She was sucking feverishly now on the huge fleshy mound of Charlene's breast, nipping hungrily at the erect bud of her nipple at the same time that Charlene thrust her fingers still deeper into the tight warm cavern of her pussy.
Never in her life had Lily felt such incredible pleasure. Her tongue worked feverishly around the big red nub of Charlene's nipple and her hand slipped down between their bodies, seeking out the other woman's cuntal lips. She could feel how hot and wet Charlene was and she slipped her finger easily inside. It felt so stange and wonderful, so smooth and warm and tight.
The two women were thrusting fingers into each other's cunts, their bodies writhing like crazed animals on the old hotel bed. Their breasts rubbed together, one mass of flesh against the other, nipple to nipple as they moved inexorably towards their satisfaction.
Lily felt Charlene's hand spreading apart the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks and her body stiffened. Then, when the big blonde suddenly inserted her finger into the tight elastic ring of the young girl's anus, Lily cried out with pain.
What a disgusting thing to do.' thought Lily, yet her body was responding with a kind of pained pleasure. And she began to work her ass cheeks back until the finger was deeply imbedded in her tight rear orifice, and once again their bodies writhed and bucked furiously together, their r fingers ramming savagely inside each other's passion-drenched bodies, hurtling relentlessly towards their mutual satisfaction.
And then the protests of Lily's conscious mind began to surface again, and the knowledge of what was happening, of what this time she was allowing to happen, horrified her.
"Stop! Dear God! Stop!" she cried out, as much a message to herself as to Charlene. And yet she knew that if the other woman stopped, her feeling of loss would be immense.
Charlene, sensing with great accuracy what the young girl was feeling, slithered down Lily's lovely slender body and, grabbing her by the ankles, spread her legs wide apart. Then, staring down at Lily's wetly gleaming pussy lips, she bent forward, lowering her head to the hotly pulsating cunt. Oohhhh, she thought, how I love the taste of pussy!
She gripped Lily's slender white thighs, digging her fingers into them in her fervor, and locked her mouth over the wetly seeping pussy. Then, slowly she began to worm her tongue into the soft depths of the other woman's hotly pulsating cunt.
Lily could no longer fight her own overwhelming desire and now she abandoned herself, writhing and bucking to the lewd tongue-fucking of the woman who only an hour ago had held a gun in her back and forced her into an obscene oral act with the fat man.
Her buttocks were grinding into the old hotel striving eagerly for the other woman's tongue, small of her back arching and dropping with thrust.
Charlene was delighting in tongue-fucking the young captive girl. She had looked so plain, so meek, but she was a hot one all right. The big blonde could feel Lily's pussy walls clasping and unclasping hungrily around the invading tongue, sucking it, almost pulling it at the roots.
Lily's head flailed from side to side as she moaned in sensual delirium, her lips trembling and her neck muscles straining. She reached up over her head, pressing her hands against the old wooden headboard, her stiff-nippled breasts quivering obscenely. She was utterly lost now in this illicit lesbian passion.
So that when Charlene pulled her head away, Lily, who only moments before had cried out begging her to stop, felt the most terrible sense of loss. Her pelvis strained upward, searching for the lost tongue, longing for the warm moist contact again.
She could feel Charlene shifting her position on the bed until her blonde hair-fringed pussy was right up against Lily's mouth. The big blonde was thrilling now to the feel of the young girl's hot breath tingling her own erect clitoris, and at the same time she pressed her lips against Lily's pussy, her hips unduluting rhythmically now before the young girl's face, seeming to beg for her oral embrace.
Lily was frightened and hesitant. She knew now what was required of her but she had never done anything like this before in her life. Yet Charlene's continued ministrations to her own hotly churning pussy felt so incredibly wonderful she felt almost indebted to return the gift. Yet she hesitated-until she felt Charlene's tongue withdraw suddenly from her pussy. .
"Do it to me," Charlene commanded, and there was an angry menacing tone in her Voice. And then she felt Charlene's hands on her head, drawing it towards her hairy pubic mound, pressing her head hard until her lips touched the other's woman's cuntal flesh.
"Go on, lick me!"
Slowly, Lily's mouth opened and her tongue sought the hardened bud of Charlene's throbbingly erect clitoris.
And Lily began instinctively now to tongue-fuck the other woman's pussy, licking Charlene's sweet pussy juices, lashing teasingly at the little column of lust-hardened flesh. Then she slid her tongue into the crevice of Charlene's hotly seeping cunt and began to tongue-fuck her as she was being tongue-fucked herself. And now the passion in her body had increased to fever pitch. She felt an abandoned rush of desire, a voracious and overwhelming lust. And the sweet warm wetness of the big blonde's cunt was driving her still deeper into the maelstrom of desire.
Now Lily dared to reach up and cup the overflowing flesh of Charlene's enormously full breasts in her hands, while her mouth and tongue continued their hot ravishment of the blonde woman's hotly pulsating cuntal flesh.
Then, for a moment, she slowly withdrew her tongue to once again take the throbbing button of her clitoris into her mouth. She nipped at it with her little white teeth and ran her tongue around and around, driving Charlene to fever pitch, and then, at exactly the right moment, she inserted her tongue once again into the hotly clinging depths of her madly churning pussy.
Now Charlene's mouth opened still wider as her tongue sawed frantically in and out of Lily's wildly pulsating cunt. She began to fuck the young captive harder and faster, sliding her hotly probing tongue deep up into Lily's hotly seeping cuntal passage, reveling in the unintelligibly muffled whimpers that were coming from her throat. At the same time her hips tossed and jerked with the overpowering sensations produced by Charlene's hotly thrusting tongue.
And Lily's tongue answered in the same rhythm, sawing abandonedly in and out of Charlene's hotly flowing cunt, as both women rode irrevocably to- wards orgasm.
And, as the older blonde woman sucked her madly writhing pussy, the waves of pleasure began to spread in larger and larger circles. She knew she was hurtling towards some conclusion, but its nature was a mystery to her, for she had never experienced an orgasm. Suddenly, she reached the pinnacle of some great imaginary mountain and her body began to convulse with wave after wave of unbelievable release. She didn't know what was happening to her. She felt almost as if she were dying, yet it was wonderful, incredibly wonderful, like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She was totally caught up in the throes of her violent passion, and she reached down and grabbed Charlene's bleached blonde hair, forcing her greedily working mouth still tighter into that rapturous center of pleasure in her lustfully exploding cunt. She felt as if a million volts of electricity had jarred her, passing through her quivering loins, as the woman who was her captor continued the insane abandonment of her tongue-fucking.
And then Charlene lifted her head from Lily's pussy, her face contorted into a weird mask of passion, and she cried out like a wounded tigress ...
Lily could feel the other woman's vaginal muscles . spasming around her tongue as Charlene's orgasmic fluids flooded her lips and streamed down her chin. And then it was quiet.
Charlene collapsed on top of her, passed out, snoring, oblivious to the world.
Lily felt wide awake. Once her normal consciousness had been regained, a flood of shame washed over her. Tears flooded her eyes and she was overwhelmed with guilt for what she had just done.
With Billy Slade it had been rape at knifepoint ... with Fat Freddie it had been because Charlene had held a gun at her back.
But no one had forced her into this ... no one forced her to feel those strange sensations she had felt... no one forced her to the point of that incredible orgasm she had just experienced.
She was torn now by a mass of conflicting feelings. On the one hand she felt a curious affection towards the heavy blonde sleeping on her breast. She leaned over and placed a tender kiss on Charlene's cheek, and then recoiled in horror at her own feelings.
On the other hand, she knew that if she didn't try to escape now, she might never have another chance.
CHAPTER 4
As long as she could hear the heavy even breathing of the sleeping Charlene, Lily Wharton knew she was safe. She listened attentively for any change in that sound as she silently worked her way out from beneath the heavy bleached-blonde woman.
She dressed quickly, but silently, barely breathing herself for fear of waking Charlene. Her blouse was in tatters where Billy Slade had slashed it. But she couldn't worry about that now. She threw on her thin woolen coat, pulling it tightly around her.
Then she took a quick glance in the mirror over the old wooden dresser. She could hardly believe her eyes. She almost didn't recognize her own eyes ... they seemed haunted, afraid, and filled with a loathesome knowledge of her own obscene carnality. Her face looked blue where Slade had hit her in the jaw, and here eyes were rimmed with red from all the tears she had shed.
Just as she reached the door, something very strange in her heart made her hesitate just as she touched the door handle. She froze there for a moment, torn by an awful feeling of confusion.
Where would she go from here, she wondered. Would she starve to death, homeless and alone on the desolate streets of New York.
