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Drugged Into Sin
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)

***

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly 
toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind 
the open door so that he could see her in the shower, 
but she couldn't see him! (MF, nc, rp, bd, drugs)

***

The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that 
make February days in the East so depressing. Christine 
looked out of her bedroom window and onto the back 
campus of the fashionable Eastern boarding school she 
was forced to attend since her parents had been killed 
in an accident two years ago. Until that time she had 
been completely happy in the local high school in the 
small, but friendly farming community in Southeastern 
Pennsylvania. 

Although she was less than three hundred miles from her 
hometown she found the locale of the school far from 
cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did 
not replace the grain fields, green lawns, plentiful 
foliage which she could enjoy when she looked out of 
her bedroom window at home.

Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents 
death she had been living with an aunt and uncle who 
were her legal guardians until she reached twenty-one. 
They had control of the insurance money, which would 
have actually left her quite well off, and decided that 
it would be best, to send her away to school. Christine 
was certain that they were going to make sure that she 
never got any of the money even when she did reach the 
legal age, and that was why she was being sent away to 
school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had 
children of their own and what did they know about a 
young girl's feelings and needs. They just wanted her 
out of the way!

Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This 
thought brightened her spirits considerably. She was 
being allowed to bring her boyfriend home for the two 
weeks since his parents were on an extended cruise of 
the Caribbean.  Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! 
The restrictions placed on all the boarding students at 
the school made it almost impossible to have a normal 
dating relationship. She was seventeen. Jimmy was 
eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night kiss 
after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the 
school. 

The dormitory mother was always there watching 
disapprovingly as if it were a sordid, dirty thing to 
show any sort of affection. "Public display of 
affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into 
the girls' heads from the first day they arrived at the 
school. If you were caught in what the faculty 
considered a "compromising situation" -- such as 
holding hands, you were campused for a week for 
"Socializing." It seemed that they were so afraid that 
one of the girls would get in trouble, and this alone 
stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the 
boys and girls.

Until she had been sent away to school she had always 
been allowed to date freely. Her parents trusted her 
and with her strict Methodist upbringing a girl just 
didn't let things get out of hand. She valued her 
virginity and planned to save it for her future 
husband, but a good-night kiss was far from going "all 
the way," as her generation put it.

Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed 
his kisses, brief caresses, and found herself longing 
for more, but she had always kept herself in check -- 
or at least the school rules had!

Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with 
Jimmy. Even though it would be under the supervision of 
her aunt and uncle, it would be far more relaxed than 
the strict., unreasonable school regulations.

Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the 
chapel bell rang, signaling the start of the next 
class. She walked slowly across the street to the main 
building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before she 
went to her French class.

The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus 
rolled down the forest lined mountain roads Christine 
felt a new exhilaration and an unexplainable 
apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her 
hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going 
to be like to spend a whole two weeks with you -- 
without the school's regulations and eyes staring at 
us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but 
I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or 
because we had to."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I 
would never do anything to hurt you. Now relax."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, 
picturing the rolling green lawns, the trees in the 
backyard and smiled to herself. This was going to be a 
good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so 
peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a 
beautiful girl, he thought. His eyes wandered over the 
full length of her body.

The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to 
conceal the already ripe body of a woman.

The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal 
the slight cleavage of her already full ample breasts, 
too full for a seventeen year old.

The material clung tightly around her midriff 
accentuating the firm, round globes, the small waist 
and the fullness of her hips. Her legs were long and 
slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a 
knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!

The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver 
called out "Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her 
and shook her gently to wake her up. His arm brushed 
against the firm fullness of her breasts and sent a 
chill through his body and settled in his loins.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She 
smiled at him and said, "Well, here we are!" She got 
out of her seat to make room for Jimmy and reached for 
a small bag on the overhead rack. As she stretched she 
gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief 
glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh 
which showed between her nylons and her garter belt.

Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the 
slight bulge which was about to show through his 
tailored slacks. He reached up to help her with the 
bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm 
sunshine of southern Pennsylvania.

She looked around the small station until she spotted 
her Aunt Helen and Uncle Roger. After hurried 
introductions, they piled into the station wagon and 
headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of 
her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and 
understanding, but her uncle was a different story.  
She felt uneasy when she was alone in a room with him. 
His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel 
completely naked and defenseless. His hands would 
always be accidentally brushing against her behind or 
across her chest as he pretended to reach for 
something. She just didn't trust him, and today was no 
different. She could feel his eyes burning right 
through the material of her summer dress. His stare was 
so obvious that she wondered why her aunt hadn't 
noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, trusting and 
completely oblivious to things going on around her!

Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe 
now he will keep his hands to himself and stop those 
awful, degrading looks. He just makes me feel dirty.

She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the 
car moved along through the residential section of town 
to the country. The sweet smell of trees budding, grass 
growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her 
spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed 
Jimmy's hand. He returned her affectionate squeeze and 
gave her a quick smile.

He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she 
thought. But he was trying desperately to control the 
flood of emotion he was feeling. Here he was, away from 
the school for a whole two weeks with one of the 
loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, 
holding her hand, and finally they would have a chance 
to be alone. He could feel the tightening grow between 
his legs and feel his penis straining against its 
confines.

I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried 
to force himself to look at the scenery and think of 
something else... anything else! He wanted her 
desperately! Too desperately!

They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint 
farmhouse,, the kind you see on the postcards of the 
Pennsylvania Dutch country. The hex signs were freshly 
painted on the side of the barn which was a contrast to 
the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge 
sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the 
side of the car.

"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's 
been a puppy!"

Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.

"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. 
"You women can make us all something to eat, I'm 
starved."

Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to 
the second floor of the house. He was hoping that 
Christine would have shown him to his room. At least 
then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her 
properly.

Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, 
we do have a lot of time ahead of us.

Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to 
virtually gulp her food so that there would be time 
after dinner to show Jimmy around the farm. She glanced 
across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and 
blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much 
as I want to be with him, she thought to herself. 
Tonight will be the first time we've been alone since 
I've known him.

Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made 
her feel that he could sense what she was thinking. It 
made her skin begin to crawl and she turned her head 
away from his knowing gaze.

The moon was bright as they walked across the yard 
toward the barn. Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned 
over to kiss her forehead.

"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've 
ever seen you."

She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, 
gnawing at her very being, and she knew that she had to 
have this desire satisfied. She stood very still, 
looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful 
sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, 
tight fit of the dress and he could see the tautness of 
the flesh of her ribs as it strained against the 
material and accentuated the enormous, proud thrust of 
her breasts.

She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs 
rippling in sinuous hollows.

He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was 
unable to move and could only wait for her to come to 
him. He could feel his penis, hot and pulsing, forming 
a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt helpless 
against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab 
her and take her right there on the barn floor raced 
through his entire body. He was aware only of her, a 
movement of firm, beautiful flesh towards him and the 
enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of his 
loins.

She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, 
desperately, breathing heavily. The tenderness and love 
he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he 
gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else 
it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" 
Her answer was a low, animal-like moan, throaty and 
promising. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his 
face down against her so that their cheeks caressed, as 
the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped 
against him, rubbing up and down against the hard 
protuberance of his erection.  

With a feeling of despair that they were two people 
rather than one, he buried his lips in her neck and 
moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth, flawless 
flesh of her upper back until it was hidden in the 
confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached 
the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained 
her body against him.  His hands moved on down over and 
around the softness of her flesh until they were 
cupping her buttocks in a sensual 
ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, 
crushing her against his penis until it hurt him, 
torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as 
she strained into him, then she relaxed and her 
buttocks expanded fully into his hands.

"You love me?" he whispered.

Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the 
pressure was so great that when she kissed him his lips 
were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly 
breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over 
the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her hips 
and the resilient firmness of her thighs.  His fingers 
began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up 
until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She 
moaned quietly under his persistent touch and pulled 
him downward to the hay covered floor. His fingers 
found the tight elastic of her leg-band and gently, but 
persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the 
soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her 
body. She wriggled under his touch, knowing that she 
should stop him but straining her body toward his 
fingers at the same time.  Slowly he tugged at the 
brief panties until she lay completely exposed and 
vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.

His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight 
confines of his trousers.  Reluctantly he released one 
hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to 
free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have 
relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his 
passion seemed to become unbearable and his swollen 
penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards 
his belly as he released it.

"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not 
now. I can't... I can't..." Christine moaned softly, 
but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away 
from his thick, warm staff as it jerked upwards. It 
sent a desire through her that she had never felt 
before. They had necked and petted, but it had never 
gotten this far. She had felt the stiffness of his 
manhood through his trousers, but she had never seen it 
and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had 
grown to in his excitement.

Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, 
round buttocks towards him. She reached behind him and 
pulled him towards her until she could feel the 
hardness and the jerking of his cock against her 
stomach.

Once more he let his hands wander down towards the 
intimate crease of her vagina and slowly began to 
finger the pubic mound, searching for the tiny hair-
lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard 
little clitoris which he had read about in sex books 
and he massaged it gently while Christine moaned and 
writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly 
as she let her own hands drop down to caress his 
throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her 
touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much 
for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and 
forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around 
the frustrated penis. The agony was unbearable and he 
finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina and 
forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm 
channel. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden 
intrusion.

"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to 
do it slower."

But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to 
her plea and continued the punishing movement of his 
fingers, more quickly and powerfully. She could feel 
the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as her vagina 
began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was 
afraid that he could puncture the virginity that she 
had so highly and carefully protected. She tried to 
push him away, but the weight of his body prevented her 
from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and 
throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her 
tightly clenched fists. He felt that he could not wait, 
he was about to cum and he wanted to ram his denied 
prick deep into her belly. He had to have her and have 
her now!

Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat 
until he was not sure whether he was really hurting her 
that badly or whether it was some choking passion. With 
a great effort he slowed his rhythm of finger fucking 
and tried to force her over on her back so that he 
could take her as she should be taken.

"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, 
darling, we must save it!"

Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced 
her backward until she lay completely open, exposed and 
vulnerable. His penis was about to burst as his hands 
went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers away 
from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could 
totally impale her with his maleness.  She tried to 
tighten her grip around the jerking flesh as he pulled 
back away from her touch, but she could feel her 
fingers slowly losing their grip.

As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his 
penis leave her grip, he gasped, "Damn... damn it! I'm 
going to cum... I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a 
sudden bursting and sticky substance cover the palm of 
her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted 
passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of 
his prick as they relaxed and contracted, shooting 
forth his sperm into her hand and onto the barn floor, 
and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped 
forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out 
of her hand.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid 
her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a 
sudden he felt embarrassed and ashamed...  ashamed of 
the fact that he might have raped her and now that his 
pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a 
certain extent, he did not know what to say.

She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her 
waist, her panties were at her ankles and she looked at 
him... or looked through him with almost unseeing eyes, 
he was not sure which.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen 
again, Jimmy. We came too close this time."

He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had 
gone this far, the next time there would be no 
stopping. He sensed that she knew it too, but these 
were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake 
and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and 
straightened her rumpled skirt as much as possible and 
got to her feet.

"We'd better get back to the house before they become 
suspicious," she whispered, and kissed him wetly on the 
cheek.

As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow 
across the doorway.  When she looked up she saw who was 
standing there... her uncle! I wonder how long he's 
been outside?

Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but 
grabbed Jimmy's hand and walked straight to the house.

Christine went straight to her room after again kissing 
Jimmy lightly on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were 
in the opposite end of the big house -- away from her 
aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to have 
her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being 
away from the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her 
feel so uneasy, she just didn't trust him.

She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes 
thinking about her experience with Jimmy in the barn. 
She had never felt a desire grow so strong. The 
unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her 
legs and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let 
Jimmy take her right then and there. They were in love, 
she rationalized, so it wouldn't have been so bad ... 
people in love were supposed to feel like this.

Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, 
voluptuous curves of her body.  Her full, white breasts 
were still taut from the passionate caresses of her 
lover -- or rather, would-be lover. She played with the 
hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand 
even more erect and she pinched them between her 
fingers until they ached with a strange all-pervading 
desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her breasts 
so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her 
hands. The caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very 
unfulfilled. Her attention was directed towards the 
softness of her thighs, and the maddening tingle which 
burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly 
together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly 
against the soft pulsing lips of her vagina.

She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking 
her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her 
dress up over her thighs until the white strips of 
satin covered elastic which held her stockings taut 
were exposed.  She raised them gently away from the 
softness of her leg and let them fall back with a 
faint, exciting snap onto her bare skin. She raised 
herself off the bed and quickly pushed aside the crotch 
band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers 
stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her 
vagina.

She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her 
fingers along the warm, moist slit down between her 
legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing orifice 
where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently 
to receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, 
thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but 
she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep 
in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless moan, 
she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on 
the wall next to her bed, keeping her thighs well 
apart. She stared down, watching with undisguised 
fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft 
strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina 
gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down 
to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She moistened her lips again and she could feel her 
heart begin to pound furiously as her eyes were glazed 
and staring unseeing at the ceiling.

She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, 
pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail 
scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her 
clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink flesh 
stand up boldly.  Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped 
unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing 
vagina, working its way insistently deeply into the 
warm, moist cavern.

She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her 
aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and 
out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were 
twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching 
rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white 
breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and 
pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had 
become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex 
experiences at school which had been so frustrating 
because of the close watch they kept on the girls and 
her urge to be satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now 
racing in and out of her vagina as she fingered herself 
with rising passion and desire. 

She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins 
down upon the intruding, but maddening fingers.  She 
wanted to be fulfilled... now! If only that were 
possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her... why... 
why. She let herself be carried away on a tide of 
remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh, savoring 
each erotic memory, slowly increasing the tempo of her 
fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of 
her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.

She panted desperately as the sensations in her 
tormented vagina building wildly to the breaking point. 
She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the 
wall, and she delved even more furiously into the tight 
pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger 
over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, 
bruising the taut throbbing bud... pinching... 
pinching!

Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split 
second on the brink of orgasm.

She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, 
eclipsing contractions as she felt herself suddenly 
explode inside! She had never reached a climax before 
and she let herself writhe in complete and utter 
abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion 
bubbling around deep inside her.

She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly 
and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the 
well of her vagina. The lips closed silently, 
gratefully together as the last of her passion juices 
seeped wetly between her fingers.

She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after 
moments of her masturbation, and her fingers rested 
lightly on the hard mound of her pubic hair, playing 
softly with the intimate curls between her legs.

Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw 
a thin robe carelessly around her shoulders and walked 
to the bathroom, still in a sex-satisfied daze. She 
stared at her self in the full length mirror in the 
bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. 
She did not have the body of the average seventeen year 
old, she was much fuller, much more rounded, like that 
of a full grown woman, yet without the telltale 
wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, 
completely without blemish.

Since she was alone in this part of the house, she 
didn't bother to close the bathroom door and the 
overhead light from the hallway gave her a better view 
of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, as 
though she were the first woman to ever experience such 
a climax and she swayed slightly as if to make-believe 
music as she looked and admired herself in the mirror. 
She was so enthralled with her movements and her new 
awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open 
at the far end of the hall and close quietly behind 
another person... a man! She turned on the shower and 
bent to feel the water temperature before hopping in. 
The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so that 
she could watch herself as she washed, except for the 
slight steam from the hot water.

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly 
toward the bathroom, standing just far enough behind 
the open door so that he could see her in the shower, 
but she couldn't see him!

His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in 
his pajama bottoms become bigger and harder until in a 
matter of seconds it had reached full erectness. He let 
his hand go down and feel the stiff, pulsing rod as it 
jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he gloated 
silently to himself ... wait for a few minutes and you 
will have complete satisfaction as you take this 
lovely, virginal girl. The thought of being inside her 
made it almost impossible for him to control himself, 
but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash 
herself, as if she were preparing herself for the 
sacrifice!

He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent 
to soap her legs. She had long, full buttocks, very 
slender at the start under the slim waist, billowing 
out like a sail in the wind and rounding into perfect, 
round thighs.  Her rear looked deep and enticing, the 
buttocks jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark 
cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to 
reveal the darker point of her tiny almost concealed 
anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as 
she soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a 
continual motion of sensuality.

She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was 
remarkable! It wasn't often you got such a perfect 
woman. Her breasts were high and full, white mounds of 
firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a board. 
She moved around a little more and he saw the light 
muscles of her stomach working as she soaped her pubic 
mound and the intimate folds of her vagina. His penis 
jerked involuntarily as he watched with lust-filled 
eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry -- long-
bodied, long-legged. She had delicately strong features 
and she reminded him of the first young girl he had 
ever had years ago, and now she would be had again! 
Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! 
He was certain of that!

He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and 
pulled out his giant penis, stiff and throbbing and 
stroked it reflectively. Should he rush in and take her 
there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor the 
anticipation.  He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. 
He would wait. He took a last look at the long statue 
of silky, living flesh and ducked down the hall into 
one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to come out 
of the shower.

He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the 
first man to penetrate her virginal body. He reflected 
on the scene he had witnessed in the barn between her 
and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away trying to 
save her virginity -- but tonight, he would have her! 
He could just picture the look on her face as he would 
go toward her -- the fear, the horror and the utter 
uselessness her struggles would be against him and his 
massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let 
his hands wander all over that voluptuous body, knead 
her breasts until she wanted to scream out in pain and 
finally he would push his pulsing, gigantic prick up to 
the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that thin 
membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged 
for him to stop. He could hardly wait for her to come 
out of the bathroom. His passion was at a fever pitch 
and his loins ached in anticipation. He had waited a 
long time to get at his niece and now the time had 
arrived.

It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower 
turned off and her voice as she sang quietly to 
herself. Proud bitch, he thought to himself.  Well, you 
won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm going 
to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else -- 
especially that pious boyfriend of yours -- will even 
want to look at you. Your body will be so bruised from 
passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's sunlight. 
These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't 
dare tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and 
too ashamed! He laughed lewdly at this thought. This 
was going to be a night to remember.

She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub 
sensually against her body.  She could still feel a 
slight tingle between her legs and in the tightness of 
her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted 
to go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate 
again, but put this thought out of her mind. Am I 
turning into a sex-starved fiend, she mused and blushed 
softly!  She had managed to fight down her desire in 
the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands 
and fingers and had protected her precious virginity. 
That was all that really mattered anyway!

Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to 
her bedroom, strutting like a peacock, stretching her 
body with each step. She locked the door and lazily 
dropped on her bed, extending her naked sensual body 
out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. 
Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat 
straight up. She had a feeling that someone was 
watching her! She looked around the room and called out 
softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" 

When no answer came, she rationalized that it was just 
her guilty conscience and lay back on the pillow once 
again. Then she saw a movement!  Her closet door was 
flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She 
wanted to scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat 
and nothing but a dry, helpless rasp came out. "Hello, 
Christine," he laughed with an unmistakable gleam in 
his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? Your 
boyfriend, perhaps?"

She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an 
effort to cover her nakedness, but her uncle quickly 
grabbed it from her hands, leaving her completely 
exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring 
every part of her soft, nude body.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think 
clearly, but the only things in her mind were her fear 
of her uncle, her hatred of him and her love for Jimmy.

"So you've been having a little affair with your 
boyfriend, have you? He's got class, hasn't he? 
Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You liked that, 
didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I 
saw the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"

His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the 
look of fear that was frozen on her pretty face. She 
closed her eyes, trying to fight back the tears of 
terror that were starting, and he moved closer to her.

"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag 
you! I've watched you for a long time and now I'm going 
to have you... break you in right. I'll teach you a few 
things and some new tricks that you can go back and 
teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed 
menacingly as his hand reached out and grabbed one of 
her breasts cruelly.

"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin 
anywhere on your body. What do you think of that?"

She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed 
hard across her face in warning and she knew that it 
would be useless to fight.

She turned towards him, the color drained from her 
face, the fight for composure lost in a second, 
everything given away.

His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a 
razor. He was not going to show her any mercy, she was 
sure of that!

"What has been going on between you two? What else 
besides what I saw in the barn tonight?" His voice had 
risen to a roar.

"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a 
second blow from his hand something snapped inside her. 
Her fear for this brute had continued so long that it 
was either going to be pent-up inside forever, or it 
would break into rebellion now!

"We love each other," she hurled back at him.

"Well, well--so you're in love. I wonder how much he 
will love you after I'm through with you?" He laughed 
cruelly again, almost spitting out the terrible words 
at her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning 
her shoulders to the blanket. With one hand on her 
throat he let his other roam lustfully over the curves 
of her breasts, pinching her already sore nipples and 
over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers 
slowly, teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her 
thighs, running towards her knees on the outside of her 
leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet demandingly up the 
inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her 
thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body 
stiffened under his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't 
let him do this to me, she thought, but she knew that 
it was already too late.

She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his 
massive prick sticking stiffly out from underneath his 
cotton pajamas. He was huge! His gigantic manhood was 
jerking up against his belly, the head was red and 
throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, 
"You like it? Be patient... you shall have it shortly. 
You shall have it everywhere!"

He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He 
wanted to rape her, to sink his penis into her, submit 
her painfully to him. He wanted to humiliate her in a 
way that would really bite deep so that she couldn't 
possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover 
between her legs.

He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he 
had imagined it from the brief spying in the shower. 
Without effort he pinioned her to the bed and stripped 
feverishly at his own clothing.

She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost 
closed, and her face bruised and aching from where he 
had slapped her. She knew he was going to take her and 
the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak to 
move, too feeble to resist.

He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes 
crazy. His penis was taut, throbbing. It looked like an 
enormous bud bursting into blossom on the end of a 
thick, woody stem.

She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, 
but he was having the time of his life sadistically 
taunting her this way. Once again, his hand moved over 
her breasts, kneading and pinching mercilessly while 
his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair between 
her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly 
through the soft down spreading the lips of her 
cringing pussy until he found the flesh of her 
clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up 
involuntarily from the obscene teasing.

"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She 
could say nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation 
rippled through her body.

His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his 
other fingers searched for the tight, virginal slit of 
her vagina. He found it and pushed and prodded at the 
soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one finger in 
slowly... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his 
touch, moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his 
fingering, but he just pushed harder until his finger 
slipped wetly into the moist, warm cavern between her 
legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling tight 
around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, 
trying to force the juices of love from her. It was a 
natural reaction and he wanted her to be completely wet 
and open when he did ram it into her. 

Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. 
They would hardly fit she was so tight. God, she's 
going to be a good screw, he thought lewdly. She's so 
fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he 
continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around 
and around inside her stretching cunt. She could not 
get away from him. 

She wanted to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought 
of his huge penis, penetrating her. His two fingers 
were too big for her to take--what in the world would 
she do when he finally did impale her with that monster 
protruding out from his belly!

With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, 
he could feel a shudder run through her whole body and 
hear her whimper in a muffled moaning sound. He moved 
his fingers around inside against the jelly-like 
surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right 
up to the high arch deep inside where it ran into her 
cervix.

She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he 
held her fast, and, at one furious point, he steadied 
her by clutching one hand around her bare waist, 
feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps 
snap the top half of her from the bottom at that 
brittle junction. He moved forward and pinned her 
writhing body tightly down into the squeaking mattress.

Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet 
she felt that she had to at least try to protect 
herself. The weight of his body over her and the 
pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all 
but useless and she could feel his strong erection as 
it jerked against the flesh of the inside of her thigh. 
She knew that he was going to take her... now! His 
breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in 
helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she 
was going to have to endure at the hands of her lust-
crazed uncle.

