BH-6514  Horny Hostage
[aka 'The Sex Connection']
by Richard B. Long


INTRODUCTION 

"The greatest of evils and the worst of crimes is poverty," said George 
Bernard Shaw in the preface to Major Barbara, published in 1907. And even 
earlier, the French critic Paul Valery wrote, in his Introduction to the 
Method of Leonardo da Vinci (1895), "All criticism is dominated by the 
outworn theory that the man is the cause of the work as in the eyes of the 
law the criminal is the cause of the crime. Far rather are they both the 
effects." 

Both Shaw and Valery, in different ways, recognized something that many 
writers and speakers on crime even in our supposedly enlightened times do 
not. Crime is a relative thing. Sometimes it is a flagrant outrage against 
something every moral and ethical sense we possess tells us is right. 
Sometimes it is an act that has been arbitrarily created by the law itself. 

Perhaps the most obvious example in the memories of many people still alive 
in the United States is Prohibition. Under this amendment to the 
Constitution, it became against the law to drink alcoholic beverages. Seldom 
has a law been so useless as well as so misguided. Prohibition did not end 
drink; Repeal did not increase the amount of alcohol consumed. Before, 
during and after Prohibition, people who wanted to drink went on doing so; 
others did not. Only the zealots ever considered it a real crime, and 
history has proven how wrong and silly they were. 

The human race as a whole is supposed to profit by such mistakes, but there 
is considerable evidence to indicate that it does not. This was pointed out 
recently by Alexander B. Smith, professor of sociology at the John Jay 
College of Criminal Justice of the City University of New York, and Harriet 
Polack, assistant professor of government at the same university. Their 
argument on the relativity of criminality is worth thinking about. Among 
other things, they said: 

"We are in a similar position today. Our gambling and drug laws particularly 
have created a situation in which an enormous organized crime industry 
thrives on satisfying a consumer demand that cannot be met legitimately. 
Worse yet, the efforts to cope with the crime wave resulting from our 
unenforceable drug and gambling laws is destroying our criminal justice 
system and rendering it incapable of dealing with criminals who violate laws 
that might, under better circumstances, be reasonably enforceable ... 

"Not only are moral laws frequently counterproductive in terms of their 
causing more crime than they prevent, but their enforcement is particularly 
dangerous to civil liberties since crimes resulting from their violation 
have no victims. The prostitute's client has not been forcibly seduced; the 
housewife who bets a quarter on the numbers has not been robbed; the dope 
user has harmed only himself. Because there are no victims available to 
testify for the state, the burden of producing enough evidence for the 
prosecution rests entirely on the police. It is this need for evidence to 
make morals offense violations 'stick' that traditionally has produced the 
greatest number of civil liberties violations by the police ..." 

This is not a statement of an anti-police position; it is inherently 
sympathetic to the law enforcement officers and their problems. As the 
recent bestselling book and hit movie, The French Connection, showed 
clearly, the policeman who acts most effectively against offenders in this 
area is frequently "rewarded" by demotion to an area in which he can no 
longer use his effectiveness. The present novel, The Sex Connection by 
Richard B. Long, shows another aspect of the same problem. 

In this fast-paced and thoroughly gripping story, we meet two criminals, the 
appositely named Moon and Sky, without being given any indication originally 
of what their crime has been. We get to know them and begin to understand 
them only gradually as we see them through the eyes of Linda Maddison, a 
young and innocent secretary to a bank official. The crimes they commit 
against Linda are certainly real and reprehensible enoughbut the thoughtful 
reader will want to know what forces drove them to this desperate fugitive 
state, and may also ask himself if they are really any more evil than Paul 
Cook, the eminently respectable bank security officer who "merely" wants to 
cheat on his wife and enjoy the delights of Linda's blossoming body without 
the formality of marrying her. 

Certainly Linda undergoes torment, humiliation and shame. She loses her 
original innocencebut finds it replaced by experience and wisdom that 
perhaps is considerably more worthwhile. In the end, her ideas about the 
law, and its underlying moral and ethical foundation, have changed entirely, 
but she is a new and better person thereby: at one and the same time more 
sensual and more sensible. She has, through her undeniably shocking and 
degrading experiences, acquired a sounder and healthier perspective on her 
own life and the world around her. 

We hope and expect that the reader of The Sex Connection will acquire a new 
perspective, too. We have no doubt that in the final analysis it will be 
rated a much more profound work than it may appear at the first superficial 
glance. 

The Publishers 


Chapter One 

"I thought three o'clock would never come!" Linda said as she fitted her 
lithe, slender body into the front seat of the powerful Jaguar. 

"Did the other girls say anything about your leaving early?" Paul asked as 
they pulled out of the parking lot. 

"I told them I was going to have my hair done," Linda replied, reaching over 
to take Paul's hand. "And that I was going out of town for the weekend, in 
case anyone tried to get in touch with me." 

Paul Cook nodded approvingly and directed the Jaguar through the early 
rush-hour traffic, heading for the freeway that would take them to the ocean 
and the beach house where he planned to spend the next two days with the 
girl beside him. 

Linda sat quietly for a few minutes and, as soon as they were on the 
freeway, twisted about in her seat. "You won't mind if I get comfortable?" 
she asked, cocking a quizzical eye at the man who was her employer and who, 
she hoped, was to become her lover and keeper. 

"No, go ahead," Paul told her. 

Linda Maddison hesitated for a moment, wondering if she dared take the brash 
step she had planned, and then she tossed her long, flowing blonde hair 
impetuously and kicked off her shoes. She reached Under the tight, short 
skirt and pulled down her panty hose, tossing them aside, and then slipped 
out of her panties too. "I wanted to get all that unnecessary stuff out of 
the way," she purred, looking sideways at Paul with an air of open 
invitation. "You don't mind, do you?" 

"Aren't you afraid someone might see inside?" he asked. 

Paul Cook hadn't risen to be vice-president of the Garden Falls State Bank, 
in charge of Security, by exhibiting brash, risky tendencies and he felt a 
distinct sense of surprise at Linda's action. He knew that the girl had a 
rebellious, adventuresome streak in her but in the month that she had been 
functioning as his personal secretary she had managed to keep that side of 
her personality under control. 

"No, watch when that Porsche passes us," she told him, looking to the rear. 
"See? You can't see what they're doing in there! That girl might have her 
hand in the guy's fly, for all we can tell!" 

"I guess you're right," Paul admitted. "But I shouldn't think that's a very 
safe driving practice, would you?" 

"I just picked that out as an example," she told him, pouting a little and 
sitting back in her seat. "Although I don't see anything wrong with playing 
a little, as long as it doesn't get too serious and bother the driver." 

Paul showed no inclination to take up her implied invitation and she settled 
back to enjoy the ride. She began wondering if perhaps she had made a 
mistake in accepting Paul's invitation. She had initially been attracted by 
his quiet air and his good looks; the few passionate embraces that they had 
exchanged in his locked office had suggested that he had at least as much 
sexual fire as any other man she had known. Although he was thirty-five, he 
had come to a swift, throbbing erection during those embraces and she still 
remembered the exciting way the thick, bulky rod had pressed against her 
belly as they clung together. She would willingly have done anything he 
asked, even in the bank office, but he had made no further advances. 
Instead, on the previous Wednesday, he had asked her if she would like to 
spend the weekend at his beach cottage. 

"Joy's going upstate this weekend," he said, referring to his wife, "and 
we'll have it all to ourselves. The swimming is great and there's just no 
one within miles of our cove." 

Thus it was that Linda looked forward to the weekend with special interest. 
She loved swimming and she also anticipated the thrill of opening her long, 
slender thighs to Paul and guiding the thick shaft of his swollen prick into 
the moist, hot lips of her throbbing pussy. The very thought now made her 
flesh tingle and she began wishing that she had simply asserted herself 
earlier and had reached over to tease his prick into hard, rigid life. 

"What would he say if I were to suggest giving him a blow job at freeway 
speed?" she thought to herself. "Would that be too bad? Gee, I never knew 
he'd be this uptight; maybe I shouldn't have taken my things off! Maybe he's 
like what I've always heard bankers were like stuffy, dignified, pompous, 
all that stuff. Ugghh! I hope he's a little more easy going once we get 
there!" 

Although she had not been promiscuous in her youth, Linda had engaged in 
enough sexual activity with the young men in her life to have a very 
complete knowledge of the things men and women can do in bed to make the 
hours pass more joyously. Her experience had been varied enough to assure 
her that she had the capacity to respond ardently to a man's embraces, 
though she suspected that there were heights of sensual feeling which she 
had not yet experienced. Paul Cook, she had thought, would be a likely 
candidate for showing her those new sensations. After all, he was a married 
man and his wife, Joy, had every attribute of a well-satisfied, lusty young 
woman. Everything she had ever heard about Paul indicated that he and his 
wife both enjoyed the fruits of the flesh, even if they happened to disagree 
about numerous other matters. 

These and other thoughts occupied Linda's mind as the Jaguar hurtled down 
the freeway. She soon forgot about the small, gnawing ache between her 
thighs. They turned off the freeway after an hour, took a succession of 
turns and then found themselves turning onto an unpaved lane leading over a 
low line of hills. 

"The cabin's just over that ridge," Paul told her as he pointed ahead. "Once 
we're over that, it's only a few hundred yards to the ocean." 

"I'll be glad to get there," Linda said. "It sounds like a wonderful place." 

"It's real nice," Paul agreed. "Utterly remote and not a neighbor within 
five miles. We'll have a wonderful time." 

They quickly arrived at the cottage and unloaded the car. Linda had given 
Paul a key to her apartment and he had collected her bag when he had been 
out for lunch. They carried their belongings into the cottage, storing the 
bags in the small bedroom off the big living room and carrying the sack of 
groceries into the kitchen. Linda put away the perishables and returned to 
the bedroom, where she began undressing. 

"Hey, if this place is so remote," she asked, calling in to Paul, who had 
remained in the kitchen, "why do I have to bother with a bathing suit?" 

"No reason," he said. "There'll be no one but me to see you. Go ahead if you 
like; I've often gone down without anything on." 

That settled it for Linda: she put her bikini back into the suitcase and 
forgot about it. Before going into the living room, she took care to fluff 
out the honey-brown fur covering her pubis; she also took a moment to admire 
her beauty in the mirror hanging over the bureau. She saw a five-foot-seven 
body, surmounted by a very attractive face, a shock of long, blonde hair, 
and decorated with a pair of firmly molded, needle-pointed breasts. Her 
prominent love mound jutted out sharply from between her softly curved 
thighs, promising excitement to any man fortunate enough to be allowed to 
probe the sweet, tender flesh under that promontory. She walked into the 
living room and waited for Paul's reaction to seeing her naked for the first 
time. 

"You're really going skinny .dipping!" he exclaimed, looking up from the 
counter of the bar, where he was pouring himself a drink. "And a lovely 
sight you are!" 

He lifted his glass to her in a silent toast and devoured her-with his eyes. 
Linda basked in his admiring gaze and wondered if the sight of her lush, 
ripe body would be enough to put him into a mood for something other than 
booze and swimming. 

"Let me take my things off and I'll join you," he said, coming over to her 
and pecking her lightly on the lips. "A little swim might do wonders for the 
appetite." 

Linda waited beside the front door while he undressed in the bedroom. She 
hungered for her first sight of him without clothes; she had often 
visualized the naked beauty of his prick and now she wanted to see if her 
dreams and fantasies had been anywhere near accurate. Paul emerged from the 
bedroom, walking a bit self-consciously, but she could see that the meat 
dangling between his thighs was every bit as bulky and long as she had 
suspected. Uncircumcised and thick, the prick drooped for a good five or six 
inches; a set of massive balls hung down behind it almost as far. Linda felt 
her pussy begin throbbing and she wondered how she could stand waiting to 
have that lovely length of cock plunged into her hungry flesh. 

"Let's go try the water," Paul suggested, flinging her a towel and taking 
her hand. 

They walked down to the cove and plunged into the gentle surf. Linda found 
the water refreshingly cold and she began splashing about. Paul swam with 
more purpose, paddling far out into the mouth of the cove before turning 
back. When he walked out of the surf, Linda was drying her hair and waiting 
for him. 

"Just the thing to build up the appetite," she said. 

"You're right," he agreed. "Want to go back to the cabin? We can have 
ourselves a drink and start thinking about dinner." 

Linda began wondering if he was ever going to avail himself of the body she 
was so freely offering but, as soon as he had brought them drinks and they 
had settled down on the couch, he pulled her to him in a warm, tight 
embrace. She lay over him, pressing her fiery, rock-hard nipples into his 
chest, and felt his prick begin to stir. The knowledge that she was causing 
him to swell and stiffen with lust fired her own desires and she rolled 
against him ecstatically. 

"There ought to be a law against bankers having such big cocks," she said 
with a giggle. "First you've got all the money and now you've got a prick 
little girls dream about!" 

He seemed embarrassed by her forthright praise and said nothing. Linda 
clasped the thick, hot tool in her hand, stroking it gently, and shuddered 
with pleasure. Although she desperately wanted that big rod slammed deep 
into the mouth of her womb, stretching the walls of her cunt to the utmost, 
she also wanted to feel the satin-smooth head curling against her tongue and 
probing deep into her throat. Paul seemed to be in no hurry to mount her so 
she decided to apply her lips to the huge rod. 

"Hey, you like that, do you?" he asked as she slid down his body and touched 
her lips to the broad, warm shaft. 

"I can't help it," she panted, circling the tool's flaring head with her 
thumb and forefinger so she could press the foreskin back and bare the head. 
"Would you rather I didn't?" 

"No, go ahead; I like it too!" 

He lay quietly while she fitted her mouth over the head. Her tongue probed 
the cleft crowning the bulging tip and then slide down to curl into the 
thick groove separating head from shaft. She twisted her head sharply, 
bringing her lips around the shaft in a way which she knew excited men, and 
she forced the head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Paul 
responded with a gently nudging movement, forcing more of the tool into her 
mouth. She sucked vigorously, hoping to bring him to the edge of a climax, 
and fingered the heavy, sperm-laden balls lying beneath the gigantic shaft. 

"Are you going to suck me all the way? Till I come in your mouth?" 

"I will if you want," she said, lifting her mouth off the prick and looking 
up at him with passionate anticipation. "But I'd rather finish it off in my 
cunt!" 

"That's the best way," he said. "It isn't very nice, doing that in a woman's 
mouth." 

Linda started to object but then she changed her mind. If he didn't like 
being sucked off, she told herself, then she wouldn't attempt it. For her 
own part, she knew quite well that there were times when the sensation of a 
man's prick rammed deep in her throat and squirting hot, frantic jets of 
thick come surpassed any other sensation she had ever known. She also knew 
that a good many men were very hung up about that and that many of them had 
very deep misgivings about shooting off in a woman's mouth. 

"Maybe I'd better move," she suggested, determined to accommodate herself to 
his every whim. 

He pulled her up his body and lay beside her for a moment, allowing his 
heavy prick to brush against her belly. Then he moved gently over her, 
lifting himself high and waiting as she spread her knees wide apart and 
lifted them slightly. Linda looked into his eyes, gauging the extent of his 
arousal, and opened the lips of her pussy with her fingers. The lips were 
fully grown, erect and tingling with lusty life; her slit was juicy and hot 
with the oils her cunt had produced as she sucked away at his cock. 

"Now give it to me," she whispered, writhing with anticipation. "Give me 
that lovely, wonderful cock!" 

"Why don't you guide it in for me?" he suggested, supporting himself on both 
hands. "Get it placed to suit yourself." 

Linda seized the massive prick with one hand and feverishly rubbed the 
naked, flaring head over the lips of her pussy. She squeezed it against her 
clitoris, choking back the cry of exultant joy she felt when the thrill 
raced through her loins. Her knees lifted higher, creeping along Paul's back 
until they nestled just behind his shoulders. Then she shoved the conical 
tip of his prick into the mouth of her cunt, seating it firmly, and with an 
upward tilt of her hips she forced herself upon the head of that broad, 
lengthy tool. 

"God!" she groaned, locking her heels together in the small of his back and 
writhing in delicious agony. "It's even bigger than I'd thought!" 

"Do you like for a man to be big?" he asked, rotating his hips slightly and 
causing the head of his cock to grind into the mouth of her cunt. 

"It doesn't matter, just so he's hard and ready for me," she panted, 
answering his grinding motion with an up-and-down movement of her own hips. 

Linda's nipples throbbed with exquisite pain as the sensations mounted in 
her body. She waited for him to drive the tool deep but he refused; he kept 
the head locked in the mouth of her cunt and continued to work himself 
gently around that pressure point. Linda lifted her hips upward, impaling 
herself another inch on his cock, but he pulled away so that she could not 
get more of the tool into her liquid sheath. 

Paul continued to support himself on his extended arms so that he was in 
close contact with her only at her loins. She would have preferred him to 
lie over her, pressing his chest into her nipples and driving his cock deep; 
that would have propelled her into an instantaneous, heaving climax. He 
seemed to want it otherwise, however, and she could not deny that even this 
slight contact was enough to provide her with a mouth-watering, cunt-juicing 
degree of pleasure. 

She discovered that his teasing approach fired her desires almost as much as 
the more vigorous style to which she had grown accustomed. By reaching up 
with her hips she could develop a strong tension within her loins and she 
knew that within a short time she would feel her womb explode in a geyser of 
sensual ecstasy. Her thighs strengthened their grip around his waist and 
back; her hips knotted into hard mounds of muscle as she worked frantically 
to bring herself to a peak of sensual feeling. 

"I can't hold it back much longer!" he gasped, watching her energetic 
efforts. "Hurry and get it!" 

"I'm almost there!" she cried out, tossing her head madly and writhing in a 
furious effort. "Oohh, do it, Paul, do it to me! Agghh! Aiiee! I can feel 
it! I'm coming! I'm coming all over! Oohh, my cunt! My prick-loving cunt!" 

Linda's ecstatic climax raged and ripped through her loins. At the very 
height of her feeling, the mouth of her cunt began flexing open and shut, 
exerting a strong pull on the prick it enclosed; that was enough to deliver 
the final blow to Paul. He grunted sharply and held himself in place, 
shaking all over; his prick began to leap and jump about. Enclosed in 
Linda's taut, hungry cuntal mouth, it could go nowhere. She felt every phase 
of his climax, from the very first involuntary spasm which produced nothing 
on through the series of strong, gushing shots of hot, sticky love cream and 
even the-final, dying gasp of his prick that sent a weak dribble of come 
oozing out the cleft in its tip. The savage jolts of her own orgasmic fury 
continued to rocket through her loins until finally she fell back, limp and 
spent. 

"Marvelous!" Paul exclaimed. "Darling, you were simply superb!" 

Linda could say nothing. The violence of her climax had left her winded and 
speechless. She lay silently, struck by the wonder of the orgasm, and 
savored the sweet, filling presence of his prick. Her thighs had relaxed and 
she allowed her heels to fall to the couch. She reached between them, 
intending to caress her clitoris lightlya favorite post-orgasmic pastime of 
hersand then exclaimed with surprise. 

"Why, you're barely in me!" she cried, reaching out to grasp his prick and 
looking down to see how much of the tool still lay outside her cunt. "I 
thought you'd given me a lot more than that!" 

"Just the head," Paul said, looking at her curiously. "I don't like to force 
myself upon a girl; too often they dislike having all of it inside them." 

"Jesus, I was sure you were in up to the bone," she muttered. "And there's 
still that much left to go!" 

"Later, my dear, later," Paul murmured. "Why don't we think about getting 
some dinner first? There's lots of time left for other things." 

"All right, if you insist," Linda agreed. 

She could feel that his cock had already lost much of its stiffness. In 
fact, she doubted that he had enough of an erection left to be able to carry 
through with another rousing fuck. She sighed but realized that this was a 
hazard of the older manthey just couldn't keep up that stiff cock the way a 
twenty-year-old boy could! 

"Do you want a tissue? A handkerchief?" Paul asked. "To catch the flow, I 
mean. I'm afraid I was rather generous with the discharge!" 

"That's all right," Linda told him, reaching down to pinch the lips of her 
pussy together as soon as he had removed his prick from her cunt. "I've got 
to go to the John anyway and I've never minded a little come dripping out of 
me! Sometimes it's rather nice, feeling it run down my legs. I'll join you 
in a few minutes." 

Linda walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her and sat down on 
the stool before loosening the grip of her fingers. She looked down, craning 
her neck to be able to see the puffy, bruised lips of her pussy and then 
spread them wide with two fingers. By exerting the muscles of her flat, taut 
abdomen, she managed to expel a big, milky glob of sperm which she caught in 
her fingers. She then straightened up and began rubbing the mucilaginous 
love-cream into the lips of her pussy. Her eyes dilated and the nipples 
hardened again, becoming dark and pointed as her fingers brought her body to 
another quick peak of sensual awareness. She finished herself off by 
plunging two of her fingers into the depths of her cunt and bringing her 
palm up snugly against her swollen clitoris. 

"Ahh! Ugghh!" she sighed, writhing gently and quivering with lewd delight. 
"Fuck! Fuck! Come!" 

As soon as the climax ebbed from her loins she lifted the two fingers which 
had been in her cunt, bringing them to her mouth, and she licked them clean. 
The salty savor of Paul's sperm, mixed with the ripe, musky oils of her 
cunt, fired her senses and gave her added pleasures of a sort that few women 
ever experience. She had never been able to admit to any of her lovers that 
she habitually fingerfucked herself after their lovemaking; she also 
refrained from making clear the happiness with which she licked her fingers 
clean after masturbating at such times. She stayed in the bathroom for 
several minutes, continuing to rub the sperm-smeared lips of her pussy with 
her fingers, but she did not gain another climax. After toying with herself 
for a while she went over to the washbasin, rinsed off her fingers, and 
dried them. 

"How about another Scotch and water?" she called out as she emerged from the 
bathroom. "One of those will surely give me a little more imagination for 
dreaming up a dinner." 

"Er, I don't think you need bother," Paul told her. "It seems that we won't 
be eating here, I'm afraid." 

Looking in the direction he pointed, Linda saw a man and a woman standing in 
a far corner of the living room. The man looked like a halfback or perhaps a 
boxer, someone who kept himself in very good physical condition, and the 
woman appeared to have come from a distinctly superior level of society, 
judging from the elegantly tailored linen slacks and the raw silk shirt she 
wore. Neither the man nor the woman smiled when they saw Linda. 

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" the woman asked, looking at Paul with a 
disdainful sneer. 

"Linda, this is ... my wife, Joy," Paul said. 

"And this is Pete Spirola," Joy added, gesturing to the man beside her. 
"He's been helping me gather evidence concerning my husband's infidelity. As 
well as providing some other, more personal services." 

 Chapter Two 

"What now?" Linda asked, looking over at Paul with a question in her eyes. 
She felt acutely uncomfortable, not only because she was naked and in the 
presence of the wife of the man with whom she had expected to spend a 
weekend, but also because of the openly lascivious look Pete had directed at 
her. Paul sat nervously on the couch, twirling his drink in his hands and 
avoiding her gaze. 

"Nothing much," Joy told her. "You and lover boy here can get packed up and 
get on back to the city. Pete and I will take the beach house this weekend. 
We've got some screwing to get caught up on." 

Linda looked over at Paul. He said nothing to that jibe and continued to 
gaze down at the floor. 

"No need to worry about him," Joy sneered. "He doesn't have the balls to 
complain about somebody else banging his wife! Come on, honey, buck up; you 
won't miss much by not spending the weekend with him, believe me!" 

"What do you mean?" Linda asked, enraged by the woman's air of calm 
assurance and by the way she seemed to delight in humiliating her husband. 

"If you've had your cunt around that cock of his you'll know what I mean," 
Joy told her. "I mean, he doesn't know how to use that tool he's got! Pity 
tooa cock that size, used the right way, could really do a lot for a girl!" 

Linda said nothing to that. She did not want to voice the agreement which 
she felt; she still liked Paul a great deal and would have gone out of her 
way to avoid hurting him. 

"Just because you like to lie there and have a prick rammed into you as 
though you were a common whore doesn't mean that every girl is so vulgar," 
Paul said, a sniffing tone in his voice. 

"Your ass," Joy retorted. Evidently their quarrel was an old one, Linda 
decided; they certainly knew their parts well. "If you'd had the sense to 
give it to me the way I wanted it I'd never have gone looking for another 
stud! But then I might not ever have found Pete either, so maybe it's all 
for the best!" 

"Perhaps I'd better get dressed," Linda said, turning away from them and 
taking a step toward the bedroom. 

"Don't bother!" a strange voice cracked out. 

Linda whirled, along with the others, to the front door from which the voice 
had come. She gasped with surprise upon seeing first one, then another man 
stride into the living room. They were in their mid-twenties, dressed in 
rough workmen's clothes, and each carried an ugly pistol in his right hand. 

"Look at that!" one of the intruders muttered, his eyes caressing Linda's 
naked loveliness. "All stripped down and ready for us!" 

"Just a moment here," Paul said, rising from the couch with an outraged look 
on his face. "What do you think" 

"Shut up," one of the intruders snapped, pushing him back into the couch 
with an easy shove. "Unless you want your teeth kicked out! Moon, where are 
those handcuffs?" 

"Right here," came the reply. 

Moon, a round-faced individual with a dark complexion, reached into a hip 
pocket and brought out two pairs of handcuffs. He tossed one set to his 
companion, who clapped one bracelet onto Paul's left wrist. He led the naked 
man over to a sturdy pillar between the kitchen and the living room and, 
after making Paul circle the pillar with his arms, snapped the other 
bracelet into place. 

"Now you," he said, motioning to Pete. "Over here and get ready for your own 
set of irons." 

"Watch him," the second man said. "I think he's got a pistollooks like he'd 
love to get his hand into his jacket." 

Moon carefully approached Pete, flipped open the jacket, and found a 
snub-nosed revolver clipped to his waist. He detached the weapon and then 
guided Pete over to the pillar, where he fastened him securely with the 
second set of handcuffs. 

"Looks like that takes care of the men, Sky. Now what do we do?" 

Sky, a slender individual with an evil glare in his pale blue eyes, shrugged 
indifferently. 

"That's a good question," Joy added. "Just what do you two want here 
anyway?" 

"We just want to use your house and the cove for a while," Moon told her. 
"Along about midnight we're going to be down at the beach, looking out to 
sea. If we get a certain signal we're going to meet a raft. Then we'll 
collect a passenger and leave." 

"And if you don't get the signal?" Linda added. 

"Then we'll wait till midnight tomorrow," Moon said. "The passenger will be 
here either tonight or tomorrow night." 

"And in the meantime? What about till then?" 

"The lady here looks like she came to fuck," Moon said, throwing an 
appreciative glance at Linda. "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't 
oblige her!" 

Linda gasped in horror and then cried out a denunciation of the pair. They 
chuckled wickedly at her words. If anything, her protestations of disgust 
for the pair only heightened their interest in her. 

"This other one," Sky said, gesturing toward Joy, "she don't look too bad 
herself! I believe she'd know what to do with a good, hard piece of cock!" 

"What the hell," Moon said, moving toward Linda, "we oughtta stick them in 
another room, anyway. You know, keep them separated from the men." 

"You heard the man," Sky added, gesturing with his pistol. "In the bedroom!" 

Linda refused to move but Moon grabbed her arm cruelly and forced her to 
march ahead of him. Sky followed, with Joy in front, and they marched into 
the bedroom. 

"This one acts like she don't want no part of a good fuck," Moon said, 
giving Linda a scornful glance. "That one, she just might be ready for it, 
especially if we talked nice to her a little." 

Joy indeed showed little or no fear of the men. When Sky told her to strip 
she did so promptly, displaying a fine disregard for the leers that came 
over their faces as she gradually uncovered her body. She proved to be built 
quite differently from Linda, though she had a distinct charm all her own. 
She was shorter and had a pair of small, high-rising breasts that jutted out 
like small cones. More surprising, Linda found as she watched, was the fact 
that Paul's wife had completely shaved her pubis. Upon looking between the 
woman's legs, she saw only the long, red slit of her pussy; there was not a 
sign of a hair upon the sex flesh! 

"Hey, a naked twat!" Sky chortled. "Won't get any hairs in my teeth!" 

"Just a little treat I fixed up for one of my friends," Joy remarked, 
standing up and showing off her nakedness proudly. "Some guys prefer it this 
way." 

"You ever fuck a woman without hair?" Sky asked, darting a quick glance over 
at his companion. 

"Yeah, once I banged a broad that had just had a baby," Moon replied as he 
laid his pistol aside and began unfastening his shirt. "They shave their 
twats, you know, when they're going to have a baby. Some fine fucking, that 
was!" 

"You can't be serious!" Linda protested, retreating behind the bed and 
trying to cover her breasts and muff with her hands. "This is... it's 
outrageous!" 

"Might be," Moon admitted. "But you're gonna get it, babe, no way to get out 
of that!" 

"You won't rape me!" Linda stormed. "I'll kill you if I get a chance!" 

"Huh, who said you was going to get a chance?" Moon scoffed. "Time I get 
through tying you up you won't be able to do a thing but lay there and get 
fucked out of your head!" 

He proved to be as good as his word. With Sky's help he fastened Linda's 
hands to the headboard and then tied her ankles to the corner posts at the 
foot of the bed. When he had finished, she lay on her back with her feet 
spread wide apart; her pussy was wide open to view and she felt utterly at 
the mercy of this despicable pair. 