For here, in this strange situation, for the first time in her life she had been wanted. Fat Freddie, as grotesque as his huge body was, as obscene as the experience of oral sex she had been forced into, Fat Freddie had liked her, had been kind to her.
And Charlene, with her brassy bleached hair, her thickly made up face, her toughness, had embraced her as no one ever had before, had given her the warmth of allowing human touch that she had never even known with her mother.
But they were crazy! They were sick! Possibly even willing to take her life! She had to leave ... escape while she could.
Somewhere, even though her life had been one long bleak history of oppression, inside of her still glimmered a ray of hope for a better life. And her instinct for preservation, for survival, broke through her hesitation, as she opened the door and quietly sneaked out into the hallway.
She looked around, fearing that she would encounter Billy Slade or Fat Freddie in the hallway. But the corridor was empty.
She walked to the elevator. A feeling of elation overcame her, She would make it! She was almost free!
She stepped out in the shabby lobby of the hotel. The desk clerk looked up. Something in his cold stare sent a chill through her body. She walked past him. Suddenly he called out to her-
"Miss," he said.
Reflexively she stopped to answer him. "Y-yes?"
He stepped out from behind the desk. He grabbed her arm harshly with his bony fingers. Something in his voice seemed menacing.
"Ain't you with Billy Slade and them circus people?" he asked.
Something inside her warned her not to answer. Something told her to just say no and continue to the doors.
"No," she said and tried to pull away. But he held her fast.
"You're lying. I saw you come in with Billy."
"Let go of me!" she cried out. She knew instinctively that his intentions were evil.
He laughed viciously and slapped her face. "Shut up. You'll bring the fuzz!"
But that was just what she wanted. The police. She would not feel safe until se had gone to the police, until these crazy and dangerous people had been arrested. Who knows how many other girls beside herself had been their victim. She pulled herself violently away from him but he caught her fast again.
"Oh, a wild one!" he grinned.
And then she began to scream. He cupped his hand over her mouth to silence her and then dragged her into the little office behind the front desk.
She struggled wildly to free herself, but though he was tall and thin he had powerful wiry muscles, and she was no match for him. He kept one hand over her mouth while with the other he reached into a drawer and pulled out a short, snub-nosed pistol.
Her terror now made her quiet and she stopped struggling.
He was grinning oddly at her now.
"You're my ticket outta here," he said.
"W-what are you talking about."
"Hah!" he laughed without humor. "I bet you think I'm just a dumb desk clerk right. But I ain't
I'm somebody too. I keep tellin' Billy I'd be good in a carnival I keep tellin' him. But he thinks I'm nobody too. But now I've got you ... And I'm gonna turn you over to Billy. Then they'll show me some respect.
"Now," he continued. "I'm gonna make sure you ain't gonna get away. Gonna make sure." He was talking fast and nervous. He was excited. Lily could see that. And the gun was trembling in his hand. She prayed it wouldn't go off by accident.
"Please," she whispered. "Put the gun away... I won't make any trouble."
"Oh, no," he repeated. "You're my ticket outta here ... outta here...."
"But ... but they're sick," she said. "They're wicked ... you must let me go. I-I've never done anything to you." She rubbed her face where it was black and blue. "Billy hit me there ... and they... they did other things to me... brutal things. Please ... just let me go."
"Don't talk that way about my friends," he said. They're gonna take me with them. Gonna take me outta here... outta this crazy city. Gonna go on the road with the carnival..." He smiled oddly. Lily could see now that the man was unhinged. She knew she wouldn't be able to reason with him. Perhaps she could strike a bargain with him. She had nothing to lose anymore.
"If you let me go," she said, her eyes suddenly coy, "I can make it worth your while."
"Oh yeah ... how's that?"
"I can make you feel good." The too-sweet suggestive sound of her own voice made her almost sick, but she knew there was no other way for her to get free. If she didn't escape now, she would spend the rest of her days-until they disposed of her- with those perverted and horrible people.
"Well," he said leeringly, "let's see what ya got. Ya look kinda skinny to me."
She hesitated a moment out of fear. She had never done anything like this before in her life.
"Go on," he said. "Let's see the goods."
Shyly she opened her coat. Her breasts were bare beneath her torn blouse and though she was terribly embarrassed, it was now a question of survival.
A surge of power overcame the meek desk clerk. She was his prisoner now. He could turn her over to Billy Slade-later-if he wanted to. But now she was his. He had the gun and she would do whatever he wanted her to. Shit! He'd kill her if she didn't!
He could see her erect pink nipples barely covered by the torn blouse. Shit! She had a gorgeous pair of tits! You never would have thought such a skinny broad had such great tits, he thought.
"Open your blouse, baby ... take it off ..." he said his voice cracking with lust.
"Oh God!" he moaned at the sight of those two bare melon-like breasts. The gun was still in his hand as he rubbed the swell of his cloth-encased cock and began unconsciously stroking up and down on the rock-hard bulge with rapid, rhythmic motion.
"Jesus!" he groaned. It'd been so long since he'd had a woman ... it'd been months. And then it had only been with an old whore who couldn't pay for her room. Not a beautiful young thing like this.
He placed the gun down on a table-but just within reach. He wasn't stupid. Let her just try and grab for it... let her just try.
In an instant Lily's foot shot out and hit him hard in the stomach. He reeled backwards and fell against the door. Lily grabbed the gun, picked it up. Her hand was shaking but she tightened her grip to hold it steady.
He looked her straight in the eyes, trying to judge whether or not to lunge for the gun.
"You'd better not move," she said. "You'd better not... I -- I'll shoot if you do."
"Damn you ... damn you!" he cried out. His disappointment was overwhelming. Why did he have to fail at everything? She was gonna be his ticket out of here. That was one thing. And for another, his cock had got so big and hard, he had wanted to fuck her so bad. And now all his hopes were dashed to the ground. "You little bitch!" he whimpered.
She was backing toward the door now, her eyes never leaving his crouched figure. Still staring at him, she reached behind her and felt for the doorknob. She found it and opened it and then-Lily felt a strong arm around her waist and a hand grabbing the gun from hers. She had been taken completely by surprise, completely off guard.
Now Charlene stood in the doorway, gun in hand, a big grin on her bright red mouth.
"You're all so smart," she said. "But I win in the end ... I always do."
Lily was terrified now of reprisal.
"Don't look so pathetic, Neil," she said to the clerk. "I suppose this was gonna be yer big moment, huh?" She smiled cruelly. "Well, you blew it, Neil. You'll always blow it."
"I-I thought maybe if I brought her back you'd let me travel with you."
"You're a loser, Neil. What good are you to us?"
"I can do something," he pleaded. "Anything. I hate it here. Please!"
"Do you give good head, Neil baby?" Charlene smiled. "I coulduse a guy who really knows how to eat pussy."
"Sure ... sure ..." said Neil...
He was rubbing his crotch... Charlene's proposition had given him a hard-on again.
"But I don't do it back, ya dig?" she said. "You wanna come with us, you eat me, I don't gotta do nothing back. Understand?"
But now his eyes were glazed over with lust.
"You horny son-of-a-bitch," Charlene grinned. "I won't do nothin', but Lily here, she gives good head ... she'll eat your dick and you can eat my pussy. You like cock, dontcha kid?"
Lily shook her head and closed her eyes. Oh God, the nightmare was only beginning.
"You ate Fat Freddie real good, didn't ya."
Now Charlene pointed the gun at her. "I can't stand to see a man in need like that. Where's your sympathy honey? Help the guy out."
Neil unzipped his fly and his burgeoning cock shot forth hot and red from his pants. He stroked it smoothly with his own hand.
"Come on," said Charlene ... "Suck him."
Neil was pressing this throbbing shaft of hot flesh against her slightly parted red lips now.
"Come on, suck it, you little cock-teaser," he said.
Lily knew that once again she had no choice. She parted her lips and her little pink tongue shot out to flick tentatively at the spongy purple cockhead, where a pearl-like drop of seminal fluid glistened in the tiny crevice.
"I said suck it!" Neil said, trying to recoup his pride after the blow it had suffered.
She ovalled her lush lips and encircled the hotly pulsating head. Then she drew the thick pole of flesh still another inch deeper into her mouth, Lily stared in horror at the thick length of the purple- veined cock slipping into her mouth.
"Now, you're gonna do the same for me," said Charlene, who lifted her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor.
Then she knelt down so that she could put her pussy right over Neil's face. "Go on," she said to Lily, who was staring up in astonishment. "Don't stop sucking Neil off, while he tongues my hungry cunt."
Neil's tongue began to lick at the moistly heated lips of Charlene's cunt, while at the same time Lily now had more than half of his lust-bloated cock inside her mouth. And the sight of her lips straining around his rigid member like tight elastic increased the incredible hotly swirling sensations shooting up the length of his cock now. He thrust still more of his red-hot poker into her bulging cheeks and finally got it in almost to the root.
