BB-327  Her Husband's Slave
[aka 'Her Husband's Procurer']
(Larry Mann)


FOREWORD 

There are many forms of sexual slavery-not all attained by force. Some are 
the result of sexual greed, some the result of love. But whatever the 
initial cause, the slavery has an eroding effect on relationships unless 
they change to conform with the new order. 

In this novel, a wife discovers that her husband's impotence can be cured by 
the right stimulus- bondage and erratic sexual behavior that involves 
violence, pain and ecstasy. 

Unfortunately, she doesn't take into account that such behavior can and must 
affect her, too. 

When a woman is subjected to ropes and knots and whips and threats and 
discovers she enjoys it, in fact loves the feel of something strange and 
painful entering her quivering vagina, can she ever be the same again? 

The author of this book asks this exact question in a story of twisted lust 
and strange desires. The answer is what one with a macabre imagination might 
suspect. The power of sex is so great that no individual may expect to 
wholly escape its influence-and when that influence is kinky enough, the 
effect can be no less than earth shaking. Books like this are not 
illustrative of perversion but of human nature. Without people, these things 
depicted here would not take place. And they do. With great frequency. Art 
reflects reality, reality does not reflect art. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Carl Giddins moved his crotch away from his wife's hand. He walked across 
the den and switched on the TV set. 

Louise Giddins felt humiliated and angry. Tears of frustration and hate 
welled up in her eyes. She finished making her drink at the bar, then 
slammed the top down on the ice bucket so hard the vibrations knocked over 
two crystal glasses and broke them. 

"What the fuck you doing, tearing up the place?" Carl said. He sipped his 
drink and watched a sports program appear on the TV screen. 

"Don't speak to me!" his wife almost spat at him. 

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Louise, come over here and sit down. Drink your 
drink. Try to relax!" 

"Oh, shut up, you selfish son of a bitch!" She started to walk out of the 
room, but he jumped up and grabbed her arm, spilling the drink in her hand. 

"Listen, Louise," he said, trying to keep his voice under control, 
"name-calling isn't going to solve a thing. If I'm a selfish son of a bitch 
it's because I don't know what else to be at the present time!" 

"That's a laugh," she said, her anger showing clearly in her voice. "Don't 
tell me you can just suddenly lose all sexual interest in a woman you've 
been making passionate love to for more than seven years! Oh no, Carl 
Giddins, I know you a little too well for that. You've found something else 
to fuck around with, and I won't hear any more horseshit about impotence!" 

He was exasperated, but he still felt that perhaps he could make her 
understand. So far, his efforts had been futile. 

"Louise," he said very gently, "please come over here and talk. Sit down, 
let me fix you another drink. This one got ruined. Please?" 

She shrugged her shoulders and sat on the big sofa. Outside, through the 
glass doors and wall of the den, she could see the wind blowing the ocean 
waves to high peaks. It howled and shook the walls at times. A stormy 
Florida March. 

Carl handed her a drink and sat down beside her, after switching off the TV. 
They drank in silence for a moment. Then Louise put her drink down, covered 
her face with her hands, and burst into tears. 

Carl put his arm around her and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"How could you?" she sobbed. 

He didn't answer. He knew what she was talking about. She had been feeling 
very horny tonight, and their sexual life for the past month had been nil. 
Then, in the den, standing by the bar, she'd suddenly made some joke about 
the size of his cock and had reached out and tried to give it a squeeze. It 
was a prankish gesture that might have stoked his fire in the past. Tonight, 
it only annoyed him. Louise, he felt, should at least try to understand 
about his impotence. He hadn't become that way on purpose! He had pushed her 
hand away from him, feeling irritated, and she wasn't used to any sort of 
rejection of her affections. 

Life, he decided, was most certainly becoming a mess. 

"It's something that will pass, Louise. It'll pass." 

"Not if you won't even try!" she sobbed. 

"It's some kind of phase I'm going through. I'm sure it will all straighten 
itself out." 

She pulled away from him and finished her drink. 

"Are you sure the doctors found nothing wrong with you?" she asked. "You 
aren't lying to me?" 

"They told me I'm physically sound." 

"And there really isn't another woman?" 

"I swear it." 

"Then," she said, "we're just going to have to try a few things out! I'm 
sure I can get you excited again, if you'll just give me a chance! If you 
resist every attempt I make, then the whole thing is useless. We might as 
well give up!" 

"Sweetheart-" Carl began, then stopped. He didn't want to hurt her, but her 
efforts to arouse him in the past month had only turned him off more and 
more. Added to the fear that his impotence would never go away were the 
constant little failures she was inflicting on him nightly. If he ended up 
losing all his confidence-But, she simply didn't understand. 

"Now lie back, Carl. Isn't the fireplace nice? A storm outside, and in here 
just the soft lights from the fire and the little stars in the ceiling. Let 
me switch on some music. Something soft and moody." 

She ran across the room. When she returned, soft music was playing in the 
background. 

"Isn't it romantic, Carl? Just the two of us here in the soft light, 
listening to the music, knowing the storm outside is trying to invade our 
privacy?" She snuggled up to him, and he felt her breasts rubbing against 
his arm. "And my perfume. Do you smell it? Do you know what it is?" 

He shook his head slowly. 

"You bought it for me! Don't you remember? My last birthday? You said it 
made a sexual animal out of you!" 

He nodded without speaking. He was about to be put through another ordeal, 
and he could have slapped her for insisting this way. 

He felt himself being leaned down on the sofa. She made sure he had a pillow 
under his head. 

"Close your eyes, darling!" she whispered excitedly. "I have some surprise 
for you!" 

He closed his eyes and waited. He felt her hands first, unzipping his fly. 
Then she was inside, pulling his cock out, squeezing it. Even soft it was 
large, but soft it was useless to both of them. 

Her mouth cane down on his cock and she began to suck him a little 
frantically. Louise had never learned the first thing about taking it slow 
and easy. In the past it had never been necessary. Now, he felt himself 
begin to shrivel up, getting smaller and smaller the more she worked on him. 

She gave up on the cock after a while and unbuckled his slacks. He raised 
his ass and allowed her to pull them off. Next came his shorts. She didn't 
take his shirt off yet. Instead, she immediately began to rub the lower half 
of his body like she was giving him a massage. 

"Ohhhh-" she whispered, "what a nice, hard, hairy body you have, darling! 
You're so beautiful! Do you know what the sight of your naked body does to 
me? I'll show you!" 

Carl felt his wife take his hand and place it under her skirt, against the 
crotch of her panties. She felt warm and moist. 

"There, you see, darling? When I look at your big cock and balls, and big 
thighs and your beautifully flat tummy and big strong arms-you do this to 
me! You make my pussy yearn to have you inside it! My little blonde pussy 
lips get all tense and they begin to throb and then I get all soaking wet 
and hot down there! My pussy begins to drool for a taste of your big, thick, 
hard-" 

"STOP IT!" he hollered, his voice so loud she jumped back in surprise. His 
arm shot out and he slapped her brutally on the side of the face. 

"YOU LOUSY, DUMB BITCH! BEFORE YOU'RE THROUGH WITH ME, I'LL NEVER GET 
ANOTHER HARD ON IN MY LIFE! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, YOU STUPID CUNT?" 

She stared at him in disbelief. He'd never hit her before! 

"And another thing," he continued to roar at her, "from now on, if there's 
any sex around here I'll be the one to let you know that I'm ready! If you 
don't get off my ass, here's a little preview of what's going to happen to 
you!" 

He yanked her roughly forward by the thin material of her blouse. It 
practically ripped away in his hands, and he pulled it the rest of the way 
off. As fast as a flash, he tied the material around one of her wrists, and 
then forced her arms behind her back and secured her wrists together. 

"Stop it! Stop it!" she began screaming, but he didn't listen to her. Carl 
was acting crazy, completely unlike himself. She realized, even while he 
ripped off her skirt and panties and began to tie her legs together with the 
nylon underwear fabric, that this was not her husband handling her so 
roughly. It was some demon that had taken over his brain. 

He tossed her, nude and trussed like a fowl, onto her stomach. He grabbed 
the belt from his trousers and made a loop of it. 

"STOP! YOU'VE LOST YOUR MIND! STOP, DO YOU HEAR ME?" 

Carl paid no attention to his wife's wailing. His hand shot down, with the 
looped belt in it, and the leather cracked across her white buttocks. 

"Aggghhh!" Louise screamed in pain. She felt as though a hot poker had just 
branded her rump. 

THWANG! The belt descended again. She pushed her face into the soft 
upholstery to stifle her screams. Carl had become a madman! It was her first 
real hint of the emotional strain he'd been undergoing. She should have 
realized that she was pushing him too far! 

WACK! The belt came down again and her shot back in an agonizing yell. 

Oh, please, Carl! Stop now! Please stop!" 

He gave her several more sharp cracks of the belt and her tortured body 
rolled over despite his efforts to hold her down. 

"Stop! Do you want to kill me? I know I've done the wrong things! I realize 
it now! Please, please stop!" 

His hand was raised to strike again, but he lowered it. He stood over her, 
looking down. 

His eyes were sparkling with fire. They were a dark green under his mop of 
sandy-colored, wavy hair. His handsome, square-jawed face looked alive in an 
insane way. She was fascinated by the expression despite her fear and pain. 

Carl's brow was dripping perspiration. His polo shirt clung wetly to his 
chest. He had put a lot of physical energy into beating his wife's ass, and 
she'd feel the results of his trouble every time she sat down for a week. 

Louise noticed the sweat now. She'd never seen him sweat this way. She 
noticed the dark spots in the armpits of his polo shirt, and in the center 
of his chest. Her eyes trailed down farther. He was still nude under the 
shirt, and his brown, bushy pubic hair glistened in the light from the 
fireplace. She looked farther down, and her heart almost stopped beating! 

His cock was standing straight out from his crotch, throbbing and bobbing 
around in the air! The blood-gutted shaft was swelled to the bursting point, 
the veins standing out sharply. The little pee hole at the tip had opened, 
too, in anticipation of freeing a thick load of hot semen. 

Louise's eyes bulged while she stared at his ten-inch dong. It hadn't been 
in this state for over a month. Only minutes ago, before she'd made him so 
angry, she hadn't been able to arouse it with her mouth. It had shriveled 
away from her touch! 

Carl, apparently, had not noticed the state of his manhood. He continued to 
stare at her with his wildly sparkling eyes. Finally, he spoke. 

"That's just a sample of what you'll get in the future." 

He turned around and started to walk out of the room. 

"Carl, wait!" she screamed. "Wait! Don't you see what's happened? Don't you 
see your-?" 

He was gone. The door of the den slammed behind him. She knew he couldn't 
hear her now. She was still tied. Damn him, he didn't have to leave me like 
this! she thought. 

She began to twist her ankles and wrists. He hadn't tied her all that 
securely, and she knew with a bit of effort she would be able to free her 
arms and legs. 

Louise's beaten, abused ass began to rub against the horsehair fabric of the 
sofa cushion. 

The material felt like little pin pricks on her buttocks. The welts he had 
made were starting to rise, and her ass was on fire in seconds. The stinging 
heat of the actual beating was nothing compared to the inferno that was now 
starting to roar in her crotch. It went from her buttocks to her thighs to 
her belly, and, finally, to her vagina. Her cunt lips were on fire and her 
hole was melting! Louise felt a sinking feeling in her bowels and her womb. 
She realized, suddenly, that she was in the throes of passionate sexual 
longing. 

Her pussy began to flow with juice. She was getting wetter and wetter. If it 
didn't stop, she thought, it would come oozing out, and she'd soak the 
cushion beneath her. 

She tossed her head from side to side, making her wavy blonde hair fall 
across her face. 

She felt frantic now to free her hands, to plunge them between her legs. If 
she didn't bring herself off she'd go insane! 

The mental picture of Carl's hard-on intensified her passion. It had been so 
long since she'd seen it that way. What had suddenly worked on him? Did 
anger cause sexual excitement to race through his body? Louise's mind was 
confused by everything that had just happened. 

She knew that he hadn't been hard just before his outbreak. Was the thought 
of punishing her enough to make him horny? Could it have been the sight of 
her tied up and helpless? 

But Carl never went in for kinky kinds of sex-not that she knew about. 

Perhaps it was seeing the red welts his leather belt made on her buttocks 
that finally supplied his loins with the heat they'd been lacking for a 
whole month! 

Louise tried to think of how she must have looked to him, lying there. She 
would have been straining against the bonds. Her body would have been moving 
helplessly under him, and she knew how much he'd always loved her body. 
During their entire marriage they had shared a mutual admiration for one 
another physically that most couples of their age only dream about. 

She would have appeared to be his complete slave when he looked down at her 
and began to use his belt on her ass. He would have known that she was in 
his power, unable to do anything that he didn't want. Forced to suffer any 
punishment he felt like doling out. 

This surely must have caused the hard-on. This, and her tearful pleas for 
him to stop. 

Louise worked her feet out of the nylon panties they'd been tied with. Her 
legs were free, and she was able to cross them and squeeze her thighs 
tightly together. This helped, but it was no guarantee that she could bring 
herself off. She still pulled wildly at her hands, almost cutting her wrists 
in her frenzy to release them. Finally she slid one hand painfully through 
the knot and the battle was over. 

She shot her fingers into her crotch with such force that they fought each 
other for access to the lips of her vagina. They tore in, forcing the lips 
apart, shoving roughly into her hole. 

Her clit got pulled and squeezed and pinched and twirled. Her body began to 
roll from side to side and she almost fell off the sofa several times. 

Ohhhhh, if only he'd have put it in me when it was so nice and hard! she 
thought. Should she rush up to the bedroom now and see if he was still in 
the same condition? No, if he wasn't, he'd only be angry again! As hot and 
wonderful as her ass felt, she didn't want to run the risk of getting his 
belt across it again. Not just yet-not for a little while- Her mind was 
thinking about the belt now, and how hard he had swung it, mercilessly 
cutting into her flesh. She didn't know he could be so brutal. 

Oh, god! Oh, god! It's coming up now! I feel it! It's going to drown me! 
Ohhhhh, come now! 

Come now! I can't wait! 

Her fingers were working inside her hole like a vibrator. Louise began to 
fuck her pussy hard down on her hands. She could have torn herself and she 
wouldn't have cared! 

Anything to speed up the approaching orgasm, to give her inflamed body the 
release it desperately needed! 

Then she howled. Her mouth shot open and her teeth were bared like a mad 
dog's. 

"Uhgh! Uhgh! Ungh! Ahhhhhhhh-!" 

Louise began to convulse against her hands, over and over again. It took 
several minutes before she was calm enough to stop and take her hands away 
from her crotch. She was totally exhausted then. The painful pinprick 
sensation that the sofa caused her rump became too much to bear, and she 
stood up and pulled her clothes back on. Her blouse was in shreds, but she 
needed warmth to walk all the way upstairs. The storm outside had made the 
air damp and chilly. 

She went into the main bedroom first. Carl was on his back, sound asleep. He 
still wore the polo shirt. His cock, she noticed, was completely soft. 

She went into the shower and ran the water just warm enough to be 
comfortable. When it hit her backside she almost cried out. She showered 
quickly and when she dried, she took a look at her injured butt in the 
full-length mirror. It was purple and red and angry looking The sadistic 
bastard! How could it have taken me seven years to find out that he got his 
kicks by tying me up and beating my ass? 

But was it the beating? her mind continued to ask. Or was it seeing her tied 
and helpless that had made him hot? 

Louise had a lot of thinking to do. She slipped into a robe, tiptoed out of 
the bedroom, and went into the guest room to sleep. She wasn't sure how 
she'd react to Carl the next morning, or him to her, so she decided to avoid 
him altogether. 

Lying in bed, trying to forget the discomfort her ass welts were causing 
now, her brain ran riot. There were hundreds of possibilities for exploiting 
Carl's little quirk. 

If she was brave enough! 

Or sadistic herself! 

CHAPTER TWO 

She knew he would be home late the next evening. His business trip to 
Jacksonville had been planned weeks in advance. It was to be the biggest 
contract he'd gotten in his new career as a real-estate developer. She had 
wondered a few times if business worries were a reason for his impotence. 
But no, she decided, he'd certainly been doing well enough. 

Lately, he'd done exceptionally well. 

And he certainly didn't spend money lavishly. He'd always been on the stingy 
side, actually, although they had everything they needed and then some. It 
was his general attitude about money that bothered Louise. Like when he 
embarrassed her by undertipping in restaurants. Her mother hadn't liked 
Carl, and had tried to persuade Louise not to marry him. 

"He's as tight as a crab's ass, Louise. And that's water tight!" her mother 
had said one day. 

Louise had been shocked by the expression at the time, but later, thinking 
about it, she laughed. Also, she knew, it was the absolute truth! 

She had dinner alone. Carl had never responded to her requests for a second 
car. She supposed he wanted to know where she was at all times. Until this 
past month, she hadn't minded too much. But lately she'd felt the need to 
get out and do things on her own. 

Tonight, for instance, she could have driven through the still-raging storm 
to any of a dozen attractive restaurants she knew about. It would have been 
fun-an adventure! But not as big an adventure as she had planned, anyway! 

She knew he's look in the den when he saw she wasn't in the bedroom, 
especially since she planned to leave several lights on. 

The den was a large room. Over it was a sunbathing deck and showers. Where 
the shower-dressing rooms had been built, two large brick columns came down 
into the den, giving the rooms above support and concealing the plumbing 
pipes. 

The columns were about twelve feet apart, on either side of the fireplace. 

Louise had found nylon cord that Carl used for fishing. She cut the 
waistbands from two pairs of her white panties, and with a little careful 
measuring and sewing she was able to create four wider bands to attach at 
one end of four lengths of the cord. 

She tied the cords around the columns first. The ends with the wide straps 
seemed to fall on the floor exactly where she wanted them. 

After dinner, she cleaned up things in the kitchen and went to the den to 
check out her arrangement. It all was still in order. Lighting was a 
problem. The fireplace light was essential to the scene she'd planned, but 
just how much or little of electric light to use took thought and planning. 
She finally had the effect she wanted. Enough light to see by, but only just 
enough. Dark shadows on the walls were important. 

Next, she went upstairs and stripped in the bedroom. She surveyed her body 
carefully. 

With the aid of some creams and ointments, the redness of her ass had 
subsided. Pink lines still showed, where the recent welts had calmed down, 
but she wasn't terribly uncomfortable. If she got a few new ones added to 
the old tonight, she probably wouldn't mind so much. 

She found one of his white handkerchiefs folded neatly in the top drawer of 
his bureau. In her own bureau, she found a silk scarf that was a solid red 
color. It seemed to be the perfect choice. 

She mixed several martinis in the den and downed them, sitting close to the 
fire for warmth. A fresh log was burning, and it was almost time for his car 
to be coming into the driveway. Her nude breasts felt the heat of the fire, 
and she noticed that her nipples were already getting erect. 

After the last martini, she rolled the white handkerchief into a tight ball 
and inserted it in her mouth. She tied the red, silk kerchief over it and 
made a knot at the back of her head. 

She was gagged for sure now, and she wondered if she'd be able to cry out, 
even if she wanted to. 

In seconds, she heard the car! 

She figured she had two minutes at the most. It was plenty of time. She 
stretched out on the soft carpeting between the two posts, in front of the 
fireplace. It took only seconds to tie the nylon bands around her ankles. 
Her wrists were another matter. She had to fasten one of them with the use 
of only her right hand. The other couldn't be tied at all, and she was just 
as glad. By wrapping the strap around her waist and holding onto the cord, 
it looked as though she were completely in bondage, but she had a free hand 
when she needed it. 

She closed her eyes in the dark room and waited. His footsteps were above 
now, in the bedroom. She lost the sound until she heard him just outside the 
door of the den. 

"Louise?" 

She closed her eyes and waited! 

The door of the den opened and his footsteps were heard moving slowly across 
the room. 

She heard him gasp! 

Her eyes were tightly shut, but she assumed the position of someone who had 
fallen into a faint. She was amazed at how easy it was to hold perfectly 
still, and she wondered if her breasts were heaving abnormally, because her 
breathing was coming rather hard and her heart was beating-furiously. 

Carl's breathing was hard, too, only he made no attempt to suppress it. He 
kneeled down alongside her and placed a hand on one of her breasts. She had 
difficulty keeping still. His thumb and forefingers began to squeeze on the 
nipple, pinching it and rolling it. She knew it would be as hard as a 
diamond. She didn't care. It was something she couldn't help. If he realized 
she was awake, he'd have to accept it as part of the game they were playing. 

His hand traveled down from her breasts, ran roughly across her belly, and 
came to rest at the vee of her crotch. Then he ran two fingers brutally into 
her pussy. They shot past the lips of her vagina and tore up into her cunt. 
Her natural lubrications hadn't started yet, and she was dry. She couldn't 
hold back a little cry of pain, and his hand came down and slapped her. Her 
eyes shot open involuntarily. She had a momentary flash of panic! 

Perhaps it had been a mistake to arrange this little scene! 

He was staring directly into her eyes and he saw the fear in them. A cruel 
smile spread across his mouth, and then he spit into her face. 

His saliva hit her cheek and her chin. She realized that he wanted to 
degrade her, and she shuddered slightly. At the same time, her juices began 
to wet the two fingers in her cunt, and she used her vaginal muscles to 
clamp down on them. 

"Keep your mouth shut, baby, or I'll run a knife up there instead of my 
fingers!" he whispered. There was something different about his voice, a 
higher pitch to it. He sounded like a rapist would sound, or a murderer! Her 
heart hammered more wildly than ever. At the same time, she realized that 
she was beginning to squeeze her crotch down onto the probing fingers. He 
tried to get more of them up inside her. 

Carl smiled again. 

"That's more like it," he said. "When I have a slave tied up in my den, I 
expect complete obedience from them. If they obey me, and they're good 
slaves, I let them live! The bad ones you can hear about later. Or you can 
find out for yourself what happens to them!" 

Her mind was being shattered by his words. Where did these ideas come from? 
she wondered. Had Carl actually had experience with women in bondage-women 
tied and at his mercy, the way she was last night? And tonight? 

He grabbed the scarf and ripped it away from her face so fiercely that her 
head snapped up and she thought her neck would break. Then he pulled the 
rolled handkerchief from her mouth. 

"Let's see what you look like, bitch! Let's see if I have a slave tonight 
worth fucking? If you don't measure up, it'll go a little rough on you." 

He stared at her face like he had ever seen it before. 

"Yeah, you're a pretty good looking piece of shit. My wife always brings me 
hone good ones!" 

I always bring him home good ones ? What does he mean? 

"She knows what I like. She knows that if she brings me home beautiful 
slaves to rape and torture, I'll always stay satisfied, and I'll always have 
a hard-on!" 

Louise wondered if what he was saying might be true. 

He stood up then and began to strip. His raincoat, suit jacket and shirt 
were the first to be thrown onto the floor. They made a crumpled pile. Then 
he slipped out of his loafers and socks. He smiled down at her and the 
expression was more mad than ever. His eyes, reflected by the log fie, 
sparkled with that insane glisten they'd had the night before. 

"Your dirty little cunt is itching to see what I have, isn't it, slut? You 
want to know what's getting shoved in there dry, don't you? You're praying 
for a little one, aren't you, you fucking whore? Because you know it's gonna 
hurt. You know that, don't you?" 

He was staring straight at her, so she nodded her head. His smile widened. 

"You might get it stuck in other places, too. 

She shuddered again. Carl was unbuckling his trousers while he talked, and 
now he had them pushed down over his hips. His jockey shorts were bulging, 
the cotton material stretched tightly over the throbbing cock behind it. 
Louise felt almost faint. She knew he was hard again, however, and her body 
began to melt for the sight of it. 

Very slowly, he peeled down the shorts. When the elastic waistband finally 
released the big prick, it shot out and up, bobbing in the air. It looked 
bigger to her than it had ever looked. Bigger even than it had been the 
night before. The veins were larger than she'd even seen them, almost like 
fingers. Ooze was dripping from the slit in the end, and running down on her 
breasts. In seconds, it was a sticky thread that joined their bodies. 

He stepped out of the trousers and shorts and stood completely naked over 
her. His body looked magnificent in the light from the fire, she thought, 
just as she knew hers did. 

Grabbing his cock, he shook it at her. 

"Now you see, bitch? You see what's gonna be shoved down there between your 
legs?" 

She nodded again, and wished he'd go ahead and do it. He squatted down over 
her face and pressed the oozing head of the dick against her lips. 

"Suck it, if you want to get it wet!" 

She pulled her mouth away. 

"Please, could I-" He grabbed her hair in his hand and gave it a hard yank. 
Then he squeezed one of her nipples so hard her eyes filled with tears of 
pain. It felt as though the nipples was going to get ripped off. 

"Please, WHAT?" 

"Please, may I-" He slapped her face hard. 

