BSS-602 The Blackmailed Wife
by Peter Jensen


Chapter 1

The brilliant California morning sun streamed in through the large open 
window. A slight, cooling breeze was blowing outside, rustling the rose 
bush that sprouted up over the hill. Its leaves cast small, dancing 
shadows against the far wall of the room.

Ann Morrow turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the 
brightness that played over her face. Her long, satiny blonde hair 
cascaded over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head that lay 
heavily back against it. A thin sheet shielded her body from the breeze 
that blew gently in from the open window.

She had the body of a lush young Venus which an invisible observer 
hovering over the bed, could have traced in detail through the clinging 
sheet. It barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose 
rose-tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet 
tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a 
flat, smooth stomach and long full-swelling thighs; breath-taking 
curved calves tapered down to thin, well formed ankles. It was a body 
that would attract admiring attention from the most discriminating men-
-and envy from women.

The honey-blonde hair on the pillow framed a heart-shaped face that 
would cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her hazel eyes 
were set slightly apart, she had a dainty, almost classical Greek nose, 
a full ripe mouth with the lower lip protruding slightly in an almost 
perpetual little-girl pout, a round dimpled chin, and a soft slightly 
tanned ivory complexion.

But her eyes were perceptibly puffed around the lids and tiny lines had 
begun to thread out from the outer corners reaching toward the temples. 
The thick, pancake makeup, to cover these tell-tale signs of premature 
wear, was smeared and had rubbed off on the pillow during the night. 
Her hazel eyes blinked painfully at the sunlight. She had a bad 
hangover.

A bell was ringing in the distance, reverberating down the hallway from 
the living room. It had awakened her, but in her heavy stupor, it 
seemed to be a great distance away and not part of reality at all. 
Suddenly she realized it was the doorbell and after several moments of 
waiting and hoping whoever it was would go away, she resignedly arose, 
threw on a robe carelessly, forgetting to tie the belt, and walked down 
the hallway to open the door.

"Express telegram for you, Mrs. Morrow," a smiling Western Union boy 
said, with a slight smirk at her condition.

His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the 
cleavage between her full breasts under the thin nglige.

Ann drew her robe around her tighter, grabbed the envelope, and closed 
the door abruptly without a word or even tipping the boy. But the bell 
immediately began to ring again.

Oh, damn, she thought, I forgot to sign for it! She opened the door 
again and the boy arrogantly pushed his book at her. He held out his 
pencil and when Ann reached for it, flicked it slightly with his thumb 
so that it flipped down the front of her robe and lodged between her 
breasts.

"Get it for ya, Mrs. Morrow," he said cockily.

"You get out of her, you little beast!" she scolded, "or I'm going to 
report you to your company!" She slammed the door shut, not bothering 
to return the pencil, which had fallen to the floor.

Ann slumped down on the couch and held her head in her hands. My God, 
she thought, have I gone so far down that a delivery boy doesn't even 
respect me in my own home? Recently the remarks and looks she got were 
not just innocent flirtations, they were outright lewd offers to go to 
bed. She had been almost manhandled in the street several times in the 
last week. Had she really come to look that easy? Too much was being 
demanded of her and she had vowed she was going to see Julia and put a 
stop to it.

She suddenly remembered the cable she had wadded up in her hand. She 
opened it and read it slowly. 

"War's over for me darling I'll be home in ten days--can't wait to get 
at my neglected wife! 

Love, Dave" 

Ann's eyes were welling with tears. This was what she had been waiting 
and praying for, so long. He had been gone over a year now, flying in 
Vietnam and each day had been a new dread that she would receive notice 
from the Department of the Navy that he was a casualty. She had not 
even been able to read the newspapers because there was always news 
about the number of planes shot down.

"Oh, thank God, he's safe and coming home!" she kept mumbling over and 
over to herself between sobs, "thank God!"

This would end all of her problems. She would be free of Julia and 
could become her old self again. She knew she could never recover the 
self-respect she had lost but she would be a good wife to Dave and they 
could have their children now as they had planned before he left. She 
would try so hard, she would love him almost to death. He would like 
that--he wrote about it all the time in his letter what their life 
would be like when his tour of duty was over and he was out of the 
Navy. Now it was all coming true, Julia had promised to return those 
awful pictures of her as soon as she knew Dave was coming home. This 
would release her hold on her and she would be free.

She felt like calling Julia right this minute and telling her but it 
was only nine o'clock in the morning and she knew Julia would be angry 
with her for waking her. Ann hummed all the way through her shower, and 
stood nude in front of the mirror to admire her voluptuous body. She 
placed her palms under her full, well rounded breasts and lifted them 
slightly until they stood out in full bloom. She held the nipples 
between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them gently into erection. 
It was exciting to know that soon Dave would possess these again and 
that his love would wash from her the degradations she had been forced 
to submit to in the last few months. The very thought of Dave's love 
excited her and her hands moved down from her breasts to her smooth 
stomach, through the soft golden down at the vee and across her full, 
well rounded thighs.

She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself this way and she could notice 
in the mirror that some color had returned to her cheeks already. She 
knew it would be good for her to get Dave back. If just the thought of 
him coming home did this to her, his real arrival should be absolute 
heaven.

She shuddered from the movements of her hands across her body and 
forced herself suddenly to stop the warm stroking. I must save all my 
feelings for Dave now, she thought happily to herself.

She toweled herself dry and went to the closet to choose her dress for 
the day. After rummaging through several, she chose one of the new 
orange color. It was the latest mini-thing and she had just bought it 
only a few days before. It made no pretense of hiding her charms and 
she almost thought it too daring, but she remembered that Dave had 
always told her not to be ashamed of the gifts that God had given her.

"Just don't show too much of it to these lechers around here while I'm 
gone," he had added jokingly, "they'll eat you alive in this Navy 
town."

She had intended to save it for his first day home but felt so gay 
today that she convinced herself it needed breaking in. She left off 
most of the make-up she had been resorting to lately to hide the 
results of her late evening dissipations with Julia and her crowd. It 
seemed that just the news of Dave's coming had taken away the puffiness 
from her eyes, her facial lines had softened--and her youthful 
freshness had returned.

Later, on her way to the market, she noticed the looks she was getting. 
They had changed to reverent admiration. She could always tell when a 
man felt something was unattainable. The spring in her walk helped, 
they knew when a woman was confident of herself, and they could tell 
when she belonged to someone else.

"Good morning, Mrs. Morrow," Pete, the grocer said beaming. "My, don't 
we look pretty and fresh today."

"Thank you Pete," Ann blushed slightly. It had been a long time since 
he had complimented her.

"It's a mighty fine day," he said, "and maybe a little tiny bit of 
special too," he added with a twinkle. "Seems I detect a little rainbow 
curving over your head."

"Seems you're right, Pete," she answered. "You seem to read me, pardon 
the old expression, like a book. Are you psychic by any chance?"

"Naw, nuthin' like that, Mrs. Morrow, just been in this Navy town a 
long time and can spot your disease a mile away. A look like that can 
only mean two things, either HCH or PFT."

"HCH or PFT! What on earth can those be?" Ann laughed.

"Hubby comin' home, or pregnant first time," Pete quipped 
philosophically, "and I know yours can't be PFT, Dave's been away too 
long."

"Why you're marvelous, Pete!" Ann clapped her hands together in 
surprised amusement. "I just received his cable this morning. He'll be 
here in ten more days. I just can't believe it," she said excitedly, 
glad to have someone else share in her happiness.

"I'm glad Mrs. Morrow! He's a mighty fine boy! I don't think I've ever 
seen two people so happy together as you two were before he left. My 
wife used to say she had never seen two people so made for each other. 
She'll be happy to hear he's made it through. I sometimes think she 
worries as much as the wives do."

* * *

"What's all this laughin' I hear out here?" A small, round-faced Irish 
woman of about fifty-five was coming out of the back of the store.

"Hello, Mrs. Leary," Ann said shyly. She had been trying to avoid Mrs. 
Leary who could sometimes be too blunt. Ann could sense she knew 
something was wrong.

"Well, hello, Ann," Mrs. Leary said. "We haven't seen you for awhile. 
Where have you been, child?"

"Well," Ann stuttered, not knowing really what excuse to use, "I--I 
haven't been feeling too well."

"Poppycock," the old woman snorted, "you've been drinking too much of 
that rotten whiskey. That's what's wrong. I've seen it happen a 
thousand times in this town. Husband goes away to sea and the wife gets 
to frettin' about his not coming home and the next thing you know--
she's on the bottle. Happens to all the women."

"Now, Mary, you just stop that," Pete cut in. "Let the poor girl 
alone!"

"You don't tell me to shut up, Peter Leary," the old woman snapped at 
him. "I ain't sayin' anything Ann don't know--she's like a daughter to 
me they all are here--besides, I heard you say Dave was comin' home--
she'll be alright now."

Mrs. Leary came over and put her arm warmly around Ann, who seemed on 
the verge of tears.

"Don't you take what I'm sayin' to heart, child. It's just the truth 
and what I mean is, don't feel bad about it now. It happens to all of 
us--Lord, I know!--Pete was in the Navy for thirty years before we 
opened this store. He would have stayed in forty if I hadn't made him 
leave. I was downright alcoholic when he was away but when he came 
home, everything was fine. It's those that don't snap out of it and 
feel guilty when their man comes home that I worry about. The way you 
look today tells me you'll make it. Don't be ashamed of a few drinks 
you had when he was gone, honey, that's what it takes sometimes to keep 
a woman whose worryin' about her man from becoming a bloomin' maniac."

"Thank you, Mrs. Leary," was all Ann could say. "I guess you know what 
I've been through."

"Of course I do, honey!" the old woman said softly. "When your man gets 
home just act like nothing happened and take up just where you left 
off."

Ann pondered these thoughts on the way home and decided Mrs. Leary was 
right. Ann hadn't changed in her love for Dave and she was still the 
same person but it wasn't as simple as Mr. Leary thought--not just a 
case of giving up drinking. It was breaking with Julia and her crowd. 
She would call as soon as she got home and tell her about Dave's coming 
home and make her keep her promise to give Ann those pictures to 
destroy.

It had all seemed so simple this morning. Julia had promised faithfully 
she would give Ann the pictures if Ann helped her while Dave was gone. 
But, then, Julia had promised before, and had always had some excuse to 
delay it. But this time she simply had to give them back. Ann vowed she 
would make her live up to her promise this time--she had to ... she 
just had to ...


Chapter 2

Ann listened dejectedly to the ringing on the other end of the line. It 
had been ringing for about ten minutes this time. It was the fifth time 
she had tried to call since arriving home four or five hours ago. It 
was nearly dark outside and Julia still didn't answer. The longer she 
waited, the more worried Ann became.

She went to the kitchen cabinet and reluctantly got down a three-
quarter full bottle of Scotch. She had promised herself this morning 
that there would be no more of this--but she was so nervous now from 
the waiting that she just had to have something to soothe her frayed 
nerves. She poured half a glass, put the bottle back up in the shelf 
and returned to the living room.

Though it was now dark outside, she didn't bother to turn on the light. 
The streetlight in front of the house gave her enough light to move 
around in without falling over the furniture. Somehow, she didn't feel 
like facing the brightness just this moment. She had to come to an 
understanding with Julia on the phone before she wanted to see anything 
again. She picked up the phone by the couch and dialed again--she had 
done this so often, she could do it in the dark without a mistake. She 
let it ring for what seemed an almost eternity--no answer.

Damn it, she muttered under her breath as she took a long drink from 
the straight Scotch in her glass and felt the soothing warm liquid hit 
bottom. She had eaten nothing all day and the impact was immediate.

The warmth crept through her body, causing a slight tingling sensation 
to ripple across her skin--she raised the glass again and finished it. 
It felt good--she could see the smoke in the dim light from her 
cigarette curling slowly up to the ceiling--it was funny to watch--
almost seemed to have a purpose--it knew where it was going for a 
moment--up--and then it seemed to waver and diffuse into funny little 
wisps in all directions--finally disappearing into nothingness. She 
giggled from the alcohol. I might just disappear into nothingness, she 
thought.

She returned to the kitchen and filled her glass again. And after 
reaching up to put the bottle back she changed her mind, carried it 
with her back to the living room and placed it on the coffee table in 
front of her.

She started to call Julia again but decided against it for awhile. It 
had only been a few minutes since the last attempt. She drained another 
glass of Scotch instead and then leaned back on the couch, lighting 
another cigarette. The alcohol had a soothing effect on her.

It was rather warm and she opened the housecoat she was wearing to 
expose her body to the slight breeze that came in through the open 
window. She could see its contours stretching down in front of her. It 
was beautiful, she had to admit. The rounded peaks of her firm breasts 
stood up defiantly and she could look through the canyon between them 
down to the soft golden triangle that proved she was really a natural 
blonde. She was proud of it--and yet, she mused, it was the reason for 
all of her troubles now. If she had just been a plain-Jane none of the 
sordid things that had been forced on her in the last few months would 
ever have occurred. On the other hand, she probably would never have 
gotten Dave either--if she hadn't been beautiful she thought as she 
took another drink of the stinging liquor

She wondered if there couldn't be a middle-ground somewhere--something 
in between--that must be where real happiness lies.

So many of her almost, but not quite plain, girl friends from school 
were settled down and happily married with children. They would never 
be bothered by the curse of being wanted just for their striking 
beauty, they had to give something else to attract--something that came 
from within them. How she wished that had been true for her--but it 
would be now, she vowed. The hazy effect the liquor was producing 
seemed to simplify things. She pondered the plus points of having a 
beauty like this ...

* * *

She had been elected campus queen of her high school when she was 
eighteen. Of course, she had been chased by all the young cocky males 
in her class but they had all seemed so immature and had not really 
appealed to her. Nevertheless, she had gone out with several of them 
and had engaged in the usual back seat petting with some who appealed 
to her a little more than the others.

