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For the first time, Kim lost her composure. She looked imploringly at
Nichole who offered no help.

"I wonder what they will say when they get a set of glossy
eight-by-tens of you in action? I wonder how they will react?"

"You... you---filthy bastard!"

Web shook a finger like he was cautioning a child. "I've been called
worse names by experts. Nichole can tell you. She can also tell you
that each name you call me, each evidence of hostility on your part
will only end up costing you more. Right now, I'm willing to give you
the pictures in return for an evening of... shall we say, fun? Any
more impudence or insult from you will cost you dearly."

Kim shook her head in disbelief. "You went to all these lengths?
You're crazy, you're in-"

She never got to finish her statement. Web's hand few through the air
almost too fast to follow. There was a loud crack, and Kim's head spun
and she saw stars as the pain sponged in deep. She staggered under the
impact of the blow, then staggered more under the impact of hate that
spat out from Web Hardman. "Don't you ever say that again!" His face
was livid as he shot the words out, his fists raised. "You'll pay for
that!" he screamed, "you'll pay for saying such a thing, my dear!"

Kim shrank back from him, truly afraid. Even Nichole moved nervously
aside.

He stalked to the door, glared at Nichole who followed him, swung the
door open, and looked back. "There will be a car here for you tomorrow
night at eight. You had better be in it. If not," his voice rose to a
malicious ringing quality, "a copy of those pictures will be on their
way to your husband. Another copy will go to his parents. A third set
will go to the Chief of Police here in Carmel."

The door slammed and Kim found herself alone again. She knew what was
happening. Now, instinctively, she understood a lot about poor
Nichole. And herself! She had to plan. She had until the following
night to plan.


Chapter 8


The car, a Mercedes, was right on time and the driver was none other
than Klaus! Kim turned a deep crimson when she saw him, but he was all
manners and made no allusion to their night in San Francisco.

They drove through the quiet streets of Carmel with Kim looking out
the window and. wondering what was in store for her. At the guarded
gates of Pebble Beach, the old guard in the toll house waved them on.
They drove past the stately mansions of Pebble Beach, passing Hank's
parents' house on their way. Kim wanted so much to stop the car, run
into their house and tell them she was in trouble. The car moved on,
past the Beach Club and past the Del Monte lodge itself where the rich
and famous came to play and vacation. At last they came to a tall
fence with barbed wire around the top. At an electronic signal, the
gate swung open and the car turned noiselessly in.

They drove down a tree-lined drive until they sighted the house. It
was a rich house, a sumptuous home, typical of the tasteful, elegant
edifices that dotted Pebble Beach. It was also isolated and, as Kim
noticed, the grounds were patrolled by uniformed men. Web Hardman
obviously was a wealthy man.

Inside the house, she was treated as if she were a visiting
personality. She was shown into an underground bar and "rumpus room"
that was the like of none she had ever seen before. At one end of the
big room was a raised platform with a jet-black curtain as a back
drop. At the moment she entered, Nichole was on the platform or stage
with her back to them, directing the placing of large mirrors. She
turned, a drink in her hand, when she heard them, and sad drunkenly,
"Oh, Hi, jus' in time for the lit ole party!"

One look was enough to tell Kim that the brunette was smashed. Well,
Nichole obviously wouldn't be any help tonight. She looked around,
wondering exactly what they were planning to do to her. Obviously,
they were going to try to get her up on that stage. As she watched,
Klaus and Ernie, Ernie still cynical and leering, carried a broad
black couch out on the stage and placed it in the center of the
mirrors.

Web entered dressed in a smoking jacket and ascot tie, rubbing his
bands together. "How good of you to come, dear Kim. I can't tell you
how I've looked forward to your coming! Well, shall we begin?"

With those chill words, Kim was launched on the strangest experience
of her life. She smiled noncommittally at Web, determined to humor
him, not wanting him to get into a rage again.

"Up on the stage my dear," Web said, showing the way.