"SIR! PLEASE SIR! you got that straight, bitch?" 

She nodded, knowing now what he wanted to hear. 

"Please, sir," she said, "could you let your slave have something to drink? 
My mouth is dry from where you tied it and gagged it-" His eyes looked 
puzzled for a moment. "Yeah, I guess maybe I did tie you up. Funny, I 
thought my wife tied you." 

Louise decided not to say anything more to him about the scene she'd set up. 
He evidently thought his wife had brought him a slave to fuck and abuse, and 
she decided to let him think that way. She watched him go to the bar, pour 
ice water into a glass, and bring it back to her. He held her head up while 
she took several long gulps, then he took the glass away from her mouth and 
returned it to the bar. When he came back, he squatted down over her face 
again. His cock once more pressed against her mouth. 

"Now get your mouth open and suck on this. I've had enough of your fucking 
around!" he said. 

She obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. Carl's cock, ten 
inches long when hard, was exceptionally big around. Sometimes she had 
trouble encircling it with her hand. 

Now it began to stretch her lips until they hurt. 

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stormed angrily to the bar again. 
When he came back he was holding a sharp little knife that they usually used 
for cutting lemons for drinks. 

"Now," he said, placing the point of the knife against her throat, only a 
hair's pressure away from cutting her, "if I feel your teeth again, I'll 
slice your throat!" 

Still holding the knife against her, he sank his cock back into her mouth. 
She made sure he didn't feel teeth this time, although the pains she took 
had her jaws aching. She let him press the huge knob all the way back to her 
tonsils. 

"Now swallow!" he growled at her. 

She began to open her throat. The harder he pushed, the harder she tried to 
make room for him. A couple of times he got stuck, but he battered away 
until he had plowed all the way into her gullet. Her air was completely cut 
off, and she felt like she was going to strangle, but she didn't complain. 
The knife tip still encouraged her to perform feats that she didn't realize 
she was capable of. 

He shoved his cock in and out of her throat several times, slamming all the 
way to the bottom on each shove. His big balls slapped her chin when he was 
all the way down. On the last thrust he stayed buried in her throat so long 
she felt herself sinking into a faint, but then he pulled out again and 
allowed her to breathe once more. 

"How'd you like your master's cock in your throat?" he asked her, pressing a 
bit more firmly with the knife. 

"I love it, sir," she answered. "I loved my master's cock in my throat!" 

She could hardly believe that she was saying these things, but she was. And 
what she said next came from her mouth so quickly she couldn't have stopped 
herself if she'd wanted to. After she said it, she wondered why the idea had 
come to her. Had it been in her subconscious mind all along? 

"Sir, your wife said that if you'll fix metal hooks in the floor and ceiling 
close to your bed, she can have slaves tied up for you in your room when you 
want them!" 

Carl's eyes rolled back in his head. He grabbed his big cock and started to 
jerk it. 

"You'll have to leave her ropes and things like that-" Louise continued. 
"Your wife says she'll need anything like that you can find. Chains, 
handcuffs, anything. Even-even whips!" Louise was almost shaking with fear 
while she talked to him and suggested these things. 

"Whips? Chains? Handcuffs?" Carl whispered. "Oh, god!" He began to beat his 
meat even faster, crouched over her. He let the knife drop to the floor. She 
had never seen him so turned on! 

"And dildos and vibrators," Louise continued. "What you don't have, you'll 
have to buy!" 

"Dildos? Vibrators? Ohhhhh, shit!" he yelled. "Agggh!" His fist was a blur 
on his cock. "I'll make sure my wife has all these things! When she gets 
slaves for me, there's nothing I won't be able to do to them! I'll be the 
greatest master of all time! My beautiful slave bitches will crawl on the 
floor to lick my toes! They'll beg me for my cock and when I refuse to give 
it to them they'll beg me to kill them! My slaves will be maniacs when I'm 
through with them!" 

He continued to rant and rave for several minutes. Then he felt himself on 
the verge of coming and he quickly stopped beating his meat. He stared down 
at her with cold eyes now. Louise shuddered. She expected anything at this 
point, and realized that whatever she got she deserved. But, also, she knew 
that his cock was harder than she'd ever seen it. If the bondage game 
restored his potency, it was worth almost any lengths to her that she had to 
travel. 

Carl crouched between her legs and yanked her thighs roughly apart. There 
was just enough extra rope to make this possible. She had measured and cut 
carefully. 

Stars and explosive sounds began to fly through her brain when he rammed his 
cock into her. He had never penetrated her in such a brutal manner before, 
and he felt like he was ripping her apart. She almost tore her free hand 
away from the wristband. Her instinct was to beat him and try to force him 
away from her. Her legs were completely captive, and the nylon cord didn't 
allow her enough room to back away from his invading club. 

"Take it, slut!" he grunted as he began to thrust into her more and more 
deeply. "Take that fucking cock until it comes out your fucking ears!" 

The pole began to warm up her pussy walls then. She felt herself getting 
moist and hotter. 

She almost sighed out in ecstasy, but she knew that to keep him excited she 
would have to pretend she didn't like what he was doing. 

"Oh, stop!" she wailed. "You're tearing me apart! My pussy isn't big enough 
for your big cock. I'm too small! Please! Stop, or you'll kill me!" 

He grabbed her thighs until his fingers hurt her. 

Holding on, he fucked harder and harder into her. He pushed her up the rug 
until the bands around her ankles would not allow her to travel any farther. 
The ropes were pulling at her legs painfully, but still he rammed her harder 
and harder against the straining bonds. 

"It's a good thing you got a hot pussy, slut!" he grunted. "If you didn't 
have a hot pussy, I'd take you apart inch by inch! I'd rip your fucking womb 
out and make you eat it!" 

He was bruising her pussy badly, but Louise loved it. She had never felt him 
so hard and forceful inside her! Her cunt was beginning to melt away around 
him. In minutes, he was fucking into molten lava. 

"Agggh!" he grunted and groaned, pumping so hard his thighs were trembling. 
He was covered with perspiration and she thought again of how little he used 
to sweat when they made love. He had always been a passionate lover, but he 
had never worked himself into such an intense state of physical activity 
before. He was like a wild man, a primitive creature from the jungles, 
performing his fertility rites. 

Louise tried over and over again to conceal the rapture in her face. She 
closed her eyes and made a hard line of her mouth, trying to show as little 
emotion as possible while she worked on her orgasm. It needed very little 
help from her. even without clutching him and massaging him with her pussy, 
the volcano was rumbling inside her, getting ready to erupt. 

"I-I-I'M GONNA CUM INSIDE MY SLAVE!" he grunted, barely able to breathe. She 
could actually see his heart beating against his chest. "YOU-YOU TAKE THAT 
FUCKING CREAM IN YOUR SLAVE HOLE, WHORE!" 

Her womb was floating away from her. Her vagina was as tense as piano wire, 
throbbing and beginning to convulse. She couldn't hold it back any longer. 
Her mouth opened and her scream started, but he didn't hear her. His own 
wild sounds came from his throat at the precise second hers did, and drowned 
her voice out. 

"FUCKING SHIT! GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT! I-UMPH-GAAH! I'M FUCKING 
CUMMM-CUMMM-CUMMMING! GAAGH! GAAAAAGH! TAKE IT, YOU FUCKING SLAVE WHORE! YOU 
MISERABLE, FUCKING SLUT TRAMP WHORE! AHHHHHH!" 

She felt him release jet after jet of hot, creamy fluid. She had never 
noticed him come so hard or in such quantity before. Her earlier fears that 
he had another woman were beginning to fade, but a new worry took over her 
mind, especially since she felt temporarily satisfied in the sexual 
department. Even while her orgasm was receding, she couldn't help but think 
of the measures she'd gone through to excite him. She was sure that he'd 
never "have be- come aroused if she'd used the methods prior to the spanking 
on the sofa. 

He pulled out of her roughly. His cock was dripping with his and her juices. 
Moving up over her mouth, he pressed the slimy head to her lips. 

"Suck it clean!" he barked at her. 

Louise was not in the mood, but she opened her mouth and sucked the juices 
from his cock. Then he pulled out of her mouth and stood up. 

"You just stay there on the floor, bitch! Keep that cum inside you! Make a 
baby with it!" 

"Please! Please untie me!" she begged, pretending to cry. 

He watched her for a moment, laughing. Then he turned around, picked his 
clothes off the floor, and walked out of the den. 

She was able to untie herself quickly. When she was free, she went to the 
bar, fixed herself a strong drink, and took it to the sofa. She'd taken the 
precaution of concealing bedclothes behind the sofa, out of sight. She 
quickly made a comfortable place to sleep, and slipped in between the 
sheets. 

When the drink was finished, she watched the fire until it died out, and 
fell soundly asleep. 

The next morning Louise stayed in the den until she heard his car pull out 
of the drive. 

Then she went upstairs, longing for a shower. She opened the bedroom door 
and gasped! 

On the bed were several leather thongs, suitable for tying people up. There 
were also chains of varying sizes. Four large metal loops had been screwed 
into the ceiling above the bed, and one had been screwed into the floor at 
each corner near the bedposts. She wondered where the chains and leather 
thongs had come from. Probably he'd rummaged around the garage. 

Louise sat on the bed for a long time, thinking. 

One thing was for sure. He hadn't forgotten about last night or the things 
they'd discussed. 

And she realized suddenly that she did not want to be the slave in the types 
of situations she'd suggested to him. She was interested in his restoring 
his manhood, certainly, but she wouldn't be able to satisfy him alone. 

No, she decided, there would have to be other women! 

CHAPTER THREE 

Louise met Carl at the door when he came in the next evening. He kissed her 
warmly. 

"Dinner's on the table," she said. "Want a quick drink?" 

"Yes," he said, "I could use one." He was carrying several packages in a 
paper shopping bag and he dropped them in the living room on a chair. 

"Here," Louise said, handing him a martini, "quench your thirst." 

She poured herself a drink, and they sat silently for a few moments. Each 
seemed hesitant about talking, and she guessed the reason why. He felt 
awkward about bringing up last night. And the night before. So did she. But 
soon it would be time to talk about it, and there'd be no way she could 
avoid it. Not after the day she'd had. 

"Let's have dinner," she said. 

They ate in silence too. When they were finished, she took him back to the 
living room and sat him down in his favorite chair. 

"Carl," she said, "we have to talk a few things over." 

He nodded, content to let her open the conversation. 

"You remember everything that happened last night?" 

It took him a long time to answer her. His face was a jigsaw puzzle of 
various emotions. 

Finally, he spoke. 

"I remember. I only pretended not to know who you were, or why you were 
doing what you did." 

"Then you realize that you need this sort of sex to excite yourself?" 

He nodded again. "Yes. I realized it when I spanked you with my belt. I 
hadn't meant to do that. I don't know what came over me. But, all of a 
sudden, there I was, with the belt in my hand, looking down at your pretty 
little ass, with your hands and feet tied, and I started getting hot! When I 
began to lay the leather on you, I got even hotter! Finally, I stopped, 
because I was afraid I'd make myself come that way. And I knew that wouldn't 
have been fair to you." 

"Why didn't you just fuck me then?" 

"I wanted to. But I pretended I was still angry. Oh, hell, Louise, I was 
confused. I was ashamed of myself, too. I don't know! I just pretended I was 
still angry, and I ran out of the den. I didn't know if you'd noticed my 
erection, but I sort of thought you did. And then-when I came in last 
night-walked into the den-saw you there. I almost came in my pants!" 

She sat closer to him and took his hand. 

"I realized that you were doing it for me, and I loved you very much, but at 
the same time I had the urge to humiliate you, make you feel like my slave- 
I-I guess there's something sick about me!" 

"Possibly," Louise said, "but still, you got sexually excited and so did I!" 

He squeezed her band back. 

"Did you?" 

"Yes, darling. I did. What do you have in those packages?" 

"Can you guess?" 

"Yes, I can guess. You've done a lot of shopping today, haven't you?" 

"I'm almost ashamed to show you all the things I bought!" 

"Don't be silly. Let's go up to the bedroom. I want to see them all. Come 
on, I'll take up drinks for us." 

She quickly poured two more drinks, and he followed her up the stairs, 
carrying the packages. When they got to the bedroom door, she stopped and 
turned around to face him. 

"Carl, darling," she said, "there's just one thing I'd like to ask you." 

"And what's that?" 

"Well-would you mind if it wasn't always me? I mean, if when you play the 
game we played last night, would you be mad if I wasn't always the slave-" 

"I don't understand, Louise. Who else?" 

"Well, darling, remember you saying, 'my wife knows that if she always 
brings me home beautiful slaves to rape and torture, I'll stay satisfied'?" 

"I-yeah, I remember saying something like that. But I thought we were just 
playing-" 

"Look, Carl," Louise cut in. "I think what you said was very important, 
because you will have to have other women under those conditions. I mean, 
there's no way I could stand to be the victim. Not every night. Not as often 
as you might want it." 

He stared at her with a confused expression. 

"And the most important thing, Carl, is that you are satisfied! This way, 
perhaps the urge will wear away. But if we don't go ahead with it, things 
could go back to the way they were before, and I could lose you-we could 
lose each other." 

He smiled and touched her hair. 

"You're so understanding, Louise. I love you so much." 

"Good," she replied, smiling back. "Come on in!" 

She threw open the bedroom door and they went in together. Louise pointed to 
the bed, and Carl dropped the packages to the floor. He almost fell down 
after them. 

"Meet Elsie," Louise said. 

On the bed was a redheaded woman in her twenties. She was completely nude, 
and she was spread-eagled across the mattress, her hands and feet tied 
securely by the same nylon cords Louise had used the night before. The ends 
of the cords were securely fastened to the metal rings screwed into the 
floor around the bed. The woman was wearing the same gag- "Now let's see 
what you brought in the packages," Louise said happily, looking like a child 
about to open a present. 

Louise waited almost fifteen minutes for Carl to come out of the bathroom. 
He wouldn't show her the contents of the packages, telling her he'd "model" 
them instead. She went over to Elsie twice to check the ropes and the gag. 

"Don't be frightened, dear," she said to the woman. The redhead's eyes 
simply looked back at her, wide and horrified. "Things will be all right, if 
you aren't silly about it! He taught me to be a slave, and I ended up loving 
it. I know you'll love it too!" 

Carl came out of the bathroom. Louise was shocked not only by what he was 
wearing, but that he'd have spent so much money on the costume. 

Her husband was standing in only a leather vest, boots, and jock strap. In 
his hand he held a long, thin, whip with a handle. He tossed the paper bag 
onto the floor. 

"There's more stuff in there!" he said to Louise. He walked across the room, 
his hardening cock and his balls swinging, and looked more closely at the 
girl bound on the bed. 

"Where'd you get her?" he asked Louise. 

"She came around selling cosmetics. I gave her some drugged coffee and put 
her car inside the gar-age." 

"Good girl." He handed the whip to Louise. "You might have to use this on 
her!" Then he peeled off the jock strap and, climbing onto the bed, dangled 
his genitals lewdly over the redhead's face. "I'll take off the gag," he 
said, "but if there's one sound out of you you'll wish you'd never been 
born!" 

He untied the gag while the woman stared at him in sheer terror. When it was 
removed, she didn't cry out or make any sound whatsoever. Carl turned to 
Louise. 

"If she doesn't give me a good blow job, use that whip across her legs. Make 
it cut!" 

Elsie's eyes swelled with tears. Her mouth opened to sob and Carl stabbed 
his big dick into the orifice before she had time to make a sound. 

"Owww, yeah, suck on it, you fucking tramp. We'll teach you to come around 
here, peddling a bunch of shit. Suck it good! Ouch! Shit, she bit me!" 

Louise grabbed the handle of the whip firmly. She felt a surge of power 
spread through her body. She knew that she was expected to act now, and she 
liked the feeling. 

The whip cracked down over the bound woman's thighs. The woman screamed and 
Carl pushed his cock deeply into her throat. The scream turned into a 
gagging sound. He held himself inside her until he thought she would have to 
breathe or die, and then he pulled out. 

"I don't think this one's ready to suck cock yet," he said to Louise. "She 
might need a little physical stimulation. Get the biggest dildo you can find 
in that bag!" 

Louise rushed to the paper shopping bag and began to explore the contents. 
There were several rubber dildos of varying sizes. Also a couple of 
vibrators. One of the dildos had little spikes sticking out all over it. It 
seemed to be the largest. She also found a pair of handcuffs and a couple of 
metal objects which she didn't know. And then she saw things that excited 
her more than she ever realized they would. There was a pair of black, 
patent leather boots with spiked heels. They were her size. She picked up 
another leather object and realized it was a pair of women's panties. 
Another piece of leather turned out to be a brassiere. She returned to the 
bed with the spiked dildo. 

"AH, GOD, NO!" Elsie screamed. "PLEASE- I'LL TRY SUCKING YOU AGAIN! DON'T 
KILL ME!" 

The captive seemed to be in real terror. Carl's cock became harder and 
harder while he listened to her pleas. 

"Give her another chance," Louise said. "I want to get into these adorable 
little gifts you brought for me. 

Carl shoved his cock into the woman's mouth once more, and she immediately 
began to gag on it. The more she choked, the harder he pushed. He lodged 
himself completely into her throat, and then her choking sounds were cut 
off. He held himself there until the woman's face turned blue. When he 
pulled out again, she was gasping for air, looking only half conscious. 

Louise quickly stripped her dress and underwear off and threw them into a 
heap on the bedroom floor. The leather panties took a bit of pulling, but 
she finally got them on. She was amused to see a zipper at the crotch. She 
wouldn't have to take them off to fucked or sucked. The brassiere went on 
easily. The boots presented no problem, either. They had long zippers on the 
sides. When she was finished, she looked like an Amazon warrior. 

She strode back to the bed, curling the lash of the whip up and into her 
hand, making it ready to use again. The leather objects on her body seemed 
to make her feel like a completely different person. It was as if she felt 
her identity change. It seemed natural for her and her husband to be dressed 
this way, especially with a luscious captive on the bed, unable to get away, 
just there to satisfy their every whim. "How is she doing?" Louise asked. 
She needs the dildo. She isn't worthy of sucking my cock yet. Oh, I see you 
brought the right one." 

Louise smiled. She put the head of the dildo to her lips and began to make 
it wet. Down farther, her tongue began to slowly lick the stiff little 
spikes. Although they were made of rubber too, they felt hard, like metal. 
She had never used a dildo on herself, and she wondered what it would feel 
like to have the little prongs scraping the walls of her pussy while the 
massive instrument was shoved inside her. 

The dildo was getting wetter and wetter, but Louise knew that she couldn't 
make it wet enough to go in with ease. There was no way the instrument could 
be used without hurting, and it amused her to make this pretense of 
lubricating it. She watched as the bound woman stared at her with terrified 
eyes. Then she held the dildo out to her husband. 

"Here, darling-" 

"Put it in her yourself," he commanded. "If she screams, I'll have to choke 
her with my cock again!" 

"AHHHHH, NO! OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE NO!" the redhead screamed. 

Carl smiled at her. Then he bellowed with laughter. 

"Scream your fucking lungs out. We don't have a neighbor for a mile on each 
side of us. 

Make your throat sore from screaming if you want to. That'll make shoving my 
cock into it even better!" 

Louise climbed up on the bed and kneeled between the other woman's thighs. 
She took her first look at the redhead's legs. They were long and 
exquisitely shaped. She had to admit that her first prisoner was a beauty. 
The entire body was well shaped-lovely, high breasts that flatted very 
little when she was on her back, a small waist, flaring hips and thighs that 
hadn't a trace of fat on them yet. All in all, a good catch. Certainly the 
sort of luscious woman that her husband liked. If she could get this quality 
every time, there would be no trouble at all keeping Carl's interest up. 
Plus his cock!" 

Elsie had a thick growth of red hair on her pussy and in the little vee 
above it. It was almost as red as the hair on her head. There was no 
question that red was her natural color. 

Louise was fascinated by the sight of the pussy lips. She had never looked 
this closely at another woman's cunt before. She knew that her own was 
beautiful to Carl, and to a few men she'd known before she was married, but 
she'd never examined another one. She reached out and spread the girl's 
pussy lips with her thumbs. The flesh beneath them was pink, almost red. 
Almost as red as the whip mark that traced a thin line across the tops of 
her thighs below. 

The woman on the bed made no sound when the tip of the dildo began to squirm 
its way into her hole, pressing between her cunt lips and stretching them. 
Louise was taking it slow. She wanted the other woman to feel every little 
sensation. She wondered how it would feel if it was being pushed into her 
own cunt. She was especially curious about the spikes. In a moment, she 
would know just how much pain they caused. 

Carl had backed away. His attention was suddenly riveted to the sight of his 
wife's body in her leather garb. The black panties were more exciting to him 
than if she'd been nude, and his cock was oozing long threads of clear, 
sticky juice. Louise looked like a woman who could demand obedience from any 
man or woman. He seemed to be looking at her for the first time. 

Louise was a strong woman, and her wrist tensed when she began to shove more 
of the dildo into Elsie. 

Elsie's eyes shot open as big and round as saucers. 

UGH! OWW! NO! IT'S STARTING TO HURT! PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T! OWWWWW, YOU'LL 
TEAR MY PUSSY!" 

Louise smiled and shoved deeper, hoping that she could really give the 
redhead something to scream about. The dildo was at least twelve inches 
long, and with the spikes, it looked as big around as her own forearm. She 
began to twist the rubber object from side to side as she continued to press 
it deeply into the bound woman's snatch. 

"EEEAAAOOOWWWWW!" Elsie screamed, louder than ever. 

Louise howled in triumph! Not only was she causing the woman she tortured 
sensations that she had never experienced, but she herself was beginning to 
imagine the giant object in her own cunt. With each thrust of her wrist, she 
was able to feel Elsie's pain and agony. 

But she knew that there would be another feeling, too. She knew that there 
would be an exquisite pleasure in the pain. And she wished she could be 
shoving one into herself at the same time she worked on the other woman. 

With each cry that Elsie made, Louise felt her pussy getting hotter and 
hotter! She shoved three fingers of her left hand into her cunt, while her 
right hand continued to hold the dildo. 

Elsie had started to thrash from side to side in a futile effort to escape 
the invading monster. The redhead's hips began to buck into the air, but 
this only enabled Louise to shove deeper and deeper. 

"GAAAAAGH! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" 

"Tear her pussy inside out!" Carl said. Then he walked over and shoved the 
head of his cock into Louise's mouth. Louise sucked it in greedily. There 
was nothing she wanted more at this moment than to feel Carl's hot cum 
spurting into her throat while she fingered herself to an orgasm and raped 
the captive with the torturous dildo. 

Louise began to shove another finger into her cunt. Then her thumb. She 
began to strain in an effort to get her entire hand inside. The more roughly 
she used herself, the more brutally the dildo tore into the pussy of her 
victim. She had a thought then that pushed her completely over the edge. 

My victim? Carl's victim? In just two days this has come about? Carl and I, 
the masters of a bound captive! Carl and I slave masters? Me as Carl's 
slave? Could Carl be my slave? 

My captive? 

Louise screamed out her climax against her husband's cock. The contractions 
of her throat muscles pushed him over the edge, and he began to shoot enough 
cream into her throat to drown her. 

Louise swallowed, gagged, swallowed, choked, and kept swallowing. Her hand 
was tearing at her pussy and the dildo she held was ripping in and out of 
the redhead viciously. 

Finally, the two leather-clad masters pulled away from each other. Louise 
brought her hand out of her cunt and wiped his cream from her lips and chin. 
Her fingers were soaking with her wet juices, juices that only come with a 
massive orgasm. 

Then she pulled the dildo slowly out of Elsie, who had appeared to have 
fainted. Louise was fascinated by the sight of it, almost pulling the 
redhead's pussy walls inside out as it appeared. Louise looked suddenly 
puzzled. 

The dildo had the same heavy cunt juices! An orgasm? 

She looked down at Elsie. "You liked it, didn't you?" 

Elsie smiled back. 

"Yes," she sighed. "That was groovy! I've been wanting somebody to do that 
to me for a long time. I never dreamed it would really happen! Owww, let's 
get it on again! Right now! 

Oh, let's really get it on!" 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Louise and Elsie sat waiting, impatiently, for the girl to arrive. They were 
amazed that they'd gotten such a quick response to the ad they put in the 
paper. Louise had used her own telephone number, asking for calls from any 
girls interested in taking a job as a live-in maid. The very day the ad 
appeared several telephone calls had come in, but only one seemed worth 
following up. The girl who inquired said she was twenty-one, an Irish alien 
who was trying to find a permanent home and support for herself and her 
younger sister, and was "a hard worker." 

Louise checked with Elsie, and Elsie gave her the nod. 

"Come right over. I'll pay for a taxi," Louise had said. 

"You don't mind my hanging around here for a while, do you?" Elsie said, 
fixing herself and Louise a drink. 