"Blame it on yourself," Moon said when she protested this ill treatment. "If 
you hadn't been so cruddy about it you wouldn't have gotten tied up. Why 
couldn't you take it like a grownup, like your buddy here?" 

Joy was indeed cooperating with Sky. When he had lowered his trousers she 
had dropped to her knees before him and was now busily sucking his long, fat 
prick up into a firm erection. The slurping noises emanating from her mouth 
testified to the energy with which she devoted herself to the task and the 
ecstatic expression on Sky's vacant, slightly stupid face adequately 
reflected his enjoyment of her ministrations. Linda felt a nauseous 
sensation when she saw Joy's eagerness to engage in the most intimate kind 
of love play; she had to fight hard to keep down an urge to vomit. 

"Yessir, that little babe just loves going down on old Sky," Moon chuckled 
as he slipped out of his trousers and shorts. "But just think how you're 
gonna love getting that cunt of yours around my cock.!" 

Linda gasped with horror when she beheld the full magnificence of Moon's 
prick. He was already fully erect. Her first glimpse of the tool told her 
that he was much more extravagantly endowed than any man she had ever had 
before. His prick seemed to stretch on forever and to be as big around as 
her wrist! Moon stood beside the bed with the tip of his cock not a yard 
away from her horrified eyes. He toyed with the tool, rolling the thick 
foreskin back and forth over the broad, flaring head. Linda seemed 
hypnotized by the bulky rodalthough the thought of being fucked repelled 
her, she could not make herself look away from the terrible, lethal engine 
of lust. 

"Surely you're not going to put that in me!" she gasped, at last finding the 
power of speech. "It's way too big; it'll tear me in two!" 

"Hey, he's all right!" Joy cried out, turning around to look at the treasure 
Moon had unveiled. "By damn, Linda, you're going to have a time working him 
down!" 

"She's afraid it'll tear her little pussy up," Moon sneered. 

"You don't have to worry," Joy consoled her. "Every girl has a lot of 
stretch in her cunt; you'll be able to take it. Just lay back and enjoy it. 

Linda looked over at Joy and saw, with an amazed revulsion, that she had 
already brought Sky to a rocklike hardness and was ready for him. Even as 
she watched, the woman rolled onto her back, still grasping the sturdy cock 
rearing up from the man's loins, and pulled him into place. She deftly aimed 
the swollen tip of his prick between the lips of her pussy, seating the tool 
with a hearty sigh of approval, then swinging her legs into place around his 
hips. 

Moon brought her back to an awareness of her own desperate plight by 
crawling over her and roughly seizing the lips of her pussy in his fingers. 
He massaged the tender flesh, still moist from the seminal infusion she had 
received from Paul, and chuckled heartily. 

"Yeah, you was getting your pipes reamed out," he sneered. "I can feel the 
come still on you. And I smell it tooyou stink like a bucket of leftover 
shrimp! Come on, girl, I'm gonna show you what a real prick's like! You're 
gonna learn to love a good fuck!" 

Tied in such a way that she could barely move, Linda lay helplessly as he 
rolled into place. He took his time, chortling at her shame and humiliation, 
and nudged the head of his cock down against the lips of her pussy. She felt 
an electric shock of sensuality run through her lithe, lovely body at the 
contact. Even though she was being raped by a man for whom she felt nothing 
but loathing, her pussy and clitoris responded of their own accord to the 
touch of a hard, hot love tool. She flushed violently, ashamed of her body's 
immediate response to this terrible spoliation, but nothing she could do 
would prevent Moon from having her exactly as he chose. 

"You're some kind of shit," Moon jeered as he felt her hips flick up in an 
involuntary reaction to the touch of his cock. "Your head's telling you that 
I'm the worst thing since plague, right? But that cunt, that gash, it's 
telling you that they're ready to get some fuck action, ain't they? You 
stupid, hung up bitch, you don't even know what you want!" 

"It's not so!" Linda stormed, writhing desperately and averting her face 
from his. "I hate you! I'll never cooperate with you, you filthy bastard! 
You sex fiend!" 

"That's all right," Moon told her, forcing the broad head of his cock into 
the rim of her cunt and dilating that tender orifice to the utmost, "you 
don't have to start liking it right now. I'll just stay here and let your 
cunt tell you what to do. Meanwhile, why not enjoy the way your pal's 
getting her own cunt stuffed?" 

Moon supported himself on his hands and knees, so that he was touching her 
only at the cunt, where his prick lay ready, and at the in-sides of her 
thighs, where his legs pressed against her. Even this slight contact was 
enough to send tiny tingles of sensual feeling shooting through her loins; 
she forced herself to disregard these constant messengers of lust. Hoping to 
distract herself from this temptation, she looked to her right and saw the 
coupled figures of Joy and Sky. Joy had lifted her legs even higher until 
they now nestled into the hollows behind the man's armpits. Her rump was now 
lifted high to meet the plunging thrusts of his prick and she was working 
her hips from side to side as the big rod pistoned in and out of her juicy 
hole. Linda could hear the mushy, suctioning sounds as the tool plunged in 
and out. 

"Oh, God, you're fucking the mouth of my womb!" Joy gasped, throwing her 
head back and urging him on to even more strenuous activity. "Fuck that 
cunt, damn you, drive it all the way home! Agghh! Your balls, they're 
rubbing my asshole! Oohh! Prick! Fuck! Cunt! Shake that rod! Come, damn you, 
shoot hot come up my cunt, you pussy-loving bastard!" 

Linda felt her own body temperature soar upward when she saw the frantic 
fuck-activity the couple were engendering and heard Joy's vocal approval of 
it. She herself had often yearned to express just those lusty desires; 
unfortunately for her, most of the men she had known had been cut from the 
same cloth as Paulthey did not like for their women to join in the sex act 
so vigorously or so vulgarly. Joy had utterly no restraints, however, and 
she did not worry about letting anyone know that she thoroughly enjoyed 
being used in this rough, crude fashion. 

"Work that ass!" Sky grunted, reaching down to clasp her tightly knotted 
hips in his hands and holding her closer to him. "Fuck that cock of mine, 
you whore! I'm gonna fuck your cunt till there ain't nothing left but a big, 
gaping hole!" 

"Dig, you pussy muncher, dig deep!" Joy urged, gasping with the force of her 
effort and moaning as the pleasure mounted in her loins. "Fuck me all the 
way, you stud, and then I'll suck the come off your balls! 

Linda felt her own body turn irrevocably into a tingling mass of sexual 
fire. Nothing she could do would prevent her pussy, her clitoris, her cunt, 
her nipples from growing ever more ready for sexual activity of the 
strongest kind. Even her asshole, it seemed, throbbed and ached for a brutal 
blow that would propel her into a cloudland of sensual abandon. She 
concentrated mightily, forcing herself to remain still, but nothing worked. 
Despite her best intentions, her body continued warming and she became even 
more acutely aware of the broad, rigid length of prick nestled in the mouth 
of her cunt. 

"Hurry up and come!" Sky ordered, continuing to plunge his big tool into the 
taut cunt Joy held up to him. "As soon as you come I'm getting off and then 
I'm going to jack off right in your mouth!" 

Linda's heart skipped several beats when she heard that. What kind of 
perverted monsters had taken command of them? Even though part of her gagged 
at the horrible fate Sky had promised Joy, another part of her thrilled in a 
deep, unfamiliar, animallike fashion. To be fucked into a raging frenzy, 
fucked into a climax that utterly possessed her, and then to be forced to 
receive a man's emission in her own face! The thought struck terror into her 
mind but it also brought a surging desire into her heart. She tried to black 
out her mind but could not; the sight and the sounds of the lust-crazed 
couple next to her overwhelmed her defenses and captured her entire 
attention. 

"Aiiee!" Joy shrieked, tossing her head from side to side and writhing as 
her cunt dissolved into a tornado of whirling, pounding lusty spasms. 
"You're fucking me to death! I'm coming all over! Oohh! Ugghh!" 

Great, heaving gasps broke from her lips as she tried to breathe in the 
midst of the tumultuous climax. Every muscle in her body tightened and 
quivered as the waves of orgasmic feeling poured out from her cunt. Sky 
continued to probe deep with his prick, never pausing as she wove her way 
through the climax, and every thrust of his tool brought another wailing cry 
of sensual agony from her throat. Eventually she lay quiet, however, and 
just at that moment Sky released his grip upon her relaxed hips. Allowing 
her legs to fall limply down onto the bed, he extracted his heavy prick and 
crawled up her body. He positioned himself just over her nipples, still 
angry and red with the lusty feeling he had engendered in her, and seized 
his cock in his fist. 

"Now you're going to get it!" he snarled, stroking his fist up and down the 
long, cunt-smeared shaft. "Get that mouth open, you bitch, and I'll drown 
you with come!" 

"Move up a little!" she gasped, straining her neck in an effort to bring her 
eager lips over the mushroom-shaped head of his prick. "I'll suck you off; I 
love the taste of come!" 

Sky moved forward just enough to allow her to cover the tip of his cock with 
her lips. Joy groaned impatiently at this denial; she obviously wanted the 
entire rod shoved into her mouth. Just as obviously Sky had determined that 
she would get only the head. He continued to caress his prick, pumping the 
fist back and forth with slow, deliberate strokes. Linda could see Joy's 
tongue at work: she was flicking it around the deep groove between the head 
and the shaft. The sight had a magical effect on her; without even knowing 
it, her hips tilted up again and she forced the mouth of her cunt farther 
down upon the prick boring into her. She strained at the ropes binding her 
to the bed, but could not move either her arms or legs. Moon, fully aware of 
her growing response, grinned evilly and kept perfectly still. 

"Here it comes!" Sky warned, quickening the stroke of his fist. "Get ready, 
baby, I'm gonna shoot come all over you!" 

"Mmm! Glbb! Mmbbgg!" Joy replied. 

Linda saw Sky suddenly stop the motion of his fist. He drew the loose skin 
covering his cock back as far as it would go, leaned forward slightly and 
shuddered heavily. As she watched with awed fascination, she saw the thick 
shaft of his prick swell suddenly and then begin pumping rhythmically. She 
knew that Joy was now receiving the full brunt of his climatic fury and that 
he was pumping a steady stream of hot, liquid fire into her throat. She had 
never seen a girl suck off a man beforeindeed she had never before seen a 
man's orgasmeven though she had often done it herself to several of her more 
amenable dates. She had always kept her eyes closed during the orgasmic 
fury. Now, however, she could witness the exciting culmination in intimate 
detail. The sight of Sky's big cock, thick and hard with life, expelling the 
pent-up passion of his balls into the woman's mouth filled her with a 
passionate fire she had never known. Sky pulled his cock away after a moment 
and directed several healthy jets of thick sperm over Joy's face, a sight 
which affected Linda even more deeply. 

"Agghh!" she groaned, throwing up her hips in a desperate attempt to get 
more of Moon's heavy prick into her hungry, volcanic cunt. "Get it on! Dick! 
I want some cock!" 

"You're gonna get it," Moon promised. "But first I wanna be sure that you 
really want it!" 

"I want it! I want it!" Linda cried, totally unaware of what she was saying. 
"I want it all, every inch of that lovepole; I want it all up my cunt! I 
want it!" 

Moon hung back for a moment, gauging the extent of her desire, and then with 
a brutal expression he drove his prick deep into the girl's hot, juicy cunt. 
There was nothing gentlemanly about his thrusthe simply drew back slightly, 
tensed his hips and pushed forward, sheathing some six inches of prick in 
Linda's waiting flesh. The girl's cunt, already highly excited by what she 
had seen and heard, as well as by the teasing presence of his prick in the 
vestibule, had swollen appreciably and now presented a stubborn, unyielding 
passage to the heavy organ plowing into it. Moon's ferocious strength was 
too much for her, however, and he plowed deep at the first stroke. Linda 
wailed piteously, a thin cry of agonized lust. It felt as though someone had 
plunged a flaming spear into her belly, although this weapon had the curious 
effect of giving her pleasure instead of a fatal wound. 

Even so, Moon's entrance was vicious enough to deal her a goodly amount of 
pain. The agony quickly melted into a furious delight, however, and after 
the first moment of fear Linda was conscious only of a wonderful feeling of 
fullness. The prick lay deep in her cuntal grasp and radiated sensations of 
the most exquisitely exciting variety. She gasped and moaned, trying to 
utter praises and exclamations of delight but she could not find the power 
of speech. She tensed every muscle in her body and tried to lift herself off 
the bed. The ropes prevented her from going far, of course, but she had 
enough freedom to allow her to move her cunt around Moon's prick in a way 
that gave her strong sensations of pleasure. 

"Yeah, you're getting there," Moon chuckled, enjoying the way she was losing 
control of herself and responding to his animal approach. "If we turned you 
loose you'd probably fuck us all to death!" 

His words brought Linda partway back to reality. She could now see that she 
was indeed participating in her own rape and this knowledge filled her with 
a sickening feeling. All the same, it was not strong enough to overcome her 
desperate hunger for Moon's big prick. Try as she would, she could not force 
her hips to be still and she could not ignore the delicious twinges of 
sensual pleasure radiating out from her cunt and clitoris. 

"What am I doing!" she wailed, beside herself with rage and confusion. "Ugh! 
I'm enjoying this! Oohh, it's so awful!" 

"Shit, you're just getting turned on," Moon told her. "Here, let's up the 
ante a little and see how you like this!" 

He twisted so that he could support himself on his left arm. He used his 
right hand to grasp her left breast, squeezing the full, firm mound harshly. 
His thumb and forefinger caught her swollen, distended nipplea full, dark 
cone of womanly fleshand tweaked it angrily. Linda cried out at the sudden 
flash of pain his hand gave her but then she realized with a despairing 
gloom that she actually enjoyed the way he was hurting her! Instead of 
resenting that brutal gesture, she welcomed it and would actually have liked 
more of it! 

"What No! Don't take it out!" Linda cried when she felt him slip away from 
her, pulling the thick shaft of his prick from her cunt. "No, don't leave 
me; I want it! Let me have it again!" 

"I'll let you have it," Moon growled. "I'll let you have it right in the 
mouth! Shit. I can't get nowhere with you fucking; you're gonna have to suck 
dick awhile before you get the come outta my balls!" 

"I'll do it!" Linda vowed. "Oh, I'll eat your cock up, I swear I will, if 
only you'll let me have more of it! I love it!" 

Moon crawled up her body and thrust his prick at her. She opened her mouth 
wide to receive it and he shoved it between her lips. The taste of her own 
cunty oils, thickly smeared over the tool's surface, fired her lusts even 
more and she began devouring the wicked morsel with glee. Her tongue probed 
the deep slit crowning the head, as if she intended going up his urethral 
tract and into his balls from the inside; she formed a strong vacuum with 
her breath and moved her head back and forth until she was actually fucking 
his prick with her mouth. Moon shoved more of the tool into her mouth until 
the head nestled in her throat. His balls, two huge lumps packed with thick 
sperm, dangled against her chin and reminded her of the reward they 
harbored. 

"How's she at eating prick?" Sky asked. "Think she'll cut it as a 
cocksucker? Can she beat Marge?" 

"She ain't bad," Moon replied, enjoying the abandoned way in which Linda 
caressed his cock with her mouth and tongue. "Ain't nobody can eat prick the 
way Marge can, but this babe ain't bad!" 

"Can't you see she's loving every bit of it?" Joy asked. "Look at that 
expression on her face she's a born cocksucker if I ever saw one!" 

"Why don't you fingerfuck her a little, Sky?" Moon suggested. "You know, 
just to keep the cunt hot and juicy for me. I might get back down there in a 
little while and give her a real workout!" 

Sky twisted around on the bed to do as he was told. Linda instinctively 
tried clapping her knees together to prevent him from pawing at hereven 
though she might be responding ardently to Moon she still wanted nothing to 
do with Skybut of course she could not move. He rammed two fingers into the 
mouth of her cunt, crushing the lips of her pussy as he did so, and then 
twisted them about. She groaned at this savage treatment; but then, after a 
moment, she knew that this too only excited her further. She began sucking 
harder at Moon's prick, desperately trying to force the sperm from his 
balls, and her hips flexed in response to the probing fingers. 

"She ain't nothing but sex," Sky leered. "I guess you could ram a hammer 
handle up there and she'd get turned on!" 

"Some chicks are that way," Moon said, enjoying the girl's frantic oral 
ministrations. "They're just all cunt and there ain't nothing you can do 
about it but fuck 'em every time you can get your cock up!" 

"Tight little box," Sky commented, moving his fingers about and stretching 
the cuntal opening in a way that made Linda want to shriek with agonized 
pleasure. "Yeah, she's a real queen!" 

Joy, totally aroused by this, fell upon Sky's limp prick when she saw it 
dangling across one of his thighs. She grasped it with her right fist and 
sucked the head into her mouth, then began jacking him off in an effort to 
bring him back to a full erection. She thrust her free hand between her 
thighs and rammed her middle finger deep into the mouth of her cunt. Moon 
watched her display of animal lust with amused interest. 

"All right, that's enough sucking," he said after another moment. "I'm gonna 
get back in your cunt, girlie, and then I'll really open you up!" 

"I'm dying to come!" Linda gasped. "Oh, my cunt's so ready; my pussy feels 
like it's going to shrivel up! Do it to me; I need to come so bad! I haven't 
been able to come good in so long! 

Moon levered himself into place and guided the burly tip of his cock up to 
the dark, fevered lips of the girl's pussy. She strained upward, hungry and 
ready for the penetration, and he seated the mighty rod easily. Linda moaned 
passionately at the contact and tried to skewer herself upon the man's 
prick. 

"I think I'll give it to you all at once," he mused, looking down at her 
lust-drawn face with humorous interest. "Yeah, just slam all ten inches into 
you at once! How'll that be, girlie? Think you could handle all of my cock 
at one jump?" 

"Do it to me!" Linda sighed, eager for anything. "Just give me some dick! A 
lot of hot, hard prick, that's what I want more than anything!" 

"Here it comes," Moon grunted, and then he shoved forward. 

He drove deep into her body, running the entirety of his massive cock into 
her cunt at one stroke. Linda felt the enormous tool boring into her body 
and quivered expectantly; it seemed impossible to believe that it would not 
rip her asunder. Deeper and deeper it plunged, prying the tender walls of 
her cunt apart and invading sensual precincts where no man had ever been 
before. The lips of her pussy pulled inward, stretched taut by the insistent 
pressure of the mammoth prick they enclosed. The skin of her vulva, pulled 
tight by the penetration, exerted a deliciously exciting force upon her 
throbbing clitoris. Her anus puckered and winked involuntarily as the 
muscles of her loins began working in response to the fierce presence of the 
broad, lengthy prick. 

"Aiiee! Eeehh!" she cried, writhing in sensual anguish as her womb throbbed 
heavily. "Oohh!" 

Again and again the violent waves of orgasmic pleasure cascaded out of her 
cunt. Moon's prick was buried to the hilt; the dark, bristling fur growing 
around the base of his prick ground harshly into the soft, puffy lips of her 
pussy and his pubic bone crushed her clitoris heavily. He snorted mightily, 
withdrew his prick a couple of inches and then slammed it home with another 
vicious thrust. His balls banged sharply against her anus, giving her 
another fillip of sensual pleasure, and then he began to come. 

Milk it!" he grunted, pressing himself even more tightly against her and 
forcing the head of his cock even more deeply into her aching cervix. "Suck 
it with your cunt! Agghh, that's the way to get the come out of a man's 
balls!" 

Linda would have worked herself against him even more energetically if only 
she could have been freed. As it was, she could only writhe weakly; that was 
enough to send Moon soaring and bring his prick to a gushing climax. She 
cried out in joyous triumph when she felt his sperm jet into the depths of 
her cunt; the spray was thick and hot and it caused her orgasm to become 
even more intense. Shrieking and panting with lusty approbation, she humped 
vigorously as he continued to spew out great shots of steaming sperm. When 
his prick at last lay quiet in her cunt, she quivered from head to foot, 
pressed herself against him one last time and then relaxed. She closed her 
eyes and admitted the truth: this man, this vulgar rapist, had made her come 
as she had never come before! 

 Chapter Three 

"I'll bet you never had a come like that when Paul was fucking you," Joy 
said when Linda at last opened her eyes and looked around with wonder. "He's 
nice in his way but he doesn't believe in an all-out fuck!" 

Now that the first gust of passionate arousal had passed, Linda felt far 
more clearly her shame at having willingly participated in the shameful 
episode which had brought her such excruciating pleasure. 

"It's not so!" she replied, averting her face and trying to convince herself 
that she had not enjoyed the feeling of Moon's prick boring deep into her 
body. "How can you say such a thing!" 

"Because it's true," Joy replied, shrugging carelessly. "All right, these 
guys might not be top-drawer society. So what? When it comes to fucking, 
they seem to know their business well enough!" 

"That's the way to talk," Sky told her. 

He had pulled his prick away from Joy when Moon had moved back between 
Linda's legs and had begun caressing the long, limp hulk with his own 
fingers. Joy continued to finger her own cunt, however; she worked her 
finger back and forth with a slow, deliberate motion, as if she were out to 
enjoy the contract rather than seeking to bring herself to another climax. 

"How about you, girlie?" Moon asked, rearing up from Linda's body and 
looking over at Joy. "You want a mouthful of fresh-fucked prick? I've got a 
real wet one here." 

"I'd love it," Joy replied, almost visibly licking her thick lips in 
anticipation. "Just feed the meat to me!" 

"Hey, I'd like some of that!" Linda said, forgetting for the moment that she 
hated Moon and everything about him. 

Her only response was a sharp cuff across the cheek and an order to keep her 
mouth shut. 

"I'll give it to you when I feel like giving it to you," he snapped. "If you 
wanna eat dick, try going down on Sky!" 

"Yeah, I'll slip mine into that come hole of yours and then you can suck it 
all you want," Sky said with a sly leer. "Won't that be about as good? I bet 
you can't tell one prick from another, anyway!" 

"Please, don't make me suck it," Linda begged. "I don't like it; I don't 
know what made me say that just now!" 

"Don't pay her no mind," Moon advised as he rolled onto his back and 
motioned for Joy to go to work on his semi-tumescent prick. "She's the sort 
that might not like it at first but she'll come around, once she gets her 
lips onto a nice, hard cock!" 

Sky maneuvered himself between her legs. His prick was too limp to be forced 
into her cunt, even though the hairy slit was dripping sperm freely. He 
pumped his fist up and down the shaft of the tool a few times until it was 
stiff enough and then eased it into the girl's cunt. She gasped with shame 
at the sudden invasion and continued to plead with Sky not to complete the 
wicked act he had outlined. Sky paid no attention to her. 

"Come on," he told her, grunting with pleasure as he sheathed almost the 
entire length of his prick in her cunt, "I'm just putting a little sauce on 
it for you! I just want to make it a lot tastier for you, that's all!" 

"I won't do it. You can't make me do it," Linda protested. 

"Shit, if I wanted to put my mind to it I could have you begging me just to 
piss on you," Sky chuckled. "But I don't want to go to all that trouble, 
see? I just want to see you suck my dick for a while!" 

He pulled his tool out of her cunt and scrambled upward, bringing the sodden 
instrument closer to her face. In spite of her revulsion Linda could not 
help looking down. She saw a generously proportioned prick, almost fully 
erect and ready for action. It glistened wetly in the soft light and as she 
watched a dribble of sperm ran off the tip and dripped down onto her right 
breast. She writhed as the warm liquid trickled down the slope of that 
lovely mound; it was as though a vial of acid had been dropped on her. Sky 
brought the foul tool closer. She could smell the ripe, salty scent of 
Moon's semen; mixed with the musky fragrance of her own cunt, it exerted a 
powerfully exciting force upon her. 

"Here, just a taste," Sky said, forcing the head of his cock against her 
lips. 

Linda could not prevent her lips from opening to receive the gift. Her 
tongue darted forth from between her teeth, tasted of the ripe mixture of 
juices covering the prick and then her mouth opened wider. In spite of her 
revulsion for the man, she could not pass up the opportunity of enclosing 
his prick in her mouth. The mingled tastes fired her brain with lust and she 
could feel her clitoris twang immediately with renewed life: 

"Hey, looka there!" Sky gleefully crowed. "She's eating wet dick just like 
it was candy!" 

"I told you she'd come around," Moon said. "And this little hunk of 
cocksucker here, she ain't doing none too bad!" 

Joy had succeeded in bringing his thoroughly fucked prick back into a fine 
state of hardness. The fact that it had just been taken from another woman's 
cunt did nothing to dissuade her from devouring his cock; if anything, it 
seemed even to inflame her all the more. Her right hand circled the big 
tool, working up and down in unison with the action of her skilled mouth and 
tongue, and her left hand cupped the heavy balls laying beneath the base of 
the organ. 

"No need to get so energetic with it," Moon told her. "I shot all my come up 
that other chick's cunt!" 

"Wanna bet?" Joy muttered, lifting her mouth off him and looking up with a 
devilish glint. "Suppose I were to give you something really special? What 
if I were to give you a combination fuck-blow job? With maybe a little jerk 
job thrown in? Huh? That brings the old prick up a little more, doesn't it?" 

"Go ahead, if you're so fucking hot for it," Moon told her. "I ain't got 
nothing but time. If you want to give it a try, hop to it!" 

Linda was fully conscious of this dialogue even though she was getting her 
mouth stuffed with prick. She could not imagine what a "combination 
fuck-blow job" was, but the term had a certain interest to her. By twisting 
her head only slightly she discovered that she had a ringside view of the 
feat which Joy attempted to perform. She continued to mouth the prick which 
Sky had thrust at her even as she watched the woman prepare herself. 

Moon had laid down with his head toward the foot of the bed. Joy had been 
kneeling over him with her head pointing toward his feet as she bobbed her 
mouth up and down the shaft of his prick. Now she moved into a sitting 
position, straddling him and still facing his feet. She reached between her 
legs, catching his prick and bringing it into an upright position. As it 
reared up, it snuggled into place against the long, feverish slit of her 
pussy. She rubbed it against the tender flesh, smiling happily as she did 
so. 

"You just need to get some pussy drip on that tool," she purred as she moved 
his prick back and forth, rubbing it over her entire vulva. "Yes, I'll get 
you oiled up nice and then I'll really give you a treatment! You might think 
those balls of yours don't have any come left in them but I think I can show 
you that they have!" 

Linda was excellently placed to be able to see every detail of this exciting 
action. She widened her eyes in surprise when she saw Moon's thick, lengthy 
cock rub against the swollen, discolored lips of the women's pussy. Joy 
rubbed her fingers into the womanly slit and transferred her cunty oils to 
the prick, rubbing her fingers into it gently. Then she grasped it firmly 
and began pumping. She gave him quick strokes, gripping him tightly, and 
gurgled with pleasure. 

"Ahh, I love to jack a man off when he's wet from my cunt!" she cried. "You 
can really go to town on him then!" 

Linda's heart began racing madly when she understood what Joy intended and 
could see every intimate detail. The sight of the woman's pussy, distended 
and ready for action, stirred her deeply and the way Joy's hand flashed up 
and down the length of Moon's cock affected her even more strongly. When she 
saw Joy stop fist-fucking him, however, and adjust his prick to nose into 
the lips of her pussy, she thrilled all over. The conical, arrow-like tip of 
the tool splayed the lips apart as it searched for the cuntal crevice. She 
forced him into place with a quick push of her fingers and the lethal tool 
disappeared into her body. Linda saw the flesh push inward, pulled out of 
shape by the size of Moon's prick. 

At last she could see what happened to her own pussy whenever a 
manespecially a man with the dimensions of Moonpried his way into her own 
cunt. She had often wondered what that sight must be; so far she had never 
felt sufficiently at ease to be able to make a proper investigation. Her 
eyes widened still farther as Joy lowered herself upon the tool, taking 
still more of it into her cunt and then began writhing to and fro. The sight 
affected her far more strongly than she would ever have imagined and she 
felt her own pussy begin throbbing angrily. 

"Here, I'm tired of this," Sky grumbled, jerking his prick away from her 
mouth. "I'm gonna try that cunt of yours for a change." 

He moved down his victim's body and socketed his prick with a quick, easy 
motion. Linda was hardly aware of his entrance; her attention was completely 
occupied with watching Joy's cunt devour the prick rearing up from Moon's 
body. It seemed to her that the woman's pussy had become a kind of primeval 
monster, a carnivorous instrument intent upon eating every inch of the man's 
prick. Joy's hand dipped down farther, found the heavy balls in the sack 
below, and brought them up. As she forced herself down upon the base of his 
prick, she gathered up the manly eggs and began rubbing them into the lips 
of her pussy and her clitoris. 

"Ahh! Ugghh!" she groaned, wincing with pleasure as she moved her hips 
around the spike on which she had impaled herself. 

"Eehh!" Linda responded, feeling the sting of Sky's prick as he shoved it 
deep into her cunt. 

"Yeah, that brought you around, didn't it?" Sky demanded, amused with her 
anguished reaction to the plunging stroke he had dealt her. "You're 
something else, you areyou claim you hate it but when you get a cuntful of 
prick you really take off!" 

It was true, Linda had to admit to herself. Even though she loathed Sky 
especiallyshe could not have given a reason; she simply hated the very sight 
of himher cunt and her clitoris seemed quite unaware of her feelings toward 
him. They responded ardently to the pressure of his cock and her hips began 
bobbing of their own accord. Sky was fucking her with quick, jerky 
movements. She found it difficult to adjust to the jagged rhythm of his 
thrusts but she tried diligently, knowing that this would produce the most 
pleasure for her. Just as she was on the verge of falling into step with 
him, he removed his prick from her cunt. 