She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between 
her thighs and she gritted her teeth, trying to fight 
back the urge to be sick. She felt it probing, slipping 
at her between his guiding fingers. It felt massive...  
entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.

God, it's impossible... it won't fit... it can't go 
in... it's impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts 
were racing through her mind she could feel him slowly, 
agonizingly slowly forcing his way into the tight, 
unyielding hole.  She could sense her body screeching 
in every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away 
her precious virginity.

Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a 
raw sensitive wound being both soothed and stimulated 
by an alien pressure which was a result of his depraved 
cruel attack.

A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, 
exploding from his mouth and resounding from what 
seemed to be every corner of the room. She wasn't sure 
whether the noises were entirely his or whether she was 
screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.

Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis 
pushed harder and harder against the elastic ring of 
her womb. Then, with one gigantic effort he threw back 
his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his 
loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. 
His lust-starved prick flooded into her like a great 
tide, bursting and smashing all before it, deeper and 
deeper into and through the thin membrane of her 
maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the 
roundness of her buttocks. 

He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against 
a window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down 
between her spread thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, 
hurt her, make her pay for having such a young, 
innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a 
long time and now he was taking her. His head flopped 
forward and he placed his hands convulsively on the 
girl's shoulders, drawing them up her back as he thrust 
and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. 

He drew them with savoring deliberation down her back 
and held her waist for a second and then clasped her 
hips so that his fingers fit into the crease of her 
thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each 
other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her 
ass hard back against his onrush and held his prick 
inside her to its fullest extent while he revolved his 
hips around and around, scraping the tender, aching 
walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.

"Aaaaggggghhhhh... nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I 
can't stand it." She groaned, the pain almost too much 
for her to bear. Her virginity had been split wide 
asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent girl 
of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back 
and forth on top of her fucking into her like a 
stallion gone mad.

Her own uncle...

She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could 
feel herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a 
faint as his huge penis battered deeper and deeper into 
her belly.

He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing 
prick, moist along its whole length from her 
involuntary secretions and a slight trickling of blood 
as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the 
ragged pink edges of her flesh drawing back with it and 
swallowing it whole again like the lips of a child 
sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy sucker. His 
eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep 
throated groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm 
of thrust and withdrawal, bruising her buttocks with 
his loins at every thrust, clasping her thighs and 
crushing them back at every withdrawal.

The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread 
her thighs further apart, unaware that she was lying a 
dead weight under his punishment. He flattened her body 
even further into the mattress with the weight of his 
arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial 
offering of the virgin to some fleshy god. She was a 
source of pleasure on which he could vent his every 
sexual whim. His head tingled and his penis throbbed 
and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with 
steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of 
power with her body helpless beneath him like this and 
he lunged at her open crotch with all the strength of 
his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He 
wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force 
from her screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to 
lose his whole body, the whole of his loins in her 
belly.

He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from 
her mouth each one cut short by the stabbing overlap of 
another with each pile driving entry he made into the 
elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.

He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his 
penis as he screwed his hips against her and he could 
feel the solid, dammed-up weight of the flood-tide 
building in his loins.

He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back 
and forth, sweat running into his eyes. He was grunting 
like a pig as he continued the inhuman battering 
against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and 
harder at her until she was buffeted forward against 
the headboard and she moaned with pain with every 
movement. He felt his punishing prick, his impaling 
phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of 
bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He 
tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the 
skin of her back and with every forward surge he 
trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying 
testicles.

He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, 
his passion soaring to a fever pitch. There was no 
holding himself back now, he had to empty himself 
completely inside this young helpless girl... this 
young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl 
on top of for so many years. He could feel her begin to 
regain her consciousness and her body begin to squirm 
under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her 
movements incited him more and he thrust harder between 
her wide-spread thighs, ramming his cock up inside her 
into the deepest, secret recesses of her belly. He 
groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from holding back, 
until he could stand it no longer. His whole body 
shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the 
roaring flood of hot, white semen broke loose and 
rushed into her in boiling profusion through his thick, 
hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging 
torrent of thick white cream.

Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him 
erupting inside her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into 
the hidden corners of her vagina and filling her belly 
almost to the bursting point with the hot, slippery 
liquid.

Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to 
make me pregnant! The thought flickered half 
consciously through her dazed and tortured mind. She 
tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the 
slightest hope of escape now and there was nothing left 
but to lie passively beneath him as he throbbed the 
remaining store of his passion deep up inside her.

Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate 
humiliation, her uncle grunted and slipped his cock 
wetly out from between her thighs letting it lie for a 
long minute against the inner softness of her leg. She 
could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face 
and in her dazed state of mind finding herself hoping 
he had had enough and would steal away quietly to leave 
her alone in her misery and shame.

But, he did not move and the horrible realization that 
perhaps it had all just begun brought a quiver of fear 
through her battered and ravished body.

Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and 
all the honor she possessed enough?

Christine thought that she would not be able to bear 
the pain of this horrible rape any longer without going 
completely insane. The searing fire that was burning 
deep in her belly could not be extinguished and she 
wished with all her heart that she could slip into the 
welcome darkness of death. There was nothing else left 
now.

She rolled slightly on her side trying to force her 
uncle's weight off of her.

He slid to her side, but didn't release the hold that 
he had around her waist.

She tried to struggle, but her stomach was still tight 
with pain and his grip was too strong.

"Please stop now," she whimpered. "You've done what you 
wanted with me, I'm no good for anyone else, now, 
please leave me alone." Her pleas fell on deaf ears and 
she heard her uncle utter a low sadistic chuckle.

"Now, now, my darling little niece. We haven't finished 
our little fun yet.  I've waited a long time to get 
into that proud little pussy of yours and now I want 
everything you've got to offer... right now... 
tonight!" He hissed down at her, his hot stale breath 
causing the poor terrorized girl to turn her head to 
the side to blot out the unpleasantness and the 
horrible, depraved leer on his face. Tears began to 
stream down her face again in an uncontrollable flood 
of self-pity and shame. She found herself wondering how 
long it would go on and what other sick indignities he 
had in mind for her. Although now...  now what did it 
matter... what did anything matter... she was ruined... 
ruined forever... nothing could be worse than that.

Her body lay still now in a dazed stupor, too hurt and 
shamed to offer the slightest resistance even as she 
felt herself being rolled over on the bed by his harsh 
calloused hands. His hot weight dropped on her back, 
his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass 
of soft jelly.

She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's penis 
once more, this time jerking against the crease of her 
buttocks and she could feel the pressure of his hands 
on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm muscles 
of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he 
smoothed her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to 
twist away from him, not yet aware of what he was going 
to do.

She felt a dull discomfort between her buttocks and she 
shuddered against him, but made no other movement, as 
if she realized the futility of opposition.

He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of 
her buttocks. It was hot between them and the flesh was 
a little wet and clinging from his sperm. His fingers 
began to explore the tight, puckered skin around the 
tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, 
the lewd, obscene thought that he was going to sodomize 
her, ram his thickening penis right up her virgin 
rectum. Oh God, Oh God, ran helplessly through her 
mind. She could not move.  He drew aside the buttocks 
like two halves of a soft fruit. She tried to tense her 
soft cheeks together again, but he tore at them with 
brutal determination and she was forced to give up her 
struggle.

"You're going to just love this, my little one," he 
laughed lecherously, savoring the idea of further 
punishment to her already tortured body. He leaned back 
slightly so he could see the crinkled ring of tender 
flesh around the tiny, smooth lips of her anus. He 
sucked in his breath and dug at it menacingly with his 
middle finger. She cried out as he scratched the 
rubbery opening with his nail and then tried to push 
her body further into the bed to avoid this painful and 
degrading probing.

He felt the warmth of her anus as the tight hole closed 
around his finger up to the first knuckle and his whole 
hand squeezed in vice-like pressure on her closed 
buttocks. He slapped the white orbs of flesh gleefully 
with his free hand making her cry out as dark flushes 
of angry color shadowed her bottom. He caught her by 
the nape of the neck and squeezed savagely with his 
thumb and forefinger.

"Relax," he rasped. "Open up your ass or I'll break 
your fucking neck!" Her buttock muscles were tightening 
involuntarily against his degrading intrusion.

She gasped and pleaded with him in low excitations of 
pain as he felt her body relax slightly and go limp, to 
be used as he desired!

He moved his finger deeper into the tight little hole 
causing her to cry out again, but she checked her 
tension half-way as she felt the increasing pressure of 
his fingers on her neck.

He moved his finger further and further into her 
rectum, scraping the side with his nail in cruel, 
painful delight. He continued unmercifully, increasing 
his force and roughness and delighting in it every 
moment.

She began to move her behind like a small frightened 
animal, trying to escape but getting pinioned more and 
more by the exertion of its struggle.

She could think of nothing but the pain as his fingers 
delved and scraped at the anal lining and the flesh 
seemed to be tearing away from the rest of her body.

She was sobbing uncontrollably now, in pain and in 
humiliation. Her pleas only seemed to encourage further 
indecencies from her uncle and now she knew that this 
would be a long night of terror and horror from which 
she would never recover as long as she lived.

Her uncle looked down at her writhing body and his 
penis jerked against the inside of her thighs, 
throbbing lustfully once more. This was the way he'd 
destroy her... by ravishing her virginal anus... that 
would humiliate her most and that was what he wanted to 
do. She had put him off all this time and now the proud 
little bitch was going to pay for it!

His penis felt like a swollen bruise, as if it were 
doing him some physical harm not to shove it into her 
and every moment's hesitation was a specialized piece 
of torture.

He removed his fingers from her behind and held his 
penis in his hand, stroking it gently, feeling as 
though he would cum any moment. Gently he pulled the 
foreskin back revealing the bright red head, glistening 
and shiny.

He tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her 
buttocks back against his thickened, demanding prick. 
It rode starkly against the intimate crease of her 
behind and ground against her for several seconds, and 
his fingers finally directing his staff at the small 
round target which he had already stretched 
experimentally. The knob of his prick prodded without 
any distinct feeling for a few moments, just the 
tightness of the entry.

He gritted his teeth, holding her waist in a 
pulverizing grip, pushing her down into the bed, 
punishing the bottom that reared up and billowed out 
towards his eyes. She had a beautiful little ass, he 
thought wildly. She was beautiful but he'd ruin her, 
make her his through sheer humiliation and power.  She 
would never forget this night as long as she lived.

He jerked into her with long, hip-thrusting stabs which 
made him bite his lips at the sensation. He could feel 
her anus clasping the tip of his prick now, pressing 
against it and he could feel her legs flailing out on 
either side trying to avoid his impalement.

"Ooooohhhhh... uuugggghhhh!" A long moan of pain burst 
from her lips and her body thrashed wildly under his, 
completely pinioned and helpless. She gnashed her teeth 
in pain as he pressed deeper down the back passage 
until half of the length of his prick was inside her.

She bucked her bottom up at him, trying to throw him 
off, but as she moved at him he rammed it further into 
her until the complete shaft of his penis was buried 
deep inside the tight, unused passage.

"What would your precious Jimmy think of you now," he 
grunted through his panting breath. "How do you like it 
in your ass, Chrissie?" he hissed, his eyes blazing in 
sadistic fury.

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned beneath him, his lewd, 
depraved taunts searing into her brain.

When he rammed in, his foreskin was pulled painfully 
back in a sharp blaze of stabbing pain, and as he 
withdrew to the tip, her rectum seemed to drag at his 
powerful rod as if hating to let it retreat.

She had never thought of such humiliation. She would 
never be able to look Jimmy or anyone else in the face 
again.

Her buttocks were thrust up at his and she could feel 
the heat of his body against her thighs as her body was 
joined to his through her unused, virginal back 
passage.

He rammed in and out of her, working at her without 
thought for the pain, mental and physical, that she was 
suffering.

She thought dully that she would rather be dead. She 
felt the salt of her tears on her lips as her mouth 
opened in a involuntary gasp. Every time he smashed his 
phallus into her there was a confusion of pain, as if 
she were being impaled on some enormous, sharp stake.

It seemed as if his massive organ was right up to her 
belly, tearing her insides to pieces, as if suddenly he 
would tear some part of her and in a flare of pain and 
light and shame, she would sink into death. She felt 
completely degraded as she heard his gasps, his 
muttered obscenities as he continued to batter her in 
cruel delight. She coughed into the pillow, sure that 
she would be sick at any moment and wishing that he 
would finish and stop his crude impalement.

He was in a delirium, a crazy, hating grin was forcing 
his lips back away from his teeth. She was completely 
subjugated to him, completely in his power. He knew 
this because she has lost the power of thought except 
for the raping, the plunder of the pain at her anus, 
her stretched yielding anus. The pain, the sensation he 
was inflicting was the only reality for her at the 
moment.

He jammed his penis into the softening moistening 
cavity, destroying her, annihilating her with every 
stroke. This was what she asked for, walking around 
with that pert little ass, so righteous and holy. He 
knew that she would always remember this, remember him, 
indelibly and this is what he wanted.

His penis was a weight of sensation, heavy and charged 
with a squeezing agony of rapture. He could hardly bear 
the thought that he was so deep in her rectum, 
destroying her and providing him with this sadistic 
ecstasy. He wished that he could go on for ever and 
ever, but he could feel the pressure building up in his 
prick and he knew that he would cum soon... cum in that 
tight ass of hers. A flush was burning his face, his 
thighs and his whole being was throbbing.

Christine groaned and writhed beneath the wild abandon 
of his thrusts, knowing that her struggles only made it 
worse and goaded him into a greater strength of 
purpose. Her mind was blank and her thoughts would not 
come. There was nothing but a great all enfolding 
blackness around her -- the blackness and the pain that 
drummed into her backside with each buttock-flattened 
lurch he made into her. She involuntarily squirmed her 
behind attempting to ease the pain and pressure knowing 
at the same time that it would only hasten his vile 
flood of semen deep up into her rectum. The movement 
helped and mistaking it for the surrender of her body 
to his violent love-making she could hear her uncle's 
voice hissing lewd words of encouragement wetly against 
the back of her neck:

"That's it, baby, twist that thing... Screw it back... 
tighten it... Oooooh God, yes that's it... that's 
it..."

And she did! She wanted it over, she wanted it finished 
and gradually she could feel herself without feeling 
clasping and unclasping the tight elastic ring of her 
anus around the hardness of his pistoning cock in 
rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her 
buttocks.

Why not! Why not! drummed ceaselessly through her 
tortured brain. This is what he wants, this is what 
they all want. I'll give it to them! I'll give it to 
them!

And then the dam burst inside her. The pain, the 
helplessness of her position, the lewd fucking he had 
given her a few moments before were all too much. Her 
mind and body snapped!

"Oooooh God, go ahead! Give it to me! Give it to 
meeeee!" She lurched crazily back against him. Screwing 
the soft rounded cheeks of her ass hard back against 
his driving pelvis. A fire sparked in her belly 
erupting like an explosion -- driving all thoughts of 
rape, shame, and the fact that the crude, sweating male 
fucking into her from behind was her own uncle. Her own 
movements to end it had betrayed her and her body was 
no longer her body, her rectum was no longer her 
rectum. They all belonged to someone else, someone she 
didn't know, someone over whom she had no control!

"Oooooh God, NO, NO, I can't, I can't let it happen!" 
Her whimpers droned piteously down into the mattress, 
her teeth clenched tightly together in a vain, hopeless 
attempt to quell the holocaust of involuntary desire 
suddenly raging out of control down between her legs. 
Her last thoughts of faithfulness to Jimmy were jarred 
from her by the lewd, obscene words of her uncle 
grunting wetly down into the softness of her hair from 
behind.

"I knew you'd like it, baby, I knew you'd like a little 
cock from your old Uncle. How about it, baby, don'cha?"

The very lewdness of his words coupled with the hot 
grunt passion smashed the last vestiges of her pride 
from her mind and body.

"Oh God, Yessss!" she hissed, her buttocks squirming 
back against him now as though she were a maniac. She 
couldn't get enough, she couldn't get it deep enough! 
She wanted more! More! More!

"What'dya want, baby," he taunted, slowing his strokes 
to a maddening, teasing rhythm.

"I want IT! I want IT!" she whimpered, the words 
rolling shamelessly from her mouth.

"What, and where? What do ya want, my hot little 
innocent niece?" A sneer of conquest was apparent in 
his words as he continued the tormenting of the now 
fully aroused girl.

"Your cock! I want your cock fucking me in the ass! 
Hard! Harder, PLEASE... PLEASE... OH GOD, DO IT 
HARDER!"

A lewd grin of victory crossed lustfully over his lips, 
his cock palpitating like a beating drum. His loins 
were feverish, his whole body swelling with a sense of 
obscene triumph. He muttered, the breath coming from 
his lips in hard laboring gasps as he hammered harder 
and harder into her rectum. He could feel his cock 
growing on the verge of ejaculation and this would be 
the ultimate victory to feel his hot boiling sperm 
shooting deep down into her young tender asshole where 
no man may ever tread again. 

This was his triumph... the subjugation of this young, 
proud bitch who had lorded her body over him like she 
was too good for anything for so many years. But now... 
now he owned her. He possessed her virginal young body 
and she was nothing more now than a fleshy receptacle 
for his passion and lust and he had turned her as much 
animal as he was. There was no holding either of them 
back now.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," she chanted her passion out 
beneath his pounding body, the juices of passion rising 
like a flood-tide deep in the well of her belly.

And suddenly it was there -- there for both of them!

"Ooooo ooooo ohhhhh, baby... yes yessss... I'm 
cumming... I'm cumming in that tight little ass of 
yours!"

Christine bucked and writhed beneath her uncle like a 
wounded wild animal in the last throes of death, 
feeling a sudden jerking of his throbbing cock deep up 
inside her belly as he pumped his hot liquid sperm far, 
far up into the hidden recesses of her rectum. At the 
same time, spurred by the flooding release of his 
passion cascading through her body she could feel the 
fire of exploding lust erupting deep down in the secret 
corners of her own loins.  Corners she never knew 
existed, corners she had never felt before. 

Her body shook, her nerves quivered and with a wild 
scream of sudden cataclysmic release she burst! Burst 
inside like a thousand roman candles going off at once 
in gentle curving arches of blinding flashes of color 
and light that lifted her from the earth and then 
crushed her to the ground again!

Their bodies quivered uncontrollably together for a few 
long, long moments and then her uncle collapsed over 
the limp, aching curves of her back. Christine lay 
still, the shame of what she had done and the 
humiliation of the knowledge that her own body had 
betrayed her -- and betrayed her to her own uncle -- 
seeping slowly back into her mind. She didn't dare move 
or open her eyes. 

She couldn't bear the thought of looking at him. She 
could never look at him again. It would always bring 
back the horrible, depraved memory of what he had done 
-- or, rather what they had done. She had been as much 
a part of it as he had at the end and she could never 
forget that. She had betrayed herself, Jimmy, and all 
the things really that she had ever held sacred.  
Nothing could ever be the same again.

Later, he rolled limply from her body without saying a 
word. She could hear him fumbling with his pajamas by 
the bed and knew that he was looking down at her. She 
had the urge to reach down and pull the sheet up over 
her to cover herself from his sight but couldn't find 
the strength. Instead, she lay just as he had left her, 
flat on her stomach, with her legs still spread 
obscenely out on the mattress.

In a moment when he had finished dressing he bent over 
the bed and touched her, causing a shiver of revulsion 
to run the length of her battered body.

"You were a nice fuck, little niece. We'll have to try 
that again soon. Real soon," he chuckled. She was aware 
of the sound of the door opening and closing and that 
was all. Sleep came rapidly, a deep but tortured sleep 
in which the entire world was beset by nothing but 
hideous, ravaging monsters.

The next few weeks were lived in dread, afraid that 
somehow Jimmy would find out of her horrible experience 
with her uncle and stop seeing her. She had not been 
able to really look him in the eyes since that night 
and she knew that he realized that something was wrong. 
He was trying to be patient with her and kept 
apologizing for actions in the barn the first night of 
vacation.

Poor Jimmy, she thought. He is blaming himself for 
something that he thinks he did, when I wish that it 
had been him. She knew that she had been uneasy, but 
she was worried as well as ashamed for she hadn't been 
feeling well and she lived in the fear that she was 
pregnant from that terrible night. Her attitude towards 
sex had changed radically and Jimmy wondered what had 
caused her sudden change and willingness, not knowing 
that she was going to try to get him to break his 
promise and finally sleep with her. 

She couldn't bear the thought of carrying her uncle's 
baby... maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if 
she found out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be 
sure whose it was and it would be easier to take. Her 
mind was cluttered with every thought from running 
away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion... but then 
she wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, 
after all, it was a shock to her complete system and 
maybe this was the problem.

Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was 
over and she would be free for the summer. She had 
written to her aunt explaining that she had been 
offered a job at a summer camp in the Adirondacks as a 
counselor so she wouldn't be coming home. She couldn't 
stand the thought of looking at her uncle. She could 
still visualize his wicked, leering looks in her sleep 
and she knew that it would be a long time before she 
would be able to sleep peacefully and forget -- if 
ever.

Jimmy stood on the platform of the train station and 
waved goodbye to her as the coaches slowly pulled out. 
He couldn't figure out what had happened or what had 
gone wrong, she just said that she was going away for 
the summer and that she would write to him and let him 
know where she was.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked back and saw 
the forlorn, lost looking figure standing there. She 
knew that she hadn't been completely fair with Jimmy, 
but what else could she do. She had made a doctor's 
appointment by phone from the school, using a 
fictitious name, a Mrs., of course and soon she would 
know the truth whatever it may be. She didn't want 
Jimmy to worry unnecessarily but the anguish she was 
going through was like an albatross around her neck. 

She couldn't eat or sleep properly and the only thing 
that she could think about was; What if I'm pregnant? 
What can I do. It would be a relief to know one way or 
the other. She was sure that the uncertainty was worse 
than what the actual outcome would be. If she wasn't 
pregnant she would look for a job... maybe she even 
could get a position as a counselor, but if she were... 
what would she do then?

The train ride seemed to take forever and she grew more 
and more depressed as she watched the telephone poles 
along the side of the track so stark and so nothing. 
That's what I'm like right now, she thought... nothing. 
But, finally the train began to slow to a stop and she 
had arrived in Penn Station, New York City.

She hailed a cab and gave the address of a cheap West 
side hotel which bore a garish sign "Transients 
Welcome."

The grayness of the building and the rundown condition 
made it far from luxuriously, but this was to be her 
home for the next few days at least, and maybe for the 
remainder of the summer.

The desk clerk showed her to her room after collecting 
the "$25.00 a week in advance, lady," and she fell onto 
the bed in nervous exhaustion.

She had only been sleeping a few hours when someone 
knocked at her door. A woman of about thirty stood 
there, stared at her for a moment and said, "Oh, I'm 
sorry, I guess the girl who used to have this room has 
moved." She started to walk down the hall then turned 
back. "If you need any help in getting organized in 
this flea trap they call a hotel, let me know. You look 
like you may be in need of a friend. I'm in the room at 
the end of the hall if you feel like talking."

"Thanks, I may take you up on that, it's my first trip 
to the big city as they say."

Now that she was awake, she freshened her makeup, 
adding just a touch more than she usually did. After 
all, she had to look like a married woman, not a girl 
of seventeen. She looked in the mirror, not really 
satisfied with the results, but they would have to do.