She had even on occasions let them brush their hands over her full ripe 
breasts, but despite their pleadings she had never let it go farther. 
It had aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had 
always overcome this by strict concentration on the moral values her 
mother had drilled into her.

Her mother was extremely religious and had made Ann attend church with 
her without fail each Sunday when most of her other friends had been 
running off to the beach on picnics. Her mother also gave persistent 
warnings on the evils of petting and had instilled into her the idea 
that a girl should at all costs save herself for her wedding night. Ann 
had accepted this and deported herself accordingly.

She had met Dave at the Rose Bowl ceremonies in Pasadena. He had been a 
junior at UCLA and in charge of arranging the float processions for the 
Rose Parade. As delegate of her school, she was to be assigned to one 
of them. He had given her one of the best positions on the most 
beautiful float in the procession. He had called her several weeks 
later for a date and they had gone to his annual fraternity dance at 
the University. She had caused quite a stir among his fraternity 
brothers and more than one had tried to get her off into the corner and 
get her phone number or a quick kiss. She had detected also the envious 
looks she had received from the other girls.

Dave had been considered to be one of the best catches on campus. He 
was tall and handsome and very wealthy. His grandfather had left him a 
trust estate of several million dollars which he would get on his 
thirtieth birthday. He had done this, according to the will, in order 
that his grandson would learn to support himself before being spoiled 
by the money. He was a wise old man and Dave had admired him very much. 
Ann had learned all of this long after she had fallen in love with Dave 
so it had not even been a factor in their relationship.

She had never gone all the way with him during their courtship, but 
several times it had been close. On more than one occasion, it had been 
all she could do to hold herself back.

Often, in compromise, she had let him reach under her sweater, unfasten 
her bra, and massage her exposed breasts while they were petting in the 
back seat of his car. Once they had gone to one of the fraternity 
dances and she drank too much. Afterwards, when they were parked at the 
beach and he had massaged her breasts into maddening hardness with his 
fingers, he had taken one of the nipples in his mouth. The gentle 
playing of his tongue around it had driven her to near madness and she 
had hardly noticed when his hand had slipped under her skirt and begun 
caressing be tween her creamy white thighs.

"No Dave, No!" she had gasped, sensing that she might not be able to 
hold him back this time.

But his hands had kept on stroking her, roving the full length of her 
body, over her flat white stomach and on down to the nylon covered 
softness of her pubic hair. He stroked her there slowly, insinuating 
his middle finger under her soft nylon panties into the moist virginal 
split of her vagina. It started a tingling sensation that she had never 
known before and she squirmed around on the car seat beneath his hand. 
Their heavy breathing in the car fogged the windows.

"Dave, not now, darling, not now," she had gasped into his ear.

He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the metallic sound of 
his zipper opening--and suddenly--a blunt fleshy pressure against the 
top of her thigh. It was his prick! She had never felt one before and 
the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange touch.

She had been ready to pull away when suddenly his finger between her 
legs had probed into her wet vagina. It had sent an electric shock of 
rippling pleasure up through her that froze her to the seat. She could 
not move for the moment as the pleasure raced around inside her and he 
had taken this to mean she had succumbed.

He moved her hand over his cock and with his own fingers wrapped hers 
around it. She clenched them tight, hearing his answering groan of 
pleasure through her own gasping breath. She had never expected it 
would be so enormous. It seemed her fingers could barely go around it. 
Without thinking, she began to massage the thick outer skin back and 
forth up and down the hard shaft. Nothing else in the world had ever 
felt so good or so complete. He was digging his single finger deep into 
her cunt that was wet from the juices excitedly seeping from its lips. 
It was stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen and she was 
afraid it would split and end her virginity on the spot but there was 
nothing she could do about it. The thrills he was giving her were 
racing too wildly through her to resist and she relaxed her inner 
thighs to give him greater access to her and at the same time increased 
the speed of her own strokings. With each gentle push she could feel 
Dave's prick jerking into greater hardness though a moment ago she 
would hot have dreamed that possible.

He had suddenly tried to roll over on top of her and, at the last 
minute she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping is 
rockhard penis between them. Dave had struggled like a madman to lift 
it up and get the tip into the opening of her wet, throbbing vagina but 
she knew she must wait even though she wanted it as badly as he did. 
She struggled with all her strength against him and inadvertently her 
grip tightened around his straining cock. Just as he had forced the 
head under the legband of her panties, and the throbbing nose was 
poised between the splayed open lips of her cunt, she felt it begin to 
jerk out of control. Dave gasped and she felt a hot, thick stream of 
liquid spurt from it, until her pubic hair was drenched with the warm, 
sticky sperm. It covered the insides of her thighs wetly and dripped 
down between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her buttocks.

Dave emitted a final groan and collapsed over her body. He was mumbling 
abject apologies into her ear for his failure, seemingly unaware that 
she had resisted. He must have thought he had let her down. She stroked 
the back of his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love 
while he continued gasping for several long minutes. Finally, he had 
sat up on the seat, helping her to rise beside him. He had held her 
hand silently for a few moments and then fixed his clothes, acting 
sheepish.

She had scolded him afterwards when she was smoothing down her skirt 
and had made him promise never to do that again--she reminded him that 
she was just flesh and blood also and that it was just as much his 
responsibility as hers to not let themselves go too far before they 
were married. He had apologized and had never made any real attempt on 
her virginity after that.

Upon graduation from UCLA, he had gone to Pensacola to take his flight 
training and afterwards, they were married. It had been a wonderful 
wedding night and she felt a complete woman to be able to give herself 
freely to him. He had been an accomplished lover and Ann had suspected 
that he had not come to their marital bed as pure as she, but it didn't 
really matter as long as he was faithful after they were married. 
Besides, it was a man's place to teach the woman in the arts of love 
and how else could he learn? She had heard the boys laughing sometimes 
together in the fraternity house about their trips over the border to 
Tijuana on holidays and suspected that this was where they were all 
gaining their experience.

They had moved to San Diego to set up house-keeping after Dave had 
received his orders stationing him there and had joined the social life 
with all the other officers and wives. The Friday night dances at the 
officer's club was about the extent of their going out other than 
bridge games at friends' houses and they settled down into the routine 
of married life. It had been wonderful and Ann had never been happier 
any time in her life.

Dave had proven to be the perfect husband in almost everyway. There 
were rumors about most of the other couples on the base but Ann and 
Dave had been able to stay aloof from this. It would have been 
difficult to even fabricate gossip about these two devoted young 
lovers. Ann remembered Mrs. Leary saying once they certainly typified 
her vision of what the Adam and Eve relationship must have been. That 
was before the serpent entered the garden, Ann thought, bitterly, and 
sipped more of her glass of Scotch.

* * *

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. How long had 
she been lying here thinking? She swung her legs over the edge of the 
couch and reached for the phone on the table next to it. She could feel 
the Scotch now and almost knocked over the lamp trying to turn on the 
light. She finally reached it and flooded the room with brightness. She 
looked at the clock on the mantle as she picked up the phone. It was 
almost midnight, she had been lying here for over five hours.

"Hello?" she said into the phone.

"Hello, Ann," a familiar feminine voice answered at the other end, 
"this is Julia."

Ann's heart skipped a beat and she said quickly, "Oh, Julia, I've been 
trying to reach you all day, I have the most wonderful news ..."

"Yes, you sound like you've been celebrating, how much have you had to 
drink?"

"Not much," Ann answered guiltily, "I've just had a few shots while 
I've been lying here thinking."

"Well, don't think too much," Julia told her, "I called to remind you 
about the party out at Max's house tomorrow night."

"That's why I was trying to call you," Ann answered quickly, "I can't 
go, I got a cable from Dave this morning and he's coming home in ten 
days." She paused for a moment and then said, almost pleading, 
"Remember what you promised when he came home?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the line Ann held her breath 
silently praying. Those pictures could destroy hers and Dave's 
happiness, for the rest of their lives.

Finally Julia spoke, "Now, dear, he won't be home for ten days, we can 
talk about it tomorrow night at the party."

"Oh, please, Julia, please," Ann pleaded, "I can't go again! Not just 
before Dave comes home. I just can't!"

"Nonsense, dear, it won't hurt, what does one more time matter? He'll 
never know. Remember, I've always told you that what they don't know 
doesn't hurt them."

"I know what you said," Ann replied, "but I just can't do it to him, 
I've done too much already. Please--please, Julia. You promised."

"That's enough, Ann," the voice became harsh on the other end of the 
line. "I told you we would discuss it tomorrow night after the party--
you wouldn't want those pictures to be waiting for Dave at the base 
when he returns, would you? Particularly not the one of you and that 
fat Mexican. You remember that one, don't you, my dear?" There a 
mocking tone to Julia's voice now.

"Julia, please, please!" Ann was whimpering into the phone and tears 
were streaming down her cheeks. "I'll do anything you say, just please, 
please give me those awful pictures before Dave comes home."

"See you tomorrow night, dear, and then we can make some arrangement. 
Don't you be all messy from crying, either. We have some important 
people down from Hollywood and Max wants to impress them--he's counting 
on you and if you're nice to his friends you may get them back."

There was a click at the other end of the line. Julia had hung up. Ann 
sobbed softly into the dead line for several minutes before she dropped 
the phone back into its cradle.

She fell limply back on the couch, reached for the half-full glass of 
Scotch and drained it straight down. Droplets ran loosely down the edge 
of her mouth. The burning sensation dulled her senses and she poured 
herself another ... and later another ... trying to forget she would 
have to go tomorrow night for Dave's sake if nothing else.

She couldn't bear for him to know the depths to which she had sunk and 
the degradation she had been forced to endure while he was gone. It 
would destroy his love for her.

She poured the last of the Scotch, drained her glass and slumped over 
on the couch. Her loose robe fell open to expose the lush, ripe beauty 
that was the cause of all her troubles. Unconsciousness swept over her, 
blocking out the horrible memories. But, it was not long until the 
dreams came--dreams she had endured for what seemed an eternity and yet 
had been only a few short months ... even in her sleep she suffered 
from the curse of beauty ...


Chapter 3

"Oooohhh, not so deep, Max, not so deep!" the slim, well built woman 
moaned from the thick rug in the center of the floor.

"You'll become accustomed to its my dear," the fat, insipid-looking man 
sitting in the chair above her gloated, "I remember a few months back 
when you could only take half this much."

He leered down at her spread-eagled form with a sadistic light in his 
eyes. This was the way he liked his women, lying at his feet, 
completely under his domination. She was doing well, this one, and she 
enjoyed it almost as he did, though of course the favors he heaped upon 
her such as a luxury apartment, sports car, and whatever else within 
reason that she might want, did help to keep her under his control.

He flicked the long pole slightly harder sinking the large rubber 
phallus on the end of it half an inch deeper into her wide-open cunt, 
bringing another low moan from her lips. His beady, searching eyes 
studied the expression, half pleasure, half pain, on her face and 
traveled down the length of her slim, ripe body to her upturned crotch 
that was presented to his view so beautifully.

She was holding both legs back with her straining hands, her knees 
pressed tightly back into her firm, rounded beasts. He could see the 
moist, red flesh of the lips of her vagina clasping tightly around the 
huge rubber cudgel he had buried deep up inside her. It was at least 
two inches in diameter and stretched the hair-lined slit wide until the 
tiny, rosy bud of her clitoris could be seen clearly, glistening and 
standing out just above where the instrument was skewered into her 
cunt.

It was a sight he relished, seeing this woman take such a monstrous 
cock inside her. He had brought her along slowly, stretching it a 
little each day until now she could take the largest size he had in his 
collection. Perhaps, he gloated, he should have one made that was just 
a little larger. He could really subjugate and defile her with that. 
Ah, but that was for the future, the woman was ready now for the final 
drive to completion. He could tell by the way she raised her buttocks 
up when he withdrew the rod that she was near orgasm. He switched the 
vibratory button to the "on" position and the small electric motor 
attached to the handle whirred into life, moving the pole in short, 
quick jerks into her moist, throbbing orifice. She groaned wildly and 
thrashed her head from side to side on the rug as he continued the long 
hard strokes in and out, leaving it sunk all the way inside for a few 
seconds on the in-stroke so that she might feel the full of effect the 
pulsating vibrations deep in her quivering belly. Her body bucked 
beneath the mechanical lover as though it were on fire and he watched 
with undisguised glee as her firm, fleshy breasts jiggled and shook as 
they jerked into contact with her up-held knees. Her body quivered and 
shook as though some demon had entered and taken complete possession of 
it.

He leaned forward and down in the chair bringing his face close to the 
artificial cock that he was thrusting into her, watching with lewd 
delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the 
edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made.

"Harder, my dear?" he purred above her, playing upon her body as though 
it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings.

"Ooohhhh, yes, harder, fuck it harder," she groaned as she twisted and 
turned wildly on the rug, small rivulets of sweat rolling down from 
between her bouncing breasts.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck deeper?" he grinned evilly, his eyes 
locked greedily on the instrument cleaving into the parted hair of her 
throbbing vagina.

"Hell, no, you'll split it, you'll split it," she gasped painfully as 
he shoved forward again in spite of her pleas, leaving it sunk 
completely to the hilt inside her hot, lubricated passage. He turned 
the vibrator to full force and could see the full rounded cheeks of her 
ass quivering tantalizingly from the force of its motion.

She suddenly gave a low piteous moan and brought her hands down to hold 
the thick, vibrating rubber dildo hard into her belly, screwing her 
quivering ass up tight against the round hard rubber ring that kept it 
from going deeper. She opened her mouth wide and let out a low animal-
like gasp that signified her approaching orgasm. Max could see the 
cheeks of her ass begin a strong hard clenching against the invading 
dildo as though it were trying to nibble it away. Small gushes of her 
orgiastic fluid seeped out hotly around the edges of the vibrating 
penis in spite of its tightness and ran in glistening tiny streams down 
the wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. The tiny puckered anus 
clenched and unclenched below in the moistness of the crack in tempo 
with the grunts of her spending passion.