"Don't!" she cried, distressed by the removal of the long rod. "I was just 
getting used to it!" 

"Who gives a shit what you're getting used to?" Sky grunted. "Keep your ass 
still, bitch; I'm running this show!" 

He held himself on one hand and reached down to enclose the head of his cock 
with the other. He put the open end of his fist next to Linda's pussy and 
resumed his motions. This time his prick loomed out of his fist and nudged 
into the mouth of her cunt; he then withdrew it so that he was actually 
fucking his fist more than her cunt. 

"This is a lot better," he grunted. "When I come I'm gonna douse that pussy 
of yours with come! I don't want to shoot it in you; I'll just squirt it 
over the outside!" 

Linda shuddered with disgust. What kind of man is this, she asked herself, 
who'd rather jack himself off than fuck a hot, tight cunt? Sky's threat 
confirmed her dislike of him and she turned her head away from his leering 
face. Her eyes fell upon Joy, who had dismounted from Moon's big tool and 
was now avidly sucking it. Her head bobbed steadily, forcing her mouth 
around the tool in a way that brought evident pleasure to the man. Moon's 
hands forced her head farther down upon his rod and his hips flexed, working 
the tool in and out of her mouth. 

"Keep it up!" he groaned, tensing his thighs and shoving upward heartily. 
"I'll drown you with come, you prick-loving whore!" 

When his climax hit, Joy groaned with pleasure. Linda was placed so that she 
could see the man's balls and the big vein running up the base of his cock; 
she saw the balls twitch and then the vein began swelling spasmodically as 
the semen gushed through it. She knew that Joy had succeeded in coaxing yet 
another climax from the man and her heart ached with excitement as she saw 
the woman take the entire load in her mouth. Only a small quantity of Moon's 
come escaped her hungry throat; a dribble of thick, creamy sperm oozed out 
the corner of her mouth and edged down over her knuckles. Linda's eyes, wide 
with awed wonder, traced the course of that trickle of semen until it 
disappeared into the thick growth of dark hair surrounding the base of 
Moon's cock. 

"Hey, pay some attention to what I'm doing!" Sky complained. "You worthless 
whore, you're just a goddamned Peeping Tom! I'll show you, you pussy freak!" 

He suddenly released his prick and brought his hand across one of her 
swollen breasts with a painful slap. Flames of agony shot through her upper 
body and she shrieked. Sky giggled insanely at the pain he had caused and 
resumed his phallic grip. He continued working his prick through his fist 
and into the mouth of Linda's cunt. After the worst of the pain had subsided 
she realized that she was even more aroused, if possible, and that she was 
still eagerly humping upward whenever she felt the head of his cock nudging 
at the lips of her pussy. 

Sky's technique had the effect of arousing her completely but not satisfying 
her. Once she had felt the full brunt of Moon's mammoth prick being rammed 
into the depths of her cunt she wanted more of that deliciously exciting 
sensation. Sky, however, seemed determined to stir up her hungers without 
satisfying them. 

"Give it to me!" she begged, writhing about as best she could and lifting 
her hips in an attempt to get more of the wonderful rod into her cunt. "Fuck 
it deep! I want it all in my cunt!" 

He ignored her frantic pleas and continued to tease the mouth of her cunt. 
Her moaning cries and frustration affected him deeply and he soon lifted 
himself up farther, removing his prick from her pussy and continuing to pump 
furiously with his fist. By thrusting the head of the tool into the girl's 
juicy hole, he had greased it sufficiently for his palm to slide back and 
forth easily. Suddenly he grunted, stiffened and then began spurting thick 
gobs of sperm through his fist. The jets arced out, spattering against the 
flesh of Linda's pussy and drenching the honey-brown fur with the thick, 
creamy oil. She felt one shot spatter against her clitoris; the effect was 
electrifying. It did not satisfy her, unfortunately, and she was left with a 
terrifically active throb in the depths of her body. 

Moon and Sky ignored her wailing pleas for relief. They sneered at her cries 
and reminded her that earlier she had shown only the greatest disdain for 
them. Even Joy was affected by Linda's plight; she looked as though she 
would have liked to help but dared not offend the vicious men who had taken 
over the beach house. 

"Shut up your stupid mouth!" Moon barked, reaching over to slap her twice 
across the face. "So what if you're left high and dry? You probably got 
plenty of guys hot enough to have the stone ache and never gave a thought to 
what they might be feeling!" 

"What time's it getting to be?" Sky asked. 

"Eight-thirty," Moon replied after looking at his watch. "We got lots of 
time. Hey, let's go get something to drink. Maybe we can get this cunt here 
to make us something to eat." 

They stalked out of the bedroom, ignoring Linda, and followed Joy into the 
kitchen. Pete and Paul were still secured to the pillar; they began 
complaining as soon as Moon and Sky were in the living room. 

"Shut up your wop mouth!" Moon snarled at Pete. 

He walked over to the private detective and kicked him with his heel; the 
violent blow drove the breath from Pete's lungs and left him wretching on 
the floor. Upon seeing that, Paul immediately closed his mouth and said 
nothing more. 

"Yeah, that's real smart," Moon told him. "You keep on yapping and I'll put 
on my shoes so I can really kick in some ribs. I'd as soon shoot your balls 
off as to look at you, so just keep it in mind, pal!" 

Joy scrambled some eggs, fried half a package of sausage and made a huge pot 
of coffee. Moon and Sky ate most of it, allowing her a small portion, and 
complimented her on her kitchen skills. Otherwise they said nothing. 

"Leave the dishes," Moon ordered her when they had finished. "No, I got a 
better ideaSky, go unlock that guy that's naked. He's your old man, ain't 
he, girlie?" 

"He's my husband," Joy said. "Wh ... what are you going to do with him?" 

"Relax, we ain't gonna waste him," Moon told her. "Not unless he starts 
acting up and playing the hero. Why? You still sold on him? The way you was 
humping your ass and eating dick in there it didn't seem like you was any 
too hot on him!" 

"He's not a bad sort," Joy said. "I'd hate to see him get killed." 

"He won't be if he does what we tell him," Moon said. 

When Sky brought Paul into the kitchen, Moon ordered him to clean up after 
the meal. Joy had to smile at that; as long as they had been married Paul 
had never lifted a finger to help with any of the housework. As soon as his 
salary at the bank had permitted, to be sure, he had hired a maid but he had 
never done any of the work himself. 

"And you," Moon, gesturing to Joy, "you get your hot little ass over her and 
sit down." He directed her to sit in his lap, with her back toward his face, 
and to bring him to another erection. It amused him, he said, to have his 
cock in her in full view of her husband while he was doing dishes. Paul 
flushed brightly at that but said nothing. Sky, standing in another corner 
of the kitchen, watched the proceedings with grim amusement. Joy sat as she 
was told and, reaching between her thighs, began fondling the lengthy prick 
she found below them. She rubbed the somnolent cock into the lips of her 
pussy, visibly pleased at the contact, and soon had him stiff as ever. 

"Now put it in," Moon told her. "Just raise up and sit down on it." 

She did so, sighing tenderly as the thick weapon pried open the mouth of her 
cunt and slid into the moist tunnel. Moon ordered her to begin fingering her 
clitoris but warned her not to move up and down. 

"Just sit there and do it to yourself with your finger," he said. "I wanna 
see how long it'll take you to come that way." 

"I was never very good at doing it to myself," Joy warned him. "It might not 
work." 

"That's right," Paul added with cold sarcasm. "She's only interested in 
fuckingthe bigger and thicker the prick the better. She's like all the other 
whores around!" 

"Buddyboy, you lip off just once more and I'll grind you up and put you down 
that sink," Moon warned. "This chick's sitting on my prick and I like it. 
You just wash and dry, that's all." 

They maintained that situation until Paul had finished the dishes, cleaning 
them to Sky's satisfaction. Joy had spent considerable effort in massaging 
her clitoris but was no closer to a climax than she had been when she had 
first slipped his cock into her cunt. Moon slapped her rump loudly and told 
her to get up. 

"Okay, for fucking and sucking you're all right," he told her, "but doing it 
yourself? You ain't nowhere at all!" 

"What about the guy?" Sky asked. "Want me to lock him up?" 

Moon started to agree and then reversed himself. "Nah, bring him back into 
the bedroom. I got an idea," he said with a wicked grin that promised no 
good. 

Once they were back in the bedroom, where Linda remained securely tied, Moon 
revealed the amusement his warped mind had devised. He ordered Paul to kneel 
upon the bed at Linda's side. 

"Now you," he ordered, looking at Joy, "You get up here beside him and see 
if you can get some life in that prick of his. When you get him hardthat's 
if he's got any life at all in him! I want you to give him one of them 
combination blow-and-jerk jobs like you gave me. But I want you to make him 
pop his nuts onto that chick's bellyreally hose her down with come!" 

Linda writhed helplessly at hearing this. To be turned into a receptacle for 
Paul's sperm, to be forced to lie there like a Christmas turkey while his 
own wife sucked and masturbated him to a climax, and to be able to do 
nothing about it! The thought sickened her. As soon as she saw Joy kneel 
beside him and take his limp, massive prick into her hands, however, a 
different feeling began creeping over her. The way in which the woman 
handled his prick, easing the loose skin off the big head and working it 
back over the ridge, affected her deeply and she felt her clitoris begin 
twitching nervously. In spite of the indignity to which she was being 
subjected, her hyperactive pussy responded to that exciting scene and she 
knew that she was being aroused again. 

"This might not work out just the way you wanted," Joy warned as she fondled 
her husband's cock. "He never liked to be sucked off, you know." 

"Jesus, what kind of freak is that guy?" Moon wanted to. know. He's hung 
like a junior studhorse; don't he like using that thing?" 

"He likes it well enough," Joy admitted, "but he doesn't like for a woman to 
French him. He's funny that way." 

"I'll say!" Moon exclaimed. "Maybe we shouldda brought Tommy along, Sky!" 

"Yeah, maybe the guy's a faggot," Sky grinned. "How about that, lover boy? 
You like for the pansies to eat that dick of yours?" 

"Don't be asinine," Paul whispered, flushing a deeper shade of red. 
"Whatever my failings might be, they certainly don't include homosexuality!" 

"My, my, don't he talk pretty!" Sky exclaimed. 

"I guess it comes from working in a bank so long," Joy said. 

"A bank? What the hell, you mean we got us a real live banker here?" Moon 
asked, fixing an interested look on Paul. 

"He's vice-president at the Garden Falls State Bank," she said. "In charge 
of security, among other things. Also, it looks, in charge of breeding the 
secretarial staff. Or are you taking the Pill, dear?" 

Linda did not reply to that jibe. She was seething with rage at the way 
these men were humiliating Paul and she felt very strongly that Joy was 
cooperating with them far more than necessary. 

"Hey, Sky, let's go outside for a while," Moon said, obviously struck by an 
idea of some sort. "We got some things to talk about." 

"What about this freak?" Sky asked, gesturing to Paul. "And the chick here? 
It looks like she ain't gonna be able to get much life into that cock of 
his." 

It was true. Despite her best effortsand she had been holding nothing back 
in her effort to arouse himJoy had not succeeded in bringing Paul to an 
erection. His prick still hung down limply; it might have grown slightly but 
it was far too flaccid to be of any use. 

"I'll take him back and put the cuffs back on him," Moon growled. "The 
chick? Use some more of that rope and tie her up like the other one. I don't 
trust her; she might get some ideas of her own and split while we're gone." 

Sky motioned her onto the bed. Recognizing that there was nothing she could 
do to prevent them from carrying out their plan, Joy submitted and allowed 
herself to be trussed up. When the man finished knotting the strong cords 
around her limbs and the frame of the bed, she could barely move. He looked 
over his work, chuckled his approval, and went out of the room. 

 Chapter Four 

"Doesn't look like this is going to be quite the weekend you'd planned, does 
it?" Joy asked. 

"Huh?" Linda replied, startled by the friendly, conciliatory tone in Joy's 
voice. 

Joy repeated the observation. A realist, she had decided that if she and 
Linda were to be forced into serving the warped desires of Moon and Sky, 
they might as well try to find another common ground. 

"No, it's nothing at all like the plans I'd made, Linda admitted. 

"Don't worry about it," Joy advised. "There's nothing we can do one way or 
the other. Whatever they're going to do, we can't stop them. And it looks as 
though the more we protest, the more they're going to torment us. I think 
that's one reason why they enjoy doing things to you more than to me." 

"It's just awful!" Linda said, choking back a sob. 

"There's worse, I suppose. After all, that Moon is really hung. God, what a 
cock he's got on him! I don't think I ever had a guy that was fixed up like 
him for both length and thickness. He really fills a girl's cunt, all 
right." 

"At least he's a little better than that Sky," Linda replied. "Ugghh! He 
reminds me of a snake!" 

"Yes, he's no dreamboat," Joy admitted. "But even he's not a midget; not in 
the prick department. I'll have to say either one of them throws a better 
screw than Paul could ever manage. By the way, speaking of my husband, how 
many times have you made it with him?" 

"Just once," Linda said after a momentary hesitation. "We did it this 
afternoon just before you arrived." 

"Yes, Pete and I caught the tailend of that one," Joy said with a giggle. 
"If you don't mind my saying so, I rather got the impression that you 
weren't too pleased with his style. Am I right?" 

Linda again paused before answering. She still felt a thin, grudging loyalty 
to Paul but now, facing unknown threats and frightened thoroughly, she felt 
an even stronger urge to confide in this strange woman who seemed to shift 
from contemptuous rejection to warm friendship for her. 

"You're right," she finally agreed. "I thought he would be much more ... 
well, vigorous, more active. Is he always that way? So gentle, so careful 
about doing it?" 

"As long as I've known him he's acted like he was afraid of wearing a girl's 
cunt out," Joy replied. "If I'd known more about either him or myself I 
might not have given in when he asked me to marry him. Jesus, I didn't know 
any better then and since I was already knocked up I decided to let him make 
an honest woman out of me. 

"I didn't know you had any children," Linda remarked in surprise. 

"We don't. I decided to have an abortion. But Paul still felt that he ought 
to get me in front of a preacher. Hell, I didn't know that I was going to 
love fucking so much! I hadn't been screwed but three or four times when I 
started working at the bank and I didn't know how I wanted it done. But 
after we were married awhile, I found out that I wanted a lot more than he 
was ever willing to give." 

"You worked at the bank?" Linda said, again startled by the woman's 
disclosures. 

"Sure, I was part of the secretarial pool," Joy said. "Just fresh out of 
high school and ready to tumble into bed with the first grownup that made 
eyes at me. Christ, I was so flattered when he started noticing me, I'd 
probably have sucked him off in the bank lobby if he'd asked me to. And I 
wasn't even turned onto eating dick then!" 

"I must admit that I was a little disappointed this afternoon," Linda 
murmured, remembering the way she had hoped for a long, plunging stroke that 
would send the whole of Paul's lusty prick slithering deep into her cunt. 

"You know, I thought a little about trying to give him a suck on the way 
down here. While we were driving, I mean. I guess that would have been the 
wrong thing to do." 

"He'd have fallen through the floor of the car!" Joy exclaimed. "I'm not 
kidding, honey, he really doesn't like for anyone to go down on him. He 
never even liked for me to play with his dick! I remember there were lots of 
times, right after we were married, that I'd just loved to have kissed his 
cock, made love to it, after he'd fucked me. I didn't try to but once, 
though. After that, I made damned sure that I didn't even let him know I'd 
like to get that thing in my mouth!" 

"I've known a few guys that were sort of like that," Linda observed. "I 
don't think I ever knew one that was quite so ... well, difficult about 
letting a girl do things like that. Some guys really dig it." 

"I know," Joy said with a tone of warm approval. "That Pete, for example. 
Sure, he's just a hungry stud out for what he can get, but, my God, he loves 
to fuck and all that other stuff! He's not much for length but honey, he's 
got a prick that's as big around as my forearm! And does he ever love for a 
girl to handle it!" 

"I'm glad you've told me this," Linda said. "I thought for a while that 
perhaps I'd done something to offend Paul. You know, that this was why he 
wasn't any ... well, any more ardent when we made love." 

"No, he's always like that. He just gets the head of that thing in the mouth 
of your cunt and giggles it a little. God knows I've tried enough to get him 
to ram it in and really give the old cunt a workout, but he just won't do it 
that way. He's got this idea that a nice girlthe kind he'd marry or take 
down to the beach for a weekend doesn't want to be fucked really hard and he 
just won't do it, no matter what." 

They lay quietly for a few minutes and then Joy looked over at Linda with a 
warmed smile. They were lying head and head and it was easy for them to make 
visual contact. 

"I guess if anyone were to bring Paul out of it, you'd be the one," Joy 
said. "You know, you've got those big boobs, that long-legged, hungry look 
that just screams out to a man, 'I want to be fucked!' If he didn't get 
turned on by you I guess he'll never make it at all!" 

"I think I've just been complimented," Linda remarked. "But now I wonder if 
I'll ever get out of here alive. You know, when Moon was doing those things 
to me, I felt a lot more alive than I've ever been before with a man. And 
yet I detested him; I hate the thought of being raped; I didn't feel 
anything but hate and disgust when he started doing those things to me." 

"But as soon as you felt a prick start nibbling away at the lips of your 
pussy, you just went out of control, is that it?" Joy interrupted to say. 
"Like you couldn't help it but you just had to have some more?" 

"That's it exactly!" Linda cried out. 

"I know just how you feel," Joy said. "Well, maybe not exactly; I guess I 
was a little more turned on at first than you were when they began making 
that fuck talk. But they're sure not a pair of winners, whatever you can say 
for them." 

"It bothers me," Linda complained. "That I could feel such loathing for them 
and still be affected so much by them. Or not even by them, to be honest; 
once, when I looked over and saw Moon doing something to you I felt as 
though I'd die if I didn't get to come immediately!" 

"Honey, you've just got a prick-loving pussy," Joy said, adopting a warm, 
conciliatory tone. "Some girls are that waythey might not think so but 
whenever they see fucking, or think about itmuch less when they feel a man's 
cockthey just can't help responding. Face up to it, girl; you've got an 
active cunt and there's no way you can make it mind its own business. I'm 
the same way myself. Whenever I see that a man's interested in me my pussy 
starts heating up and before I know it I've almost scorched the crotch of my 
panties!" 

"I hate myself," Linda muttered, frowning as she considered what she had 
learned about herself. "I've always prided myself on being independent, 
self-reliant, able to make up my own mind. And now I find that I'm a slave 
to what's between my legs. Oh, I feel like a common whore!" 

"If what I've heard and read is true," Joy corrected her, "you're nothing 
like a whore. Those girls, you know, most of them don't get much fun at all 
out of screwing." 

"You're probably right," Linda admitted. "I've heard that too. But you know 
what I mean; I just feel awful about it! 

"There's not much ..." Joy began, and then broke off in silence as the door 
to the bedroom opened and Moon walked into the room. Sky followed close 
behind and they stood beside the bed, leering down at the helpless pair. 
Whatever they had decided during their conversation outside, they appeared 
unwilling to make it known. Neither Joy nor Linda felt free enough to ask 
what was coming next. 

"You know, that was a good idea," Moon drawled after a long silence. "I 
mean, about getting that guy in here and having this one chick jerk him off. 
I'd like to see that big bitch covered with come from head to foot!" 

"How about trying the other one?" Sky suggested. "The wop? He might be made 
out of different stuff." 

"Good idea," Moon said. "Go get him and make him strip down. We'll see if 
he's got any more lead in his pencil than that other freak had." 

Sky disappeared into the other room and they could hear him ordering Pete to 
lie still while he unlocked the handcuffs. They came into the bedroom 
shortly afterwards; Pete was naked and his hands had been handcuffed behind 
his back. Linda could not help looking at his prick, as well as at the rest 
of him. Tall and swarthy, Pete had a very good physique. His broad shoulders 
and thick chest would have been equally fitting on a professional athlete. A 
thick mat of crisp, black hair covered most of his body. Linda saw that his 
prick, limp and dangling, was very shortperhaps only two inches in lengthbut 
it was already at least as big around as Paul's cock had been when it was 
fully grown. She knew that the tool would gain some length when it had been 
brought to a full, throbbing erection and she realized that if its 
circumference increased proportionately he would indeed provide a woman with 
many an exciting moment to rememberif she could take it. 

"Look at them stones!" Sky jeered. "He's fixed pretty good for a wop, ain't 
he? Not much for length but he might be able to stretch a cunt out of shape 
for a few inches!" 

"Come on, private eye," Moon said, waving his ever-present pistol at Pete, 
"crawl up there beside that little chick. See if she can suck up a stiff for 
you." 

Pete was hampered by the awkward position of his hands but he managed to 
mount the bed and crawl into position beside Joy's face. She was ready 
enough to provide him with the service Moon had ordered and she began by 
kissing the heavy, dangling sack and the two huge balls it enclosed. 

"Come on, get to work on that cock!" Moon ordered. "Don't waste no time 
licking his balls; that never done nobody no good!" 

Pete moved slightly and lowered himself enough for Joy to get the tip of her 
tongue onto the head of his prick. In order to get her mouth fully over the 
head of the organ, however, she needed to have him leaning farther forward. 
Since his hands were locked behind his back, Pete could not do this without 
toppling forward. 

"Shit, we got to cut one of 'em loose," Sky grumbled when he saw that they 
could not fully accomplish the plan Moon had devised for them. 

"Cut that chick loose," Moon ordered. "No, better untie herwe might need the 
rope later on." 

Sky unfastened the knots holding Joy's arms and legs to the bed and tossed 
the cords aside. 

She sat up, rubbed her wrists thankfully, and looked about. Moon told her to 
do what had to be done and she rearranged herself, taking up a position so 
that she could work on Pete's cock and direct it down upon Linda's body when 
she had brought him to an explosion. Again Linda was struck by the skill and 
the avidity with which the woman handled the man's prick. Joy seized the 
tool as though it was the dearest thing in the world to her and there was an 
expression of happy contentment on her pretty face as she mouthed and 
caressed the thick lance. 

"Nothing wrong with his reactions," Sky commented as she swiftly brought him 
to a full, quivering erection. 

Linda shuddered with a pleasure she could not suppress when she beheld the 
full magnificence of Pete's tool As Joy had said, it was not especially 
longperhaps a little over six inchesbut it was fearfully thick. Better 
still, the purple head flared out into a broad, sweeping ridge and sat upon 
the sturdy shaft like an obscene crown. She could not help wondering what it 
would be like to have that absurdly large penis head scraping back and forth 
in her well-oiled cunt; the very thought brought even more life and moisture 
to the sensitive lips of her pussy. 

"What do you think about that hunk of prick?" Moon asked Linda, grinning 
with delight at her embarrassed expression. "Think you might feel it if he 
was to ram that up your funnel?" 

"Please don't do it to me anymore," Linda begged. "What have I done to 
deserve treatment like this? I've never harmed you!" 

Her words might as well have been spoken in Chinese for all the effect they 
had upon Moon. He guffawed at her shame and ordered Joy to work harder. 

"You really serious about this?" she asked, looking up with Pete's cock 
still in her hand. "About me making him shoot off and squirt come all over 
her?" 

"Why the hell do you think I said it?" Moon demanded, drawing back his left 
hand slightly, as if to deal her another resounding blow. "Of course I mean 
for you to do it!" 

"The only reason I asked," Joy hastened to point out, "is that I know how to 
make him come really big. I thought if you were serious I'd do it the way I 
know best." 

"Then get the hell to doing it," Moon snarled. "Come on, babe, get your ass 
on the ball!" 

"You're going to love this," Joy purred, looking up at Pete with a light of 
sensual delight in her eyes. "I'll do it just the way you like it best!" 

Pete said nothing but a happy smile spread across his face. Joy's left hand 
dipped between her thighs; Linda could see it and she noticed that the woman 
drove her middle finger far up into the mouth of her cunt and moved it about 
for a moment. When she withdrew her hand, the finger was thickly coated with 
the cunty oils it had collected. Joy now reached around Pete's hips with her 
left hand and slipped the middle finger between the cheeks of his ass. 
Probing delicately for a moment, she found his anus and jabbed the finger 
into the tiny opening. 

"Ummm!" Pete groaned, rolling his eyes as the finger sent a shock of sexual 
pleasure through his muscular body. "That's it, baby, do it good!" 

Joy now leaned forward again and put her mouth back over the head of his 
cock. Her right fist circled the thick shaft, generously lubricated with 
saliva from her loving, wet kisses and began pumping furiously. Between the 
delicious sensations imparted by her middle finger, the frantic activity of 
her tongue and the steady pumping of her fist, Pete's nervous system 
collapsed and he surrendered to the erotic tornado she had aroused in him. 

"God, you're sucking my balls off!" he cried, lunging forward in an effort 
to spear her mouth even deeper. 

Joy lifted her mouth off his cock. She recognized from long practice that 
she had stimulated him beyond his endurance and that the climax was not far 
off. She jabbed her middle finger even deeper and fistfucked him with an 
even faster stroke. Her right hand glided up and down the glistening shaft 
with lightning speed, pulling the loose skin back taut and exposing the 
broad, lust-inflamed prickhead in all its sullen glory. 

Pete gave another despairing groan and then straightened up convulsively. A 
thick stream of come shot out the tip of his prick. The velocity of the 
first jet was such that it completely overshot Linda's body and spattered 
against the rumpled sheet. Joy adjusted his aim and the succeeding spurts of 
semen rained down upon the girl's breasts and belly. Before his balls had 
given out, Pete covered her with a liberal quantity of the mucilaginous 
cream. 

"I can't let this good stuff go to waste," Joy murmured as the jets turned 
into a weak dribble and ran down onto her knuckles. She bent forward again 
and cleansed him with her mouth. By working her fist and her hand in 
skillful unison she was able to coax a few more droplets of sperm from his 
balls; these disappeared into her greedy throat. 

Linda could see that the woman would have been very happy if even more of 
that salty, masculine dew had been available to her. For her own part, Linda 
felt a raging fire roaring away in her womb. The sight of Pete's thick cock, 
being expertly manipulated by Joy's knowing hands and skilled mouth, had 
excited her immensely; the sight of that tool spewing out semen had thrilled 
her even more; the drops of hot sperm splashing on her body had filled her 
with a throbbing desire to be possessed completely by a super-well-endowed 
man. Had her hands been freed, she would almost certainly have buried them 
between her legs and brought herself to the orgasm she wanted, despite the 
onlookers. As it was, she could only writhe weakly and moan as the spasms of 
unsatisfied lust wracked her groin. 

"What do you want?" Moon asked her in a scornful tone of voice. "You want 
somebody to stuff a prick up your cunt? Is that what you're blabbering 
about?" 

"No!" Linda cried, forcing her lips to deny the needs that burned within her 
body. "I don't want anything of the kind!" 

"Huh! I bet we could have you begging for a cuntful of cock in no time at 
all," Moon retorted. "In fact, I just might prove it to you so you'll see 
that I'm generally right about these things!" 

"You can't make me want it!" Linda snapped, successfully finding the courage 
to put up a false front. "I can do without anything you or any other man's 
likely to offer me!" 

"Let's just see about that," Moon said, handing his pistol to Sky and 
crawling up onto the bed beside her. "I'm gonna dip my cock in some of the 
come that wop just shot onto your belly. And then I'll stick it up to you 
and you'll lick his come off my dick. How's that sound to you, you stuck-up 
bitch?" 

"Ugghh!" Linda said, turning pale at his words. 

"All right, don't say I didn't warn you," Moon grunted. 

Just as he had threatened, he wiped the head of his pricknow half-swollen 
with lusty excitement and almost fully as thick as it would ever getover her 
belly, picking up a generous portion of the creamy sperm Pete had ejaculated 
onto her. He moved closer, bringing the spermy rod closer to her lips. She 
watched the approach of that nauseous morsel, eyeing it as though it were a 
rattlesnake, and kept her lips closed tightly. 

The sight of Moon's prick seemed to hypnotize her. She could not turn her 
face away, though it would have been easy to do so. A long, ropy strand of 
come dripped down from the tip of his prick and finally dropped squarely 
onto her full, crimson lips. Before she could seize control of her impulses, 
her tongue darted forth and sucked the droplet of sperm into her mouth. The 
taste, salty and ripe with male lust, caused her head to reel with sensual 
excitement and she knew that she could not long resist the temptation to 
suck the prick that was being offered her. Moon added to her temptation by 
reaching down to caress one of her nipples. The effect of his fingers was 
electric: her cunt began throbbing even more furiously and it seemed that 
she had turned into a gigantic cunt, aching and yearning for penetration by 
a prick. 

"Tell you what," Moon whispered, continuing to massage the nipple and to add 
to her discomfort, "If you'll just suck my dick clean I'll give it back to 
you in the cunt! Yeah, lick my cock off and I'll shove it so far up your 
funnel you'll never stop coming! Wouldn't that be a fair shake? Shit, 
girlie, you couldn't ask for more than that!" 

Linda closed her eyes and tried to force words into her throat. She wanted 
to tell him that she utterly rejected his supposed "bargain," which sounded 
like substituting one depravity for another; instead she said something 
quite different. 

"I'll do it!" she cried, closing her eyes tightly and opening her lips to 
the prick hanging near them. "Mmmm! Glbb!" 