Then, treating her mouth as if it were pussy, he slowly pulled his cock back as she sucked with a slow excruciating motion. At the same time, he ran his tongue over the succulent pink flesh of Charlene's pussy slit, then abruptly withdrew it to titillate the nub of her desire-maddened clitoris.
She was some hot broad, Charlene was, he thought. Too fat for his taste, and too old and too ugly, but shit, she sure loved sex. He could see from the expression on her passion-flushed face that she was really loving it, and he forced his lips and tongue where they would do the most good.
And then the thought suddenly dawned on him- two broads, he was having two broads at onetime. A moment ago he had felt lost and helpless, and now he was living what most men only dreamed of. Him, Neil Cassidy, the meek desk clerk nobody respected, was having sex with two broads at one time!
He continued to suck Charlene's hotly seeping pussy mouth, sliding his hungry tongue deep into her crazily clutching cunt. Then quickly he withdrew it to swirl once more over her fluted rose cuntal lips before thrusting it still deeper up into her clinging passage. Her fat white thighs were quivering helplessly on either side of his face and he could hear her moaning with pleasure.
He could feel the pulsating smooth walls of her pussy sheath surrounding his invading tongue, making Neil feel as if she was trying to pull it all the way deep inside of her. He was amazed at the power of Charlene's cuntal muscles.
"Unnnhhhhh ... Ohhhh hhhh ... ahhhh hhhh-hh..." the big blonde chanted breathlessly as Neil's tongue snaked even deeper up into her hotly quivering pussy. "Unnhhhh ... Oooooohhhh, Neil ... you're such a mannnnnn!"
At the same time Lily's miserable whimpers mingled with Neil and Charlene's sounds of pleasure as she tried to keep from gagging on the red-hot stiffness in her mouth.
Neil Cassidy had never in his wildest dreams imagined that such happiness could be his. He could barely imagine anything better than this, when suddenly Charlene, overcome by the wanton perversity of this oral triangle, threw her body down across Neil's chest. It drove him half-mad with pleasure to feel her soft, fleshy breasts against his chest, and then he felt an even more incredible surge of pleasure as he realized that there were now two female tongues swirling around the enormously huge shaft of rock-hard flesh protruding from his groin.
"Aaaahhhhhh hhhhh!" he groaned mindlessly, digging his tongue deeper up into the hotly writhing wetness of Charlene's cunt, which still pressed hard against his lips. It was the most fantastic thing he had ever experienced in his life. While Lily sucked his cock hard into her mouth, Charlene's tongue swirled madly around the rest of it-the full length of it on the outstroke, and the base of it when Lily sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
This dual stimulation of his lust-throbbing cock ... the maternal softness of Charlene's enormously fleshy breasts, and the sweet odor wafting from her cunt, made his lust-bloated testicles churn wildly with sperm.
Then, as Lily's mouth slid smoothly over the length of his hotly throbbing member-at the same time that his own mouth was devouring Charlene's passion-drenched pussy-great swirls of lust were building deep inside him as suddenly he felt Charlene's mouth nibbling maddeningly at his sperm-filled balls.
In the little back office of the cheap New York hotel, the three intertwined figures bucked and slaved over one another as overpowering currents of depraved and lustful electricity turned their bodies into a crazily writhing mass of white-hot flesh. Even Lily, once again, had not been able to stave off the fires of her own desire, and now, her own hand rubbed madly at her genitals as they all strove toward their climaxes. As the obscene tempo of their passion increased, the three felt themselves spinning uncontrollably in a swirling maelstrom of deep and obscene lust.
Neil was muttering incoherently now as the two women avidly mouthed his cock and balls. Lily, caught up now in the obscene rhythm of their triad of lust, was whipping her tongue in rapid staccato motions around the dilating glans of his cock and an inhuman groan came from deep in his throat as Charlene, at the same time, lapped voraciously but gently at his lust-bloated balls.
"Oh... oh... oh... Oh Godddddd!" he cried out in an agony of lustful passion. "Oh... oh... oh... oh ... I'm cummmmmm mminggggg!"
And then, without warning, a searing flood of his white-hot semen spurted out into Lily's hotly sucking mouth and cascaded down her throat. The poor girl was caught by surprise and she choked and gasped, swallowing every drop of his burning semen. Charlene, her eyes gleaming with mad lust licked crazily at the trails of sperm that had dribbled down to his balls, at the same time grinding her burning pussy harder against Neil's still-licking mouth.
And Lily had shifted her position. Her hand had worked crazily against her clitoris, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed contact with Neil. And so she shifted her position, straddling Neil's leg, ad she ground her cunt hard against his thigh, striving for her own climax.
The long-pent-up semen rushed up from Neil's exploding testicles as spasm after spasm of ecstatic release shuddered through his entire body. And his face was still pressed up against Charlene's madly churning pussy, his tongue, as if of its own will, digging frantically up into her hotly clasping cunt as his climax sent skyrockets through his mind and body.
And then suddenly Lily's body began to stiffen. Her slender torso arched up high over his thigh and her semen-filled mouth pulled away from his still-spurting cock as she wailed out her own incredible climax. Then, as soon as it was over, overcome immediately with shame, she fell across his thighs, wailing and still spasming and crying in degradation.
At the same moment that Lily's lips left Neil's still-spasming cock, Charlene's lips surrounded it and she sucked with all her might on the ejaculating thickness to drain every last drop of hot male semen. And the utter depravity of laving up his cock after another woman had already sucked it, suddenly shoved Charlene's own body over the brink into the endless chasm of ecstasy.
"I'm cummminngggg gggg!" she wailed. "Oh, God! I'm cummmmiiiinnggggg!"
For what seemed an eternity the three spasming bodies shuddered and writhed in a mass of carnal satisfaction, Lily's cries of shame mixing with the other's groans of pleasure.
Again, her body had betrayed her. She was doomed now, she knew. She would never escape. And even if she did escape from these captors, from Charlene and Billy Slade, she would always be a slave to the horrible betrayal of her own lusting body.
CHAPTER 5
There are people who say that the secret of human survival has been resiliency-the ability to adapt to any situation that will keep a human being alive despite incredible odds.
Lily Wharton was a human animal who had received enough abuse in her lifetime to make a total collapse seem inevitable. Lily Wharton was the kind of person that suicides are made from.
She had known nothing of human love, of kindness, very little of pleasure, except the solitary appreciation of the spring flowers, of the autumn colors, of the unsullied smile of a baby.
It had taken her all of her short life to find the nerve to leave home, to come to New York to seek something better that life had never even allowed her to glimpse. But New York had put her in the hands of a group of freaks who had terrified her, threatened her and raped her-again and again and again.
After her attempted escape, they had kept her tied to the bed, always with someone to guard her with a gun. And each of them, Billy Slade, Charlene, Fat Freddie, and now Neil Cassidy, the desk clerk, took their pleasure with her as they wished. There were times she wished she could free herself from the bonds which tied her to the bed when she was left alone-only so that she could hurtle herself out the window and find an end to her pain through suicide.
And then there were worse times-when the carnal pleasure she experienced at the hands of her captors made her feel a sense of shame and degradation she had never known before.
The carnival moved out of New York City and Lily went with it. They traveled upstate to Buffalo, then across the North through Detroit, St. Paul, then south to Kansas City and New Orleans.
Little by little, without realizing it, she no longer thought of escape. They tied her up less and less frequently and the first time she had a chance to escape-she didn't. She felt as if something were holding her there-ties of affection she could barely believe she felt.
She had been taken captive by freaks-but that was what she had always been. And in the strangest way, she began to feel at home.
"How did you get to be with the carnival?" she asked Charlene one day. "Didn't you ever want to get married and have a family and settle down."
"That's for squares, for marks," she said.
"I always dreamed," Lily confessed, "that somebody someone real nice and good looking like Billy," she blushed here for she did not want anyone to realize how she was beginning to feel about Billy Slade ... "that someone like that would fall in love with me." She blushed modestly. "I don't know why ... It was a corny dream. I thought someone would find something beautiful in me and love me and we would have a pretty house and kids, and I would bake cakes and make everyone happy." She was glowing as she remembered her dream and it touched even Charlene's tough old heart.
"Guys is interested in pussy, honey ... dreams like that..." her eyes drifted off ... "dreams like that are for little girls. I had 'em once, sure I did."
"You did?"