Max gloated, as he watched her body jerking to a halt from the final 
spasms of the orgasm she had just experienced. Her groans subsided 
slowly as he slowed the vibrator bit by bit to coincide with her 
completion. Finally he switched it off. She lay spread-eagled and 
still, the huge rubber cock still embedded deep in her wide-stretched 
cunt. Max, grinning in satisfaction from the spectacle he had just 
watched, slowly began working it out from between her legs. He pulled 
gently, concentrating his vision on the pink moist flesh working its 
way out around the edges with it, clasping to it as though it didn't 
want to let go. He gave a quick tug, and with a wet sucking noise it 
suddenly slipped out all the way. The woman groaned and rolled over on 
her side, one arm covering her eyes from the light.

"Julia, my dove, that was beautiful," Max cooed, reaching down to lift 
the still form from the floor.

"Ohhh, don't move me," Julia moaned. "One of these days you're going to 
kill me with one of those machines of yours."

"Ah, but you like them, I can tell." Max grinned lewdly, "Don't tell me 
you don't."

"Mmmmm," she groaned again, softly this time as she rose to one elbow 
on the rug. "I haven't seen a man yet that could keep up with them."

"My dear, you are perfect," Max laughed appreciatively. You'll never 
know how much you have brightened my dull existence this last year. You 
are by far the best secretary an executive could possibly have."

"I think I earn my money," Julia laughed with him pulling herself 
exhaustedly up off the floor to the standing position. "And speaking of 
that, I think I had better get dressed and get down to see that new 
young thing you've got on your mind these days. I want to make certain 
that trip to Mexico we fixed for her benefit doesn't peter out. It 
should save some of the wear and tear on me for awhile. That is, until 
you get tired of her."

"Ah, my dear, you know I could never do without you for very long. I 
like my little diversions but they tire too quickly. You're probably 
the only woman in the world who is as lusty as I am." He patted her on 
the ass playfully, pausing to jiggle the soft resilient flesh for a 
moment. "She is a tender young thing, though, and I don't need to tell 
you how important it is to me. I want to see her crawl after the way 
she's ignored me. She must be taught a lesson."

"I'd like to see the proud little bitch get screwed good, too. She even 
thinks she's too good to have a drink with me. I've been trying to set 
you up a long time but all she does is moon over that Navy husband of 
hers. That's what comes from too much love."

"Yes," Max agreed, lighting a long black cigar, "You have taken longer 
than usual with this one. I was beginning to think, my dear, that 
perhaps you were jealous and wanted to keep me to yourself."

"Oh, I do, I do," Julia kidded along with him, "but that mink coat 
you've offered as a reward for that little piece of tail appeals to me 
more."

"Well, don't fail me this time, my pet," Max urged, "I'm growing a bit 
inpatient."

"Don't worry, I've set things up in Tijuana so that even the virgin 
Mary herself couldn't get away. She'll get screwed all right, and 
screwed good." Julia, fully clothed now, brushed down her hair and 
started for the door.

"Good luck, my dear, I envy you getting to watch her breaking in. Don't 
let them bruise her up too much."

"I promise, my sweet," Julia blew a kiss back at him as she closed the 
door behind her and left the fat sweating man. "There'll be plenty left 
for you to play dilly-dally with."


Chapter 4

The powerful Jaguar sports car purred smoothly along the highway, going 
south out of San Diego. Ann Morrow relaxed back in the passenger seat 
and let her long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip 
stream of the car. She felt completely relaxed and at ease for the 
first time in six months.

She gazed over gratefully at Julia, the driver. She had been the one 
who had lifted this veil of self pity she had thrown around herself 
when Dave had left for fleet duty in Vietnam last January. This trip 
was going to be wonderful for her and Julia had convinced her she 
should forget everything and leave her troubles behind for the weekend.

"Let's pretend we're eighteen again," Julia had said just before they 
had left, "and we don't have an attachment in the world."

She had explained to Ann while they had several martinis in her 
sumptuous apartment overlooking the harbor at San Diego. "We've won 
this trip from the office for two, all expenses paid for three days to 
Tijuana and the bull fights, so let's make the most of it."

After the third martini Ann decided it might be fun. She needed some 
kind of diversion to keep from going mad.

Julia had warned her that they would have to watch themselves as there 
were some pretty unsavory characters down there who would like nothing 
better than to take advantage of a couple of good-looking and fancy-
free gringo girls, but if they were careful and watched their step they 
could have a good clean weekend of fun. Ann had thought it a wonderful 
idea and had agreed to try and not think about her loneliness. For the 
first time since Dave left, she was going to enjoy herself.

* * *

Ann had met Julia several months ago when she had taken a job as a 
secretary in one of the large department stores in San Diego to relieve 
the boredom while Dave was away. She had written to him about her plans 
and he had answered that he thought it was a good idea for her to keep 
herself busy. She had been expressing her depression to him too much 
lately in her letters and he had good-naturedly admonished her about 
this--saying he didn't want a worried looking old hag of twenty-two 
years old for a wife when he returned.

Julia was the first real friend she had made since her husband's 
departure. She was Mr. Schroeder's, the store owner's, private 
secretary and also had a husband who was away at sea. That gave them 
something in common right way.

Julia had invited her out for coffee the second day she was on the job 
and they had hit it off immediately, even though she was six or seven 
years older than Ann.

Julia was a little different in many respects and Ann recognized this, 
but at least, she was someone she could talk to and unburden her 
frustrations on. She hadn't seen much of Julia after office hours but 
had gone out with her several times in the evening for a quiet drink 
when she had been overly persistent. Ann had much rather go home and 
read a good book or compose her nightly letter to Dave which usually 
took up four or five pages. This alone took two or three hours.

She hoped he had the time to read them--though she sometimes wondered. 
His answers would ignore some of the most important points--and he 
hadn't been writing much lately, in fact, his last letter was over a 
month ago. This was beginning to hurt Ann and she sometimes had 
difficulty in sleeping at night-- wondering if he still cared as much 
for her. Her concern gradually turned to frustration and then to anger 
with him for neglecting her this way.

Perhaps, as Julia had suggested, she had just let him take her too much 
for granted--perhaps she should go out once in awhile and let off some 
steam--maybe it would teach him a lesson ...

Ann was not quite so certain that Julia was the devoted wife she made 
herself appear to be. Her husband was a Commander who was making a good 
income but this didn't seem to be able to satisfy the expensive tastes 
that Julia had.

Her apartment alone must have taken his entire salary per month, even 
without the minks, the sports car, and club memberships.

Ann wondered about these things but never really discussed them. Julia 
had mentioned once that her husband had inherited some money so this 
could be the answer. Ann couldn't quite put her finger on it but she 
knew that Julia wasn't worrying the way Ann herself did.

She also felt that Julia might be just a little jealous of her. She had 
caused quite a stir in the store when she had first gone to work and 
had taken away much of the attention that Julia was receiving from the 
male employees herself. She knew this hurt Julia as she throve on 
attention and was quite a beautiful girl.

Her figure was almost as perfect as Ann's and her face was a chiseled 
perfection that would have been the delight of a Greek sculptor. Her 
hair was a silky jet black and always in the latest hair-do.

Ann wondered sometimes how she found so much time to have it done when 
working as the owner's secretary. But somehow she did, and this was 
perhaps the thing that Ann admired most--her efficiency and self-
reliance.

Julia didn't seem to worry about Bob, her husband, as much as Ann did 
about Dave--and, seldom mentioned him. She took things as they came to 
her and she didn't appear to suffer as much as Ann or the other wives 
did.

Ann suspected that there was something between Julia and Max Schroeder, 
her boss. He was notorious for the parties he gave at his palatial 
estate and Julia often attended these. But Ann had nothing concrete, no 
reason to think Julia was going to bed with her boss.

Julia tried to get Ann to attend some of these parties, saying it would 
relieve her boredom and she owed it to herself not to be so tense and 
worried all the time. She also had tried to get Ann to go to Tijuana 
for the weekend with her several times but Ann had always managed to 
find some excuse--in reality, she had no interest in these things and 
for entertainment would have preferred a quiet movie. She had never 
really liked to drink, except for one or two daiquiris before dinner 
when Dave was home.

She had the feeling that Mr. Schroeder was interested in her and that 
might have been the reason Ann was hired. Many of the other Navy wives 
had tried to find jobs but said it was impossible. They had almost 
succeeded in convincing Ann not even to try.

She had gone to the Schroeder store and been interviewed by the woman 
personnel manager who had informed her that there were no job openings 
at present and probably would not be in the near future but would keep 
her application on file. Mr. Schroeder had walked in during the 
interview and Ann could see him take more than casual notice of her. 
Nothing was said at that time but several days later she received a 
call to come to work--and at a very good salary.

Since that time she had caught the boss watching her several times--she 
could detect in his looks more than just an appreciation of her beauty-
-it was an outright lewd appraisal. He had made many invitations but 
Ann had always coldly refused.

She shuddered just thinking about him and could not understand how 
Julia could stand to be close to him. He was short, bald, had a huge 
stomach and was always perspiring, even in the air-conditioned store, 
he always chewed a large, fat cigar between his heavy lips. He was 
absolutely repulsive to Ann. It was inconceivable to her that Julia was 
receiving money to live the way she did by going to bed with him.

This was one reason Ann had always refused the invitations to go to 
parties at Schroeder's estate. But Ann still trusted Julia implicitly 
and felt it was none of her business what Julia did.

She was so understanding and nice to talk with, that Ann couldn't help 
feeling Julia had a real interest in her welfare, that the invitation 
were really a good-natured attempt to get her out of the shell of self-
pity into which she had withdrawn. For this, Ann was grateful to her 
and had often explained that she didn't really need gay parties to keep 
her mind from Dave's absence, that her books and letters from him would 
keep up her spirits until he returned.

Julia had seemed to accept this explanation after a while, and did not 
bother her with further invitations, except for the occasional drinks 
they had together after work.

This time it was different, there had been a contest at the store for 
the best slogan to use during the spring sale. Every employee had been 
required to submit one. She had not thought much of hers, which she had 
turned in at the last minute, but somehow she and Julia had tied for 
first place and had each won a prize of an expense paid weekend to the 
bullfights in Tijuana.

She hadn't really wanted to go, but under the circumstances, it was 
difficult to find an excuse not to--besides, she felt she needed it 
now. Dave had been gone for six months and was flying missions over 
Hanoi and Ann was almost going out of her mind with worry.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Julia's voice, "Mexico coming 
up, border's right ahead."

"Wonderful, I can't wait!" Ann replied. She had been down only once 
before, with Dave before he left, and the girls had made reservations 
at the same hotel.

"Pull your skirt down," Julia suggested laughingly. "If the Mexican 
border guards see a knee they'll keep us here an hour checking 
everything in the car just so they can look."

Ann did as she was told and they passed through the customs station 
with just the usual quick questions, though she did notice the admiring 
look one of the young border guards cast in their direction. Looks of 
this kind she didn't mind. In fact, she appreciated them.

The scenery across the border changed immediately It had shocked her 
the first time she had seen it and it still did. The clean, neat 
buildings and houses of California changed to the decrepit and decaying 
buildings of old Mexico. Even those built within the last six months 
seemed to have a sense of shoddiness about them. They always looked the 
same way from the time they were built until they collapsed or were 
torn down.

The same smell was there too, that of burning meat in the streets from 
the vendors who cooked their hot tacos on the corners. Noise was 
everywhere--horns were blowing and people were screaming at each other 
for no apparent reason. Children were selling everything imaginable on 
the sidewalks, and running up to the car to thrust chewing gum, cashew 
nuts, and souvenirs right in their faces.

One boy not more than twelve, reached into the car and squeezed Ann's 
right breast tightly. She jumped in surprise and slapped at him but he 
ran off into the crowd, laughing.

"Did you see what that little--little--brat did?" she choked 
disbelievingly to Julia. "He ... he grabbed my breast!"

"Honey, you'll be lucky if that's all that gets grabbed in this town. 
You've got to watch them every minute and use all four of your hands 
for protective covering," Julia said, laughing it off.

"Well, it wasn't funny. I've never been so insulted in my life," Ann 
pouted, still unable to believe it had happened. "They had just better 
not try that again. Don't they have any respect for a woman at all?"

"Only when she's flat on her back on a bed, dear," Julia replied, "but 
we're big girls, we can take care of ourselves. Don't worry about it."

Ann was upset and furious all the way to the hotel and was relieved 
when they arrived. She felt safer now, away from the clanging noises 
and cries in the streets. It would give her a chance to adjust a little 
more slowly to this sudden change in tempo.

The hotel was beautiful, and immediately memories of Dave flooded her 
mind. If only he were here, she thought, everything would be perfect.

It was called the El Cortez and the architecture was typically Spanish, 
with low curved arches for doors and beautifully colored tiles on the 
walls and floors. Lush green plants in large ceramic pots in the lobby 
gave the place a tropical atmosphere.

They checked in and followed the bell-boy up to their suite. It was on 
the seventh floor, at the top of the hotel, and commanded a view from 
the terrace of the patio with a lovely Spanish tile swoons pool 
surrounded by palm trees. Colorful umbrellas were scattered about the 
edge of the pool, looking like giant mushrooms. Being in such plush 
surroundings made Ann feel more relaxed than she had in months. "Well, 
what do you think of the suite?" Julia asked.

"It's just gorgeous!" Ann answered looking around at the beautiful 
living room and terrace that had its own table and umbrella, "I can't 
believe its ours for the weekend!"