He helped the voluptuous red haired young wife up on the stage with an
assist from Ernie. Nichole stared at her and shrugged, making a face.
"Wish I was you," she said, slurring her words. "You're going to luv
it!"

"That will be all for you, Nichole, "Web said, seating himself front
row center and clapping his hands. "Wander off and drown yourself
someplace. It's time for my little diversion to begin! Where is
Klaus?"

"Here," the German said with his Prussian accent, stepping out from
behind the curtain.

"Very well, begin." Web settled back in his chair as Nichole climbed
off the stage, almost losing her balance, and wandered drunkenly to
the rear where she stood at the bar and poured herself another drink.
Web touched a portable console at his side. The lights dimmed.
"Begin."

"Not so fast." Kim's words stopped everyone. "Where are the pictures?
Where are the negatives?"

Web chortled. "Very good." He reached onto the floor next to his
chair. "Right here. They're yours if you should please me."

Ernie sauntered up to the young housewife. It seemed as if his cynical
grin was a permanent thing. He reached and hooked two fingers into the
"vee" of her dress. With a sudden expert tug he tore her dress down
the front.

What followed was a struggle that was all one sided. Klaus and Ernie
were too strong, experienced and fast for the blackmailed wife, and in
no time Kim found herself completely naked, her voluptuous young body
exposed with each of the men holding a wrist, holding her arms out
extended while she writhed and futilely struggled between them, her
huge, melon-like breasts jiggling and quivering in fright.

Kim tossed her thick mane of flame-colored hair and spat her defiance
at Web, forgetting her earlier resolve to placate him. "All right,
I'll do what you want, but I won't enjoy it!"

Web squirmed with delight in his chair. "Wonderful, my dear, just
wonderful. Go on, Ernie, Klaus."

They grabbed her and threw her down on the black couch where she
landed with an impact that shook her. She raised her chin to see two
things: herself in the mirror with Ernie holding her down on her
belly, while the giant Klaus stripped off her clothing... and the fact
that the bed was tilted, affording Web a grandstand seat in the front
row.

The bewildered young wife sprawled on it, her twin fleshy buttocks
high and white in invitation, her flaming red hair in strong contrast
to the black sheets.

"I get to fuck her in the ass!" Ernie growled as Klaus pounced on her
and held her down, while Ernie quickly stripped. "You got first dibs
last time!"

He shoved the German aside and seized Kim by the hips, forcing her
snowy, softly-fleshed buttocks wide apart. "God! Ever see anything as
luscious as that?" he asked as he began to taunt and probe her tiny,
tightly puckered little anus with his outstretched finger. "Hairless
as a new born babe's, and tighter than a cat's pussy!"

"Fuck her, Ernie!" Web said from the front row. His voice was high and
peculiar to Kim.

And then, in quivering dread, the helplessly captive young girl felt
hands opening her softly trembling ass cheeks, drawing the ripe, full
buttocks apart even though Kim clenched the smooth ivory spheres and
tried to hold them together... but it was useless. She felt lewdly
naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes and, as Ernie
pressured them further open, she could feel the cool air of the room
rush over her little tightly clenched anus. Tears suddenly wet her
cheeks as she realized what Web had in store for her, and she gasped
as she felt a fingernail tease at the tiny rubbery rectal opening. A
sharp abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the
thick, outstretched finger up to the first knuckle joist. The muscles
of her buttocks jerked automatically, and her anal passage gripped
defensively at his finger like a closing fist.

Ernie, kneeling above her, grinned like a Siamese cat. "Look at that
little asshole grab, will ya?"

"Go on, go on." Web was standing next to the stage now, his voice
high, white, and breathy.

Ernie laughed lewdly and thrust his outstretched finger deeper into
the soft, rubbery channel... all the way to the palm of his hand,
causing Kim to grunt painfully as he reamed in and out of her
helplessly exposed little anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety
passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.



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