Nervously, she dialed the phone and waited while it 
rang seven or eight times.

She was about to hang up when a voice answered, "Dr. 
Patrick's office."

"Yes," she stammered. "This is Mrs. Bradley, I called 
you a few days ago for an appointment, I just want to 
confirm it."

"Certainly, Mrs. Bradley, be here at 9 a.m. tomorrow, 
right?"

"Right, I'll be there."

Darn, she thought. I was sure that I was to go today, 
I'm not sure that I can stand another day of waiting 
and not knowing. She walked down the hall to the door 
where the other woman said she was staying and knocked.

"Hi, I'm Christine and I'm going to take you up on that 
offer for a kind word and friendly conversation."

Christine noticed that the woman, who introduced 
herself as Elaine Singer had probably at one time been 
a very attractive woman. Now her face was caked with 
too much makeup, her perfume was heady and cheap 
smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very 
snugly.

Oh well, she thought. She may not be the image of a 
Vogue model, but she may be a friend.

The conversation was rather stilted at first but after 
a half hour they were gabbing like old friends. 
Christine told her that she had come to New York from 
school and was going to look for a job in a few days, 
but she had some personal matters to take care of 
first.

Elaine seemed to sense that something was definitely 
troubling her and finally came right out and asked her, 
"Are you in some sort of trouble. You look pretty 
scared and you're awfully young to be running around 
the city alone. If I can help, just ask me, I know a 
lot of people in this town and maybe we can solve 
whatever it is. Let's go have a drink and talk some 
more, I'll introduce you to the local, friendly 
neighborhood tavern.

The two went out into the cool evening air and walked 
to a small, dingy-looking bar on West 48th Street, just 
a short distance from the theatre district.

"Shorty," she said to the bartender, who was a fat, 
greasy looking man, "I'd like you to meet new one to 
the neighborhood... Christine."

He nodded slightly, grunted something that sounded 
like, "Nice to know you" and asked them what they 
wanted to drink.

"How 'bout two tequilas? Okay with you, Chris?"

She had never had much experience with liquor, except 
for the occasional beer or wine at a party, but she 
didn't want to appear too young, so she nodded in 
agreement. A very few drinks later she could feel her 
head beginning to spin, she felt dizzy, like she wanted 
to lie down, and before she knew it she had spilled out 
her whole horrible story to her new-found friend.

Elaine listened intently, weighing each word and 
nodding at the appropriate times.

"Well, sweetie," she said, "I have this friend of mine 
who is a doctor of sorts and I'm sure that I can 
arrange for him to see you tonight if you're all that 
upset. At least this way you'll know. Besides, even if 
you are, he can take care of that too... for a small 
fee, of course."

Christine nodded her head silently in agreement. The 
effect of the tequila had made any thought of further 
delay impossible. Elaine walked to the phone to call 
her "friend." Her friend was Sam Price... part-time 
"doctor," part-time gambler, and all-time racketeer. He 
controlled the largest call girl ring in the city, most 
of the dope peddling and was a willing "fence" for 
stolen property... mainly young innocent and 
inexperienced girls like Christine.

"Can I bring her over tonight, Sam?" Elaine whispered 
into the phone. "I think you'll like this one! If I 
feed her a few more tequilas and slip her one of "Dr. 
Price's" famous pills, she'll be calm as a cucumber and 
just dying for your attention.

"All right, Elaine. If you really think she's that 
good. If I like her, you'll get your usual fee, plus 
the right to watch the initiation. I swear, I don't 
know why you get such a charge of seeing a new girl 
inducted into my services!" He chuckled softly and hung 
the receiver back in the cradle.

Christine was very well inebriated as Elaine guided her 
gingerly to a taxi for the short ride to Sam Price's 
place of business. She weaved against Elaine, faltering 
with each step and her head felt very heavy.

"I'm not sure I can make it," she murmured through her 
stupor.

"Sure you can, sweetie. Just hang on tight and we'll be 
there in no time."

As the cab swung around the corner to Sixth Avenue, 
Christine felt a strange sensation surging through her 
body. She felt warm, but that could just be the whisky, 
she rationalized. However, it wasn't just a warm 
feeling, it was a slow ache, a burning beginning to 
build up in her loins. She wanted to put her hand 
underneath her skirt and feel the flesh of her thighs 
and run her fingers over her most intimate part. She 
hadn't felt this desire since that night she had 
masturbated herself after she left Jimmy in the barn. 
This was crazy, she thought, but the desire was 
becoming stronger.

Elaine glanced sideways at her in the cab and she knew 
that her pill was beginning to take effect. God, she's 
going to be hot by the time I get her to good old Sam. 
He's really going to enjoy this one. Hope to heaven 
she's not pregnant, because then we can use her in the 
ranks right away. Otherwise it will be a few weeks... 
but those are the breaks.

Finally the driver pulled up in front of an old, 
dilapidated building in the West 90's and said, "Here 
you are lady. Hope your friend feels better, she sure 
don't look too good right now. Shouldn't drink so much 
if you can't handle it."

Elaine nodded, paid him the fare and steered Christine 
through the ground entrance way and to the back of the 
building.

Sam Price met them at the door, smiled at Elaine a 
knowing, appreciative smile and then turned to 
Christine.

He looked almost like a real doctor in his white 
jacket. He kept it around for just such occasions. 
Actually, he had taken a quick "cram course" from 
another "doctor," so he really could tell her whether 
or not she was pregnant, and take care of it if she 
were, but this was not his main purpose.

He patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well 
there. I understand that you think you may have a 
little problem. Let's have a look... just relax now and 
everything will be all right."

She could feel this gnawing ache becoming stronger and 
stronger in her loins and she almost wished that he 
would hurry with his examination. She was burning with 
a strange all-consuming desire and she wanted to be 
touched!

"Take your clothes off and get on the couch and we'll 
see," he told her -- a cold clinical detachment in his 
voice.

She hesitated for a moment, but Elaine reassured her 
that everything would be all right, that she would be 
right there so to go ahead and do as the "Doctor" said.

"I'm ready, doctor," she managed to stammer.

He turned and faced this young girl lying on his couch, 
naked, waiting to see if she was pregnant. He moved 
over and stood beside her, looking down at her naked 
voluptuous body.

He let out a low whistle and turned to Elaine. "You 
were right, she is a beauty. Just a few more minutes 
and she'll be so hot that she'll beg me to let her have 
it."

She could hear only parts of the conversation between 
him and Elaine, because the tequila, plus the pill she 
had been slipped were just about going full strength. 
All she knew was that her vagina was pounding, aching 
to be touched, fingered and she unconsciously let her 
hand wander to the junction of her thighs. It was as 
though the others had disappeared completely. Musingly, 
she began to play with the soft pubic mound, gently 
pulling at the thin blonde hair and letting her fingers 
play gingerly with the lips of her vagina. Sam and 
Elaine watched her display intently, smiling knowingly 
at each other.

"She's had it now, Sam. I told you the pill would do 
it," the older woman grinned lasciviously at him. 
"She'll be the best screw you've had in a long time."

Her body was stretched out limply, but beautiful and 
vulnerable. She was so young and so innocent-looking 
lying there that Sam could not hold back any longer and 
his hands reached down to touch the soft, supple skin 
of her belly.

"Go ahead, Sam, make her really squirm for it," Elaine 
said huskily, her breath coming faster. He felt her 
stomach, gently, the soft flesh yielding to his touch 
and then he felt it a little more firmly. He looked 
down at her breasts, bulbous and taut like round white 
balloons in a gleaming skin with their dimpled, erect 
nipples. He placed his hand expertly in her vagina, 
feeling her involuntary withdrawal.

"It's all right... just relax," he said, a strange 
obscene lust burning in his eyes.

She wanted to relax, but she also wanted to thrust her 
hips upward against his probing fingers. He was going 
through all the right preliminaries just as any real 
doctor would do, savoring the moment when she would be 
out of her mind with desire and begging him to fuck 
her.

Her vagina was moist and her eyes were fixed on his 
face as if it were a magnet, and she moaned softly.

"Have you had any sickness," he asked in a very 
professional manner, all the time manipulating his 
fingers deep in her vagina, knowing that it was driving 
her out of her mind.

"No" she whispered huskily. "None at all, really."

"Pull your legs up a little," he said.

She obeyed him automatically and he buried his fingers 
ever deeper into the tight confines of her womb. He 
could feel the walls of her cunt close around his 
fingers and her breath was coming more rapidly. She 
realized that she was becoming uncontrollably excited 
and she didn't want him to ever take his fingers out of 
her, even though she knew she should stop him right now 
before she lost complete control. But Elaine's soft 
comforting voice floated to her.  "It's all right, 
dear, he's just a doctor."

Finally, knowing that he was torturing her beyond all 
her capacity to resist, he slowly withdrew his hand 
from her smooth, wet vagina.

"I think you are mistaken," he said heavily, for he, 
too, was becoming excited with the thought of having 
this young thing under his command. "You're not 
pregnant."

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Elaine 
with a crazy relaxed smile on her face as she tried to 
raise herself from the couch. Through the misty haze 
that was clouding her vision, she saw Elaine standing 
alongside the doctor, holding something in her hand. 
She blinked to clear the picture and realized that they 
were straps. She lay back, still in her stupor and 
wishing that he hadn't finished his "examination" so 
quickly, she felt unfulfilled and once more she let her 
hands unconsciously feel the intimate crease between 
her legs. Everything had suddenly become so unreal... 
so faraway. There was nothing but the warm, soft tingle 
between her legs.

The two onlookers chuckled softly and she stared at 
them not knowing what to do, or even whether or not she 
could do anything even if she wanted to.  Suddenly she 
felt the leather of the straps on her wrists, pulling 
her hands away from her vagina and strapping them to 
the side of the couch.

"W-w-whhhaat?" she stammered and tried to jerk at the 
confines, but it was too late. She was really too weak 
to fight, but something deep inside her warned her that 
there was something unnatural about to happen. Her 
body, however, ached and longed for attention. She 
wondered, looking at the doctor... I wonder how big his 
prick is. God, I've never felt this way before... I 
actually want a hard, demanding prick in me, fucking 
me, making me cum 'till I can't stand it. She writhed 
beneath the firm hold of the leather and the two others 
watched her sensual moves lustfully.

Slowly the man called Sam began to take off his clothes 
and he could see her watching him, fascinated. He 
stripped off every stitch and he could feel the cool 
night air touch all over his body as a breeze blew in 
from the window.  His penis was at half-mast, but it 
began to rise to full glorious height as he moved 
toward her. He stood directly in back of her head, 
letting his veined and throbbing phallus jerk sensually 
just over her mouth. She watched it, completely in a 
trance as it bounced up against his stomach. It looked 
so huge, but she wanted to reach out and touch it, as 
if to make sure it was real.

She directed her pleas back to the doctor who was about 
to climb up on the couch with her. He leaned forward 
slightly and placed his rampant prick in the cleft 
formed by her breasts so that her warm flesh seemed to 
kiss it lightly with her warmth.

He crushed her breasts with his hands, splaying them in 
all directions, disfiguring them so that they oozed 
solidly from his hands and between his fingers. He 
pushed her supple, full breasts together so that they 
met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which 
his penis was lodged. He pressed them hard so that they 
squeezed his pulsing organ tightly like a glove as he 
began to sway back and forth over her, thrusting his 
stiffened prick through the channel formed by her warm, 
smooth-skinned breasts. As he thrust, the bright red 
knob of his prick appeared at the far end of the 
tunnel, reaching towards her face which was contorted 
in unfilled desire. A crazed gleam shone in her eyes... 
the pill had done it's work well!

He thrust steadily against her breasts for several 
minutes, feeling his prick expand like a blown-up 
balloon. It began to ache in its roots and sting in the 
very tip as he moved with a greater mobility, clenching 
his teeth as his massive staff made a red, rubbing 
groove against her white, supple flesh.

She tried to urge her head forward in order to catch 
his jerking organ in her mouth so that she could feel 
its hardness and run her tongue along the sensitive 
underside, playing with the blood-filled head. She 
wanted to make him want her as much as she wanted to be 
satisfied. She wriggled up against him as much as she 
could and once again she felt other fingers slowly 
begin to play with the pink, aching lips of her vagina.

She could no longer stand the pressure between her legs 
and she began to beg and plead with him, her words 
rolling shamelessly from between her tightly clenched 
teeth.

"Fuck me... please fuck me. I want you inside me."

She listened to the words that were coming out of her 
mouth and she couldn't believe she was actually saying 
them. This was not at all like her, but she let the 
thought pass. The only thing she was aware of was that 
her body had to be satisfied... and quickly.

He felt his prick growing hot and strained and painful 
against the resistant tissue of her breasts and he 
removed one hand from her breasts and slowly began to 
edge his way down her body so that he could take her.

"All right, Elaine. Just watch now! I'm going to give 
her what she's been begging for, and then we can get 
her ready to meet the rest of our little club." He 
almost spit the words out because his teeth were 
clenched together tightly as he tried to control his 
now building passion.

She was trembling from head to foot and he could hear 
her murmur with passion.

"Oh... Oh," she whispered as he ran his hands in a 
long, quick caress over her back, bringing his 
fingertips up her spine and moving beneath her buttocks 
in order to lift her for his entry.

He could feel her thighs trembling against him and his 
prick jerked demandingly between the soft heat of her 
flesh and the shaft was tingling along its length like 
pins and needles.

"Don't wait," she begged. "Fuck me now... NOW... NOW... 
Oh I can't stand it," she said quickly.

She whimpered in deep-throated moans as he slowly began 
to prod at the tight opening of her vagina. He could 
wait no longer himself and he moved quickly between her 
thighs and immediately began to screw her, his cock 
splitting the warm lips of her pussy like butter. Her 
body began to move in wild abandon under his powerful 
strokes.

"Oh... oh... oh..." she groaned as if in agony, digging 
her nails into his sides. She wanted to grab his 
shoulders, his buttocks in order to push him even 
deeper into her, but her hands could not move.

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath his long, 
smooth strokes, and she groaned incessantly, her face 
contorted with passion, mouth working, nostrils flared 
and soft, deep moans coming from her throat.

He felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding him 
in, breaking and pulling all around his hot, bursting 
prick.

He pushed into her from his very toes and sent the last 
inch of his thickness plundering into her hot, clasping 
vagina, pulling a fresh, ecstatic groan from her lips, 
making her open her eyes to look at him with a wild, 
desirous, glazed look.

"Aggghhh... wonderful, wonder... ahhhhh!" She gasped as 
he cupped her buttocks with both bands and raised them 
off the couch for greater leverage, pushing into her 
with all the strength of his hips and thighs.

His loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her tight 
pelvis with that chasm at its center, pistoning in with 
strong, muscular regularity. His own breath was short 
and the thought of being able to hold her under such a 
spell excited him further.

He watched her face, drawing different expressions of 
passion from it as he moved his hands over her, as if 
she were an instrument which produced fresh sounds as 
he moved his fingers over its notes.

His loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning 
which swept through him in gusts of heat. He gasped and 
quivered as he fucked her, reveling in her flesh, the 
flesh of this beautiful, sensuous girl whom he had not 
even seen before this evening.

"Oh... ohhhhh, hard... harder... fuck me harder," she 
cried out, her desire seeming to be insatiable. She 
begged, gasping as if she'd burst something in her 
throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had 
become something demoniac, her legs wide apart as she 
twisted and contorted, urging him on.

Her body was hot and her head moved wildly from side to 
side, her mouth open in wild abandon. She swung her 
thighs up and clasped his waist in a vise-like grip, 
pulling him into her hot vagina deeper and deeper with 
each powerful thrust of his loins.

"Aagghhhhhh... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... now NOW! 
NOW! Yes... FUCK ME! Ram your hard prick deep into me! 
ooohhhhhhh." Her voice trailed off into a whisper as 
she jerked for several long moments and then began to 
relax with the pleasure of her orgasm.

The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his 
own potential climax and he dug deeply into her, 
screwing into her like an electric drill, crashing up 
to her cervix with his pulsating, near-bursting cock. 
She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering 
movements of belly and thighs. She was still highly 
excited and moved under him with a wild, eager passion.

"It's so gooood. It's soooo good." she murmured. "Fill 
me now, fuck me hard, let me have it. Kill me with 
it... fill me... fill meeee!"

She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up 
against the powerful lunges of his penis and he thrust 
savagely high and hard, searing up through her passage, 
resting at the apex of his drive and jogging there for 
just a second before withdrawing a little for another 
thrust... and another.

He could feel he was on the verge of the breakthrough 
and with one last mighty stab he let the flood of his 
hot, white seminal fluid surge deep into her belly.

"Oh Christ... I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming... 
Oooooh... Aaaaagh!" She groaned and felt the warm, 
searing jets of his hot, liquid sperm flooding deep 
down into the waiting depths of her contracting vagina. 
A warmth such as she had never known filled the whole 
insides of her sperm-hungry belly.

Slowly he withdrew from her, his penis hanging limp and 
weak between his legs.

"Marvelous performance, my dear Sam. You satisfied me 
completely also. That's quite a feat... two women at 
the same time." Elaine grinned over at him, a warm glow 
of admiration on her face.

She moved over to release the leather straps that were 
holding Christine's hands. Christine lay completely 
still, except for the rapid rising and falling of her 
chest as she struggled to catch her breath. The drug 
that she had been given was in effect and she felt 
almost powerless to move her head, much less her body, 
away from the couch. She could hear voices talking in 
what seemed the distance, so she closed her eyes and 
tried to relax, the warm, soft sensations of completion 
still fluttering butterfly-like through her body.

*

The next few days blurred one into the other. They kept 
her doped and slightly drunk and the drug had increased 
her sexual desires so much that she was now just about 
insatiable. Sam Price enjoyed watching her writhe in 
agony, begging him and anyone else who was around to 
fuck her. He obtained sadistic delight in watching her 
crawl and plead. This was the way be broke in all the 
new girls for his little racket... drugged into 
insensibility. The sex drives of the girls and their 
willingness to do anything at all to satisfy customers, 
or to amuse his boys along with the bonus that he had 
them hooked on some kind of narcotic or another, 
supplemented his business profits and his pleasure.

There was to be some sort of a party or initiation 
Christine understood. At least that's what she thought 
she heard through her ever-present drugged stupor and 
she wondered what they were going to do to her now. 
Elaine seemed to be some sort of a ring leader or 
recruiter for Sam Price and seemed to get her kicks 
from watching men abuse, rape and humiliate other 
women, especially young girls. She didn't think that 
she was a total lesbian, because she had never really 
taken an overactive part in the seductions even though 
she did help to tantalize and tease the girls into a 
sexual frenzy.

Right after supper, which she knew had been drugged 
because she began to get that same strange, gnawing 
desire, she was loaded into the back of a rather large 
car and driven to a huge, sprawling mansion somewhere 
in Connecticut.  She was in a daze, but she could hear 
dogs barking and muffled voices as the car seemed to 
pull up the winding driveway. She recognized some of 
the voices from conversations she had heard in the 
office during the week, but they were intermingled with 
the laughter and lighter voices of several women.

She heard one woman say, "Well, so this is our new 
recruit. They're getting younger every day, Sam. What 
are you trying to do, put us out of business."

From the conversations that followed she realized that 
she had fallen into the middle of a full-fledged, and 
completely organized, prostitution ring. So this was 
what they had planned for her! Her mind went back to 
the first days when she had been with Jimmy. She had 
been so innocent, so pure and so much in love. How 
could all of this have happened in such a short period 
of time?  The drugs they had been feeding her had 
turned her into an animal with an insatiable sex drive 
and she would do just about anything to satiate the 
awful hunger that remained constantly between her legs.

She was led into a room that was in semi-darkness 
except for a spotlight which was centered in the middle 
of the room on a huge bed. People seemed to be milling 
around waiting for something to happen, and she was 
sure that it was going to happen to her!

She felt some strong arms drag her across the floor and 
throw her onto the bed, stripping off her clothes as 
quickly as possible. A quiet hush fell over the room 
and you could hear gasps from the men as her body was 
revealed for everyone to see. She was too drugged to 
care who saw her and besides, the pressure and the 
desire in her loins was building momentum. She knew in 
her dazed stupor that someone would fuck her, otherwise 
why would they have her on the bed, but she was also 
sure they had other things in mind for her.

The men were looking at her body and grinning lewdly. 
One of them was saying something to her and she tried 
to answer him, but her voice was weak and she fell back 
onto the bed.

At last, Sam Price stood up and made his announcement.

"I want you to take a good look at my newest 
acquisition. I'm sure you'll agree that she is a fine 
addition and I must say that I have sampled her myself 
already. Tonight is your turn. She needs to learn so 
many new tricks so that she can satisfy any desire and 
it's up to you to break her in."

She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the 
reality and the hideousness of the situation struck 
home as she heard the footsteps of the first man 
approaching her. He was soon followed by several others 
and she wondered what atrocities she would have to 
endure tonight. She was thankful for the dizziness 
brought on by the drug, and she began to feel the deep 
burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs, but 
would they torture her without satisfying her. She 
couldn't bear to think of it.

Grinning, the men moved towards the bed and pinioned 
her arms and legs across the mattress, holding her body 
prostrate, face down. A man, who seemed to be the 
leader, unbuckled a thin leather belt and slipped it 
from his waist. He wrapped the end twice around his 
hand and then swished the leather through the air. He 
raised his hand again, drew back his lips from his 
teeth and lashed the belt down across her buttocks. 

She cried out, arched her back as her limbs dragged 
vainly against the pinioning hands. A thin red welt 
appeared across the white roundness of her buttocks, 
almost cutting the soft ovals in half with the cleavage 
between them in a dark cross. He raised the belt again 
and again, bringing it down across her aching bottom. 
She began to sob loudly as her body ground in pain into 
the bed. Finally he stopped his vicious beating as she 
lay quite still almost unconscious from the torture and 
the pain.

The man who had been beating her had worked himself 
into a sexual frenzy and he barked an order to the men 
who were holding her down and they pulled her to the 
edge of the bed, arranging her in a kneeling position.

He undid his fly in the front of his tight slacks and 
took out a long, thick length of penis which was 
standing out like a boom, jerking upward in the air.  
He held it in his fist and approached her from behind. 
The other men continued to grin, holding the fainting 
girl so that she couldn't fall.

"Move her back further," he commanded, and men lifted 
her and pushed her back at the leader's loins. He had 
settled himself comfortably on the edge of the bed and 
drew back his foreskin, revealing the huge, bright red 
knob. He put his hands on her buttocks and held them 
there for a moment like a blind man judging something 
by touch.

"Smooth as silk," he murmured.

He spread her cheeks, pulling the close-set orbs apart 
and gazed into the thin crack they revealed. He studied 
the tight elastic ring of the anus and spread it with 
his fingertips. He leaned forward suddenly and thrust 
his tongue at it. The grins of those holding her and 
the on-lookers grew wider and there was a wild delight 
to the leers now.

"Push her hard," he barked at them.

He held her buttocks apart like they were clay as they 
pushed her buttocks back against his stiffened prick. 
He held his cock and guided it at the little puckered 
anus. It jammed and stuck, unable to penetrate the tiny 
hole.

"Push harder," he commanded again.

Roughly the men shoved her back at the stiff, pulsing 
rod.