"Well it is," Julia quipped, "Would you have believed that slogan of 
yours would win you something like this?"

"Certainly not! I wouldn't even have entered one if it hadn't been 
required by Mr. Schroeder. I've never won anything before in my life."

"We each have a bedroom, too," Julia said, throwing open one door and 
showing Ann the interior of one beautiful room with a king-sized bed 
that looked as though it could hold ten people. "Which do you want?"

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Ann said gleefully, "but you choose, I just 
can't."

"All right," Julia said, "you take this one. They're both the same."

They had their bags put in their respective rooms and unpacked their 
things. Ann had been buying new and exciting lace bikini lingerie for 
the time when her husband would come home and decided to wear them this 
one time. She had wanted to make it a lovely weekend and thought these 
few concessions to her vanity wouldn't matter. No one else would see 
them, anyway. She stacked them neatly in her drawer, humming 
contentedly to herself.

She finished her unpacking and freshened up a bit. It wasn't a long 
drive from San Diego but with the top down it was pretty dusty and she 
had that traveler's grit feeling about her.

"Ready for some lunch?" Julia called from the living room.

"Yes, I'm famished," Ann answered, "I'll be right out."

The girls decided to eat on their own terrace and take a short siesta 
before the bullfight. The Toredo didn't start until five o'clock so 
this gave them plenty of time. The lunch was delicious and relaxed Ann 
so much that she dozed off as soon as she hit the bed. The excitement 
had really taken its toll of her. Her eyes fluttered shut as the sweet 
cloak of sleep enfolded her.


Chapter 5

The stands were completely jammed by the time Ann and Julia arrived at 
the bull ring. Fortunately they already had their tickets so didn't 
have to stand in the long lines outside the ticket booths.

The crush of the people in the long corridors was maddening. Ann held 
tightly to Julia's hand as they were jostled along the passageway.

Suddenly they emerged from the darkness into the stands and Ann gasped 
in surprise. She hadn't expected the colorful spectacle that suddenly 
burst upon them. Two Mexican bands were playing on each side of the 
arena and they were surrounded by the most colorful costumes she had 
ever seen.

This was a special Fiesta and all of Tijuana had turned out in typical 
old Spanish dress. The women wore lovely white and black lace mantillas 
draped over their shoulders. The crowd overflowed the stands with their 
multi-colored gaiety. The men wore the black, tight-fitting gaucho 
pants, short jackets, flat-brimmed Vaquero hats with small tassels 
dangling down from brims.

"Why, it's like another world!" Ann exclaimed to Julia. "I didn't 
imagine it would be quite so beautiful."

"This is one heritage the Spanish left the Mexicans that I'm really 
thankful for," Julia said. "Wait until the fight begins, then you'll 
really see something."

Their seats were on the shady side of the ring and in the first row 
below the Presidente's box.

"We can get a good look at the matadors here," Julia explained while 
they were getting settled. "They all have to come to the Presidente and 
request permission to kill the bull. They'll be right in front of us."

Ann didn't tell Julia, but she had read Hemingway's "Death in the 
Afternoon" last week when she had found they had won the contest. It 
was about the bullfights in Spain and had stimulated her interest in 
seeing one. She was just a bit nervous about how she would react to 
seeing an animal killed in cold blood but Hemingway had explained it in 
such poetic terms that she had succeeded in justifying it to herself. 
It certainly would not be more cruel than the methods used in the 
slaughter houses. From his descriptions she gathered that if they were 
really good bulls, the matador was in almost as much danger as the 
bull.

Ann was snapped back to the present by the sudden blast of trumpets. 
The noise from the crowd slowly subsided. The trumpet's piercing notes 
reverberating across the arena sent chills of anticipation running 
through Ann.

The gates on the other side of the ring swung open, and the opening 
procession began. The three matadors, dressed in their magnificent 
"Suits of Light," led the parade. They were followed by their 
assistants, who later would be stationed around the ring to draw the 
bull away in case the principal matador happened to be in trouble. The 
picadors followed behind. They rode horses that were padded on the side 
and in front and carried long spear-like poles that had short sharp 
points on the ends. These pics would later be stuck into the bull's 
shoulders to weaken him for the kill.

The bull fighter proceeded directly across the ring and stopped 
immediately in front of where Julia and Ann were sitting. From this 
position, the girls could get a good look at the beautiful suits the 
matadors were wearing.

The matadors bowed gracefully to the presidential box which was high up 
behind the girls on the top row of the stand.

Julia pointed out a slender, graceful-looking boy on the right side, 
saying he was Paco Camino, one of Spain's greatest fighters. He was 
dressed in a white silk costume with brilliant gold designs embroidered 
beautifully onto the material. Ann remembered reading that these suits 
cost at least five hundred dollars each. She could understand why, 
after getting a close look at them.

The matador in the center, Julia told her, was Curro Giron from 
Columbia. He was short and moved with a proud walk like a cocky bantam 
rooster. His suit was blue and had the same type of gold designs set 
into it as Paco Camino's. He looked older, though not by much.

The third fighter, Jos Rascon, according to the program, was one of 
the most handsome men Ann had ever seen. He was tall and moved with the 
grace of a ballet dancer. He was not as dark as some Mexicans but had a 
light bronze skin that made him appear like a well tanned and healthy 
Norteamericano. He had jet black hair smoothed back from a narrow 
forehead and a straight classical nose, that reminded her of old silent 
films she had seen of Rudolph Valentino. He was built in the classic 
style of bullfighters, with strong, broad shoulders that tapered down 
to thin graceful hips. It seemed to Ann that he hardly touched the sand 
of the bullring when he walked. He carried himself with a fatalistic 
pride, knowing he might die today but resigned to it if he must.

Ann caught an admiring glance from him as he bowed to the presidential 
box above. Their eyes had locked for just a moment, but she felt 
something stir in her that she hadn't felt since the first time Dave 
had kissed her. It was a delightful yet frightening feeling and she was 
ashamed that it could happen. She shook her head slightly and regained 
her composure.

How stupid, she thought of course I'm going to have feelings like that, 
every woman does, particularly when her husband has been away for six 
months and she has been accustomed to having him in bed with her every 
night. Some men just bring the feeling on, she mused, but decided she 
had better watch herself--temptation can be a difficult thing to fight 
sometimes. The opening ceremonies being over, the fight began.

Paco Camino had drawn the first bull and made some beautiful passes 
with his cape. The crowd was enthusiastic over seeing one of Spain's 
great matadors in action and shouted "Ole!" each time the bull made a 
pass.

Ann was glued to her seat with anxiety; she couldn't remember when 
anything had affected her so much emotionally. When he had taken 
several passes at the bull with his red cape, he turned and faced the 
Presidente and requested permission to pass the bull over to the new 
matador for the kill. This is when the alternativa ceremony is 
performed. Julia explained to her. An old established bullfighter takes 
his turn with the bull and then donates it to the new matador for the 
kill. The new matador then dedicates the bull to someone in the crowd.

Jos Rascon chose to dedicate his first bull he killed as a matador to 
Ann. He walked up to the barrero behind which she was sitting and 
bowed, then turned his back and threw his hat over his shoulder to her. 
She caught it. This is supposed to be good luck for him and, as it 
turned out, it was. He gave one of the best performances of the 
afternoon. The crowd shouted and applauded after the kill until the 
Presidente had awarded him two ears and a tail. This was the greatest 
honor that could be bestowed on a matador. Ann was proud. She could 
feel the whole crowd staring at her as Rascon was being carried around 
the ring on the shoulders of some enthusiastic fans who had jumped into 
the ring after he had made the most beautiful kill they had seen in 
years.

"You've made a hit, dear," Julia kidded Ann. "Just watch yourself and 
don't get caught outside the ring with one of these bull fighters, he 
might get your tail, too!"

"Oh, Julia!" Ann laughed, "I'm an old married woman--and a faithful one 
too--he wouldn't even look twice at me if he knew that."

"You don't know men, my dear girl," Julia replied. "With a body like 
yours he wouldn't care if you had six husbands!"

"Oh! Be quiet! You've got plenty to offer too, Mrs. Taylor, so you had 
better watch yourself and stop worrying about me."

Ann was warming up to Julia now and felt she could talk frankly. Julia 
seemed so worldly wise. Ann was sorry now that she hadn't been more 
friendly with Julia before--perhaps she wouldn't have been so lonely 
and Dave's not writing wouldn't have upset her so much.


Chapter 6

"Mmmmm," Ann smiled, "This Martini is heavenly. I'm glad you talked me 
into having one."

The two girls were sitting at the Patio Lounge out by the pool. The 
cool breeze blowing through the garden was refreshing after the hot, 
dusty afternoon in the Plaza de Toros. Ann felt absolutely in heaven. 
It had been a perfect day. She was ravenously hungry, which was a good 
indication of the elation she felt.

"Roberto mixes the best Martini this side of the border," Julia said.

"They're a bit stronger than Daiquiris, I must say," Ann said, 
grimacing in jest after a sip. "I think I might get to like them, they 
make my toes tingle," she giggled.

"Well, don't let them tingle too much just yet," Julia said suddenly, 
looking over behind Ann's shoulder. "I think we may have a heavy date 
for the evening."

Ann looked around at the two men who had just entered the lounge. They 
appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties and not too bad-
looking.

"Julia, you don't mean you're going to pick them up?" Ann said, shocked 
at the thought.

"Don't be silly, Ann," Julia chided. "I know one of them. We can get 
them to take us out to dinner and dancing. You know we don't dare go 
anywhere in this town alone at night."

"But we're both married women. We can't do that!" she protested, "what 
if we see someone we know?"

"Oh for heavens sakes, Ann, no one we know is down here," Julia 
admonished. "Pete's a nice guy I've known for years and the best 
protection we can have. Remember, we're here to see the sights and we 
can't sitting in this dead hotel."

Before Ann could protest further, Julia waved the two men over to the 
table.

"Well, hello Doll, what are you doing here?" the ruddy-faced man of 
about forty bubbled to Julia.

"Same as you, Pete, trying to relax for a weekend," Julia answered, 
smiling and extending her hand. "Sit down and join us."

"Sure thing, we'd love to," Pete said elated. "I'd like you to meet my 
friend Carlos. He handles my business here in Tijuana."

"How do you do, Carlos," Julia said and introduced Ann to them.

From a distance both had looked rather nice, but up closer, Ann had her 
doubts. The one Julia called Pete, appeared a type likely to be in some 
illegal business. Carlos was too good looking, in fact, almost 
perfectly so. He wore heavy cologne that didn't seem quite masculine to 
Ann. Something about him was not trustworthy though Ann couldn't spot 
it. She supposed if Julia knew them, it was all right. Ann thought 
she'd probably been seeing too many old gangster movies on television 
lately.

Carlos sat by Ann and his heavy cologne surrounded her--obviously he 
spoke little English which made her uneasy.

"Hey there buddy," Pete said, thickly, "I think you've hit the jackpot 
tonight. Where'd you come from honey?"

"Don't mind Pete," Julia broke in, "he's always popping off. You be 
easy on Ann, Pete, she's a lonely navy wife too, and it's hands off."

"I was just being friendly," Pete feigned mock indignation. "I wouldn't 
want to scare the little girl."

"Don't worry," Ann said bravely, not wanting to embarrass Julia with 
her innocence, "I've been around a bit."

Pete's remark irked her. She was tired of being treated as a babe in 
arms. She knew Julia was older and a great deal more experienced but 
this didn't justify what she was doing. She could take care of herself.

"Well, Carlos and I have been invited to a party tonight that is a 
party and no kids allowed. Are you chicks game?"

"Well, I'm for good, clean fun, but Ann likes to go to bed early," 
Julia chided.

Ann was infuriated at this. The third martini had gone to her head a 
bit. Julia was treating her like a three year old and she was sick of 
it.

"Why, I'd love to go," she said decisively. "We're here for a good time 
aren't we?"

Underneath, she felt perhaps she shouldn't have spoken so soon, but it 
was too late now. She had committed herself and couldn't back down.

"Okay, let's move it then, I'm hungry," Pete said. "We're late 
already."

They had a delicious dinner at a lovely Spanish restaurant outside 
Tijuana that served the most wonderful lobster Ann had ever tasted. 
More Martinis had preceded dinner, and then two bottles of Chablis with 
the meal that was delightful.

By the time the after-dinner coffee arrived with black Russians, Ann 
was feeling absolutely in heaven. It gave her a wicked and worldly 
feeling to be out with another man--even though it wasn't really a 
date. They were friends of Julia. Maybe she would even write Dave about 
it, she mused, it might make him jealous and write more often.

Pete turned out to be all right. He was funny and kept them laughing at 
his off-color jokes. Ann found herself blushing at some of them. She'd 
never heard such language in mixed company before, but laughed as hard 
as any to be a good sport.

Carlos was nice also. He danced divinely, though he held her a little 
tight and several times the slight pressure of his hand was where it 
shouldn't be--but this just added to the wickedness. She knew it 
couldn't go farther if she didn't let him get her into a compromising 
position.

If Dave didn't think enough of her to return her daily reminders of her 
love, then perhaps she deserved an innocent diversion like this. Julia 
had said the boys had always had a good time when they were fighting a 
war and not to think that Dave was lying around, moping on the carrier 
when they went into Hong Kong or Manila.

"Why, he's probably balling everything he can, like all the others do," 
Julia had teased.

Ann had scoffed at first, until the time began to grow between his 
writing, and she happened to remember his trips across the border 
before they were married. If he could be unfaithful while they were 
engaged, why not while they were married?

The suspicion had begun during the last several weeks. Well, she would 
have herself a time this weekend and worry about it again Monday 
morning back in San Diego.