"Sure. See, my mother was a hooker. She was a rotten woman, always belting me ... I think I must've cried the first fifteen years of my life nonstop." She laughed ironically. "So I used to take myself to the movies on Saturday ... 25 cents... I remember... and I usedta watch all them beautiful movie stars in all them beautiful houses. Hah! Then, when I was sixteen, my mother pushed me out in the street. I hadda make a living and I didn't know about anything but hooking. So that's what I did. Didn't have no room in my brain no more for dumb dreams. Those guys that lived in pretty houses with their wives all came to me ... that's what they never showed in them Hollywood pictures."
"Well, how did you wind up in the carnival?" "I'm too old to make a good living hookin' now... besides ... old pros don't live too long you know. And while life ain't been exactly soft for me, it's all there is honey.... So I hooked up with Billy Slade 'd known him since he was this high ... since h was a little kid ..."
Wow," said Lily. "I never really knew who you ere before."
'That's me honey. That's my story." "Tell me about Billy," she asked shyly. "Hey, kid. Are you soft on Billy Slade?" Lily didn't answer. But she blushed clear up to her hairline. Suddenly Charlene's face grew grave. "Don't fall in love with Billy Slade," she said.
"You're only askin' for trouble if you do!"
"I don't care about him," said Lily.
"Yes you do. I been watching it happen all these weeks. Soon's he comes into the room, your eyes get all soft like a cow's. You better watch it. I'm tellin' you. I love Billy Slade, but he don't have a heart like other human beings. Money ... that's his one and only love."
"But why ... why is he like that. I mean, he's so handsome and he seems so sweet sometimes-when he's not angry."
"Honey, don't you know that's his con."
"W-what do you mean."
"He's a con, honey. All us carnival people are cons. Stick around long enough, you'll be one too."
"But sometimes ... when he makes love to me...
Charlene laughed loud and hard. "Makes love! Hah! That's rich! Love might as well be a word from Mars for all it means to Billy. Love. Hah! Hah! He fucks you baby, that's all. You better not forget that ... for your own good."
"But ... but sometimes he's so nice to me ... I could just melt inside."
"Sure he is. Like I said, it's his con. He cons women real good."
"But... but why?"
"Why," said Charlene. "Why?" She laughed again. "Who knows why anything. Ya want an answer, like I was a shrink or something.. . Okay. I'll give you one ... Now that I think about it, it makes sense. Maybe there's really something in all that psycho ... psycho-..." "Analysis ..."
"Yeah... See, Billy's mother was a hooker too... they lived in my building up in Washington Heights, you know, near Harlem. Anyway, I never seen a kid love his mom as much as Billy Slade. Then one day she got into a fight with a Puerto Rican prostitute about the street they were both hustling. They were wrestling on the cold sidewalk, tearing each other's hair out, and then the P.R. whore pulls a razor blade out from under her tongue and slits Billy's mom's throat. The kid was watching this all frim the stoop of their house. An ambulance came but she bled to death on the way to the hospital. Billy was eleven. That night he climbed in the window of that Puerto Rican whore's apartment and stabbed her to death. That's Billy Slade. So don't go fantasizing no white picket fence around him, you dig?"
Billy Slade was getting drunk in a bar in the French Quarter with Fat Freddy and Neil.
"Shit, man," said Billy. "I tell you, I'm goddamn sick of bein' poor, and that's the truth... Goddamn sick of it ... Hey, baby," he called out to the waitress, eyeing her voluptuous body beneath her skin-tight uniform ... bring us some more beers, will ya."
"Everybody's poor," said Fat Freddie. "Ain't hardly no one's rich." In his dumb simplicity Fat Freddie often spoke more truth than anyone else.
"Aw, shut up," Neil told him. "What do you know?"
"No... Freddie's right," said Billy. "Ain't hardly no one's rich . .. But I don't wanna be rich like no Rockefeller ... just wanna make more money ... just a little more money ... buy me a nice car, instead of that funky old carny truck ..." He sighed. "Yeah. I'd buy me one of them Jaguar cars... shee-eeiiit! That's a hot little car."
"But I can't fit in them little foreign cars," said Freddie dolefully.
"Well, we'll buy you a special made car with a giant front seat, so's you don't have to ride in the back of the truck no more like you was cattle or something."
"Would ya... would ya really get me a special car if we all had money, Billy? Would ya?"
"Sure I would ... What about you Neil, baby? What would you do if you had money?"
Neil blushed. "If I tol' you Billy, you'd just make fun of me ..."
"Aw cut the shit... Hey!" he called out to the big-busted waitress again. "More beer, I said. Move that gorgeous ass of yours, honey!"
She placed a large pitcher of beer on the table and
Billy poured out three glasses.
"Join us, honey?" Billy asked.
"No thinks, Romeo ... I seen your type before." And she walked away, swinging her hips as if to taunt them.
"So, Neil," said Billy wanting to have some fun at Cassidy's expense... "What did you say you'd do if you had some money ... It's good fairy time ... What's your wish?"
"Aw Billy, don't make me tell..."
"Come on," said Billy. "Tell Uncle Billy ..."
Neil was weak. It didn't take much manipulation to make him give up.
"Well," he said. "I get kinda lonely, sometimes ..."
"You got us for company, and that Lily broad for pussy ... even Charlene for a change of diet ... What the hell are you complainin' about..."
"You mean, if you had some bucks you'd just waste it on more pussy?"
"No, Billy, that's not what I mean." Neil looked frustrated at Billy's lack of understanding.
"Don't tell me you're tryin' to say you want a wife!" He howled with laughter. "A wife! A wife! Oh, Neil, you're really nuts. What guy in his right mind wants a wife ..."
Now Neil was embarrassed but he felt the need to defend himself. "You know, Billy, just someone to hold you at night, and listen to thunderstorms and go to the zoo."
Billy was howling with uncontrollable laughter now. "Thunderstorms ... hah! hah! hah! The zoo! Oh Neil, you crack me up. You just crack me up... I'm talking about makin' a few bucks and you wanna little nest... wit' little birdies too, I bet."
Neil was shamed into silence. But he had spoken the truth. He was a lonely man and he wanted a woman for company. That was the simple truth.
Just then three men in double-knit suits walked into the bar. Each of them was wearing a pair of white shoes, each of them had the identical short haircut, and each of them wore plaid jackets- though of a different material.
"Whoa ..." said Billy. "A couple of fine marks just walked through the door. "Now all we gotta do is figure the angle, and we can be rollin' in bucks..."
"Yeah," said Freddie, who always felt sad to call people marks.
"Yeah," said Neil, who knew no other way of life, and much preferred being on the road with the carnival to sitting behind a hotel desk.
"Got it," said Billy, thinking to himself. "That broad has been eatin' our food and stayin in our hotels, and now its time she paid her way." He got up from the table and approached the three marks.
"How do you do, gentlemen," he said. "Allow me to introduce myself ... I'm Billy Slade ..."
"Howdy," said the men. They each extended their hand in friendship.
"Sit down," said one of the plaid-suited men, whose head was almost totally bald. "Can we buy you a beer?"
"Many thanks ... many thanks ..."
"I'm Morris," said the bald-headed man ... and this here's Willie," he said, introducing a man with curly red hair and a choir-boy face, "and this clown, with the glasses who could use a Charles Atlas course ..." they all laughed here at what must have been a standard joke about their skinny friend ... "this here's Grover."
"Howdy do... pleasure to meet you gentlemen."
Then Morris leaned across the table. "Say," he asked Billy. "We're strangers here in town ... you don't perchance know where we could find a tasty bit of pussy do ya?"
Billy grinned. "I sure do," he said. "The best there is. This girl's no pro, you know ... so it'll cost ya plenty ..."
"How much is plenty," said Morris suspiciously.
Billy raised a speculating eyebrow. "Hundred apiece," he said. "And I guarantee an experience like nothing you've ever had before." A hundred apiece, he thought to himself, wouldn't buy no Jaguar, but it was noting to sneeze at either.
"That's a lot of money," said Willie, the redheaded middle-aged choir boy.
"Yeah," echoed Grover. "A lot of money."
"Oh, gentlemen," said Billy warming to his subject, "Let me ask you this... You all have wives, am I right?"
They all nodded.
They've gone a little too fat, their tits are sagging a bit, and they have headaches every night. And, when they finally do let you have a little nookie, they lay there like yesterday's white bread ..."
The men began to giggle.
"But we've had whores before," Morris said. "What's the big deal..."
This girl is just barely out of her teens."
"Yeah .. go on ..."
"She's never taken money for sex in her life ..."
The men were still looking at Billy with the suspicion of a used-car buyer.
"And she's built like a dream ... slim like a teenager, but with a pair of knockers that'd bring tears to your eyes ..."
"So ... ?" said Morris. "I still don't hear a hundred bucks worth of pussy ..."