The irresistible wall of the little, red aperture met 
the immovable object of the rigid, throbbing phallus 
and the irresistible wall gave way.

She uttered a shriek of agony and his jaw jutted 
forward as the anus oozed painfully over the blood-
filled head of his penis. Her face was screwed up with 
pain and humiliation and tears began to stream down her 
face.

The man jerked his massive prick into her with little 
effort, leaving all the work to be done by his men.

She sobbed deeper in her throat as her body was rifled 
in the shameful sodomy and tears flooded her eyes, ran 
down her face and dripped from her chin to her breasts.

Suddenly her impaler stiffened, tensing forward on the 
bed. He gave a hoarse little cry, thrust several jabs, 
gave another cry and came inside the well of her 
buttocks. He jerked his sperm into her soft, dark 
depths and then sank back onto the bed as the other men 
pulled her off with a loud sucking noise.

She fell forward onto the bed, burying her head in the 
mattress and trying to regain her control.

She was still in a complete daze as she heard another 
group of men approach her and she heard applause, 
obviously for the last group's performance. She 
wondered what humiliation she would have to endure 
under their touch.

She felt herself being turned over and spread-eagled on 
the mattress, and ropes were being tied around her 
hands and ankles so that she could be unable to move in 
any way or resist any advance, no matter how horrible 
and degrading.

The first of the men unzipped his trousers and pulled 
out his already erect and pulsing staff and moved to 
the head of the bed kneeling by her face. Her vagina 
was aching for attention and the men knew it, but they 
were going to prolong her agony as long as possible 
until she would cry and beg to be fucked. The man's 
thick organ jerked wildly above her mouth and he 
commanded, "Suck it! Suck it nice, baby!"

Automatically she opened her mouth and felt him push 
his erect, thick penis deep into the back of her 
throat, almost choking her. She gasped for breath and 
he pulled out slightly, feeling the warmth of her lips 
encompassing his throbbing, anxious manhood. She sucked 
noisily on his prick while he rocked back and forth, 
wriggling his hips so that his huge phallus filled 
every corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile the other men and several women positioned 
themselves around the bed and began to tickle her 
lightly with long ostrich feathers. She could feel the 
soft down running between her legs, just high enough to 
tantalize the hard bud of her clitoris and down the 
inside of her thighs. She tried to wiggle free from 
this delicious torture that was teasing every nerve end 
in her body, but her bonds were secure and she would 
just have to endure the torture.

Suddenly she could feel the swollen staff that was in 
her mouth begin to jerk violently and she knew that he 
was about to cum. He uttered an animalistic cry, 
"Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard... harder... get it all!" 
and without waiting he emptied himself deep into the 
depths of her throat. She could barely catch her breath 
because of the flood of semen as it ran down her gullet 
into her belly. The sticky fluid was hot, coming in 
huge waves and she thought that he would never finish. 
She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her head. 
Finally he pulled his limp penis out from her mouth and 
let it lie momentarily on the side of her face.

Her body, her loins were aching with desire to be 
fulfilled and she cried out, "Someone... please, fuck 
me do something... please do something!"

The men continued to tickle her body, torturing her 
further, but finally someone was moving between her 
legs. She could feel someone's hot breathe blowing on 
the pulsing lips of her vagina and into her most 
intimate part. It was driving her out of her mind! How 
long were they going to continue this...  wouldn't 
someone give her some relief. Slowly she felt a pair of 
lips move up the inner part of her thigh, nibbling tiny 
bites of flesh as they moved closer to her cunt. She 
tried to move her body so that she could hasten the 
mouthing, but it was useless. Finally she felt a warm 
sensation against the moist cavity of her vagina. The 
man's tongue prodded roughly at the erect bud of her 
clitoris, flicking it up and down at a frenzied pace. 
She moaned under his touch, delirious with passion and 
lust... a desire that had to be fulfilled.

She sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed 
and tight relax into a loose abandon as her legs spread 
wide across the mattress.

The man was kneeling over her, the crevice of her 
buttocks being held apart by his thumbs. He pried the 
vaginal lips wide apart and pressed his mouth even 
further into her cunt. With one quick thrust he forced 
his tongue into the denied vagina and he heard her gasp 
from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft, wet 
passage, along with a sigh of relief. She screwed her 
buttocks tight up against his face, her vaginal passage 
contracting, opening and closing sharply around the 
long, probing length of his tongue as it sunk deep 
inside her.

Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and she 
twisted and twisted against him harder and harder as he 
began a sudden curling and flicking of the wet moist 
tongue imbedded inside her. He pushed his lips closer 
into her vagina and began sucking insistently at the 
lips and flesh around her open wound.

"OOhhhhh... ooohhhhh," she gasped, her body and mind 
completely out of control from the delicious and 
obscene sucking of her loins. He pushed his face harder 
into her crotch and licked and sucked with an 
uncontrollable frenzy.

Her cunt opened wider and wider and her moistness 
increased with each thrust of the man's tongue. She 
could feel herself about ready to cum!

The man could sense that she was about to explode and 
he wanted to fuck her in a proper manner, to bury his 
stiffened cock deep into that ready and moist cavity. 
Quickly he got to his knees and without warning shoved 
his thick, throbbing penis up to the very hilt as she 
moaned and fought for breath. He came quickly inside 
her and withdrew quickly, but she hadn't cum yet!

"Don't leave me now... please!" she shouted, but he 
just laughed and got to his feet.

He hadn't been out of her many seconds when she felt 
someone else mount the bed and place themselves between 
her wide-splayed thighs. She welcomed the hard cock as 
it battered deep inside her, forcing her to cum... to 
cum and cum again. When he had finished she wanted to 
relax, but one by one all the men began to mount her to 
relieve their desires and she was helpless to do 
anything. She didn't know how many men had had her, it 
didn't really matter.  Her body ached from the 
buffeting against the mattress and the ramming of the 
erect, thick rods, but finally she was cut loose and 
someone carried her off into another room of the house.

"We don't want to wear her out completely on the first 
night, do we?" Price said with a chuckle, but no one 
was particularly listening as everyone in the room had 
paired up or gone in threes and were going about their 
own special means of satisfaction.

*

The next few days were a complete blur to Christine as 
she lay in her room, aching and ashamed. It seemed that 
she was just waking up from a cruel nightmare, but 
found that every morbid detail of her fear and anguish 
was true! She knew that she would never be able to 
break the hold that Sam Price held on her and tears of 
humiliation and fear began to stream down her cheeks.  
She was not sure what he had done to her, but the 
searing pain in every opening of her body reminded her 
that she was no longer a virgin in any of her orifices, 
she had been cruelly violated and humiliated in every 
conceivable way.

She vaguely remembered that he had given her something 
that had increased her sexual desires to an 
uncontrollable height and had turned her into a 
frustrated animal and that she had actually begged some 
of the men to take her! This, more than anything, 
disgusted her because she realized that she no longer 
had control of her own body. 

She did not know what would be next, but she did know 
that even though she ached with pain deep within her 
belly, she again was beginning to feel a tightness 
building in her loins as she lay there, and that this 
desire would build until she would have to be satisfied 
once again. She knew the food they had been giving her 
was drugged and she had tried to hold off eating until 
finally the hunger had become so acute she could no 
longer stand it. She had eaten, knowing full well what 
the aphrodisiac result would be. And now she felt it.

She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft 
bulges her breasts made and she put her hands over the 
twin peaks and squeezed them impulsively. She could 
feel the nipples begin to harden and stand erect as she 
rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her 
hands and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She 
pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to 
control the mounting urge that was tearing through her 
loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating 
herself again, it just wasn't right, it was so 
degrading, but her desire had to be calmed.

She looked around the room, assuring herself that she 
was alone, she let her hand wander to the secret part 
between her legs. She pulled away the tight elastic of 
her soft, silk panties and raised them gently away from 
the firm, fullness of her thighs. Slowly, she let her 
fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and 
pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris.  
She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so 
that she would be able to move her fingers more easily 
along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina.

The lust that was burning inside her raged like a 
forest fire and had to be extinguished. She dipped her 
fingers into the moist cavern of her cunt, wiggling 
them, scraping her fingernails on the tender walls and 
writhed her hips up against her hand until she could 
not push any farther.

God, she thought, I need a man... I need a man, now... 
NOW! Her fingers worked furiously inside her, trying to 
satisfy the terrible sensation that was tearing her 
insides apart and making her cry out for satisfaction.

"Oh dear God, I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she 
said aloud, "that's what's happened to me!"

It was a drastic and stark realization for her to face, 
but the sensual lust-filled desire that enveloped her 
body quickly took her mind off any recriminations she 
was feeling. Nothing mattered but satisfaction, 
complete gratification of her bodily needs... NOW!

She tried to lie still for a moment in order to catch 
her breath so that she could start again with renewed 
vigor when she heard footsteps coming down the hall 
toward her room and the muffled voices of 2 men.

She recognized one of the voices as belonging to Sam 
Price and the other one she couldn't distinguish. She 
tried to regain her composure as the voices got nearer 
and forced herself to withdraw her fingers from her 
wet, desire-starved vagina and rolled over on the bed, 
clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort to 
still the surging desire.

"She's a new girl, very ripe and quite a good shag, if 
I do say so myself," she heard Price say. "An 
uncontrollable little vixen when she really gets 
going... which doesn't take too much effort at all," he 
laughed hideously.

"Well," the other voice said, "she better be good, the 
best, for the price you're charging me!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears. It was bad enough 
to be a toy for Price and his friends, but to turn her 
over to strangers to do with what they pleased, she 
couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. She 
couldn't accept the thought that she was going to be an 
out and out prostitute, a common whore, who had to do 
whatever a client asked and with whomever Price 
demanded she do it. But, it was too late for regrets or 
changes, she could hear the door begin to open and she 
turned over to meet the devouring eyes of the man who 
had bought her favors as though she were a slave.

"Whew," the man said. "I see what you mean... what a 
body!"

"Here's a little present for you," Price said, "be very 
nice to this gentleman, he's a special friend of mine. 
Make sure he gets his money's worth!"

The man with Price came closer to the bed and stared, 
knowingly and lustfully at her, knowing full well that 
he would be taking her, using her, humiliating her 
momentarily. His manner was crude and she could see a 
bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers and strain 
against the confines of the coarse material.

"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" he 
asked, laughingly.

She tried to avert his brazen, passionate stare, but no 
matter where she looked his eyes seemed to follow her.

"Answer him," Price demanded.

"Not at all," she whispered hesitantly. "Not at all," 
as her fingers tightened around the cloth of the 
bedspread and she could feel her fingernails dig into 
the palms of her hands.

She knew that her body ached to be satisfied, but she 
could not stand the final degradation of being taken by 
this gross, sloppy man for money and money alone.

Then she felt thick, wiry hands on her shoulders, 
fingers digging into her flesh like pinchers of a 
lobster.

She began to whimper and whispered softly, "I have not 
been made love to at all today!"

"Well," the man replied, "we're going to see what we 
can do to help you put up your average!"

He laughed menacingly and pushed her roughly into the 
down of the bed before she had a chance to counteract 
with any fight at all.

With the stark realization of what was about to happen, 
she began to struggle, fighting and kicking, but she 
was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on 
her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the bed 
and her knees had been forced apart with a rough 
pressure of two other hands.

"You had better be a good girl," she heard Price say, 
as he tore at the soft, vulnerable flesh of her thighs, 
as he twisted her body around to the side so that she 
lay on her hip.

"Kneel up!" the man demanded.

She tried to force herself flatly on the bed, but hands 
moved from her shoulders and grabbed her arm and 
twisted it up between her shoulder blades, while the 
other pair of hands reached under her loins and hauled 
them up bodily. She felt like a completely limp rag, a 
rag to be used and thrown away for garbage.

The strength used against her was overpowering even 
though she continued to struggle against their efforts 
to force her into this position. She tried to swing her 
hips in a fruitless effort to escape their further 
degradation of her body.

"A wildcat," she heard Price say. They were on either 
side of her, looking and gloating over her naked body, 
the man anticipating the satisfaction that was to come.

Suddenly she felt hands change places and she was no 
longer being held by one of the gripping forces.

"Cooperate, you little bitch or you'll really have 
something to whimper about!" she heard Price command, 
and then heard his footsteps as he headed towards the 
door and out into the hallway.

The twisting of her arm forced her face down hard 
against the bedspread and she tried to let her hips and 
lower part of her body fall protectively against the 
covering, but one hand grabbed her cruelly and hoisted 
her up again into a kneeling position. She gasped with 
pain at the sudden grabbing force, but she was unable 
to avert the lustful lunge and groping of the hand.

She did not know how she would be able to fight off his 
advances without being physically hurt even more 
cruelly than he intended so she tried to let her body 
relax a bit.

She could feel the bedsprings begin to give way as the 
weight of the strange man crawled onto the bed and 
knelt behind her. His hands let go of her arm and she 
let them fall gratefully onto the softness of the 
pillow, burying her head in fear and the shame of her 
humiliating position.

His hands again began to run over her body, exploring 
every voluptuous curve and inch of her soft hidden 
recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at the nipples of her 
soft, full breasts until they stood erect and hard. The 
pliable flesh of her bosom was being kneaded with 
increasing pressure until she was sure that she would 
have to cry out in bitter pain.

Finally, the searching hands wandered further down her 
body, along her ribs, demandingly, and into the dip of 
her waist. They lingered there for just a moment and 
then started to explore the round, fullness of her hips 
and buttocks as he held her in a vise- like grip, 
unwilling to let her struggle and pull herself free.

She felt him move closer in behind her until she could 
feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as 
it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. 
The giant phallus throbbed and persistently pushed 
against her body, demanding that she take it inside.

She realized that there was no use in trying to get 
away from this awful man, that she would have to take 
him and like it. Her vagina still ached from her 
previous masturbation, but she began to cool with the 
insistent lust of this horrible man. She had enjoyed 
making herself want to be satisfied, but to be taken so 
hatefully was another story, it had cooled her passion.

The jerking of his mammoth penis did not really excite 
her, because she was too afraid of what he might 
subject her to after he had reached his satisfaction 
and needed to be stimulated to another erection.

She swayed her hips in an effort to avoid the contact 
with his throbbing organ, but it seemed to follow her 
like the Mona Lisa smile.

He grunted roughly in his passion and began to utter 
obscenities at her as he continued to fondle and pinch 
her body in every part he could reach without letting 
go of the grip that held her pinned to the bed in this 
dog-like fashion.

She knew that there was no way to escape from him, but 
she tried to push him away with one last futile effort. 
She jerked her body and twisted beneath his weight 
until he was lying full on top of her. She had meant to 
slide from under him but did not succeed.

She could feel the hardness of the head of his penis as 
it began to move closer to the unwanting, dry well of 
her vagina, and she struggled punily, in one last 
attempt to throw him off balance, but it was to no 
avail.

Suddenly his hands reached down and grabbed the cheeks 
of her buttocks in order to give him easier access to 
her tight, unyielding pussy, and she could feel his 
giant organ probe into the lips of her vagina and try 
to force itself into the depths of her belly. She 
gasped in pain as suddenly she felt an intrusion 
against the tight, elastic opening of her vagina. She 
felt as though a log were being pushed into her, 
ripping her, tearing her.

She screamed out in pain for him to stop. Any desire 
that she had felt earlier had diminished and all she 
wanted was for this awful man to stop what he was about 
to do to her. But, she knew that this was impossible, 
because she could hear the rapid breathing and feel his 
hardened penis push violently into her. She began to 
cry uncontrollably and tears ran like torrents down her 
cheeks as she felt her thighs swept wide apart, and the 
heavy weight of his body crash down onto hers.

She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to 
push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide 
into the soft intimate channel between her legs. She 
wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but 
the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper into her 
well of open sex. His giant penis throbbed out against 
her vaginal walls and her back ached from the heavy 
weight of his body. She felt his hands reach underneath 
her back and begin to fondle the crease of her buttocks 
roughly. His fingers began to prod at the tight elastic 
opening of her anus and she shrieked in pain as he 
inserted the thickness of two fingers into her rectum. 

She was still sore from the initial sodomy that she had 
been subjected to several days before because she had 
been so stretched and torn, and little screams of 
breath broke from her lips. Her vagina walls were 
chafed and raw as he continued to pound his cock deep 
into her while his fingers impaled her from behind. 
Slowly, however, she began to lubricate and although 
his penetration was greater, she could relax somewhat 
and it eased the pain. Her body, though, still felt as 
if it were being split open by a gigantic log as he 
continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt.  His 
hands were gripping and squeezing her, prodding her 
with sadistic force, hurting her and making her wiggle 
helplessly with pain.

Without warning, as if his desire could not be 
satisfied in this more normal manner, he slipped his 
wet cock from between her legs and grabbed her hips and 
forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her over 
with cruel force. He tore the buttocks apart, spreading 
them obscenely, revealing the tight, pink anus which 
was raw from his demanding fingering. Then, without 
ceremony, he pushed down on her and with unerring aim 
he rammed his prick inside her rectum up to the hilt, 
encountering resistance as the tight flesh slowly gave 
way from the pressure of his body. Her channel was 
pulverizingly tight around his rigidity and its 
squeezing clasp brought forth oaths and gasps of 
pleasure from his panting lips.

She felt shamed and aching, her face turned sideways 
against the bedspread, and she felt only a great heat 
and splitting at her loins. She felt completely 
humiliated and ashamed and every part of her seemed to 
be at that tiny opening which grew and grew between her 
legs as if it were a great storm drain being broaded by 
the constant rushing of torrents of water.

Her lips opened and closed in torment and occasionally 
she tried to flatten her hips or contract her buttocks 
to withstand the pain in her anus, but then she was 
only aware of the tightening of her vagina and the 
extra pain which ensued from his brusque entry.

Every time he thrust now, pushing his loins forward, he 
felt the imminence of his orgasm grow greater and 
greater until there was a heavy weight of blood 
throbbing in the head of his thick penis. He rammed 
into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles 
begin to contract and he began to cum, spewing his 
maleness deep into her back passage.

The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his 
massive erectness became soft and he slowly began to 
withdraw from her. It was as if she had no rights, no 
soul, no humanity, as if she had been some stuffed 
dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept 
uncontrollably.

At last the man got up from the bed and began to get 
dressed. She could only lay there, aching, humiliated 
and wondering what else could possibly happen to her. 
She knew that her future was completely in the hands of 
Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had 
transformed her into an obedient animal and she 
realized that it would do no good for her to try to 
fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides 
her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man 
that had just taken her had not built her to 
completion, he had been too rough and so her loins, 
although they ached from the tearing entry, also ached 
with desire.

After the man left the room, she got up and decided to 
take a long, hot shower. Maybe this will make me feel a 
little cleaner, she thought to herself. Besides, I've 
got to get out of here for awhile, got to get some 
fresh, clean air... but she wasn't at all sure whether 
or not she would be permitted to leave the house.

When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went 
downstairs hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear 
her and she would be able to get out unnoticed.

She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, 
"Just where go you think you're going?" It was Price 
and he was standing in a doorway a few feet from the 
door.

"I just wanted to go out to get some air, I want to go 
for a walk," she answered meekly, her voice shaking.

"Well, there are certain rules around here that must be 
followed. If you choose to disobey, I'm sure you can 
imagine what will be in store for you," he said 
hatefully.

"What are they?" she asked, afraid of what the answer 
might be.

"There are only certain places that you are permitted 
to go. Here I'll give you a list of the bars and 
restaurants, etc. I have men working for me all over 
this city and if you try anything funny, you will be 
escorted back here forcefully and I shall administer 
the punishment personally.!"

At this point she didn't care what the conditions were, 
she just had to get out, even though she knew that she 
would be spied on.

"Also," he added, "if you pick up any men, which, of 
course, you are to do, you bring them back here for 
your favors. I take care of the arrangements, the 
charges and this way we stay out of the eyes of the 
law., It's a very easy arrangement, actually."

She nodded hopelessly and turned and went out into the 
clear sunshine and fresh air.

She walked slowly towards one of the bars on West 49th 
Street that Price had said she could patronize. She 
needed a drink badly, a change of company, anything to 
take her mind away from the harrowing experiences of 
the past week and of the past few hours. She walked 
into the dingy barroom and found a seat in the corner 
of the room and ordered a double martini from the 
bartender. She hoped that the alcohol would blur her 
mind and let her forget what she had become, what she 
had been forced to become. The first drink went down a 
bit shakily, the bite of the gin was strong and tasted 
more like pine oil to her, but she forced herself to 
finish it and wait for its effects. Slowly she began to 
relax and ordered another one of the same.

Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim lights of 
the bar and she could see more clearly. There were 
several girls sitting around, all at different tables 
and some at the bar and they all seemed to know the 
bartender very well. Sailors, soldiers and some rather 
well-to-do looking, but greasy men comprised the rest 
of this somewhat less than cheery group. She wondered 
why some of these people were not at work, why they 
just sat there and drank in the afternoon.

After she had finished her second drink and had 
signaled for her third, one of the girls who had been 
sitting at the bar walked over to her table.

"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but 
it was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in 
the neighborhood, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in 
one way or another, I just thought I'd come over and 
welcome you to this dirty little club and maybe give 
you a few pointers."

Christine began to relax again when she realized that 
now all of these girls were in the same position she 
was, and she invited the girl to sit down.

"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and 
some good advice, but first let me ask you a question."

"Sure... shoot." the other girl said.

"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? 
I've got to get out of here. I just moved to the city 
and so much has happened in the last week, I don't feel 
that I can take much more of this. What would happen if 
I tried to leave or go to the police?"

"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it 
short, don't try to get away, Price owns half of this 
part of town and I'd hate to think what would happen to 
you if you tried and didn't get on the first boat or 
plane for South America before he caught you. That 
answer your question?"

She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and 
nodded. "Yes, I guess it does."

"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his "employ" 
for about three years and after awhile it doesn't 
matter anymore. All men begin to look alike, their 
preferences are just a little different, but they are 
all bastards. If you cooperate with him from the 
beginning he may be easier on you than he was on me, 
but that's a long story and I won't bore you with it 
now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin 
colony, I must get back to work.  Haven't hustled 
anyone yet today and I'm going to try to nail this man 
next to me. See you later." And she walked slowly back 
to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she 
got into her seat.

Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and 
gulped down the rest of her third martini.

She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a 
handsome young man hesitated at the doorway and then 
walked into the darkness of the room.  Somehow he 
didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to 
be very shy judging from his actions even though his 
face was not very clear. He walked the length of the 
bar and sat at the table next to Christine. She tried 
not to stare at him, but the way he walked into the 
room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk 
that she had seen before. Darn it, she thought.  I wish 
the light were better in here, or that I had my 
glasses, so I could see if it really is someone I know!

The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around 
the bar, as though he were looking for someone. Finally 
his eyes met Christine's and he jumped out of his seat 
and came over to her table.

"Chris, my god, I've been looking all over this city 
for you!" he exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even 
through her alcoholic haze that was beginning to take 
hold on her, she knew that she was actually seeing him 
again. It was Jimmy!

"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, 
completely in a daze, not able to comprehend the 
reality of the situation. It seemed incredible that he 
could find her here in this place of all places in the 
city.

"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going 
half out of my mind since I called the camp where you 
were supposed to be and they told me that you had never 
even applied for a job! What's going on, anyway?"

She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and 
tell him the whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't 
understand. It seemed unbelievable to her also and she 
wouldn't believe such a preposterous story if it hadn't 
actually happened to her.