"You girls are really going to get a treat tonight," Pete was saying as 
she returned to the conversation, "we're taking you out to the circus."

"To the circus!" Ann blurted in surprise. "Don't tell me they keep them 
open this late?"

The men burst into laughter and she blushed as she realized she had 
committed some kind of "faux pas" but didn't have an idea what it was. 
Julia looked amused but didn't laugh with them. "You boys leave Ann 
alone, I told you she was innocent and I don't think it's fair for you 
to make fun of her."

"Haven't you ever seen a strip show, honey?" Pete asked, laughing under 
his breath.

"Why, of course I have," Ann answered defensively. She remembered 
seeing one with Dave in Los Angeles before they were married but had 
thought them disgusting. "I enjoy a good one," she lied to make up for 
her prior error.

"Good girl," Pete said. "We wouldn't want to sit through one of those 
things without some good female company. Would we Carlos?"

Carlos nodded in agreement, and after the men paid the bill, they left 
and headed back to the city.


Chapter 7

Pete, despite the drink, maneuvered his long black Cadillac skillfully 
through the streets of Tijuana and out on the other side of the city. 
They had left the pavement and were following a dirt road to a large 
Spanish style hacienda. It showed up clearly, in the moonlight that 
flooded Baja California, even though it was still over a half a mile 
away.

The Martinis, wine, and black Russians left a comfortable glow on Ann. 
The black Russians in particular were delicious after dinner. It was a 
new drink that Pete had picked up somewhere and consisted of half vodka 
and half Kahlua.

Ann was at peace with the world. She hadn't minded when Carlos, had put 
his arm over the back of the seat and gradually let it down to rest 
across her shoulders.

On one bump he let his hand slip down cupping her left breast, but she 
had quickly moved to keep it away, not certain if it had been an 
accident or not. It did bother her, and the uncomfortable feeling she 
experienced at the bullfight returned again.

Strange, she though, what one contact with her first man in six months 
did to her. She could feel the nipple of her breast leap erect when he 
touched it and she was sure he felt the reaction as he nestled her just 
a little closer and more confidently immediately afterwards.

His leg pressed tightly against her thigh was also disquieting, and she 
tried to squirm away but he had followed her with each move she made. 
She didn't like the feeling this close contact with a man aroused and 
had started to push him away but had seen Julia slide next to Pete in 
the front seat and rest her head on his shoulder. His arm was around 
her and his hand was obviously somewhere in front. It hung over Julia's 
shoulder and Julia was enjoying it. Her head moved against him, kissing 
his ears and neck teasingly. Ann had been watching this little love-
play too intently to completely ward off Carlos' innocent little 
advances. When the car finally pulled up to a large iron gate, Pete 
blinked his lights and the guard opened it.

"Buenos Noches, Senor Robinson," the guard smiled, waving them through.

"Buenos Noches," Pete responded; wheeled the car into the court-yard.

Ann was surprised; there must have been twenty cars parked inside and 
not a light anywhere. When they got out she could hear music coming 
from inside, the only indication, other than the gate guard, that 
anyone else was present.

Pete guided them to a large oaken door which was opened to them by a 
short, fat, obscene-looking Mexican in a tuxedo. Pete handed him two 
crisp one hundred dollar bills. Ann blinked in astonishment; she had 
never heard of a night club costing a hundred dollars a couple. Her 
misgivings arose again but she squelched them as they entered the large 
salon and bar. She was determined to show Julia that she wasn't a child 
and could be a good sport as well as Julia could.

It was the most lavishly decorated room Ann had seen; done in red 
velvet and gold embroidery from ceiling to floor. Long low couches were 
arranged in a broad semi-circle that faced a stage.

Most of the men present were middle-aged and obviously wealthy. Most of 
the women were quite beautiful and much younger than their escorts. 
They were exquisitely dressed. Ann was certain they couldn't be the 
wives of these men.

She also noticed several middle-aged women with handsome young 
Mexicans. She doubted these were their husbands. Whatever their reasons 
for being here, it was certainly a pretty exclusive and elite group.

"Put us close to the back tonight, will you Ramon!" Pete asked the 
short Mexican who had ushered them in. "We've got a new girl with us 
and I don't want her crawling up on the stage and interrupting the 
performance." He winked at Ann and for the first time she detected a 
certain lewdness not apparent before. She hoped she hadn't gotten in 
over her head--but thought nothing can happen to me here--not with all 
these people around.

If it got too rough she could always demand they call a taxi and send 
her back to the hotel. The logic soothed her and she followed Julia as 
Ramon led them to one of the large couches in the rear.

Two silver buckets of iced champagne were ready. Ramon popped the corks 
and poured them each a bubbling glass.

"Well, here's to a good evening, kiddos," Pete toasted, raising his 
glass to them. "Let's hope we get our money's worth tonight."

Ann tipped her glass up with the others and the cool bubbly liquid felt 
wonderful going down. She loved champagne but on Dave's navy pay they 
had never been able to afford it except on very special occasions.

Ann noticed she was getting the most covetous glances from the men. She 
felt Julia didn't like this and caught her jealous glances when the men 
looked at Ann rather than her. Ann didn't want to offend Julia but her 
vanity was pleased with this attention. She was glad to have some small 
triumph over Julia because Julia made her feel so immature in other 
ways.

Ann had begun to recover from the drinks at dinner during the ride but 
the first two glasses of champagne again relaxed her inhibitions. She 
found herself laughing again at Pete's and Carlos' jokes. Ann wished 
that she spoke Spanish and could communicate better with Carlos. He 
seemed such an interesting person now that she knew him better.

She still didn't know what business they were in but assumed it must 
involve trade between California and Mexico. Pete had mentioned he 
handled the Los Angeles operation, and Carlos handled Mexico but had 
never really specified what it was. It was none of her business, she 
decided; she would never see them again so what difference did it make? 
She did gather that Julia had met Pete on one of her Tijuana trips and 
they had been out with mutual friends from L.A. It all seemed innocent 
enough. Ann didn't feel it was her place to question it. The champagne 
continued to flow and Ramon replaced the two empty bottles with new 
ones. Ann liked the sound of the cork popping and found herself 
giggling from the bubbles tickling her nose. She was having fun trying 
to carry on a conversation with Carlos, half talk and half sign 
language. She had never met anyone who couldn't speak English fluently 
and being in another country in such an exclusive private club was 
exciting.

Ann was thoroughly enjoying herself, but beginning to wonder when they 
were going to see this great strip-tease show they had been talking 
about. She had to admit to herself she was anticipating it and it 
shouldn't be like that shoddy thing she and Dave had seen. Not with 
this kind of crowd. She would bet it would be beautifully staged like 
shows she had heard about in Las Vegas. It had to be for the price. As 
if reading her thoughts, Ramon suddenly appeared on the stage holding 
his hands up for silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he repeated several times until the 
conversation stilled among the forty or so people present. "We have a 
special treat for you tonight," Ramon continued as people began to 
return to their assigned couches from the bar and conversational 
groups. "We have just received our first summer shipment of hashish 
from the Middle-East. The boys have spent all afternoon preparing it 
and there is ample for everyone. Please be seated while we pass it 
among you. The show will begin in fifteen minutes."

There was a murmur of delight and within minutes all had returned to 
their seats. The waiters, in white uniforms, were putting small trays 
of thin brown cigarettes on the tables.

Pete picked one out of the tray and smelled it from end to end, 
critically. 

"Boy," he said admiringly, "this is the real stuff."

"What on earth is it?" Ann whispered to Julia next to her. She didn't 
want to show her ignorance after the mistake at dinner.

"Oh, nothing but a strong cigarette," Julia reassured her. "Just take 
the first few puffs slowly so you won't choke."

"Is it safe, I--I mean--it doesn't make you not know what you're doing, 
does it?"

"No, of course not," Julia answered impatiently. "Just try a few drags 
and if you don't like it, stop."

"All right," Ann answered hesitantly. She had heard about marijuana at 
wild parties but didn't know what hashish was. Not wanting to appear a 
prude, she bravely took the lit cigarette Carlos offered her.

"Slowly, slowly," Carlos instructed in his broken English as he took a 
drag from one. Ann watched him and inhaled very gently. It had a 
strange but not unpleasant taste. She inhaled deeper on the next puff 
and held it down a few seconds at Carlos' instructions before exhaling.

After three or four inhalations, Ann could hardly feel it going down, 
it was so smooth. She watched Julia holding her breath as long as she 
could and then took a deep drag herself holding it deep until she just 
had to exhale.

"I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice that didn't seem to be 
hers. She looked at Carlos and Julia on either side of her and they 
suddenly looked miles away. "Do you feel anything?"

"Yes, darling, I feel the world," Julia answered. It seemed a logical 
answer and suddenly Ann did too. She had never felt the world before, 
how strange. She liked the taste it was leaving with her ... it was a 
slight bite at first, that gradually changed into an unimaginable 
softness. The longer the smoke was held down the softer she felt. Ann 
noticed the lights dimming around them until the great room was in 
complete darkness ...

She could feel the pressure of Carlos' leg against he thigh but the 
thin, brown cigarette had dulled her fears of anything. It felt good 
and she returned the pressure slightly to let him know she didn't mind 
and that she was his friend ... she didn't mind anything now with the 
delicious warmth of the cigarette in her ... she could feel it tingling 
deep inside ... deeper than she had ever felt anything in her life ...


Chapter 8

The pungent sweetness of the hashish smoke hung heavy in the room. Ann 
could see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room 
was perfectly quiet now except for the occasional sound of deep 
inhalation or exhalation. A cough could be heard now and then from a 
smoker who pulled too deeply on the conscience killing weed.

Dim lights appeared behind the thin curtains that covered the small 
stage. A large bed was visible in the center of a set dressed as a 
bedroom with a small dressing table to one side with a large mirror 
near it. Quiet music began from a stereo in the room. It was a 
beautiful setting, Ann thought.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand--she had lost all 
sense of proportion and wasn't certain whether it was from Julia or 
Carlos. It didn't matter; the hashish had made her thirsty and she 
poured the cool liquid down her parched throat gratefully.

It was filled again, and she could see this time that Carlos was 
pouring it for her.

It's nice to have someone look after me again and take care of me, she 
mused through the happy, relaxed feeling, and smiled her appreciation 
in the dim light.

Carlos smiled back, squeezed her shoulder lightly and nodded toward the 
stage. The curtains were opening slowly and a young innocent-looking 
Mexican girl appeared by the bed. She could not have been over 
seventeen and was the most lovely thing Ann had ever seen. She had a 
melancholy look on her face that reflected deed loneliness. It touched 
Ann to the depths, as she felt much the same way with Dave gone. She 
identified with the girl at that moment and concentrated completely on 
what she was doing. Her emotions seemed inextricably bound to those of 
the lonely creature and she felt tears of sympathy begin as they did 
often when watching an exceptionally sad scene in a television movie.

The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly 
at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, 
outlined clearly beneath the tight, black dress she wore. She placed 
the photo graph gently on her pillow and began to undress.

She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves-
-then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk 
stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, 
contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.

Ann could hear sounds of delight from the males as the dress snaked its 
way over the girl's head and her beautifully-rounded torso emerged. Her 
bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty 
of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud 
in the stage light and their quivering, turgid nipples, stood out on 
the luscious half-spheres; peaked higher as the girl raised her arms 
high over her head, pulling the long, black hair up, then releasing it 
to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.

She was almost naked, now, in just high heels, long, black hose, the 
garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent 
over slowly, her back to the audience; drew the silk panties 
tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks--brushing them 
sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, and discarded them at 
her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to 
the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now--from her high 
rounded breasts--to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood.

Ann shifted nervously next to Carlos. She had never expected anything 
like this. In the show she and Dave had seen, the girl had left on a 
"G" string, ineffectual as it was--but this exposed all the girl had to 
offer--she was making no attempt to hide it either.

The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in 
her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one 
thing. She was aroused and needed release!

Ann almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand massaged her own 
breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden 
throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing 
the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair 
between her thighs. Her feet were pointing directly at the heavily-
breathing audience watching the girl slowly work herself into a burning 
passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were 
trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her 
eyes. It seemed so real, Ann couldn't understand how the girl could act 
such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered lying in her own 
bed recently and thinking about Dave and how she had almost gone insane 
until she had relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed 
slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her 
own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush 
electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the 
unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her 
breath quickened.

Carlos, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne 
and Ann reached forward and hurriedly poured herself one, her eyes on 
the stage. She downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting to cool 
some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own body.

While she was pouring, Carlos lit two more thin, brown cigarettes and 
passed her one. Without thinking, Ann pressed it to her lips and pulled 
deeply, perhaps hoping it would still the unfamiliar ache beginning 
deep within her belly.

With each drag, Ann could feel herself mentally unwind. This one 
heightened the feeling from the first cigarette. She didn't feel she 
was the same person she had been a moment ago. She was someone else and 
it frightened her a bit but she couldn't think about it now. The heat 
and excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her hotly against 
her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round 
edge of the cushion push dress and panties into her crevice; she rubbed 
herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between 
the moist lips of her vulva. Her body rocked on it in almost 
indiscernible rhythm--in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. 
She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she spread 
them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness 
brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer 
panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Julia and Pete next 
to her to make sure they hadn't noticed; but they were so engrossed 
that they had paid no attention. Julia lay back against Pete, dragging 
heavily on another hashish cigarette, and Pete had his hands inside her 
bodice. Ann could see it move tantalizingly under the thin material 
covering her breasts. Her dress had slipped up so that the white thighs 
were visible above the stocking tops; her legs were slightly spread. In 
the dim light, Ann could see the white band of her panties between 
them. Julia seemed unaware of the exposure. Her mouth was open in 
intoxicated rapture as both watched the stage intently in expectation.