"Of course not," Louise answered. "You can live here permanently. We have 
two guest rooms. What about your job?" 

"That!" Elsie laughed, taking a gulp of her drink. "I was doing it for fun. 
I really don't need money. What I was out after was-don't laugh- adventure!" 

"You've certainly given Carl and me a few adventures these past three days," 
Louise said, drinking from her own glass. 

The doorbell rang, and both women jumped to their feet. 

Louise opened the door and welcomed in a girl so pretty she was almost 
unreal. Her hair was also red but, unlike Elsie's, so dark it was almost 
auburn. Her skin was as white as snow, without a single freckle, like Elsie 
had. Her eyes were a dark green that looked aqua-colored in certain lights 
and stared with the intensity of a cat's. 

"Muriel Higgins is my name, Mum," the girl said. 

Louise noticed the high, full breasts, the narrow waist, the curve of the 
plump little hips, the tiny ankles under a father long, full skirt. 

"I'm so glad to meet you, Muriel," Louise said. "Put your bag down, dear, 
and have a nice cup of coffee before we talk business!" 

Muriel woke from the drugged coffee in a state of complete confusion. Her 
hands and feet were tied, and she was lying on her back on what seemed like 
an exercise mat of some sort. The two women who had welcomed her into the 
house were standing over her, completely naked, and between them was a man 
in almost the same condition! 

Then Muriel realized that she was not wearing clothes either! Her face 
blushed a bright scarlet and she wanted to die from the embarrassment and 
humiliation! 

They were in the den. The room had undergone extensive revisions, although 
Carl complained from time to time about the money he was spending. 

A steel bar had been secured between the two brick columns, about seven feet 
from the floor. Metal rings had been placed on the columns at strategic 
locations, and others were fastened to the floor. A leather bench had been 
added to the room, as well as additional costuming items-eye masks, an 
outfit for Elsie similar to Louise's, an executioner's mask. 

Carl was in the executioner's mask, and it completely covered his head. 
There were holes for his eyes and a zippered slit for his mouth. He was 
wearing that and his boots, and nothing else. 

"This the new maid?" he asked, when Muriel regained consciousness. 

"Yes," Elsie and Louise replied together. Carl walked over and crouched down 
beside the terrified girl. He began pinching and squeezing her body from 
head to toe, like a meat inspector looking over a whole prime cow. His rough 
fingers left dark prints on the girl's white skin everywhere he touched. 

Once, when he squeezed the nipples of her firm breasts, she cried out in 
pain. 

"Please, sir," she said, "I only wanted to get a job serving. If you'll let 
me go now, I promise I won't " bother you again." 

Carl laughed behind the mask "You serve all right, my girl. Won't she?" He 
directed the last question at Louise and Elsie. 

"Oh, that she will," Louise said. She was wearing her leather bra and 
panties. "She'll be a better servant than she ever dreamed she could be!" 

Elsie laughed cruelly. 

"Tie her to the bar!" Carl snapped at the standing women. 

Louise and Elsie unfastened the new girl's hands from where they were 
secured to the floor and yanked her to her feet. They stood on little stools 
to throw the nylon cords over the bar and tie them there. Muriel's hands 
were held high now, her arms stretched over her head as far as they would 
go. 

Carl walked around and around the girl, appraising her body. 

"Get me the belt!" he snarled at Elsie. Elsie handed him a wide leather 
belt. Car quickly doubled it, walked behind the trussed-up girl, and brought 
the leather sharply across her buttocks. 

THWACK! Muriel gave out a shriek, half from pain and half from fear. 

"I think," Carl said, "if we get her little ass good and red, she won't 
notice too much when I stick my dick in it!" 

Muriel howled then. 

"No! No, please, sir. Saints preserve me! Don't do it to me that way, or 
I'll die! I always heard it would kill me!" 

Carl laughed, and brought the belt down again. 

"What the fuck do I care? If you want to die, then die!" 

Louise walked over to Muriel and talked into her ear. 

"Listen, you wanted a job, didn't you?" 

"Oh, yes, Mum," the girl whimpered. 

"Then just do what we want, and you'll have one. A permanent one. And it 
won't be half as bad as you might think!" 

"I'll-I'll try to stand it, Mum. I got no place to go if you don't take me 
in here!" 

THWACK! THWANG! THWANG! The belt descended again and again. 

Muriel bravely fought back the tears until Carl gave up on beating her ass. 
When he was finished, he stood back and surveyed his work. 

"That's nice! Oww, I like to see those red welts on that pretty little white 
ass! Yeah! That makes me want to plow into that tight little hole more than 
ever!" 

Muriel's ass was on fire, and Louise knew how she felt. Louise, herself, had 
tasted the sting of Carl's belt just days before. She knew how hot the Irish 
girl's crotch would become soon, and how ready she'd be for anything the 
three of them wanted to do with her. 

Carl's cock was raging hard. He moved in behind the girl and pressed the big 
head between the ass-cheeks. 

Muriel's eyes grew wide and she seemed on the verge of panic. 

"It's a good-paying job, Muriel," Louise said. "You'll be able to have 
everything you and your sister need!" 

Carl gave a vicious shove and buried half his cock, dry, into the girl's 
asshole. Muriel could not suppress a scream then, hard as she tried. Her 
face fell forward onto Louise's shoulder. 

"Gaaagh, Mum!" she gasped through her tears. 

"I'll die from it! I know I'll die from it! Oh, saints preserve me!" 

Louise decided she'd have to try to break the girl from using that 
irritating expression. But that could wait. Right now, it was still too 
early to see if Muriel would work out as part of the household. But she had 
passed the first test, anyway. She had given Carl an erection, and a mammoth 
one at that! 

The cock was going into the bound girl's ass without the benefit of 
lubrication. Louise felt a little sorry about that. When she produced the 
dildo she planned to use, the second largest one, and a smooth, shiny rubber 
beauty, she made sure the end was smeared liberally with petroleum jelly. 

Muriel was gasping and mumbling incoherent little words. They sounded like a 
prayer, but she continued to let the man behind her fuck her bum with no 
further protest. When he shoved too brutally, tears streamed down her 
cheeks, but she didn't cry out. Then she saw the size of the instrument 
Louise was about to stick between her legs from the front, and she panicked 
again. 

"NO! NO! OH, MY GOD! SAVE ME! SAVE ME!" 

Louise was annoyed. She brought the head of the dildo up between Muriel's 
thighs, made sure it was positioned at the right place, and began to shove 
it in as hard as she could. 

The pussy was open enough to accept it, but the girl screamed like a stuck 
pig. 

Her body twisted helplessly against the binds, and she seemed to lose all 
control. 

"AAAGGHHH! STOP IT! STOP IT!" 

Louise pulled the dildo roughly out of her cunt. 

"Alright, I'll stop it. We'll let you go now, and you can wonder where your 
next meal will come from!" 

The girl's expression was a plea for mercy. 

"Please let me go! But-but if you need a maid, I'd be ever so grateful for 
the job-" 

"Then you'll do what we say. Do you have that straight?" 

"Yes-yes, Mum." 

Louise stabbed in again with the dildo. Carl could feel it rub his cock on 
the other side of the thin wall that separated Muriel's pussy from her 
rectum. The stimulation almost took him over the edge. Fucking ass was 
something he hadn't had many opportunities to do, and he was determined to 
make the most of this one, especially since it would probably end up costing 
him a great deal of money. But if hiring a maid was necessary- Louise and 
Carl both fucked Muriel brutally now. Elsie sat on the bearskin rug, which 
had been pulled out of the way, and watched. She had never seen anything so 
exciting in all her life! This was the sort of scene she'd hoped to stumble 
upon when she took the cosmetics selling job. She ran her fingers over her 
breasts slowly while she watched, and pinched the nipples until she felt the 
first twinges of pain. 

"Oh, fuck her!" Elsie whispered to Louise and Carl. "Both of you fuck her at 
the same time! 

That's right! Plow her ass and her pussy until she can't walk! Show her what 
a real fuck is like!" 

Elsie reached down and began to play with her cunt. She squeezed and pinched 
her clit over and over, until her groin was on fire. Then she let her 
fingers slide into her already wet hole. They soaked there for a few 
seconds, and then she began moving them in and out, trying to match Louise's 
and Carl's strokes into the captive girl. She thought about herself being in 
this situation with them since her arrival. First, her. Then Louise had been 
the slave, and was forced to satisfy her and Carl with her mouth. On their 
third party, Carl had even allowed himself to be tied down while the two 
women abused him and made him respond to their commands, but more work 
needed to be done in that department before the handsome, brown-haired man 
would be a willing, submissive slave. 

Now this Irish beauty was tied before Elsie's eyes, being ravished by a man 
and a woman at the same time, taking a giant cock in her ass and a giant 
dildo in her pussy. It was almost more than Elsie's oversexed senses could 
take. She felt wave after wave of minor orgasms wrack her body, building up 
to the big one. 

Louise looked over at Elsie. 

"Please, dear, use the spiked one on me! I don't think I could manage both!" 

Elsie jumped to her feet, went to the supply shelf, and took the dildo that 
Louise had used on her on her first night. She patted a bit of lubrication 
on the end, but she knew how this pussy-wrecker felt when it got inside, and 
she also knew that no amount of lubrication on earth could stop it from 
hurting. But Louise wanted it, and that was half the battle. 

Elsie knelt down in front of Louise. While the blonde woman continued to 
rape the bound girl, Elsie shoved forward and started to separate the golden 
pussy hairs with the head of the spiked terror. 

Louise grunted once when she felt the spikes begin to scrape up into her 
walls, but her cunt was so hot now she didn't care if she got ripped from 
asshole to elbow! 

"Shove harder!" she commanded Elsie. 

Well, she's wearing the uniform tonight, not me! Elsie thought. She shoved 
the mean-looking object about three quarters of the way in. 

Louise stifled a scream. She separated her thighs and gave Elsie more room 
to probe. "Look at you, you sniveling coward!" she hissed at the tortured 
Muriel. "I'm getting something shoved inside me that would kill you, and I'm 
not complaining! Take that!" 

Louise slammed the dildo all the way inside the bound girl's pussy. Her arm 
and wrist began hammering away while it was up to the hilt. She knew the big 
rubber device was stretching Muriel's womb, and that the cock in the girl's 
ass was bruising her rectum. 

Elsie was fired by Louise's words. She also began to use the spiked dildo 
with new energy. Everybody but her was getting something big shoved into 
their holes. Her fingers no longer seemed adequate. 

"Wait!" Elsie cried, jumping from the floor and leaving the spiked dildo 
hanging from Louise's cunt. She ran across the room, found a twelve-inch 
vibrator among the supplies, and returned. "Now we can all play," she said, 
smiling up at Louise. She went back to working the dildo into Louise, but 
she pushed the vibrator, with the motor running, up inside her own pussy. 

Muriel was still moaning constantly, but there was a new sound coming from 
her throat. It was less agonized and more frantic. Yes, Louise and Elsie and 
Carl decided at once, the sounds were taking on the character of sexual 
excitement! 

Louise noticed that Muriel's pussy seemed to be opening up. The dildo was 
slipping in and out effortlessly now, and it was getting soaked with juices. 
They were the same juices that Louise and Elsie knew how to identify with no 
trouble. Hot pussy juice was hot pussy juice! 

"Little Miss Innocent is getting as hot as a warthog," Elsie said, listening 
to Muriel's groans. 

"Her cunt's soaking!" Louise panted back. "Look at the way she's smearing up 
this dildo!" 

"You're doing the same thing to this one, my dear," Elsie replied. "She's 
trying to squeeze my cock off with her butt," Carl said. He fucked in and 
out of Muriel's rectum like a piston, holding the girl's hips tightly in his 
hands to steady her. 

Louise couldn't take the little spikes inside her pussy another second. They 
had a much greater ability to stimulate her than she'd realized they would. 

"UNGH! UNGH! UHHHH, AHHHHH! I'M GOING TO-I'M GOING TO-" Louise's voice 
collapsed into a shrill scream of ecstasy, and Elsie felt the spiked dildo 
being clutched so hard it almost flew out of her hand. She knew that Louise 
was climaxing violently. 

"Keep fucking her pussy!" Elsie shouted at Louise. She took the dildo with 
the spikes out of Louise's cunt and the vibrator out of her own. Then she 
ran around and crouched behind Carl. 

"You men! All you ever do is stick your pricks into women's holes. How'd you 
like to feel what it's like?" 

Carl didn't quite understand what was going to happen until he felt Elsie 
separate his asscheeks and insert the tip of the vibrator, which was still 
running, between them. He was so close to his own orgasm that he couldn't 
stop fucking long enough to halt the invasion of his rectum. A tearing pain 
shot through his body at the same time that his load began to splash the 
rectal walls of the bound girl. 

"AHHHHHHHH!" 

" AHHHHHHHH!" 

Muriel's and Carl's voices made a duet. The other two women would have had a 
hard time deciding which sound was louder! 

Louise felt Muriel clamp down on the rubber object in her pussy and hold it 
there while her body convulsed. Carl held the girl tightly around the waist 
and let every last drop of his load jet into her tail, then he pulled out 
his dripping pole and checked it for blood. There was none. 

Louise heard Elsie scream then. She looked around and saw her new friend 
rolling from side to side on the floor behind Carl. The dildo with the 
spikes was almost completely buried in her cunt, and she was frantically 
trying to push even more into herself while she brought herself to a massive 
orgasm. 

Then, all was quiet in the den. Carl and Elsie untied Muriel's hands and 
Louise untied her feet. They had to help the girl walk to the sofa, so weak 
were her legs. After a little effort, they sat her down, "Get her a drink, 
Carl," Louise said. "She looks pale." 

Carl returned with brandy, and Muriel accepted it and drank it down. She 
asked for another one, and Carl returned to the bar. 

"How'd I do, Mum?" Muriel asked Louise. "Will you be giving me the job?" 

"You did fine, Muriel. And the job is yours, if you want it." 

"Owww, that's nice," Muriel said, stretching back on the sofa. "Do you mind 
if I rest before I start my first duties?" 

"Of course not," Louise said. Carl came back with another brandy and they 
gave it to Muriel, who downed it immediately. 

"How much is this 'maid service' going to cost me?" Carl asked. 

"Who cares? Louise said, looking a bit annoyed. "Whatever it costs, it'll be 
worth it. Right, Muriel?" 

"Yes," Muriel said, "I'm a very good worker, Mum." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Mr. Lockhart seemed nervous at first. He undressed by himself in the den, 
then sat down on the sofa and sipped his drink. Carl Giddins had told him it 
would only be a few minutes. 

He couldn't remember exactly how the conversation had started, or what he'd 
said to let Carl know what his particular preferences were where sex was 
concerned. He was only amazed at how quickly the real-estate developer had 
responded. 

"Why, Mr. Lockhart," Carl had said at the business lunch, "we might 
accomplish more today than clinching a housing deal. Of course, it'll cost 
you, but I can arrange to have the women come to my house-" One thing had 
led to another. And here he was, in Carl Giddins' house, waiting for "the 
women." He shivered slightly, but the room wasn't really chilly. Even 
winters in Florida were mild, and the heat from the fireplace took the 
dampness out of the room. But expectation of the unknown sent shivers up his 
spine like a snowball. 

Then the door to the den opened and Louise and Elsie walked in, followed by 
Muriel. All three women were scantily dressed. 

Louise and Elsie wore little leather eye masks, leather panties and bras. 
They both sported black, spiked-heeled, patent leather boots, and they 
carried whips. Muriel wore a tiny apron, with ruffles around the edges. She 
had a maid's cap pinned to the top of her head, and she walked in 
high-heeled shoes. Except for these items, she was nude. 

Then Carl, also nude, followed the three women. He hadn't bothered putting 
on any of his slave-master garb, because he wasn't really interested in 
playing that scene tonight. 

Watching his wife and the others would give him all the stimulation he'd 
need. His cock was already beginning to fluff out. He had given the women 
instructions, and one of them was that Louise wasn't to tell Mr. Lockhart 
they were married. As far as the visitor was concerned, nobody but Carl was 
a resident of the household. 

Mr. Lockhart hadn't expected three women. His eyes darted from one to the 
other, and his cock started to get hard. He was a middle-aged man, but his 
body was athletic-looking and he hadn't let it go to pot. Except for his 
balding brown hair, he could have passed for ten years younger. His great 
tragedy was that almost all the women he met were interested in having 
conventional sex with him, and so few were willing to give him what he 
wanted most in the whole world! 

The experience was new to Louise, but she was thrilled by it in a way she 
really didn't expect to be! 

"This is the man?" she asked Carl, assuming a German accent. 

"Yes, Madam," Carl replied. 

Louise thought Carl was being just a bit theatrical with the "madam" bit, 
but she let it ride. 

She walked over to the seated Mr. Lockhart, spread her legs wide apart, and 
smiled at him with a cruel expression. 

"Get on your knees!" she said, softly but emphatically. 

Mr. Lockhart put down his drink and dropped to his knees in front of her. 

"Stick out your tongue! Louise commanded. 

The man stuck out his tongue. 

Louise approached slowly, unzipping the slit at the crotch of her panties at 
the same time. 

Her blonde cunt hairs protruded through the leather opening, and when she 
pulled the flap farther apart, the lips of her vagina also showed. Saliva 
began to form in the kneeling man's mouth, but he kept his tongue stuck 
straight out, waiting. 

Louise moved up to within a foot of his mouth, guiding her pussy so that it 
was on a level with his head. Then she stood perfectly still. 

Lockhart, unable to take any more suspense, leaned forward. Louise slapped 
his face so hard the air rang with the sound. 

"Don't move!" she hissed. "Stay the way I told you!" 

He froze again in his previous position, his tongue still aimed at her 
crotch, his eyes staring at the blonde lips. 

Louise moved in until she was inches away, then an inch, then his tongue was 
almost touching. His eyes closed and he waited for his mouth to at last 
taste ecstasy. But the woman denied him the final touch. 

"You want to lick my pussy?" she asked. 

His eyes stared up at her, pleading. 

"Then first lick my boots!" 

A shudder ran through Mr. Lockhart's hairy body. The torture, he knew, 
whether psychological or physical, would be exquisite at the hands of this 
magnificent, accomplished woman. He kneeled all the way down, his face 
almost touching the floor, and began to lick the toe of her left boot. 

"Lick harder, swine!" Louise hissed at him. "If you don't lick harder it 
won't be my pussy you'll taste! It will be my whip!" 

Lockhart began to lick the toe of the boot until the polish was beginning to 
dull. Then the boot kicked the side of his head hard enough to cause pain. 

"The other one now!" 

He went to the other boot and licked that one too. His mouth went all over 
the leather shoe-front, back, sides-he was making loud slurping sounds in an 
effort to please the dominant woman. 

Suddenly, he felt something being snapped around his neck. He looked up at 
Louise questioningly. 

"Don't worry about that," she said, "it's only a dog collar. And a leash. 
That's right," she said to Elsie, "fasten him securely. Now lead him over 
here." 

Louise walked to the leather bench between the brick columns. She sat on the 
edge and spread her legs wide apart. Mr. Lockhart could see the pussy lips 
separate through the opening in the leather panties. The pink flesh 
glistened in the light from the fireplace. 

"Crawl on your hands and knees, you cunt-sniffing dog!" Louise snapped at 
him. 

Elsie led the man over, and he walked on all fours like she'd told him to, 
the soul of obedience. Muriel, watching in fascination, noticed that his 
cock was sticking straight out, so hard it barely bobbed up and down while 
he crawled. He had a big cock, and heavy, fat balls. 

Mr. Lockhart's leash was pulled roughly just as his face reached Louise's 
blonde pussy. 

His head was jerked back before his tongue could make contact with the 
puffy, hairy lips. 

"Bark for it!" Louise demanded. 

"Yap! Yap!" Mr. Lockhart said. 

"You sound like a little poodle, you disgusting thing! Bark like a big dog!" 

He got confused. "Grrrrrt-rrr!" he said. 

"Oh, so you're going to growl at me, are you?" Louise nodded to Elsie. 
Elsie's whip came down hard on the man's back. Before she pulled it away a 
long, red welt was rising. He almost fell face down from the pain, but he 
fought back his cry. 

Louise noticed the tears spring to his eyes. She also saw him still waiting, 
on all fours, for just one taste of her delicious cunt. Now the power of her 
position was making her hot. 

She wanted his tongue in her cunt. It was the first time she had ever let 
her husband see her perform sex, other than the dildo fucks she'd practiced 
with Elsie and Muriel, and this gave her a feeling of elation too. 

"WOOF! WOOF!" Mr. Lockhart barked loudly. 

"That's better, Louise said. "You may lick my cunt now, dog! But be 
careful-if you get me in heat, you'll suffer the consequences! I don't allow 
mongrels to get me in heat!" 

He shot his face into her crotch without waiting for another grant of 
permission. His tongue was starved for a taste of her, and it shot straight 
into her hole, licking everything it could find. Then he began to lick up 
and down between the lips in long, steady strokes. He pulled her clitoris 
between his lips and worried the tip of the erect flesh with his teeth. In 
minutes, Louise was groaning. 

"SWINE!" she screamed, pulling away from him. "Look what you've done to me! 
Look at the condition of my pussy. The lips are open and throbbing! The hole 
is drooling with my juices! I warned you what would happen if you weren't 
careful!" She nodded to Elsie, and the whip came down on his back again, 
harder this time. He let out a cry. 

Carl, standing on the side of the room with Muriel, was pulling his cock 
now, unable to keep from stimulating himself while he watched the exciting 
scene by the fireplace. 

"Get down here and suck this!" he said to the new maid. Muriel dropped to 
her knees and took his meat into her mouth like an expert. She sucked like 
an expert, too, and Carl began to wonder if she had been as innocent as she 
pretended. 

Mr. Lockhart began to sob now, unable to hold back. The whip was a 
professional one, and it genuinely hurt him. At the same time, he had 
trouble holding back. His cock was throbbing wildly, and he knew he could 
shoot off and spoil everything prematurely. He'd made quite a large 
financial agreement with Carl, and he wanted to get his money's worth. 

He'd been used this way in every part of the country at one time or another, 
and he knew what value was to be expected for the number of dollars laid 
out. He figured by now his back was bleeding. If his ass was in the same 
condition when he left, the money would be well spent. 

Elsie, on signal from Louise, stopped beating the man's back. Louise got off 
the bench and told Elsie to take her place. She went to the supply shelf and 
returned with a large leather paddle. 

"Take her zipper down with your teeth!" Louise snarled at the visitor. "I'm 
going to paddle your ass until you do! The longer you take, the more 
blistered your backside will be!" 

Mr. Lockhart nuzzled his face between Elsie's thighs just as the paddle 
landed for the first blow. The stinging sensation was so bad that he lost 
his breath and couldn't concentrate on his task, but the next blow cleared 
his head. He didn't want to work too fast, but he didn't want the beating to 
go on until he was forced to come prematurely. 

Louise, crouching behind Lockhart, glanced across the room at Carl and 
Muriel. Muriel seemed to be doing a good job of sucking Carl's big cock, and 
Louise was still gratified to see the way he was able to get it up again. 
Any amount of effort was a small price to pay, she thought, for her 
husband's virility. She didn't allow herself to think, for the moment, of 
how much she was enjoying these games, too! 

The paddle came down again and again, harder and harder. Lockhart's ass was 
flaming red before he even got his teeth on the little metal tab. He tried 
to pull the zipper down, but it didn't want to move. He pulled harder, 
afraid he'd chip a tooth, but still the zipper wouldn't budge. Elsie didn't 
seem inclined to give him any help, and at the same time a shower of heavy 
blows from the leather paddle was raining down on his buttocks. 

Louise watched while welts rose on the mart's ass-cheeks. Some of them were 
turning a purple color. In a moment, there would be little pinpoints of 
blood, but she called upon all her strength to keep the paddle active. She 
noticed, finally, that he had Elsie's zipper pulled down a couple of inches. 
A few red hairs were beginning to peek through the opening, promising a view 
of the lovely cunt if he could stand the torture his behind was taking long 
enough to unfasten the entire slit. 

Lockhart knew that he could have the slit open any time he wanted to now. He 
pretended to struggle with the rest of the zipper until he knew that two or 
three more paddles across his ass would push him over the brink. Then he 
unzipped the crotch of Elsie's leather panties the rest of the way and 
backed off. The paddle stopped, and Louise was glad. Her arm was beginning 
to ache painfully, and she could only guess at how sore it would be the next 
day. 

Louise grabbed Lockhart's collar by the leash and pulled the man back onto 
the floor, making him lie flat down on his tortured back and buttocks. She 
stepped on the leash near the place where it joined the collar, pinning his 
head tightly to the floor. 

"Give the dog a taste now," she said to Elsie. 

Elsie squatted over the man's face and slowly began to sink down. Before her 
crotch had descended six inches his tongue was out, eager to gobble and suck 
at her snatch. He was having trouble deciding whose pussy was more 
beautiful, the redhead's or the blonde's. 