"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to 
Pennsylvania and I wanted to get away and be on my own 
for awhile. Sometime I'll tell you the whole thing, but 
right now, sit down, it's so good to see you again."

"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you 
living without a job?"

"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this 
man Sam Price. Lots of other girls live there, too. He 
takes care and watches out for girls who come into the 
city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I met at the 
first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't 
worry, I'll be all right."

"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old 
enough to know what you want to do," he said, squeezing 
her hand affectionately. "Let's have another drink and 
I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to be alone with 
you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed 
you."

She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing 
what Price would say when she took Jimmy back to her 
room. Would he try to charge him? She didn't know what 
she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to the 
side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the 
score was. She wanted to tell him everything and maybe 
he could help her escape, but if it backfired she would 
be punished and there was no telling what they would do 
to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She 
tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious 
to go. She was aching to be alone with him, but afraid 
of what was going to happen.

Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, 
let's go!" So she got up and headed for the door, 
noticing that the bartender gave her a knowing wink as 
she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that 
grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just 
another "John," a trick, and that she had been 
successful in picking him up for a quick roll in the 
hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and 
went out into the daylight.

It only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to the 
house where she was staying, or rather being kept. She 
hesitated on the first step and said, "Are you sure you 
want to come up with me? You know what happened last 
time we were alone," she said, trying to pretend that 
everything was just the same as it had been the last 
time... that night in the barn at her uncle's farm.

"I'm sure, darling. Why, is there something wrong? You 
are acting very strange, aren't you glad to see me?"

"Oh yes, of course! How could you think otherwise! 
Let's go in."

No one ran up when they went in -- in fact, it seemed 
as though the whole house were deserted, but she did 
get the feeling that someone was watching them just the 
same. Slowly she climbed the stairs to her room trying 
to be as quiet as possible, but hoping that Jimmy 
wouldn't notice her apprehension.  Finally they reached 
the door of her room and went in.

He didn't waste much time in pulling her roughly into 
his arms and kissing her urgently.

"It's been so long since I've held you. God, I missed 
you," he whispered huskily kissing her lips, cheeks and 
neck.

She could feel an urgent tenseness building in her 
loins and she knew that she and Jimmy would be lovers 
that afternoon, but she was still afraid that someone 
would come in her room and afraid of what would happen 
when he finally found out her true situation.

His grip on her arms relaxed slightly and he let his 
hands fall gently down the contours of her body and 
rest firmly at the small of her back. He pulled her 
closer into him and she could feel the growing 
stiffness of his penis under the cloth of his trousers. 
She put her arms around him and clung to him suddenly 
with a desperation which was unmistakable. She seemed 
to want to say things, but no words would come until 
finally she managed simply to utter, "Love me, my 
darling, please love me. I want you so much!"

Tenderness and passion moved in his head and body and 
he pulled his mouth away from hers and brushed his lips 
down her long, soft neck to the gently rounded 
shoulders and down to the cleft between her full, white 
breasts. His fingers began to fumble with the buttons 
of her dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it 
drop to the floor so that she was clad only in her 
brassiere, silk bikini panties and stockings. His 
breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of 
her young, voluptuous body with his eyes.

"Are you sure, Chris, are you sure?" he stammered.

"Oh yes, darling. I want you, I want you desperately... 
please" she whispered against his ear, tickling the 
lobe and rim of his ear with her tongue.

His fingers worked quickly to unhook the binding of her 
brassiere and her supple breasts fell free from their 
confinement. She held his head gently as he moved his 
mouth over her naked skin and began to kiss the pink 
points of her breasts, sucking them gently, hearing her 
sharp intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing 
firmly against his own.

She pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off 
his clothing so that they could make love properly. She 
lay back against the pillow waiting and aching for him 
to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her as none of 
the foul men she had had lately had really been able to 
do. She wanted now to be loved... not just fucked as 
all the others, including her uncle had done to her. It 
took him only a few seconds to shed all of his clothing 
and he stood above her by the side of the bed, looking 
down admiringly at her luscious body, while his fully 
erect, pulsing rod jerked uncontrollably up against his 
stomach. 

It was the first time that she had actually looked at 
his manhood and even though she had held it many times, 
somehow it seemed much larger now.  He bent down along 
side her and began tugging at the elastic which held 
her stockings until they released and he could pull 
them off, then he lay down beside her. His hands ran 
over her body, stroking every bulge, every concavity 
and convexity and she shivered, her legs scissoring 
together as he reached inside the elastic of her 
panties so that he could feel the high point of soft 
hair-covered flesh between her thighs. 

She wiggled under his urgent touch as he stripped away 
the last piece of material that covered her body.  They 
lay there for a moment clinging to each other, their 
fingers and hands exploring each other's body as though 
they had never touched before, savoring every delicious 
minute.

"Darling," she whispered, "you feel so good, you don't 
know what you're doing to me. You're driving me wild."

His hand was rubbing alone the flesh on the inside of 
her thighs, his fingers searching for the tiny fold of 
flesh that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb 
found the erect bud of her clitoris and rubbed it 
harshly, bringing gasps of pleasure and passion from 
her lips. He began to finger the lips of her vaginal 
passage, teasing her and making her wriggle and try to 
push her hips up so that his fingers would be forced 
inside her aching orifice. Slowly he began to insert 
one finger into her denied cavity, wiggling it gently, 
tantalizing her, causing moans of desire from her. She 
began to lubricate until she was completely moist and 
aching to be taken.

"Don't make me wait... do it now," she urged, but he 
ignored her pleas and continued his pre-love play, in 
order to build her to a fever pitch before finally 
taking her completely.

He began to suck her nipples, giving them sharp little 
bites which brought shrieks from her lips. Her hips 
began to revolve under his caresses, delicately at 
first, but with increasing fervor.

Her hand slid down between them, searching for his 
throbbing penis which was hidden between his thighs and 
let her fingers close gently around the long, erect rod 
of heat. It jerked under her touch and tantalizing 
waves of passion swirled in his loins like the twisting 
funnel of a tornado.

He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he 
slid his face from her soft, full breasts until it 
rested between her cool thighs which were as beautiful 
as silk to the touch. He ran his tongue over her 
voluptuous loins working his way towards her most 
intimate parts. He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of 
her inner leg as she pulled her knees up toward her 
chest to present him with the pink, aching lips of her 
vagina. He found the rigidity of her clitoris and 
sucked it hard, bringing gasps of passion from her lips 
as his tongue thrust into the warm, moist walls of her 
open cunt.

"Ooohhhhh, darling, yessss, suck me," she whispered 
huskily. "I'm going out of my mind!"

He continued his mouthing until she was tossing 
uncontrollably underneath his touch and she could 
hardly catch her breath in her heat of passion. Her 
fingers were entwined in his hair, holding his mouth 
strongly against her loins and buried deep into her 
moist, throbbing channel as she jerked up against his 
face and swirling tongue.

He knew that she was ready for him to take her and he 
could hardly control his own mounting passion as he 
slithered up her passion filled body. But, she pushed 
him over on his back as he was about to enter her and 
brought her own mouth down on his hardened throbbing 
cock and enclosed it in a warm flood of saliva as her 
mouth and tongue covered his pulsing manhood. He could 
feel her tongue and lips sucking persistently at the 
head of his staff, drawing the blood to the very tip of 
his penis. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsing 
prick at her mouth, watching, in growing passion, those 
soft full lips sucking at him with a soft crooning 
delight. He reached between her legs and continued to 
tickle her clitoris, teasing it cruelly but gently.

They both writhed and jerked their bodies, contacting 
at various points, withdrawing, brushing together in 
wet, passionate embraces.

Then, after an eternity she took her mouth off his 
hard, pulsating penis and looked up at him, her eyes 
showing the sexual agony of her desire.

"Make love to me now, darling!" she said. "I want you 
inside me... fuck me, fuck me... please! NOW!"

He rolled her onto her back and climbed over on top of 
her. Her hot flesh was like a gorgeous pillow, hollowed 
and hillocked and pneumatic, trembling like a leaf in a 
storm and she placed his lust hardened prick against 
her cunt with a hand that could hardly hold it for 
trembling. He let the throbbing head lie against the 
warm fold of her vagina for just a moment and then 
entered her with a desperate passionate thrust. 

He was surprised that he met no obstacle, no 
maidenhead, for he thought that he was the first man to 
ever take her, but he put the thought from his mind and 
let his passion carry him away. He was afraid that he 
would have cum in her hand in another second, but found 
that he was able to hold his semen back once he was 
fully inside her warm, tight tunnel. She gasped and 
moaned, writhing under him, calling out his name as if 
she were being tortured on the rack.

She kept her eyes open so that she could see his face 
as he watched her mouth working, her eyes flaring as if 
appealing for something unspeakable.

He buried his hard, thick prick right up to the core of 
her vagina so that his loins around its base rubbed 
harshly against the reddened folds of her vaginal 
flesh. The skin of his penis seemed as if it were being 
torn back from the hard central rod like the peel from 
a banana. Her throbbing cunt pressed hard on it, 
squeezing it like a vise with increasing pressure, the 
soft pubic hair teasing maddeningly around the broad 
impaling base.

She pulled her white thighs up and back, making herself 
almost into a ball on which he rolled, thrusting in and 
up as the ball swiveled lasciviously beneath him. Her 
knees pressed tight into her breasts.

Her groaning was sweet agony now, infecting him with 
its statement of the extremity of her passion, and he 
drew his rock- hard prick almost completely out of her 
and thrust it in again, to the very depths of her cunt 
with a resounding, driving series of quick, deep jabs. 
Her full, soft lips opened at him, inviting him down 
and he kissed her hard, his tongue delving deep into 
her throat while his hard, pistoning cock filled her 
vaginal cavity to the fullest.

Her breath, as he drew away, gasping, followed him and 
he could feel her hands pushing him gently, exerting 
certain pressures on his body, so he followed her 
directions and rolled over on his back, bringing her 
with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-
thrust between her wide-stretched thighs like a meal 
that she couldn't have enough of.

Sitting on his loins now, speared upwards by his 
throbbing penis, she rose and fell on him, like a woman 
on horseback, riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo.  Her 
blonde hair fell across her face, flying and swooping 
like a golden cloak and a few stray strands of the 
golden threads stuck to her open mouth as she gasped in 
passion. Her features were contorted in uncontrollable 
lust, changing with every thrust of his penis like a 
kaleidoscope. Her full, supple breasts bobbed up and 
down as she rode his massive rod and her buttocks 
squashed and spread out over his abdomen and his thighs 
with every down-thrust.

He raised his thighs behind her so that they acted as a 
backrest to her buttocks, and he rotated his hips, 
watching her vagina travel down on his stiffened, 
pulsing manhood as it landed with a loud smacking noise 
on his pelvis as it dropped again.

Her head rolled on her neck and he reached down and 
caught her buttocks from behind, cupping the soft, full 
orbs in delicious handfuls of soft, resilient flesh. He 
found the tight elastic hole of her anus and thrust a 
finger in so hard that it caused her to jump forward as 
if to escape the rough intrusion.

She gasped out from the sudden pain, "Aaaaahhhhhfff, 
ooohhhh... darling," before she could relax her rectal 
muscles and settle back onto his imitation prick and 
continue her riding motion.

The whole area of his genitals was a wet, hot blaze, as 
if it were a liquid fire, a volcano about to explode. 
He wanted to get further into her than was possible. He 
wanted to pierce her heart with his thick, massive 
weapon with every maddening thrust. He could feel the 
blood rush once again to the head of his penis and he 
was on the brink of explosion.

Her breath came in a long whine, like a chant as she 
wiggled furiously on top of him and he knew that she 
was about ready to climax, that she would not be able 
to wait much longer if he continued his hard, constant 
impalement of her wet, contracting, vagina.

"Aaaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming... oohhhhh, I'm cumming... 
now... now...!" she gasped out, her eyes filled with a 
kind of blind, uncomprehending fear.

It seemed to have taken her unaware, as if a switch had 
suddenly been thrown.  She choked and choked and choked 
again and then slammed her body down onto the rigid, 
throbbing tower of his penis as if she wanted to devour 
it completely with the hungry, chewing mouth between 
her legs. Finally, with an animal-like cry, she stayed 
there, as if impaled, as if on that final thrust his 
weapon had pierced the balloon of her passion and she 
was deflated. She sank deeply down onto his still 
hardened cock, her head hanging forward, exhausted and 
limp.

He held her round the tiny waist with his hands and 
forced her up and down as he jerked up into her. His 
lips twisted with passion and perhaps a little cruelly 
as he forced her to ride his massive rod once again. 
His prick seemed to have grown to enormous dimensions, 
like it had been bloated with water. 

The mounting pressure in his loins rushed into his 
pulsating phallus, boiling and seething on the brink of 
explosion, hot and wet, bursting for relief. His face 
flushed in a final furious moment, his teeth gnashing 
together, his neck arched as he thrust in deeply one 
final time, bringing a muted roar of satisfaction from 
his lips as his sperm gushed hotly up into the open 
depths of her vagina.

She fell forward on him, kissing his face as tears of 
joy and gratification streamed down her face.

It was some time before they spoke. Their kisses spoke, 
their bodies spoke, but no words were uttered, and she 
was now shaking uncontrollably as the tears flooded 
down her cheeks.

At last, she began to regain her composure and said, 
"Oh darling, that was wonderful! I'll just never 
recover... you almost killed me, and I want you to kill 
me like that every day of my life."

"That would be my pleasure, sweetheart," he grinned. 
"You aren't so bad yourself, you know. You give me a 
lot of satisfaction too!"

"Do I? Do I really? I want to make you happy. It means 
so much to me that I make you as happy as you make me, 
otherwise it just wouldn't be right," she said, quite 
seriously, wiping tears away from her eyes with her 
hand.

"Darling, you DO make my happy, so why the tears?" he 
answered, holding her close to him.

He could feel her body begin to relax as he held her, 
comforting her, and he held her face between his hands 
and looked at her lovingly.

Her face clouded, remembering where they were and 
wondering what was going to happen if Price found out 
about it. She didn't know what to say, but she knew 
that she would have to make some explanation to Jimmy, 
but not quite yet. She couldn't spoil this very 
beautiful moment, their first moment of real love.

He stroked her naked buttocks gently, and said. "Don't 
look so worried. I don't know what's been troubling 
you, but from now on you don't have to worry about a 
thing. I won't let anything happen to you. You can 
count on that!"

"That was a very nice performance, me dear," Price said 
as he leered at her from across the table. "Who was 
that... an old boyfriend?"

"Yes," she murmured quietly. "He was a fellow I went 
with in school. You mean you were watching us? How?"

"This house has many mirrors and many eyes, there is 
little that escapes us!" he laughed at her.

"He... he, doesn't know about me. I mean, about what 
has happened to me. I didn't tell him, honest!" she 
stammered. "You won't tell him if he comes back here 
will you?"

"Of course not, love," he said, almost wickedly. "In 
fact, if he doesn't have a job, I may be able to 
arrange something for him also. Why don't you ask him 
to come talk to me?"

"I couldn't do that, he wouldn't understand and 
besides, then he would find out about me. I couldn't 
bear to have him know what I've become, or rather," she 
said tearfully, "what you've forced me to become."

"Well, my dear," he continued, "if you don't care to 
introduce me to your friend, I will have to find him 
myself to make my proposition, and then he will find 
out about your amusing occupation! You see, I need 
someone like him right now... a new face in the ranks, 
one that's as young and innocent as his.  He could be 
very valuable to me. Besides, that way you can go on 
banging him on the side without charge and no one will 
be the wiser. So unless you want me to burst your 
little bubble, you'll cooperate. Do I make myself 
clear?" And he walked out of the room.

She knew that there was nothing else she could do 
except arrange a meeting between Price and Jimmy, so 
she began to think up some sort of a story that she 
could tell him.

That next afternoon she met Jimmy for a drink at the 
same bar where they had met a few days before. He was 
waiting, sipping a tall gin and tonic when she arrived.

"Well, good afternoon, princess! You look as beautiful 
as ever." he said, kissing her briefly on the cheek. 
"Have a drink, what'll it be? Same?"

He could sense that once again she was nervous, but he 
decided to wait for her to say something. She had told 
him that there was something she wanted to discuss with 
him and so he thought it was best not to rush her. Let 
her have a few drinks, he thought to himself. They 
always make me more lucid, and maybe it will help build 
up her courage, I'll just have to be patient.

"Let's go to a table where we can talk," she said after 
a few quick gins. The alcohol was making her begin to 
loosen up and she felt that now she could tell him what 
was on her mind.

"Sure, sweetheart, anything your heart desires," he 
said, trying to create a jovial air and he gave her a 
light pat on the bottom as she slid off of her 
barstool.

"I don't know quite how to begin this, Jimmy. I don't 
want you to get the wrong idea," she stammered, 
hesitating with every word.

"I know that there has been something on your mind from 
the very first time I found you here in this crummy 
bar, darling. Nothing you have to say is going to make 
me change what I said the other day, you know. I'm not 
that easy to get rid of and besides, I love you very 
much, pumpkin."

"You are trying to make things so easy for me, I know, 
but somehow it just isn't that easy, but do try to 
understand." she said.

"Okay, shoot. I've got broad shoulders."

"Jimmy, Mr. Price said that he could get you a job if 
you wanted to stay in New York. He saw you the other 
day and asked me who you were. When I told him he said 
that he would be glad to help you out and that you 
could come over to the house anytime you wanted. I 
think he knows we were making love in the room, so 
there isn't too much I could do. I told him that I 
would introduce you to him." She knew that this wasn't 
quite the truth, but maybe he would accept what she 
said at face value and not question her any further.

"That's very nice of him, sweetheart. I don't have a 
job and I really can't do anything, do you know what he 
has in mind?" he asked.

"Not really. I don't know exactly what he does, but I 
have a feeling that all his ventures aren't exactly 
above board. I know that he knows a lot of people here 
in the city and that you wouldn't get into any trouble, 
it just depends on how moral you are going to be." she 
added.

She knew that she had to say something like that so 
that Jimmy wouldn't be completely surprised when he met 
Price, she felt that she had to give him some sort of 
an inkling or he may not go at all, and then she would 
be sunk and there would go their relationship. She 
couldn't bear the thought of Jimmy finding out about 
her and never wanting to see her again, especially not 
after that afternoon they had made such beautiful love. 
She couldn't lose him now, he was the only thing that 
would keep her balance, her only connection with 
reality.

"What's he like, this Mr. Price?" he asked.

"Well, he likes to think he has all the class in the 
world. Of course he doesn't, but a lot of his friends 
do. That's where you fit in. You have what he doesn't. 
You're young, you have polish and you can probably be 
an asset to him socially, if nothing else. That's why 
he would give you a job, I'm sure."

"Well, it doesn't sound quite kosher, sweetheart, but 
if I'm going to stay in New York and keep an eye on 
you, I guess I'd better meet this Price fellow.  Now do 
you feel better. It wasn't as bad as all that, was it?" 
he looked at her smiling.

"Oh, Jimmy, I don't know what I would have done if you 
had refused to see him.  I want you to stay in New York 
and maybe it won't be so bad after all. Maybe he just 
wants you to run some of his errands or arrange 
parties. I don't know, but all I care about is that 
you're here and we can be together. I don't know what 
I'd do without YOU."

She knew that this appealed to his male ego, but she 
also knew that she had meant every word of it, and it 
wasn't just flattery. She did need him if she were 
going to keep her sanity. She wondered to herself, if 
perhaps, she weren't just a little insane already!

"Where are we going to meet this man," he asked. "The 
house?"

"No, he asked that we meet him in what he calls his 
little hideout, it's just a few blocks away, another 
dingy bar, I'm sure. Here, I have the address." she 
said.

They walked outside and headed in the direction of 
Fifty-third Street. The streets had become gray and 
bleak with little alleyways crisscrossing and children 
playing around the door stoops of the West Side 
tenements and stray dogs were running in twos and 
threes. Finally, they came to the street and turned 
right and headed toward the east side of town.

"Looks like here we are," she said, glancing at the 
address he had given her and then up at the building. 
They walked up the steps of what looked like an old, 
but once fashionable townhouse, but once they were 
inside, they could see a well-stocked bar, several 
people just sitting around and it looked more like a 
private club.

The room was big and another led off of it. There were 
several over-stuffed chairs, wide couches and a garish 
chandelier was hanging from the ceiling casting a 
rather dim light over the whole place. Several men were 
lying around on the couches talking to a surprisingly 
beautiful girl.

"This is Mr. Price, Jimmy," she said walking up to a 
group of men seated around a table in the end of the 
room.

"Well, come in... make yourselves at home," Price said, 
motioning to some chairs alongside the table. "George, 
make these people a drink." His voice was affected and 
he was obviously trying to impress them with his power 
over the people that were here in the room.

The atmosphere was eerie and she felt uncomfortable, 
but she looked at Jimmy and he seemed to be perfectly 
at ease. Maybe it's just because I know who these 
people are and he doesn't, she mused. I wonder how many 
of these men have fucked me, she wondered as she 
glanced around the room. A few of the faces looked 
familiar, but there had been so many in such a short 
period of time that it was impossible for her to 
remember.

Jimmy shook the hand that was extended to him and 
looked at Price through the dim light. He was a tall 
stocky man with rather square shoulders, long well 
groomed hair and strong features. His eyes were bright, 
but hard and he decided that there may have been just a 
touch of inborn cruelty in them, but shrugged it off to 
his imagination.

"I'm Price," he said. "So you're looking for a job." He 
made it sound as if he had come looking to him for a 
job, rather than sending Christine to bring him to him 
for an interview. Oh well, he thought, a man as big as 
this, maybe this is the way he does business. At any 
rate, I'll hear what he has to say.

He took a long sip of the drink that was handed to him 
and choked at the sudden burning sensation in his 
throat.

"Wwwhhat is this!" he coughed.

Price laughed and said, "You'll get used to it. I have 
it 'imported' from France and I must admit that it is a 
bit strong, but it does the trick, it's Absinthe."

"But isn't that illegal, as well as being an 
aphrodisiac," Jimmy asked rather naively.

"It sure is, but when it's mixed this way, don't worry, 
you won't go out of here a raving maniac, sex starved 
and depraved." The whole group chuckled slightly, and 
Christine now knew what it was that they had been 
giving her to keep her so eager and passionate.

Price had not taken his eyes off Jimmy the whole time 
he was talking and he began to ask him a few question. 
He wanted to know if he had ever been in jail, whether 
he was wanted for anything now, etc. Jimmy told him 
that he had just gotten out of school and had never had 
any trouble with the law, not even a parking ticket.

"Good, then you drive, right?" he asked.

Jimmy nodded affirmatively.

"Well, you got class, like me." he said eventually. 
"And we need a lot of class around here. I like to work 
with people who have polish, it makes things easier and 
so much more pleasant," he added, glancing over at 
Christine.

"What business are you in," Jimmy asked. "It seems that 
most people can drive, why is that so important?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Price said, "when it comes to 
a bit of illegal business, there aren't so many, and 
those that are there have a tendency to get cold feet 
at a crucial minute. You seem to have a cool head, and 
there really isn't any risk involved, I take care of 
all that. Are you interested?"

Price looked over at Christine who was holding her 
breath, waiting for his answer, knowing that he really 
didn't have a choice now that he had met Price.  He 
would never let him go.

"As for the business," he went on without giving Jimmy 
a chance to answer, "it's just a question of a little 
transaction in whiskey and cigarettes."