Ann leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact 
with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her 
fevered thighs and found Carlos's arm behind her waiting. Without 
thought, she relaxed against it and made no protest when his hand came 
to rest heavily on her left breast.

His arm feels good, she thought to herself, and it doesn't hurt 
anything. She pulled again at the cigarette in her lips. The musky odor 
of Carlos' cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more. It had a 
rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer as the 
excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her.

It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the stage but it was 
only moments. The sweet, pungent hashish had warped her time sense. The 
girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked 
by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table 
and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, 
her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, 
together, at the vee of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned on 
the stage at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit 
between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. 
Then, she straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory 
columns above the bed; with a deeper groan, she let them fall wide 
apart exposing to the excited onlookers the moist, glistening furrow 
between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair covered lips and spread 
them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the 
mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded 
buttocks shone in the stage light, divided by the hot, avid crevice 
between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the 
swollen and agitated lips.

Ann gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly inserted a middle finger 
into the glistening pink, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. Carlos's 
hand squeezed her breast tighter as she heard and felt his breathing 
becoming heavier. She was afraid to look at him; was hypnotized into 
immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased 
and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her 
contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index 
finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips. Her legs jack-
knifed back, knees against her breasts and the soft rounded buttocks 
rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. The girl's facial 
muscles tightened as she joined two fingers with the first and, 
clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry, pink folds. They 
disappeared with a soft, sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure 
purred from the girl's lips.

Ann tensed in momentary shock at this indignity and only Carlos' firm 
grip on her now-throbbing breasts kept her from running from the room. 
She sensed that she had better go, before it was too late and her own 
excitement ran away with her.

This desire lasted only a moment before the effect of the cigarette 
lulled her again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her 
own emotions to see what would happen next. Ann felt too closely 
identified with the girl writhing in desire before her and knew there 
was a danger point from which there was no turning back. She took 
another sip of champagne and another pull at the hashish. The warm, 
relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs relaxing and 
easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She 
snuggled back again against Carlos, foggily determined, somehow, to 
keep her guard up.

The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were 
clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in 
uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from 
deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink openings, 
making moist, sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in 
again. Her face was red--straining for climax. She groaned in 
frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not 
enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark 
hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. 
Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, 
straining buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing 
second.

Suddenly, a giant St. Bernard dog ran onto the stage and jumped up on 
the bed. The girl's eyes widened in terror and she jerked the back of a 
hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs 
and roll from the bed but the dog stood and growled viciously in 
warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation--thighs 
spread and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move 
as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head 
just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.

Ann jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed 
Carlos' arm tightly; her nerves were on edge before; the sudden rush 
almost frightened her out of her wits.

"My God!" she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to the 
poor girl?"

"You will see," Carlos answered with a grin through the dim light. "But 
do not frighten, the girl is never in show before. Ramon did not tell 
of the dog. He is trained well and the more young, the more better he 
likes."

Ann knew she should leave now to keep from going to pieces herself. But 
somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying--shaking with fear beneath 
the snarling dog sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look away. 
The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked and defenseless 
girl quaking on the bed, sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling 
through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, as for a 
moment she felt strangely cold. She took the champagne Carlos pressed 
into her hand eagerly and downed it with one nervous gulp. The chill 
passed and she relaxed again in Carlos' arm, eyes glued on the stage. 
She could not resist as his hand moved beneath her bra to cup the 
softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently 
between thumb and forefinger. She knew Julia was there and that he 
couldn't go any farther without forcing her--besides, it felt good as 
the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and tweaking 
fingers. She squirmed tighter into the seat feeling the cushion beneath 
her buttocks pressing deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were 
soaked and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the tingling 
sensation beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground and knew 
it but could not bring herself to leave. The evil fascination of the 
impending ravishment held her glued to the couch. She squirmed downward 
again, the cushion edge forcing the set band of her panties deeper into 
the split of her crotch. Its smoothness excited the sensitive, pink 
lips of the vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the tiny bud of her 
clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden 
sensations that were throbbing between her legs.

Her thoughts jerked back to the stage. The giant St. Bernard lowered 
his head to the helpless girl's soft hair-covered crotch and was 
sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a 
bitch in heat. The girl moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made 
contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked 
out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip 
burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and 
growled again and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between 
her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the 
tight-closed little pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt 
and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her public mound. His great tongue 
spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through 
soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girls wide-spread 
legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked 
spasmodically as she squirmed under the St. Bernard, lapping and 
sniffling at her loins.

Ann shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in 
something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the 
change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened 
moans that had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to 
soft mews of involuntary pleasure--pleasure that she did not want and 
had set her mind against but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at 
her had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in 
indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to 
grasp the dog's ears.

With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and 
pulled his nose forward, into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant 
tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, 
ravishing her up thrust crotch without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks 
streamed from her lips; pleading and encouraging dumb animal salivating 
between the writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage 
beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him ...

Ann heard a groan next to her, and in surprise, tore her eyes from the 
obscene spectacle on the stage. The shock was even greater. Julia had 
both legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. Pete's hand was inside 
her white panties, cupping her mound. Ann shuddered as the outline of 
his fingers moved under the sheer material. He was stroking in rhythm, 
sinking them deep into her vagina. Julia, unaware of anyone, was 
grinding her pelvis, buttocks off the cushions, in rhythm to the 
fingers screwing into her. Both she and Pete had their eyes locked on 
the lascivious exhibition.

Ann looked around--other couples were in lewd embraces, indistinct but 
showing by their writhing motion the obscene exhibition was affecting 
them--they were losing control over their passions. A warning bell 
sounded again in Ann's subconscious. She knew she should run--now--
before her own body succumbed to the lewd urges pulsing through it. But 
then, a groan from the stage pulled her drugged mind from logical 
thought. The dog lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch to 
nose her over on her stomach in servile surrender; her resistance gone 
under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. 
She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her; her quivering body 
spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered again, the 
thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning 
girl's buttocks.

She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the 
ivory globes and give full access to the tiny, brown anus. The tongue 
lashed her for another long, avid moment as Ann felt the aching hunger 
inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. 
She labored, gasping, for breath and squirmed harder against the 
cushion, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her organ against it to try 
to put out the fire burning there. Carlos' hands palpating her swollen 
breasts, thrilled her and frightened her. She tried with all her might 
to pull his hand away-- but her own hand moved only as far as Carlos'--
and then fell back, uncontrolled, into her lap. It would not obey her 
mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy eyes 
back to the stage.

The St. Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's 
crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. 
Ann's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the head lifted, raising the 
girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain--and the girl obediently 
knelt, elevating the spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in 
abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile 
defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack 
on her sensitive organs for interminable minutes.

The girl was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of 
her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then Ann saw that white fur 
mitts had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws 
wounding her. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge 
sheath, dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet 
crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered 
point and the thick shaft in her body.

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her round buttocks to try to 
capture the lengthening shaft; like a bitch in heat, she strove to 
sheath the long, scarlet organ in her voracious, grasping vulva. The 
sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily-relaxed anus, 
attempted to enter. With a cry, the girl tensed, evaded the bending, 
up-slipping prod in fright but the dog returned immediately to the 
attack, having tasted success. However, mindlessly, he thrust blindly, 
the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, hair-
nested crevice, rubbing against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his 
jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the 
girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still 
unhoused shaft rubbed between them. Ann held her breath with the other 
spectators who'd stopped to watch the huge dog, bucking madly behind 
the moaning girl, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening 
taper of the huge, dripping penis. Out of control, the dog growled in 
frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached back and, grasping the 
slippery organ, guided the point of it into the pink red slit, 
spreading it apart wider and wider with each forward thrust. Ann was 
holding her breath.

Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant St. Bernard 
jerked forward and buried his huge cudgel deep up the squirming girl's 
pink, grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was 
sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A 
moan of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move 
rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As the 
forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her 
buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal 
fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways toward 
the excited audience and they could see fully the effect it was having. 
Her face was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog 
was giving her. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her 
writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it 
slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening 
flesh burying itself in her belly.

Ann's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation 
bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment she 
watched the girl being ravished. Her body was beginning to perspire in 
the warm, close room. The excited heat of the audience acted as a giant 
heater and Ann could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel 
down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her 
to squirm against the cushion, the edges rubbed sensuously against the 
moist, hair-lined flanges of her warm throbbing pussy. She bit harder 
on her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.

Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish 
bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her 
full, ripe breasts that Carlos had massaged into hardness, his hands 
slipping over the nipples and his fingers nipping them sharply, causing 
a nervous jump each time he did it.

Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew 
she should demand that they take her home. Julia's crowd was just a 
little too fast for her and this wasn't being true to Dave. She owed 
him faithfulness and had already gone too far by letting Carlos squeeze 
and knead her naked breasts this way but she still wanted to show Julia 
that she was not a child. And perhaps it was all right. This petting 
didn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any farther. She could 
always stop Carlos if he tried to do anything other than touch her 
breasts. Surely, Julia wouldn't go any further with Pete. She had gone 
far enough as it was and Ann's face crimsoned as she thought of Pete's 
fingers digging wetly between her girl friend's thighs. The lewd 
thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly and she could 
feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart 
pounded like a tom-tom. She was sure Carlos could feel it beneath her 
tight breast in his hand. She would stay--just until the show was over 
and then they could go. She would insist ... she just had to; she had 
never intended things to go even this far.

Her mind strayed back to the obscenely swaying body of the girl 
kneeling before the hunching St. Bernard on the stage. She had gone 
completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to 
the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her 
harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. She wanted to be 
filled with the animal sperm in her drugged madness and that was all 
that mattered. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of 
sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was 
reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast in front 
of the crowd and ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking 
body like another animal. Ann watched in abject fascination. Tiny 
rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girls rotating 
buttocks. They glistened in the lights of the stage and tiny droplets 
ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her 
straining thighs.

Ann could feel Carlos becoming more restless; certain he could feel her 
occasionally grinding her own buttocks into the couch. She tried to 
make it appear she was just changing position but it was becoming more 
difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. Carlos' hand was 
kneading her breasts more vigorously now making her tiny, bud-like 
nipples throb in guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and 
put her hands over the front of her dress to hide his actions from 
Julia. She wanted to convince her companion she wasn't a prude and 
could watch a show like this; but she didn't want Julia to know she was 
letting another man touch her intimately even though Julia herself was 
succumbing disgracefully to Pete's caresses. She could see out of the 
corner of her eye that Pete's hand was still probing under the panties 
between Julia's loosely spread thighs, thrusting more rapidly now. 
Julia's eyes looked glazed through the darkness and she was grinding 
her pelvis up with greater determination against Pete's fingers as they 
flicked in and out of her wide-spread vagina.

Ann suddenly squirmed down hard against the seat. Carlos had turned 
toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, slipping it up 
toward the fullness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at the 
unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. 
Carlos was pushing the hem of her dress; was half way up to her panties 
before she reacted and dropped a hand to her lap. She restrained his 
wrist tightly not daring to look at him. Her eyes remained on the 
panting, unnatural coupling on the bed; darting quickly to the side to 
see if Julia had spied Carlos' hand moving on her thigh. She obviously 
had not as she was totally engrossed in the fingers probing at her own 
genitals and the exhibition working toward a climax before them. She 
gradually forced Carlos' hand back down, pushing the dress with it, 
until she was covered again.

Carlos' hand came to rest on her lap as she lifted it from her knee and 
kept hers over it. She tried to hold it but it moved by force kneading 
the softness of her belly under the thin material of her dress. Teasing 
at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers 
rotated against the mound of her crotch unable to go lower because of 
her tightly pressed thighs. Ann pressed harder against the cushion, 
knowing he would think she was trying to escape his fingers and not 
suspect that secretly she was pressing the cushion into her own wet 
vaginal slit. The flood between her thighs was wetting her dress now 
and she could feel the warm wetness on the soft cheeks of her buttocks 
as she pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there. As his 
fingers worked more firmly at her crotch, indecision arose again but 
the pleasure rationalized away the danger. Carlos could not--without 
forcing her--get beneath her dress. With Julia at hand, Ann didn't 
think he'd try. It felt wickedly good ... only pleasure and no danger. 
She grasped his wrist tighter but it did not stop his hand. It was 
still able to move about freely, teasing her vagina and lower belly 
mercilessly through the thin material of her soaked dress and panties. 
Ann closed her eyes tightly for a moment and resigned herself to the 
rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost 
as though he were touching her nakedness but still she felt safe. 
Surely he could go no farther with the others around like this. But 
suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Carlos removed his hand from her lap, 
moving it gradually under her buttocks from the side. He still peered 
at the exhibition as though completely unaware of his left hand now 
thrust between her buttocks and the seat. His hand searched like a 
mouse in the crevice between her buttocks. Ann hesitated, not knowing 
what to do. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop the 
hand hiding her breasts in Carlos's kneading fingers, from Julia and 
Pete. The struggle would certainly attract attention. Anything she said 
to him would be overheard in the silence that had fallen over the room.

Slowly she dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist tightly, but that 
didn't stop the hand. It continued its ruthless teasing under her 
crotch, probing at her moist slit through the thin dress and panties. 
There was no more she could do without creating a scene, so Ann 
resigned herself, almost with relief to Carlos' sneaky probing of her 
already-wet genitals. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle 
finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress 
moistly into her suddenly throbbing crevice. A gush of shame washed 
through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her 
desire to resist. Carlos' hand under her buttocks became bolder as it 
sensed her tacit surrender to its probings. He hooked his middle finger 
to slide her dress up the backs of her thighs so that he could 
penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could feel already the 
light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her 
thighs and the cushion.