Billy was thinking fast. "And," he said, not losing a beat... "she takes you all at the same time ..."
And Billy knew he had them hooked. Tell you what... for another hundred clear, you got all the liquor and-he leaned closer... "all the marijuana you need for a real good time ..."
CHAPTER 6
The hardest blows come when you've softened yourself and stop expecting them. Lily Wharton heard Charlene's words, but she didn't believe them. Like all women who love the wrong men, Lily believed that she alone would be the one to change Billy Slade, to open his heart to love.
Where once she dreaded his return, because it meant rape and brutal sexual assault, she now longed for Billy to come back, now longed for his body to make love to her. She even obliged Fat
Freddie and Neil Cassidy because she knew it made Billy happy. It was strange, but for the first time in her life she felt she belonged somewhere. Billy Slade was her man and Charlene was her best friend. She had stopped thinking of them as her captors-they were her family. And if it was a strange family, it was all the more comforting, for once Lily had been the only strange girl in town. When she heard footsteps on the stairway now her heart beat quicker. Billy was home!
"Hey baby!" the door to her room flew open and Billy stood there, a big smile on his face. "Your boy's home."
Lily ran to greet him, throwing her arms around his neck, almost knocking him over in her excitement. She nuzzled her face in his neck. "Oh, baby ... I missed you so much tonight!"
"Good, baby ... good ... uh, don't drool on the merchandise ..." He pushed her away gently. Billy didn't like anyone getting too close. This chick was getting to be a real clinging vine.
"I used to have to tie you up to keep you here," he said. "What the hell's happened. I'm gonna tie you up to keep you away from me."
She looked hurt and he chucked her under the chin. "Hey ... only kiddin'."
He was rubbing his hands together nervously now. He'd never done something like this before and he wasn't sure of her reaction. But he was glad he was doing it-the girl was getting too close. This would let her know where things were really at.
"I brought some friends with me, honey," he said.
"Oh, Billy," she sighed, rubbing her hand along his shoulders. It felt good, but business was business. "I thought we'd be alone."
"Hey," he pulled away abruptly again. "You're gettin' a little possessive here... I got some friends here with me and I want you to be nice to them."
"W-what do you mean .. . nice?"
"You know what I mean. Don't play dumb ... You give my friends what they want..."
She had a sinking feeling in her heart. She had built up in her fantasy world an idea that Billy was like her husband. .. that they were in love.. . white picket fence... Oh sure, she'd fuck Fat Freddie and Neil and Charlene sometimes, but they were like a family. Oh God! It made her heart ache! Who were these men and why was Billy doing this?
Just then the door opened and the three men Billy had met in the bar walked through into Lily's bedroom.
These aren't Billy's friends, she thought. Billy doesn't know people like this!
"She ain't so pretty," said Morris, looking Lily over like a side of beef.
"Wait a minute ... wait a minute," said Billy. "She's got a body like a wet dream... just hold your horses!"
"Well, what about the drinks ... and that there marijuana," said Willie. "We paid you for that too."
"Hey boys," Billy smiled. "Relax. You got all night. We're gonna have a right good time. Ain't that right honey." He pinched Lily playfully on the ass. But she pulled back angrily.
"Paid!" she exclaimed. "Billy, what are they talking about?"
"Now, now, baby doll... don't get so excited."
But now she was crying and Billy could sense that he was going to lose these suckers soon if he didn't get her in line.
He slapped her hand across the face. "Don't start playing prima donna now, baby."
She was dumbstruck. Billy didn't want to give her time to think. He looked at her with a menacing threat in his eyes. "Now, go bring these boys some liquor ... what's your pleasure, men?"
"Bourbon ... we all like bourbon ... right out of the bottle's just fine." Morris spoke for them all.
"Right. Go get that bottle of Wild Turkey and bring our marijuana stash." He turned to the men.
"From Colombia. The best. You'll love it." . Lily left to obey Billy's orders. But she was frightened. Had she heard right. Did these men pay Billy for her. My Bod! That would make her a.. .a whore and Billy, a pimp.
Back in the room the men were growing restless.
"I told you," said Billy, "she ain't no pro. So we gotta let her get used to the idea... You know what I mean. She's somethin' real special. She don't spread it for just anybody."
The men passed the bourbon bottle around and Lily sat in the corner, quietly rolling a few marijuana joints, nice and firm and tight, the way Billy had taught her. She was scared, but she didn't know what to do. So she just sat there, tense and quiet, and waited. She had thought of running to Charlene for help, but after their earlier conversation, Lily knew Charlene would just laugh and say, I told you not to go putting up no white picket fences around Billy Slade.
She lit one of the joints, took a deep drag and filled her lungs with the acrid smoke as Billy had taught her to do then passed it to the red-headed man on her right. Maybe the grass would make it all right. She waited now for that floating feeling-but it didn't come. Instead she looked at the faces of these strange men and they began to look grotesque. Her fear of them grew still worse.
"Wow!" said Grover. "I never smoked any marijuana before." He took a deep breath of air and his eyes widened. "Wow! Wow! Oh, this is really nice."
"I told you guys this was gonna be a good time," said Billy. "I want you boys to get your money's worth." Then he looked commandingly at Lily.
"Okay, honey, take off that blouse."
"Billy, please ..." she begged.
"I said take off that blouse-you don't want us to get rough with you, do you, honey."
Lily had been beaten more than once by Billy and she dreaded it. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She was wearing a lacy white brassiere, and the three men's eyes all were bulging as they looked at the rosy pink nipples peeking through the sheer lace.
"Ooohhhhh!" groaned Morris. "What a pair of knockers!"
"Yeah," chimed in Willie. "Let's see 'um for real ... take off the brassiere baby."
Lily looked pleadingly at Billy Slade. "Do like the man said," he told her coldly. "I'm leavin' ... me and the boys, we're gonna have a good time with Charlene ... So, you do what these men want- whatever they want. Ya hear me?" And then, sure now of his own power over her, he bestowed a patronizing kiss oh her forehead. She looked longingly, helplessly up at him. "So long, sweetheart," he grinned.
Now that Billy was gone Lily felt stark terror. She was with three strange men, drunk on bourbon and high on marijuana.
"Go on, baby, take off that brassiere." Morris stood over her now. He'd seen how Billy treated her and now he knew just what to do.
Lily put her hands behind her back and undid the hook of her brassiere. It slid down her arms and she sat there before the men, her large breasts fully exposed, the nipples embarrassingly hard from the feel of the cool air on them.
"We're gonna have a good time tonight," Willie said. "She ain't a bad piece of ass after all."
"Let's see her ass," Grover piped up. The alcohol and grass had made him feel looser than he'd ever felt in his life.
"Good idea, boy," Morris patted him on the shoulder. 'Take off them blue jeans, honey."
"No, please .. . leave me alone," she whispered. "Get your money back from Billy and leave me alone." She tried to play on their sympathy, but she could see in their eyes now that lust was the only emotion they were capable of feeling.
The intoxication was bringing out the brutal side of Morris's nature. He was a henpecked man, with an overpowering wife, and now he had this lovely young thing at his mercy. There were years of pent-up anger in his hand as he struck her hard across the face.
"Take off those pants, baby," he growled.
She stood up feeling awkwardly embarrassed and unzipped the fly of her jeans, sliding them down her slender legs, stepping out of them.
"Those little white panties too, honey."
She slid out of her bikini panties.
"All right!" cried out Willie. "What an ass ... mmmm... I'd sure like to have this piece of meat."
Lily was trembling now with fear and humiliation. She reached for the bottle of bourbon and took a deep swig. It was a momentary comfort.
"Let's see your pussy, honey," Morris said. "Go on, lay down on that pretty white bed and show us your pussy!"
Lily didn't move and so Morris, feeling aggressively stronger by the moment, shoved her back so that she fell helplessly across the bed. Then his thick stubby hand reached out and he began to stroke the soft pubic hair at the base of her tight flat belly. She blushed shamefully at what she knew she had to endure. Then, suddenly, she felt the tip of his finger part her pubic hair and push itself upwards into the soft fleshy folds surrounding her fear-cringing pussy.
The marijuana had made her ultra-sensitive to physical sensations, and her humiliation was increased when she realized her cunt had grown moist and warm and had readily accepted the probing finger.
"Oooohhhh," Morris groaned. 'That Slade fella was right. She's some hot little cunt. Shit-you could bake bread in that little oven!"
Lily was feeling utter desperation at her situation. Not only was she humiliated by being at the mercy of these strange men who had paid for her body, but she felt horribly betrayed by Billy Slade. Because she had begun to give him her heart, she had wanted to offer him her love, her everything. And it meant nothing to him. Nothing at all. She knew in the deepest part of her being, that love could save them both. But how could she get that through to Billy. Was he as hopelessly hardened to life as Charlene suggested?"