Moon chuckled heartily as the girl closed her lips around his cock and 
lifted her head, forcing her lips even farther down upon the tool. Linda 
sucked him with a driving, furious intensity as if she intended to wrench 
the sperm from his balls with her mouth alone. She moaned wildly as her 
tongue flickered up and down the sperm-laden length; the taste of Pete's 
come, together with the riper cunt oils left on the tool when Joy had 
slipped her own juicy cunt around it, were enough to turn Linda into a 
perfect dervish. She strained madly at her bonds and writhed in ecstasy as 
her pussy and clitoris began humming with renewed vigor. 

"Do it to me!" she cried out when Moon at last removed his prick. "Fuck me! 
Fuck my cunt! Fill it with cock! I'm dying to come; I'll die if I don't get 
fucked!" 

Again and again she begged for the stroke that would ease the torment in her 
loins. Moon took his time in settling between her thighs and fixing the head 
of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Linda continued to moan and 
plead for the weapon; one would have thought that she had moved over into 
total delirium. Moon hesitated a moment after he had seated the head of his 
cock between the lips of her pussy, then lunged forward in a bulllike rush 
that sent every bit of his massive tool plowing into her overheated cunt. 

"Owww! Oohh! Aiiiee!" Linda wailed, nearly torn in two by the vicious 
thrust. "Omigod! I'm coming all over! Oh, do it, do it! Fuckfuckfuck! FUCK 
MY CUNT!" 

Her cries turned into incoherent wails as the orgasmic fury mounted within 
her young body. Her nipples throbbed with vitality; her clitoris sung with 
sensual glory; every portion of her body resounded to the mighty strokes of 
Moon's cock. He pistoned in and out of her at a rapid rate, seating the head 
of his tool in her cervix at every stroke and bringing gasps of wondering 
joy to her lips. Again and again he fucked his cock home, ripping and 
gouging at her until it seemed that her cunt would surely be torn loose from 
its moorings. Long after her own climax had faded away into a series of 
limp, semi-conscious groans he continued to pump furiously. Finally he 
uttered an exasperated oath and rolled off her, looking down at his 
still-erect tool with anger. 

"Shit, I thought I had another come about worked up!" he snorted. "Damn, I 
could almost feel it! Well, I guess I'll just have to wait a while longer 
and try again." 

"Might not be no bad idea," Sky agreed, pointing to Moon's watch. "It's 
eleven o'clock, almost." 

"Hey, you're right," Moon agreed, shaking his head as if to drive out the 
last lusty mists. "We'd better get down to the beach and be ready for the 
signal." 

"I'm gonna put some clothes on," Sky told him. "It's getting cold outside." 

"Yeah, it ain't no time for skinny dipping," Moon said. "Okay, let me find 
my shirt and pants. And we better tie that other chick up too can't tell 
when the dumb cunt will decide to run away." 

"I'm not going anywhere," Joy protested. 

Her promises had no effect on the men. when they walked out of the bedroom 
she again laid next to Linda, tied hand and foot to the frame of the bed and 
unable to move more than an inch in any direction. She sighed wearily and 
tried to make herself as comfortable as possible, which was a difficult feat 
due to the position. 

 Chapter Five 

"It looks as though we're right back where we started from," Joy said, after 
deciding that she would not be able to go to sleep. 

"And I'm up to my old tricks again," Linda murmured disgustedly. "I did it 
again! I thought I would puke when they started. And then, seeing you jack 
off Pete got me excited and when he wiped his cock in that come and dribbled 
it over my lips I ... well, I just blacked out. It's awful!" 

"You didn't sound like you thought it was awful," Joy reminded her, "not 
when he got over you and shoved that big cock of his up your cunt!" 

"Oh, I couldn't help myself," Linda replied, closing her eyes and flushing 
brightly at the memory. "All I could think of then was being fucked; it 
seemed as though my cunt was going to fall off if I didn't come. I honestly 
don't know what's happening to me: in my mind I could see that awful things 
were happening to me but most of me was enjoying all of it." 

"In most women the cunt is more powerful than the mind," Joy pointed out. 
"At least in the ones that are well adjusted, or so I always thought. When 
you've got a fire between your legs you just can't stop to look too closely 
at the fireman that shows up to put it out!" 

"I never thought of it that way," Linda said, smiling at the example. Then, 
after a moment's silence, she went on: "That was the first time I'd ever 
seen someone jerk a guy off. I mean, I've done it to guys myself but it was 
always in the dark; I never knew it was so exciting to see. And you really 
seemed to like doing it." 

"I did!" Joy agreed emphatically. "I got turned on to that kind of stuff a 
couple of years after I married Paul. I was seeing a lot of this fellow who 
lived in the same apartment house with us and when I was having my period 
we'd do it that way. He taught me how to use my mouth and my hands. I don't 
know what it is, but the sight of a big, hard prick in my hands, shooting 
come all over everything, just makes me tingle all over. Besides, it feels 
good to hold onto him while he's shooting." 

"And that other business," Linda went on, "about you putting your hand on 
his rearwhat about that?" 

"You mean fingerfucking him in the ass? The same guy taught me that," Joy 
said, chuckling at the thought. "This guy was just a total sex 
animaleverything you could do in the sex line, he was ready for it and he 
knew all the tricks. At first I thought it was pretty bad but when he showed 
me how good it was I picked up on it. Lots of guys dig that, you know." 

"I didn't know," Linda replied. "I noticed, though, that when he was in me 
the deepest, I could feel his balls rubbing against my asshole. I never felt 
that before, I don't think. Amazing how good it felt." 

"You've never been fucked in the ass?" 

"Good heavens! Of course not!" 

Linda seemed horrified at the thought. Indeed she had never even considered 
the possibility. As she thought about it, though, she felt her pussy again 
begin warming, becoming more of a living thing as the hot, passionate blood 
rushed to the sensitive organ. The idea of having a man mount her and 
introduce his cock into that most private opening filled her at once with 
dread and fascination. Would the sensation be like that of a prick going 
into her cunt? Would she be able to detect every wrinkle, every bump, every 
variation in the masculine tool's outline? What about the finish, when his 
balls spat forth the lusty oil of love? Would that wondrous explosion 
register as clearly? 

"You've got something to look forward to," Joy told her. "It's sort of like 
taking a prick in the cunt, but then in some ways it's nothing like it. It's 
like ... well, it's like nothing else in the world. Jesus, I'd sure hate to 
take that Moon up my ass; the way he's hung he'd probably fuck me into a 
bloody pulp!" 

"Ugghh, it's an awful idea!" Linda blurted, realizing that she had been 
toying with an idea of the utmost depravity and that a part of her had 
actually been intrigued by the perverted action. "I'm sorry I even brought 
it up!" 

"Don't knock if, if you haven't tried it," Joy advised. "Pete and I were at 
a party a couple of weeks agosix or eight couples who saw eye to eye on 
things like thatand there was this one girl who wouldn't have it any other 
way. She wanted everybody to fuck her in the ass and did she ever have a 
fine time of it!" 

"I'll be she'd let out a yell when Pete stuck that big thing of his in her," 
Linda remarked thoughtfully, remembering the astonishing dimensions of the 
detective's prick. She started to add another sentence and then decided to 
change the subject. "Where do you think they've gone? What are they waiting 
for? Those men who attacked us, I mean?" 

"From what they said they're meeting a boat," Joy said. "I wonder if they're 
spies? They don't look like hippies; maybe they're part of a mob of some 
kind. They might even be meeting a shipment of dope or something like that." 

"I thought they said something about a man coming in," Linda mused. "But 
when they were talking about that, I was either too scared or too drugged 
with sex to pay much attention to them. Do you think they'll really let us 
go when they get whatever they came for?" 

"Who knows?" Joy muttered, frowning thoughtfully. "They might, but then 
again they might not want to leave any witnesses. Who can tell? One thing's 
for sure, though: whatever they're going to do, they'll do and we won't be 
able to stop them." 

"You're right about that," Linda agreed. "I've never felt so helpless in my 
life!" 

Depressed at the conclusion they had reached, they lapsed into silence for a 
few minutes. They were interrupted in their reveries by the return of Moon 
and Sky. 

"So all right, we do what we were supposed to do," they heard Moon growl as 
the pair stalked back into the house. "We wait till tomorrow night and try 
again. What's wrong with that?" 

"Nothing's wrong," Sky was quick to admit. "Shit, we got food here, enough 
to drink, a couple of chicks to play around with, who could want any more 
than that? I'll stay here as long as you say, Moon, you know that!" 

"Hey, why don't you have a heart?" Joy called out in an irritated tone. "Are 
you trying to murder us?" 

"What are you bitching about now?" Moon grumbled, walking into the bedroom. 
"You don't want to start giving us ideas, you know." 

Joy's courage nearly melted at that crude threat but her anger was 
sufficient to drive her into continuing. "Look at this girl beside me," she 
snapped. "She's been tied up hand and foot for half a day, almost, and she's 
hungry. She might even have to ... well, answer a call of nature. What will 
it hurt if you let her up for a little while?" 

"Okay, okay," Moon agreed, almost jovial for a change. "I could eat again 
myself. All right, we'll let the both of you up for a while." 

He and Sky unfastened the knots holding the-girls to the bed. Linda sat up 
and rubbed the raw, red marks on her ankles and wrists. She was acutely 
aware of the dried sperm on her body, of the trickle of musky oil running 
from the lips of her pussy and dribbling down onto her thighs and buttocks. 

"I sure would like to shower," she murmured, trying to cast an appealing 
look at her captors. "I'm just a mess all over!" 

"Not a chance," Moon replied. "A little come never hurt anybody. What the 
hell, I like a pussy best when it's covered with three or four days of fuck 
juice! You can piss and take a crap but that's all, understand?" 

"Hey, I got an idea," Sky blurted out, giggling under his breath as he gazed 
at Linda. "Come here, girlie, you're gonna take a little walk with me." 

Linda got up slowly. She found it uncomfortable to stand after having been 
tied in a prone position for so long, but Sky's demonstrated wickedness 
prompted her to move. He led her into the living room and over to the pillar 
to which Paul and Pete were handcuffed. They looked miserable and were, of 
course, naked. Moon and Joy emerged from the bedroom and watched curiously. 

"I ain't done nothing like this since I was a kid," Sky said over his 
shoulder to his partner. "Girlie, I want you to stand over your lover boy 
here, the one that couldn't get his cock into working order. Yeah, just 
straddle him like that, up a little closer to his head." 

Linda put her feet on either side of Paul's chest; the exaggerated posture 
pulled her thighs apart and he had an excellent worm's-eye view of her 
pussy. The tender lips parted slightly, revealing the inner flesh; he could 
see the flakes of dried sperm on her pubic hair and the wet trails of fresh 
sperm trickling down from her cunt and staining her thighs. 

"Now, what I want you to do is this," Sky continued, grinning in his 
idiotic, perverted way. "I want you to reach down into that honey pot with 
both hands and spread them lips apart, real wide, so your little peehole 
will show. And then I want to see you piss all over him!" 

Linda stiffened with shock at the absurd order. Paul turned a bright shade 
of red and started to protest. Then, remembering the demonstrated cruelty of 
the men, he thought better of it and closed his mouth. Joy sucked in an 
apprehensive breath and assumed a worried look. 

"I ... I can't do it standing up!" Linda protested, fumbling for words. "No, 
I don't think I can do it! Please don't make me do such an awful thing to 
him!" 

"You can either piss on him or stand there till you drop," Sky said, 
shrugging to show his indifference. "Don't make a bit of difference to me. 
And then after you've pissed on your boyfriend you can move over to the wop 
here and drop a turd in his facemaybe if you could flavor it with some 
garlic so he might even think it was good!" 

"You sonofabitch!" Pete stormed, forgetting for a moment that he was utterly 
helpless. 

"Listen, wop, how would you like for me to spread your balls out on the 
floor and stomp on 'em?" Sky said, throwing a contemptuous look at the 
private detective. "You lip off any more, and you can say good-bye to pussy 
forever!" 

Pete turned pale at the threat and immediately fell silent. He had enough 
experience with hoodlums to be able to tell when a threat was real and he 
had no doubt that Sky was perfectly capable of doing exactly what he said. 

"I... I'll try," Linda promised, biting her lip and looking down at Paul 
with shame and regret. "I'm sorry, darling; I don't know what else to do." 

"It'll be all right," Paul managed to say, though it cost him a mighty 
effort. "You'd better humor them; there's no telling what they might do if 
you don't go along with them!" 

-Linda opened the lips of her pussy as ordered and tried to make her 
sphincter release its-grip on her urethral passage. Try as she would, 
however, she could not force the urine from her body. 

"Hey, that ain't such a good idea after all," Moon suddenly said to Sky. "I 
mean, I ain't got nothing against the chick pissing on the banker; hell, 
every banker oughtta be pissed on twice a day!" 

"What's the beef then?" Sky asked, disappointed at Moon's betrayal of his 
foul scheme. 

"If we gotta stay here till late tomorrow night we don't want people pissing 
and shitting on everything," Moon pointed out. "It'll stink up the place." 

"You're right," Sky had to admit, though it obviously cost him an effort to 
give up his chosen tactic. "All right, girlie, get off the banker; I guess 
all he gets 4s a look at your twat!" 

"If you wanna see her piss standing up, take her in the crapper," Moon 
suggested, knowing his partner's twisted mentality. "If you wanna see the 
banker get a faceful of piss wait till tomorrow night when we're ready to 
leave." 

Linda stepped off Paul with a sigh of relief. She quickly learned that her 
shame and embarrassment was not to be totally averted, however. 

"Okay, girlie, into the John," Sky told her. "We'll do it like Moon says. 
Back when I was a kid we used to do this with girls catch one and take her 
into an alley somewhere and make her piss standing up. Sometimes it'd take a 
girl nearly an hour before she could get the piss to running, but she'd 
always do it!" 

Linda shuddered at the thought of having to perform a toilet function in 
front of those bleary, milky blue eyes; only the thought of what might 
happen if she refused prompted her feet to carry her in the direction of the 
bathroom. Sky herded her into the small room and directed her to stand in 
the shower, facing him. He opened his trousers and took out his prick, 
almost fully erect, and began stroking it with his left fist. His pistol 
remained in his right hand, a constant threat and reminder of the power he 
had over her. 

"Honest, I'm not kidding," Linda told him, trying to adopt a pleading look 
and to play upon whatever sense of pity he might have. "I just don't think I 
can do it!" 

"Okay, stand there," Sky told her. "If you want I'll tie your hands up to 
that showerhead and you can stand there all night!" 

Linda understood that he might well do just that. Her bladder was full 
enough to give her an uncomfortable feeling. She knew that she ought to be 
able to produce a satisfactory flow of urine and she told herself that she 
had to do as Sky said. She grasped the lips of her pussy, opening them wide, 
and Sky nodded approvingly. He continued to pump his fist up and down the 
shaft of his prick with slow, deliberate strokes. 

"Ain't nothing like watching a girl pee standing up," he said. "First time I 
saw it I nearly creamed my jeans. And seeing a big, fat, juicy turd coming 
out of a girl's asshole, that's just pure gravy!" 

Linda shuddered at his words. He seemed to have an unearthly talent for 
upsetting her, for making her flesh crawl with fear, horror, and revulsion. 
She forced herself to ignore him and concentrated on emptying her bladder. 
To her surprise, she found that her efforts were successful far quicker than 
she would ever have imagined. She felt the loosening of the sphincter and 
then the gushing flow of warm urine. Sky giggled heatedly as the golden 
stream arched out from her loins, spattering onto the floor of the shower. 
His fist began moving up and down the shaft of his prick at a quicker pace; 
an expression of intense concentration came over his dull, vacant face. 

She stood there, feet wide apart and with both hands clutched to her pussy, 
until the flow trickled off. The last few drops of urine ran down onto the 
lips of her pussy and then onto her slender, well-formed thigh. Sky 
continued to pump his cock furiously but an expression of regret came over 
his face when he understood that the performance was over. He ordered her to 
step out of the shower and to flush the remaining urine down the drain with 
a gush of water from the showerhead. 

"Don't want to stink up the place," he said, though it was perfectly obvious 
that he would have been oblivious to any amount of stench and filth. "Now 
hop up onto the stool and squat down. Let's see if you can pop out a turd or 
two for old Sky!!" 

Linda hesitated but one glimpse of the hatred and determination in his pale 
blue eyes decided her against any resistance. She mounted the stool as 
directed, moving uncertainly as she assumed the unfamiliar stance, and 
balanced herself by holding one hand against the bathroom wall. She was all 
too conscious of the fact that Sky, sitting on the floor in front of her, 
could see every detail of her pussy and anus. She felt utterly exposed to 
him; it was as though she was being forced to allow him to peer into the 
most private, secret, and intimate parts of her very being. 

"Just sit there," Sky told her, continuing to stroke his prick in the same 
methodical way. "You'll get a turd to coming out pretty soon; if you don't, 
you'll sit there till your knees lock up!" 

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the awful man who was 
forcing her to humiliate herself by performing the most intimate functions 
before him. Concentrating upon her bowels, she worked the muscles of her 
abdomen and heaved mightily. At first she felt nothing. After trying again 
several times, she felt a rewarding sense of movement deep in her body and 
knew that she was going to be able to produce. Sky, watching the telltale 
movements of her anus as it prepared itself to expel the missile. It loomed 
into view, spreading the tiny, brown rim of her anus and moving steadily 
down, a brown, shiny torpedo. Sky's eyes narrowed and his fist flashed up 
and down his prick at a furious pace. His breath whistled out his nose as 
his passion mounted. More and more of the turd came into view, hanging down 
like an obscene tail, until a good six inches of the brown mass hung below 
her rectum. 

"Beautiful!" Sky whispered, eyes popping out with delight. "Keep it going, 
baby, keep that shit rolling!" 

Linda heaved again and another inch of the turd slid forth. Too heavy to 
hang any longer, it snapped off and dropped into the stool, bringing a loud 
splash; three smaller brown tails popped out of the tiny opening and then it 
resolutely swung shut. She tightened her abdominal muscles again, trying to 
force more of the vulgar material out, but nothing happened. Her anus worked 
convulsively but produced no more than a few suggestive wiggles. 

"No more!" she gasped, relaxing her muscles and gulping in a breath of air. 
"I don't have any more!" 

"Okay, okay, that's good enough," Sky muttered, springing to his feet and 
advancing upon her. "Here, get your mouth over my cock quick! I can feel the 
come; it's almost here! Come on, baby, suck my dick!" 

Linda could not refuse. He shoved the tip of his cock at her mouth and she 
took it. He continued to jack off as she ran her tongue around the groove at 
the back of the prick's head. Even though she had felt terribly humiliated 
at having to perform an excretory function with him looking on, the act had 
excited her deeply and she felt a surging blast of sexual heat radiating 
through her pussy. Crazed by lust and excited beyond her endurance, she 
allowed her right hand to sneak between her spread thighs. Her fingers 
sought and found the whiskered slit that was throbbing so unmercifully. She 
caressed the glowing lips of her pussy for a moment, spreading her fingers 
on either side of the ultra-tender clitoris, and then plunged them deep into 
the taut, moist mouth of her cunt. The thrill of being penetrated lent an 
extra dose of vigor to her tongue. She caught the head of Sky's prick 
between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, seizing him in a grip of 
unsurpassed erotic tenderness, and began bobbing her head back and forth as 
she fingerfucked herself with quick, darting strokes. 

"Hey, that's the way to eat dick!" Sky murmured, holding the back of her 
head and forcing her lips farther down the shaft of his cock. "Oh, baby, you 
suck cock like it was going out of style! Oohh! Ugghh! Do it, baby, do it 
all the way and I'll shoot come all over your mouth!" 

She mouthfucked him scientifically, varying the pressure and the rapidity of 
her caresses until she felt him lift himself up onto the balls of his feet 
and stiffen his entire body. Recognizing the signs of an incipient orgasm, 
she drove her fingers into her cunt at an even faster clip and strummed her 
aching, lust-swollen clitoris with her thumb. She sucked in deeply, 
welcoming the coming blast, and then shuddered heavily when she felt the 
man's cock begin twitching and leaping about in her hot, grasping mouth. 

"Mmmm! Gggg!" she mumbled, trying to express her zealous approval of the 
spewing come. 

As the first hot jet of love cream spurted deep into her mouth, her fingers 
worked their own climactic magic upon her cunt. Prompted by the exuberant 
orgasm she had induced in Sky, her womb turned into hot jelly and began 
cascading down upon her fingers. She felt her vaginal muscles contract as 
the tremors coursed through her loins, multiplying in intensity until it 
seemed almost that her cunt was eating away at the fingers which had brought 
it such agonizing pleasure. The warm vaginal juices oozed down onto the 
probing fingers, saturating them with wet cunt drippings; she continued to 
fuck her fingers into the opening until there was no feeling left in the 
organ. 

"Hey, that wasn't bad at all," Sky congratulated her when he finally stepped 
back and pulled his prick out of her mouth. "Yeah, you really went down on 
me! And you just took all the starch out of it too!" 

His cock drooped limply, totally defeated by Linda's single minded devotion 
to it. She closed her eyes and savored the last drops of sperm, reveling in 
the thick, rich, salty taste of masculine sex, and then swallowed the creamy 
gruel. She pulled her fingers from her cunt slowly, as if reluctant to give 
up the pleasure, and wearily climbed down from the stool. Without thinking 
she reached behind to pull the lever of the stool; a sudden rush of water 
carried away the evidence of her lewd performance that had excited Sky so 
deeply. He put his prick back into his trousers, zipped up his fly, and 
motioned her back into the living room. 

"Well? Did you get her to do everything just the way you wanted?" Moon 
demanded, making it clear that he did not share Sky's deep interest in 
viewing scatological toilet functions. 

"Man, she pissed all over everything!" Sky chortled. "And then I made her 
get up on the crapper and she dropped a load that you wouldn't believe! That 
little chick, she must have been saving it up just for me!" 

"Yeah, and then you got her to suck you off," Moon suggested. 

"Didn't I ever! She got enough come to last her another day or two, I 
reckon," Sky said. "She's the cocksuckingest bitch I've seen in a long time! 
She really loves to eat dick!" 

Linda blushed brightly at that. It wasn't enough that they had to force her 
to perform a variety of shameful, degrading, and humiliating acts; now they 
were actually boasting about it! And in front of other people at that! She 
could gladly have crawled into a knothole on the floor, had one been 
available. Neither Moon nor Sky took any notice of her embarrassment, 
however. Moon ordered her into the kitchen and told her to begin preparing a 
meal for them. 

"I don't care what the hell it is," he snapped after her. "Just make enough 
of something for me and some for the rest of these creeps. Sky, you want 
anything to eat?" 

"Naw, I don't want nothing," Sky said. "Shit, why you wasting food on that 
wop there? Or his pansy pal? The way I figure it, we ought to make them 
chicks squat down over their faces and let 'em eat pussy for a while. That's 
all a man needs to live on, I always heard." 

"Yeah, I thought about that," Moon agreed, wrinkling up his face in what 
might have been a grin. "I been thinking about some way we could amuse our 
two pals down there. It struck me that I might make this little chick here 
give the wop a fuck. You know, get on him and let that cunt of hers work on 
his dick awhile till she's got a quart or two of come in her. Then she could 
get off and feed it to that other freak there." 

Joy gasped with shock at this. It was she whom Moon had designated for this 
feat and she knew that Paul would have died rather than to have kissed her 
pussy, even if it had been given to him fresh from a hot bath. 

"How about that, girlie?" Moon asked, wheeling around to give her an 
inquiring look. "He's your husband, ain't he? The pansy, I mean?" 

"He's my husband," Joy admitted, darting a sorrowful look at Paul. 

Even though she felt little love for him, she knew him too well not to know 
how much he would hate having to perform the feat Moon had described and she 
regretted seeing him reviled in such a deadly fashion. She knew 
instinctively, though, that pointing this out to Moon would ensure his 
interest in making her do it just the way he had said and she decided that 
it would be better if she said nothing at all. 

"Maybe we'll get into that after we eat," Moon told them. "But not now, 
though; let's get that meal on the road." 

"I'm working on it," Linda hastened to assure him. "It's going to take a 
little while though." 

"All right, just don't go to sleep in there," Moon snapped. 

 Chapter Six 

Moon had changed his mind after they had finished eating and Linda had 
cleaned up the kitchen. He ordered Sky to handcuff Paul and Pete back to the 
pillarthey had been released to eat hastily under the watchful eyes of Sky 
and Moon and he then led the girls back into the bedroom. There they were 
securely tied to the bed. Moon threw a blanket over them and took another 
for himself; he announced his intention of going to sleep on the couch in 
the living room. 

"Wake me up in a couple of hours," he said to Sky. "You'd better stay awake 
just to be sure nothing happens." 

"All right, I'll be on guard," Sky promised. 

The night passed with the men taking turns in watching over their prisoners. 
Linda slept fitfully during the interval; even though the position into 
which Moon had forced her was uncomfortable, she was tired enough to rest a 
little. 

"I figured out a new way of doing things," Moon announced the next morning 
when he awoke them shortly after sunrise. He was untying the cords around 
her wrist when he spoke. "Me and Sky, we're not going to keep you two tied 
up anymore. At least not as long as you behave yourselves and don't try 
anything stupid like running away." 

"That'll be nice," Linda said, thankful for that small favor. 

"But if you do decide to make a break for it," he added, throwing her a 
spine-chilling look, "you'd better make it a good one. Because if we look 
around and find one of you gone, we're gonna shoot whoever's left before we 
pull out! You might keep that in mind in case you want to skip out." 

"I'm not going anywhere," Linda assured him. "I'm staying right here!" 

"That's the idea. You keep on talking like that, I just might start 
believing that you had some smarts," Moon told her. "Now you and your buddy 
here get in the kitchen and whip up some eggs and sausage. I worked me up an 
appetite during the night." 

Joy followed Linda into the kitchen and they set to work preparing the 
breakfast. They talked as they worked; both of them found that conversation 
helped ease the threat posed by Moon and Sky. 

"I think I just might get used to going around naked in front of a group of 
men if I had to do it long enough," Linda muttered as she whipped up a bowl 
of eggs. "I don't feel quite as self-conscious about it as I did yesterday." 

"It's no great thing," Joy said as she heated oil in the skillet for 
scrambling the eggs. "Lots of days I go around from the time I get up till 
the time I go to bed and never put a stitch on. I guess I'm a nudist at 
heart, though I never went to a nudist camp." 

"That never appealed to me," Linda said. "Maybe if I had a man around the 
house all the time I'd stop wearing clothes altogether." 

"It didn't do much to help me with Paul," Joy wryly pointed out. "In fact, I 
think it probably turned him off to see me wandering around with my pussy in 
plain view!" 

Linda said nothing to that; she remembered that she had intended to spend an 
illicit, hopefully lascivious weekend with Joy's husband and the memory 
sometimes made it difficult for her to relate satisfactorily to the woman. 

Moon finished his breakfast first. He wandered around the living room, 
casting an occasional glance toward Paul and Pete as they ate under the 
constant menace of Sky's pistol. He also eyed the girls from time to time; 
Linda had a strong suspicion that he was planning something devilishly 
wicked for them. As soon as she and Joy had cleaned up after the meal she 
found that her suspicion was entirely justified. 

"Come here," he said to her as soon as she had hung up the dish towel. "And 
bring one of them kitchen chairs with you." 

"What are you going to do?" she asked, fearful of his intentionsyet also 
excited. 

"A little something I've been thinking about," he told her. "You might call 
it a scientific experiment. Hey, Sky, I'm gonna be a scientific cat! What do 
you think about that?" 

"Sounds good to me," Sky loyally said. 

"You just put that chair down in the middle of the floor," Moon said to 
Linda. "And then stand behind it, up real close. Yeah, that's the way; you 
got the idea." 

Linda bellied up to the chair, still uncertain of what he planned for her 
but certain that it would be something dreadful. Moon nodded happily and 
then ordered Joy to bring the dish towel from the kitchen. 

"It'll make a good blindfold," he said, grinning in his perverted way. "For 
this experiment the subject's got to be blindfolded." 

He directed Joy to fold the towel into a long strip and then to tie it 
around Linda's head. When he was satisfied that she could see nothing, he 
came toward her. 

"Everybody's going to get a chance to be part of my experiment," he 
announced. "This little girl here needs to learn something and I've figured 
out a way to get the message across to her. She don't know yet that a cunt 
can't tell no difference between one prick and another so we've got to 
convince her of it. What we're gonna do is this: the chick there is gonna 
bend way over that chair as far as she can. That oughtta make her twat show 
up real good from the rear. And then this other babe here is gonna stand by 
to work everybody up to a hard if they ain't got one already. Once she gets 
a guy stiff, he's gonna shove the cock to this other chick and she's away 
from his cock with a regretful look; she would obviously have liked 
continuing to suck him until he had drowned her tonsils with a gushing burst 
of sperm. Moon silently motioned for him to advance and spear Linda's cunt 
with the thick-shafted prick rearing out from his loins. Joy found herself 
pressed into service; she was directed to guide Pete's prick into place and 
make sure that it was seated properly. 

"It's just me," she said to Linda as she gingerly spread the dark lips of 
the girl's pussy with one hand, holding Pete's cock with the other. "They 
want me to put it in for them. Here goes the first one!" 