Of course, he hadn't really had a good look at the little maid's. She'd been 
too busy sucking off Carl Giddins, and was still at it. Her slurps were 
easily heard across the room. 

Elsie's cunt reached his mouth and the fire reached his back and buttocks at 
the same time. Both were exquisite to him! The combination of female sexual 
odors and pain was the nearest thing to heaven he could ever remember having 
on earth. Elsie sat down hard on his face, which he was grateful for, even 
if he was having trouble breathing. It enabled him to eat her deeply without 
using his hands to pry her apart and pull her into him. He had been warned 
by the blonde not to touch anybody unless he was instructed to. The blonde 
must have been the leader of this sadistic little ring. Carl had been 
reluctant to give out any information concerning these women, or their true 
identities, but Lockhart figured that at a later date, another thousand 
could get him a few addresses and telephone numbers. Hell, he thought, for 
that amount he'd been led off on wild goose chases! This was the real thing! 

"Ahhh!" Elsie sighed, when the man's tongue began to agitate her pussy like 
a vibrator. 

"He eats good!" 

Louise remembered the same treatment and she agreed. 

"Perhaps it's time for his reward," she said. She was glad she had taken the 
time that day to finish her latest piece of equipment, an addition to the 
den parties that she knew would be appreciated by anybody interested in 
"specialties." 

Louise quickly went to the large draperies at the end of the room, which 
were pulled shut across the glass wall, and fished behind them. She came 
away with a small canvas folding cot, light enough to carry under one arm. 
Then she spread the cot out in front of the fire. A hole had been cut in the 
canvas the size of an orange, exactly in the center. 

"Get off his face and blindfold him," Louise said to Elsie. Elsie quickly 
pulled her pussy away from Lockhart's sucking mouth and produced a black 
cotton kerchief from inside her brassiere. 

She tied the material around the man's eyes and she and Louise led him to 
the cot. They placed him down on his stomach and tied his arms and feet to 
the four wooden legs. Then they tied him around the waist, looping the rope 
they used under the cot and all the way around. When they were finished, 
Lockhart was a total prisoner. His cock and balls stabbed through the hole 
in the canvas and hung below. 

"Now," Louise said, "there are three women in this room. You can call them 
The Redhead, The Blonde, and The Maid.' It will be your job to guess whose 
mouth is sucking you from under the cot. If you guess wrong, you'll get the 
whip across your freshly paddled ass!" 

Lockhart shuddered. He was thrilled beyond belief by the game they were 
about to play. 

"And if I guess right?" he asked. 

"Then you can tie down the woman of your choice, and eat her pussy through 
the hole while the rest of us continue the game." 

Louise was under the cot before he realized she wasn't still standing over 
him. She sucked his big cock into her mouth. 

'The redhead!" 

THWACK! The whip descended painfully and Muriel was summoned to take her 
place. 

Carl had been on the verge of shooting, and he held his cock tightly, trying 
to hold back his load. Muriel took the man's cock into her mouth. 

"The redhead this time! I know it is!" 

THWACK! He almost cried out from the pain, and a trickle of blood formed on 
one cheek of his ass. Elsie was under the cot in a flash, taking the fat 
dick in her throat. 

"The blonde!" Lockhart shouted. THWACK! 

The third blow had been too much. Lockhart spurted his juice with a loud cry 
and the cum gushed into Elsie's throat. The redhead swallowed it up like a 
trouper. Carl just had time to get Muriel back to her knees before he burst 
his own dam, and gave the maid a torrent of hot juice which she had 
difficulty swallowing. 

Lockhart was untied and the blindfold was taken off. He smiled at the whole 
party. 

"Wow!" he said. "This has been a night to remember!" 

Louise smiled at him. 

"We're so glad we had a chance to meet you," she said. And she was sincere. 
Never in her wildest dreams did she realize she could assume the role of a 
dominant sadist. It was like finding out she was born with a talent for 
great acting! She felt excited and exhilarated by the experience. "But 
there's one more thing we must insist you do. It's a guessing game. If you 
guess wrong on the first try, you have another duty to perform before you 
leave. Agreed to?" 

"Yes." 

"Which one of us swallowed your load?" 

Lockhart thought for a moment. "The maid!" 

"You're wrong," Louise said. She peeled off her panties and instructed Elsie 
to do the same. "Come ladies, everybody on the sofa, side by side. You too," 
she said to Muriel. 

When the three women were seated with their legs spread, the pussies gaping, 
Louise wiggled her tongue and laughed. 

Lockhart crawled toward them on hands and knees. 

CHAPTER SIX 

"Hello?" Louise said, answering the telephone. 

"This is Mike Lockhart. I-I visited last night. Is this Mrs. Giddins?" 

Louise smiled. "No, Mr. Lockhart, this is the blonde woman you saw last 
night." 

"Oh, hi!" The man's voice grew warmer. "I-I don't know what kind of 
financial deal you have worked out with Carl-" 

"Financial deal?" 

"Uh-yeah. But I wanted him to know that I'd in- vest another thousand for 
one more evening like last night." 

"A thousand?" 

"Well-yes. That's what Carl said the evening would cost, and that's what I 
paid him. I thought you knew. If it isn't enough-" 

"The price was satisfactory, Mr. Lockhart. I'll tell you what, the girls and 
I have a little party arranged for Carl this evening, but for three hundred 
dollars we could have it fixed for you to watch what we do unobserved." 

"REALLY?" Mike Lockhart loved peeking almost as much as he loved doing. The 
price she suggested was a bargain in his estimation. "Swell! What time do I 
come?" 

"Seven o'clock." Louise knew Carl would be home at eight. 

"I'll see you then." Mike Lockhart hung up. 

The dirty bastard! Louise thought. He charged that man! A thousand dollars! 
And he didn't even offer me half! 

The man who installed the one-way mirror was just leaving. Louise checked 
his work. She walked into the large closet under the staircase. With the 
help of a couple of chairs and a smoking stand, it was a comfortable place 
to sit and peek into the den. The mirror in the den was over the bar, and it 
looked exactly like the one that had been there before. From that vantage 
point, all the activity in front of the fireplace could be observed. Mr. 
Lockhart would have quite a show! 

Carl had a quick bite of leftovers and joined Louise, Elsie and Muriel in 
the den. Mike Lockhart had been comfortably settled in the closet with 
cigarettes and drink mixings. He was told to wait until the fun started, 
because nothing had been planned in advance. What he saw would be 
spontaneous. He liked the idea, and the women were careful to give him 
plenty to hold his attention until the real action started. Louise, at one 
point, had walked directly over to the bar and lowered her slacks. She wore 
no underwear, and she spent a full five minutes masturbating her pussy in 
full view of the man on the other side of the wall. 

When Carl joined the group, the girls were trying on some new leather garb. 

"Now what the fuck you been spending money on?" Carl asked. It was a good 
thing, Louise thought, that Mr. Lockhart couldn't hear as well as see. She 
shrugged her shoulders. 

"We had to outfit Muriel. She simply had nothing to wear." 

"Do you know what all these leather items cost?" 

"No," Louise answered. "I just called the store, had them delivered, and 
told them to send you a bill." 

"Listen, Louise, this can't go on. I'm not making it too well financially. 
For one thing, all this sex activity has kept me from some of my business 
matters, and business isn't too good at that-" The girls had been rehearsed. 
Louise had told them exactly what she wanted them to do. 

At the moment, Muriel, dressed only in patent leather boots, black stockings 
and garter belt, was sneaking up behind Carl. She had a large rope, looped 
like a lasso. 

"So we'd all better get practical about the amount of money that's being-" 
Carl's words were cut short. Muriel threw the lasso over his head and had it 
pulled tightly around his shoulders before he knew what hit him. Elsie 
snapped handcuffs on his wrists, and Louise helped the other two throw him 
to the floor and hold him there. 

Louise longed to tell him what she knew about his business deal with 
Lockhart, but she decided, instead, to let him wonder just why she treated 
him the way she planned to do tonight. 

"You'll have to cut his shirt off," Louise said. "I'll remove his trousers 
and everything before we tie his legs." 

"What the fuck is this?" Carl asked. He was more surprised than anything 
else. 

The three women began to strip him completely. Muriel got the little sharp 
knife off the bar and cut off his shirt, while Elsie held him down. Louise 
re- moved his trousers and shorts and shoes and socks. Then she took a thin 
leather thong and secured his feet together expertly, although he kicked and 
made it difficult for her. 

"Come on now, the three of you! Cut the shit! What the fuck you doing?" 

"Let's get him properly tied up!" Louise said. 

"Like shit you will. Get those goddamned things off me, you bitch!" 

Louise smiled at the other two women. 

"Well, girls, it looks like we'll have to make him a bit submissive before 
we can start having any fun. Right?" 

"Right," the other two agreed. 

"Get the paddle, Elsie!" 

Elsie came back with the leather paddle that Louise had used so effectively 
on the man who was watching the scene now with great interest, his face 
pushed close to the one-way mirror. The three women turned Carl onto his 
stomach, and they half dragged him to the area in front of the fireplace. 
The cheeks of his muscular ass shone in the flickering light. 

"Owwwwww-" Muriel said, "-I wouldn't know whether to beat it or bite a hunk 
out of it, it's so pretty!" 

"Yes," Louise said, "my husband does have a sweet little backside, as the 
saying goes." 

Then she swung the paddle down with all her might and cracked one of his 
muscular asscheeks sharply. A blister appeared immediately. Mike Lockhart 
got an immediate erection, imagining himself in Carl's position. 

Carl cried out loudly when the paddle hit him. He hadn't even regained his 
breath when the second blow came down, harder than the first. Louise's arm 
was still sore from the beating she had given Lockhart the night before. She 
turned the paddle over to Muriel, who was from strong, healthy, peasant 
stock. The girl crouched behind the prostrate man in her stockings and 
garter belt. She seemed especially delighted to pay him back for beating her 
so severely. 

Louise leaned close to Carl's ear. 

"Look at it this way, darling. Until now you've only handed it out. You 
can't possibly know what it feels like until you've experienced it yourself. 
After tonight, you'll be able to enjoy your role as master even more, 
knowing how every stinging blow feels to your back and ass-how you make the 
other person feel." 

"Dry up, you bitch!" he spat at her. Then, "OWWWWWWW!" 

Muriel was laying the leather on vigorously. Each blow to her boss's 
backside seemed to get more furious. His ass was as red as an apple now, and 
several large welts had begun to appear. 

Carl was forced, finally, to bite his lips so hard they bled. He managed not 
to cry out from the blows, but the pain made his head shoot up each time, 
and tears were streaming down his cheeks. 

"UGH!" he muttered finally. "STOP-STOP-GODDAMN-STOP!" 

Muriel left off the paddling and the three women turned him onto his back. 
He howled when his ass hit the scratchy carpeting beneath him "Feel good, 
darling?" Louise asked. "Feel the fire?" 

"BITCH!" he spat at her. His handcuffed wrists under him were beginning to 
hurt. His brow was sweating. 

"But, darling-" Louise said, "look at your erection!" 

It was true. Carl had a hard-on, and the women knew he couldn't have minded 
the beating all that much. 

"Owwwww, how pretty!" Muriel cried. She bent over and began to suck Carl's 
thick pole into her mouth. In seconds it was buried deeply into her throat. 

Elsie quickly donned black stockings and garter belt and spiked-heeled 
shoes. Her outfit was a replica of Muriel's. She stood over Carl and looked 
straight down at him, her legs straddling his head. 

"Are you ready to be a submissive slave now, or do you want a taste of the 
whip?" 

There was something in her voice that meant business. He didn't feel 
inclined to make jokes or rude remarks. 

Louise greased up the twelve-inch vibrator and managed to shove it into 
Carl's ass. He screamed once or twice, but she paid no attention to him. 
When the monster was buried all the way in his rectum, with the motor 
running, she smiled. 

"Keep that in there, darling. If you let it come out, we'll replace it with 
the spiked dildo!" 

His eyes looked terrified for the first time. 

"Now, darling," Louise said, "we know you didn't have time to eat dessert 
tonight, so we arranged a little something as a surprise." Elsie had already 
opened a can of chocolate syrup. She held a small china plate under her 
crotch and squatted over it. Then she began to pour the syrup over her red 
pussy lips until the hairs were coated and dripping. The remainder of the 
syrup fell on the plate, and she set it aside. 

"I-if you could tie my hands another way, I'll be a good slave. These cuffs 
are cutting me!" 

"Go ahead," Louise said. 

They hauled him to a place where they could spread-eagle his body between 
the metal loops that were screwed into the floor. After his legs were 
fastened to the nylon cords, they removed his handcuffs and tied his arms 
out in a similar way. The carpeting still bit into his sensitive asscheeks, 
but his arms were more comfortable. 

"Come, Elsie," Louise said, "give him his dessert. Lick it all up, darling, 
or we'll be forced to beat you into a greater state of submission!" 

Louise's voice was both friendly and cold. Carl had heard her talk this way 
recently, but her remarks had never been directed at him. She sent a tiny 
shiver up his spine. 

Elsie straddled Carl's head once more. He looked up at the chocolate-covered 
pussy above him. A drop of the syrup dripped onto his chin. Another fell on 
the top of his nose, near his eye. The pussy began to slowly descend. 
Several more drops fell, but they landed in his mouth. The pussy was zeroing 
in on target: He opened his mouth wide and tried to get all the syrup 
inside, but it didn't work. Elsie's cunt pressed down hard on his face. Some 
of the syrup smeared his chin, his nose, his cheeks. He began to lap at it 
greedily, anxious to get all of it licked off so that he could taste the 
wet, warm flesh beneath. Before he had a chance to do this, Elsie stood up 
again and straddled his face. 

Muriel held the little dish under Elsie's crotch while more of the syrup was 
applied to the cunt lips. When the pussy was dripping again, Elsie moved 
down and lowered herself over his erect pole. She sank down and buried the 
cock to the hilt. 

"My, darling," Louise said, "you're becoming a chocolate mess! Let's get a 
rubber sheet under you." 

Louise and Muriel managed to slide the sheet under Carl, and Elsie didn't 
miss a stroke on his pole while the operation went on. Then they began to 
pour the syrup from the plate all over their bodies. They rubbed it over 
each other's breasts, across their stomachs, down their thighs. They smeared 
it on each other's nipples, buttocks, then onto their vaginas. 

Finally they made streaks of the goo on their faces. When they were done 
Louise looked at Carl and smiled. 

"See what a lovely dessert you're going to have tonight, dear? You'll never 
be untied until you've cleaned the three of us up completely. That naughty 
Muriel, I think she just put some of it into her asshole!" Louise shrieked 
with laughter, but Carl wasn't too amused. 

In a short while, Elsie came off his cock. She felt him on the verge of 
coming, and she wanted to forestall that happening for a while. 

The base of Carl's cock, his pubic hair and balls were covered with the 
sticky mess. 

Louise untied his legs from the spread-eagled position and bound them 
together again around the ankles. Next, his arms were untied and once more 
placed in the handcuffs, behind. A collar and leash were snapped around his 
neck. 

"In case you try to get away, dear, we can always pull you back by your own 
leash. Now I want you to get on your knees. You'll have to bend over us, be- 
cause you won't be able to use your arms for support. If you fall, you'll be 
beaten unmercifully and tied up overnight! When the three of us lie down, 
you will go from one to the other, on your knees, and you won't stop until 
you've licked every inch of our bodies clean. Do you understand?" 

Carl couldn't believe his ears, but he decided that it was useless to argue. 
Louise had a real animal fire in her tonight. 

The women hauled him to his knees. They had stripped out of their stockings 
by this time, and they were completely naked except for the streaks of 
chocolate syrup that covered large areas of their bodies. They helped 
themselves to more of it from the can, and made sure that there would be 
plenty to be licked off their breasts, cunts, and backsides. Then they lay 
side by side, and Carl went to work. It took him almost forty minutes to 
finish Muriel, because she had gone overboard with the syrup. She'd even put 
it between her toes, and under her arms and a few drops in her hair, close 
to her neck. 

Elsie wasn't quite so thoroughly covered, but she had poured a lot of it 
between her asscheeks, and Carl seemed to find more and more the longer he 
licked. When she was completely clean, he went to Louise. Louise had seemed 
to be a cinch at first. He licked her clean in twenty minutes, and his neck 
felt like it was going to break, but the job was done. 

Or so he thought. 

"Darling," Louise said, spreading her thighs, "I don't suppose you noticed 
me put about a cup of the stuff up my pussy with that little squirt can, did 
you?" 

Carl groaned. He could have killed her at this moment. However, the vibrator 
in his ass was still massaging his prostate until he was nearly crazy with 
desire, and he was sure they'd let him get satisfied when their cruel little 
joke was over. 

Mike Lockhart had removed his trousers now. He was whacking off while he 
continued to look at the scene through the one-way mirror. His appetite was 
suddenly primed for chocolate! 

Carl bent down to Louise's pussy. When he stabbed in, he found that she was 
telling the truth. Gob after gob of the sweet, sticky fluid began to gush 
into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it each time so that he'd be able to 
take more. 

"You're not finished until your tongue is completely clean!" Louise snapped 
at him. "Eat it good!" 

Muriel and Elsie had taken dildos, and were having a mutual masturbation 
while they watched. They knew that Louise wouldn't be able to take that much 
cuntlapping without shooting her rocks, and they were right. In minutes, the 
blonde woman began to groan and sob, her eyes shut and her mouth open. Carl 
continued to lick deeply into her pussy. 

The chocolate was gone now, but he was finding other tastes that he couldn't 
seem to get enough of. His ass and cock were on fire! 

"AAAGGGHHH!" Louise finally groaned. She yanked his hair and began to fuck 
furiously into his face, making him lick until her orgasm was over. 

Elsie was the next to groan, and she collapsed on the floor with her dildo 
shoved completely inside her pussy. Muriel was not far behind. 

"Saints preserve me!" she screamed when she came. 

The room settled into calm once more. Carl was lying down, his eyes shut, 
his cock still raging hard, exhausted. Louise attached a length of cord 
between the handcuffs and the ankle bindings. She pulled it tight, and 
forced his legs backward. He was literally hog-tied. 

Then she fastened a pair of leather briefs around his groin. She had to push 
his cock flat against his stomach to make them snap. 

"That'll hold the vibrator in, darling," she said. "It has a new battery, so 
it should buzz away for hours and hours." 

"You said you'd untie me!" Carl almost screamed. If nothing else, he wanted 
to masturbate himself off. 

"So we will, darling," Louise said. "When we go to bed. In a few hours. 
Don't be so impatient, dear!" 

"I'll kill you!" 

"You'll be one against three, darling. We don't kill so easy as all that. 
Come, ladies, let's take showers upstairs!" 

When Mike Lockhart came out of the closet-viewing room, he apologized. 
"There's cum all over the glass. "I-I just couldn't help where I shot it!" 

"That's perfectly all right," Louise said. "Part of the service. Oh, by the 
way-" 

"Yes?" 

"Mr. Giddins just told me that my friends and I can use his house any day 
until he arrives home from work. His wife isn't living here at the present." 

"Is that so?" 

"Yes. And I was just wondering, Mr. Lockhart, if you might know of men-" 

"Plenty of them-just let me make contacts. I'll let you know." 

"Wonderful!" Louise said. "Our rates are high, of course, but we can provide 
specialties that I'm sure you'll find worth the price." 

"The men I know can afford high-priced specialties! I'll keep in touch!" 

Louise let him out, smiled to herself, and ran upstairs for a shower. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Muriel Higgins was really earning her share of the profits that day. She was 
tied, standing up, with her arms over her head and fastened to the metal bar 
above. Jamie Bottomley, a close friend of Mike Lockhart's was fucking her in 
the ass, and Al Huber, a friend of Jamie's, was in her cunt at the same 
time. Each time the men pulled away to prime themselves for another brutal 
thrust, thin red welts could be seen across Muriel's breasts and buttocks. 

Mike Lockhart was on the leather workbench, chained down, on his stomach. 
Elsie, who had just led him around the room on the dog dollar, kicking his 
bare buttocks with the toe of her patent-leather boot, was now administering 
lashes to his back with a whip. The man was squirming. His ass began to move 
around in little circles, and finally he cried out. 

"You're makin' me cum! Awww, fucking shit! Shit! Shit!" 

Elsie untied him, and, still holding the dog collar by the leash, yanked him 
off the bench and showed him a puddle of sticky slime that he'd left there. 

"Lick that off, you miserable dog!" she screamed at him. 

Mike Lockhart bent forward obediently and began to lick his own seminal 
discharge from the leather bench. 

Louise felt proud of her girls. In two short weeks, they'd built up a truly 
fantastic business by using the den during Carl's working hours. At the 
moment, she was sprawled on the sofa, wearing only her black leather boots. 
The man on his knees in front of her turned her on in a way that few men had 
done in the past. He was a big man, powerfully built, with muscles rippling 
across his shoulders, back, chest, thighs-Louise would have guessed that he 
was a prizefighter, but he seemed to be a successful businessman, judging 
from the conservative clothes he wore. She knew good tailoring when she saw 
it. 

His hair was jet black, and wavy, like feathers. She stared at his hair, 
feeling an urge to grab it and yank it roughly while he ate her. 

Suddenly, the door of the den opened! 

Louise almost fainted from the shock, but she found herself quite 
speechless. In the doorway was Miss Baldwin-Nina Baldwin! What on earth was 
Carl's secretary doing in the house? In the den? Louise jumped up and stared 
at the girl in horror. 

Nina Baldwin took in the scene in one sweeping glance. Her face turned a 
bright scarlet. 

She was a trim young girl of twenty, and her light brown hair fell in soft 
waves across her shoulders. She wore a simple beige dress with a skirt that 
ended just above her knees, showing a pair of shapely, slender legs. Jamie 
Bottomley almost yanked his cock out of Muriel's ass when he saw her. 

"Hey, strip off and get with it!" he hollered over. 

"Mrs.-" Nina started to say, but Louise put her fingers to her lips and 
silenced the girl. 

She walked quickly over and took Nina by the arm. 

"Let's step outside the den," she said. The, closed the door when they 
reached the hallway. 

"Mrs. Giddins, what on earth-?!" 

"What on earth, indeed, Nina! What on earth are you doing bursting in here 
unannounced?" 

"I-I was in Jacksonville this morning, and Mr. Giddins told me to drop these 
papers here on my way back. He said you'd be home, and I saw several cars 
parked outside, so I kept ringing the bell, and when nobody answered I 
noticed that the door was open, and I heard music coming from the den, and 
-" The girl broke off, close to tears. Obviously, she felt worse about 
walking in on the scene than Louise did about seeing her. 

"Well, since you did barge in, there's nothing I can do about it. Except 
that I might as well level with you. What you saw in that room is something 
that Carl doesn't know anything about. Oh, he more or less got the whole 
thing going, but he doesn't know things go on here when he's at work-" 

"I don't understand." 

"No, and it's hard to explain. Listen, Nina, there's only one way I can be 
sure you'll keep your mouth shut, because those men in there think we're all 
professional-professional-well, slaves and masters and that sort of thing. 
You understand?" 

Nina's Baldwin's eyes filled with tears. "That's horrible!" she cried. 

"Is it? Well, let me tell you what we're going to do. We're going back in 
there and those men are going to use you in any way they see fit! You'll be 
well paid for your services, and I'll make sure that you're paid before 
witnesses, so if you ever try to blab about this to anyone, you'll be 
implicated as much as the rest of us! I swear I'll destroy your reputation 
in this town." 

"I'll scream!" the girl said, backing away. Louise grabbed her arm in a firm 
grip. 

"And I'll tell them that you were instructed to scream!" 

"Oh, please, no!" 

"And if I hear you call me 'Mrs. Giddins' in there, I'll see it goes twice 
as hard on you!" 

Nina tried to pull away, but Louise was stronger. She half walked, half 
dragged the girl back into the den. 

"Here she is, boys!" Louise shouted. "Our newest member. She was recommended 
by one of the best houses in the East. She's fantastic, but she comes high. 
Can you afford it?" 

The men in the room gave a cheer. 

"She'll take anything you can hand out, and she'll put on a performance so 
convincing you'll think she's for real. Go ahead. Take her!" Louise gave 
Nina a mighty shove, and the girl fell onto the floor near the sofa. 

The man with the black hair was on her in an instant. He grabbed her around 
the ankles and held them while be began pulling off her shoes. 

Jamie Bottomley and Al Huber pulled out of Muriel, front and rear, and left 
her tied where she was while they rushed to the scene. They held Nina down 
while they began to unzip her dress. 

"STOP IT! DO YOU HEAR ME, STOP IT. I'LL HAVE YOU ALL ARRESTED!" 