Oh God, what should she do? This was sheer lunacy; allowing herself to 
be used like this--and worse--enjoying it! What was happening to her?

Ann bit hard on her lower lip, glancing to see if Julia showed any 
signs of awareness. But she was still concentrating on the stage as 
Pete's hand continued its stroking.

She could feel the dress rising faster now, though still not apparent 
from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the 
softness of her thigh, as the dress slid upward more rapidly in 
response to Carlos's hooking finger. Suddenly, she gasped aloud. There 
was no more dress. Carlos' hand covered all of the wet band of her 
panties and was snaking under the elastic leg-band and worming into the 
moist walls of her soft pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her 
breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole 
torso quivered until her impaled vagina became accustomed to the 
invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. 
She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her 
buttocks as it ground imperceptibly into her crotch. Carlos' fingers 
moved in circles inside her, expanding her tight little hole with each 
teasing rotation. Ann was almost out of her mind, now. She didn't think 
she could stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. 
She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her 
contracting vagina. The sight of the girl on the stage being buffeted 
into the squeaking mattress by the St. Bernard and the long thin 
finger, fucking into her cunt without mercy, were just too much! 
Something had to give!

It did.

Suddenly there was a loud cry from the stage. The girl was twisting her 
head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the 
mattress. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her 
buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The 
giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving 
buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her 
back. She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the dog wildly just 
as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard 
spurts deep in her clasping vagina. Ann watched in fascination as the 
girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably. signaling her 
own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid 
oozed from her tight cunt squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails 
of the sticky white ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her 
backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she 
pitched forward on her face, unconscious; the rapidly deflating cock of 
the dog slipping from her mauled passage-way with a sucking noise that 
echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. The girl was out 
cold and the dog stood above her wagging his tail in obvious 
appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity he dropped his head to 
her wide-spread crotch and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing 
from her still quivering cunt. He gulped at it hungrily until at last 
there was no more and lay down contentedly between her open legs, his 
giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.

The curtain closed slowly, leaving the depraved scene--the subjugated 
girl and her animal lover lying in satiated sleep--imprinted deeply in 
the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with the stale 
air of excited breathing that had accompanied the passion-inciting 
exhibition. No one present had not felt the sensations of lust at that 
final climax--including Ann Morrow. It was with relief and regret that 
she felt Carlos' finger slip from her tortured vagina and his hand 
slide from beneath her. She was close to her own orgasm and in a few 
more moments, would herself have been as helpless a victim of passion 
as the girl unconscious on the bed in front of them.


Chapter 9

Ann's eyes were still on the stage her breath coming in gasps as the 
curtain closed. She had never been so excited, sexually by anything and 
it frightened her. To actually see a beautiful young girl subjugated by 
an animal was far beyond the scope of her imagination--and for the girl 
to enjoy it the way she did with the St. Bernard was beyond anyone's 
imagination. Ann was a nervous wreck when Ramon announced that the 
lights would be turned on in three minutes. There was a bustle of 
clothing being straightened and she guiltily pulled down her own dress 
under which Carlos' hand had been probing into her moments before. She 
felt the wet between her thighs as she lifted herself slightly off the 
seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks.

She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Julia reluctantly forcing Pete's 
hand out of the front of her panties and pulling her dress down as the 
lights Licked on. Ann was crimson at having to face all these people 
after the lewd exhibition on stage, but there was nothing she could do 
but look as nonchalant as possible under the circumstances.

"Boy," Pete said, wiping his perspiring forehead with a handkerchief. 
"That was some hot little bitch up there. Did you see the way she gave 
that hound a ride? Bet he'll never be happy with another she St. 
Bernard again."

Julia and Carlos laughed at the joke and Ann forced a smile. He knew 
she had been on the verge of losing control of herself and for this 
reason, she could not look at him. She had never felt so humiliated and 
ashamed in her life and could not understand how Julia could sit here 
so calmly after letting Pete do the things he did to her while the 
lights were down. She just did not understand it and a sudden wave of 
revulsion came over her when she remembered her own behavior and how 
she had allowed Carlos to take so many liberties with her own body.

God, what had come over them? They were both married women and had 
husbands away at sea and here they had acted like two whores picked up 
on the street--which is just what had happened! They had been picked 
up!

"Well, let's have a drink everyone," Pete said, wiping his flushed face 
with a handkerchief. "I need it after that exhibition of bedroom 
gymnastics. Come on, I've arranged a private room for us to cool off 
in; then we can continue where we left off, eh baby?" He patted Julia 
playfully on the buttocks as she rose from the couch. Ann was shocked 
and the sudden impact of what he was suggesting caught her unaware. She 
refused to move when the others got up.

"Well come on, Ann," Julia smiled down at her. "I think you need a 
drink too." She directed a knowing smile at Carlos who had also risen 
and was waiting with the others.

"I-I'm not going. I want to go home now," she stammered, looking at the 
floor. Tears of humiliation were forming in the corners of her downcast 
eyes.

"Oh, for God's sake, baby, don't keep giving us that innocent act," 
Pete blurted suddenly. "I saw you rubbing against that seat like you 
had a short fuse under you, who do you think you're kidding?"

Ann gasped at the realization that Pete had been watching her shameless 
submission to Carlos' probing hand. She dropped her head into her hands 
sobbing, unable to believe it. They were watching her all the time!

"Pete," Julia admonished, "leave the poor girl alone. I'll handle this. 
She's my guest down here."

"Well, hell, who does she think she is, Miss Untouchable?"

"Now you be quiet. Ann, darling, let's go freshen up, shall we? We'll 
meet you gentlemen in the room for a drink in a couple of minutes."

"Well make it fast, baby, I'm hot as a firecracker," Pete cracked as he 
and Carlos headed toward the stairway. Julia took Ann's hand, and 
pulled her gently from the couch, leading her out of the room and down 
the hall to the ladies room. Her arm was draped sympathetically over 
Ann's shoulder consoling the sobbing girl. Other couples eyed them 
curiously on their way upstairs to the various bedrooms.

In the bathroom, she took a cold wash cloth and pressed it tenderly to 
Ann's forehead. 

"There dear, does that feel better?"

"Oh yes, it does, Julia," Ann groaned in self pity. "I--I feel like 
such a fool for behaving this way but I just can't take much more of 
this. I love Dave so much and I just can't do anything that might make 
me sorry for the rest of my life. I just can't."

"There, now. No one's asking you to do anything you don't want to. I 
just can't understand why such a lovely girl wouldn't like to enjoy 
herself a little on the side. After all, no one would ever know."

"I don't care. I would know and that would be enough," Ann protested. 
"I could never face my husband again if I went any farther. I've done 
enough as it is."

"Ann darling, this is the twentieth century you know and women do have 
some rights. Must I remind you that Dave--like all the other pilots--
has probably got his own little girl tucked away in an apartment in 
Hong Kong and may be shacked up with her right this minute. I know that 
no-good husband of mine has and I don't intend to let him get away with 
it. I'm going to get my kicks too."

"Julia!" Ann suddenly rebuked her, anger in her voice. "You don't mean 
you're going to bed with that horrible man!"

"Of course I am, dear. What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the 
gander. Remember that."

"Well, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to let anyone touch 
me. It's not right and you should be ashamed thinking about such a 
thing. I want to go home right now."

"Now, now, Ann darling. Don't give up your precious morals for my sake. 
You can sit quietly with Carlos and have a nice drink while Pete and I 
go play naked games. The way I feel now, it won't take too long."

"But you can't leave me alone with Carlos," Ann wailed. "He might try 
to do something horrible to me."

"What's horrible?" contempt in her voice. "Who are you afraid of Ann--
Carlos or yourself?"

"That's not funny," Ann defended, straightening to reassert her 
composure. "I can take care of myself."

"All right then show me," Julia chided. "You're a big girl now. Momma 
can't watch over you all the time."

Julia started toward the door, leaving Ann still standing in front of 
the mirror. She hesitated for a moment, and then followed, angry now. 
Julia was back on the kid routine and Ann had had enough of it. She was 
a grown woman and could take care of herself. She didn't need a nurse 
maid.

Her courage wavered as she followed Julia upstairs to a door at the end 
of a long corridor. Ann knew she shouldn't go in and flushed again at 
the thought of having to face Carlos after the things she let him do in 
the darkness downstairs. But it was too late now, Julia had opened the 
door and entered and Ann couldn't just stand here in the corridor like 
a fool.

"Well, little Miss Virtue has decided to have a drink with us after 
all, huh? I figured she'd have run with her tail between her legs by 
now." Pete chuckled as Ann followed Julia into the room. A lewd, half-
drunken smile covered the better part of his ruddy, heavy-jowled face. 
"Has she given the royal consent to play 'pussy' with your friend 
Carlos here, too?" he continued, laughing at his own obscene 
cleverness.

Ann gave him a cold stare in answer and sat stiffly on a chair in the 
corner of the room, ignoring the empty seat on the couch by Carlos. Her 
eyes assessed the furnishings apprehensively. It certainly was designed 
for an orgy. There was an over-sized double bed against one wall and 
two couches with matching chairs scattered about. A small dressing 
table with a large gold-framed mirror over it intimated it was a 
bedroom. Ann nodded a reluctant thanks when Carlos put a tall Scotch in 
her hands. She appreciated that he was being a gentleman about the 
whole thing and not acting like a complete idiot as Pete was doing. One 
would never have known by Carlos' demeanor that he had been touching 
her so intimately a few short minutes ago. Ann closed her thighs in 
automatic reaction to the thought as it flickered through her mind 
momentarily. A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire being and 
she had no desire to defend herself against Pete's remarks. She just 
hoped he and Julia and had their little fun and returned quickly so she 
could get out of this evil place back to her own world that she could 
understand.

Pete poured himself another quickly and handed one to Julia whose eyes 
were shining in expectation. Ann had never seen her this way before. It 
must be the combination of the exhibition (that Ann had to admit left 
warm tingles in her body), and the hashish cigarettes earlier. They 
still hadn't worn off and Ann's mind still felt a fuzzy and her body 
sensitive even to the touch of the chair when she sat down.

"Come on, sweety," Pete said, reaching over and patting Julia's thigh, 
"bring that drink along and let's go play games. My pecker's so hard 
it's gonna break off in a minute."

"Pete, you don't have to be so crude. After all, we do have a guest," 
Julia admonished him, watching Ann's face crimsoned under her needling. 
"I'm tempted to take both of you on. Carlos looks like an excellent 
lover. That would solve all our problems."

Carlos remained silent under the compliment, but it was apparent he was 
pleased with the reference to his masculinity.

"Baby, you won't be able to take on a tom cat when I'm finished with 
you," Pete laughed. "Now come on that big bed's waiting."

He rose and took Julia's hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I wish you a lot of luck, Carlos my friend, I think she might be a hot 
little piece once she gets going. I'll leave these and you two can see 
what you're missing."

Pete pulled an envelope from his inside coat pocket and opened it, 
drawing out a stack of black and white photographs. He shoved them 
brusquely under Ann's face and when she refused to take them, let them 
fall to her lap. She caught a glimpse of the top one and almost dropped 
her drink. It was woman's face; her mouth in a strained circle around a 
man's hardened penis. Ann froze as Pete laughed aloud at her shocked 
reaction and led Julia through the door into the adjoining bedroom.

"Have fun, kids. Them dirty pictures oughta loosen her up Carlos." Pete 
laughed as he closed the door behind them, his hand already loosening 
his tie, a lewd, expectant smile on his face.

Ann and Carlos sat in silence for a moment. She gazed straight ahead 
afraid the sight of the obscene photographs lying on her lap might 
nauseate her and force her to run for the bathroom. She took a big 
swallow of the drink, feeling her composure returning as the warm 
liquid hit her stomach. She still had not looked Carlos in the eye 
since she had entered the room but the drink gave her a little more 
courage.

"Carlos, please don't think I have anything against you. It's just that 
I'm a happily married woman and wouldn't think of doing anything like 
this with anyone other than my husband."

"I understand, Ann. Don't pay any attention to Pete. He is just a loud 
Gringo who doesn't know when he should keep quiet," Carlos answered, 
understandingly.

"I-I apologize for letting myself get out of hand downstairs. That's 
the first time any other man has ever touched me. I-I don't know what 
happened."

"That was pretty exciting, down there. It would be difficult not to be 
affected by it. Besides," he joked, "it shows you are human in spite of 
what Pete says."

Ann laughed in spite of her guilt. It was nice talking to Carlos. He 
seemed to understand her more than the others and she began to relax 
for the first time since they entered this place. Carlos was so 
pleasant, he seemed almost like a brother rather than someone she had 
to fear. He fixed them more drinks and returned to his seat on the 
couch, making no move toward her. This increased her confidence in him 
and her fears diminished. They talked at random for a few minutes and 
then Carlos excused himself for a moment to make a phone call. As soon 
as he closed the door, Ann's curiosity got the better of her. She had 
never seen two people making love before and her hand went to the 
pictures still lying in a heap on her lap.

She studied the one of the woman sucking the man's penis carefully. She 
had heard of women who did this and when she had been in high school 
she had heard some of the other girls joking in the toilet about it but 
she had never expected to see anyone doing it. The woman's mouth was 
stretched so wide she wondered how she kept from choking on the 
enormous shaft. It was huge, and her lips were locked on it as though 
they would never let go. A ripple of sensation coursed through her as 
she pondered its size. It was much bigger than Dave's and she clasped 
her legs tighter together as she wondered what it would be like to have 
something that big shoved between her thighs. She flipped guiltily to 
the next one and gasped as it proved to be just the opposite. The same 
woman was sitting on a couch with her feet flat on the floor and her 
legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs and Ann 
could see clearly his tongue curling into the spread lips of her open 
vagina. Her mouth gaped at the obscene sight. She had also heard about 
men doing this to women but never thought the sight of such a depraved 
act could excite her against her will as this photograph was doing. She 
could feel a slight moistness again between her tightly pressed thighs. 
She reached for her drink on the table by the chair and took a long sip 
of it. It burned going down and she could feel her hand holding the 
pictures begin to shake as the emotions reflecting on the girl's face 
in the picture transmitted themselves to her own body.