Pete shivered with pleasure as he felt the girl's warm, moist cunt close 
around the head of his prick. He eased himself forward, driving more of the 
sturdy rod into her flesh. Due to the extreme angle at which she was forced 
to bend forward, Linda's cuntal mouth was constricted and made far narrower 
than normal. Pete's prick, fearfully large at best, seemed utterly huge to 
her now; she moaned slightly and flinched away from the broad, stubby rod as 
it forced the mouth and walls of her cunt apart Even as she winced at the 
pain, however, she felt that same shameful tingle of sensual awakening 
appear in her clitoris and in the lips of her pussy. Her body, determined to 
have its own way, was responding to the brutal, anonymous attack of this 
unknown man! She bit her lip, trying to force back a cry of ecstatic 
approval. She could not deny that the ignominious posture, together with the 
mystery of being plumbed by a man she could not see, added another fillip of 
delight to the pleasure of having her cunt's mouth stretched to the utmost. 

But whose was the prick that was thus delighting her inner core? She forced 
herself to concentrate on the question. The tool seemed immense; therefore 
it must belong to either Moon, Peter or PaulSky's smaller cock would not 
stretch her so much, she thought. Moon's prick was the longest of the three 
and Pete's was the shorter, though perhaps it was also the broadest. Would 
Paul have managed to overcome his shrinking fear of performing in public? 
Linda suddenly realized with a shock of surprise the truth of Moon's 
seemingly absurd contention: she actually could not be sure which of the 
three pricks was burrowing into her cunt! It seemed to her, though, that the 
prick was now nosing into a region around her heart, she was so full of it, 
and so she decided to take a chance. 

"It's Moon," she announced. 

Moon grinned silently and motioned for Pete to step back. The detective 
seemed reluctant to leave the tightly gripping receptacle he had punctured 
but he dared not argue with the man. He pulled himself away regretfully. 
Joy, quick to seize her own opportunity for pleasure, reached out to grab 
his prick as soon as it had cleared the lusciously swollen lips of the 
girl's excited pussy. She pulled him over to her and mouthed the 
cunt-dampened tool; the blissful expression that came over her face as soon 
as she felt the blunt, conical head nestle against her tongue left no doubt 
of her readiness for sexual activity. 

"All right, there was the first one," Moon said to Linda as he moved to a 
position behind her. "Here's the next one. See what you make of it." 

He motioned for Sky to step forward. There was no need for Joy to kiss his 
cock into hardness; it already stuck out from his loins like a bar of iron. 
Nevertheless she plastered a wet, dripping kiss on the cock's naked head, 
smirking with pleasure as she did so, and again guided it into the furry 
crevice lurking between Linda's lovely thighs. Sky's first thrust was low 
and his prick slipped down the moist furrow and rubbed against the girl's 
stiffened clitoris. 

"Owww!" Linda groaned at the sudden, heart-rending contact. "Jesus, not so 
hard! That thing's sore!" 

"Don't pay him no mind," Moon advised. "Just stand there and take whatever 
we offer you." 

His words were wasted. Linda, deafened by the roar of blood-lust, knew 
nothing except that her cunt needed to be packed to the brim with hot, hard 
maleness. Sky spread his legs farther apart, lowering the axis of his prick, 
and Joy again aimed him into the nook. This time his thrust went home: a 
good four inches of cock slithered into the girl's cunt when he tightened 
his buttocks and shoved forward. 

"Eeee!" she cried, stung to the quick by the sudden and drastic penetration. 
"Oohh!" 

Sky grinned at that; he enjoyed bringing vocal reactions to the lips of the 
girls unlucky enough to be his partners in the rites of lust. He withdrew 
his cock, bringing it out until the ugly, ridged head lay in the mouth of 
Linda's tempestuous cunt and again drove it forward. He seated the length of 
the tool this time, driving it home with a, skewering, twisting thrust that 
brought a low, wavering cry of pained delight to her lips. 

"Oh, God, you're ripping my cunt apart!" she moaned, trying to grind her 
hips back against him and to rotate her cunt around the deliciously 
torturing lance. "You're fucking me to death!" 

Besieged by a maelstrom of sensual emotions, she felt the prick with acute 
clarity, she believed, but then she realized that she could not tell the 
difference between this one and the one that had split her before! Her 
sensual hunger was too gripping for her to be dismayed by this revelation; 
she cared only for the immediate needmore of that spine-tingling pressure! 
She discovered that by raising herself onto the balls of her feet she could 
make her cunt move against the solid, stiff prick in a way that sent shocks 
of sensual joy racing out from her clitoris and she began flexing herself up 
and down in an effort to fuck herself to a climax. The mystery only 
heightened her pleasure in being jabbed like a side of beefwhoever it was 
that had stretched her cunt, she wanted more of it! 

"Do it!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as she worked herself closer to a 
fever pitch of sensual excitement. "Do it to me! Fuck me all the way, fuck 
me till I come!" 

Sky would gladly have done just that but Moon grabbed his shoulder and 
signaled for him to pull out of her cunt. He did so, bringing a despairing 
cry to the girl's lips. She wanted more of it and she pleaded with the man 
not to empty her cunt. Moon ignored her pleas, of course, and insisted that 
Sky take his prick out. 

Joy again mouthed the wet prick, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she tasted 
Linda's arousal on the stiff tool. Her right hand crept down between her 
thighs and she began rubbing the area around her clitoris in an effort to 
bring herself to a climax. 

"Hey, that's pretty good!" Moon shouted, noticing what she was doing. "Hey, 
girlie, you know what your buddy's up to? She sucking these guys up so 
they'll be hard enough to fuck that miserable cunt of yours! And then after 
they get out she sucks 'em again! I reckon she likes the taste of your cunt 
maybe. Shit she might even be one of them switch-hitters I keep hearing 
about! How about that, girl? You like to eat pussy as much as you like to 
suck dick?" 

"I don't mind the taste of cunt," Joy told him, unruffled by his insidious 
implications. "It reminds me of fucking. But no, I'm not a switch-hitter; I 
never ate a girl's pussy in my life!" 

"Now might not be a bad time to start," Moon told her, obviously intrigued 
by the thought. "But not right now; maybe after a while. We'll see how 
things go before we try that!" 

Linda breathed a sigh of relief at that. She was in sufficient control of 
her senses to know that being kissed by Joy, especially on that most tender, 
most intimate spot, might be sensuality itself, but she also knew that it 
would be an act of the most perverted kind. She had already been forced to 
perform acts which she would never have contemplated before; being licked by 
another woman would be the finishing touch! 

Joy continued to finger her clitoris. She was kneeling on the bare wooden 
floor with her knees wide apart and she began weaving an intricate pattern 
of lusty motions with her hips. 

"By the way," Moon said, remembering that he had been too interested in the 
proceedings to ask the question, "whose cock was that that was just up your 
cunt?" 

"Yours," Linda said, grasping at the first name that came into her mind. "It 
was yours." 

Sky grinned with delight at that, taking it as a compliment to be measured 
against the mammoth prick that speared out from the base of Moon's belly. 
Moon returned the grin and advanced upon the girl. His own cock was only 
semi-erect. Joy performed her oral magic and soon had it raised up to its 
full, frightening size. She interrupted her masturbation long enough to 
spread the lips of Linda's pussy and to guide Moon's cock home; then she 
returned her hand to the furrow it had left and resumed caressing her 
prominent little clitoris. 

Moon fucked himself into Linda with a steady, flowing beat and had virtually 
all his prick in her at the end of the third stroke. She gasped repeatedly 
as he inserted the tool, withdrew it, then shoved it farther; each thrust 
seemed to rip her apart. Her cunt was already heated until it resembled a 
fleshly furnace. The excitement made the flesh swell and the walls of her 
cunt clung together all the more firmly, providing Moon's prick with 
considerable resistance. Each driving thrust split that flesh more and more, 
filling her more completely with the article she desired most intensely and 
bringing her ever closer to the inevitable explosion. Just when it seemed 
that one more shove would tip her womb upside down, spilling out a 
cornucopia of lustful delight, he stepped back and slipped his cock out of 
her grasp. 

"No, don't take it away, please!" Linda found herself crying out. "I'm 
almost there; I've nearly got it! Please, please, fuck me some more!" 

Moon knew nothing about pity. It seemed that he enjoyed hearing her degrade 
herself, plead for more of the manly weapon, as much as he liked the feeling 
of her cunt around the immense length of his prick. He chortled happily at 
her discomfort and slapped her buttocks smartly. 

"Shut up your fucking mouth," he ordered. "You'll get some cock when I say 
you can have it, not before! Till then, you just keep your yap shut and 
wait!" 

Her cries subsided into whimpering moans. Moon looked over at Paul, saw that 
his prick remained obstinately limp, and decided that it would be hopeless 
to try forcing the timid man to add his prick to the varied array of tools 
that Linda had already felt. The sneering, contemptuous look he threw at 
Paul showed all too clearly his disregard for the banker and his alleged 
sexual prowess. 

"All right, whose cock was that?" he demanded, intent upon finishing his 
"scientific experiment." 

"I don't know, Paul's, I guess," Linda whispered, barely able to talk. 
"Whoever it belonged to, I want some more! Please, I'm dying to come; it 
feels like my pussy is about to drop off! Oohh, I need to come!" 

"You just hang in there, girlie; maybe if you behave yourself and don't talk 
too much I might let you have all the prick you want," Moon snapped. "But I 
don't want to hear no more out of you, got that?" 

He looked around the room and his eye fell upon the pair of candlesticks 
resting on the fireplace mantle. He marched over to the fireplace, pulled a 
candle out of the holder, and returned to Linda with an ugly smirk on his 
face. 

"All right, here's the last one," he told her, brandishing the candle 
purposefully. "As soon as that little cunt of yours calms down I'll let you 
have a feel. If I let you have it now, you just might come!" 

The candle was long, at least as long as his own prick, but it was very 
slender. The morning sun, beaming through the broad picture window opposite 
the fireplace, had warmed the candle enough that it was almost at body 
temperature. Moon broke off the fire-blackened wick with his rough fingers 
and held the candle behind the girl, ready to drive it into her cunt when he 
judged that the moment was right. He watched Joy masturbate; she had neared 
her own climax and was now rubbing her pussy furiously. A look of the utmost 
concentration spread over her pretty face; she bit her thick lower lip and 
closed her eyes as she sought to bring herself to the orgasmic explosion. 
Suddenly she reached around her rump with her left hand. She drove her 
middle finger into the juicy mouth of her cunt, greasing it with love salve, 
and then transferred the lubricated digit to her anus! The thrilling 
penetration gave her the added impetus she needed for her joy and she 
immediately began to come. 

"How about that!" Moon crowed, recognizing what she had done. "Hey, your 
girl friend here is fingerfucking herself! Yeah, she's sitting there like a 
teenybopper watching a rock 'n roll stud, just fucking herself up a storm! 
And you know how she's doing it? She's jabbing a finger up her own asshole! 
Ain't that something?" 

Linda's flesh crawled with an unearthly sensation when she heard that. The 
idea of having her anus penetrated gave her a fit of sensual arousal like 
nothing she had experienced before; at the same time she realized that this 
idea was appealing to the basest, lewdest, most perverted part of her soul. 
She felt torn between two irreconcilable drives: a need to preserve her own 
inherited moral codewhich identified the anus with all that was dirty, 
nasty, and unmentionableand a desire to experience every kind of sexual 
stimulation. She could hear Joy's gasps of pained delight as the climax 
pulsed through her loins; she knew exactly what the woman was feeling and 
the knowledge that it was happening to a woman so close to her filled her 
with even greater awareness of her pussy's pitiable condition. 

"Do it to me!" she moaned, writhing in anguish. "Or let me try doing it to 
myself; anything to let me come! It's all over me; I can feel it in my cunt, 
begging to be let out. I'll do anything, just let me have a chance to come!" 

"All right, if that's the way you feel about it," Moon muttered, coming 
closer and preparing to drive the candle into her swollen cunt. "I'll let 
you have the last one. Hope you get your rocks off, baby!" 

With that he rammed half the candle's length into her cunt. He twisted the 
length of tallow hard, digging it into every corner of her hole, and then he 
shoved even more of the tool into her body. Linda let out a high-pitched 
scream of delight when she felt her cunt being sundered. She could not tell 
that the object digging into her body was not human; she was aware only of 
being penetrated in such a way that her tortured nervous system exploded in 
a whirlwind of lusty approval. She began trembling heavily as the spasms of 
orgiastic joy whipped through her loins, running down her thighs and up into 
her throbbing nipples. Her body was infused with sensual wonder and her womb 
began pumping frantically. Each wave of pleasure was stronger than the one 
before it and they continued for a long time. Again and again her cunt 
worked spasmodically, clutching at the object it contained and loving it 
frantically. 

Moon drew a perverted kind of delight from the fact that he was making the 
girl come with an alien object. He continued plunging the candle into her 
cunt, twisting it around sensually, until she had climaxed to the fullest 
possible extent. When at last the spasms died out and her cunt was again 
still, he slapped her rudely on the buttocks. He left the candle in place 
and reached down to untie the knot holding the makeshift blindfold over her 
eyes. 

"Okay, don't move yet," he told her. "First, I want you to guess whose cock 
it was that made you come like that." 

"Pete's," she guessed, at a loss for words. "I don't know, honestly." 

"How was it? Was it a pretty good come?" 

"Marvelous!" she gasped, still struck by the glory that had powered through 
her loins. "It was heavenly!" 

"Okay, just reach around there with your hand and grab hold of it," he told 
her. "You can see for yourself who diddled you out of your stupid mind. And 
then tell me what you think!" 

Linda reached back tentatively and found the length of candle sticking out 
the lips of her pussy. She grasped it and, expecting to find the familiar 
shape of a prick, was dumbfounded for a moment. 

"What the hell!" she finally managed to sputter. 

Raising herself back up and pulling the candle out of her cunt, she looked 
at it curiously. It took a moment before she realized that it was this 
object which had brought her such divine pleasure. When she understood that 
she had been tricked, she let out a wail of disgusted rage and flung the 
candle aside. She covered her face with her hands and snuffed out a few 
sobs. 

"Yeah, you thought you had hold of a cock and it wasn't nothing but candle!" 
Moon gloated. "And you think that cunt of yours is so goddamned precious, so 
fucking fine that you could tell one prick from another! Shit, baby, you 
can't even tell a prick from a candle!" 

Linda turned away, unable to bear the brunt of his scorn and rejection. She 
felt utterly shattered by the foul trick that had been played on her and she 
wanted only to be alone with her misery. Moon was already tired of his game 
and she was ignored for a while. He ordered Sky to handcuff Pete and Paul 
back to the pillar. 

For the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon he and Sky alternated 
between ignoring the girls altogetherexcept to dart a watchful eye toward 
them from time to time and using them in various ways to satisfy their 
lusts. Linda had to watch both of them fuck Joy in quick succession, for 
example; Sky bent the woman over and humped his prick into her dog fashion 
and Moon slipped his own prick into the gaping, juicy notch as soon as his 
friend had removed his spent cock. After he too had fucked himself into a 
foaming, grunting frenzy, he pulled his tool out and made Linda lick it 
clean. She gagged at the thought of performing the task, made doubly 
repulsive because Sky's odious sperm was now thoroughly mixed with Moon's 
rank oil, but as soon as her lips closed upon the massive head of the man's 
cock and the salty, musky flavor of mature sex infected her taste buds, she 
was off on another tangent leading straight to extreme sexual arousal. 
Nothing, it seemed, could fail to excite her as long as it had to do with 
sex, and she had to admit that Moon's prick was more exciting once it had 
been twice bathed in semen. 

When darkness began falling around the house, Moon ordered the girls into 
the kitchen where they prepared another meal. Everyone ate heartily and Moon 
told Linda to leave the dishes, since they would not be eating there again. 

"At least Sky and me won't," he said. "If our boy don't make it tonight, 
we're pulling out. Sky, lock our boyfriends back up." 

He and Sky amused themselves with the girls until almost eleven, at which 
time they tied them securely to the bed, dressed, then went down to the 
beach. 

"I didn't like that business about it being the last meal," Linda murmured 
to Joy as soon as the men had left the house. "That sounded like they meant 
to finish us off when they get back from the beach!" 

"It didn't make my heart jump for joy, if you'll pardon the pun," her 
companion admitted. "That pair, there's no telling what they're liable to 
do!" 

"Isn't that the truth!" Linda replied, remembering the wide variety of 
acrobatic poses she and Joy had been forced to adopt earlier in the day; 
Moon and Sky both took a special delight in thinking up new positions in 
which to bring pricks and cunts together. 

They had feared for nothing, they learned when Moon and Sky returned without 
the new arrival they had been expecting. Moon toured the house, wiping off 
every object that he or Sky might have touched during their stay. He was 
quite thorough and missed nothing. As soon as he had completed that task, he 
untied Linda and gruffly told her to put a dress on. 

"What ... what are you going to do?" she managed to ask as she hurried to 
obey his command. 

"Nothing to worry about," he told her. "We're going into the insurance 
business, Sky and me, and you're gonna be our first policy!" 

"Huh?" Sky asked, making it abundantly clear that he knew nothing of Moon's 
plan. "Insurance?" 

"Yeah, insurance," Moon said, moving to the doorway. "You guys in there, 
both of you better listen because I ain't gonna explain but once. Me and 
Sky, we're pulling out and we're taking that long-legged cunt with us, the 
one that's the banker's piece of private pussy! We'll stop somewhere down 
the road and call in about you jerks being here; somebody'll come by pretty 
soon to let you go. But if we hear anything outta the fuzz before we make 
that call we're blasting this little bitch's brains out, unnerstand? We'll 
leave her dead ass all over the fucking highway!" 

"What about her?" Joy asked, impudent and brash as ever. "How long will you 
keep her?" 

"Till we feel safe," Moon replied. "So maybe you three had better start 
figuring out some lies to make the fuzz think there was only the three of 
you here. We'll let the bitch go when we feel like it. And you, banker boy, 
you better be ready to make up some kind of story in case she don't show up 
for work Monday." 

"Monday's a holiday," Paul said, his banker's mind working methodically. 
"She won't have to be there until Tuesday." 

"Okay, if she ain't there Tuesday you can still make up a story," Moon told 
him. "Hell, that crazy cunt might decide she likes our kind of fucking 
better'n she likes yours! She might just throw in with us for good!" 

"Don't bet on it!" Linda could not keep herself from saying. "As if I'd have 
anything to do with the likes of you!" 

"Shut your mouth and get ready to roll," Moon told her. "And the rest of you 
creeps, bye-bye. Somebody'll be here tomorrow morning or maybe even before." 

Linda followed Moon and Sky out of the house. They took a narrow, winding 
trail leading up from the beach, moving slowly through the darkness. Moon 
seemed to have a cat's ability to find his way in the dark and within a 
short time they came into a broad clearing. She saw a car parked under a 
thick pine; they went toward it and got in. 

"Actually, it wasn't quite the way I told it," Moon said to Linda, who had 
been forced into the back seat. "You're partly insurance, but then I got 
another idea about you. Soon as we get to where we can make a phone call, 
I'll tell somebody about them friends of yours. Then Sky and me are taking 
you back to the city." 

Linda tried to get him to reveal more of his thinking but he ignored her 
requests. Sky found a lighted phone booth after driving for about half an 
hour; he held his pistol on Linda while Moon got out to make the call. 

"That ought to get somebody on the stick," he said when he got back into the 
car. "Now it's back to the city." 

They sat in silence until they had turned off the freeway and driven down 
into a section of warehouses, stores, and tumbledown houses in the 
southernmost part of the city. It was an area which Linda did not know at 
all, but Moon forced her to hunker down on the floor anyway; he was taking 
no chances that she might be able to identify the place to which he was 
taking her. They followed a twisting, turning course through the streets 
that soon had her totally confused. After twenty minutes of this, Sky parked 
the car. Moon threw a jacket over Linda's head before allowing her to 
straighten up in the back seat. They led her into a buildingshe could not 
tell if it was a warehouse, an apartment house, or a private dwellingand up 
a flight of stairs. After taking her through another doorway, they removed 
the jacket. She found herself in a large room fitted out with chairs, 
mattresses, and a table. A blanket hung on one wall, perhaps masking a 
window; she did not dare look to be sure. The place had an air of 
impermanence, as if the tenants might flee it in a moment. 

"What the fuck is all this?" a strange, feminine voice asked. "Have I 
finally got some reinforcements?" 

Linda turned and saw a young, strikingly beautiful girl standing in another 
doorway. The girl's long, blonde hair hung down in matted hanks; it looked 
not to have been combed in weeks. A dull, vacant look clashed oddly with her 
beautiful but unwashed face; she wore only a ragged, cheap dress that was 
much too short for her. 

"Yeah, we got some back-up troops here," Moon replied. "That's Judy; don't 
pay much attention to her. She stays spaced out on dope these days; she 
don't even know the world's going around! Long as she gets her dope and a 
cuntful of cock every day, she don't care what happens!" 

"Now what are we gonna do?" Sky asked. 

"You and Judy are gonna get this cunt down and learn her some manners," Moon 
replied. "You know, like we done with that black bitch we had? Start 
teaching her that cock is what's going on and what she's made for. Judy'll 
help you. I'm going to make a call to the big boy and tell him what we've 
got here; I think he just might like the idea I worked out. I'll be back in 
half an hour." 

"Get your dress off," Sky snapped at Linda as he turned to go into the room 
from which Judy had emerged. "Don't bother trying to run; the door's locked 
and the window don't work. And there's nobody around here that gives a fuck 
about you anyway, so you can yell all your please. I'll be right back." 

"Oh, Sky-daddy, are we gonna play fuck-fuck?" Judy asked, looking up at Sky 
with an expression of interest at last. "Can I have some too?" 

"You'll get yours," Sky promised, disappearing into the next room. 

Linda hesitated a moment but then decided she had better play Sky's game. 
She slipped out of her dress and carefully hung it over a chair. Judy eyed 
her from the doorway, gauging the beauty of her nakedness, and then she 
shrugged out of her own dress. Linda's mouth formed a silent "Oh!" of 
shocked pity when she saw the girl's body. Thin almost to the point of 
emaciation, Judy still possessed a magnificently sculpted pair of breasts 
that would have made nearly any woman envious. A neat patch of silky, golden 
fur covered her lovemound; the girl absently pawed herself as she watched. 
Linda saw bruises, needle marks, crusted dirt, and traces of dried sperm on 
the girl's flesh; it looked as though she had never washed and had been used 
very harshly. The sight made her quake with fear; what if they intended 
turning her into a drug addict? She closed her eyes, trying to force such 
frightening thoughts out of her mind. She was aroused by Sky's return; he 
held out a glass and told her to drink. 

"It's water," he said when she looked cautiously into the glass. "I thought 
you might be thirsty." 

Linda downed the glass gratefully and found that he had spoken the truth; 
there was only water in the glass and she downed it gratefully. 

"Well, it's water plus a little something else," he added when she put the 
glass down. "I forgot all about adding a little acid to it. It was just a 
tiny little bit though so you don't have to worry about going off on no long 
trip!" 

He giggled insanely at his trick. Linda's heart fell through her stomach, it 
seemed; she knew now that they were intending to turn her into a cheap 
junkie. Could one glassful of water with LSD, no matter how small a dose, 
turn her into an addict? She didn't know but she was ready for the worst. 

"The reason for giving you the acid," Sky told her, "is because we're trying 
to learn you something and it's easier to pick up on what we're trying to 
learn you if you're a little spaced out. Not all the way, just a little. 

You'll see." 

Linda had expected, from the lurid accounts of drug-crazed hippies that she 
had read, that the drug would affect her immediately. Instead, she could not 
detect a bit of difference in herself. 

"What you've got to do," Sky told her, his voice curiously gentle for a 
change, "is to go over to one of them mattresses and sprawl out. Judy's 
going to show you a few things that a girl like you ought to know about. No 
need to worry; we ain't gonna hurt you a bit." 

Linda lay down on a convenient mattress. It was stained with leftover food 
and grease spots, as well as particles of dried sperm; it evidently served 
as both a dining table and lovemaking pallet. She lay on her back and Judy 
knelt beside her. The girl's eyes sparkled with life now; she seemed not to 
be quite as far out as Sky had suggested. 

"Just open your legs up," she purred. "I want to show you something. 
Something about your pussy; it's something you've got to learn from the very 
start." 

Linda instinctively clamped her thighs together but, under the threat posed 
by Sky, she reluctantly opened them. Judy reached between them, dipped a 
finger into the lips of her pussy, and held it for a moment. She then took 
the finger out and smelled it. 

"Not bad," she said after a moment. "But not very good either. See, the 
first thing you got to know is that these guys don't like a clean snatch. 
They like 'em gamey and rank. Whenever some guy shoots a load of come up 
your cunt, don't wash it out! Don't even take a sit-down bath; just let the 
fucking stuff cake up. Some of them like to eat it off! Here, take a look at 
minethis one is getting about right for most of the guys." 

The girl squatted beside Linda and opened her knees wide. Linda could not 
help looking. She saw the hairy slit and nearly gagged: a thick, gray crust 
of dried sperm mottled the lips of the girl's pussy; greasy balls of the 
stuff lay in the inner folds of flesh. A stench of raw, unwashed, stale sex 
assaulted her nostrils. 

"Yeah, it's pretty ripe, ain't it?" the girl said with a laugh. "That's what 
really turns 'em on to start with. And the second thing is, whenever they 
tell you to hump, you drop your drawers and get them legs spread out wide. 
If they want you to suck, just throw back your head and open your mouth, got 
it?" 

"Why are you telling me this?" Linda asked. "Are you planning to turn me 
into a gang's whore? What is this all about?" 

She tried to lift herself up to lend further force to her protest but 
discovered that the drug was taking its effect on her. She felt woozy and 
weak; she fell back upon the mattress and blinked furiously in an effort to 
clear her head. 

"Yeah, it's starting to hit," Sky grinned. "Nothing to worry about, baby, 
it'll just be a short tripno lights, no pretty colors, not much of anything. 
You'll just be a little weak, a little lightheaded, that's all. You'll be 
able to hear everything, feel everything, and whatever we say will start 
making a lot more sense to you!" 

Judy knelt down at her side again, extending her hand to touch her pussy. 
She fingered Linda's pussy softly, running the tips of her fingers over the 
lips and skipping lightly over the clitoris. In spite of her aversion to 
lesbian love, Linda felt her body begin tingling in response to the 
caresses. 

"Yeah, that's the way," Sky purred, beginning to undress. "Judy's gonna play 
with your pussy awhile, just enough to get you in the mood for fucking. But 
it's gonna be a long time before you get fucked, don't worry about that. And 
before you get it, you'll have to prove to us that you want it. Don't worry; 
you'll do it, they always do!" 

Linda felt a vague worry at his words but due to the effects of the drug she 
could not take the fear seriously. She seemed bound to the mattress by 
invisible cords, unable to move yet thoroughly responsive to Judy's prying 
fingers. Moon came in presently; he stripped slowly and watched as the girl 
continued to caress Linda's pussy. 

"Here, I've got something else that really gets to a girl," Judy whispered, 
changing her position and swinging herself over her victim's body. "You'll 
love this, I promise you that!" 

She positioned herself directly over Linda's left breast, aiming the 
semen-encrusted lips of her pussy down at the proud, swollen nipple. 
Lowering herself down and holding those sex-smeared flaps open, she made 
contact; the nipple slipped between the lips and nestled into the very mouth 
of the girl's cunt. Linda choked back a sob of shame at being subjected to 
so vile a practice. 

"Nothing to worry about," Judy crooned, allowing the lips of her pussy to 
close. "You've really got great tittiesjust the kind I like to be fucked 
with. After I've fucked it a little I'll turn around and lick the cunt 
offthat ought to make you really want to fuck!" 

Linda felt her body warming at an alarming pace. She, who had never before 
felt the slightest sexual attraction to a woman, now found herself becoming 
intolerably aroused at this perverted form of stimulation! Judy swayed back 
and forth gently, moving herself backward and forward over the nipple boring 
into her cunt. Linda felt the girl's warmth spreading to her own body and 
knew that soon she would be aching with readiness for penetration by a stout 
prick. This knowledge filled her with self-loathing but she could not make 
her body do what it ought to do: resist the lesbianistic acts. 

"She's getting hot," Moon observed. "Look at them pussy lipsthey're twice as 
big as when I got here." 

"Yeah, and they're getting wet too," Sky added. "That cunt, she's a real 
juicer! Man, ain't it going to be something when she starts begging for some 
hot cock!" 

Judy slipped off her unusual perch and twisted around. As she promised, she 
began kissing the nipple which her own cunt had oiled so well. Linda 
resisted the urge to throw up when she saw how the girl lapped up the raw, 
stinking film on her nipple. She was partly dissuaded by the electric jolt 
of pleasure shooting out from that nipple; Judy's lips and tongue played 
havoc with her self-control. 

"God, I can't stand it," she heard herself saying. "She's making me want 
prick like I never wanted it before! Oh, won't somebody give me some cock? 
Get on me, one of you guys; I'll fuck your dick till you can't come anymore! 
I'll milk you with my cunt!" 

Moon and Sky said nothing, nor did they move. Judy continued to work on her 
and her tension mounted. The girl was careful to taper off her ministrations 
just when it seemed that Linda would burst forth in a climax; she seemed to 
have an instinctive knowledge of just how far she could go without provoking 
an irreversible reaction. Linda's cunt swelled and ached at an increasingly 
rapid pace. She found herself possessed by a need far more intense than any 
she had ever known before in her entire life. 

"All right," Moon said at last when she had broken down in tears at their 
stolid refusal to give her the prick she had been begging for. "If you 
really want it, show us. Prove it." 