Jamie Bottomley slapped her roughly across the face. Nina looked at him with 
a frightened, horrified, expression, and then she began to scream loudly. 
Louise walked over and stuffed the toe of her boot in the girl's mouth. Nina 
stopped screaming. The dress was removed, and Carl's secretary was clad only 
in neat white cotton panties, and a white cotton bra. 

"Sufferin' shit!" Al Huber cried out. "She looks like a fuckin' cheerleader! 
Holy motherfuck!" 

He began to jerk his cock, slimy with Muriel's juices. "Let's get her peeled 
the rest of the way!" 

Jamie yanked Nina's panties down her legs roughly. The girl kicked her legs, 
but the black-haired man held them firmly. His name was Stanley Riggs, and 
he knew who Nina was, even if Nina didn't recognize him. He was the 
brother-in-law of Carl Giddins' boss, Hubert Poole, and he'd seen Nina in 
Carl's office several times. Stanley, as a matter of fact, was finding the 
afternoon highly enjoyable. Lockhart hadn't known about the connection when 
he'd invited him, and Stanley was amused at the way Carl's wife, Louise, was 
concealing her identity. He knew he'd take special pleasure in seeing Carl 
at business lunches and knowing that he'd eaten between Louise's legs- 
fucked her. 

Nina's brassiere was removed then, and she was completely nude. She burst 
into tears of embarrassment, but the people around her only gave her credit 
for being a good actress. 

Yeah, Mike Lockhart thought, she's good enough to work in the best houses, 
all right. 

These gals are no amateurs! Although Lockhart had had business dealings with 
Carl, he'd never been in his office and didn't know what his secretary 
looked like. 

Jamie Bottomley bent over Nina's cunt and began to bury his face in it just 
when Lockhart and Elsie left off their games and joined the onlookers. 
Nobody remembered to untie Muriel. 

"Eat her snatch out good!" Al Huber leered. "Eat that little cheerleaders 
snatch out good!" 

He was a reasonably good looking man. Lockhart had promised Louise that he 
wouldn't give her number to any repulsive-looking people. He continued to 
watch while he beat his meat. Suddenly, he had a better idea. 

"Suck it!" he ordered Nina, straddling her face. "Open your mouth and suck 
it good!" 

Nina's heart was pounding with fear! She was afraid she'd suddenly been 
thrown into an asylum of the insane. She didn't know what to expect, with 
all the whips and boots and chains and masks lying around. She opened her 
mouth and let Al Huber push his thick cock into her throat. 

"Lift her legs up and push them back!" Jamie said to Stan Riggs. Stanley did 
as he was asked. When Nina's legs were pushed all the way back, her knees 
pressed into her lovely young breasts, Jamie dipped his face down and began 
to run his tongue around the little pink pucker of her asshole. . Nina 
groaned against Huber's cock despite herself. She had never felt a sensation 
like it. Her pussy began to burn and she couldn't stop the sensation. 

All the naked bodies around her began to do things to her brain, and she 
started sucking the cock in her mouth like it would be her last chance to 
enjoy a little fun. 

Jamie went back to her pussy and found a couple of changes. The lips of the 
vagina had tensed and were opening up, revealing the pink, soft flesh 
underneath. Her clit was throbbing, and he began to suck and bite it, 
causing the girl to groan even louder. He could feel the heat rising up from 
her snatch, and he realized that all these women, professionals or not, had 
perfect orgasms when they performed. Perhaps this was what made them so 
high-priced! 

Stan held Nina's legs farther apart, and Jamie started to crawl into the 
saddle. It was a pleasure to see Carl's secretary used this way. He wondered 
how Louise would keep the girl from talking later-or if it mattered to her! 

When Jamie's cock began to press into the now-burning pussy, Nina panicked 
and pulled Huber's cock out of her mouth. 

"NO! DON'T FUCK ME! PLEASE! I'M VERY SMALL DOWN THERE! I HAVE TO BE 
CAREFUL!" 

Louise roared with laughter. It might be true, she thought, but she'd 
suspected more than once that her husband had fucked Nina. And if she could 
take Carl's fat ten, she could afford to be stretched another inch or so by 
the prick that was sliding into her hole at the moment. 

"She's a tight bitch, at that!" Jamie Bottomley grunted. "Shit, I don't know 
how you girls do it! All professional ladies, so to speak. All of you got 
the sweetest, freshest, prettiest little pussies I ever saw in my life!" He 
gave a mighty ram and tore into Nina to the hilt. She screamed so loud that 
Al Huber put his cock back into her throat to silence her. 

Louise laughed. 

"We know how to keep it tight and snappy!" she said lightly. "And Nina here 
is the master. 

Or should I say mistress?" She laughed again. 

Stanley Riggs couldn't get over the way Louise Giddins was pulling it off. 
He marveled at the coolness with which she pretended to be a professional 
prostitute. He wondered if all the rest were talented amateurs, too. Of 
course, he knew he was aiding and abetting the rape of Nina Baldwin, no 
matter what the others believed. His cock was as stiff as a board, and he 
motioned for Louise to come over and take care of it. 

Louise lay on her back and scooted under Stanley's crouching thighs. She 
began to tickle his balls with the tip of her tongue, and then she let her 
lips slide up his rod, tasting the clean masculine aroma as she went. By 
moving one arm above her head, she was also able to slide her hand between 
the cheeks of Jamie Bottomley's ass, and she stabbed into his little 
puckered hole with a finger. 

"GAAAGGHHH!" Jamie bellowed. He began to fuck Nina more brutally, not even 
aware of her strangled screams, her throat completely plugged with cock. 

Muriel, still tied to the overhead bar, began to press her thighs together. 
She was watching the scene on the floor and moaning with delight. Everything 
that was being done to Nina she imagined being done to her. The tongue in 
her cunt, her asshole, the cock in her mouth, the cock in her pussy. She had 
stopped calling for the others to untie her. They'd only ignored her anyway. 
For the moment, she was content to masturbate herself in the only way 
possible. 

Mike Lockhart crouched down and raised Louise's legs high in the air. Her 
pussy was open and waiting. He lined up the head of his cock and shoved in. 
When he reached the back wall, he motioned for Elsie to stand in front of 
him so he could eat her snatch. He was more grateful to this redhead than 
any woman in the room. She had beat his ass to bloody shreds on the leather 
table, and she'd worked his back over pretty good too. Never had a woman 
beat him more mercilessly, and he began to worship at her pussy as though it 
were a shrine. 

Suddenly, Nina's legs flew from Stanley Riggs' hands. She immediately 
wrapped them over Jamie Bottomley's back, and there was no longer any need 
to pretend. She began bucking her hips up to meet the man's every thrust, 
and had abandoned the pretenses of not liking what she was doing. Her loud 
slurping sounds on Al Huber's cock began to fill the room, making every 
person perform more frantically than ever. 

Lockhart began to alternate between Louise's pussy and asshole. He stabbed 
twice into each orifice, going back and forth with a speed that had him 
sweating like a bull. He pushed his tongue all the way into Elsie's hole and 
he would have buried his entire head up there if there'd been room. 

Elsie's legs began to tremble and Lockhart had to hold her around the ass to 
keep her from falling. She let out a loud shriek and he felt her pussy begin 
to convulse against his tongue. 

Watching Elsie get it off pushed Muriel over the edge too. The girl ground 
her thighs together in an agonized manner, and her body slumped in a 
position of pain and delirious rapture. She groaned loudly, but nobody was 
paying any attention to her. 

Lockhart finally shot off in Louise's ass. She felt the hot jets splash her 
bowels and the stimulation was enough to bring about her own climax, 
especially with the handsome Stanley's cock in her throat. Stanley began to 
come at the exact same time that Louise did, and she felt gratified that he 
was so responsive to her orgasm. 

The room was filled with the loud moans of the coming participants. Muriel 
was hanging limply and sobbing, her climax had been so gigantic after the 
double-fuck she'd been getting just before Nina's appearance. 

Jamie Bottomley began to grunt over Nina now. He was fucking her so hard she 
was being pushed an inch at a time across the floor. 

"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Jamie grunted loudly. He took his shoot-offs seriously, 
and he would have killed the first person who tried to prevent him from 
having one now. 

"HOLY SHIT! I'M GONNA-!" 

Nina worked her pelvis faster, smashing against his every thrust, forcing 
him to slam into her like a hammer. She reached up and grabbed Al Huber's 
ass, pulling his cock even more deeply into her throat than it was. 

"AAAHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK! Jamie bellowed, and Nina felt the heavy cream begin 
to spew forth. It brought her own orgasm rising and crashing down, rising 
and crashing down. She was almost blacking out from the intensity of it. She 
was snapped back to reality when she realized her throat was filling up with 
Al Huber's load. She was forced, in her position, to either swallow or 
strangle, and she decided to swallow. 

"SHHHIIIITTTTT!" Huber bellowed. He ground his crotch into Nina's face so 
hard he almost broke her nose. "TAKE IT! SWALLOW IT! EAT THAT LOAD, YOU 
FUCKING WHORE!" 

Nina sucked obediently until the very last drop was swallowed and then she 
pushed her head away from the man's crotch. Jamie pulled out of her cunt at 
the same time, and she rose shakily to her feet. Louise had just stood up, 
too. 

"Let's talk," Nina said. "There's something I want to ask you about." They 
moved outside the den again. 

"What is it?" Louise asked. 

"You said there's money in what I just did? Big money?" 

"Big, big, big money!" Louise answered. 

"Well," Nina said, "I don't like to talk about your husband, but he's an 
awfully stingy man, and I thought perhaps we could work something out!" 

Just then the doorbell rang. Louise grabbed a coat from a rack in the 
hallway and told Nina to go back to the den. 

When she opened the door, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen was standing 
on the front step. She wore a shabby cloth coat and carried a small, badly 
battered suitcase. 

"Mrs. Giddins?" the girl asked. 

"Yes?" 

"I'm Muriel's sister, Rose. I only just arrived in Florida." 

Louise was thunderstruck. This was certainly a day for the records. 

"Uh-well-hello, Rose. I didn't expect you. Won't you go into the living room 
there and have a seat? I'll tell Muriel you're here." 

Louise rushed back to the den and stepped over several bodies in her haste 
to reach Muriel, who was still slumped and tied, recovering from her orgasm. 

"Muriel! Your sister Rose is in the living room!" 

Muriel's eyes shot open. 

"Why didn't you tell me your sister was coming here?" Louise asked angrily. 

"Rose? Rose?" Muriel said over and over, trying to grasp the reality of the 
situation. 

Suddenly her eyes grew large. 

"ROSE! OH, BLESSED VIRGIN!" 

Virgin? Louise thought. Hmmmm. I wonder! 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

"If she's to stay here," Louise said, "she'll have to earn her keep. And I 
suppose you know what that means!" 

"But, Mum," Muriel had said almost tearfully, "she's only a bit of a thing! 
A baby!" 

"Which should bring a very good price on this market!" 

"Will she get her cut?" 

"Naturally. And it'll be more than she could make scrubbing floors!" 

That had been all the persuasion Muriel needed. 

Louise, who had started the business expressly for the purpose of seeing how 
much money she could raise to help Carl out of his financial difficulties, 
was finding that her share of the profits was almost embarrassingly large. 
She hadn't started banking the cash yet, but she realized that should would 
have to do this soon. That would be time enough to tell Carl where the money 
came from. She'd show him that she could be honest, even if he had tried to 
pull a deal on the side with Lockhart. 

Muriel spent some minutes with Rose, and a few sobbing sounds were heard 
from the living room, but presently she returned. 

"Where are they to slaughter the lamb, Mum?" she asked. 

"Don't be so dramatic, Muriel. Get Rose scrubbed up and dressed in something 
provocative. She has a good body, I could see that. It shouldn't be hard to 
make her attractive." 

Muriel took Rose upstairs, and Louise returned to the den. Most of the 
occupants were still nude, but they were sitting and drinking and having 
casual conversation. Nina and Al Huber had seemed to form a special 
attachment. Louise couldn't believe how easily Nina fit into the group. She 
suspected Carl would be looking for a new secretary after today. 

"I have an announcement to make," Louise said. The others stopped talking 
and looked at her. She continued. 

"Knowing that all of you are men of taste and discrimination, I wondered if 
any of you would care to invest a sum of money in the-the ultimate 
diversion!" 

"And what's that?" Mike Lockhart asked. 

"The raping of a virgin," Louise said, matter-of-factly. 

They bickered for a moment. None of them came up with a satisfactory price. 
Rose was brought in, finally, and exhibited by her older sister. The men let 
low whistles escape their mouths. The girl was dressed like Muriel-in 
stockings, high heels, and garter belt. 

Although it was obvious that she was a child, her body had begun to mature 
into a lovely womanly softness, and she had supple curves where they were 
needed. 

"Right off the boat," Louise said. "Sorry men, but we'll save her for 
another occasion. After all, this isn't a garage sale." 

Lockhart appeared the next day, as promised, with the large, mysterious man. 

"I don't believe introductions are necessary," Lockhart said. 

"Of course," Louise agreed. Everything was ready in the den. Rose, 
spread-eagled on the bearskin rug, was completely nude. She seemed quiet 
after her earlier bout of sobbing. 

She knew there was money in it for her, and plenty of it. Muriel had told 
her, simply, "You'll only wait two more years and lose it to a sailor, 
anyway." 

The big man began to remove his clothing. Louise, Elsie, and Muriel were 
fascinated. Nina wasn't there. She had told them she'd give Carl her notice 
that day and move her things out of the office. 

The man was standing in only his undershorts now. His body was massive, like 
a tree. 

The woman noticed the muscularity under the heavy structure. A bit like a 
wrestler, Louise thought. 

"Do you want to blindfold the girl or let her see it?" the man said. 

"Why, let her see it, of course," Louise said. "There's nothing like a good 
look at the first cock that fucks you!" 

The man slowly slid his jocky shorts down over his massive legs. The woman 
gasped, and Muriel practically fainted! 

His cock hung almost ten inches in its soft state. There was no doubt that 
when it was erect it would measure at least a foot. The circumference was 
equally startling. The man's cock was at least as thick as a baby's arm. 

Louise had a pang of fear for Rose's life, but the deal had been made on a 
professional level, and she decided it was best for everybody concerned to 
go through with it. The man, Lockhart said, would sign a blank check! 

Rose was warm by the fireplace, and her naturally rosy cheeks had deepened 
to a dark red. Her hair was almost auburn, like her sister's, and she indeed 
looked like a virgin sacrifice on the rug. The man walked directly over and 
stood in front of her. She took one look at his nakedness and blushed. 

"Mercy! It's a sin! I've never seen a man like this before! At least, not 
until yesterday!" 

The big man laughed. His face was not unattractive when he smiled. He got 
down on his knees between the young girl's thighs and tenderly touched her 
pussy. It had just begun to show pubic hairs, but there were very few on the 
lips. A triangle of red was becoming prominent above, however. 

"Lovely. Lovely," he said. 

"Oh, please, sir!" Rose moaned in mortification. 

"Keep quiet, Rose, like you promised," Louise said. Rose's eyes filled with 
tears. She bit her lip. 

"She'll need pillows under her hips!" he said, pointing to Elsie, "get me 
hard with your mouth!" 

Elsie crouched down in front of him. She tried to get the swelling head of 
his monster prick into her mouth, but it was useless. With more work and 
saliva, she managed to get all of the knob inside, but her lips were 
stretched, and she knew she couldn't get it past the opening of her throat. 

"If you can't go down on big ones, just lick it all over!" 

Elsie did as instructed, and in a moment the monster club was strained out 
to its full glory, larger even than the women suspected it would become. It 
would have sent a shiver of fear through a hardened streetwalker. When the 
cock was dripping, the man looked at Lockhart. 

"Get her cunt wet. Very wet!" 

Louise didn't know who the man was, but Lockhart immediately obeyed his 
orders. She thought he must have been somebody with enough money to command 
power. She was right. 

Elsie continued to lick the giant pole all over while Mike Lockhart serviced 
the girl's pussy. 

Rose began to writhe around, giggling and making cooing sounds. She 
obviously liked the feel of a mouth on her privates, something she'd 
probably never had before. Finally, the man called a halt to all sucking 
activity. 

"It's time," he said. "Stay by her and try to comfort her. You know what 
she's about to experience. Or you can guess." 

Rose's eyes grew very wide then, and she seemed to realize for the first 
time that the man was going to push his monstrous pole up inside her. She 
cast Muriel a terrified glance. 

"Easy, dearie," Muriel said. 

The big man crawled up over the thirteen-year old. He placed the head of his 
cock at the lips of her young vagina. The vagina disappeared behind the 
large glans. It was as big as a fist. 

He separated the lips with his thumbs and lodged the tip between them. Rose 
let out a cry of pain. 

"Easy, dearie," Muriel said, holding her sister's head in her arms, "he 
ain't even started yet!" 

"But he's tearing me!" Rose wailed. "He's splitting my thing apart!" 

"Nonsense, dear, he ain't even got it to the front part yet." 

The big man placed his hands on the girl's hips. The hands were like clubs. 
He made a sudden movement forward and the head of his cock tore steadily 
into the little folds. Three quarters of it disappeared. Rose screamed 
bloody murder then, and it was necessary to clamp a gag on her, because the 
noise was bothering the big man's concentration. 

Rose's pussy looked stretched beyond endurance. The little flap was 
completely pulled apart, and the onlookers knew that they would be treated 
to the sight of every single inch going into the virgin snatch. 

The man shoved again and the head disappeared completely into the hole. Rose 
turned her face and pressed it into Muriel's ample breasts. Beneath the gag, 
a low groan could be heard. 

"I'm at the barrier," the man said quietly. "I'll stay here approximately 
thirty seconds, as I'm used to doing in the case of virgins, and then I 
intend to break through with no concern whatsoever of the pain I'll cause 
the girl. I know what has to be done in these matters. I've done it many 
times, with girls younger than this one." 

He sounded like a doctor describing a delicate brain operation that he was 
about to perform. Except for Rose's low gasps behind the gag, the room was 
as quiet as a morgue. 

Then the thirty seconds were up, and the man shot his pelvis forward. The 
onlookers gasped as they saw half of his cock sail into the hole and stop 
there. Rose's pussy was so stretched the cock looked like it was growing on 
her body. 

Muriel had trouble holding Rose down. The girl was jerking around so wildly 
that she managed to push the gag away from her face. Her scream might have 
shattered thinner glass than that in the room. Muriel pressed her sister's 
face into her naked breasts again and patted her hair. 

"There now, love, the worst part is over. I know, because I remember the 
first time it happened to me! Oh, do I remember! That sinful brother of 
ours!" 

The group looked at Muriel with interest for a few seconds. They decided to 
get that story out of her another time. Their attention - went back to the 
ravishment of Rose by the dark, big, mysterious man. 

"I've torn the hymen now," he said softly. "Probably a lot of blood. We'll 
see more when I begin to really fuck her. However, she seems unusually 
tight. If medical care is required, you know I intend to assume full 
responsibility for the charges." 

"Of course," Louise said. "Our agreement was very clear." 

"Good," the man said. "Just so long as we understand each other." Saying 
that, he grabbed Rose's hips again and brutally shoved another four inches 
into her. The little girl lost consciousness for a moment. Elsie applied 
some damp towels to her forehead until her eyes opened. When they did, she 
began to sob violently. 

"I'm dying! Oh, mercy! I'll die for sure!" 

Louise almost giggled. Rose was just as dramatic as her big sister. 

The man smiled, too. 

"No, my dear, you won't die, but you may never be satisfied again by a 
little prick!" 

Everybody laughed at his joke, but the laughter was cut short when the big 
man rammed viciously into the tiny virgin hole and buried himself all the 
way to his thick pubic bush. His balls were hanging heavily down between her 
thighs now, resting against her buttocks. 

For a moment it seemed that the girl had fainted again, but in a few seconds 
she began to mumble incoherently. 

"I suppose she's praying," Muriel said, smiling. 

"We do a lot of it in our family!" 

"She'll have something to pray about in a minute," the man said. He began to 
pull his cock slowly out. Inch by inch, the watchers saw the giant pole 
appear, streaked with blood, turning several inches of the girl's pussy 
walls inside out. He stopped when only the head was still buried inside. 

"Put some lubricant on it," he said. Louise got petroleum jelly and smeared 
the huge rod liberally. "Now," the man said, "we fuck!" 

He shot the cock back in as fast as a sledgehammer. It tore back through the 
places it had ripped and bruised only seconds before, and Rose came out of 
her stupor long enough to scream again. Her body was beginning to shake 
convulsively, and the man knew that she was beyond pain at last. The agony 
could no longer be expressed in sounds. The girl's eyes glazed over and she 
stared straight up at the ceiling. 

Louise was rather turned on by the sight of the big man's powerful ass when 
it began to drive back and forth, shoving the huge cock on its tearing 
expeditions. Each time it came out, the pole had more and more blood 
streaking side by side with the greasy lubricant. 

"Shit, this is a tight one!" the man said. "I don't get 'em this tight all 
the time. Some virgins are a lot looser then you might think! But there was 
a little girl in Mexico once-her parents sold her to me for a hundred 
pesos-well, she was so tight I got splinters in my cock!" 

There was something about the man's important aura that encouraged the 
others to laugh at his story. 

"But this little piece here-gaagh! Damn! It's hard work plowing something 
this small. Try it sometime, Mike, if you don't believe me." 

Mike Lockhart was slowly pulling his meat back and forth, completely 
fascinated by the spectacle of the rape. Elsie was flat on the floor, her 
head between his legs, licking his balls and anything else she could find. 

"I believe you," he said to the man. "I've had a few myself, from time to 
time." 

"Owwww," Elsie said. "I didn't know you were so talented!" 

The big man began to fuck in and out of the small girl's pussy now with a 
steady rhythm. 

His tempo was slow at first, but as he got used to the tightness, and the 
walls of the cunt began to relax, he increased his strokes until they had 
become timed at one per second. 

"Slow and steady," he said, panting now. It was the first sign he'd shown of 
physical strain. 

"And then fast and steady, and then faster and steady! After a while, you 
couldn't count your own strokes. That's when most virgins faint. The lucky 
ones hang around long enough to have an orgasm!" 

He began fucking faster and faster. Louise slipped to the supply shelf and 
quickly inserted a vibrator in her snatch. The scene was almost too exciting 
to bear! She'd never dreamed that she could make a small fortune in a couple 
of weeks and enjoy herself so much at the same time. If Carl hadn't needed 
money, she might never have dreamed up this heavenly idea! But she still 
didn't forgive her husband completely. He'd have a lot of apologizing to do. 

"AGGH! UMPH! GUUUGH! HEAHHAYY! HEAHHHHHAAAYYY! AAAGGGHHH!" 

The big man was getting louder and his face took on a strained expression. 
His mouth drew back, baring his teeth like a snarling dog. Louise had never 
seen such a fierce expression on a human face! Her cunt got so hot, she 
wondered if the vibrator could melt! 

Then a strange thing happened! 

Rose's eyes shot wide open and she looked at the man with no expression in 
particular. 

Then, a smile spread across her face. 

"Yes, fuck me! "she whispered loudly. "Fuck me! I knew it would be like this 
the first time! I knew I'd love it if I lived through it! Owww, I feel like 
your cock's all the way in my stomach! 

It's pushing my insides up in my throat! It's going to come out my throat, 
isn't it, sir?" 

The man held still when he felt the girl's pelvis begin to grind around on 
his cock. She was clamping now, and grabbing at him. 

Shit fuzzy! the man thought. She wants more in there! 

"OH, YES!" Rose cried, grinding harder. "SOMETHING'S HAPPENING TO ME! I'M 
EXPLODING! OH, SAINTS PRESERVE ME, I THINK I'M DYING NOW! AHHHHHHH! 

EEEAAAAOOOOWWWWW! AAAGGGHHHH!" 

It was the first time the big man had ever seen a newly burst virgin have 
such a massive orgasm. The girl was very unusual, he decided. And worth 
every penny she'd cost him. 

But he still hadn't come, and he gave the women an added treat by pulling 
out and shooting over the girl's belly just as he felt his fluids begin to 
hose out. The cum splashed the girl and almost covered her stomach and 
already-prominent breasts. He sent what seemed like endless torrents out of 
his cock and onto the young flesh before him. 

Louise came then, almost pushing her vibrator beyond the point of no exit. 
She heard Mike Lockhart groan loudly, and Elsie began to make gulping 
sounds. Lazily, she got to her feet, removed the vibrator, and started 
dressing. It was late, and the party had to end soon. 

The big man, when he was dressed and had paid her in cash, said to Louise, 
"I like mature women, too, and you're my type." 

Louise smiled and shook his hand. 

"I'm sure that can be arranged. Like I said, almost anything is permitted 
here, so if you have any little kinks-" 

"Indeed I do, my dear, as you will most probably find out." 

The men left, and Rose was rushed upstairs for a quick examination. 

Mike Lockhart saw the big man back to his car. 