Jimmy looked at him questioningly.

"It's a very high paid game," he continued, "and 
there's practically no risk, this I can assure you. We 
just keep the market supplied with good stuff at a 
lower price. I'm sort of a modern day Robin Hood."

It looked more head as if trying to clear his mind of 
all the things that Price had said and then thought for 
a moment.

"Well, it doesn't sound all that bad, and I do need the 
money if I want to stay in New York and be with 
Christine," he said. "It was nice of you to offer me 
something." He had actually been ready to consider 
something much worse and by comparison this didn't 
sound too bad at all. All he had to do was drive a car, 
and that was easy enough.

Price got out of his chair for the first time and came 
over and shook Jimmy's hand again. "You've got a good 
little girl there," looking over at Chris.  "The money 
will help you keep her entertained. She deserves the 
best. I have a fiercely paternal attitude towards my 
girls and want to make sure they are kept happy." he 
said, laughing menacingly.

Price introduced him around the room and then got up as 
if to leave.

"George will drive you wherever you want to go," he 
said. "We'll get in touch with you in a couple of 
days."

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small 
wad of bills.

"Here's a little something on account," he said peeling 
off several hundreds, "and don't be a stranger at the 
house, always glad to see you."

Jimmy moved to a hotel not far from the house where 
Christine was staying and waited for Price to get in 
touch with him. He had seen Chris in the afternoons and 
they had made love in his room or in hers, but he had 
not seen Price since that one afternoon. Finally, Price 
sent one of his men to see him and he was told that his 
first job was for the next night and that George would 
pick him up and take him back to the "hideout."

He felt a certain apprehension at his first venture 
into crime, but it seemed such an ordinary sort of 
crime that aside from its degree, he tried to look on 
it as simply as smuggling an extra quart of liquor 
through customs as he had done when he had returned 
from the Bahamas on vacation one spring vacation at 
school. He was just going to transport some whiskey to 
be sold at an under-retail price, and it really didn't 
seem to be too big of a thing.

At the hideout everyone was waiting, only none of the 
girls were there, and he wondered where Christine was 
at that moment.

He had no way of knowing that at that very moment she 
was being madly screwed by some of Price's preferred 
clientele at a very private party and as a result of 
the drugs, was enjoying every minute of it!

"Okay," Price said. "You other two can take the wagon, 
just in case we get more than we bargained for."

Jimmy wondered what could possibly go wrong. Wasn't 
this supposed to be easy, nothing to it. Wasn't that 
what Price had said? Anyway, it was too late now for 
him to back out.

It was just after midnight when they started through 
the dark streets, each car taking a different route. In 
the back of the wagon, there were a few pieces of 
furniture as a disguise.

He drove easily, following Price's instructions and 
wound his way through some of the back alleys of 
Harlem.

"All right," Price said. "That'll do, pull over to that 
corner." They had been driving for about a half an 
hour.

He pulled up just beyond the corner, away from the 
street light, which yellowed the sooty walls of the 
last row of tenement houses. They sat there for awhile 
and waited, but Jimmy didn't have enough nerve to ask 
why. He was content to let things take their course.

In a few minutes, the occupants of the van skidded 
round a corner at the opposite end of the street, saw 
them and turned down an alleyway, going up on the 
narrow pavement at one side and pulled in front of 
them, barely missing the side of the car.

"Okay, follow them," Price commanded sharply.

He slipped the car into gear and the car sped down the 
dim street and turned the corner after the van. They 
crossed a broader street still following the large 
truck in front of them until he saw the iron gates of 
the dock area.

"What about the man at the gate," he asked.

"That's okay," Price growled, "he's a friend of ours."

They swept through the gate and Jimmy glanced at the 
little sentry box at the entrance to the dock. There 
was no guard!

He followed the van, feeling suddenly apprehensive and 
on edge. They dodged among a number of long heavy 
wooden buildings and then along a concrete runway. He 
pulled into the shadow of one of the buildings just 
behind the van. Price opened the door of the car and 
jumped out.

"Just hang on a moment," he called to Jimmy, "we'll see 
if the coast is clear.

He disappeared behind the building with George and 
other two men, each in their respective cars.

He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers on the 
steering wheel nervously, and was surprised at the 
difference in his nerve between now and when he felt he 
had smuggled the booze out of the Bahamas. He stared 
round at the little rear window and saw another one of 
Price's men standing there, grinning back at him.

After several minutes, Price reappeared and motioned to 
them as he climbed into the van that he had been 
following.

The caravan of automobiles moved around to the back of 
the dock warehouse, where the broad doors had already 
been opened and the rest of Price's men were hauling 
crates to the outside and loading them into the car and 
into the van.

"Hurry up, you guys," Price barked, standing beside the 
cab of the van. "The narks are at the other end now, 
but they'll be down this way before too long!" As he 
spoke, he looked at Jimmy.

"When we're ready to go," he said quietly, "just turn 
round this warehouse and go back the way we came."

"Okay," Jimmy heard himself answering. He felt some 
admiration for Price's cool and organizational manner. 
It was just a matter of habit, he surmised.

The men worked rapidly and smoothly for about another 
ten minutes and by that time all the crates had been 
loaded into the van and the car, with the blind of 
furniture covering them.

Jimmy was surprised that there wasn't a night watchman 
or some sort of guard watching the place, but he didn't 
know anything about this sort of thing, and obviously 
Price had had it all planned.

The loading was finished and George was pushing the 
last crate straight and the rest were moving back to 
the van when Price saw two figures in the distance 
coming up the long concrete lane between the 
warehouses.

"Christ," he snapped. "Get out of here fast, the 
narks!"

As he spoke, the van shot forward and disappeared 
around the building. Jimmy could feel a cold sweat 
breaking out on his forehead and his palms. Now was the 
time to be cool, he told himself, trying to regain his 
composure. He slipped the car into gear once again and 
drove towards the two figures which had now broken into 
a fast run and were flashing powerful flash lights down 
the dimly lit walk, and then, he too, turned quickly 
around in back of the warehouse and skidded into the 
direction from which he had come.

"Speed it up," Price snapped, "or they'll get us at the 
gate."

He put his foot down to the floor, swerving dangerously 
round the building, missing the corners by inches and 
caught the van just as they, too, reached the gate and 
screeched through the narrow opening.

"Nice going," Price complimented him, and he began to 
unwind somewhat after their close call.

Behind them somewhere he heard a police siren as they 
raced at breakneck speed through the narrow, deserted 
alleyways and into the streets.

They had managed to shake the police and they slowed 
down as they neared the respectable east side street of 
the hideout, swerved into the garage and the doors 
closed behind them.

All the men were waiting inside the house when they 
walked in through an entrance which he had never seen 
before.

"A nice clean job," he said. "It was the driving that 
did it. We were almost in a spot when the narks showed 
up!"

"Well, we have enough stuff to last for awhile," one of 
the men chuckled.

"Yes indeed, we're in the chips again," another added.

Jimmy was relieved that it was over and he felt more 
involved with the gang than he had expected to be, but 
it was too late now for regrets. An uneasy feeling came 
over him and he felt that now he was among the marked 
men, the men that the police searched out in every nook 
and cranny of the city, even a city as big as New York.

"We'd better stay here until morning," Price warned. 
"Then I'll start to get rid of the stuff. Quite a few 
classy people are going to be very pleased!" He laughed 
wickedly, glancing all around the room.

*

He awoke in the morning, surprised that he had slept at 
all and wondered what time it was. He looked around the 
room and they were all there and Christine had joined 
them along with one or two other girls.

Price looked at him as he struggled up from the narrow 
couch.

"Just going to wake you up," he said, "It's time we 
were going."

He looked up and stared at Christine, thinking how 
lovely she was and how much he loved her. She smiled 
down at him and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

Jimmy picked up the first edition of the evening paper 
which Christine had just brought over which meant that 
it must be after six o'clock. He glanced at the 
headlines aware of the fact that Christine was 
following his every movement, then his eyes spotted a 
tiny headline, "Gang broke into New York Docks last 
night. Overpowered guard and watchman, stole large 
quantity of dangerous drugs, escaped. Drugs valued at 
several hundred thousand dollars."

He read the passage three times and looked slowly up 
from the paper. The first eyes he met were those of 
Christine. They were looking at him with the hesitant, 
shy look to which he had become so accustomed lately. 
She was waiting for his reaction before she said 
anything.

"This is us!" he said, holding the paper towards Price.

"That's right," Price answered almost jovially. "We 
really took them for a big haul this time! We weren't 
quite sure how you'd take it, so we had to invent the 
whiskey business until we got to know you better!"

The look of shock on his face must have been obvious, 
and Christine moved to his side.

"I didn't know, Jimmy. Honestly, I didn't know." she 
said.

Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, begging for 
understanding and she was almost in tears as she 
clutched for his hand.

Dangerous drugs, he thought. That wasn't exactly what 
he had bargained for, but as he looked around the room, 
he knew that there would be no way to escape from this 
web of crime he had become involved in without being 
aware of it.

"What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask 
as his face turned an ashen color and he was afraid 
that he would be sick.

Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small 
package which contained a sugar like substance.

"Heroin!" he gasped.

"That's right," Price agreed cheerfully. "It was going 
to the hospital, but they can get plenty more very 
easily. Our clients aren't so lucky."

"But that's a federal offense," Jimmy interjected. 
"It's piggish, you prey on people's weaknesses!"

"Not at all," Price retorted. "We didn't give these 
people the taste for it.

We merely supply their demands."

"Besides, anything worth this kind of money, is a 
serious offense, as far as the law is concerned!" he 
added.

Jimmy looked at the others around the room to see if 
anyone else agreed with him, but he was met with just 
blank stares. He turned to Christine and her eyes were 
downcast at the floor.

"Well, it's just not exactly what I had in mind. Sorry 
fellows," Jimmy said.

"I wouldn't be so hasty in your decision," Price almost 
shouted at him. "You were brought to us by Christine, 
even though she didn't know exactly what the story was, 
and now it's too late to back out. We can't let you out 
now, you know too much and you wouldn't like anything 
to happen to your little girlfriend here now, would 
you?"

Jimmy looked at Price's sensual face and it was the 
hardest face that he had ever seen. He was in a trap, a 
horrible web of circumstance from which he could not 
escape.

"What do you think you can do if I just leave and take 
Christine with me," he asked.

"The police have a way of finding people once they've 
been tipped off and it's amazing how the narcotics 
squad find out about people who try to leave. We can't 
afford that kind of publicity, so it looks as if you're 
stuck!"

"Well, what good am I to you now, what good is 
Christine, now that we know?" he interjected.

"Oh, I see, it's that way," Price added.

Christine was almost cringing in one corner, hoping 
that Jimmy would shut up, so that Price would not be 
forced to tell him just what sort of thing that she was 
involved in.

"The only time when there is honor among thieves is 
when you are useful to us, and I told you how useful 
you are as a driver. You didn't lose control or blow 
your cool last night, so right now, you are valuable to 
us, and that is your only protection."

He glanced at Christine and her eyes were looking at 
Price with hatred. It was just a second, but Price 
caught her hateful look and walked across the room 
towards her.

His hard, cold eyes were blazing as he looked at her 
and his hand slashed cruelly across her face and she 
fell backwards.

"You can expect her to take more of this if you decide 
to back out now," he quipped, "not to mention what will 
happen to you!"

Jimmy stood there completely frozen to his spot. He 
knew that it was no good to try to play the knight in 
shining armor and avenge the slap, because there were 
too many of the others in the room and things would 
only get worse and both of them could be badly hurt or 
even killed.

Why, he thought to himself, did she get me involved 
with this type of operation. But then he realized that 
she, herself, must have been desperate to have 
approached him. This explained a lot of her moods and 
hesitant feelings she had had during the past week!

He was unable to say anything, do anything, and Price 
slapped Christine again, this time across her full, 
well shaped breasts and she fell limply backwards into 
a chair.

She began to sob quietly while he looked on. She looked 
at him understandingly, knowingly and her eyes begged 
him to remain silent.

He was unable to contain himself any longer and he 
started to her aid.

"Leave her!" Price commanded. "Mind your own business!"

"But she is my business," he replied and once again 
started towards the chair where she had fallen.

All of a sudden there were hands holding him down so 
that he could not move and he could feel a swift kick 
soundly in his groin and he cringed in pain.

She got to her feet and tossed her head in an effort to 
show Jimmy that she wasn't really hurt that badly. Her 
face was crimson from the blows she had endured, but 
moved to a bed and sat down, her fists clenched, her 
eyes staring at the ceiling so that she would be able 
to fight back the tears.

Price looked at her for a moment longer, his mouth 
twisted in a menacing grimace as he nonchalantly tucked 
his tie back into his coat.

"All right. Let the gentleman go," he commanded to the 
other men that were holding him down. "You shouldn't 
treat class that way."

He walked around to the drawer in a desk and drew out a 
fat wad of bills and laid them in front of Jimmy.

"That's another little advance," he said. There will be 
more when we dump the stuff, so why not just sit back 
and cooperate like a good little boy." He was laughing 
sadistically, and went to sit on the couch next to 
Christine.

She tried to move away from his touch as he reached out 
to grab her by the knee, but his fingers closed tightly 
around the flesh of her thigh.

Jimmy looked at him and then at Christine. She was in 
tears, and trembling.

"Please don't touch me. You've got what you wanted. Why 
don't you just let us alone!" she said.

Price laughed sadistically as his hand began to slide 
up to the fleshy part of her thigh and his fingers 
pinched the warm, soft skin on the inside of her legs.

Jimmy looked at her challengingly, but her eyes met his 
with a cold stare as she tried to stop the tears from 
flowing, hoping that he would just leave and wait for 
the next phone call, the call for another job.

He started to walk to the door when he felt a hand on 
his shoulder and a voice said, "What's your hurry, son? 
Why not wait and see the entertainment."

He didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but the 
grip that was biting into his shoulder blades told him 
that he had better turn around and stay at the house if 
only for a little while.

When he went back into the room he couldn't believe 
what he was seeing.  Several of the girls had already 
stripped down to the brassieres and panties and were 
tantalizing the men to come join them on the couches. 
He looked for Christine, but he could not see her. 
Finally, after a few minutes he heard her voice coming 
from a door at the far end of the room, crying and 
pleading with Price.

"You promised me that nothing would happen to Jimmy. 
You promised that you would never let him know what was 
happening!" she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Well, my dear," he said, "since your boyfriend has 
decided to go straight on us I don't see that I have 
any choice. After all, the only real hold I have on him 
is you, you and your beautiful body, your prowess in 
bed and I can't let that get away. Even if he should 
try, we still have you and I couldn't let you leave us 
that easily. After all, you are the best lay in the 
house, you satisfy every horny bastard that I send 
around to you, so you too are valuable. Besides, you 
would miss all the loving you get from Price and his 
boys now, wouldn't you?" It was more of a statement 
than a question.

"But you couldn't do that, even you have that much of a 
sense of promise." she said, trying to appeal to his 
sensitivity, which was totally lacking.

Jimmy headed towards the direction of the voice in an 
effort to help her, but in a second there were two men 
holding him back into the larger room.

"That's okay," Price said. "Let the little boy come in 
and watch. Let him see his virginal girlfriend in 
action. Maybe that will change his mind about going to 
the cops."

All at once the arms that had been holding him back 
were dragging him into the smaller anteroom where Price 
was holding Christine. His hands were around her waist 
and then he appeared he let his hands wander up to the 
soft, full mounds of her breasts, cupping them and 
juggling them as if they were made of jelly.

Jimmy tried to break loose and grab her from his 
lustful hold, but the arms once again grabbed out at 
him and he could feel himself being pinned to the wall.

"Hold him for just a moment, let him see what his 
little bitch is about to do to make old Daddy Price 
happy!" His eyes were lit with passion and cruelty, and 
there was nothing that he could do and Christine's 
struggles were futile.

He was being held fast while he watched Price run his 
hands up and down the soft, voluptuous curves of her 
body, pinching, fondling, cruelly caressing every inch 
of her flesh. Christine was struggling, trying to get 
away from his vise-like grip, but it was useless, his 
hands were like the claws of a crab, biting and 
hurting, digging into her and not about to let go.

Jimmy tried to close his eyes and his mind to what was 
about to happen to his tender sweetheart but his head 
was forced back up against the wall. "Open your eyes," 
Price hissed over at him. "I want you to see this!"

Christine looked across at him, her eyes begging with 
him to understand that she could not help what was 
going to happen any more than he could help what had 
happened to him the previous night.

Price dragged her back into the corner of the smaller 
room and he could hear the tearing of cloth and he knew 
that Christine was being stripped naked.

The men forced Jimmy around the room until he stood 
directly opposite a small, dim light that was burning 
in the corner. Price was busily rummaging at 
Christine's clothing. He was standing behind her and 
had ripped off her blouse, revealing her brassiere and 
the full, supple orbs that protruded from above the 
cloth. His hand was working itself inside the binding 
until he reached the tender nipple of her breasts. The 
other hand was tugging at the waistband of her skirt, 
ripping the buttons and pulling the thin material to 
the floor. 

She stood there completely without outer clothing, 
dressed in her flimsy underwear... her brassiere, silk 
bikini panties, garter belt and stockings and shoes. 
She was struggling against his power, but it was doing 
no good, because his massive hands soon found the tiny, 
red nipples of her breasts and were tweaking them 
cruelly until they stood completely erect.

"Man, look at those tits," Price said huskily. "I can't 
wait to get my tongue around those babies."

Jimmy gasped, he could not stand the thought of anyone 
else touching his girl, the girl he loved so much, the 
girl with whom he had shared so many tender moments of 
love lately. Their lovemaking had not been out of 
depravity, lustfulness, it had been out of love, tender 
love and he could not bear the thought of anyone else 
touching her body.

He tried to free himself from the hands that held him 
fast to the wall, but with each renewed effort he was 
forced backwards until his head slammed soundly into 
the plaster, causing his ears to ring.

Price had unfastened the hooks of Christine's brassiere 
and was tugging at the straps in an effort to release 
the binding from her body. She could do nothing to stop 
him as he roughly pulled the thin silk straps so tight 
and furiously that they finally broke and her breasts 
stood out like two white cones, full and resilient. 
Price's hands covered them harshly, pinching the soft 
flesh of her bosom and tweaking her pink nipples into 
erectness so that they stood out provocatively, 
temptingly.

The other men in the group caught their breath and you 
could hear a huge gasp sound throughout the room.

"Aren't they beauties," he laughed. "Think of sucking 
on these mounds."

The men watched him jealously as he fondled her 
sensitive breasts, squeezing them into various shapes, 
leaving deep, red fingerprints wherever he touched.

She watched the men as they glared at her and finally 
her eyes had the courage to meet Jimmy's once again. He 
was standing there helplessly, watching the horrible 
degradation and humiliation of her body, the body that 
he loved and cherished so much.

Price's hands began to wander further down her body 
until he was holding her tightly around her slim waist, 
forcing her buttocks back into his pelvis. She could 
feel the bulge of his cock through the material of his 
pants and she knew that there was no way that he would 
be left unsatisfied, and that Jimmy and all of the 
other men would be there to watch her ultimate 
humiliation and shame as he planted his seed of lust 
deep inside her unwilling body.

The panting in the room began almost a roar and Jimmy, 
in spite of his revulsion could feel his penis begin to 
stiffen within the confines of his trousers. The sight 
of this beautiful girl, his girl, bare-breasted in 
front of him, would cause any man to desire her 
regardless of the circumstances.

Price could no longer control himself with just the 
feeling of her breasts and he let his hands slide down 
inside her silk panties until he could find the clasp 
of her garter belt. Deftly he unhooked the eyes that 
held the belt up and let it fall casually aside, giving 
his fingers more room to explore what was being 
concealed inside the soft covering of silk over her 
crotch. His fingers began to work swiftly at tugging 
the restricting panties down and letting the garter 
belt fall until she stood in front of him and the men 
completely naked except for her stockings which were 
hanging loosely around her knees.

The men that were holding Jimmy were finding it 
difficult to keep their grasp on him because of the 
burning within their own loins. Every man present was 
worked to fever pitch and wanted to take her, rape her, 
and impale her with their own lust-hardened cocks.

But Price was having the time of his life, running his 
hands over every curve on her body, twisting her 
breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples until they 
ached and then slowly running his hands down her body 
again until they rested web-like on the softness of her 
belly.

Christine tried to break away from his grip by throwing 
her body forward, but instead she fell forward onto the 
bed that was in the middle of the room and her 
stockings dropped to her ankles.

Without wasting a moment Price fell on top of her in 
order to prevent her from escaping and held her roughly 
to the mattress.

He commanded one of the men to pull off her stockings 
so that he would have better leverage and one of the 
thugs came forward and ripped the silk stockings from 
her legs. Now she lay there completely naked, 
vulnerable for all to see and for Price to do with as 
he pleased.

Jimmy was frozen to the wall, he knew that it was no 
use for him to struggle any longer. There was no way 
that he could protect her. He still didn't know that 
she had submitted to this kind of treatment many times 
in the weeks previous to his finding her.

She lay whimpering on the bed, trembling uncontrollably 
as she felt Price's hungry hands begin to explore the 
lower part of her body. He held her down until he could 
move one thigh over her body, pinning her helplessly 
and only then did his hands begin to roam into every 
secret crevice of her cringing form.

His fingers felt, pinched and prodded at every inch of 
her soft, white flesh until they finally came to rest 
on her pubic mound and tease obscenely at the soft 
blond hair. He pinched the full fleshy lips causing her 
to twitch and cry out in pain, but it was to no avail.

"Just wait, baby," he chuckled menacingly, "I ain't 
begun nothin' yet."

His fingers again fondled at the fleshy, red lips of 
her vagina and pulled at them gently at first and then 
slowly increased the pressure and pulled them wide 
apart. She could not help herself and in spite of her 
fear and shame at Jimmy watching she was beginning to 
feel tiny pangs of passion building up within her own 
loins, but she tried to fight it.

She thought to herself that she couldn't let herself 
get carried away by this pig of a man, especially while 
Jimmy was watching. It was too degrading and she 
clenched her eyes tightly shut and prayed for the 
strength to resist. She couldn't let it go any further. 
But, his maddening fingers prodded constantly at the 
opening of her vaginal passage, pushing gently, then 
roughly against the lips of her cunt and teasing the 
hard bud of her clitoris. She began to shake under his 
touch, the fire in her loins beginning to build almost 
to a fever pitch.

Oh God, no! she thought. I can't let this happen to me. 
I can't react to this animal. Please dear God don't let 
it happen... don't let it happen!

His hands rubbed her private parts menacingly and he 
growled, "You're going to beg me for it, baby. Just you 
wait! You're going to beg me to put my cock inside you! 
We're gonna show this pip-squeak boyfriend what a hot 
little bitch you really are!"

She tried to cry out, No, you won't. I won't let you, 
but the words stuck in her throat as her body began to 
involuntarily grind beneath his hands.

His fingers were prying the lips of her already 
moistened pussy apart until he could see the open, wet 
orifice of her cunt and roughly slipped one finger in 
all the way up to the hilt. He wiggled it teasingly, 
scraping at the walls of the warm, wet channel and she 
moved against his hand as if she had no control.  When 
he had tantalized her enough with just one finger, he 
pushed another into her opening, stretching her vaginal 
passage further and further apart. His two fingers 
worked rapidly inside her, pushing her and pulling her 
at their will, teasing her for something bigger to fill 
the suddenly burning channel between her legs.