"Anything," Linda babbled, her voice almost incoherent. "I'll do anything, 
just name it!" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Hell, yes, I'm sure," she cried. "I'll suck you, I'll fuck you, I'll jack 
you off, I'll do anything!" 

"All right, I think it would be nice if you played ladies first," Moon told 
her. "Yeah, I mean I think you oughtta suck Judy's cunt before you take us 
on. Just to pay her back for getting you warmed up, you might say." 

"Will you fuck me then? Will you give me some cock if I eat her pussy?" 

"Sure, I said I would, didn't I?" Moon told her. "And I always do just what 
I said. In fact, if you start chomping at her cunt and stick your ass up in 
the air, I'll even fuck you dog fashion while you're sucking her off! Go on, 
she's no bull dyke, but she likes to have her cunt tongued as well as the 
next girland a girl can do that as well as a guy!" 

Almost berserk with lust, Linda scrambled around to do as she was told. The 
drug she had taken wiped away every barrier, every restraint; the fingers 
and mouth of Judy had aroused her body to an intolerable pitch. At the 
moment that she crouched between the girl's uplifted knees and lowered her 
face down to the stale, stinking slit offered her, she had not even the 
faintest idea what she was doing. She knew only that this was the way to get 
what she wanted above all else and she willingly complied. 

Her kiss was crude and awkward at first but Judy's suggestions soon put her 
on the right path. Linda ignored the foul stench and the acrid taste of the 
pussy pressed against her mouth. She sucked up the lips, reveling the taste 
of stale sex, and allowed her tongue to snake up and down the juicy furrow 
between them. She glided the tip of her tongue over Judy's clitoris and 
scraped it back down the crevice; when she found the cuntal opening she 
plunged her tongue deep, lapping up the fresh cunt drippings she found 
there. 

"My asshole!" Judy cried, lifting her rump a trifle higher. "Ram your tongue 
in my asshole! I love to be tongued in the ass; it always makes me come so 
much harder! Do it to me, honey, tongue-fuck me in the ass!" 

Linda did just that. Her tongue probed at the tiny brown ring, found the 
opening and pressed its way inside. At that moment Moon settled himself 
behind her, prick in hand, and drove the broad head of his tool into her 
swollen cunt. At first she did not move; the dynamic force of his entry 
paralyzed her. Then, forced out of immobility by the tornado his prick 
loosened within her, she lifted her head off Judy's pussy, screamed out an 
inarticulate oath and then resumed sucking the girl's slit. The taste of the 
girl's cunt now inflamed her senses, making her far more responsive to 
Moon's prick than she would otherwise have been, and she began driving her 
tongue into the girl at a furious pace. Her own climax mounted higher and 
higher, doubling and tripling in intensity, and the come welled out of her. 
Moon seized her trembling flanks and pulled her close, fitting his loins 
against her and shoving his prick in even farther. Linda writhed heavily 
against him and continued to tongue-fuck Judy. 

When she at last gave a weak moan and pitched over to one side, falling off 
Moon's dripping prick, she could not move at all. Her senses were dulled and 
her eyes were glazed over with a film of lusty pleasure. Moon looked over at 
Sky and Judy, nodding solemnly. Judy's eyes widened when she saw that Moon's 
prick was still dripping little pearls of sperm; she scrambled up and 
twisted about to position her mouth under the drooping shaft. She began 
mouthing his wet, slimy cock and fingering herself frantically. 

"She's hooked," Moon swore. "After that, she'll be ours for good. I could 
feel it in her cunt when she started making itthat bitch is sold for life; 
she's in our bag!" 

"Just on this one fuck?" Sky asked skeptically. 

"No, don't be stupid," Moon retorted. "But she'll be ready to come back for 
some more tomorrow and the day after. We'll keep on messing with her till 
inside of a week all one of us will have to do is snap our fingers and her 
old box'll start dripping like a leaky faucet. She won't know what hit her, 
but she'll know where to go to get relief!" 

"Damn, I sure hope so," Sky said. "Shit, I like to fuck her; she's the best 
piece of ass I ever had, I think." 

"That's something else we got to learn her," Moon added. "We got to show her 
that while a prick in the cunt's fine, it don't even begin to compare to 
getting fucked in the ass! As soon as she comes around a little we'll load 
her up and take her back to her pad. Hey, get her purseI want to copy down 
her address and telephone number. We'll be getting in touch with her pretty 
soon." 

 Chapter Seven 

As soon as Linda had roused herself from the dulled state produced by the 
violent series of orgasms she had experienced, Moon told her that he would 
be getting in touch with her soon. He suggested that she would shortly begin 
to feel the need for further sexual excitement and that she would not be 
able to find it anywhere except in his company. 

"We're the only ones that can make that sweet little cunt of yours hum and 
sing," he told her. "That banker friend of yours, he couldn't begin to give 
you the kind of fucking you really want. And remember this too: when you get 
home don't wash off that pussy of yours! Let the come dry on it so it'll get 
a nice, ripe, sexy smell to it. I want you to be thinking about pussy and 
pricks all the time!" 

"I'll do exactly what you say," Linda promised, her voice curiously 
disjointed, as if part of her mind were still asleep or perhaps elsewhere. 

After she had pulled on her dress, Moon and Sky threw on some clothes and 
drove her back to her apartment. They dropped her off three blocks from her 
apartment complex and drove away. 

"Okay, now what the hell is all this about?" Sky demanded as they drove away 
from the girl. "Yeah, I can tell that she's a good piece of ass but what the 
hell, ass is easy to find in this town." 

"Sure it is," Moon agreed, "but where you gonna find a hot little cunt like 
that who also works in a bank? Huh?" 

"Hey, I'd forgot about that!" 

"Yeah, I figured you had. And besides that, she works for the bird that runs 
the bank's securityhow's that grab you? I called up the big boy and he said 
it wouldn't hurt none to start working on her, getting her convinced that we 
got the answer to her problems. You know, just in case we might decide to 
knock over that bank some day. Hell, she could give us the complete layout 
of the bank's vaults, alarm system, guards, the whole fucking works!" 

"Man! It's just like having an inside contact!" Sky marveled. 

"She is an inside contact," Moon corrected him. "And all we got to do is 
keep getting her heated up, making her want prick more than she ever wanted 
it before, and before you know it all she'll have to do is hear my voice, or 
yours, and see a dick and she'll think somebody put a blowtorch between her 
legs!" 

"How does that acid work?" Sky asked. "I still don't see why we have to get 
a chick high on acid to make it happen." 

"I'm not sure myself," Moon admitted. "That's the big boy's idea. He picked 
it up from some college freak. But somehow, when the chick's spaced out 
fairly well, she really listens to what you say. And when she comes down, 
it's like you were still there talking to her, saying the same thing over 
and over. What the hell, who cares how it works? It works, that's the main 
thing!" 

Linda watched the car drive away before she turned to walk back to her 
apartment. She paid no attention to the few Sunday afternoon pedestrians on 
the sidewalk, though they noticed her. Her tousled hair, the vacant look on 
her face, the rumpled condition of her dress all suggested a girl returning 
from a night of wild revelry. She ignored the steady trickle of semen 
running out the lips of her pussy and staining her thighs; Moon's 
ejaculation had been a large one and the sperm was already beginning to dry 
on parts of her body. 

When she got back to her apartment she made straight for her bedroom and 
fell upon the bed, not even bothering to remove her dress. She slept for 
over twelve hours, waking up in the early hours of Monday morning. After 
fighting her way out of the deep slumber into which she had fallen, she 
realized that the jangling telephone at her bedside had awakened her. 

"Hello," she mumbled into the mouthpiece. 

"It's Paul," she heard. "We just got back into town a little while ago. Are 
you all right?" 

"I'm all right," she said, more awake now. "You got loose, then?" 

"Yes, someone came shortly after sunup," he told her. "We said that a gang 
of housebreakers had tied us up. I don't know that the police were very 
happy with the story but we stuck to it so they had to take it." 

"That's good," Linda said. 

"Linda, I ... I don't think I'd better see you again," he added, dropping 
into an apologetic tone. "Outside the bank, I mean." 

"You're probably right," she agreed, showing not a sign of regret at his 
decision to drop her from his life. "I'll see you Tuesday then. Goodbye; 
thanks for calling." 

She hung up the phone and tried to go back to sleep. After spending a 
fruitless half hour trying to get back to sleep, she got out of bed and 
pulled off her dress. Switching on the bedroom lights, she stood before her 
dressing table's mirror and critically examined her reflected self. There 
was little visible evidence, at that range, of her orgiastic experiences. 
Her hair was matted and rumpled, of course, but otherwise she looked exactly 
as she had looked Thursday night when she had again stood before that same 
mirror and surveyed her naked body. 

Her face showed no signs of the lewd, perverted scenes it had witnessed, 
though when she ran the tip of her scarlet tongue over her lips she could 
still taste a faint, redolent reminder of sensualitythe remainder of the 
cunt she had lapped out of Judy's eager young body. Was it possible that 
she, Linda Maddison, had done so horrible a thing? That she had willingly 
put her lips to a foul, unwashed pussy, ripe with crusted sperm and stale 
from long, frequent use, and devoured that unique morsel? She could remember 
with perfect clarity eating Judy's cunt; she could also remember the other 
exciting things that had happened to her. Yet it seemed that these things 
had happened to another creature, not to her. 

Linda looked down at her left breast, tracing the pear-shaped outline of the 
big nipple and remembering. Yes, it had been this very nipple, hard and dark 
with lusty fervor, which had felt the exciting touch of Judy's pussy; it had 
earlier been coated with the rank juices from the girl's cunt and it had 
also felt the magical warmth of the girl's lips and tongue. She dropped her 
eyes down to her firm, flat belly: yes, there was still a dried, gray crust 
on her skin, a visible reminder of how someone had aimed a giant, stiff 
prick at her and directed a flow of hot, spurting come onto her flesh. She 
remembered the way Joy had sucked him, had fucked him with her mouth and 
fist until he had been driven to the point of no return, and had then 
removed her mouth to allow the heavenly shower of scalding love dew to 
splash down onto her body. 

She reached out for a hand mirror and placed it on the bench before the 
dressing table. Straddling the bench, she positioned herself so she could 
examine the hairy slit guarding the entrance to her cunt. The golden-brown 
fur was thickly matted; it seemed as if someone had poured glue over all her 
loins. This was not glue, however, that dried into gray-white flakes; nor 
was it glue that gave off such a violently exciting odor. She reached down 
with both hands, using her index fingers to pull the outer lips of her pussy 
apart. Immediately a much stronger odor wafted up to her nostrilsthe scent 
of maleness mixed with her hungry, yearning female slit! 

They fucked me! she thought to herself, her eyes narrowing as she examined 
every area of her pussy. Oh, they fucked me till I thought I was going to 
die! And none of that tame, gentlemanly kind of screwing that Paul likes so 
much; they came up to me with great, huge, hard cocks and rammed them in my 
cunt until I thought I was being split in two! They shoved them in deep, so 
deep I nearly died, and then shot hot, sticky come all over my cunt! They 
made me let it drip out so it would make me stink like a common whore, 
that's what they did! 

Linda's examination of herself led to a drastic change in the condition of 
her pussy. Instead of remaining the small, vaguely warm opening it had been, 
it now became a huge, inflamed sore, a festering wound begging for attention 
of the most drastic kind. She responded to the call and drove two fingers of 
her right hand into the taut, trembling mouth of her cunt. The sudden, angry 
penetrationshe did not slide the fingers in gently; she rammed them in with 
a harsh, abrupt gesturebrought a low moan of pleasure to her lips. Suddenly 
she remembered another exciting vision from the weekend: Joy was kneeling 
beside her, one hand clasped to her pussy and the other reaching around 
behind to drive a finger into her avaricious anus. She also remembered, with 
a sudden flash of sensual feeling, the way she had tingled all over when she 
felt Moon's heavy, hairy balls rubbing intimately against her own asshole. 

"My ass!" she said to herself. "I'll fuck myself in the ass at the same 
time! Ass and cunt together, that's the way I'll do it!" 

She reached back with her free hand and tried to force her middle finger 
into the tiny, puckered opening between her buttocks. Finding the passage 
too dry and too narrow to admit her finger, she moistened it in the juicy 
mouth of her cunt and tried again. This time the finger slipped into place, 
bringing a muffled squeal of ecstatic approval from deep in her throat. She 
felt her body responding in every pore as she finger-fucked herself; she 
remembered flashes of exciting scenes from the weekend and deliberately 
aroused herself as quickly as she could. 

"Fuck!" she murmured in a low, tense tone. "Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck 
me everywhere! Oohh, fuck my mouth! Come, you bitch, come all over your 
hands and make it good!" 

Over and over she repeated the lewdest, most obscene phrases that came to 
mind. Her hips worked to and fro; her buttocks tightened up into hard knots 
of muscles as she forced her pussy into her hand with ever-increasing vigor. 
Her middle finger worked its way deeper into her ass, bringing more and more 
pleasure of a deeply exciting kind, and soon she found herself shaking 
violently as her womb burst apart, showering waves of exultant joy down into 
her cunt and over her probing fingers. She spread the fingers apart, 
stretching the mouth of her cunt as far as possible; the added sensation 
brought another delicious spasm of sensual delight coursing through her 
loins. 

Linda held her hands in place until the tremors ceased. When she was sure 
that she had extracted the last morsel of pleasure from her body, she 
removed her hands. She held up the hand she had used to probe her cunt, 
sniffing delicately at the strong odor of mixed male-female sexuality; the 
scent inflamed her brain again and she popped the fingers into her mouth. 
Her tongue curled against the fingers, tasting the liquid sex, and then she 
removed her hand. 

"No more of that for now," she decided. "I think I'll wash my hair, maybe 
take a bath." 

She began running water into the tub, as was her custom, but after a moment 
felt a strong urge to take a shower instead. She could not account for the 
urge; she knew only that she did not want to allow her pussy to sit in a tub 
of hot, soapy water. She got under the shower and washed her hair well, 
taking plenty of time, and then rinsed off her upper body. As she lathered 
the face towel and started to put it between her thighs, she again felt a 
very strong urge: she found that she actively wanted not to sponge off her 
pussy. 

Strange, she thought to herself. I've always wanted to wash it out before, 
after a man's shot come into my cunt. But now I think I'll just let it stay 
the way it is for a whilewe'll see what happens if I let it go without a 
wash for a few days! 

Without even knowing it, she was becoming a captive to Moon's perverted 
suggestions. Linda felt a very slight sense of uneasiness, as though 
something were wrong in a very small, very remote corner of her life, but 
the worry was not great enough to be worth more than a moment's notice. She 
dried herself off after getting out of the shower and combed out her hair. 
Taking a look at the alarm clock when she emerged from the bathroom, she saw 
that it was already four-thirty. Too early for breakfast, she decided, but 
she did not feel the need to go back to sleep. She wrapped her hair in a dry 
towel, picked up a robe and then discarded itthe sensation of walking around 
her apartment nude had a special charm all its own, she foundand finally sat 
down in her living room's easy chair. 

After finding that sitting was even more boring than trying to go back to 
sleep, she fixed her breakfast. The rest of the morning passed slowly, as 
she could not shake off the feeling that something was missing from her 
life. Several times she started to call Paul, but she never even got as far 
as the telephone; she knew that his ineffectual, timid ways were not what 
she wanted on that morning. Finally she understood what had been gnawing at 
her ever since she had awakened; her clitoris was throbbing at a slow, dull 
pace! The organ's condition was not sufficiently critical for her to resort 
to masturbation but she was definitely aware of it. 

"I'm just horny," she decided. "Well, not really horny, but I could get that 
way in a hurry!" 

A vision of Moon's gigantic cock flashed into her mind and she felt her 
clitoris respond with a sudden, twanging resonance that took her breath 
away. Ahh, to have that huge tool spearing her loins again, tearing the 
walls of her cunt apart and lifting her into transports of sexual elation! 
She lay back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hoping to ease the 
pressure on the tiny mound of sexual sensitivity, but nothing she could do 
would ease its increasing distress. Twice she tried pacifying herself by 
clawing at her cunt; her probing fingers succeeded only in further arousing 
her and adding more heat to the flame in her body. She was on the verge of 
attempting to give herself relief a third time when the telephone arrested 
her hand's progress. 

"Needing a little fuck action?" a coarse, all too familiar voice asked when 
she answered. 

"God, yes!" she breathed, knowing that the caller had the answer to her 
extremely urgent needs. "I'm dying for a fuck! My cunt's throbbing like a 
sprained ankle!" 

"All right, go over to 117 Elm Street, second floor," Moon told her. "Just 
walk on in; somebody'll be there to take care of you!" 

Linda dressed feverishly, throwing on a dress and forgetting all about bras, 
panties, and hose. She rushed out of her apartment house and made her way 
across town to the address, which was located just off the edge of the 
business district. The apartment was over a bakery, closed for that day's 
celebration; she went upstairs and opened the door. As soon as her eyes 
adjusted to the half light of the room she saw that Moon was lying sprawled 
on a mattress against the far wall. Judy was sitting over him, naked, and 
had driven the mouth of her cunt down over the broad stem of his cock. 

"Come on in," he told her. "And close the door behind you. Get them clothes 
off and get your ass over here!" 

She did as she was told, noticing at the same time that Sky was also in the 
room. He was stripped too and was sitting in a chair giving him an excellent 
view of Judy's cunt and Moon's prick. His hand stroked the shaft of his 
prick as he watched the pair screw. 

"Judy's just getting my cock oiled up good," Moon explained. "She's too 
spaced out to be able to come, but she sure digs feeling a prick going in 
her hole! She's gonna fuck me awhile longer; you can come over and lick my 
prick, maybe chew on her snatch while she's fucking me." 

"Can't I just have the cock?" Linda asked. "I'm dying to fuck; you know I 
am. I've been wet and hot all morning!" 

"Judy needs a little fun too," Moon said, shaking his head. "Her brain's 
already cooked; she shot too much speed when she was a kid to be able to 
tell night from day now, but she deserves a little fun too. You'll do it 
just the way I tell you to! And as soon as you come over her and start 
working on us, Sky there'll give your pussy a little rub with his cock. He 
might even want to ram his dick up your ass!" 

Linda's heart throbbed at an even faster clip when she heard that. Her ass 
still remembered the delirious excitement her finger had provoked that 
morning and the thought of being fucked there, even by so reprehensible a 
thug as Sky, made her tremble excitedly. 

"All right, I'll do it," she promised, going over to them and dropping to 
her knees in front of them. "I'll suck you both off and Sky can fuck me, 
whichever hole he chooses; I don't care what it is as long as I get stuffed 
with hard cock!" 

She was thoroughly under their power by this time. The sights of sex were 
alone sufficient to put her into an obliging mood and she would gladly have 
stuffed a white-hot poker into her cunt if Moon had ordered her to do so. 
She had to twist her neck at an extremely awkward angle in order to get her 
lips at the spot where Moon's prick entered Judy's cunt but she managed to 
make the contact. Even before her mouth met their conjoined flesh she 
smelled the rank odor of aroused sexuality; the stale come and cunt 
drippings, now warmed by their lust and mingled with the smell of the fresh 
oils emerging from the girl's body were enough to send her head reeling with 
erotic shock. She put out her tongue and ran it over the shaft of Moon's 
cock, then drew it up to caress the enlarged nub of Judy's clitoris. 

"Mmm!" Judy cooed, feeling the touch and enjoying it. "She sucks good, 
daddy; she sucks real good!" 

"Get after it!" Moon ordered. "Lick us both, you rotten whore; make me want 
to shoot my nuts off! Maybe I'll even come in her and you can drink the come 
outta her cunt!" 

Sky came over to them and adjusted himself behind Linda, kneeling at her 
upraised rump and nudging the head of his cock into the swollen, moist gash 
running between her thighs. She pressed back against him, moving enough to 
let him know that she enjoyed the contact and wanted more of it. Moon 
motioned for his cohort to sink his lance into the girl, which he did with a 
short, brutal hump. Linda groaned even as she continued to mouth the cunt 
and the prick before her. Sky's prick seemed as large as a post, due to her 
excited condition, and she eagerly welcomed its intrusion into her cunt. Sky 
drove the tool in until virtually all of it was buried in her cunt. 

When he pulled it out, her erotic dew had moistened it with a thick, 
slippery coating. He used a finger to transfer more of the love oil from her 
cunt to her anus; she writhed sensually as his greasy finger slipped into 
the tingling rosebud and anointed her with her own lubricant. He removed his 
finger and nosed his prick up to the wrinkled brown eye between her lovely 
round buttocks. 

"Get ready for it," he growled, relishing the thought of what he was to do. 
"I'm gonna fuck that little asshole of yours till the come rolls out your 
ears! You ain't had nothing till you've had my dick up your asshole!" 

He steadied himself by holding onto her hip with one hand. The other held 
his cock firmly against the opening he sought to penetrate. He drove himself 
forward; her ass held firm for a moment, resisting the pressure, but then it 
collapsed and his dick slipped into her ass with a quick, darting motion. 
Linda shuddered, gulped, then moaned as the weapon sent a sheet of white-hot 
pain blasting through her rear. Sky's cock was far larger than her finger, 
of course, and he drove it deeper than her finger had ever reached. 

At that moment Moon pushed Judy off, tossing her aside as though she might 
have been a rag doll. She fell over to one side and immediately drove the 
thumb of her right hand into her cunt, seating it firmly and locking her 
thighs around it. She began rocking back and forth as she watched the trio 
complete their dance of lust. 

Linda knew exactly what was required of her and she clapped her mouth onto 
the greasy, slippery head of Moon's prick. Being covered with the acrid, 
strong pussy drip from Judy's aroused loins made it all the more exciting to 
her and she drove her face down until the prick's head nudged into her 
throat. Her tongue curled around it lovingly, seeking to coax the hot, 
sticky sperm out of it. 

"Just keep eating that dick," Moon said, driving his prick into her mouth 
with short, muscular humps. "Yeah, you got the mouth for it; just keep it up 
and you'll be drowning in come!" 

Sky's cock was now all the way inside Linda's ass. He plastered his loins 
against her rump, grinding his pubic hair into her buttocks and jiggling 
slightly as he sought to work himself up to a climax. His balls, dangling 
low and packed with sperm, rubbed against the lips of her pussy in a way 
that gave her added pleasure. Without knowing it, she reached back with her 
left hand to cup those liquid-filled eggs and rub them against the lips of 
her pussy. She ground them into her clitoris and tried to stuff them into 
her cunt; she pulled and tugged at them in such a way that Sky let out a 
strangled whoop of pleasure. 

"Get after it!" he cried. "Godamighty, girl, I can feel it coming now! I've 
really got it coming!" 

His climax burst within her bowel like a skyrocket. The come arched out of 
his prick, inundating the narrow, ultra-sensitive passage. Linda's womb 
responded with a series of convulsive gasps that seemed to tear it from its 
moorings. Frantic with orgy lust and tingling from head to foot, she sucked 
Moon hotly and succeeded in her goal: he muttered an incoherent oath and 
shoved his cock deep in her mouth just as it began spraying thick morsels of 
hot sperm. She swallowed eagerly, anxious to ingest the entire discharge, 
and wasted not a single drop of the rank fluid. She continued sucking the 
tool long after it had spurted its last drop and quit only when Moon pushed 
her face away. 

Sky pulled himself out of her ass with a sigh of contentment. He looked down 
at his prick, slimy with the semen he had deposited in her, and beckoned 
Judy over to him. He motioned to his prick and she fell upon it, sucking it 
up into her mouth and moaning happily as she tasted the come. Linda had 
eased herself down into a semi-reclining position and watched with horror as 
the girl began eating Sky's prick. 

"That was just in my ass!" she breathed. "Doesn't she mind?" 

"Her? She's so fucked up she probably thinks it's a lollipop," Moon said 
with a snort of derisive laughter. "That just goes to show you what that 
speed will do to you!" 

"That, along with crossing us," Sky added. "I seen her first a year or so 
ago when she was just into blowing grass. I hit her up for a blow job and 
she looked at me like I was a piece of shit. Next time I saw her, about six 
months later, she was shooting up speed and STP like it was aspirins and so 
strung out she'd have sucked off a sick moose for another jolt. We let her 
hang around and ever since then she's been doing whatever we say. I guess 
she's happy; she gets a little to eat and a needle every once in a while." 

Linda shuddered at that tale of horror. Judy acted as though she had not 
even heard them; she continued mouthing Sky's prick and balls until he tired 
of her ministrations and rudely shoved her away. 

Moon got up from the couch and disappeared into another room. When he 
reappeared he carried a glass of water, which he handed to Linda. She knew 
that she was supposed to drink it and she did so, downing it at one gulp. 

"Some more of that stuff that makes me feel funny?" she asked. 

"What if it is?" he asked. "It ain't enough to get you zonked out very bad, 
just enough so you'll keep both ears open and listen a little harder when my 
friend starts asking you questions and telling you things." 

"Your friend?" she asked, looking at Sky. 

"No, another guy. He oughtta be here pretty soon," Moon told her. "Till then 
you just lay back there and think about how nice it was to suck one guy and 
get fucked in the ass by another!" 

Linda did as she was told. Within a few minutes she could feel the acid 
beginning to take effect; it was the same sensation she had felt the time 
beforeas if she were becoming two persons, each conscious of the other and 
each fully present. She seemed to be herself, yet also standing aside and 
looking at herself. They waited a while longer and then she was conscious of 
a third man sitting in front of her; he had a tape recorder and pointed the 
microphone at her. He asked her a long series of questions about her job, 
beginning with her first day at the bank and her subsequent move into Paul's 
office and her work with the security department. He asked her many 
questions about the bank's security procedures and systems and he paid 
special attention to large shipments of currency and securities. When she 
had answered every question despite the urging of one of her selves to keep 
quiet about such delicate matters, she could not prevent herself from 
answering every question as fully as possiblethe stranger put up his tape 
recorder and left. 

"Sounds good," he said as he walked to the door with Moon. "I don't know 
yet; we'll have the planning department go over it more thoroughly. But it 
looks good. Either way, there'll be a little something extra for you. If it 
turns out real good, there'll be a lot more, naturally." 

"I figured she might be good for something besides fucking," Moon said, 
bringing an expression of disgust to the stranger's face. 

"What did he say?" Sky asked when they were alone again. "He like the 
layout? He think she's for real?" 

"Ah, who knows about a faggot like that?" Moon snarled, making sure that the 
door was securely locked. "He says it'll have to be planned out and looked 
at some more. Jeez, you should have seen his face when I mentioned fucking 
the broad! He nearly shit a brick!" 

"He's probably wishing he could get some of this dick," Sky muttered 
gleefully. 

"Nah, he don't go for nothing but little kids," Moon scoffed. "But you 
better make sure he don't ever hear you say ithe's one more mean 
bastardespecially since he's queer!" 

They returned to Linda and Moon spent another hour with her, telling her 
over and over that she was made to submit to men. He had her take his prick 
in her hands and fondle it while he told her that she could only be happy as 
long as it was available to her. At the end of the hour, when her continual 
handling had brought his prick back to the desired state of hardness he 
tumbled her onto her back and fucked her into a fine frenzy of orgiastic 
delirium, driving the massive tool deep into her cunt and jabbing it into 
her with quick, energetic strokes that soon had her crying out wildly. He 
finished with a few long, plunging thrusts that were enough to bring his 
balls into an uproarious climax and to leave her cunt drenched with his 
sperm. Then he made her get up, put on her dress, and leave the apartment. 

"I'll get in touch with you tomorrow," he said as she left. "I'll give you a 
place where you can go and get your cunt packed when you need it. And you'll 
be needing it, don't worry about that!" 

 Chapter Eight 

Each evening during the following week Linda visited Moon and Sky. One of 
them would call her, either at the bank or at her apartment after work, and 
give her an address. She dutifully hurried over to the address as soon as 
possible. By the time she arrived her thighs were invariably wet with the 
clear, sweet-scented oil that dripped from her pussy at an increasingly 
rapid rate whenever she thought of the heady joys waiting for her. More and 
more her thoughts centered on the pricks of the men who provided the central 
interest of her life now; more and more she came to be obsessed by their 
stiff, hot bulk and to want them boring into her in every way. 

Paul behaved with a stiff correctness. On the surface, he showed a small 
amount of concern for her but Linda got a strong feeling that deep inside he 
would have preferred it if she had dropped out of sight altogether. She 
ignored his fainthearted concern, as well as his aloof disdain, and 
performed her work in a methodical, mindless way. From time to time the 
pressures of her throbbing clitoris and the tingling lips of her pussy would 
become too great. At those times she would disappear into the ladies' room 
and lock herself into a stall. Then she would fingerfuck frantically until 
the action brought her a temporary relief. These trips did little to soothe 
the deeper hungers that gnawed away at her cunt and she recognized that they 
were strictly makeshift arrangements: the real relief, the lasting pleasure, 
she knew, was to be had by submitting to the massive length and 
cunt-splitting girth of a cock. 

Throughout the week she adhered to Moon's dictum and abstained from washing 
away the increasingly thick accumulation of sperm and pussy drip that 
crusted her pussy. To her mild surprise, she began like the ripe, rich scent 
of stale musk; it reminded her vividly of the pleasures she had experienced 
and whenever she lowered her panties, the resulting influx of sex odors 
invariably excited her immensely. 

"You're getting there," Moon told her one evening as he knelt between her 
opened thighs and prepared to shoot his lightning bolt into the jellied slit 
she was holding open for him. "Yeah, that box of yours is getting to where 
it almost smells decent!" 