"See you another time, Hubert." 

"Sure thing, Mike. Thanks for the invitation." 

"It was your money." 

"And well spent, too." The man drove away. 

Mike walked to his own car and got in. He suddenly burst out laughing. 

"Wait'll Carl Giddins finds out a rape of a thirteen-year-old went on today 
right in his own den-and performed by his own boss! 

CHAPTER NINE 

Carl was still angry about the shagging the girls had given him. They'd left 
him tied up with the vibrator-shoved up his ass for nearly three hours! 

He snapped at Louise time and time again that evening. Elsie, Muriel, and 
Rose went upstairs. The argument bored them. 

"We can't afford that little girl, goddamn it!" 

"Oh, bullshit, darling!" 

She was reluctant to tell him about the money she was making. He might not 
understand at this point. 

When he became more desperate for money, which he said was inevitable, she'd 
tell him then. 

"I've invited my boss, Hubert Poole, to dinner Friday night. Also his 
brother-in-law. I thought it was time you met him. I'll never get anywhere 
if I don't start mixing some social life with my business!" 

"What about their wives?" 

"In Atlanta on a shopping spree. That's why I invited the men. They're 
bachelors for the weekend, and we might be able to provide them with some 
sort of-entertainment." 

It occurred to Louise that Carl might be planning to use Elsie or Muriel for 
profit again without telling her. She got mad immediately and stormed into 
the den. He followed her, also angry. 

"What the fuck's wrong with you now? Shit, I can't breathe around here 
anymore without you getting pissed off!" 

"Tough shit!" 

"Oh, yeah? Like the tough shit you girls handed me the other night, huh? 
You're pretty fucking independent since the house got full of women, aren't 
you?" 

"Don't be such a stupid ass!" 

He saw red. 

"Well, let me tell you something, Louise. The others are upstairs right now, 
and you know this den is practically soundproof. So go right ahead and see 
if your girlfriends will come to your rescue now! I think you're all a bunch 
of dikes, anyway!" 

"How dare you say that, you fucking bastard?" She slapped his face as hard 
as she could. 

He caught her by her wrists and began to twist them painfully. She backed 
away, but he kept twisting her arms, walking her across the room. 

"Let go of me, Carl! Goddamn it, let go!" 

"No," he snarled at her. "I'm just getting excited now. That's what you 
wanted, isn't it? To get me excited? Well, now it's time for fun and games!" 

His eyes were glistening like they had the first night he took his belt to 
her ass. 

"You're crazy! Get your hands off me! Damn it, you're hurting me!" 

He dragged her to the supply shelf and had handcuffs on her wrists before 
she realized what he was doing. 

"Oh, lovely!" she spat at him. "How original, darling! I suppose now you're 
going to tie me down and spank me!" 

"I can remember when that excited you. And not too long ago, either." 

Louise laughed. 

"You're so boring, Carl. So boring and ordinary! I don't think you've ever 
had an original thought!" 

"I didn't know you needed constant variety, bitch!" 

"Well, now you know. And since you aren't able to provide it, why don't you 
just take these cuffs off me and go upstairs to bed like a good little boy." 

Carl howled in anger. The sound wasn't human. He was like an animal in the 
woods-an angry, vicious animal. Louise had never heard him make this sound 
before. It sent a chill through her body. 

Carl grabbed her by her blonde hair and yanked her across the room. He 
fastened the cuffs to one of the steel rings on the brick columns. Then he 
removed her clothing. 

"No," he said, appraising her body, "you need something else, something 
more." 

He went to the supplies and came back with a leather corset, a new 
acquisition. He put it around her waist and laced it. Louise was becoming 
frightened. She'd seen him act strange before, but tonight was different 
somehow. 

"That's a little better," he said. "But you still don't excite me! It takes 
a lot to excite me now, you know!" 

"Tough shit!" 

He tied a black kerchief around her eyes and knotted it tightly at the back 
of her head. 

Louise was really getting frightened now. 

"Take that thing off me!" she screamed. 

Carl laughed. 

"Afraid you won't see what's going to happen to you? Well, my dear, that's 
just what I want. The fear in your face excites me. It's working right now. 
I wish you could see the big hard-on I have looking at you like this!" 

He stripped out of his clothes. It was true. He'd begun to get aroused, and 
his big cock was swinging around in the air, sticking straight out from the 
forest of brown pubic hair. 

Louise felt something being fastened around her ankles. Leather straps of 
some sort, although she didn't remember seeing anything like that. 

"Something new," he said. "Just got them today." 

Suddenly her hands were released from the post and she felt herself being 
dragged to the floor. One leg was being pulled into the air, but he wasn't 
holding it. 

"What are you doing? Stop this, Carl! What are you doing to me, I said! 
Owwww-!" 

She heard a chain being thrown over the metal bar above. Then she was hauled 
up and off the floor, dangling upside down by one leg. She felt his hand 
grab her other ankle and, with some huffing and puffing, she felt him fasten 
the clanking chain to that ankle strap as well. When he let go of her, she 
was swinging freely, upside down, her head just inches from the floor. 

He then removed the handcuffs and tied her arms behind her with a leather 
thong. She began to scream. 

"Let's not disturb your houseguests," he said coolly. 

She heard a whizzing sound in the air and suddenly his leather belt came 
down hard across her breasts. She didn't know the meaning of pain until this 
moment, and her scream became even louder. Trussed up like she was, and 
blindfolded, she was more terrified than she'd ever been in her life! 

With only the single chain thrown over the bar and attached to each ankle 
strap, he was able to spin her around in any way that amused him. He quickly 
turned her so that she faced away from him, and brought the belt across the 
cheeks of her ass, then he spun her back and brought it down on her breasts 
again. 

"AGGGH! NO! NO! OH, GOD, I CAN'T STAND THIS! STOP! STOP!" 

Blood was rushing to her head, and the spinning back and forth was making 
her dizzy. 

The pain, from this position, seemed to intensify. It was like being burned 
at the stake. 

Once, when he turned her so that she faced him, he brought the belt across 
her vagina with a hard whack. She began to sob uncontrollably then, and he 
whipped her pussy several more times. The blows left marks under and around 
her pubic hair, and across the tops of her thighs, where the vee began. 

"Seems like we've had a little trouble establishing who's master in this 
house!" he snarled. 

"I think all this bondage stuff has gone to your head, but you'll get 
straightened out tonight! 

You'll either know who's boss, or you'll be dead!" 

He spun her around again and this time the belt began to rain down on her 
buttocks. She wiggled and struggled like a trapped animal, but it was 
useless. In the position he'd tied her, she was completely at his mercy. 

Louise felt weak now from being upside down so long. Her head spun dizzily, 
and her whole body seemed to be one aching wound. He'd begun turning her 
back and forth, whipping her breasts, her cunt, her buttocks, her thighs in 
a crazy rhythm. She could almost count the cadence. Front, whack! Back, 
whack! Front, whack! Back, whack! She knew she'd be unconscious if he kept 
this up, and she began to pray for a merciful numbness to settle in. Then 
the whipping stopped. She heard him move across the room and come back. His 
body pressed against her backside and his hands circled around to her 
crotch. She felt something pushing against the lips of her vagina. It felt 
cold and huge. Then it began to stab in. 

"NOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU PUTTING IN ME? FOR GOD'S SAKE, MAKE IT WET FIRST! 

NOT DRY! PLEASE, NOT DRY!" 

The object tore past the lips and began to work itself up into her cunt. She 
felt the hard little rubber spikes then, and she began to jerk wildly in an 
attempt to stop it from entering her. It was no use. He was able to hold her 
still with very little effort, and finally the only resistance she could 
manage was a violent trembling of her body. The dildo with the spikes was 
going in despite her screams, and the energy it cost her to make noises 
seemed useless after a while. Her mouth hung slackly open in her pain, and 
she felt the giant monster being shoved all the way into her womb. She'd 
never had it put into her dry before, and she couldn't have guessed that it 
would be so painful. 

When the dildo was all the way inside her, and there was no way she could 
expel it, he went away and came back again. She heard him crouch down in 
front of her, heard his heavy breathing on her belly. Then he grabbed one of 
her nipples roughly and it felt like he was trying to cut it off with a 
knife! She screamed again. His hand shot down and slapped her mouth so hard 
she was sure her lips were cut. 

"Just a little clamp, my dear," he panted, "nothing to worry about. Think 
how good it'll feel when I take it off!" 

A clamp! She knew what he was using. The little metal things she'd seen in 
the shopping bag with the first leather items he'd brought home. She had 
forgotten about them, and wasn't even sure what they were for. 

The clamp put the nipple of her breast in a vise that never stopped its 
pressure. The little prongs were attached to a spring that made them bite 
into the flesh constantly. They felt like they would go all the way through! 

"GOD, CARL, PLEASE! NO MORE! I REALLY CAN'T TAKE IT!" 

He laughed. It was more terrible than if he'd raved and ranted. His hands 
grabbed the nipple of her other breast and another clamp was attached. 

"GAAAAGGHHHH!" 

She almost fainted from the pain, and he slapped her again to make sure she 
stayed awake to feel the agony. 

"Don't pass out on me, babe," he whispered in her ear. "If you do that, I'll 
just leave you here to sleep it off, like you and the girls did to me!" 

"We did nothing compared to this! You're trying to kill me!" 

"You might pray that I do before I'm finished!" 

Louise resigned herself to the inevitable then. Tears were useless, screams 
were useless. 

Unless the girls decided to come to the den, there was nobody who could help 
her out of her situation. And she didn't expect them to be down. Rose had 
required a lot of special attention since her brutal raping, and Muriel and 
Elsie usually went to bed early with her. 

The clamps on her breasts hurt so dreadfully that after a while the feeling 
became unreal. 

Louise's brain began to block out certain sensations-agonies it couldn't 
handle. She was beginning to feel giddy, and little silly melodies of songs 
she knew began to race through her mind. 

Then Carl was behind her again, standing. He reached around to make sure the 
dildo was completely inside her, giving it a few unnecessary shoves as he 
did so. She felt something hard press between the cheeks of her ass, and she 
wondered if another rubber cock was about to go in there as well. It was 
dry, dry like the first one. It would hurt even more. 

The dry cock began to push in. It met with the natural resistance of the 
sphincter. Carl grunted and shoved again. 

My god! It isn't a dildo! He's shoving his cock in my ass! 

"Guh-grr-grr-" she tried to say, but the word wouldn't form. 

"What was that, babe? You talking to me?" Carl said, panting. 

"G-grease! Grease! Aaaaggghhh!" 

"Oh, no, babe. No grease. Just Carl's big cock going in the way it is. I 
might tear myself as bad as I tear you, but my cock will go all the way up 
your ass just like it is!" 

"Ba-bastard!" Louise managed to mumble. She was growing too weak physically 
to speak in a loud voice. 

Carl planted his hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled them wide apart. 
His cock still was not past the sphincter. He grabbed her hips and braced 
himself. Then he shoved forward with all his might. 

The barrier gave way, and his cock shot past the muscled ring. Once it was 
in that far, it seemed a little easier to plow ahead, except that the skin 
was so dry. He spit on his hand and wet his pole just enough so that he 
didn't cause unnecessary pain to himself. Then he gave a mighty shove and 
buried himself in her rectum. 

"UUUMMMPFFFF!" she mumbled weakly. 

He was all the way home in her ass now. He reached around to her pussy 
again. A couple of inches of the giant dildo were sticking out. He grabbed 
the end and shoved it harder inside her while he pushed his cock at the same 
time. The sensation was even better than he thought it would be! 

The little spikes on the dildo were pressed against the walls of her cunt, 
and Carl's cock could actually feel them on the other side of the thin 
membrane. While he plowed her rectum harder and harder, his cock actually 
was being teased by the little rubber pricks. 

'Owww, sheeeeiiitttt!" he began to groan. He threw his arms around her legs 
and began to force the dildo and himself into her at the same time. He 
matched his own strokes, and the feeling was out of this world! "Shit fire, 
babe, I can give you two cocks at once! Any time you want it! Owww, ungh!" 

His legs were bent slightly and he was humping like a dog, his mouth open 
and his tongue hanging out stupidly. 

Louise's ass had opened up now and the cock inside it was moving with more 
ease. It didn't feel as painful as it did before, and the dildo in her cunt 
was beginning to have a strange effect on her. While Carl's cock pressed the 
wall separating it from the spikes, the sensation had her womb sinking 
warmly, and then tingling! The fire that continued to burn her whipped 
buttocks and breasts and pussy seemed to flare up, and suddenly her entire 
body was engulfed in heat! 

Droplets of moisture began to form on Louise's blonde pussy hairs. The lips 
were stretched obscenely, but the clit stiffened and began to throb. 

Tied the way she was, Louise wondered in her half-conscious mind, could she 
actually have an orgasm? Did she have the strength, or could it kill her? 
She knew that if one came, it would be enormous! 

Carl was beginning to grunt like a pig now. His cock was slamming into her 
asshole faster, with shorter strokes. 

Just like a dog! she thought, feeling a little disgusted. 

"OW! OW! OW! OW! OW!" he began to grunt, and the animal-like picture was 
complete in her hazy mind. There was something about Carl recently that 
almost made her sick. He simply didn't seem to be the same man he'd once 
been. Perhaps she'd met too many other men recently. She had never made 
comparisons before. 

"EEEAAOOOWWW!" Carl groaned loudly, and Louise felt a gush of hot cream 
drench her bowels. Then another, and another. He was shooting an enormous 
load. When his cock began to jerk in its climax, he started ripping into her 
cunt with the dildo, completely unaware of the pressure he was using. He 
almost pushed the object through the back wall of her womb. 

"AAAHHHHHHH!" Louise moaned loudly. 

Then her mind floated into a restful sea of black, and she fainted. 

Carl pulled out of her ass and removed the dildo. The spiked object was 
soaking with her pussy juices. 

The bitch! The fucking whore! She still got off! She still got the best of 
me! Well, she hasn't had the little dinner party for the boss yet! That'll 
bring her to her knees! 

He untied her and threw her over his shoulder. She was still unconscious 
when he carried her up the stairs and burst into the guest room where he 
knew the other women were sleeping. 

Elsie, Muriel and Rose were all sitting up in bed, reading. 

Carl threw Louise's body roughly across their legs, like he would have 
thrown a potato sack to the ground. Louise groaned and began to wake up. 

"There she is, girls. Your leader!" Then he roared with laughter and walked 
out of the room, slamming the door behind. 

"My god!" Muriel said. "What did he do to you?" 

Louise lifted her head weakly. 

"Ask what he didn't do! It'd be easier to answer!" 

"Fucking shit!" Elsie cried. "He made hamburger out of you, honey! Why do 
you put up with it?" 

Louise shrugged. 

"Louise!" Elsie said excitedly, "why don't we all go into business for 
ourselves? Why don't you leave Carl?" 

"Sometimes I'd like to," Louise said, sitting up and rubbing her sore ankles 
and wrists. "But I still promised myself I'd help him financially. When 
that's done, I think I'll drop the business altogether." 

She snuggled in with the others, under the sheet. Leave Carl? she thought. I 
never could! 

Or-could I? 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Carl's got a stable here," Hubert Poole said to his brother-in-law, Stanley 
Riggs. Carl was in the kitchen mixing them drinks, and Louise hadn't come 
downstairs yet. 

Stanley Riggs almost blushed. 

"A stable?" 

"Yeah. When Carl's working, he lets a bunch of whores use his house. I came 
here a few days ago myself. Got me a piece of virgin pussy! Paid a fortune 
for it!" 

"Well, Hubert, I might as well confess. I was here too. And do you know what 
happened? 

The big blonde ringleader hauled Carl's secretary, Nina Baldwin, into the 
den over there and had her raped!" 

"No shit? Nina? I wish I could have seen that!" 

Just then Louise walked down the stairs. She was stiff and sore from her 
treatment of a few days before, but she wore a hostess gown that covered 
most of her body, and her face was as lovely as ever. She breezed into the 
room, beaming. The men stood up and turned around. 

"Good evening. Welcome to the-" She stopped dead in her tracks. There was 
the handsome black-haired man that she had sucked off and the giant who had 
plowed little Rose. 

"Mrs. Giddins?" the big man said. Louise nodded dumbly. "I'm Hubert Poole, 
Carl's boss. 

This is my brother-in-law, Stanley Riggs. We're very happy to meet you at 
last!" 

Hubert Poole and Louise had stripped completely on the beach. She had 
suggested taking a walk there after dinner, and Stanley and Carl begged off, 
saying they weren't in the mood for exercise tonight. 

"You little devil!" Poole said, pulling her roughly against his big body, 
"why didn't you tell me you were Carl's wife?" 

"Why didn't you tell me you were his boss?" 

Louise had never been held by such an enormous man. He might have given the 
appearance of being fat in his clothes, but she already knew how muscular 
and powerful his body was stripped. Like a wrestler, she had thought, when 
he crouched over Rose. 

His chest and belly were covered with hair. 

"Owwww-" Louise said, nuzzling against him, "all that fur makes me feel so 
nice and warm!" She began to kiss the hair on his chest, and then she let 
her tongue make circular motions around his nipples. The big man began to 
pant. 

"Get down there and kiss my cock!" 

"But I'll get all covered with sand." 

"We can wash off in the ocean." 

Louise dripped to her knees. His cock shone in the moonlight clearly, 
hanging down the way she remembered it. It was still the biggest piece of 
meat she'd ever seen. Suddenly, she looked up at him. 

"Did Carl say he'd provide entertainment for you tonight-for a price?" 

"Yes." 

"He wouldn't have included me, I suppose. He wouldn't want his boss to know 
how low he'd stoop for money! He doesn't know the girls and I entertain in 
the daytime-" 

"I figured that out. We'll talk about it later. Lick my balls!" 

"He'd just have ushered you into the den while I was in the living room with 
Mr. Riggs-" 

"Lick 'em, I said!" 

He was still a powerful man whose voice carried authority. Louise bent her 
head between his massive, open thighs. She buried her mouth in his enormous 
ball sac. The hairs tickled her nose. She had never encountered such fat, 
perfectly shaped nuts on a man. Like ostrich eggs. 

She flicked out her tongue and began to lick the puckered skin all over. The 
masculine aromas that came from his crotch had her feeling dizzy and warm in 
no time at all. While she licked his balls, she reached under her skirt and 
began to slide her panties away from her vagina. 

"Get your hand out of there! I'll take care of your pussy!" 

"Yes, sir," Louise said. She grabbed his big, hard buttocks in both her 
hands and began to lick his balls furiously. She sucked one at a time into 
her mouth and began to roll her tongue around it. The man groaned, and 
spread his legs wider. 

She licked all the way back to the thick cord that ran from the sac to the 
asshole. She sucked the heavy cord into her mouth and licked it like a 
finger. 

Then she ran her mouth back under his crotch to his cock. It was hard now 
and standing straight out. She reached up and grabbed it, but her hand would 
not go all the way around. 

"Think you can suck it?" he asked. 

"I-I don't know." 

"The throat can stretch just like any other part of the body, you know. I've 
had women take me to the balls, and others who couldn't get started. I think 
it depends on how much they want to satisfy me. Or what it's worth to them." 

"Worth to them?" Louise asked. 

"Right. I never left a girl empty-handed who managed to take me all the way 
down. There are times when I've put little pieces of diamond jewelry in 
those hands, too." 

Louise's heart began to beat fast. Hubert Poole excited her as a man, the 
size of his cock excited her even more, and-most of all-his money excited 
her beyond belief. 

She worked hard on the head for several minutes, getting it as wet as she 
possibly could with her saliva, and then she began to suck all over the 
pole, the way Elsie had done before he raped Rose. 

When the big club was dripping with spit, she surveyed it in the moonlight. 
Her throat, she decided, might never be the same again, but what the hell! 

She opened her mouth wide and let the club-like glans slide in. It was so 
big she had difficulty keeping her teeth out of the way. She'd always been 
an expert cocksucker, but this man was going to test her in ways she had 
never been put through. 

Hubert Poole noticed the welts on her backside and breasts, looking down at 
her. 

"Where'd you get so beaten up?" 

Louise pulled her mouth off the cock. "Carl. He gets a bit violent 
sometimes. He really worked me over a few days ago." 

"You mean, he put you through that for no pay?" 

"Yes." 

"Keep sucking." 

She went back to the head of his cock, and this time her mouth took all of 
him in with no trouble. She slid the fist-like head to the back of her 
throat. She imagined that her throat was Rose's virgin channel now, and she 
almost shuddered at the thought of the ordeal the girl must have suffered. 

"Here, take this!" he said. Something was in his hand. A little white 
capsule. She pulled off the cock again, put the pill in her mouth, and 
swallowed. 

"What is it?" 

"Never mind. You'll like it. You'll do things you never thought you could 
do!" 

"I hope so," she giggled. "I need something like that!" 

When she got the head of his cock to the opening of her throat the pill was 
already beginning to work. Hubert Poole was amused to see the way her throat 
opened up to accept him, with no trepidation, and no hint of choking. He was 
glad of his connections around the world-in this case, some research 
chemists working on the Amazon. They had found drugs the outside world never 
dreamed of. 

Louise felt herself becoming woozy, but it was a strange kind of wooziness. 
She could feel herself traveling deep down inside her own body, and watching 
each thing work. At the moment, she watched her jaws getting wider and 
wider-then her throat began to swell open to the size of a zeppelin. His 
cock began to move forward inside the enormous opening. His meat was 
scraping the sides, but it was lubricated enough to ease comfortably 
forward. 

She couldn't wait to take all of him down. Yanking on his buttocks, she 
forced him to push his pelvis forward. She felt his hands on the back of her 
head and she was glad he was going to crush her throat down on him. She'd 
been waiting for some cooperation. 

"Gaaagghhh!" Hubert Poole groaned. He didn't stop pulling her head until her 
lips were buried in his pubic hair. He knew that her throat was stuffed like 
it had never been before or would be again. She not only held him all the 
way down, but she began to work her muscles in a way that vibrated his cock 
at the same time. "Easeeee-! Easeeeeee! Don't make me come yet!" 

Louise pulled back and brought him out of her. Her eyes were glassy, 
stupidly happy. 

"Did you feel yourself all the way down my throat?" she asked, smiling. 

He dragged her to her feet and gave her a long kiss, his tongue searching 
deeply inside her mouth. Thrills shot through her body, and she held him 
tighter and tighter. 

"Fuck me with that, please!" she whispered. "I love your cock so much I'd 
kill for it! I want it shoved all the way in my pussy and up my ass! Then 
rub it between my breasts and over my stomach and down my thighs! I'll do 
anything for you if you fuck me! I'll be your slave! 

I'll suck your toes! I'll lick out your asshole!" 

He pulled her, almost lifting her off her feet, to the edge of the water. 
Then he threw her roughly down on the wet sand and fell on top of her. She 
was crushed under his weight, but the drug in her brain begged him to crush 
her even harder. She wanted to feel him pushing her through the wet sand, to 
the center of the earth! 

His giant club shot up between her legs and stopped at the gates of her 
womb. 

"Are you wet?" he asked. 

"I'm dripping with it!" 

With no further preliminary, he shoved his cock forward and crashed in. With 
one mighty lunge, he was buried to the hilt. Her breath was knocked out of 
her momentarily, but she regained her senses almost immediately. The drug 
had strange powers to give the body endurance. 

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she cried, clinging to him. "I can feel every inch of 
you inside me! Oh, I've never been so stretched. You have the biggest cock 
I've ever taken. It feels like your arm is up there inside me!" 

"Shut up and fuck!" he said. 

Carl and Stanley were on their third after-dinner drink. 

"What about it, Stan?" Carl asked. "Would you like to meet Elsie?" 

"What about your wife?" 

"She might not be back for a while. But, anyway, she understands that I 
sometimes provide my guests with a little entertainment-for a price, you 
understand. These women I get don't come cheap. Besides, it's all done there 
in the den, so Louise won't actually see anything." 

"And she understands all about it?" Stanley Riggs asked, almost laughing. He 
wondered what Elsie would do when she saw him. Probably spill the beans that 
he'd been there before. 

"Sure," Stanley Riggs said. "Why not?" 

Carl went upstairs. He came down with Elsie, who was dressed in a very short 
dress with a high waist, and flat gold slippers. Elsie's mouth shot open in 
recognition when she saw Stanley, but Stanley shook his head very subtly to 
let her know she wasn't to say anything. 

"Elsie-I want you to meet a business friend of mine-Mr. Riggs. Mr. Riggs is 
in the mood for a little-fun, shall we say?" 

Elsie smiled at him. 

"And just what kind of fun do you like, Mr. Riggs?" She took his arm and 
walked him in the direction of the den. "You'll see for yourself that we 
have just about anything your heart could desire in here." 

Louise was bucking her hips up fast to meet his thrusts. Their bodies were 
smashing together loudly. She had begun to scratch his buttocks and back 
with her nails. Suddenly, he pulled out. 