She couldn't bear the situation she now found herself in, and though her mind knew it was hopeless, her body began to struggle for some kind of freedom. Her legs began to kick out and thrash at the man who held her to the bed. But Mom's just slapped her hard against the face again. She rubbed her pained jaw and tears welled up in her eyes.
He pinned her legs to the bed so that she could no longer flail them against him.
"Come on," said Willie impatiently from the sidelines. "Hurry up and fuck her. We want our turn too."
And Grover was moving towards the bed now, his eyes fixed on Lily almost in a trance. Grover was a bachelor who lived with his mother. He had had a woman only twice before in his life... both of them old whores ... never a beautiful thing like this.
Morris, feeling the fight go out of her legs, stepped back and began to unzip his pants, while he watched Grover's hands begin to massage the huge mounds of Lily's luscious breasts. Round and round almost hypnotically, Grover's hands rubbed the smooth white roundness of those magnificent orbs, his eyes burning with lust, his breathing coming in hoarse gasps.
Something in Lily had given up. She didn't stand a chance against three men, and the alcohol and marijuana had sapped her of strength. She lay now unresisting, a voluptuous sight to the men who lusted for her warm young body. She shut her eyes for a moment, as if that would transport her to another world. A moment later, when she opened them again, she was staring directly at the long thick cock of the man called Morris. It was enormous in girth with a heavy web of throbbing veins, red and hot and pulsating with obscene lust.
"Ooohhh, I'm gonna fuck you good, baby. I'm gonna fuck you real good."
"No!" she screamed. "No!" She couldn't allow this to happen to her. She had some shred of decency left. She would rather die, she thought, than submit passively to rape again.
She lurched suddenly from the bed. It was fast, but not fast enough. Grover grabbed her arms and Willie grabbed her legs. Now the two men held her pinned to the bed and she was helpless to protect herself from still another brutal rape.
Morris could feel still more blood racing to his cock, swelling it almost to the bursting point as he stared at the young girl on the bed. His long thick cock ached for her like it had never ached for anyone before. It was those big knockers, he thought and something else-the marijuana ... it gave an edge to his lust that made everything seem incredibly, almost unbearably thrilling.
He pushed Willie out of the way and climbed on the bed between her legs, his knees forcing her own knees apart.
A tiny moan of shame and despair escaped from her lips as she felt the hot flesh of his huge cock make warm, wet contact with the smooth inner flesh of her thighs.
Then, as if a sudden thought struck him, he stood up on his knees.
"Turn around," he said. "I know what part of you is gonna be the best."
"I said turn around bitch," he repeated when she did not move.
Grover yanked her shoulders around and Morris twisted her hips, so that now she lay flat on her belly.
Oh God! she thought. What on earth is he going to do to me?
Then, once again-and all the more terrifying because she could not see what he was doing-she felt his hot cock pressing against her, rubbing now against the crevice between her buttocks.
"On your knees!" he ordered, grabbing her waist and pulling her back. She wanted to resist but the resignation deep inside her was too great. She struggled weakly against him but she didn't have the strength to put up a good fight.
She was crying now, tears streaming down her face. Then she felt his hand push down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight into the blanket. She struggled to free her head enough to breathe and then she felt his hands on her now uplifted buttocks, stretching the cheeks wide apart.
Never in his life had Morris been so thrilled at the thought of anything. His balls ached with their build-up of fiery sperm and he longed desperately to thrust his huge shaft into the narrow teasing slit before him. His penis was like a raging fire as he ground it into the damp narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh together around his lust-hardened shaft. Then, he leaned forward and planted a wet kiss in the crevice of her spine and he felt her quiver reflexively beneath him.
"I'm gonna eat you till you beg me for it," he groaned. "I'm gonna eat every inch of that luscious body of yours."
Then, slowly, he ran his thick red tongue down the length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her ass. Grover was still holding her down by her arms while Willie just stood off to one side now, his eyes bulging from his head, rubbing his own hotly pulsating hard-on through his pants.
Lily's only line of defense now was to clench her buttocks tightly together against the assault of Morris's big thumbs. He crouched down now so that his face was at the same level as the fine pink folds of her pussy lips. And what he saw there gave her away. Despite her shame and humiliation at being so degraded, her body could not help but respond to the heavy vibrations of carnal sexuality in the room. Morris saw now the moisture that was glistening on the soft insides of her thighs. He moved his face forward until it was only inches from the soft brown pubic hair covering the tender flanges of her pussy. The sweet odor was maddening to his flared nostrils. He swallowed hard as his thumbs increased their outward pressure.
Oh no! thought Lily. She was painfully aware now that once again her body was betraying her. Despite the horror of her situation, her little pussy was beginning to churn with her own lewd desire. She hated it, hated herself for feeling this way, but she could not deny the flames of lust that were spreading upward from her very core.
She felt his hot breath on her cunt now and she tried to pull away, but he held her firmly by the waist and Grover had her pinned by the arms. It was torture for her, because his warm breath on her moistly seeping pussy was driving her out of her mind.
She tried to stifle the moan she felt rising deep in her belly, but it didn't matter to Morris. He could feel the shivers of lust running through her body and he knew she would wind up begging him for it.
Now he pressed his open mouth hard against the wetness of her pussy slit She squirmed in a pretense of escape, but he thrust his tongue solidly in between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt
She could no longer hold back a groan, and she jerked her hips with the first hot teasing contact of his tongue. Her vaginal passage was contracting around the length of Morris's long tongue sunk deep inside her now. Her breath began to come in quick gasps and she wanted to cry out in a mixture of agony, shame, and pleasure as he curled and flicked his tongue deep inside her hot smooth pussy cavern. He pressed his lips still tighter around her genitals, sucking and licking it all, pussy and backside, until her hips began to dance in a primitive rhythm with his tongue.
"Oh sheeeeiiiitttt!" exclaimed Willie who could not believe the lewd sight before his eyes. His own cock felt near to bursting and he slid open his zipper and freed it from his pants.
Over and over again Morris plunged his tongue into the tightly clenching depths of Lily's pussy.
"I'm just getting her ready for you," he grinned up at Willie.
Willie climbed out of his pants quickly, his hard-on jutting straight out from his loins.
"Go on," said Morris, "slide in under her... Her pussy's all yours."
In a moment, Willie's lust-bloated cockhead was pressed up against her warmly lubricated pussy lips. Lily's belly quaked in a mixture of fear and anticipation at what was about to happen. The bulbous, rubbery head of his huge shaft of flesh parted the petals of her well-lubricated pussy mouth and she could not help but feel a wild shiver of desire run through her body. At the same time, her feeling of rage and humiliation at what was being done to her surfaced and she cried out wretchedly:
"Oh God; this is awful... please ... please ... stop now! Please!"
But the men were beyond reason now. With a low moan, Willie flicked his hips upwards as his lust-swollen hardness shot like a rocket up into the soft tightness of her hungrily clasping cunt. Deeper and deeper it plunged until he was half-mad with lust as her cuntal walls held his huge shaft like a tight velvet glove.
"No! Oh God! Noooo!" wailed Lily, but no one paid her any attention.
Willie could feel her enormous breasts, their nipples hard and erect, brushing against his chest, and this only served to increase his passion to a fever pitch. His cock now filled every inch of her tight cuntal passage, and Lily could feel each wrinkle and vein on the huge pole of flesh that pressed against her palpitating cuntal walls. Then, suddenly, he pressed still deeper up into her, ramming his cock head hard against her cervix, and she cried out again, this time from pain.
"Aaaarrrggghhh . . . Owwww wwwww!" she wailed.
But this only served to arouse Willie still more. Grover's fingers tightened on her arms as he pinned her to the bed, and she began to notice that Morris was now running his tongue in circular motions around and around the tightly puckered ring of her asshole.
It was the most humiliating experience she had ever known-these three strangers who had paid for her body, who were using her in the most obscene way imaginable.
"Please ..." she wailed again, "please ... leave me alone ... leave me alone."
She tried to pull her cock-impaled pussy away from the intruding shaft of male flesh, but she was trapped between Morris's mouth and Willie's cock.
"Oh God ... Oh God!" she whimpered. It was all too much for her already tortured body and mind to bear.
But it only goaded Willie on to an even more vicious stroke with his huge flesh cudgel. And then he withdrew it. Lily entertained a shred of hope for a moment and her body relaxed its defenses. But an instant later, with an animal growl, he rammed his cock back into her with every ounce of strength in his body, sinking his lust-bloated cock all the way up inside of her again. It sliced into her viciously, driving the smooth flesh of her cuntal walls in shivering ripples before it. She was sobbing helplessly now, for she knew she could do nothing but submit to this horrible experience.