"Why do you want me like this?" she asked. "I'm getting to where I don't 
mind itin fact, I rather like the smell of my cunt now!but some people at 
the bank are beginning to act odd. I'm sure they're offended by me." 

"I'm just working you up for the big scene," Moon told her. "You like having 
your pussy eaten, don't you? You like to sixty-nine?" 

"Love it!" she cried. "I love to feel a tongue in my cunt!" 

"I can't stand eating one of them fresh, clean, well-washed snatches," he 
told her, delaying the entry of his cock and relishing the fact that she was 
growing visibly more impatient for it as they talked. "I like to eat 'em 
when they've got a lot of taste to 'em. I figure that by about Saturday or 
Sunday you'll be just about right for some good pussylicking. Maybe by then, 
if I'm in the mood for it, I'll eat your cunt out for you. How'd that be?" 

"I can't wait!" she cried, ecstatic at the prospect. "And then, after you've 
sucked me off, will you fuck me again? I mean, really drive the cock up my 
cunt? Being eaten, it always makes me want to fuck some more. A guy's tongue 
doesn't get in deep enough to make me come all the way, not the way I want 
to when I'm really turned on." 

"Sure, when I eat you I'll make sure that you get all of everything you 
want," he promised. 

At each of their meetings Moon was sure to give her another glassful of the 
acid-spiked water. These doses were enough to send her into a mild state of 
euphoria, during which time Moon and Sky impressed upon the girl the 
necessity for cooperating fully with them. They also continued to tell her 
that she needed them in the most intimately physical way and that only they 
could satisfy the needs which, they suggested, would become even stronger 
and more pressing. 

The stranger showed up again at the Thursday meeting. He carried a floor 
plan of the bank and asked her a series of questions about the placement of 
guards and alarms. When he was satisfied that he had extracted the last bit 
of information from her he rolled up his map, unplugged his tape recorder, 
and left. Moon and Sky exchanged jubilant looks when he had disappeared; 
they were sure now that their employers were going to use Linda's 
information and that they would be in line for a substantial bonus. 

"Here's another little something you might look forward to for the weekend," 
Moon said between one of their orgiastic bouts. "Maybe, if you behave 
yourself and act just the way we want, we might arrange it so you can screw 
three guys at once. Well, really, you'd be screwing twoone in your cunt and 
one in your assand you'd be sucking the other one. If you worked it just 
right you might get 'em to where they'd all three be coming at once. What 
would you think about that?" 

The prospect of such a depraved, thrilling feat filled her with quivering 
desire and she showed her feelings. 

"I'd probably die with joy!" she declared. "But what a way to go! Is it 
really possible? Could we get arranged altogether to get something like that 
going?" 

"Shit, you blew me once while Sky was fucking your ass, didn't you? Why not 
just add a third guylet him shove his dick up your cunt while you're getting 
it those other ways? Me 'n Sky, we've double-fucked Judy lots of times. You 
know, one of us in her cunt and the other in her ass!" 

Linda knew quite well that both the openings between her thighs could be 
used simultaneously; lately her masturbatory habits had changed and now she 
invariably fingerfucked herself in both holes at once. Moon also knew this, 
since he and Sky often forced her to demonstrate her digital skills for 
them; they found it an effective way to restore their flagging sexual 
energies after having expended them on her. 

At first she had felt very ashamed of herself at allowing them to see the 
love practices she employed at her most private moments but gradually she 
had come to find it another source of sexual arousal. The more she 
masturbated in front of them the more she found it excitingthe motion of 
having an audience, even one as crude and ribald as Moon and Sky, had an 
erotic effect of considerable magnitude on her. 

"It sounds marvelous!" Linda muttered, already steaming hot over the 
prospect. "What do you want me to do? How can I earn this privilege?" 

She had already succumbed to their suggestions to the extent that she 
counted it a privilege to be made a sexual plaything of theirs; the change 
had been almost imperceptible but now it was definitely visible. 

"Oh, you'll find out when the time comes," Moon told her. "For right now, 
how about a double blow job? You know, suck me 'n Sky off at the same time!" 

Linda was eager to do their bidding. She could not get both their cocks into 
her mouth at once, naturally; the huge tool springing out of Moon's loins 
was itself a mouthful. She settled upon sucking them alternately. She 
brought them together, face to face, and knelt between them so that she 
could mouth their organs simply by moving her face from side to side. She 
grasped their pricks, wet and almost rancid with the week's accumulation of 
sexual fluids, in her hands and masturbated them at the same time at she was 
licking the gamey, musky tools. 

They liked the way she had solved the problem of serving them both at once 
and, due to her energetic performance, soon loosed another thick flow of 
sperm into her eager lips. The ejaculations were too profuse for her to be 
able to swallow it all and a thick stream of come dripped from her lips, 
falling down onto her lovely, swollen, tingling breasts. When she had 
serviced them completely, she fell back and seized her nipples, rubbing the 
oily glue into her flesh and moaning happily as her tensions mounted. Judy, 
also present and eager to assist, leaped forward at a word from Moon and 
plunged her fingers into Linda's cunt, bringing her to a swift and noisy 
orgasm that left her whimpering on the stained mattress. Moon and Sky looked 
at each other with triumph; they knew that every time they brought Linda to 
a crashing climax like this they were solidifying their strange but 
effective power over her. 

They made no attempt to get in touch with her Friday. They had never given 
her a telephone number at which she could reach them and she knew, for the 
shabby, transient look of the places at which they met, that they were using 
the rooms only for the purpose of giving her the treatment she wanted with 
more and more intensity. Nevertheless, when she had not received the 
customary call by eight o'clock Friday night, she went to as many of the 
apartments as she could remember. None was occupied and there was no sign, 
apart from a few semen stains on the mattresses and a rank air of leftover 
sex, that anyone had ever been in them. She did not know it but she was 
followed all during the evening. Moon and Sky trailed her at a safe 
distance, keeping well back in shadows and looking out only occasionally to 
be sure that she was still ahead of them. At the end of the evening, when 
Linda finally gave up and returned to her apartment, they crowed with 
jubilation. 

"She's hooked, she's really hooked," Sky giggled. "You see the look on that 
face of hers when she turned around under that streetlight? Man, that bitch 
is wanting it! She's ready for cock!" 

"She'll want it a lot more by tomorrow afternoon," Moon promised. 

They ignored her until two o'clock Saturday afternoon. By that time, Linda 
had grown frantic with lust and had spent most of the morning clawing at her 
loins, always without success. The climaxes she administered to herself only 
heightened her desire, she discovered; her fingers could not penetrate as 
deeply as a prick and, more important, they did not culminate their 
penetration with a long, bursting climax that left her cunt soaked and 
dripping with creamy sperm. When the telephone at her bedside rang she was 
paralyzed with expectation for a moment, but then she grabbed it up and 
answered. 

"Start getting ready for it," Moon told her without wasting words on fancy 
greetings. "Be at this address at two o'clock." 

Linda looked at her alarm clock as she scribbled down the address he gave 
her. She saw with a despairing sensation that it was now only twelve; the 
thought of having to wait until two o'clock filled her with a nauseous 
frustration. 

"Can't it be before?" she asked, her voice registering the tensions in her 
anxious body. "I'm dying for it; when you didn't call last night I thought 
it was all over with! I can't wait another minute for it! I'm going out of 
my head, I want to fuck so bad!" 

"I got hung up with another chick last night," Moon said, emphasizing his 
words and letting her know that she was not that important to him. "She was 
a real hot-assed little bitch and by the time she got through with me I 
couldn't even move. But I got it back now, so you'll be able to work out 
that cunt of yours. But I'm warning you, not a second before two o'clock! If 
you get there before two you'll just have to cool it till we get ready for 
you." 

"I'll try," Linda promised. "But don't keep me waiting, please! I'm seriousI 
really need it this time!" 

"If you want to get it, then you'd better do just what we want," Moon 
threatened. "We mean business and cunt's easy to find in this town, so we 
don't need you at all, got that?" 

"I've got it," Linda replied. "I'll do just what you say, whatever it is. 
You don't have to worry about me!" 

Despite Moon's threat, she could not stay away from the address he had given 
her. She pulled on a dress hurriedly, combed out her tangled hair and left 
her apartment. Although she knew that he would force her to wait outside the 
apartment until he was ready, she could not prevent her feet from carrying 
her the few blocks to the address he had mentioned. She arrived shortly 
after one, having forced herself to make several detours, but she seemed 
drawn to him by an unseen tether. She softly walked up to the door of the 
apartment and leaned against the doorjamb, her legs were weak with desire 
and with the urgent need to enclose a man's body. She could hear, through 
the door, the soft, low sounds of voices within; there was at least one girl 
inside and several men. Linda realized that they were already amusing 
themselves with sexual games and that she was being deliberately left out of 
them. She rapped timidly at the door, hoping against hope that Moon would 
for once relent. 

"Who are you?" a stranger asked, opening the door. 

"Linda," she said, looking beyond him to scenes of orgiastic lust. "Linda 
Maddison. Moon told me to be here." 

"Yeah, and when did he tell you to be here?" the stranger asked in a 
skeptical, sneering tone. 

"Two o'clock," she replied, gazing down at the man's fully erect prick and 
feeling her own sexual organ begin throbbing at an even more painful rate; 
the man was very nearly as large as Moon and his prick looked as 
malevolently sensual as a vicar peering at choirboys. 

"It ain't two o'clock yet," the man sneered. "Wait." 

Before she could protest the door was slammed shut in her face. Linda leaned 
against it, blinking back the tears of enraged frustration and whimpering 
piteously. No one came out to attend to her, however, and she had to listen 
to the sounds of lust coming from inside the room. She had seen Moon; he had 
been kneeling behind a strange woman, a depraved-looking creature with long 
black hair and she could tell from his energetic movements that he was 
driving his mammoth prick into her with uncontrolled joy. 

"They're making me wait out here like a mare waiting to be serviced," she 
told herself bitterly. "The bastards, they're just doing it to make me want 
to fuck more!" 

If that was their goal, it certainly succeeded. When two o'clock came and 
she knocked on the door again her thighs were dripping wet with her oil of 
excitement. She had difficulty in walking; every movement of her thighs 
pulled at the flesh around her throbbing clitoris and sent spasms of man 
lust shooting through her belly. She made her way into the room and threw 
off her dress immediately. There was Moon, now lolling on a low couch with 
his insolent prick drooping across his hairy belly; Sky stood at a bar, 
mixing himself a drink. There were also two other men; the one who had 
opened the door earlier for her, still erect, and a short but very bulky 
black sporting a gigantic Afro hairdo and a prick of an especially 
intriguing shape. 

Linda's eye was caught by the black's tool and she could not bring herself 
to look away. It was not especially long but it was very thick. The most 
unusual aspect of the tool, however, was the way it curved to the left. The 
head was at least two inches off center, she judged, and she wondered how so 
unusual a prick would affect her. The thought of that thick, dark sword 
curving into her cunt, rubbing strongly against one side of that 
ultra-sensitive tunnel, set her afire with new lust. 

"We've just been having a little fun with Carol," Moon told her, gesturing 
over to the girl with the long black hair. "We aim to run a little 
contestsee which one of you wants prick the most." 

"It won't be any contest," Linda promised. "Nobody could want it any more 
than I do. Nobody!" 

"We'll see," Moon said. "First thing, though, let's just see if you're 
really uptight about being ready to take us on. Why don't you go around and 
lick every cock in the room? Just to show us you're for real!" 

Linda knew that she would have to taste the cunt of this strange woman but 
the realization only made her all the readier to comply with the perverted 
requests being made upon her. She began sucking the men, going from one to 
the other and mouthing their pricks with relish. She felt her nipples 
growing harder and hotter by the minute; once, kneeling before Sky as she 
wrapped her tongue around his cock and sucked hungrily, she brushed a nipple 
against his knee. The sudden, unexpected contact brought a strangled cry of 
anguished joy to her throat. 

"Now go over and eat Carol awhile," Moon ordered when she had favored each 
man with lavish oral caresses. "Her pussy and asshole have had a pretty good 
workout so they ought to be just about right for good eating. Go on, she 
don't mind having a girl's face between her legs." 

"Come on, honey," Carol purred, rolling onto her back and spreading her fat, 
chubby legs wide apart to expose the grotesquely furred slit the men had 
been using. "I just love being sucked; it don't matter if it's a guy or a 
chick that's doing it!" 

Without even pausing to think about the shame of being forced to devour 
another woman Linda fell into the required position. Just as Moon had 
promised the girl's cunt was dripping with accumulated collections of sperm. 
The rich, sticky cream was all over the huge lips, the insides of her thighs 
and the inner surfaces of her pussy. Evidently she never washed; the scent 
of old sex was far stronger than Linda would have believed possible. She 
lapped hungrily at the fragrant slit and told herself that surely Moon would 
soon relent and give her the prick she wanted. 

"Now the asshole," Carol muttered, swinging her legs up higher and lifting 
her rump to Linda's mouth. "Oh, honey, them guys just fucked my ass till it 
was raw, so be careful how you suck it!" 

Again Linda complied, running her tongue down the crack between the cheeks 
of the girl's ass and savoring the collected juices left there. She rimmed 
the girl easily, caressing the battered anus with her tongue. When she 
attempted to shove her tongue in deeper, Carol gave a low cry and pushed her 
face away. "That hurts," she complained. 

Moon was now ready for her and he motioned for Terry, the man who had 
originally opened the door, to mount Linda. He did so, shoving his prick 
halfway into her cunt and bringing a shriek of pleasure to her throat. 
Before she could recover her senses enough to churn out the few motions she 
would have needed to gain the climax, however, he pulled his prick from her 
cunt and would not replace it. 

"Agghh!" she groaned, almost livid with rage at being deprived of the 
precious tool. "Give it to me! Fuck me, you bastard; I want to come!" 

"Calm down," he told her. "It'll do you good to want it a while longer!" 

Gloating with insane humor, the men held her down tightly and took turns in 
tormenting her with their cocks. Carol collaborated, sometimes playing 
deliciously torturous games with Linda's pussy and then switching to hold 
her own gamey slit an inch above the girl's contorted face. They took great 
pleasure in her anguished cries. Moon especially had the key to her desires: 
he knelt over her and jacked himself off, teasing her by pretending to be 
nearing a climax. Desperately hungry for pleasure, Linda begged him to shoot 
off in her face, to drown her in come, but he refused to honor even her most 
depraved requests. 

"Fuck my asshole!" she begged. "My cunt, my mouth, anywhere! Just give me a 
little cock! I can't live without cock!" 

When at last she got her wish and Moon lay over her, shoving a double 
handful of prick up her tender, swollen cunt she lay still for a moment. She 
could not even scream, the sensations boiled up within her so quickly and so 
violently. After a moment, however, she shrieked out wildly and grabbed him 
with her arms and legs. She threw her loins against his in a moment of 
furious intensity. Her cunt throbbed and pulsed mightily as she fucked 
herself back and forth on his mighty prick; each movement of that massive 
rod sent her into another spasmodic series of shuddering movements until at 
last she fell back into a limp, sobbing heap of satiated womanhood. Moon had 
deliberately withheld his climax, though it was not for a moment or two that 
Linda realized that she had been denied that ultimate pleasure. 

"Why didn't you let go with the come?" she complained. "God, it was so 
fucking good! A nice cuntful of come would have made it even better!" 

"I just wanted to make sure that you had something to offer later on," Moon 
said. "After you find out what we really want you to do." 

"For another fuck like that? Especially with a nice come tacked onto it?" 
Linda asked. "Anything! Just ask!" 

She listened closely when Moon began explaining what he and his friends 
wanted. To her surprise, they did not sketch out some especially depraved 
act they wanted her to perform. Instead, she learned that they were part of 
an underworld network living by crime. They wanted her to cooperate in 
robbing the bank at which she worked! Linda would ordinarily have gone 
straight to the police had such an idea been so much as hinted at but she 
was not in an ordinary situation; Moon and Sky had seen to that with their 
clever use of drugs and their carefully planted series of suggestions. By 
the time their ultimate aim became clear, Linda was in no condition to 
resist any of their suggestions. Thus she became a willing tool in their 
criminal aims. 

"You just do your part," Moon promised her, "and we might have a real treat 
for you." 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"How'd you like to become a permanent part of our gang? You know, live with 
us? That way, see, you'd be right here handy and whenever you wanted to get 
your cunt packed, one of us would always be here to give it to you!" 

Linda's eyes widened at this. The prospect seemed infinitely appealing to 
her and she knew immediately that she could not say no to the offer. Her 
face showed her acceptance and Moon gave her one of his few genuinely 
companionable smiles. 

"I knew you'd see it our way," he told her. 

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. 

"Not much, just let us know when you've got a big shipment of cash coming in 
or going out," he said. 

"That's easy," she replied. "A week from next Tuesday we're getting off a 
shipment of old, damaged, unusable currency to the Federal Reserve Bank. 
Usually there's half a million at least in those shipments, sometimes up 
close to a million. We're a sort of central clearing house for used bills, 
you know." 

"Beautiful!" he sighed. "Old bills, that's the best kindnobody ever thinks 
to check them!" 

"You'd better be careful," Linda warned. "Whenever we have one of those 
shipments going out we always hire extra guardssometimes double the number 
we usually have." 

"Somebody'll get in touch with you to work all that out," Moon said. "No 
sweat about that. For now, girlie, you've got your treat coming up. Remember 
what I said about taking on three guys at once?" 

Linda's eyes brightened at that. She had been deliberately teasing herself 
ever since Thursday night by thinking about so deliriously exciting a feat 
and now it was to be made real! Moon ordered her to get over Lew, the black, 
and to get the head of his prick planted just in the mouth of her cunt. He 
got up behind her, intending to skewer her asshole with his own hefty rod 
and Sky knelt beside her head, offering his own cock to her lips. She took 
it readily, popping the head into her mouth and lurching backward slightly 
to get more of her cunt's rim around Lew's prick. Moon motioned for Carol to 
come to him and lubricate his cock with a kiss; she did so and then aimed it 
at Linda's anus for good measure. Within less than a minute, three pricks 
were boring into Linda's body from different angles and she was assaulted by 
a bewildering variety of sensations. 

The erotic thrills blasted away at her nervous system, relentless and 
severe, until she felt that she was being pulled apart. 

Terry, left out of the exciting figure, pulled Carol over to him and forced 
her head down onto the shaft of his own swollen prick. She sucked 
methodically, twisting her head so she could watch Linda being fucked 
mercilessly, and fingered her own ripe pussy at the same time. 

Linda's body was subjected to too many stimuli for her to be able to reach a 
satisfactory climax. Even so, she felt a wave of deep, utterly sensual 
satisfaction sweep over her as she took the pricks deep into her body. The 
knowledge that she was pleasing three men at once thrilled her, even though 
the pleasure did not lead to the usual orgasm. 

Sky, planted deep in her throat, was the first to demonstrate his pleasure. 
When she felt his cock begin to quiver and then to spurt out the long, hot 
jets of sperm, she groaned happily, secure in the knowledge that she was 
receiving the full fury of his lusty arousal. Moon and Lew joined him soon 
after. Their pricks, lying side by side in her inner tunnels, pulsed 
rhythmically and emptied the contents of their balls in a series of 
spine-tingling gushes. 

"That was the best ever," Linda whispered as they pulled away from her. "I 
never thought it could be that good, not ever!" 

"Hell, if balling one guy is good," Moon reasoned, "then balling three guys 
would be three times as good. It stands to reason!" 

"Ever have any black dick before?" Lew asked, looking at Linda with a 
gloating expression. 

"No, you were my first," she replied. 

"What did you think about it?" 

"It's okay," she said. "No better than what I've been used to, but not any 
worse either." 

For some reason her answer delighted them all. They broke out a jug of wine 
and passed it around, spreading good cheer around the room. Linda felt that 
somehow she had become a part of them and she joined in the celebration, 
though she knew nothing about what was being celebrated. She spent the rest 
of Saturday and most of Sunday in the apartment. Most of the time was 
devoted to sex in some form and Linda lost count of the number of times she 
held a spurting cock in some part of her body. By the time she left, on 
Sunday afternoon just before sundown, her fierce sexual appetite had been 
dulled and she walked back home secure in the knowledge that she would not 
be needing sexual stimulation for a while. At least, she told herself that 
she would not need it. 

 Chapter Nine 

Moon had trained Linda far too well, had warped her mind far too completely, 
for her to be able to deny the fact, however. He had converted her into an 
avaricious prick lover, a woman possessed with a ravenous hunger for sexual 
pleasure. As a result, her euphoria, resulting from the long period of 
orgiastic excess, lasted only until early Monday morning. She awoke with a 
vague yearning eating away at the slit between her legs and she knew that 
she was now completely under his power. 

"I'll never get enough of it!" she muttered to herself as she rolled onto 
her side and slipped her hands down onto her pussy. "The bastard, he's got 
me really hookedand I'm loving it, every bit of it! And every inch they feed 
me!" 

Only the thought that soon she would be with the gang permanently kept her 
from taking some drastic stepshe did not know what it would be, but she felt 
the need for some kind of actionto remedy her distressing condition. There 
were times when she toyed with the idea of becoming a prostitute, though she 
knew that she lacked the business sense she would need if she were to make a 
success at practicing that ancient profession. Nevertheless she found it 
amusing and rather exciting to visualize herself walking the streets, 
propositioning every man who passed by, and being accepted by most of them. 
The succession of strange men, all interested only in a few moments' worth 
of pleasure with her body, fascinated her. 

I'm just horny, she said to herself. In spite of that workout on Saturday 
and Sunday, I'm still as hot for it as a teenager at her first prom! It 
would be nice, though, to spend the night with a fellow again, to go to 
sleep after a long, juicy screw and wake up with come plastered all over us 
both. And then to wake him up by sucking him off! 

Moon took care that Linda did not lose the conditioning she had already 
received. He called her nearly every day, missing only once between that 
Monday and the day before they were supposed to rob the bank, and gave her 
the address of a place where she could meet him and one or more of his 
cohorts. She kept these appointments religiously and walked away from the 
assignations with a sense of again having fulfilled her own special destiny. 

"Something special for you tonight," Moon said when she met him for the 
first time after the Saturday-Sunday orgy. "I figure it's about time you had 
your cunt eaten proper!" 

Linda was transfixed with delight at this. She had been missing the unique 
thrill of having a man's face between her thighs. True, Carol and Judythe 
only two women she had yet seen in the company of the gangoften went down on 
her but Linda quickly decided that however tender and skillful a woman might 
be at eating pussy, there was nothing quite like the brutal, anxious, 
pressing way a man did it. 

"If you want to," she said, automatically reaching down to caress the 
tingling bud of her clitoris. "But I'm warning you, I haven't washed it 
since before that time at the beach house, so it's getting pretty awful down 
there. At least, most people would say so. The girls at work are beginning 
to think I have a disease or something; they've been giving me funny looks 
and talking about deodorants, 'feminine hygiene,' things like that." 

"You won't have to put up with them cunts much longer," Moon told her, 
stretching out on his back and licking his lips in anticipation of the feast 
she was cradling between her thighs. "Hey, that reminds me, you'd better 
tell your banker friend that you're quitting next week. Make up some kind of 
excuse; tell him you're going up North or something. We don't want you 
disappearing from there without anybody knowing anything about it." 

"I'll do it tomorrow," Linda promised as she knelt over his head. "I'll give 
him a hint that it's because ... well, because of that weekend. He hasn't 
been at all friendly as of late and I think hell be glad to see me getting 
out of there." 

"No, turn around the other way," Moon told her as she got over him with her 
face toward his head. "Let's suck each other at the same timea little 
sixty-nine might be just what you need today." 

Linda made the required adjustment and settled into place. Moon's cock lay 
limply across his belly; she would have the additionally delightful task of 
bringing it to an erection. 

"What a change a few weeks can make!" she marveled as she took his flaccid 
prick in her hand and pulled the thick foreskin off the head. "When I went 
down to that beach house with Paul I'd have been terribly offended if a 
fellow had even wanted to fuck after he'd been with another woman. And now, 
seeing all this dried, leftover come on your dick, smelling all the women 
who've come on it, it just makes me want to eat you all the more! What's 
happened to me?" 

"Then you were a stuck up, prissy little bitch," he told her, admiring the 
healthy, gamey pussy that she held just above his face. "You hadn't ever had 
your asshole fucked; you didn't know much about screwing or sucking; you 
didn't know much of anything except that you liked cocks. Now, you've found 
out what it's all about! Now shut up and start eating dickI want you to get 
me hard and then give me a blow job!" 

Linda could not help remembering her affected daintiness before that 
momentous weekend, when Moon and Sky had invaded the beach house; she wryly 
contrasted the girl she had been then with her present position. Realizing 
that she would then have been horribly offended at what she was now about to 
do, she also understood that the contrast between what she had been and what 
she was now could also be a source of sexual stimulation. 

She tried to put herself in the place of the earlier Linda and to stand away 
from herself and Moon, detached and objective, so she could watch the lewd 
acts they were performing on each other. She saw herself kneeling over him, 
knees widespread and pussy wide open to his lips; she saw herself fondling 
that semen-encrusted prick, ripe with the juices of who knows how many 
cunts. The vision was an exciting one and she sucked up the head of his 
prick in a greedy gulp. 

The acrid tastes fired her senses, turning her tongue into a dervish of 
erotic activity, and she engorged the entire flaccid length of prick into 
her mouth. She tried to stuff his heavy balls into her lips too but of 
course there was no room; she had to release her grip upon the prick in 
order to suck up the heavy, sperm-laden eggs. The cunt drippings and semen 
from old encounters were on his bag too and she rolled the big lumps of 
maleness around in her mouth. She covered his bag with kisses, working 
farther down between his legs and bringing her lips closer to his ass. 

"Hey, you've really got the right idea!" Moon murmured, spreading his legs 
apart and lifting his rump slightly to afford her easier access to the 
target her depraved senses had selected. 

He still had not attacked her pussy. His fingers had been busy at spreading 
the lips and fondling the area around the slit, but he had not yet touched 
her sex flesh with his own lips. He pursed his lips and blew on her, 
riffling the tender, curling hairs with his breath. Linda shivered at the 
strange, deliciously exciting touch of air. He inhaled deeply, sniffing of 
her aromatic opening, and grinned with perverted delight. 

"This little cunt is ready for eating," he muttered to Sky, who sat nearby 
watching. "Man, is she ever ready for it! And the hotter she gets, the more 
it makes that cunt of hers stink!" 

He forced the lips of her pussy wide apart with his strong fingers, opening 
her up completely, and stuck out the tip of his tongue. He touched her 
lightly, merely grazing her excited flesh, but even that contact was enough 
to bring a groaning, wailing approval to her throat. Linda flexed the 
muscles in her hips and thighs, enjoying the slight added tension she could 
bring to bear on her tortured pussy and clitoris. Moon seized her buttocks 
in his rough hands and squeezed hard, crushing and kneading the sensitive 
flesh in a way that again made her moan with ecstasy. His tongue glided near 
her swollen clitoris, now an angry cone of aroused womanhood, but did not 
touchhe was too canny to attack the very seat of her sensuality and 
preferred to work up to it gradually. Linda's hips began weaving back and 
forth as the hot lust mounted in her loins. 

Her tongue now played over the rim of Moon's asshole. Rimmed with dark, 
curly hair of an extraordinary fineness, the small opening attracted her 
tongue like a magnet. She tried to ram her tongue into the very mouth of his 
ass. She ignored the myriad flavors that assaulted her tastebuds as she 
rimmed him, flavors redolent of things that set her aflame with desire, and 
concentrated on forcing her tongue deeper into his asshole. 

"I'm fucking a man with my tongue!" she thought to herself as she stiffened 
her tongue and tried to gouge it farther into the ripe opening. "It's just 
like he was doing it to me; I'm doing something to him that he can do to 
me!" 

Her hands did not ignore the rapidly hardening prick, however. She grasped 
him firmly in her fingers, rubbing his cock against her throat in an effort 
to excite herself. She was so fully aware of his prick and what she was 
doing to his asshole that she did not even feel his tongue gliding back and 
forth in her moist, slippery furrow. Moon secured her wholehearted attention 
by jabbing a finger, thoughtfully moistened in that same crevice, into her 
asshole. She threw up her head abruptly, uttering a strangled oath when she 
felt his finger probe deep into her own bowel. 

"Agghh!" she cried, writhing in sensual agony as the finger radiated sexual 
delight through her rear. "Do it, do it, do it!" 

Moon chuckled at that and removed his finger; he had sought only to disrupt 
her concentration on him and to prepare her for another round of teasing 
torment. 

"Fingerfuck my ass, baby, run your finger in it and give me an ass job," he 
ordered. "You can pretend your finger's a cock and I'm a faggot!" 

Utterly helpless before the stern power of his will, she complied. His 
asshole was already slippery, due to the activity of her tongue, and her 
middle finger slipped easily into place. Linda felt another wave of 
sensuality slip over her as she watched her finger enter his body; the 
thought struck her that this was exactly what her own asshole looked like as 
it was being punctured by a finger. In a way, she thought, it was like 
watching herself being subjected to the lewdest kind of caresses and this 
thought also made her even more excited. 

"Don't forget the cock," he reminded her. "Go down on it, you bitch, run it 
all the way in!" 