"Let me taste that pussy!" he said, throwing her legs straight back. His 
mouth shot down between her thighs and in seconds she realized that his 
overall largeness was extended to his tongue. It felt like a giant finger 
stabbing up into her hole. She grabbed his thinning hair and began to yank 
his head against her even harder. 

"Yes! Eat me out! Eat my pussy out good! Owwww, I've never had a tongue like 
yours in there! It's putting me on fire! I might have to come! Aaaagghhhh! 
Uuuunnngghh!" 

Her body convulsed and suddenly his probing tongue was covered with her 
juices. He knew the way the drug worked on passionate women like Louise 
Giddins. This was only the first of multiple orgasms, and this one was only 
a preview. During the course of the evening, if she had the opportunity, her 
climaxes would gain in intensity. He held her still until she quieted down, 
and then he came back over her and shot his cock straight into her 
still-trembling cunt. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, sister!" 

Louise had never felt so aroused, sexually. She knew, also, that another 
orgasm was on its way, and possibly an immediate one. She felt the giant 
cock sliding in and out of her cunt, and she tried to squeeze down on it, to 
control its movements. But Poole had a mind of his own, and he never let her 
take the advantage. He pumped her in his own rhythm, his own tempo. 

"Harder!" Louise shouted. "Fuck me harder! Oh, god, don't you see that you 
aren't fucking me hard enough?" 

He began to slam into her brutally. 

"Harder!" she cried again, digging her nails into his buttocks until they 
bled. She began to buck wildly under him. 

He knew it was the drug working. As long as she was under its influence, she 
would never get enough of what she was doing. She didn't know it, but she 
could have taken two cocks his size in her cunt, or down her throat. Up her 
ass? 

He yanked the rod out, lifted her legs and bent them back. 

"AAAGGHHHH! YES! YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANTED! FUCK MY ASS UNTIL YOU TEAR IT 
OUT OF ME! GAAAGGHH!" 

He plunged into her rectum with no trouble whatsoever. Her husband must have 
done a pretty good job of opening it up. Louise had described the scene to 
him in detail. Her asshole seemed to be on fire, and his cock was reaching 
the point of no return. In a few seconds he'd have to let his load go. He 
could fuck and shoot all night long if he wanted to, but he was a man who 
took good physical care of himself, and after he passed his mid-forties, he 
started limiting himself to one climax per bout. 

"I'm gonna make you a new asshole, lady!" he shouted, bucking his heavy hips 
back and forth faster now. Louise simply started up at him, her tongue 
rolled out of one side of her mouth. She was timing his tempo in her brain, 
working herself to her own climax. He knew how the drug affected women when 
they were sodomized. It stimulated all the areas where the rectum and the 
womb join each other in sexual union. 

He reached down and pinched her clit hard. Her eyes shot open wide and her 
mouth formed a small "o." 

"YES! YES! THAT WAS IT, DARLING! I-I- EECCHHH! AAKKHH! EEEAAAAHHHH!" 

Her scream carried for miles across the water. 

Her sphincter did crazy things to his cock when she came, and he couldn't 
hold it off any longer himself. He grunted heavily two or three times and 
suddenly her bowels were flooded. She was so stretched that the fluid began 
oozing back out, running down his balls and dripping into the wet sand 
beneath them. 

He pulled her to her feet and made her go into the water with him. The water 
was like ice, but they managed to wet their bodies and clean off all the 
sand and semen. He chased her up and down the beach for a while until they 
were dry and then they dressed and started back to the house. 

"Has your husband ever sold you sexually?" he asked. 

She wasn't really shocked by the question. The drug made questions like that 
seem natural and normal. 

"Yes. Once. I didn't know it. I thought my friends and I were 
just-entertaining a friend. 

That was" Lockhart, the man who brought you here. He's the man who told me 
that Carl made money off the experience." 

"Your husband's a prick, you know that?" 

"Yes," Louise answered, feeling a little guilty about betraying Carl to his 
boss. 

"I want you to do something when we get back to the house. It should be an 
amusing experience. Also, it will be a test of your husband's character. I 
want you to go back there and put the make on my brother-in-law, Stanley 
Riggs." 

"It wouldn't be the first time I've had him, you know." 

"You mean Stanley's been here too?" Poole played dumb. 

"Yes. Just like you. As a paying customer." 

"Does your husband know that?" 

"Of course not. Like I said, he knows nothing about the afternoons in the 
den." 

"Good. Because I'm going to go in there and tell him I'll give him a great 
deal of money to let you fuck around with Stanley. And, lady, I want you to 
literally rape my brother-in-law! 

You'll be handsomely rewarded, that's a promise. Is it a deal?" 

Louise was on fire again at the prospect of having the handsome, dark-haired 
man in front of Carl. With everybody knowing she was Carl's wife. 

"It's a deal," she said, giggling. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Elsie had dressed Stanley Riggs in a costume that she found very exciting, 
particularly since she was in the mood tonight to play the slave. He wore a 
leather vest, jock strap and high black boots. Elsie's garter belt was black 
leather, too, and she had donned black stockings and patent leather, 
spiked-heeled shoes. 

Stanley was getting ready to fasten Elsie to the steel loops on the sides of 
the brick columns when Louise and Hubert Poole walked into the den. 

Carl, who had planned to watch the proceedings from the sofa, jumped to his 
feet. 

"Mr. Poole! Louise! I-I hadn't wanted Louise to see what we-" 

"Cut the crap, Carl!" Hubert Poole snapped. "You wife knows exactly what you 
do to earn extra money, and she's also aware that you've used her for that 
same purpose!" 

Carl was stunned and speechless. 

"I decided that I wanted something a little different for my brother-in-law 
and myself tonight," Poole continued. "Since you so graciously offered to 
supply us with entertainment if we were willing to pay for it, I want to 
tell you that I'm willing to pay most handsomely." 

Carl's face brightened. 

"Of course, Mr. Poole. Just name it." 

"I want to watch your wife service my brother-in-law!" 

Louise leaned against the doorway. She was still dizzy and excited from the 
drug she had taken. She giggled while she watched Carl's expression. 

"My wife? Mr. Poole, I-" steel loops on the sides of the brick columns when 
Louise and Hubert Poole walked into the den. 

Carl's eyes narrowed. He looked at Louise propped against the wall. Her hair 
was wet. 

What the fuck had she been up to? Also, she looked drunk. 

"All right, Mr. Poole, if you two want Louise, I give my permission." 

Hubert Poole looked at Carl with cold eyes. 

"And what about her permission?" 

"Well-of course-I think she'd be willing to make a sacrifice on my behalf. 
Shit, Mr. 

Poole, if she doesn't want to, force her!" 

Louise almost staggered up to Carl. She smiled. 

"You're so generous, darling. How could I say no?" 

Then Louise stormed across the room, dropping her hostess gown to the floor 
as she went. She was nude underneath. 

"Get out of my way!" she yelled at Elsie. "I've been itching all evening to 
get my hands on this stud!" 

Elsie, aghast, stepped aside. Riggs removed the jock-strap. 

Louise looked at Stanley Riggs like she had never seen him naked before. 

"My god, what a stud! Look, Carl, did you ever see such muscles on a man 
before? Good god, he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life!" 

She dropped to the floor and brought her head down to his feet. 

"Let me suck your toes," she begged. 

Stanley Riggs was almost as amused at the performance as Poole was. He 
figured Poole and Louise must have cooked up this scene on their walk to 
humiliate Carl, and he also figured they had their reasons. He decided to 
play along. 

"Yeah, suck 'em, bitch!" He lifted one bare foot and shoved most of his toes 
into Louise's mouth. She began to suck them hungrily, deliriously. Riggs 
realized that Louise, despite the fact that she was playing a scene, was 
also in the grip of a powerful sexual urge. He wondered if Poole had given 
her any of his little "magic" drugs. He always had plenty of them! 

After Louise had sucked the toes on one foot, he presented her with the 
other one. He smiled over at Carl. 

"Your wife sucks toes good, Giddins," he said. 

Carl's face was angry, but he was holding his emotions in. 

Riggs reached down and yanked Louise's head away from his feet by her hair. 
He tossed her roughly onto her back and squatted down over her face. 

"Lick my asshole!" he barked. 

Louise spread the cheeks of his ass with her hands and invited him to sit 
down hard on her mouth, which he did. 

"Owww, yeah!" Riggs said, smiling over at Carl. "Your wife sure sucks a good 
asshole. You're sure a lucky bastard to get that all the time!" 

Carl's fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles had turned white, but his 
face was an immobile mask. He stared back at Riggs with no expression 
whatever. 

Hubert Poole's eyes darted back and forth between the two men with great 
interest and amusement. 

Riggs pulled his ass away from Louise's face and backed up until his balls 
dangled over her chin. 

"Suck and lick my balls real good and I'll let you have a nice taste of my 
cock!" 

"Oh, thank you, thank you," Louise groaned. "I love your cock! It's the most 
beautiful one I've seen-outside of Hub-oh, I suppose I shouldn't say that!" 
She began slurping over his balls loudly. "Hmmmm-hmmmm-!" she sighed. Her 
voice caused a soft vibration against Stanley Riggs' nuts, and he felt his 
cock getting harder and harder. Normally he would have been embarrassed to 
be on display this way, but the act of humiliating Carl's wife in front of 
him was certainly a diverting experience. He sighed contentedly while Louise 
continued to suck on his nuts. 

Carl was livid! He would have liked to kill Stanley Riggs with a dull 
hatchet. But he dared not cause a scene in front of his boss. After all, the 
two visitors were related, even if only by marriage. 

"Owww, yyeeaahhh-!" Stanley Riggs moaned. "Her fuckin' tongue is so hot it's 
burnin' my nuts off. Owww, shit, she'll be eatin' toasted nuts in a minute!" 
He laughed loudly at his crude joke, and Hubert Poole joined in. 

Carl almost lost control, but he sat where he was, silently. He hadn't 
minded seeing his wife take the dominant role with Lockhart, but this was 
something else. It was the first time he'd ever seen her be a slave to a 
man. And yet-hadn't he made a slave out of her in the first place? Hadn't he 
shown her this new avenue of sexual pleasure? He refused to think about 
these things for the moment. 

Louise's body began to writhe around on the floor. She crossed and uncrossed 
her legs several times. Her cunt was on fire and she knew she'd have to take 
care of it soon. She didn't care what went in there now. 

"OH, FUCK ME!" she groaned, pulling her face away from Stanley Riggs' balls. 
"I'M ON FIRE! FUCK ME WITH YOUR COCK! PUT IT IN ME! PUT YOUR FOOT IN ME IF 
YOU WANT TO!" 

"Suck my dick first," Riggs said to her. "You can't have my cock in your 
pussy until it's been in your throat." 

"YES!" Louise almost screamed. "I'LL DO ANYTHING TO HAVE YOUR COCK IN MY 
PUSSY! I'LL SUCK IT! I'LL SUCK IT AND SWALLOW YOUR LOAD! I'LL DRINK YOUR 
PISS! ANYTHING!" 

Carl almost flew off the sofa. He couldn't take much more of this. His face 
was turning an angry red, and his fists were clenched so tightly they ached. 

The miserable motherfucker! he thought. Shag-assing my wife right in front 
of me! Just because Poole's here! And why does Louise pretend to like it so 
much? 

Elsie went and kneeled in front of Poole. 

"Could I suck you while you watch?" she asked. 

"If you think you can take it all," Poole said, unzipping his fly and 
hauling out his whopper. 

"I'll try, sir." Elsie bent her head and began to gobble. 

Stanley Riggs started doing pushups over Louise's face now. He was burying 
his cock all the way down her throat each time his athletic body descended. 
She grabbed his buttocks and began to regulate his tempo. He slapped her 
hands roughly away and pumped faster into her throat. She simply took it, 
squirming in ecstasy while she did. 

Poole pushed Elsie's face out of his lap. 

"You are one lousy cocksucker, girl," he said. "But I'm sure you'll improve 
with practice. 

Get on your hands and knees and shove your ass up here. I'm gonna eat your 
pussy while I watch!" 

Elsie assumed the position he suggested, and the big man got off the chair 
on which he was sitting and knelt down behind her. He pushed her head all 
the way to the floor, rump high. Then he brought his mouth to her pussy from 
the rear and began to stab between the lips with his big tongue. He was able 
to look over her back and watch the action between Riggs and Louise. 

"Where are the Irish broads?" Poole whispered, lowering his face for a 
moment. 

"Upstairs, sir. They were told not to come down tonight." 

"That's okay. I can see them another time. How's Rose's pussy?" 

"Almost healed. I think she dreams about you, sir. 

Poole went back to Elsie's red-haired pussy with relish. His favorite sex 
was raping virgins. 

Next came fucking. But when he was out of the mood for these two, he found a 
good pussy to eat ample compensation. Elsie had one of the sweetest ones 
he'd ever tasted. It was so moist his tongue was constantly coated with her 
hot juices. It was while he ate her that he made up the plan he'd suggest to 
Louise later. 

Riggs finally pulled his cock out of Louise's throat. She begged him to come 
in her mouth, but he ignored her. 

"If you want my cock in your pussy now, you'll have to do what I tell you," 
Riggs said. 

"Anything!" Louise panted. 

"I want you to ride your husband piggy-back while I fuck you from behind," 
he said. 

Carl jumped to his feet. His face was purple with rage. 

"I'LL BE FUCKED IF-" he broke off. Poole and Riggs both stopped what they 
were doing and stared at him. "-IF THAT ISN'T A GOOD IDEA!" Carl finished. 
"Come on, Louise, I'll carry you around the room, like the man said." 

Louise used every muscle in her face to control the laughter that was 
bubbling up inside her. She jumped to her feet and ran over to Carl. 

"Oh, darling, what fun! To have you carrying me while this really wonderful, 
sexy man fucks my pussy! Oh, I could come just thinking about it!" 

Carl gritted his teeth, but he said nothing. He turned and grabbed each one 
of his wife's thighs in turn. Then he held her legs tightly around his 
waist, and she put her arms around his neck. 

Riggs was drooling over the sight of Louise's perfect little rump, the 
blonde lips of her vagina hanging down slightly, the lips already open in 
her passion. He went up behind her and began to kiss the golden globes of 
her buttocks, leaving wet trails all over them. He nuzzled his tongue into 
her little puckered asshole and probed gently. She simply sighed and held 
onto Carl more tightly. 

Then Riggs pushed his cock up between the hanging lips and felt it slide 
into the wet, steaming channel. Although Louise was a fairly tight fuck, she 
certainly had the most receptive pussy he'd ever stuck his dick into. 

Poole was so amused by the spectacle that he began to laugh into Elsie's 
cunt, and the vibrations almost pushed the girl over the edge. 

"Ohhhh, shhiittttt-!" Elsie moaned. "Eat it! Eat it!" 

"Okay, Giddins, walk!" Riggs said. Carl, still gritting his teeth in anger, 
began to walk slowly around the den, carrying Louise on his back as he went. 
Riggs followed, fucking in and out of the blonde's pussy and never missing a 
stroke. After four turns around the room, Carl was reaching the explosion 
point. His wife's moans and groans of pleasure were setting his brain on 
fire, and he realized he was reaching the brink of fury. He stopped walking. 

"I'm getting tired, Riggs. Can I drop her now?" 

"Sure, Giddins, sure. I think I'll let her sit on my cock now and see if she 
can pull a load out of it with her asshole!" 

"Whoopeeee!" Louise cried, climbing down. "My asshole is itching for it! 
Begging for it!" 

Carl groaned softly and went back to the sofa. He felt like burying his head 
in his hands, but he realized it wouldn't look too good. 

Fucking women! First my secretary quits me! Now my wife plays the whore in 
front of two men she's never met! 

Riggs stretched out on the floor. His pole stood straight up, freshly 
lubricated with the juices from Louise's hot cunt. 

Louise crouched over Riggs, facing him. Her lovely, full breasts swung 
lazily back and forth over his face. He bent his head up and began to lick 
each nipple in turn. 

"Owwww, yesssssss!" Louise sighed. Guiding his pole with her hand, she sank 
slowly back and let the shaft ride up into her rear channel. "That's what I 
call a cock in my ass! 

Oww! Ow! AH! I think it's going to make me come!" 

"Bob up and down on it!" Riggs gasped. "I'll come when you do!" 

"So will I!" Elsie said. Poole's tongue was wrecking her body, and she felt 
the eruption inside her about to take place. 

Louise began to bob up and down on Riggs' cock. She clutched her breasts at 
the same time and pinched her nipples. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell 
open. 

"UNGH! AAGGHH! OOOGGG! OOOFF! EEEAAAOOOWWW! she groaned. 

Carl stormed to the bar and poured a triple of bourbon. He downed it with 
one swallow. 

Poole had started to beat his meat while he ate Elsie's snatch. The 
red-haired pussy had his groin in a high state of excitement, and he broke 
his rule about only coming once an evening. In a few seconds the redhead 
heard him groan straight up into her hole and then she felt torrents of 
sticky cum begin to splash against her legs. The sensation of his groaning 
mouth took her over the edge, and she fell, fell, fell into an orgasm. 

Riggs was bobbing his ass up and down on the floor now, trying to match 
Louise's movements. Louise pulled and caressed her nipples. She was clearly 
in ecstasy. She had never realized until recently what exquisite pleasure 
could be had from taking a prick in her ass, and she intended to exploit her 
new-found knowledge in the future with any man who attracted her. If the 
cock was big enough, she decided, she would always consider a fair offer. 

"GGGUNGH! AAANNGGHH! UFHHH! AAGGHH!" Riggs had begun to moan loudly. 

"Yes!" Louise shouted. "Come now, darling! I'm going to come too! Oh, yes! 
Spurt your lovely cream into my ass. Oh, yes! Yes! That's it! That's it! 
I-I- AHHHHHHHHH!" She fell over backwards and Riggs' cock plopped out of her 
ass, still squirting over the two of them., Louise lay on the floor for 
several moments unable to move. The drug produced orgasms of a size that 
were absolutely shattering. She'd never felt so completely spent after sex. 

After a few moments, the dinner guests decided it was time to go. Carl 
cornered Poole. 

"Listen, boss, let's just make this one on the house, okay?" 

"Okay with me, Giddins." 

"I-I wondered-" 

"What, Giddins?" 

"Well-we seemed to be so close tonight, what with one thing and another-I 
was hoping perhaps you'd consider me for that vice-presidency that's coming 
up." 

"I'll consider it, Giddins," Poole said. "Believe me, I've watched your 
behavior tonight with great interest." 

Carl beamed. 

"I guess-if things work out for me-I'll have my wife to thank." 

Poole smiled a little cruelly. 

"Yes," he said. "There might be a great many things you'll credit your wife 
with doing!" 

Carl didn't notice Louise standing within earshot of his conversation with 
Poole. She went to the bar and fixed herself a strong drink. 

There's nothing, she thought, he wouldn't use me for to advance himself! 
What a perfect fool I've been! 

Louise saw Poole and Riggs to their car. 

"Why don't you leave him?" Poole asked. 

"You're the second person this week who's said that." 

"My dear," Poole continued, "if you and your charming ladies would like a 
center of operations that would be safe, private, luxurious, and truly 
profitable, I could finance you into such a place. You would have no need to 
worry about money until after your business became the most profitable one 
on the East Coast. And I'm sure that it would become just that!" 

Louise, like everyone else, was impressed with Poole's forceful manner, his 
absolute sureness concerning business matters. 

"Mr. Poole," Louise said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "I'm sure you'll 
be hearing from me in the very near future!" 

He drove away without another word. 

Carl was getting drunk in the den when she returned. She signaled to Elsie 
and they went upstairs and joined Muriel and Rose. 

"Lock the door and let's all sleep in here tonight," Louise said. "I have a 
feeling my husband is going to throw one hell of a fit before the evening's 
over!" 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Carl was angry and worried when he drove home. There had been an emergency 
call at two in the afternoon for him to come home at once. There had been no 
explanation. 

He pulled up in his driveway and noticed several other cars parked around. 
His first thought was that an accident had taken place, but Louise didn't 
even have a car to drive. 

He'd made sure of that! 

But why the people? Whose cars were these? Wasn't that one Lockhart's? He 
hurried to the front door. It was open. He went in. The house seemed empty. 
He could only just hear music and laughter from the den, so soundproof was 
the room. 

Doesn't look like anything too serious has happened! he thought. People are 
laughing and drinking in there! If that bitch had me called home for some 
unimportant- Then he opened the door of the den and looked in. What he saw 
made his blood freeze! 

Two men were lying on the floor, head to head, nude. Louise, also nude 
except for leather boots that were laced all the way up her thighs, was 
squatting over their faces. She was moving her pussy back and forth and the 
men were taking turns licking it. 

Rose was dressed like a child of five or six. She had on a frilly little 
dress with a skirt that stopped at her white cotton panties. Her hair was 
hanging in Shirley Temple curls, and she carried a large baby doll. A man 
was kneeling in front of her dressed in a large diaper, and nothing else. 
His face was bobbing between Rose's thighs and he was trying to push the 
panties away from the vagina with his nose. Each time he succeeded and 
started to lick the girl's pussy lips with his tongue, she shoved him away 
roughly with her foot. Then the man would sit back on his heels and cry like 
a baby until he tried again. 

Elsie and Nina Baldwin were tied nude to the overhead bar, their arms 
stretched straight up over their heads, and their feet barely touching the 
floor. 

They were then tied around the waist, facing each other, their bodies bound 
tightly together. Two men in executioner's masks and nothing else were 
standing on either side of the girls with leather paddles. They played a 
game of turning the girls from side to side, and taking swipes at their bare 
buttocks each time they swung by. 

Carl stood in the doorway for a long time unobserved. He was so shocked by 
the scene that he couldn't have moved, anyway. The sight of his secretary 
participating in a bizarre sex game was the final straw! It seemed that 
nothing in his life was as it should be, and he wondered for a moment if he 
could have been dreaming! 

Finally, Louise looked up from her crouching position and saw him. She did 
not give him her usual friendly smile. Her face became serious. "Excuse me," 
Louise said to the two men who were eating her out. She stood up and walked 
over to Carl. 

"I thought it was time you saw exactly what's been happening around here 
while you're at work. I also want you to know that it's been going on ever 
since the night you brought Mike Lockhart over here. It's strictly a 
business, run on a very professional level, and we've been making a large 
amount of money, which I share equally with the girls, except for another 
cut I take for providing the facilities and managing the club." 

"CLUB?" 

"That's right, darling. A private sex club, you might say. Nobody is 
admitted here unless he's recommended by a current member, and is brought in 
person. Darling Mike has been supplying us with loads of customers. And 
then, of course, those men bring others. But my best suppliers of all, ever 
since our little dinner party the other night, is your boss!" 

"Hu-Hubert Poole?" Carl asked. He was having difficulty talking, and his 
face had grown pale. 

"Hubert Poole, the one and only." 

Carl's voice turned to ice. 

"Then you've become a common whore after all!" 

"Oh, don't start calling names, darling. If I'm a common whore, doesn't that 
make you a common pimp?" 

He made a fist which he intended to smash into her mouth, but he resisted 
the urge. He didn't want to start a fight with so many men in the room. 
Besides that, he recognized a couple of them as business associates of 
Poole's. 

"And just how did my secretary get in on this?" Carl asked. 

"Oh-Nina! What a darling she turned out to be! Why didn't you tell me more 
about her? I knew you fucked her, of course, but you never told me a thing 
about her charm and her beauty-" 

"You've turned her into a whore, haven't you, you goddamned bitch?" 

"Tch! Tch! Such language, darling! Why don't you take off your clothes and 
hang around? 

Poole knows you're here, and what you're seeing. He arranged for the 
emergency telephone call-" Carl was too stunned at the moment to say another 
word. He shrank back into a corner and refused to look at his wife. Louise 
shrugged her shoulders and returned to the two men. She squatted back down 
over their faces and began to rub her pussy slowly back and forth. The men 
were masturbating obscenely. Carl was disgusted with the spectacle, but it 
really wasn't any worse than plenty of other things he'd seen lately. He 
went to the bar and fixed a drink, downed it, and fixed another. 

Muriel Higgins was dressed like a milkmaid. A large, attractive man was 
positioned on all fours. Muriel, seated on a round wooden stool, was pulling 
the man's penis like a cow teat. 

A small bucket was under the man, ready to catch his cream when he shot. 
From time to time, he made loud cow noises. 

The men who were paddling Elsie and Nina finally stopped, exhausted. The 
girls' asses were almost purple-red, and welts appeared everywhere. From the 
way they had begun to grind their crotches and asses together, it was 
obvious to anyone watching that the paddlings had inflamed their sexual 
desires, and the men decided to take advantage of that situation with no 
further delay. They removed their executioner's masks. 

"Take 'em down," Jamie Bottomley said to Al Huber. "I'll untie their feet!" 