She bucked her body back against his fingers as if she 
were begging for more.

She was wet with passion and she almost forgot that she 
had an audience.

"That's it, baby! Beg your old daddy for it. Work into 
me!" Price whispered huskily, his eyes glistening in 
triumph across the room at the horrified boy.

Jimmy was now numb from watching the obscene spectacle 
and he could feel the bulge in his trousers 
involuntarily growing larger and larger.

"Look at the little boyfriend," Price spat at the men 
holding him to the wall.  Then he jerked up Christine's 
head until her eyes were just even with the fly of 
Jimmy's pants.

"I think he wants some too," he laughed wickedly. "Too 
bad right now, you'll have to wait your turn fellow! I 
got first cracks at this hot little bitch." He had a 
cruel glint in his eyes and his face was contorted with 
passion as he spoke.

"You should feel this tight little pussy. It's so wet 
and smooth. It's going to be like hot butter when I 
shove my prick up in it." He hissed to the men as he 
cruelly taunted them both.

"She's going to have to beg me for it, and I want her 
boyfriend to hear her pleas for me to fuck her and make 
her cum. I'm sure he'll like hearing his sweet little 
girl screaming for a cock between her legs."

She could feel his fingering make her writhe and push 
against his hand. She wanted to be satisfied. She 
wanted a huge, hard prick to be buried into her, all up 
to her belly. She wanted to feel a man's hardened penis 
thrust into her until she could make them cum inside 
her hot cunt and make it cum inside her hot cunt and 
make it deflate like an old inner tube. That was her 
real satisfaction, making the hard, stiff massive rods 
of manhood deflate inside her weakly and helplessly 
until she could scream with delight.

She didn't know that she was developing a masochistic 
streak in her, but she had been handled, pinched and 
fingered by so many men in the past few weeks that her 
only pleasure came from making those massive, menacing 
pricks limp again. Of course, she herself would cum 
before she afforded them that pleasure of burying their 
sperm deep inside her channel.

Price's fingers were working feverishly inside her 
cunt, scraping the sensitive walls of her vagina 
roughly and making the juices of her sex flow until she 
was completely flooded with the warm, teasing liquid of 
desire.

He could feel the moisture from her vagina as it rolled 
down his fingers and into the palm of his hand.

She was ready, the little bitch, he thought, but I'm 
gonna make her wait before I afford her the pleasure of 
my cock inside her tight little pussy.

Her body bucked back against his and she gasped for 
breath. "God damn it, FUCK ME! Put it in me, put it in 
me!" she cried out between her shortened breaths.

"No, you little, bitch. Not yet. You're gonna show us 
what stamina you have.  When I get through with you, 
you won't want anyone else, but everyone else is going 
to have you... including your precious boyfriend. And 
then, I can watch."

His other hand had found its way back to the fullness 
of her breasts and he was pinching the nipples with 
brute force until she was crying out in pain, while his 
other fingers continued their maddening manipulations 
inside her vagina. It didn't seem as if she could stand 
this teasing any longer and she could hear herself 
pleading with Price to fuck her and fuck her hard.

"Put it in me! Put it in me now," she begged. "I can't 
stand it any longer!"

Jimmy could not believe what he was hearing, but his 
own denied passion was building to a point that it 
didn't matter who the girl on the bed was -- nothing 
mattered but the teasing ache in his loins.

Price glanced up once again and called to one of the 
girls in the other room.

"Nancy, come here," he commanded.

A second later, an older dark haired girl came into the 
room and walked to the bed.

"Yes sir," she answered. "Anything at all that I can do 
for you?" she laughed.

"Take care of that young man being held against the 
wall, while I fuck his precious little girlfriend silly 
here."

"It would be my pleasure," she answered.

She moved across the room to where Jimmy was being held 
and slowly and tantalizingly ran her hand over his 
hardened manhood beneath his trousers.

"Uuummmm, he's very large and very hard," she murmured. 
"This I will enjoy."

Christine lifted her head from the bed horrified while 
she watched the other girl begin to fondle Jimmy until 
he began to squirm against her touch. He was being 
driven out of his mind. He could feel the hands on his 
shoulders begin to loosen as she increased her ardent 
fondling of his penis. He could feel the warmth of her 
hands through his trousers and as much as he tried to 
fight it, he could feel his penis begin to throb and 
jerk with each further caress.

Slowly she let her fingers pull at the fly of his 
trousers and unzip the confining material. His cock 
jerked against the cotton of his shorts and ached to be 
freed. She let her fingers reach inside and gently pull 
out his pulsating phallus until it jerked upwards 
against his belt. She watched it fascinated for a 
moment as it bobbed up and down, completely in her 
power.  Finally she loosened the belt of his pants and 
let them fall to the floor. She took his throbbing 
young cock in her hands and rubbed it sensuously, up 
and down, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth as 
if it were soft, resilient rubber.

He could feel the pressure building in his loins as 
this strange girl played with his prick. At the same 
time he was watching with horrified fascination the 
gyrations that Christine was going through trying to 
get Price to finally screw her. The lewd combination 
was exciting him as he had never been excited before.

Finally the girl dropped to her knees and placed her 
mouth near his pulsating rod, blowing her hot breath 
over it temptingly. He tried to force his hips forward 
towards her mouth in a desperate effort to force her to 
take his tortured rod inside and suck it until the 
blood-filled head would explode.  But, she was too 
clever for that, she knew how to prolong his agony and 
worked to that end.

Slowly she let her tongue run over the tender underside 
of his penis, breathing heavily, enveloping his manhood 
with her warm saliva. Her tongue slithered up and down 
his young, but immense cock, never quite taking it 
completely into her mouth. She was driving him out of 
his mind, and she knew it.

While she continued her tantalizing, Price was still 
working furiously on Christine. He withdrew his fingers 
from her hot, wet vagina and began to run his mouth 
over every part of her body, pausing briefly for a 
moment on her belly before he let his lips wander down 
further towards her now hungrily throbbing pussy.

His tongue licked her soft, pliant flesh, pushing 
little indents into it with each stab of his tongue. 
She quivered under his caress and tried to force her 
hips up towards his mouth in a desperate effort to 
quell the raging fire between her widespread legs. 
Price chuckled softly at her efforts and taunted:

"I'll get to you when I feel like it. Meanwhile, you 
may as well relax and enjoy it, pussycat!" And he 
laughed out loud.

There was nothing that she could do to force his head 
and his wet, snaking mouth down between her loins. Her 
vagina ached with desire and she longed to be filled 
with manhood, at this point it didn't matter whose as 
long as she could feel it bury into her and make her 
cum as she had never cum before.

His tongue licked temptingly at the lips of her vaginal 
slit, but he did not venture any further than that for 
several minutes. He sucked furiously at the soft wet 
lips, and let his tongue tickle the hard bud of her 
clitoris until she was actually bucking and jerking 
uncontrollably on the bed.

"You want it, baby, you want it?" he teased between the 
wet lickings of his lips.

"Please... Please..." she begged. "I want it! I want 
you to fuck me! Someone fuck me!" she moaned.

One of the men who had been holding Jimmy volunteered, 
"I'll fuck her, boss.  I'll fuck her good and proper. 
Can I fuck her?" he pleaded, for his own cock was 
throbbing nervously inside his pants.

Price lifted his head from her cunt for a moment and 
answered, "I'll let you know when you can get on her. 
Lay off, right now I'm having my fun. If you're so damn 
anxious, why don't you bugger the kid next to you," he 
said sneering at Jimmy, who was writhing desperately 
under the wildly sucking lips of the older girl.

Nancy was working her mouth up and down on the young 
boy's prick, pulling hard on the head as she withdrew 
her lips from around the fleshy, erect staff.

He felt himself going out of control and he knew that 
he could not hold back much longer or he would explode. 
His eyes were no longer fastened on Christine and 
Price, but solely on the oval-shaped mouth that was 
working so furiously down on his throbbing cock. He 
thrust his hips forward towards her open mouth, pushing 
his rod deep down into her throat until she almost 
choked.

"Hold it a minute, buddy," she sputtered. "I'm not the 
grand canyon, and you're not exactly under developed, 
you know."

The crudeness of her language only excited him more and 
he knew that his pulsing penis was about to burst. With 
one final effort he pushed deeply into her mouth and 
his hips began to jerk violently as he felt the flood 
of his sperm empty into the very depths of her throat 
and trickle wetly out the sides of her mouth.

"God, aaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming," he panted as his hips 
thrust forward in a final stab and he felt himself 
growing limp inside the grip of her lips.

She held his limp prick tight until his final spasmodic 
contraction and then at last let it fall limply out of 
her mouth as she fell exhaustedly to the floor.

"Nice work, Nance," Price called from the bed. "You do 
good work. In fact, you do your best work on your 
knees!" And he laughed again.

His mouth now was enveloping every fold of Christine's 
vagina, his tongue was stabbing deep into the channel 
of her cunt and she was begging for him to make her 
cum!

"I can't stand it anymore, have pity... fill me, fill 
me with your prick," she gasped. Slowly Price began to 
move up her body until he could feel his own penis 
jerking and throbbing between her wide spread thighs, 
inviting him into the depths of her tight, contracting 
pussy.

He knew that she was desperate and that she wanted to 
be fucked more than anything else in the world right at 
this moment, but he derived some sadistic pleasure from 
making her beg for it, and he was not about to let her 
have her way just yet.

She could feel the weight of his body as it moved up on 
her and she thought that he would take her at last, but 
he had other ideas.

Jimmy was limp and the men that had been holding him 
let him fall slowly to the floor as they began to 
masturbate themselves in order to gain their own 
personal satisfaction.

Price looked up and saw that both Jimmy and Nancy were 
lying crossways on the carpet and he shouted, "Bring 
him over here. I'm not through with him yet either!" 
Quickly the men grabbed his shoulders again and dragged 
him to the bedside, throwing him carelessly over 
Christine's prostrate body.

"Pull him up so his cock hangs in her face," he 
commanded, and the men jumped to obey him.

Jimmy opened his eyes and let them wander over the body 
that he had thought was so virginal and pure when he 
first took her, but now he was beginning to understand 
why she had been so afraid and so hesitant about taking 
him home.  He wondered just how she got mixed up with 
this kind of man, but his mind was too full of other 
things to really comprehend the whole situation.

He felt himself being dragged across the bed until his 
limp, satiated cock lay across the face of his desire-
wracked girl.

Christine did not waste any time grabbing the deflated 
penis of her school-mate lover and began to suck 
noisily on his limp staff. Jimmy had just been 
completely satisfied and he was not an experienced 
enough lover to be able to react to her demanding 
mouthing immediately.

Price chuckled wickedly, "I'll fuck you when you can 
make him hard enough again to cum in your mouth!" And 
he continued his teasing caresses on every part of her 
body, driving her almost out of her mind.

Christine was mouthing Jimmy's prick like a wild woman. 
She wanted to be satisfied so badly, yet she wasn't 
sure whether or not Jimmy would be able to become erect 
again.

"Noooo," she whispered. "Please take me now, and I'll 
do anything that you want me to do!"

Price ignored her pleas as he watched her voraciously 
sucking Jimmy's limp prick in her mouth in an effort to 
make him hard again.

"See, dear, I'm more of a man than you'll ever know 
again, and don't you forget it!" He spat at her.

"Your boyfriend is a one shot deal, one fuck and he's 
out of the game. Me...

I can go all night!"

"Well, go on me now... I'm so ready. I want you, I want 
your prick inside me!" she begged.

He just laughed as he pinched her breasts cruelly, 
sadistically, and she jerked helplessly from the pain.

Jimmy lay half way on his side, his pelvis lying flat 
against the top of her head and his penis lying weakly 
over her face as she sucked and held it with her mouth, 
afraid to let it go for fear that it might lose the 
slight rigidity that she had already started, while 
Price's hands, mouth and fingers teased every nerve in 
her body.

Finally, she began to feel new life return to Jimmy's 
penis and she sucked furiously at the stem and the head 
of the stiffening rod of flesh. Slowly he began to 
react to her mouthing and his hips wiggled in back of 
her, trying to push his hardening penis further into 
her mouth and throat. Price looked up at the spectacle 
and delighted in the complete subservience that he held 
over the people who were unlucky enough to have fallen 
into his grasp.

Christine was wriggling her body, demanding to be 
fulfilled in her vagina while she sucked on Jimmy's 
penis and finally Price let his hand wander down to her 
vaginal opening once more. He grabbed her clitoris 
roughly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it 
with brute force and she cried out. He shoved two 
fingers deep into the well of her cunt and wiggled them 
furiously.  She could no longer contain herself and 
Price knew it, but he didn't want her to cum like this, 
besides he was just about at the breaking point 
himself.

He moved his body fully on top of hers and let his 
throbbing penis work its way to the lips of her vaginal 
slit and with one quick hip-thrusting stab, impaled her 
to the hilt.

"Aaaggghhhhhh," she moaned. "Yes, yes... yes, do it to 
me, fuck me good.  That's it!" He began to move his 
hips up and down and in and out of her wet, hot vagina, 
feeling the walls of her cunt contract and relax around 
his pulsing rod. It was such a sweet agony. He watched 
her as she mouthed her boyfriend and gasped out to the 
men standing near the bed, "Hold his head up so he can 
see me fucking the daylights out of his proud little 
bitch. God, she's a hot one!"

The men grabbed Jimmy's head and pushed it forward so 
that he had a full view of Price's fucking and 
thrusting into Christine. His prick was growing thick 
and hot inside her mouth and the sight of the cruel 
fucking down between her legs only built him to a 
greater uncontrollable desire. He felt his loins tense 
again and he knew that he was about to cum for the 
second time within minutes.

Price continued his savage, humiliating stabs deep into 
the vagina of the passion-filled girl and he delighted 
in the thought that he had completely humiliated her, 
depraved her and reduced her to a complete animal, and 
all, all in front of the person she loved the most.

His own loins were becoming hotter and hotter and it 
would not be long before he would spill his load into 
her wanting vagina. He heard her moan and felt her 
writhing wildly underneath him as she was about to go 
into the throes of her own orgasm.

"Uuuggghhhh, oooohhhhhh... fuck me now deeper... 
deeper... I'm cumming," she gasped and her hips pushed 
up against his while her mouth searched once again for 
the penis she had let go just for the moment.

The sight of this lovely girl, lying there completely 
overcome in her own passion was too much for him to 
bear and he could feel the blood begin to boil in the 
end of his penis and surge up to the head of his prick. 
When he thrust this last time deep into her cervix, he 
felt himself explode in one gigantic orgasm, spilling 
all his hot, liquid sperm into the deepest part of her 
belly.

Finally, exhausted, he rolled off the top of her and 
rested alongside her perspiring body, completely 
satisfied.

He closed his eyes, but he could hear her young 
boyfriend gasping in the middle of his own orgasm and 
he knew that her other orifice was also being filled 
with hot, male fluid and he chuckled softly to himself:

Yes, this was a triumph, a real triumph of lust over 
love.

It was several days before Jimmy went to see Christine 
again. He couldn't forget what had happened, how she 
had made love to Price and seemed to enjoy it, and how 
he himself had been humiliated by another one of the 
girls. He knew that he was involved in a tangled 
situation that would be extremely difficult, if not 
impossible to get out of, but he had to try and he had 
to try to get Christine out of it also.

Price called him again after a few days and told him 
that they had arranged for another job and he should be 
at the hideout the following night about eleven 
o'clock. Before he could answer, Price hung up the 
phone. He wasn't used to refusals and he knew what 
would happen to Christine if he refused to drive the 
car.

He decided that he had to see Christine that afternoon 
so he called the house and arranged to meet her in a 
bar a few blocks from where she lived.

It was difficult for their eyes to meet as they sat in 
the local tavern after their last experience.

Neither one of them wanted to say anything about it and 
it seemed to be mutually understood that the whole 
incident would go by unmentioned.

"Price called me for another job tomorrow night," he 
said, breaking the silence. "I don't want to go, but it 
looks as if I have no choice. I know that you were 
trapped into this whole mess without realizing what was 
happening, but maybe after this next job we will be 
able to get out of here.  I'll have my pay for driving 
the car and we can leave. We may have to leave the 
country, but anything is better than staying here and 
living this kind of life for the next few years!"

"How marvelous it would be if only it could be true," 
Christine added, "but you know that Price will never 
let us get away with it. He's watching me day and night 
now, and I'm sure he has his spies following you also. 
It would be taking quite a chance."

"Don't worry, or at least try not to, I'll have 
everything arranged," he said.

She leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so 
much," she said and grabbed his hand tightly.

They walked together back to his hotel room and once 
they were safely inside his room, he locked the door.

"No one will bother us here, sweetheart," he said as he 
pulled her strongly to him.

"Oh darling," she whispered against his ear, "I wanted 
to make love to you all afternoon, but I was afraid 
that you wouldn't touch me after..." The rest of her 
sentence was lost against his lips as he kissed her 
warmly and desperately.

Within a few moments, he had unfastened the hooks of 
her dress and let it fall to the floor and his hands 
reached for the fastening of her brassiere. She was 
trembling in his arms and her hands were caressing the 
inner part of his thighs and the hardness of his penis 
as it jerked against the material of his trousers. 
Slowly she pulled at the fly until he could feel her 
cool fingers reach inside his pants and pull his erect 
and pulsing manhood out of its confines.

His hands worked quickly and smoothly unfastening 
articles of clothing and letting them fall where they 
would. Finally when she was completely naked except for 
her soft, silk panties, he pulled her passionately to 
the bed and began to kiss the taut, pink nipples of her 
breasts as she writhed and moaned under him. It was 
such delicious agony for him to touch her, caress her 
and feel her return his lovemaking with the same 
passionate ardor. She was tugging at the bottom of his 
slacks in an effort to pull them off so that she would 
have better access to his hardened manhood. He eased 
his hips up from the bed to make it easier for her to 
undress him. 

When she was finally able to pull the slacks from him, 
she let her hands wander inside the tight elastic of 
his shorts until she could feel the complete, massive 
erectness of his rod and she began to massage it up and 
down in a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the 
tightness in his loins begin to build as she continued 
her relentless caress, and he ran his hands over her 
body as if trying to memorize every curve and line of 
her voluptuous figure. Her legs were stretched out and 
slightly apart so that he would have easy access to the 
intimate crevice of her loins. His fingers played 
casually with the hard bud of her clitoris, rubbing it 
faster and harder with each second. She moaned under 
his touch and raised her hips forward so that he could 
have even greater access to her moist, aching vagina.

"I can't stand it," she moaned. "You're driving me 
wild!"

She lifted her face from the bed and her tongue began 
to trace a pattern down his chest and belly, nibbling 
gently at the taut skin until her mouth closed down 
like a warm glove over his thick, pulsing organ.

His loins were aflame, consumed in a fire that swept 
through his entire body as she sucked constantly on his 
throbbing prick. Her tongue played with the reddened 
knob, teasing it as it jerked inside the cavern of her 
mouth and throat. He could feel his whole body begin to 
shake as her mouth and lips moved up and down on his 
hot, hard penis and he let his fingers sink deep into 
the well of her vagina.

He could feel her wiggling back against fingers and he 
moved them wildly inside her so that she was writhing 
and twisting in an uncontrolled fury.

"Oh darling," she gasped "fuck me now, please fuck me 
now, I can't stand it any longer."

She seemed to be almost insatiable as she pulled her 
mouth away from his stiff, jerking manhood and crushed 
his mouth with hers. She threw her body on top of his 
and began to straddle his huge, throbbing penis, but he 
would not take his fingers away from her hot, moist 
vagina.

"In a moment, darling," he whispered. "First, I want to 
be sure that you are really ready, because I am about 
to burst from wanting to fuck you."

"Oh yes, yes, yes... God, I'm so ready, please take me, 
take me NOW," she almost screamed at him.

She reached down between his legs and grabbed his hard, 
erect cock and guided it towards her waiting, denied 
channel. He moved his hips closer to her and with one 
violent thrust, impaled his huge manhood deep into her 
belly. She gasped in pain at the sudden entry, but then 
began to rock against him, teasingly and persistently 
so that he could feel her pull away from him and then 
push her hips back in again as his penis slipped in and 
out of her tight, hot passage.

"Fuck me," she begged, "it's so good, darling, it's so 
good!"

He slammed his throbbing phallus deep into her waiting 
cunt, increasing the pressure and the force with each 
thrust. She could feel him completely filling her 
insides and she knew that she was about to cum.

"Aaaggghhhh," she moaned, "darling, I'm cumming, 
deeper, harder, I'm cumming now!"

Her persistent gasps and cries excited him to his 
breaking point and as he felt the walls of her vagina 
contracting tightly around his pistoning cock, he too, 
began to grind out his orgasm, filling her with his hot 
boiling sperm until it felt as though his very life 
itself were being sucked and drained from him.

"Oh God, darling, my whole belly feels filled like it's 
never been filled before." She crooned softly beneath 
him.

After they had caught their breath, they relaxed on the 
bed and began to plan just how they would escape from 
the grasp of Price and his men and their life of crime.

Christine walked back to the house and slowly climbed 
the stairs to her room, still thinking and worrying 
about Jimmy and what would happen the next night when 
the gang went to pull another job. She lay down on her 
bed and tried to sleep, but her mind was too occupied 
with the thought that something dreadful was going to 
happen and she couldn't put it out of her mind.

She was just beginning to doze slightly when she was 
startled by someone opening her door.

"So, you finally decided to come back!" It was Price 
who was directing her.

"I just went out to meet Jimmy for some drinks and we 
went for a walk," she lied.

"The hell you did! You seem to forget that I have eyes 
and ears all over this town and I know where you were!" 
he barked.

She cringed slightly back into the bed as his hand came 
up to slap her soundly across the face and deliver a 
second blow across her full, sensitive breasts.

"Now are you going to tell me what you two have in mind 
or do I have to beat it out of you?" he commanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered.

"Well, let me enlighten you, my dear," he said 
sarcastically. "I know that your boyfriend doesn't 
approve of our little operation and that he has 
something planned, like maybe getting out," he said 
coldly.

"Well, if he does, he didn't say anything to me about 
it," she lied.

"I happen to know that that's not true, a friend of 
mine heard you planning something this afternoon. Let 
me warn you, you had better tell him to forget it, 
because even if he should be successful in getting out 
of New York City, he won't get very far and you are not 
going anywhere, I'm going to make sure of that!" His 
tone was menacing and she knew that he was serious and 
not to be fooled with.

"If your friend decides to go through with his foolish 
plan, you can tell him that you are going to be taken 
back to our little retreat in Westport for the 
amusement of our more demanding clients. You remember 
the first time you were there, don't you, dear?"

The thought of all those horrible perverts abusing her 
again, doping her and using her in any fashion they so 
desired made her feel sick and she rolled over on the 
bed and buried her face in the pillow.

"As a matter of fact, I think that you should call him, 
because I am taking you there myself tonight for safe 
keeping. So get dressed!" he yelled at her.

She was trembling when she got up from the bed, but she 
knew that she would have to obey him or suffer the 
consequences.

"In the meantime," he added, "we are going to deal with 
your little boyfriend!"

"Ww-What, are you going to do," she stammered.

Her stomach had frozen and she felt nauseous, and put 
her hand to her mouth as if to prevent the ill feeling.