She did so but was quickly distracted by the way Moon tongued and bit her 
own throbbing wound. He plastered his mouth against her pussy and sucked in 
a mouthful of her most intimate flesh, then began gnawing roughly at the 
tingling lips. His teeth crushed the lips of her pussy, mangled her 
clitoris, and excited her to the utmost. She rolled and ground her hips 
aimlessly, pulling against the inexorable pressure of his lips and teeth; 
the added stimulation was immense and she was forced to lift her mouth off 
his cock and cry out for relief. 

"Fuck it deep!!" she pleaded, tossing her head from side to side and 
snuggling against Moon's mouth in an effort to coax him into doing her 
bidding. "Oh, tongue-fuck me, do it to me!" 

He dug his finger into her asshole again, giving her another and different 
kind of pleasure, then tensed his tongue and shot it deep. It rubbed against 
the rim of her cunt, bringing squeals of delight to her lips, and slithered 
into the honeyed opening. He drove his tongue as deep into her cunt as it 
would go and then removed it. Again he thrust it home, only to withdraw it; 
he repeated the in-and-out motion over and over until she was shaking from 
head to foot. The orgasmic shocks rippled cleanly through her body and 
brought cries of agonized delight to her lips. She held herself up on her 
extended arms, tense and responsive, as he continued to drive his stiff 
tongue in and out of her convulsively grasping cunt. Her clitoris was mashed 
against his chin; the stubble of his day-old whiskers scraped her cruelly 
but she felt nothing more than a massive fog of orgiastic pleasure spreading 
outward from the throbbing cone of femininity. 

Moon sucked eagerly at the cascade of cunty oils released by her tumultuous 
climax and heated to almost a boil by her extended arousal. She remained on 
him for several minutes, enjoying the last flickers of feeling, then gently 
lowered herself down until she was prostrate on his belly. His prick rested 
against her lips but she could not find the energy she needed to resume 
sucking it. 

"What a way to come!" she marveled in a low, husky whisper. "Oh, baby, I 
thought I was going to cream forever! Did you like it? Do you still like the 
taste of my cunt? Did I come enough for you?" 

"It was okay," Moon replied. "But I thought you were going to suck me off 
too." 

"I was trying," she murmured, now aware that she had forgotten all about his 
cock, 'Taut when I started coming I couldn't do anything; I didn't even know 
you had a prick! That's how much you were fucking me; you just drove it out 
of my prick-loving mind! But don't worry, honey, I'll suck it for you; I'll 
suck that cock till it can't stand up at all!" 

"I know you will," he told her, "but that can wait for a while. Why don't 
you try something else first? Carol's in the next room; she's got a little 
dingus she wants to try on you. She'd like to see what it's like to fuck a 
girl, so why don't you give her a chance?" 

"Anything," Linda promised. "You know I'll do anything for you!" 

Carol appeared on command; it was almost as he she had been listening 
through the closed door. Linda looked up and stiffened in horror: the girl 
carried a brutally large dildo, a knobby, thick tool made of rubber, and she 
was coming forward with a look of erotic excitement on her face. 

"She's not going to ... not with that!" Linda moaned, shrinking back as her 
eyes remained glued to the massive tool. 

"Sure, it'll feel just like a cock," Moon told her. "See, she's strapping it 
on now and it fits right where a cock oughtta be. Come on, baby, roll over 
and let her hump it to you dog fashion. You can suck my dick while she's 
fucking you, if you like." 

That reward alone made it possible for Linda to submit to the humiliation of 
being skewered by the wicked-looking tool that now jutted out from Carol's 
pussy. It was easily as large as Moon's prick and had the additional feature 
of being thickly crusted with wartlike projections. Linda shuddered with 
apprehension when she imagined what that obscenely shaped tool would do to 
her cunt. 

"Don't worry about it," Carol advised her as she knelt behind her rump. "The 
bumps aren't all that hard; they won't scratch. And girls always have a lot 
of stretch in their cunts anyway. Hell, I've been fucking myself with this 
all morning!" 

Linda concentrated fiercely upon the prick Moon placed below her lips but 
she could not ignore the fact that her pussy was being stretched to the 
utmost by the tremendous tool attached to Carol. She felt it with acuteness, 
even the warts, and felt a flood of revulsion sweep over her. She did not 
understand the reason Moon and Sky delighted in forcing her to perform these 
obscene, unnatural acts with other girls and she hated herself for even the 
small twinges of pleasure she felt when doing them. She understood, though, 
that it was necessary to submit to them if she were going to continue to 
have free access to the pricks she had grown to love and need with such 
desperate urgency. That understanding alone was enough to ensure her 
acquiescence and thus she fought down the urge to resist when Carol shoved 
the dildo into her cunt. 

Fortunately Moon's prick was exciting enough, and her cunt was disciplined 
enough, for her to become less aware of Carol's obscene actions. She found 
herself devoting herself more and more to Moon's prick and soon she was so 
engrossed in bringing him to a climax that she thought of nothing else. Her 
hands roamed over his loins, stroking the prick and fondling the ballsand 
even venturing down to toy with his asshole. Moon enjoyed it all and held 
her head in his hands as he worked his prick around in her mouth. 

"Get ready!" he warned, giving an especially violent hump and shoving his 
cock into her throat. "I can feel it now; you're gonna get more come than 
you know what to do with!" 

He had overestimated his discharge and Linda easily swallowed the entire 
load of sperm. As she sucked and swallowed, she felt her cunt swell up to 
the bursting point and deliver yet another forceful climax; Carol ignored 
her joy and fucked steadily, working the cunt-smeared dildo in and out with 
a slow, rhythmical motion. When Linda fell off Moon, exhausted and limp, she 
also slipped off the dildo strapped to Carol's loins. The blunt, grotesque 
projectile reared up as if it were seeking another victim. 

That was the last time Linda saw Carol. Twice more during the week before 
the robbery was to come off, Judy was present when she met Moon and Sky; 
once she was told to mouth the girl's cunt but otherwise her sexual 
activities were limited to the two men. They tapered off the doses of the 
drug they had given her, allowing her only three glasses of the spiked water 
during the week. Moon explained that since she was learning so well to obey 
their commands there was no longer any need for the powerful mind-opener. 

Paul seemed gratified when Linda handed him her letter of resignation from 
the bank. He asked her to stay until the following Tuesday the day Moon and 
his friends were supposed to rob the bankin order to prepare the necessary 
papers for the large shipment of currency to the Federal Reserve bank where 
it would be destroyed. On her last day of work he fairly glowed with 
happiness; it was all too apparent that he was glad to be rid of her. 

"Don't you want to clear out your desk?" he asked at the end of the day when 
she prepared to leave. 

"Maybe I'll come back and do it tomorrow," she said, shrugging 
indifferently. "If I don't, don't worry about it; just throw it all away. 
There's nothing in there that I want." 

 Chapter Ten 

The plan called for Linda to go to the bank early Tuesday morning and be 
admitted with the rest of the work force, who customarily entered by a small 
side door opening onto an alley running beside the bank. Moon pointed out 
that she would very likely be allowed to enter with the other office girls, 
as though she had not resigned; she could tell the girls that she was 
stopping by to clear out her desk. She knew nothing about the rest of the 
plan since they had thought it best not to give her any more information 
than she needed. She had been told that after they had cleaned out the 
vaultdue to open twenty minutes before the bank opened for businessshe would 
be taken along, ostensibly as a hostage. 

"Get in and be quick about it!" 

Linda looked up with surprise at the familiar voice. She had just stepped 
out of her apartment house on her way to the bank. Moon stood beside the 
open door of a panel truck, beckoning impatiently to her. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, hurrying to get inside. "I thought I'd see you at 
the bank!" 

"There ain't no bank left!" he snapped as the driver put the truck in gear 
and eased away from the curb. "A bunch of hippies or Commies or Black 
Pantherssomebody, whoever it was laid a truckful of dynamite up against it 
early this morning and set it off. The whole fucking block's supposed to be 
leveled. We just heard about it on the radio when we were pulling out." 

"Now what?" she asked, trying to digest that startling news. 

"So now we do what we'd have done anyway," he said. "We take out for the 
hills and lay low. No telling what's going to happen now but we're hauling 
ass outta this place!" 

Linda looked around in the panel truck. There, on a low bench running down 
one side, sat Sky, Lew and Terry; there were also a couple of strange men, 
whom she had never seen before, sitting against her side of the truck. 

"Why don't we knock off a piece of that while we're driving across town?" 
one of the men suggested, giving Linda a hungry look. "If we ain't gonna get 
to fuck her later on, how about now?" 

"Get after it if you want," Moon told him. "But be quick about itwhen we get 
to where that car's stashed you're getting the hell outta here whether 
you're screwing or not!" 

"It won't take long, not with a hot-looking cunt like that shaking her ass," 
the man said, rising up onto his knees and opening his fly. "Come on, 
girlie, get your ass down on the floor and gimme a screw!" 

Moon looked over his shoulder and motioned for her to do as the man said. 
She lifted up her skirt and ripped off her panties, then lay flat on the 
hard floor of the truck. The metal was cold against her naked flesh but she 
paid no attention to that; she concentrated her attention upon the prick the 
man had brought forth. He jacked himself off briefly, bringing the rod up to 
the proper degree of hardness, then lay over her. He guided the tool into 
place and sheathed it in a quick stroke that brought a sigh of delight to 
her lips. Though his prick could not begin to compare with the sizable tools 
she had grown accustomed to having, it was large enough to make her coo with 
pleasure as it whipped in and out Of her cunt. 

"Ahhh," she sighed, locking her legs around the man's hips and rocking back 
and forth easily as he fucked steadily. "It's beautiful, just beautiful!" 

The man surprised her with the speed of his climax. He had not given her 
more than a dozen strokes when suddenly he stiffened up, grunted heavily and 
then fell upon her with another bull-like thrust that drove all his prick 
home. She felt him begin to come and then, animated by the violence of his 
ejaculation, began twisting and writhing furiously. 

"Hot damn, she's some kind of screw!" the man marveled after he had spurted 
the last drop of come into her hungry cunt. "Moon, you sure got her trained 
right!" 

"She's just a regular cock lover," Moon agreed. "And when we get up at that 
cabin, she's gonna get more prick than she ever dreamed of!" 

"Wish I could be there," the man said. "But I got to head South." 

He pulled his prick out of her, wiped it carefully on her thigh and replaced 
it in his trousers. They arrived at the getaway car shortly after he had 
gotten off her; he and the other man Linda had never met got out and the 
truck pulled away. Linda remained sprawled on the floor, skirt up around her 
waist and semen dripping steadily from the lips of her pussy. She had not 
had an orgasm, of course, but the satisfaction of knowing that she had given 
full sexual pleasure to another man left her drowsy and relaxed. Lew eyed 
her naked thighs and lower body for a few minutes, getting visibly excited 
by the enticing prospect, then he knelt down to open up his own fly. 

"Man just can't look at pussy like that without doing something about it," 
he said with a laugh as he brought out his prick and leaned over her. "Come 
on, girl, let's see if I can't do a better job of pussy bumping than Mousey 
did!" 

She opened her thighs again and locked them behind him as his cock slid into 
her cunt. The peculiar shape of his tool caused it to rub against the right 
wall of her cunt in a way that made her wild with sensual hunger. Lew liked 
to hold himself suspended above her and watch as she worked her cunt back 
and forth the length of his cock. Just when she had brought herself to a 
fever pitch of readiness and was already beginning to gasp with wonder at 
the miracle occurring within her loins, he fell upon her and began thrusting 
quickly. His added stimulation was enough to shove her over the brink and 
she became a twisting, shuddering mass of climactic flesh. 

"Get after it!" he whooped as her hips began churning madly about his cock. 
"Oh, momma, fuck that black dick of mine! Keep it up, child, and you'll get 
your cunt sprayed proper!" 

"Let go of it!" Linda shrieked, holding tightly onto him and gripping him 
fiercely with her clenched thighs. "Shoot it all, baby, shoot the come up my 
cunt!" 

When Lew's balls twitched and then overflowed in a series of powerful jets 
that shot the sticky cream into every corner of her womb, Linda's joy was 
complete. Not only had she achieved the very pinnacle of sensual feeling 
herself, she had also provided a man with the same pleasure. Knowing this, 
she also knew that she had done exactly what Moon had taught her to do. She 
gathered the black to her and hugged him tightly, exultant in his pleasure; 
her cunt gave a few additional twitches of pleasure. 

For the rest of the five hours it took them to get to the remote mountain 
cabin selected for the hideout, Linda served a succession of cunt-hungry 
men. She sat up after Lew had pulled himself off her and finished stripping, 
an act bringing cheers of approval from the men, then she lay back with an 
expectant look. One after the other they piled onto her, eager to get their 
pricks into her brimming, sperm-laden pussy. She welcomed them with open 
arms and spread thighs. Even Moon crawled over the top of the front seat and 
took his turn; he waited until all the men in the back of the truck had 
plumbed the depths of her cunt before sinking his own massive plunger into 
the well-oiled sheath she held out to him. As soon as he had worked himself 
into a fine frenzy and had shot forth a generous amount of sperm, he called 
out to the driver. 

"Hey, Willie! Wanna get back here and give this cunt a workout? Four of us 
have fucked her already and she's acting like she could take four more!" 

Willie agreed and pulled the truck over to the side of the road. Moon drove 
while he lay atop Linda, working his prick in and out of her taut, grasping 
cunt, then brought himself to a long, shuddering orgasm. 

"That's a nice introduction," Linda muttered jerkily after they had pulled 
themselves apart. "Nothing like a fuck to get a good friendship under way! 
And I'm going to have to spend a month in the mountains with you guys? All 
five of you? Man! This is going to be a month I'll remember for a long 
time!" 

"It might not be a month," Moon told her. "What with those crazies blowing 
up that bank and queering our scheme, we might pull out before then. It just 
seemed like a good time to get out of town, the big boy said." 

"It doesn't matter to me," she replied. "I'm sure glad none of you guys are 
faggots; it'd be a shame to let any dick go to waste!" 

"Nothing to worry about there," Sky told her. "These guys are all hot for 
pussy. You'll get blisters and callouses on that snatch of yours and you may 
need a retread before very long!" 

Linda would have liked to take on two of the men at once, perhaps combining 
a screw with a blow job, but they were too cramped in the back of the panel 
truck to be able to arrange themselves satisfactorily. She amused herself by 
constructing ways in which she could satisfy all of them at once; the idea 
served to keep her constantly aroused. By the time they pulled up in the 
garage of the cabin where they were to stay, she had had a series of violent 
orgasms and was thoroughly whipped down. None of the men had any desire left 
either and they celebrated their arrival by going to sleep. 

When she awoke, Linda felt a prick nuzzling between the cheeks of her ass. 
She came awake gradually, stirred into consciousness by her throbbing pussy 
as well as by the bar of iron-hard flesh nosing between the tops of her 
thighs. She decided to keep her eyes closed in order to heighten the 
suspense; being fucked by a man whom she did not recognize, she decided, 
gave the act an added dimension of depravity and she quickly became fully 
aroused. 

"Do it to me!" she sighed when the man slipped the head of his prick into 
the mouth of her cunt. "I don't know who you are, but I like the feel of 
that cock! Just keep shoving it home!" 

The man said nothing, preferring to let his prick do the talking. It spun 
out an eloquent tale of lust; Linda's cunt responded in kind and the two 
sexual organs probed and caressed each other until both sang hymns to the 
glories of sensual excess. When Linda at last rolled over and opened her 
eyes she saw that Terry was the one who had dealt her so full a measure of 
ecstasy. 

"I started to peek when you first put it in," she said, giving him a 
conspiratorial smile, "but I was enjoying it so much I didn't. Besides, I 
thought it was sort of an extra treat, not being able to see who it was." 

"Some chicks swing that way," he told her. "It takes all kinds." 

When the rest of the crew woke up, Linda fixed them a meal. She prepared a 
big pot of soup, thickening it with added beef and potatoes until it was 
more nearly a stew, and added cheese sandwiches on the side. They stuffed 
themselves and then Linda cleaned up. Moon detailed Terry to help her with 
the dishes, a thoughtfulness rare for him. 

"We don't want her to wear herself out washing dishes," he explained. 

"That's right," Sky agreed, belching mightily. "She's got to keep some 
energy back for fucking!" 

The weather was very warm, despite the high altitude, and the men were all 
stripped. They sat Linda down in their midst and told her to recount for 
them her very first sexual experience. She had to think for a moment in 
order to decide exactly what they wanted and then she decided to tell them 
about her first lover. She described the evening when she surrendered her 
virginity; she had been fifteen and her lover was the same age. Neither of 
them had ever made love before and she remembered the experience had not 
been a satisfying one. 

"He just got my panties down and crawled on," she explained. "I didn't know 
what was going on; I didn't even know I was supposed to fuck back at him. I 
just laid there in the front seat of his parents' car and let him screw me. 
It didn't take him but just a few seconds to come and it was over before I 
knew what was going on." 

This story did not satisfy them and they insisted that she describe each of 
her lovers in detail. Linda hesitated, reluctant to bring such intimate 
matters out in the open, but one look at Moon's glowering face was enough to 
convince her that she must do exactly what he said. She took a deep breath 
before launching into the long story, but once she got started she found a 
peculiar excitement in discussing the habits and oddities of each of her 
prior lovers. She dwelt with particular emphasis on the man, a college 
senior whom she met during her first and only year at college, who had 
taught her to enjoy oral lovemaking. 

"That guy, he loved pussy about as well as anybody I ever saw," she said. 
"Except you guys, of course. He had this hangup about eating only clean 
ones, though; he'd always get me in the shower first and we'd wash each 
other off good before we went back to bed. At first it struck me as awful 
that a man would want to kiss my cuntit was always so drippy, so juicy. But 
he seemed to like it that way, as long as I'd washed it off just before he 
started sucking me." 

"When did you start sucking him?" Terry asked, his eyes alight with a fiery 
sensual interest. 

Linda went on to describe how she had come to take his prick into her mouth 
and how, gradually, she had convinced herself that it would be nice to keep 
it there until he deposited a generous portion of his hot love cream in her 
waiting throat. This account excited her audience and when she had finished 
describing her first blow job Terry rose to his feet. He went over to a 
cupboard and brought out two lengths of cotton rope. 

"I think this little cunt would like to be tied up, blindfolded, and then 
gang-fucked," he said, giving her a wicked leer. "She sounds like just the 
type who would get a big bang outta something like that!" 

Even though she felt her clitoris twang with sexual expectation at that 
Linda protested; she hated the idea of being bound up like a package of meat 
from the butcher and forced to submit to whatever depraved whim the group 
might have. Her protests were to no avail, of course, and she quickly found 
her hands and ankles bound together. Moon ripped a sleeve off his discarded 
shirt and used it to make a blindfold. When he had finished she could see 
nothing at all. Someone rolled her onto her side and tied her knees up 
toward her breasts, forcing her to assume the foetal position; this pose 
allowed the lips of her pussy to peep between her thighs and it made an 
interesting target for the group's lust. 

Lew fixed himself behind her, aiming his wickedly curved spike into the 
junction of those two dark folds of whiskered woman flesh. Linda knew that 
someone was over her, was penetrating her pussy and probing at the mouth of 
her cunt in a way that sent fiery fingers of lusty arousal coursing over her 
entire body. Another man leaned over her face and silently dangled his erect 
prick into her lips; she automatically opened her mouth to receive the 
proffered organ and began sucking it. The taste of old cunt and dried come 
immediately assailed her taste buds, making her even more ready to 
experience the limits of sexual pleasure and to administer them to others. 
She brought her bound hands up so that she could caress the man's ballsit 
was Sky who had taken the chance to get his prick suckedand did what she 
could to provoke the seminal blast she wanted so much. 

Lew whipped his curiously shaped cock in and out of her cunt rapidly, over 
and over, until the lips of her pussy were covered with white foam. He 
withdrew the curved tool to the very opening of the girl's cunt, bringing 
moans of delight into her throat, then plunged it home again with quick, 
skewering thrusts that struck at the very core of her being. Since her 
thighs were close together, the cuntal orifice was naturally somewhat more 
constricted. The relatively tighter passage soon had its effect on the man's 
sensitive prick, as well as upon Linda herself, and they began to come at 
almost the same time. Lew excited himself further by continuing to piston 
his spurting cock in and out of the tight, juicy sheath leading into her 
womb. Finally, giving a groan of sensual pleasure, he drove his prick home 
with one last burst of energy and held it there as the tool dribbled out its 
last droplets of hot sperm. 

Linda's long, quivering climax gave added impetus to the action of her lips 
and tongue. She sucked Sky with a wild, orgiastic abandon but could not 
persuade his balls to give up the load of semen they contained. He jacked 
himself off in an effort to give her the feast she sought but neither of 
them could provide the final stroke needed to trigger his climactic burst. 
Finally he lifted himself off her with a muttered oath of regret and moved 
to one side. 

"Don't take it away!" Linda begged, reaching out blindly in an effort to 
regain the treasure that had been taken from her. "I'll make you come; I'll 
do something to make you shoot off! Just let me try it some more!" 

Sky obstinately refused to come near her again. Moon, however, showed no 
such reluctance. As soon as Lew had moved away from her rump, he replaced 
him, seating his own more generously proportioned prick in the cunt the 
black had prepared for him. Even before Lew's mighty blast of sperm had 
drained from her cunt, Moon shoved his own thick spike into the tender 
crevice and lunged forward in a brutal thrust. Over half his iron-hard rod 
disappeared into her cunt and she wailed piteously as her flesh was 
sundered. 

Already thoroughly lubricated by Lew's voluminous discharge of sperm, as 
well as by her own lusty excitement, Linda's cunt easily admitted the thick 
shaft that Moon drove home. Her flesh was tight but parted easily before his 
inexorable pressure. The tool probed deeper, nuzzling into the mouth of her 
cervix and spreading that tender trap in a way that brought guttural cries 
of savage joy to her lips. Even though she had just had a very satisfying 
orgasm, she felt another building up in her loins and began wriggling 
energetically in an effort to bring her body to another peak of sensual 
feeling. The constricted position in which she lay interfered with her free 
movement and she could not grind her clitoris against his body in the way 
she would have preferred. Nevertheless Moon's thrusting cock provided her 
with enough friction to reach a very high degree of arousal. 

He suddenly removed his cock from her cunt and scurried around to present 
the juicy rod to her lips. She took it eagerly; the mingled tastes of her 
own cunt, together with the acrid cream left by the men who had fucked her 
earlier were enough to bring her the rest of the way. As she mouthed and 
tongued the head of his prick, her cunt again collapsed in a series of 
thundering spasms. Moon finished the job, jacking himself off and holding 
his prick against her lips as his balls spurted forth a flood of scalding 
love cream. Linda swallowed it greedily; the sensation of having his prick 
in her mouth as it began to demonstrate the extent of his pleasure filled 
her with satisfaction. She caressed the flaring head with her tongue as it 
pumped out jet after jet of come. 

Terry had been fondling his large prick while the other men had had their 
fun with the tethered girl. He enjoyed the sight of her struggling against 
the ropes as they plundered her sexual resources and his cock had grown out 
until it resembled an inflated, overheated sword. Now that he was fully 
aroused, he fitted himself into the opening which Moon had vacated and 
filled her cunt once more with prick. After allowing the tool to remain 
there for a moment, he slowly pulled it out and then redirected it at the 
tinier opening just to the rear. 

Linda tensed her buttocks when she felt the prick nudge at her asshole. Even 
though she was still in the final stages of her climax, she was aware of 
what was going on and she knew that she would soon be sodomized. Forcing 
herself to relax, she gave herself over to the most unnatural of acts. Terry 
forced his prick into the puckered brown ring guarding the entrance to her 
bowel, dilating the flesh and making it a perfect oval. His prick sliced 
into her like a knife into warm butter. 

"Oohh! You're tearing my ass apart!" Linda gulped, able to speak once she 
had dropped Moon's prick from her mouth and swallowed the last drop of his 
sperm. "God, you're ripping me in two!" 

She exaggerated the extent of her dilation, of course, but Terry's cock was 
indeed stretching her anus almost to the limit. The taut ring of her anal 
sphincter clutched him tightly, giving him an additional fillip of pleasure. 
He carefully adjusted the depth of his prick so that her anal opening 
gripped his cock exactly at the place where the head joined the shaft, the 
most sensitive portion of the entire tool. Once he had secured this hold, he 
began weaving his hips around in ever-increasing circles. Linda's asshole 
thus worked an exciting magic upon the tenderest part of his cock, a fact 
substantiated by the grunts of savage pleasure Terry began to admit. 

"Huh! Agghh!" he sputtered, watching her breasts jiggle enticingly as his 
prick stimulated her anal surfaces. "Just lay there and take it, baby; 
daddy's gonna fuck your little asshole outta sight! Ugghh! That was a good 
one! Don't worry, kid; I'll drive the meat home when I feel my nuts start 
shooting come!" 

He was as good as his word. After stimulating himself for several minutes in 
this unusual but effective fashion, he snapped out an oath and then lunged 
forward. His meaty spear surged deep into the girl's ass, spreading her 
flesh again in a way that brought cries of anguished pain to her throat, 
then he forced himself even deeper. Thoroughly encased in her anus, he held 
himself in place as his prick began leaping madly and pumping steadily. 
Again and again the jets of come squirted out, drenching the tender tunnel 
with hot cream. Linda whooped with joy when she felt his come spray her 
inner body. Even though she could not join him in the climax she quivered 
lustily as his prick drained itself of every particle of lusty excitement. 

Willie and Sky had remained docile during most of this action. Sky had 
walked away from the girl in disgust after he had failed to deliver the 
climax he desired; Willie scorned the bondage approach and appeared to have 
no interest in the proceedings. Once Terry had thoroughly fucked Linda's ass 
and had drained himself of his lust, Willie came over to her and untied her 
hands and feet. She rolled onto her back, still dazed by the violence of her 
last orgasm. She was not so dazed, however, that she was unaware of the 
menacing length of his aroused cock. 

"How'd you like to get screwed between the titties?" he asked, dropping down 
onto her torso and kneeling over her so that his prick lay in the ivory 
valley between her lusciously shaped mounds. "You can squeeze 'em together 
around my dick and I'll fuck back and forth till I shoot out a big stream of 
come right in your face!" 

Linda closed her eyes for a moment. The vision of such a thing happening to 
her was at once repulsive and attractive. She couldn't make up her mind 
which sentiment dominated, though she realized that she would have to do 
whatever he said. 

"Go ahead if that's the way you want it," she whispered, trying to put on a 
brave face and determined to make the best of it. "I've never done it that 
way but I'm willing to try." 

"While you're tit-fucking him," Sky added, "I'll let my cock graze around 
inside your pussy. You can't ever tell; getting it from two guys might make 
it a lot better all around!" 

Linda bunched up her breasts, squeezing them in her hands and enclosing 
Willie's generously proportioned cock in a grip few men had ever known. At 
first she felt little excitement in performing this unusual act. After a few 
minutes, however, when he had worked his cock back and forth between those 
lush mounds and she had seen the head of the tool come spearing out of her 
own flesh, she began to find it much more exciting. Sky's prick, now boring 
into the inner portions of her cunt, helped; he seemed content to allow his 
rod to remain quiescent in her cunt-al grip. She flexed her abdominal 
muscles, making her cunt wince and grab at the prick it enclosed; the 
exercise excited her and she began repeating it. 

"Can't you stick it out a little farther?" she asked, suddenly perceiving 
another way in which she could add to her pleasure. "Shove it closer and 
I'll suck the head while you fuck!" 

"I figured you'd be up for that," Willie said with a short laugh. "Okay, 
baby, I'll let you go down on me if you want to!" 

He began lunging forward with more force. Linda stretched her head up and 
was barely able to plant a wet, clinging kiss on the head of his cock 
whenever it reached the apex of his stroke. She lost oral contact with the 
lividly inflamed tool when he drew back to make another lunge through her 
breasts but the deprivation fired her lusts all the more. Her fingers began 
kneading her tender, swollen nipples, giving additional stimulation to her 
overheated nervous system; her lips formed obscene oaths as she whimpered 
and begged for more of the wonderful man tool. 

Sky set them off into another orbit of orgasmic delight. Feeling his balls 
begin to twitch, he pulled his prick from Linda's cunt and finished the job 
with his hand. He aimed the steady flow of scalding cream directly onto the 
lips of her pussy, flooding the golden-brown hair with his thick sperm. 
Linda's pussy responded magnificently and Willie, seeing that the girl was 
climaxing, released his self-control and allowed his cock to begin spurting 
too. His come washed over the girl's face, squirted into her eyes and hair, 
dribbled down over her cheeks and even shot into her mouth. She shuddered 
deliriously as the hot, sticky fluid cascaded out of his prick. When the men 
finally ceased to enjoy the remaining flickers of feeling, they climbed off 
and sat aside. 

Linda ran her tongue out of her mouth in an attempt to secure more of the 
deliriously salty cream from Willie's prick. She reached down toward her 
pussy with a slow, deliberate motion and began kneading her sex flesh, 
rubbing the cream into her skin and distributing it over every portion of 
her slit. As she lay there and quietly rubbed Sky's semen into her pussy, 
she had a vision. She could see the days stretching out before her in an 
endless procession until they disappeared into the far horizon. Each day 
took the form of a gigantic prick, fully erect and scarlet with lusty heat. 

All those wonderful cocks! she thought to herself, already warming again and 
feeling her cunt begin sending out tender messages of lustful need. All 
those beautiful, lovely, hard pricks and they're all mine! 


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