The moment she gave up resisting, however, she began to feel the unwanted sensations of sexual excitement coursing through her body. Now his cock battering against her cervix no longer hurt her... she wanted it in her deeper and harder. Now the feeling of his pulsing male shaft against her hotly throbbing cuntal walls made her hips writhe in erotic desire.
She hated to admit it, but a great wave of desire flooded her pussy and her muscles began to hug the huge cock that was impaling her.
She blinked away the tears that still clung to her lashes and suddenly she was aware that Grover was no longer pinning her arms to the bed. She looked up and was shocked to see Grover frantically massaging a long, hot cock in his hand and she was surprised tht the slender-built man could have such an enormous organ.
At the same time now that Willie was fucking into her from beneath, his mouth had also found its way to her pink, erect nipples, and now he was suck- ing on her breasts, licking them and nipping them with his teeth, and it served to fan her flames of desire to a white-hot intensity. Her muscles were clutching wildly around his hotly throbbing cock as it surged in and out of her pussy channel.
And all the while, Morris patiently licked the tightly puckered opening of her anus.
"Oh God," Morris finally moaned, "I can't wait to get into that tight little asshole."
Lily nearly froze with shock at these words.. In all the time she'd been with Freddie and Billy Slade, no one had ever done that! My God! she thought. I can't imagine anything more horrible!
"No!" she cried out again. "Oh God! What are you going to doooo!?"
But Morris only laughed.
"Gonna stuff your little ass full of my hot cock, baby!"
She was about to protest again, when suddenly Grover's tongue shot into her mouth, silencing her, at the same time that Morris now spread her ass cheeks still wider apart.
"Ummmpppp pppphhhhhhh!" she tried to protest, but with the tongue imbedded in her mouth, it was impossible.
"I can't wait to ram this shaft into your sweet little ass!" Morris repeated.
Then, his fingers forced her ass cheeks so wide apart that Lily thought he would split her right in half. And even the thrilling sensations of the cock pummeling her pussy depths could not refocus her attention. Morris dug his middle finger into the tight elastic ring of her rectal orifice and she let out an awful groan of pain around Grover's tongue.
It hurt worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Then he plunged his finger still further into her nether depths and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She couldn't scream- she couldn't escape-and the pain was the worst sensation she had ever known.
Then, she remembered that he said he was going to put his penis in that tiny little passage, and suddenly she knew a cold stark terror. He would kill her. If his little finger hurt her this much, my God! His cock in her backside would be excruciating!
She pulled her head back and managed to free herself from Grover's kiss.
"Noooooo! Oh God!" she wailed, nearly hysterical in terrified anticipation of what was to come next. "Oh my God! You ... you can't!"
And then she felt him withdraw his finger and she was relieved. He had some feelings after all.
Abruptly, she felt the tip of his cock probing the tiny orifice for a moment and then-
Morris pressed forward and she felt a sudden spasm of pain so horrible that she screamed an almost unearthly cry of agony. She twisted and screamed and tried to get away, but her writhings only imbedded the cock in her pussy still deeper, exciting Willie even more. And Morris grabbed her hips and held her still.
She could feel the pressure of his body bearing down on her and then he rammed down hard and the entire head of his penis was now imbedded in her tiny anal passage.
"Aaaaaa gggggg hhhhhh hhhhh, God!" she wailed. The pain was torturous, excruciating. She almost wished she were dead. She wished she could faint to escape this awful feeling.
Then he lunged forward again and buried his cock all the way to the hilt in her defenseless backside.
Lily felt as though she'd been torn apart with a knife. The pain was unbelievably hideous and she fought in wild desperation to free herself. But she was horribly trapped by the two cocks now deeply imbedded in her ass and pussy.
"No ... no ... no ... no..." she chanted, trying to ease the pain. "No ... no ... no ... no...."
And somehow this rhythmic sound began to relax her and the intensity of his merciless anal penetration began to wane.
Then, in a last ditch effort to reject his huge member from her anal passage, she clenched her muscles around his long thick prick. But it had the opposite effect from that intended. It made Morris's cock throb still harder and he thought he would die of pleasure.
Then, once again, the pain-wracked woman tried to twist away from the cudgel of heated flesh pounding deep into her virginal rear passage, but every effort to pull away from Morris, only impaled her more deeply on Willy's pussy-fucking cock.
Wild shivers of ecstasy mingled with the excruciating agony in her cock-filled anus, and her cries grew primitively fierce. Yet in spite of the shattering pain, it was impossible to deny the obscene twinges of sharp excitement which burned now in her loins. Some shameful part of her being wanted this awful degradation, yearned to be totally subjected to the huge lusting poles of male flesh invading her pussy and her ass.
Wild shivers of ecstasy mingled with the excruciating agony in her cock-filled anus, and her cries She no longer knew who she was. What had happened to the decent young girl who had come to the big city to seek what life offered. Perhaps this was the real Lily Wharton, and she had never wanted to face it.
Morris was gasping now with excitement as he pushed his aching hardness deeper into her butter-soft asshole. It was so tight it was nearly driving him mad with pleasure. And through the tissue-thin membrane dividing Lily's two orifices, he could feel Willie's rhythmically stroking cock, and the thought of this was so thrilling he knew it would not take him long to cum.
CHAPTER 7
Though she hated herself for it, Lily was now powerless to fight the resurgence of strange masochistic pleasure which rippled through her doubly impaled body like white lightning. Her cries of anguish were changing now to mewls of depraved ecstasy and something inside of her gave in totally to that part of her nature which was pure animal depravity and wanton sexuality.
Her body was writhing crazily between the men's sandwiching bodies, her slender form jerking up to meet the massive thickness ramming into her ravaged anus, then pressing forward to draw the hotly throbbing shaft of Willie's cock deeper into her cum-hungry cunt. The tendons in her neck and thighs stood out hard and taut as she relinquished herself to an abandoned state of salacious sensuality, and she began to wail out her uncontrolled arousal in an animalistic howl.
"Aiiiieeee eeee! Oh fuck! fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..." she chanted. And she knew she was lost, abandoned to the utter degradation of every shred of moral character.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." she chanted, crazed with lust, wanting nothing but to be battered from both ends by these two white-hot shafts of male flesh.
Her entire body was now wracked with desire and she was in a state of total delirium. Wild flames of illicit pleasure licked at her loins, seeming to grow and consume her in their fires-the fires of passion, the fires of hell. Whatever it was, her cunt and ass burned like a raging fire, as the two huge hot cocks rammed into her from both ends.
"Fuck me hard ... harder ..she cried. "Aaa-hhhh hhhhhhh!" She felt like an animal, she felt barely human and she loved it. She was horrible, sinful and her mother had been right to beat her. She deserved this, only this, for she was a shamefully wanton woman.
"Fuck my cunt... fuck my ass... oh Godddddd-dddddd!" she shrieked like a crazed animal in her utter abandonment to total carnality.
And while all this was going on, Grover, still seated on the bed near her face, was pulling at his own aching cock, his eyes wide in astonishment. Never in his life had he imagined anything this obscene. And here it was actually happening before his very eyes. The man who still lived with his mother stared wide-eyed and breathless at the sight of the pink frayed edges of this girl's pussy pulling out with Willie's withdrawing cock on the outstroke, disappearing back up inside again as he plunged deep up into the writhing depths of her hotly churning pussy. And he could not believe what Morris was doing to the poor girl. He could not believe the sight of his friend's cock, red and wet, fucking into the poor girl's asshole. And the girl herself was something else. At first Morris had been concerned. He had felt sorry for her when she cried out in pain and had he been a stronger man perhaps he would have gotten his friends to stop. It had seemed to him that they were hurting and abusing her, but now he could see that she was loving it, loving every lewd minute of it.
It was more than the sheltered and naive man could bear. He moved his achingly hard cock closer to the girl's pretty pink lips.
Lily could not believe the fires of thrilling plea- sure that raged through her lust-consumed body. She could feel Willie's hot mouth still sucking furiously on her large, fleshy breasts. Her mouth was open now, panting for air, and strange low growls emerged from her throat.
The two fucking cocks ramming down between her thighs was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. And then she felt something playing at her lips ... felt something warm and spongy teasing her mouth open.
She looked up to see Grover's hotly throbbing cock pressing anxiously against her mouth. Yes, she thought, yes... that is what I want. I want all of me to be completely filled with cock!
She let Grover slide his long hard cock into the warm moist cavern of her mouth, and she reveled in the taste of the bitter-sweet semen as the tip of it first touched her tongue. She could feel his rock-hard penis slithering up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks totally with its hot smooth rigidity.