"Well, I haven't really decided yet, but," he added, 
with a vicious grin, "When we get to the docks tomorrow 
night, there may be a little accident and he may never 
come back, just like he wanted it!" He laughed cruelly 
as he saw the look of horror on her face.

She thought that her whole world was collapsing around 
her and she asked, "Suppose I talk to him, maybe I can 
persuade him to come around to your way of thinking, 
then will you let him alone. Please...don't do anything 
to him. I don't care what you do with me, but don't 
hurt him!"

"Very touching, I'm sure," he snarled, "but no one, and 
I mean no one crosses me up, I'm too big a man in this 
town and don't you forget it!"

"At any rate, my dear, I wouldn't count on seeing your 
precious Jimmy again," he added.

"I won't see him anymore if that's the way you want it, 
but please don't kill him. If you do, I swear that 
somehow, some way, I'll get even with you. I'll have 
the cops down on you so fast it will make your head 
spin!" she bravely threatened, knowing full well it was 
hopeless.

He glared at her coldly and said, "You stupid bitch. Do 
you think that you can bargain with me? Nobody, but 
nobody bargains with me, I give the orders and I can do 
what I please!"

She tried to out-stare his cruel beady, eyes, but she 
was frightened and didn't know quite what she should 
do.

"Hurry up," he commanded her. "Don't just stand there 
like a dummy. Get dressed or do you want a good 
thrashing, and you know I can do it... with pleasure."

Mechanically she obeyed him and followed him out of the 
room and down the stairs to the car that was waiting to 
take her to Connecticut.

Jimmy had not heard a word from Christine the whole 
next day and she wasn't at the house when he went 
looking for her and no one seemed too anxious to 
volunteer any information, so he went back to his hotel 
room and waited for George to come by to pick him up 
for the evening's job.

The palms of his hands were damp when George finally 
called upstairs on the house phone for him to come 
down, that they were ready to go. He remembered Chris' 
apprehension the previous day and he wondered if maybe 
she had been right. He knew that she should have 
contacted him that afternoon and he was certain that 
something had happened to her.

When the car finally pulled into the hideout, he asked 
Price where Chris had gone.

"She is taking a little rest in the country. She 
decided that she needed a vacation in order to do some 
serious thinking, maybe about your relationship.  You 
know that you have been occupying a lot of her time and 
she hasn't had much time to work... for me! And, I 
don't like that," he growled at him.

Jimmy was still uncertain about what he was supposed to 
do when they got to the docks, nobody had briefed him 
like they had the last time and he didn't like it. He 
wondered if maybe Price had found out that he and 
Christine had planned to get away. Maybe that was why 
she was unavailable and he had a queasy feeling in his 
stomach. They wouldn't try to get rid of him, would 
they? A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind and he 
became more uneasy as each new and sordid idea raced 
through his worried mind. He followed the van in front 
of him just like the last time and pulled up behind it 
when they reached the dark warehouse.

"We're all going in this time," he shouted to him. 
"It's heavy work and we need every hand we can get!"

This was unusual because someone had to be there to get 
the car and the loot out of danger in case someone 
came. It didn't make any sense that they would leave 
the car and the van unattended.

He climbed out of the car, his knees were shaking, but 
he hoped that no one else could see his fear. He 
couldn't let his fears, which may be imagined, get the 
best of him. In any case, he decided to keep a very 
close watch on Price and not get left alone with him.

George was picking the lock on the warehouse and within 
a few minutes the heavy steel doors swung open.

"Quick, everyone inside," Price ordered.

As the gang moved through the door, he saw Price's hand 
move to his pocket and his heart felt like it was down 
in his stomach.

The men had just begun to move the crates out of the 
door into the van when all of a sudden the lights went 
on all over the warehouse and a voice shouted, "Okay, 
everyone stay right where they are. You're all under 
arrest!"

Price's hand came out of his pocket and there was a 
glint of steel and he heard a gasp coming from 
somewhere behind one of the lights. He jumped forward 
in an effort to see what had happened, but the night 
watchman that had surprised them was already lying dead 
on the cement floor of the warehouse, a knife sticking 
out of his chest.

It had all happened so quickly that Jimmy hardly 
realized what was going on, and as he looked around the 
group he could see that he was not the only one that 
was visibly shaken. The group began to break and hide 
behind various crates around the warehouse and waited 
there for several minutes. When no one else came to 
bother them Price ordered the men to continue their 
work.

Jimmy could not help but wonder whether that knife had 
been meant for him, and as he moved to help one of the 
men with a heavy crate, he asked, "Is he dead?"

"Never mind about that, it's too late now anyway. Let's 
just get this stuff loaded and get out of here," Price 
shouted.

The men loaded the van and the car and everyone hopped 
in to take off and go back to the hideout. When they 
reached the gate where they had come in, all of a 
sudden lights went on all over the place and Price 
yelled, "Narks!  Christ, we're surrounded!" Jimmy 
floored the accelerator and headed straight for the 
gate while Price drew out a gun from another pocket and 
began to shoot.

"Run them over if you have to," he commanded. "Just get 
us out of here or we'll all burn!"

He hesitated for just a second and then raced the 
engine and the car shot through the gate, and he could 
feel a thud as he passed by and he knew that he had 
probably hit one of the policemen. The lights were 
blazing throughout the dock yard, but the car now sped 
down the dark street and turned down a narrow alleyway 
that Price directed him to.

"I'm sure I hit one of them," he stammered as he spoke 
to Price.

"Well, what did you expect, they wouldn't get out of 
the way. We couldn't exactly stop and ask them to move! 
Don't worry about it, kid, we're in deep enough without 
sweating something like that!"

He couldn't believe that Price could be so callused, 
and his hands were still shaking on the wheel. They 
were winding dangerously through the narrow streets 
when suddenly Price turned to him and put a gun at the 
side of his neck.

"What's this?" he asked shakily, because he was sure 
that he already knew what it meant.

"It's just a little reminder that we have Christine and 
if you ever say anything about our operation or try to 
leave town, she won't be treated exactly with kid 
gloves. You get what I mean," he barked.

It was all he could do to keep his hands on the wheel, 
they were shaking so badly, but he knew that if he 
didn't get them away from there he would be killed, or 
worse yet, they would torture or kill Chris.

The car tore down another alleyway and finally pulled 
up in front of the hideout and the men piled out and 
ran in.

"Put the car in the garage," he ordered Jimmy.

He was tempted to take the car and make a run for it, 
but he realized that it would be entirely too easy to 
trace him and then what would happen to him and to 
Chris. His thoughts drifted to Chris and he wondered 
what she was going through right now. He knew that she 
would be worried and he wished that he could call her 
and let her know that he had gotten back all right. At 
least up to this point, it looked as if everything was 
going to be all right.

Christine was being held in the house in Connecticut 
with one bruiser of a body guard. She had wanted to 
call the police and tell them about the raid on the 
dock, but her guard's eyes never left her for a second. 
She was wearing a rather tight fitting summer dress 
which did nothing to conceal her full, round bosom and 
shapely legs and buttocks.

She glared at the man who was guarding her and asked, 
"What is your name, anyway. I hate to keep saying, hey 
you?"

"Robert," the ox of a man replied and it was obvious 
that he was rather dull-minded, and she felt uneasy at 
the way he was staring at her.

"You Price's girl?" he asked in the thick guttural 
accent of the Eastside.

"No," she replied hesitantly.

"Then why does he want to keep you here all by 
yourself, anyway," he inquired.

"He wants me to earn money for him... by sleeping with 
men," she answered. She couldn't force herself to say 
the word prostitute, it grated her.

Robert grinned his idiot grin and said, "Well, then 
maybe I can be the first one today! Let me see your 
legs, pull up your skirt!"

She could feel the blood rush to her head and she 
reluctantly lifted her skirt up a little way.

"Higher," he ordered and hesitantly she raised the hem 
of her skirt until it was even with the lace at the 
bottom of her silk panties.

He looked at her lustfully, imagining what was inside 
those silk briefs, and wondered what it would be like 
to run his hand over her full, soft breasts, over her 
smooth rounded buttocks and between her thighs until he 
could feel the opening of her vagina.

Christine dropped her skirt and turned away from him, 
but he walked over to her and turned her around. She 
noticed that his penis was beginning to bulge in his 
pants and she felt disgusted.

"You're not so bad," he told her, his breath coming 
heavily.

"Really," she answered rather sarcastically, but she 
could tell that she would not have a chance against his 
brute strength if he decided he wanted to play games 
with her, so she changed her tone.

"Sit on that chair," he commanded her. "And spread your 
legs, I wanna see your pussy."

Reluctantly she obeyed him and pulled her legs wide 
apart as she sat down on the over stuffed easy chair so 
that he could have a good view between her legs. She 
could see that he was getting very excited and the 
bulge in his pants was beginning to jerk against the 
tightness of the material.

Maybe, she thought desperately, if I can get him 
excited enough I'll be able to get out of here. I may 
be able to catch him at a disadvantage and make a run 
for it. The thought of this beastly man touching her 
made her skin crawl, but it didn't look as if she had 
any choice.

"Take off your panties," he told her, watching her 
every move as she stood up slowly and let her hands 
fumble hesitantly over the tight elastic of her silk 
briefs. She slowly pulled them away from her hips and 
let them fall down around her ankles, her body 
trembling with fear.

His breathing was almost a pant now and he pushed her 
back into the chair and grabbing her knees, he forced 
her thighs wide apart, completely exposing the 
vulnerable, pink vagina. He let his eyes feast for a 
moment on her tight, unwanting orifice. Then, when he 
could no longer stand the temptation, he let one finger 
slowly tickle the naked opening, working his finger 
round and round the soft hair-covered vaginal lips 
until she began to squirm from the pressure of his 
touch.

Slowly he stepped back and began to unbutton his pants 
and unzip the fly until he could easily pull out his 
giant, throbbing organ. He stood in front of her, with 
his penis jerking up and walked back and forth in front 
of her like he was on parade.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked her, although it was 
more of a statement.

She was trying to fight back her revulsion, but managed 
a weak, "Yes, yes, it's very nice!"

"It'll go into you nice like, and you'll love it." As 
he spoke he moved towards her, but she moved from the 
chair and went slowly to him. She couldn't let him take 
her on the chair and besides she had to be within reach 
of something to hit him with if she had the 
opportunity. But, she knew she had to play the part 
well.

She reached out and softly touched his penis and began 
to stroke it up and down. Her cool fingers felt good to 
him and he reached behind her and cupped the supple, 
rounded mounds of her buttocks in his hands and rocked 
her towards him. She was cringing under his sickening 
touch, but he was too involved in his own passion to 
notice that her other hand had reached out and grabbed 
a pewter ornament that was standing on one of the 
tables. In one terrible moment she brought it crashing 
down on his head and he fell back, wavering for just a 
moment, and then fell heavily to the floor.

She grabbed her pocketbook and raced out into the dimly 
lit street and searched for the nearest telephone 
booth.

Her fingers shaking she dialed the operator and said, 
"Get me the police, please. And hurry, this is an 
emergency."

After detailing the plan of the robbery to the police 
sergeant who answered, she walked up and down the 
streets of the neighborhood until a car finally pulled 
up and answered her wave. "Can we drive you somewhere?" 
She looked inside the car and saw that it was a young 
couple, and answered, "Yes, oh yes, please. Take me to 
the train station. It's awfully important!"

She spent the hour on the train to New York wondering 
whether or not the police had arrived in time and if 
they did, what had happened. She had no way of knowing 
that the raid was already over and the men were at the 
hideout. She was afraid what would happen when Robert 
came to and what he would tell Price about the events 
of their evening. She rationalized that she could 
always tell Price, if she ever saw him again, that he 
had tried to rape her and she was only trying to 
protect herself, because she didn't think that he would 
like it. 

She could appeal to his male ego and he was just enough 
of an egomaniac to believe her and be flattered. She 
was more concerned about what had happened to Jimmy. 
She wished that she were with him right now and he was 
holding her, telling her that everything would be all 
right.

Finally the train pulled into Grand Central Station and 
she made her way up the long steps to the 42nd Street 
Exit and hailed a cab and gave him the directions to 
Jimmy's hotel.

The night manager finally let her into his room after 
she slipped him a five dollar bribe and she lay back on 
the bed and tried to doze. She had bolted the door from 
the inside, but she knew that the hotel man would tell 
Jimmy that she was there when he arrived.

It seemed like hours but finally there was a knock on 
the door.

"Who is it," she asked.

"Jimmy," a muffled voice answered.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it 
quickly. The man standing outside her door was not 
Jimmy! It was Price! She wanted to scream, but it froze 
in her throat. The man came in and closed the door 
behind him.

"You didn't expect to see me, did you?" She had never 
heard such a cruel, menacing tone in Price's voice 
before.

She just stood there glued to the spot, not knowing 
what to do. She couldn't scream, because she was sure 
that Price had taken very good care of the man at the 
desk and he would just ignore anything that would 
happen.

She felt a fist hit her in the stomach and she doubled 
up and fell to the floor. Price grabbed her up by the 
shoulders and threw her savagely onto the bed and began 
to slap her face until she was swollen and tears were 
streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"So, you little bitch," he screamed, "you thought you 
could get away with it.  Well, I've got news for you, 
the only people that the police got was your boyfriend. 
We set him up beautifully and I don't think that he 
will ever get out of that jail. Don't think that he'll 
squeal either, we made sure he understood us before we 
made him the pigeon!"

She was trembling as she watched Price's face contorted 
with rage and he could hardly speak because of his 
anger. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists 
and raised his arm to strike her again, but she put her 
arms in front of her face and warded off the powerful 
blow.

He dragged her up from the bed and pushed her out the 
door in front of him.

"I'm taking you back to the house and keep you under 
lock and key. You are going to be the evening's 
entertainment for the boys for a good long time.  I'll 
break your proud bitchy spirit yet and have you 
groveling on the floor begging me to stop the 
indecencies and humiliations that you're going to 
experience. You're going to be bent like a human 
pretzel until you decide to stop playing around with me 
and start shaping up." He reached over and squeezed her 
breast cruelly, pinching the nipple until she cried out 
in pain.  He just laughed and hit her soundly on the 
buttocks and then led her down the steps and into the 
street.

He escorted her to her room at the house and threw her 
on the bed, but this time she could feel her feet and 
hands being chained to the bed posts and a group of men 
were standing in one corner, leering down at her, each 
one naked and fully erect from the sight of the young 
spread-eagled girl. She felt the crack of a light buggy 
whip as it sounded in the air and finally connected 
across the tender flesh of her breasts. Price left the 
room and the last thing he heard was a piercing scream 
break from her lips as the footsteps of the men walked 
towards the bed where she was shackled, each one with 
his own special perversion, each one she would know and 
have indelibly imprinted on her mind before the end of 
the night.

He walked down the steps, laughing sadistically and 
wondering how long it would take them to completely 
break her spirit. He delighted in this special kind of 
torture. He wanted to stay to watch some of the fun, 
but he had other things to prepare for her and he 
walked to the kitchen and got out a spoon, a long cord 
of rubber and began to mix a dose of heroin. Chuckling, 
he thought, if they don't break her, just wait 'til 
it's my turn. I'll have her in my power for life. No 
one... no one can escape from the big "H."

The policemen stood over Jimmy, a light was shining in 
his face and they were throwing questions at him so 
fast that he found it difficult to answer even one. His 
mind was not clear as to what had happened. He 
remembered being hit on the head and thrown behind the 
wheel of the getaway car and he knew that they were 
driving him somewhere and then they left him. The next 
thing he remembered was that he was being handcuffed 
and taken to the 17th precinct on the east side on 53rd 
Street. He didn't know that it was Christine who had 
tipped them off, nor did he realize that Price had 
anticipated this and had already arranged for him to be 
set up.

The police had checked for any previous record on him 
and found none. They did find out that he was just 
nineteen, had been a good student and that the whole 
thing didn't figure.

Finally, when they realized that he would not be able 
to answer their questions that night they led him to a 
cell and said, "Maybe you'll feel more like talking in 
the morning."

*

The sun was shining through the cell bars when he was 
awakened by a burly looking guard and led once more 
into the interrogation room. He was trying to fit all 
the pieces together so that he could answer the 
thousands of questions. Finally he decided that maybe 
they would let him make a statement and he wouldn't 
have to answer so many questions.

"Sir," he said to the lieutenant who was closest to 
him. "I'd like to tell you the whole story, at least 
what I know of the raid and who was involved. It is 
going to sound bizarre, but I swear it's true and I'd 
be willing to take a lie detector test, but first, 
promise me that you will check on my girlfriend, I know 
that she's in danger and she needs help badly!"

"What's her name, son," the policeman asked, his voice 
softening somewhat when he heard the sincerity in the 
young man's voice.

"Christine... Christine Jackson and you can probably 
find her at this address and he gave them the address 
of Price's "house."

"Why, that's the girl who reported the raid to us. It 
was a little late, because we were already there and 
she hung up before we could get much more information 
from her. Sure, we'll check into it right now." He 
turned to a patrolman and told him to dispatch two 
squad cars to that address and pick up the girl if she 
were there.

Feeling a little better, Jimmy began the long involved 
story about how he had run into Christine after looking 
for her at the camp and how he had been introduced to 
Price through her. He wasn't sure how she had become 
involved, but he was sure that she, too, had been 
forced into this racket by someone who had taken 
advantage of her youth and naivete. The police listened 
intently while a steno took down every word he said.

"This is all very interesting, son," the policeman 
said, "but, you realize that, of course we will have to 
check out a few things. You've given us the names of 
the people who were involved. We've been after this 
Price for sometime, and if you'll testify, it may be 
our chance to get him. With your testimony and 
cooperation, maybe we can get you off with a light 
sentence, maybe even a suspended sentence, but you 
realize that when you do this, if you are released, we 
cannot offer you round the clock protection and I'm 
sure that there will be some pretty big men in the 
rackets wanting to see you out of the way."

"I understand," he answered falteringly. "All I want is 
to get out of this mess, even if it means that I have 
to go to jail, but I want to make sure that Christine 
is all right. She isn't strong enough to take this sort 
of thing."

"Can you tell us exactly how your girlfriend is 
involved with this. What does she have to do with the 
gang," they queried.

"I-I-I don't know," he said, and the police knew that 
he was lying, but he just couldn't tell them that she 
was the gang whore, that she was a prostitute. It was 
even hard for him to admit this to himself and he 
couldn't bear the thought of telling these strange men 
when they would be picking her up. He didn't want them 
to treat her like a common streetwalker. She wasn't 
like that, she was still his girl and he wanted to 
protect.

"Listen," the police added, "if you can tell us, we 
will be in a better position to help her and get her 
out, but if you won't go into detail, it will just make 
our job more difficult and we'll find out anyway."

Jimmy just shook his head dejectedly and so the one man 
who had been questioning him said, "Okay, boys, take 
him upstairs for a formal booking and printing and then 
return him to his cell."

They led him down the long corridor and it seemed like 
the longest walk he had ever taken. The walls of the 
jail were painted a sickening yellow and the doors and 
bars were a somber grey. Not a very cheery place, he 
thought. But then, I guess the people who are in here 
are used to a very ugly and somber world so it doesn't 
really matter.

Price had just gone up to Christine's room and was 
screaming at her.

"You called the cops, didn't you. You called them from 
the house!" his voice was hard and menacing as he stood 
above her with a syringe held gingerly in his hand.


"No, no, no, I didn't," she lied, screaming back at him 
while her eyes watched him jiggling the needle in his 
hand. "If you so much as come near me, I'll scream my 
head off."

"What did you do to get Robert out of the way?" he 
demanded.

"He started to get fresh with me and I hit him with a 
pewter ornament. I couldn't stand that beast's filthy 
hands on me and I had to get out. You wouldn't have 
wanted him to hurt me, would you? He was like an animal 
and I had to protect myself. He isn't dead, is he?"

"No, thank Christ," Price snarled, "but he isn't going 
to take too kindly towards you in the future. You had 
better watch your step with him."

His hand was now at her throat and he spit at her, "Why 
did you call the cops, that wasn't very nice of you to 
do."

Her eyes were filled with fear and she was unable to 
answer.

"I didn't do it," she finally stammered. "Honest."

"Well, boys," he said, directing this command to the 
others in the room. "Hold her still, maybe after she 
gets a dose of this she'll change her mind." He lowered 
the needle to her arm and injected just enough heroin 
in her to make her delirious and she began to make 
babbling noises.

The group had just left the room when they heard the 
sirens of the police cars screaming down the street and 
screech to a halt in front of the house. A voice came 
out over a bull horn, "All right, everyone inside come 
out with your hands up, this is a raid!"

The men began to scatter throughout the house and took 
positions at all the windows and a rain of shells began 
to burst in the air as they started to fire at the cars 
outside.

Suddenly a loud crash sounded in the hallway of the 
house and the whole place was being filled with tear 
gas. After a few minutes, the police began to move in 
on the gang as they were coughing and trying to fight 
back the fumes.

Finally, they broke through the front door and in a 
matter of minutes the gang was being rounded up on the 
sidewalk, everyone but Price. The policemen ran through 
the many rooms of the house opening doors when a shot 
rang out and one of the policemen was shot in the leg. 
As he fell he fired a shot and he heard a loud thump as 
a body hit the floor.

He called out, "I've been hit, someone get me out of 
here." Two other police ran to his aid.

As they carried the wounded man to the car, they heard 
a muffled cry coming from the back of the house and one 
man ran back and threw up a door and ran up the stairs 
from where the voice came. When he opened the door he 
saw Christine lying helplessly on the bed, her eyes 
glazed from the drug and babbling something about "I 
didn't do it... honest I didn't."

He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to an 
ambulance that was waiting. They rounded up the rest of 
the gang and piled them into the paddy wagon for the 
short trip downtown.

"Well," the lieutenant said, "it looks as if that young 
fellow was right after all. I owe that young man an 
apology. Make sure his girlfriend is taken good care 
of. We'll need her for a witness too. Okay, let's get 
rolling."

As the wagon sped through the streets of New York, 
Jimmy lay back in his cell and wondered if they had 
found Christine and if everything would be all right.  
He didn't have long to wait before a guard came to get 
him and take him to another conference room in the 
jail.

"Son," the policeman said, "this is a public defender. 
He has heard your statement and he wants to defend you 
and your girlfriend. Besides, he happens to be one of 
the best criminal lawyers in the State and we know him 
very well.  I'm sure that he will be able to work 
something out for you two. You were a big help in 
breaking up one of the largest narcotic rings in the 
country and that will, weigh heavily with the jury." 
The guard walked out and left the two men alone to 
talk.

Several days later, Christine was released from the 
hospital and was allowed to see Jimmy. The police had 
to book her because she had been involved with the 
gang, but when she saw Jimmy standing there through the 
bars with the lawyer next to him, her eyes glistened 
through her tears and she said, "I know that everything 
will be all right. I just know it."

She looked closer to the fresh young schoolgirl that he 
had known several months before. The weight of the 
albatross had been lifted from around her neck and even 
though she was older and quite a bit wiser, she was 
still the same Christine. He reached through the bars 
and clasped her hand and whispered, "I love you and 
I'll always love you."

She walked down that same long yellow hallway that 
Jimmy had walked the day before for her booking, but 
she had a smile on her face even though the tears would 
not stop flowing and she looked at the guard and matron 
and said, "Thank God it's over! Thank God!" And she 
broke into uncontrollable sobs, a wiser and older girl 
than she had been a few short months ago.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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