The girls were lowered to the floor, side by side. The carpeting began to 
prick their sore asses like tiny needles. They looked up at the men and 
opened their thighs. 

"Fucking shit!" Al Huber shouted, "did you ever see two little pussies as 
pretty as those?" 

"Never," Jamie said. "Fucking them is almost a violation of the Pure Foods 
Act, isn't it?" 

"Right on!" 

The men, on cue, squatted between the women's thighs, leaned over, and 
buried their faces in the snatches they'd been admiring. Al took Elsie's, 
and Jamie began to slurp loudly into Nina's. Jamie had had a special 
fondness for Nina ever since the day he raped her. No other woman under the 
circumstances, he felt, could have gotten so passionate! 

Al buried his tongue deeply into Elsie's hole. It was steaming. The heat 
that came out almost burned his face. He knew that the redhead responded to 
an ass-beating almost as passionately as Muriel Higgins. Juices were running 
out onto his tongue, and he licked and tasted everything he could find. 

"Ahhhhh!" Elsie half sighed and half grunted. "Eat it good!" 

The man in the diaper had creamed so many times he was feeling 
uncomfortable. Rose, who had been well trained now, knew it was time to give 
him what he wanted. She pulled down the lacy cotton panties and, still 
clutching her doll tightly to her side, bent over on all fours and presented 
her ass to him. She stared back at him and sucked her thumb while he moved 
his face in and began to lick her pussy lips from the rear. The sensation 
was wonderful! She twitched her little round ass and the man went wild. He 
began to plant kisses all over the white, soft cheeks. They had been dusted 
with baby powder and the smell almost drove him insane! 

Louise repositioned the men under her. She had them lie with their crotches 
together, their legs entwined. This was the specialty they had paid for, and 
their cocks were throbbing and hard as steel in anticipation. 

"Now just scoot together a little more," Louise said. "I know it's a tight 
squeeze, but try to get your cocks a little closer together. There! That 
should do it!" 

Carl watched what his wife did in horror! She squatted back down over the 
mens' bodies. 

Her cunt was dripping from the mouth jobs they'd given it, and it was open 
and ready. She grabbed both cocks and, holding them together, began to sink 
the two big heads between the lips of her vagina. 

She'll kill herself! Carl thought. Good! Serve her right! 

The cockheads seemed to stick for a moment. 

Louise took a deep breath and her expression became determined. She sank 
down again, harder. Both heads disappeared between the lips of her vagina. 

"Ungh!" Louise grunted. 

She lifted one leg higher than the other, so that she was half-crouching, 
half-kneeling. She began to rotate her pelvis slowly around while she 
continued to grip the two cocks. In a moment the twin poles began to 
disappear inside her. They were both finding the right passage now, it 
became a little easier to sink down harder. With one mighty lunge, she got 
the dicks halfway in. 

I must remember to get some of the pills from Hubert Poole before I try this 
again! Louise thought. But she was not discouraged. 

It took several more minutes, but finally the two cocks were inside her as 
far as they could go. She felt pubic hair tickling her from the front and 
back, and she was so beautifully stretched her loins turned to hot lead. She 
positioned herself into a full crouch now, and, throwing her arms above her 
head, began to bob up and down, up and down- Carl stormed over to her. 

"I'm not going to stand for this! Not a fucking whorehouse being operated in 
my own home!" 

Louise was panting hard now. The men under her had never felt a sensation 
like it. Their cocks were pressed together so hard inside the fabulous 
blonde's cunt that they knew her pussy walls must be stretched to the 
breaking point. Still, she managed to slide up and down, and she was so wet 
inside she did this with ease. The men began to groan. 

"Fuck off for a little while, will you, darling?" Louise said to Carl. "As 
you can see, what I'm doing takes a great deal of concentration!" Her face 
was flushed, and her brow was beginning to perspire, but the expression on 
her face was one of pure delight. 

"Yeah, man!" one of the men under Louise said. "Fuck off, huh? You're 
ruining her concentra-concentra-ooow! Ahhhhh, sheeeiiittttt! Ahhh, fucking 
shit!" His words trailed off in a sea of moanings and groanings. 

Carl backed over to the sofa. He sat down and waited for a while, knowing 
that when Louise was finished with these two men he'd have a chance to haul 
her out of the den and lay down the law to her. 

Lockhart was in the little closet-room again, watching through the one-way 
mirror. He couldn't understand why Carl Giddins had shown up at this time of 
day, even if it was his own house. He and the beautiful blonde whore always 
seemed to be fighting. Probably over money. He wondered why. With the money 
they charged, there surely must be enough to go around. 

Lockhart centered his attention on the shagging the blonde was getting from 
two men at once. He'd seen that done before, but the blonde was the most 
beautiful woman he'd ever seen take it that way. He watched her body, 
glistening with sweat, while she bobbed up and down on the double package 
with her arms thrown over her head. Her perfect breasts bounced to the 
rhythm of her movements. Her waist looked small enough to circle with one 
hand. Her hips had the flare of a classic nude statue, and the thighs and 
legs were fabulous! Not an inch of the golden skin of her body had turned to 
fat, and she had a soft muscularity that the man almost swooned on. He was 
naked, beating his meat, and indulging in fantasies. When he remembered how 
the blonde had looked with a whip in her hand, he almost lost his load! 

Louise began to grind down hard now, clamping with her cunt muscles in ways 
she didn't know she knew. The cocks inside her felt like they were being 
squeezed in a vise. The men began to groan more loudly than ever, and 
Louise's own sounds came up to match theirs. She realized that she could 
drive men insane with this technique, if she practiced, and the feeling of 
power that came over her added to her sexual stimulation. 

"YEAH!" she shouted, "LET'S FEEL THOSE FUCKING, LOUSY DICKS UP THERE IN MY 
HOLE, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! LET ME FEEL BOTH OF YOU FUCKING ME AT ONCE, YOU 
SHIT-EATING BASTARDS! TEAR MY HOLE OUT WITH YOUR GODDAMNED HORSE DICKS!" 

Both men began to buck their hips simultaneously. They were matching 
Louise's strokes, and after a while she looked like she was riding a bucking 
bull. 

"YOOOOWWWEEEEEE!" she screamed. 

Elsie and Nina were taking it in the ass now. They were side by side, their 
rumps high in the air, resting on their elbows. Al Huber and Jamie Bottomley 
were kneeling behind them, pushing the meat into their rectums brutally. 

Elsie smiled when she saw what Louise was doing. 

"Ever wonder how that would feel?" she asked Nina. 

"Shit," Nina answered, "I used to do that one with my father and uncle!" 

Elsie simply stared at the other girl, wondering why she'd always assumed 
that secretaries were only ruined by their bosses. 

The man Muriel was milking was watching the doublefuck action as well. He 
moo'd loudly and began to shoot his load into the bucket. When he was 
finished, Muriel smiled at him, tipped the bucket to her lips, and began to 
drink the juice as it oozed out. When she was finished she wiped her mouth, 
and their game had ended. 

Jamie and Al were pumping harder and harder into Elsie and Nina. When the 
girls felt hot loads begin to jet out and splash their bowels, they reached 
down and pinched their clits until their own orgasms started. The four of 
them were howling and groaning as they collapsed in a heap together on the 
floor. 

The man in the diaper tongued Rose to a climax. When he felt her young cunt 
begin to convulse on his probing lick-stick, he sent another load of his cum 
gushing into the cotton fabric that was pinned around his middle. He lay 
back on the floor then and began to cry loudly and kick his feet. 

"Don't fret!" Rose said, yanking up her panties and turning to him. "Mama 
will change baby now." She went off in search of a fresh diaper. 

"Shit!" Lockhart cursed, watching his seed splash the window in front of 
him. He hadn't meant to come until Louise finished her scene on the two 
cocks, but all the excitement of today's party had blasted him off 
prematurely. He continued to watch while he waited for his bloated cock to 
shrink. 

The men under Louise were almost moaning in pain now. Their orgasms were 
coming together, prompted by the steady squeezing the blonde was giving them 
with her cunt muscles, and they could tell from her cries that she was at 
the same point. 

Just then Carl let out a scream of rage! He ran over and pulled his wife off 
the cocks just as they started to squirt. Cum flew high in the air, but 
Louise was being dragged across the floor, unsatisfied, her own orgasm just 
a hair away. 

"Let go of me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed, and pulled away from him. 

Carl's fist shot out and smashed into her face. She stumbled and fell back 
against the men she'd just been fucking. They hadn't seen what had happened, 
and their eyes were tightly shut now in their passion. 

Carl hauled Louise to her feet and hit her again, this time knocking her in 
the other direction. She stumbled against the bar, inches away from the 
mirror that Lockhart was looking through. 

Lockhart stormed out of the little room and headed for the den. When he 
opened the door, the blonde and Carl were face to face, shouting each other 
down. 

"Slut! Shit slut! You think I don't have a social standing to maintain? 
Doing a business right here in the house?" 

"You won't have this house to worry about pretty soon!" Louise snarled. 
"Poole's letting you go. He told me!" 

Carl slapped her again. 

"Fucking liar! If he does fire me it'll be because you told him to! Yeah, my 
own wife getting me fired because she makes her living now as a fucking 
whore!" 

His wife? Lockhart thought. This woman that he charged a thousand dollars 
for is his wife? Why the miserable- "FUCKING WHORE!" Carl yelled. 

"FUCKING PIMP!" Louise yelled back. 

"FUCKING CREEP!" Lockhart yelled. He grabbed Carl by his shirt collar, swung 
him around, and planted a fist in his mouth. Carl went straight back and out 
like light. 

"Wife beaters!" Lockhart said, rubbing his hands. "They're all creeps!" 

"Thanks, Mike," Louise said, smiling through a split lip. 

"Think nothing of it-uh-Mrs. Giddins!" 

Louise smiled. "So now you know." 

"Oh," Mike said, blushing. "Another thing-" 

"Yes?" 

"Well-I'm afraid I messed up the glass in there again." 

"All part of the services, Mike. No trouble at all." Louise turned to the 
roomful of startled observers. "Party's over for today, ladies and 
gentlemen." 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Hubert Poole accepted a glass of champagne from Louise. He sipped it in 
silence for a moment, then he spoke. 

"You've certainly exceeded my every expectation, my dear. And your idea of 
opening up a women's branch was a stroke of genius. I've always found women 
more reliable as businessmen than men." 

"You're making me a very wealthy woman, Hubert," Louise said. "I suppose 
I've tried extra hard, to make you proud of me." 

"And you've succeeded. I'm very proud." 

They were seated, dressed in evening clothes, in the foyer. The front room 
of the private club looked like the entrance to a fashionable gambling 
casino. The room was richly carpeted and furnished. Priceless crystal 
chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and waiters were in attendance 
everywhere, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvre on silver trays. 

Dress required at the club had been casual but respectable. Tonight, for the 
first time, men and women mingled together in the foyer and evening wear was 
mandatory. It was the inauguration of the women's branch, with a special 
stage show for the ladies and unbridled sex of any sort they wanted 
afterwards. 

Behind the foyer, through the several doors, were rooms specializing in 
hundreds of different activities to please the most jaded of libertines. The 
women would have their separate pleasure quarters. 

"Would you like to see the show?" Louise asked, standing. "It'll start in a 
few minutes. 

Most of the ladies have gone in." 

"I didn't think men were allowed," Poole said. 

"Silly, we'll watch from the viewing room, through the one-way mirror." 

"I forgot-the place is growing so fast." 

He took her arm and they walked through a door that led to a private room, 
luxuriously appointed. 

They sank down on soft chairs and continued to sip champagne while they 
watched the women arrive and be seated around the small, circular stage. 
They were an expensive lot-representing some of the wealthiest women from 
all over the world. Many were elderly dowagers, and some were the 
respectable-matron type found in good shops in all of the major cities. A 
few women were extremely glamorous-movie stars who were currently popular 
and some who were faded-jet-setters and senior citizens, gathered together 
for a new kind of thrill. Furs and diamonds were everywhere. 

"Do you think your husband will eventually cause trouble for you?" Poole 
asked. "If he ever does, I can have him zapped!" 

"No, no," Louise answered. "Carl and I have a good understanding now. I'm 
helping him financially and he knows it.'" 

"I'm shocked that you ever married a man of that calibre." 

"Well, he's very handsome, you know. At least he is to women." 

"I suppose so. Oh, look, the show is beginning." 

They watched and saw the lights slowly dim in the room. Then a pin-spot 
began to shine down on the center of the little stage, and a man's body 
could be seen. The ladies in the audience leaned forward. They were seated 
in two circular rows around the stage. 

When the light came up full, the man could be seen clearly. He was chained 
between two posts. He wore boots, a leather jock strap, and an eye mask. His 
body was muscular and shiny, and the skin glistened in the light from the 
spot. The women in the audience began to applaud. The man's body had met 
with their approval. 

He stood, slumped, as though he had fainted. Then soft music began to swell 
up in the room, from hidden speakers, and his eyes flickered behind the 
little slots on the mask. His head began to raise itself and he looked at 
the audience for the first time. Two women appeared, also dressed in 
leather. They strode out in tight jumpsuits of the black material, and they 
slowly unzipped the fronts, exposing their nude bodies underneath. 

When the women had undressed completely they walked over to the man. Their 
movements were similar to a dance, and they did everything in time to the 
music from the speakers. 

One woman had platinum blonde hair, and the other was a raven-haired 
brunette. 

First they ran their hands lightly over his body, feeling his muscles, 
touching and exploring him as though they had never seen a man before. They 
caressed his arms, his chest, stomach, thighs, buttocks, feet. When they 
were finished, they moved to one another and began to caress each other's 
bodies in the exact same manner, pretending that they were comparing the 
differences. Their bodies were perfection, like the man's and the light on 
the stage gave the three actors a pinkish glow that made their skin seem 
exquisitely textured. 

Suddenly, the women drew apart and angry expressions crossed their faces. 
They pointed accusingly at the man, and they seemed to blame him for not 
being as beautiful as they were. They picked up long whips from the floor 
and advanced on him. 

Cries of delight went up from the spectators. Several women had hoisted 
their long skirts up around their waists and were openly playing with 
themselves. 

The women on the stage donned their own eye masks then, and raised their 
whips. 

CRACK! 

The whips descended, one across his back and another across his buttocks. 
His body jerked with pain, and the audience knew that the flogging was the 
real thing. The ladies who were treated to the rear view of the man saw long 
red welts appear across his back and ass. The brunette on the stage cried 
out to the audience. 

"He will soon be our slave, ladies!" 

Another cheer went up from the spectators. The women on the stage raised 
their whips and cracked them down again, leaving two more angry red lines 
across the man's tender flesh. 

"How can he take this every performance?" Poole asked Louise. 

"There's only one performance each night, and that's all he gets from the 
whips." 

The naked women put their whips down then and inspected the damage they did. 
They seemed pleased with the red marks they'd made. They turned the man's 
body this way and that, letting all of the onlookers see the whip marks. 
They smiled. The blonde spoke to the audience this time. 

"He is our slave now, ladies!" 

The women in the audience began to applaud wildly. 

Then hands moved to the man's crotch, and the masked women began to unfasten 
his leather jock strap. When they pulled it away his cock sprang out, erect. 
It was at least eleven inches long, and most of the women in the audience 
would have killed for a touch or a taste of it. 

"You see?" the blonde called to the spectators again. "It will not be wise 
to be gentle with him, ladies. For in a moment, he will be yours to do with 
as you wish. Our slave has shown how our dominance excites him, and the 
rougher you treat him the better he'll serve you. I would suggest that 
before we send him into the audience, every lady present lift her skirt and 
remove any underwear that will hinder him from licking her pussy. We will 
bind his hands behind his back, and he will kneel before each of you in 
turn!" 

A loud cheer and much applause went up. There was a flurry of activity while 
the women hoisted their evening clothes into position. Sweet aromas of body 
powder and perfume could be smelled everywhere, mingled with the sexual 
odors of excited pussies warming up. 

"It's a fine show, Louise," Poole said. "Congratulations." 

"Thanks." 

"In fact, it's getting me hotter'n hell! How about giving me a blow job for 
old times' sake?" 

"How about a pill before I wrap my mouth around that jumbo of yours?" 

"Sure." He took one from a small box in his pocket and handed it to her. 
"You have enough in supply here?" 

"Yes. Enough for a year, I'd say. I just forgot to bring one with me." She 
giggled. "I didn't think I'd need it." 

Hubert Poole had already slid his trousers and shorts down his massive 
thighs. Louise crouched between his legs. She teased the giant head for 
several seconds, getting everything wet and ready. She slid her tongue up 
and down and around the shaft. In another few seconds the gargantuan cock 
was slimy with spit. At the same instant, the drug took effect in her brain 
and she drove the thick slab of meat all the way into her throat. 

"AAHHHHHGGGHHH!" Poole groaned, pressing the back of her head with his 
hands. He relaxed and let her suck at her own tempo while he continued to 
watch the show. 

The man on the stage was nude now, except for the boots and mask. His jock 
strap had been removed and his cock swung out in front of him. When his 
hands were secured behind his back, he stepped down into the audience. The 
first lady he approached was a woman in her fifties. Her thighs, splayed out 
nakedly in front of him, were fat. Her pussy, open and steaming, was covered 
with dark reddish hair. The woman's mouth opened wide in a smile, showing a 
set of false teeth. 

"SUCK IT!" she almost screamed. 

A roar of approval came up from the audience. 

The man knelt down in front of her and bent forward, burying his face 
between the fat thighs. 

"UNGH! AAAKKK! EEEGGG!" the woman grunted loudly. "AHHHH, YES, MY BEAUTY! 

THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE MY PUSSY SUCKED!" She continued to groan for several 
minutes, and then the man pulled away. 

"Unless you ladies have quick orgasms," the brunette called from the stage, 
"he won't be able to bring each of you off at the moment. He has a lot of 
pussy to suck down there tonight, and we have lots of other games planned as 
well!" 

There was general approval from the audience. 

The man spent several minutes on each cunt, and nobody felt cheated when he 
was finished. Several women had orgasms the second he touched their flesh, 
but he continued to suck them until they'd had a chance to experience his 
talented tongue in every area of their pubes. 

Louise pulled up from Poole's cock. "How's it going in there?" 

"Great," Poole answered. "This club will be the talk of the world. Too bad 
everybody isn't rich enough to enjoy it." 

The next step of the show was to have the man crawl under the women's skirts 
and between their legs with a dildo shoved firmly up his ass. Each lady was 
given a leather paddle, and they had permission to take one swing down and 
slap his buttocks as he crawled through. The women joined in the game with 
as much laughter and enthusiasm as if they were playing charades. 

The brunette from the stage administered the dildo. It was at least twelve 
inches long, and the man cringed in pain when it was inserted in his rectum. 

"You'll notice, ladies, that he feels the same pain that you and I would 
feel. But he doesn't complain, does he? No, because he has been whipped and 
broken to our will!" 

The words triggered off several of the ladies in the audience, and they 
fingered themselves to violent orgasms. 

When the dildo was in place, the man began his slow crawl under the spread 
legs. The paddles came down again and again and again. His buttocks were 
bright scarlet now, but none of the women seemed able to swing hard enough 
to cause welts. 

"Fucking shit!" Hubert Poole groaned. "This is a sensation! You're a fucking 
show-woman, Louise!" Louise gagged a little coming back off his cock. 

"When he goes through again, each of the ladies will be given permission to 
yank the dildo out and shove it in again." 

"Fantastic!" Poole shoved her head back down and his cock lodged firmly in 
her gullet. 

She sucked him as expertly as she had done on the beach that first night, 
and many times after that. He felt a curious sort of love for this fabulous 
blonde, and he knew that for the rest of their lives, they would never be 
very far apart. 

Poole watched the man get brutalized by the giant dildo, and then a sort of 
pandemonium broke out in the small theater. The ladies were invited to 
approach the man, one by one, and use him in any way they saw fit for two 
minutes. This included smacking his face, pinching his nipples, kicking him, 
pissing on him, anything they wanted. Some of the women were shy when they 
started, and became bolder before their two minutes were up. 

Others were aggressively sadistic for the entire time. Others were soft and 
tender, almost motherly. One lovely brunette movie queen punched him in the 
stomach so hard he doubled over on the floor and stayed out for the two 
minutes she was allotted. 

The masked women hauled him to his feet then and led him back to the stage. 

"Every show has a finale, ladies, and this one is a beauty. Our slave will 
sit on this little swivel stool with his legs spread wide. The stool will 
turn automatically around and around so that each and every one of you will 
have a chance to see him-" she paused for dramatic effect "-beat his meat!" 

It was a stroke of genius, Hubert Poole decided. Many women had never had 
the opportunity to see a man engage in his most pleasurable solitary 
occupation. If Louise hadn't been sucking him so expertly at that moment, 
he'd have yanked her up and kissed her violently! 

The man sat gingerly down on the stool. His ass was flaming red from the 
paddling it had gotten, and the dildo had left his rectum sore and tender. 
But his cock was still hard and the ladies were completely fascinated by his 
masturbation technique. He held a bottle of hand lotion over the stiff pole 
first, and squirted a liberal amount of the thick fluid all over the head 
and shaft. Then he brought his fist down and coated the skin until it was 
glistening. 

His hand movements were slow at first, but when the cock began to swell even 
harder and throb, he increased the tempo. 

The masked women slid to the floor at his feet then. They began to rotate at 
the same speed as the stool. 

Revolving stage? Poole thought. Leave it to Louise! 

The women had their heads shoved between his thighs but they didn't block 
anybody's view of the cock and balls while her jerked off. They turned their 
faces up, waiting. Gasps and sighs could be heard from the onlookers, and 
several of the ladies had begun to play with themselves again. 

"Ahhhhhhh-!" Poole sighed. Louise was twisting his big nuts and gobbling him 
like a fiend. He wouldn't be able to hold off much longer! 

The man on the stage had made a blur of his fist now. He half rose from the 
stool and his thighs bulged with big muscles while he pointed her jerking 
meat at the faces of the women between his legs. He seemed to take a special 
pleasure in directing his cum into their faces-almost as though he was 
getting back at them for the beating they'd administered. The psychological 
effect was perfect. Every woman watching imagined she had beaten him. Now 
they imagined that his cream was going to splash into their own faces and 
mouths. 

Suddenly the man's abdomen tightened. His fist moved so fast it was 
difficult to see what was happening. Then he let out a cry and held his cock 
perfectly still. The big veins in it bulged and the shaft gave one violent 
throb before the cum began to shoot out. 

The masked women opened their mouths. Gobs of the thick load splattered 
their cheeks and chins and noses. More flew into their mouths and they began 
to lick it to the backs of their throats. When the squirting stopped, they 
took turns licking the remainder of the cream from the shaft and head of the 
big cock. 

One woman in the audience fainted from passion. 

"Suck me faster, Louise," Poole gasped. "I have to shoot now. I have to let 
my load go!" 

Louise began to suck him wildly! 

The two masked women stood up and, smiling at the audience, wiped the semen 
from their faces. 

"That was our little stage entertainment, ladies," the brunette said. "Now, 
those of you who feel inclined can enter through the large door at the back 
of the room. There will be maids to assist you in undressing, and you may 
feel free to roam through the various rooms until you find a male attendant 
whom you think will fulfill your every fantasy!" 

Cheers and applause went up and the stage light went out. The masked man 
made a hasty exit. The women in the audience pushed and shoved in their 
impatience to enter the inner sanctums. 

"GAAAAAGH!" Poole groaned loudly. His cum was drenching Louise's throat now, 
and he knew she was having difficulty swallowing it all, but he held her 
down until the last drop had spurted out. Just as his climax was receding, 
the door of the viewing room burst open and the actor from the performance 
walked in. He took off his mask. 

"How'd I do?" 

Louise came up off Poole's cock. She wiped her mouth and smiled at the man. 

"Fine, Carl, fine. At least I think you did. As you can see, I've been a 
little busy. Didn't have time to watch all of it." 

Carl beamed. "Do you think there'll be a raise in it for me? I mean, you 
think I really worked out?" 

"That'll depend," Poole said, shoving his whopper back into his trousers. "I 
thought you gave a good show tonight. We'll watch with interest in the 
future, to make sure you continue to give good performances. Then raises can 
be negotiated." 

"Of course, Mr. Poole," Carl said. 

"Right now," Hubert Poole added, "I think you better get down there and cool 
your wife off. 

She's always hotter than a two-dollar pistol after she sucks me!" 

"Sure, Mr. Poole. Anything you say!" 

Louise pulled up her skirt and laid back on the floor of the small room. 
Carl flattened himself on his stomach and brought his mouth to his wife's 
steaming pussy. She stroked his hair. 

"Yes darling," Louise moaned, "you're doing it just right now!" It seemed 
like an eternity since her husband had worried about his inability to get an 
erection. 


THE END