And then, overcome with lust, Grover began to fuck crazily into her mouth, and he thought he would die from pleasure as her tongue began to swirl around the lust-maddened length of his throbbing cock.
Lily had totally abandoned herself now to this utterly obscene experience and this third cock in her mouth now sent an even more powerful wave of fiercely burning pleasure swirling madly through her cockstuffed belly. Her body was undulating wildly now and both her cunt and asshole clenched even tighter around the two heavily pistoning shafts of male flesh ruthlessly pummeling into her lust-wracked body.
She moaned around the cock in her mouth and sucked still harder on its pulsating length, while Grover fucked ever more passionately into her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned with his hard, intense drives and she delighted in the taste of his smooth-skinned flesh as her tongue lapped voraciously at the pulsing cockhead, searching hotly for the tiny split at the end. She reveled in this lewd degradation as her ass cheeks thrust out to take in Morris's hotly pounding cock in her rectum and then lunged forward over Willie's lust-swollen cock. Nothing existed for her now but the wicked and fiery sensations that ran havoc throughout her body and she sucked still harder on Grover's mouth-fucking cock.
She didn't care about anything any more. Life was a sham, and dreams of something nice were only empty make-believe. Life was flesh and desire, nothing more and nothing less. Oh, how she had hated to give up believing in love-but never in her life had she ever seen any evidence of it. It was stupid to believe in love. Only suckers believed in love. Sex-cocks and pussy and assholes and mouths-that was reality. And the lust burning her body now, begging for satisfaction-that was ail that really mattered.
Yes. This was what she wanted. She wanted these three strange men to fill her completely with their cocks. She wanted to taste sperm in her mouth, to feel white-hot sperm in her pussy, and burning sperm in her ass. She wanted them all to explode inside her, she wanted to explode too. She wanted her orgasm to take her to oblivion.
The deliriously impassioned young captive could feel Grover's cock expanding beyond belief in the hotly sucking walls of her mouth. And her tongue licked and swirled madly around it now... teasing, tantalizing, driving him mad with the need to fulfill his lustful desire. She could feel the veins in the hot hardness fill with an even greater surge of blood, felt it expand now to a girth she could not have believed possible and she knew that soon it would burst.
She sucked his cock still deeper into her mouth and tightened her lips around the root. She wanted to suck it out of him, draw all his hot semen straight up from his lustfully churning balls.
His head was rolling crazily from side to side. Never had he felt anything so exquisite before in his life. She licked and swirled and sucked until he thought he would go stark raving mad with lust.
And then he came.
Great thick streams of hotly shooting sperm erupted from his cock and filled Lily's greedily sucking throat. Her cheeks were bloating and contracting as she swallowed furiously to keep from choking on it. Again and again great jets of molten white semen shot from the tip of his cock and she swallowed voraciously, locking her lips tightly around the hotly spasming cock, sucking wildly to pull every last drop of semen from his balls. Again and again the sperm shot forth until finally his deflating cock slipped from between her sticky lips. And the last thing he saw before he lay back to close his eyes was her little pink tongue shooting out of her mouth to lick up the strings of semen that had dribbled down her chin.
Once again now, her mouth was free and the cries that came from deep within her belly ricocheted throughout the room.
"Unnnnpphhhh!" she groaned. "Fuck
"She sounded more animal than human, as she shrieked to each deep-plunging thrust into her cunt and ass. Willie and Morris were goaded on to still greater lust by the sound of her screaming voice as they fucked recklessly into her, building to the inevitable power of their climaxes.
The realization of what was happening to her- that she was being fucked by two men at the same time-and loving it-while another man's sperm still glistened on her lips-drove the poor young captive almost mad with obscene desire. It built and built inside of her as Willie's tongue sucked with hot desperation on her hard and erect nipples. She was wonderfully, marvelously impaled in cunt and ass, from below and above. The world seemed to explode like a Fourth of July fireworks show-and nothing in the world mattered-nothing at all but those two hot hard pulsating cocks fucking wildly into her , tightly clasping asshole and her hungrily sucking cunt. And then she knew that the great thunder of her orgasm was rolling to a great lightning burst of satisfaction.
I-I'm cummmmiiiinnggggg! I'm cumm mmiiii nnnnggggggg!" she screamed out, her voice cracking with lust as the smooth Slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracted tightly around the hard pistoning cocks fucking deep into her belly from both ends.
Morris's orgasm hit first. She heard him cry out -like a jungle beast as she felt the boiling cascade of his sperm spurt deep insdie her clenching rectum, filling her nether depths with his raging flood of semen.
And then Lily felt her own orgasm suddenly flash like a streak of white lightning through her pleasure wracked body. Thrilling sensations of unbridled rapture flooded through her bucking, writhing body and it was all increased in intensity by the feeling of Morris's jerking cock still spewing its load of semen deep in her bowels.
And then she felt Willie's cock expand inside her hotly spasming pussy, and he fucked with a mad intensity, as the first hot gushes of his explosive orgasm flooded her cunt.
The three bodies bucked and writhed together like one orgastic organism, until, exhausted, they collapsed in a heap on the bed.
CHAPTER 8
Lily never really knew what hell was until she awoke the next morning-alone-on her soiled and rumpled bed.
Her body ached, her poor anal passage was unbelievably sore, but the worse sensation of all was the heavy feeling in her heart.
She felt she did not have the strength to get out of bed. She did not want to face a new day ... she did not want to face another day.
If this was life-cruelty, lust and greed-perhaps she wanted no part of it.
She curled up into a little ball under the covers and pulled them over her head. The bright sunlight of morning made her feel even worse. She had never been happy in her life, but she had also never felt this much despair. There was nothing to live for. She had built a dream on an imaginary Billy Slade, but the real Billy had sold her-body and soul-for a handful of dollars.
She felt the tears massing in her breast, but she could not cry. She wanted to die. She knew there was a bottle of sleeping pills in the medicine chest in the bathroom. That was the best way. It was painless and sure.
Slowly, she swung her feet to the floor and put on her slippers. Then, pulling her bathrobe around her she padded down the hall. The house was silent and she realized that everyone was still asleep.
She opened the door to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror over the sink. She had dark red circles under her eyes and her face seemed drawn,. She was older and wiser now-and she knew life held nothing for her but more pain.
She opened the medicine chest and reached for the bottle of sleeping pills. Then she closed the mirror and slowly Unscrewed the cap of the bottle. She shook several of the capsules into her palm and raised her hand to her mouth.
Suddenly a voice shattered the early morning si- lence of the room.
"What are you doing?"
It was Neil. She spun around on her heel.
"None of your goddamned business." She was shocked at the vehemence of her Own voice.
"I went to your room to look for you," he said. "I-I couldn't sleep last night."
"Yeah, so what," she said. She wondered when she had grown so tough and unbelieving. Can that happen to a person overnight?
Neil grabbed the bottle of pills from her hand.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she spat at him. She clawed at him, trying to get the bottle back. "I'm a big girl ... I make my own decisions."
Neil was struggling with her now. "Oh Lily, stop ... stop. Don't fight me ..."
She was till for a moment. Confused. What was going on?
"What do you care," she said. "I'm better off dead."
"Lily, what are you saying!"
"What the hell do you care!"
"I-I love you," he said simply.
Lily stopped struggling. "Oh, what the hell are you talking about."
"I went to your room just now because I was so sick about what Billy Slade did to you last night....
Listen ... I'm no genius, Lily. It took me a long time to catch on. I mean, I used to envy Billy and his scene. I thought they were getting something from life that I was missing ... but now I know better, Lily. I-I love you."
Lily looked up at Neil. She smiled through her tears. She had never really thought about Neil before, she had been so blinded by Billy Slade. But there was something nice about him, something earnest. She prayed that he was telling the truth.
"I want to make a life for myself," he said. "I want to do it with you."
"Oh, Neil," she said, and he put his arms around her and hugged her tight. She could feel the tenderness of his embrace and she was moved.
"Let's go," he aid. "Now. Let's run away right now before any of them wake up ... Come with me, Lily."
She looked into his eyes and what she saw there was good.
"I'll take a chance," she said. "I'll take a chance with you, Neil."
EPILOGUE
Neil and Lily ended their bus trip to a small town in upper New York state a day after leaving the Big City.
Fortune smiled on them: the small resort hotel on the lake had openings for a man-wife managerial team which they accepted. The local law asked no questions, and accepted them at face value. Their lives were so complete that a one-night stand carnival didn't get their passing glance-or their ticket purchase.
Happiness occurred to them in spiritual ways, too. They were tolerant of the sins of their neighbors, for they remembered their own passions of their Carnival days.