She jumped as Carlos entered the room unexpectedly. She did not hear 
him coming and her face flushed again. It was too late to hide the fact 
she had been looking at the pictures and she could see the amused 
expression on his face as he looked at her.

"Caught with a hand in the cookie jar, eh?" he laughed good-naturedly.

"Well," Ann's lips curved into a pout. "I was curious. Anyone would be 
that has never seen things like this before."

"Yes, I think you are right," he agreed, filling both their glasses 
again. "Even I enjoy sometimes, it's good way to learn."

"You don't mean you do the things these people are doing, do you 
Carlos?" Ann asked incredulously. 

"Who can tell, Ann. Even you be surprised some times at some things you 
do in passion. It's a very--how you say?--strong thing."

"Well, I don't think I would. It's like an animal, some of the things 
they're doing."

"What things," Carlos asked unexpectedly, a slight smile crossing his 
lips.

"Well-ah-ah," Ann stuttered for a moment and suddenly burst into 
laughter when she saw the amused look on Carlos's face. "Why, you--you 
did that on purpose. You can just look at them yourself. I'm not going 
to sit here and explain the details."

Carlos picked up his drink and moved to the arm of Ann's chair, resting 
one arm lightly across the back.

"Alright brave girl, let's see these things you talk about."

Ann's courage faded with Carlos sitting so close to her. She took 
another swallow of the Scotch to bolster her strength.

"This one for example," she blurted, "how could any self-respecting 
woman make love to a man like that. I think it's disgusting."

"Your husband is a young man is he not?" Carlos questioned.

"Why, yes, he is, but what brought that on? Dave is very good at making 
love and he doesn't have to resort to these horrible things to make me 
happy."

"Yes but do you make him happy?" Carlos answered. "Making love is two 
people, not one." 

"Of course, I do. I'm not frigid. I like it too."

"Yes," Carlos reminded softly, "I know you do. I've felt you, 
remember?"

"Yes, I know you have," Ann answered slowly, reflecting on what took 
place on the couch downstairs a few minutes ago. "But please don't 
remind me of that Carlos. I want to forget it ever happened, if I can."

"But not something you think to forget," Carlos objected softly. "It 
was thing you needed, Ann. I could feel when I touched you. That's why 
I not stop when put hand on mine to hold back."

"Carlos," Ann said. "Please don't. I know, I know I may have felt like 
it. But that gives me no right to go around acting like a common street 
walker. I do have my husband to think about."

"Of course," he agreed. "But perhaps it better if you learn a few 
things. Someone may take him away ..."

"You mean like this," Ann said grimly, holding up the picture of the 
woman sucking the enormous cock.

"Well, I think she make this man very happy."

Ann was becoming confused again. She knew she shouldn't have had that 
last drink. She felt she was right and shouldn't even be discussing 
these obscene things but the correct arguments weren't coming to mince 
She blinked, heavily, trying to clear her vision that had blurred 
slightly. Thoughts from the first days of her marriage flickered hazily 
through her mind. She did remember Dave putting gentle pressure on her 
head several times trying to push her down his body, but she had not 
responded. She had not even been aware of what he had wanted. He had 
done it so subtly. Was this why the letters weren't coming now? Did he 
have someone else over there who would do these awful things for him? 
He had always seemed happy with her, at least outwardly, but she did 
have to admit that she was a prude in certain respects. Did it take 
these things to hold a man?

Another time fluttered into her mind when Dave had trailed his kisses 
down her body to the soft flesh of her stomach and kneeling between her 
open thighs had begun planting moist kisses on the soft flesh and hair 
surrounding her vagina. She had almost screamed for him to stop and 
sobbed that it was evil and had pulled him up over her again. He had 
taken her in the normal way but without the fire he had had before and 
she had wondered why. Was this it? Was it because she didn't really 
know what a man wanted or what sex really was? Was it really the animal 
thing she had seen on the stage downstairs? She had never--in the year 
of her marriage to Dave--experienced it like the girl with the dog nor 
had she ever been worked up to the peak that Carlos's hand brought her 
to--perhaps she was frigid and Dave's almost casual attitude in making 
love to her was the result of this. Had she been kidding herself--what 
should it be like when two people make love? The thought raced through 
her mind--what should it be like what should it be like? Carlos put her 
glass into her hand and she drank deeply again. She felt the lewd 
stirrings that had churned her body to such a fever pitch on the couch 
downstairs, return.

"I can teach about love, Ann," Carlos said softly, dropping his hand 
slightly from the back of the chair to her bare shoulder.

"No, I don't need it," Ann said, squirming away from the brushing 
fingers. "I've told you I can't and I won't. It--it's just not right."

She could feel the moisture begin again between her tightly pressed 
thighs and she involuntarily moved her buttocks against the seat to 
quiet the lascivious tingle.

"Look on this girl's face," Carlos said, pulling another picture from 
the packet. "She's enjoy it. Don't you think?"

"Yes, yes she is," Ann breathed, as her eyes locked on the photograph 
of a girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his 
enormous cock sunk all the way between her up-lifted legs. The camera 
angle showed clearly his white thick member disappearing into the soft, 
hair-fringed folds of her vagina. It was almost to the hilt; only a 
tiny stretch of it was left showing, wet and glistening. The girl's 
face was contorted into the most depraved picture of ecstasy Ann had 
ever seen.

God, how she must feel, she thought. And I've never felt that way.

Ann had never seen a picture of two people making love before and it 
looked so strange--almost crab-like with two long tentacles of the 
girl's legs waving wide apart in the air above them--she wondered if 
this was the way she and Dave looked--and the thought caused her to 
squirm slightly and press her thighs together to hold down the fire 
mounting against her will deep in her loins.

Carlos had dropped his hand to her shoulder again but she hardly 
noticed it as she concentrated on the lewd position of the couple in 
the photograph. The now-familiar aching hunger inside her was beginning 
to grow and spread from her stomach upwards to the nipples of her 
hardening breasts. She shuddered as Carlos's fingers teased down again 
toward the vee of her dress and sliding beneath her bra, cupped her 
bare left globule and massaged it gently into greater hardness--she 
could feel her breath coming in short, labored gasps now and she 
twisted against the seat again and again attempting to extinguish the 
fire that was again growing mercilessly between her legs.

Carlos shuffled the photographs one after another teasingly before her 
face with his free hand, describing in lewd, lust-inciting terms, the 
actions each of she couples were performing. His lips had dropped to 
her ear and he was whispering moist entreaties into it--using words she 
had not heard since she was a school girl, but now suddenly strangely 
exciting. Ann pressed her thighs tightly together in one last 
determined effort to overcome the temptation building within her. In 
her passion-and alcohol-distorted mind, she knew she had to go right 
this minute or she would not have the strength to fight off again the 
lust that was tugging at the very core of her quivering belly.

"Carlos!" she whispered almost hysterically, pulling his hand from 
inside her dress. "Where is Julia? We must go, we must ... right now!" 
she pleaded. "I can't stand it, please--please help me!"

"We should not interrupt," Carlos answered. "They be very angry."

"I don't care? I don't care, we're going to leave. I can't stay in this 
awful place another minute!" she quavered, tears suddenly filling her 
eyes.

"We can look what they do," he said slowly, letting the thought sink 
into Ann's tortured mind.

"You-you mean watch them," Ann gasped. "Wh-what if they're still doing 
something."

"They not know," he laughed softly. "Besides, you learn, maybe and hurt 
nothing."

Ann's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. It was different looking 
at pictures but actually seeing two people tangled in intercourse was 
another thing. Even the exhibition downstairs had been different--more 
obscene--but different. This would be like peeking in a window into the 
privacy of a home. In spite of her revulsion to the idea she felt her 
curiosity rising. That did it look like? Was it as she imagined it 
would look?

Carlos gave her time for no further thought. He placed the stack of 
photos on the table by the chair and taking Ann's hand, pulled her 
after him.

"We're not going in that room, Carlos! We can't."

"No, we watch here in special way," he said, his eyes twinkling 
mischievously as he led her to the dressing table. "Just here before 
mirror. I turn out light. Better take big drink too, before see what 
amiga Julia really like."

Ann lifted her glass in obedience and took a few swallows. She needed 
courage now, her heart was beating like a runaway express in almost 
terrified anticipation. Her will to flee faded and she stared at her 
image in the mirror seeing a girl with a puzzled, yet frightening look 
staring back. A shudder of alarm flickered momentarily through in 
thoughts but animal curiosity glued her feet to the floor as the lights 
suddenly went out and she was left in darkness.


Chapter 10

Ann heard Carlos adjusting the mirror after he had turned off the 
lights. She heard the click of a switch and received the shock of her 
life. Where she had seen her own image another room appeared.

"A two-way mirror," Carlos explained in a low whisper. "We can see 
everything--they not see us."

A large double bed like the one behind them was up against the wall 
right next to the mirror. Ann's heart skipped a beat Julia was lying 
spread-eagled in the center of the bed, completely nude, not five feet 
away. Ann felt she could reach out and touch her. Julia's head was 
rolling back and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in a 
ecstasy.

Pete was kneeling between her naked, wide-spread legs running his lips 
and tongue moistly up and down her body. He had sucked her heaving 
breasts into quivering hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to 
the flat plane of her jerking stomach and inner thighs. Julia writhed 
beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands were 
tangled tightly in his hair pulling his lips greedily to her tingling 
slain.

Ann leaned forward gripping the corners of the dressing table until her 
hands ached. She could not move. It was different with someone you 
didn't know like the people in those pictures, but this was Julia! Ann 
tried to blot out the shocking picture but couldn't. She had to look--
the obscene spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind rebelled--to watch 
a man toying with the naked, squirming body of a woman who was your 
best friend was depraved and lewd. She knew she should turn away.

Carlos, behind her, pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she 
drew deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing it was more of 
the conscience killing hashish. The sweet, acrid smoke curled into her 
lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away the revulsion she had felt a 
moment before. Her head lightened and she pulled at it heavily, closing 
her eyes tightly as each drag burned heatedly into her lungs. Then, 
after several deep, deep inhalations, she found herself wickedly 
enjoying the scene before here; watching with studied detachment the 
pagan ritual that was as old as man himself.

Julia was beautiful, she thought, as she gazed in intoxicated rapture 
at the enchanting figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. 
Pete had worked her up to a fever pitch and Julia's mouth hung open 
wide in ecstatic rapture--her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into 
nothingness. Pete placed himself in position over her rapidly rising 
and falling belly. His face hanging within inches of the soft pubic 
mound below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of 
her stomach and his thumbs lay pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of 
her cunt lips. Ann sucked in her stomach with a gasp as his thumbs 
massaged for a moment, and then, pulled outward slowly, parting the 
soft pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of Julia's vagina. The 
dainty bud of her clitoris was clearly visible throbbing into hardness 
just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal entrance.

Pete's head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly 
at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of the slit. 
Julia's body jerked as the electric contact was made and her legs 
clamped tightly together around his head, the soft inner thighs 
imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and 
down movement in rhythm to the probings of his slavering tongue. Soft 
mews of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. She was 
caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust and her upper torso 
writhed like a belly dancer's, back-down on the mattress.

Ann's mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched Julia twisting lustfully 
to the depraved sucking of her loins. Ann drew deeper on the hashish, 
feeling her mind opening like a budding jungle flower. She wasn't 
certain now whether the two writhing bodies on the bed were real or a 
figment of her imagination. It felt as though they were dancing in her 
head. Time and distance had suddenly become indefinable nothing existed 
in the world but the scene before her. Somehow she was mystically 
connected to them.

Her own torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of Julia's 
as her body squirmed in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering lickings 
of the lips and mouth glued to her crotch. Carlos had moved behind Ann 
now and she could feel the length of his body pressed into her back. 
His arms extended around her and he was massaging and cupping her 
breasts in a teasing circular motion that caused her to squirm her 
buttocks back, hard against his loins. She could feel a stiffness 
growing there under his pants and when he pressed forward she could 
feel the full thickness of it pressing through her dress into the 
crevice of her buttocks. The thin folds of bunched material grated 
against her tiny, sensitive anus sending small warning spasms of 
pleasure rippling up her belly to the rising nipples of her breasts.

The last shattered remnants of her vow to run faded into nothingness as 
she felt a hand lease her breast and gently lower the zipper that ran 
down the back of her dress to her upper buttocks.

Carlos hands slipped into the opening from behind, curling around her 
bare mid-section and rising to push the tight restricting bra up and 
away from her swollen, ripe breasts. His hands cupped the resilient 
mounds greedily as they came free, trapping the hardened, sensitive 
nipples between thumb and forefinger; squeezing until a tiny, 
excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her 
open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his covered 
hardness deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting 
buttocks.

Ann watched in wide-eyed wonders her own buttocks now pushing back 
against Carlos, as Pete's lips began crawling up Julia's squirming 
body. They worked their way up slowly, pausing now and then at soft 
sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue that would bring 
further groans of delight and frustration from Julia s tightly clenched 
teeth. It was then that she could see clearly his thick fat cock 
protruding from his crotch. It looked as hard as the thick stump of a 
tree stanching from the thick, curly, red pubic hair covering his 
slightly rounded belly. It was enormously thick and Ann shuddered as 
she saw it pause momentarily over Julia's still side-spread vagina. Ann 
thought that Pete was going to ram it into her then but he didn't. He 
slid slowly all the way up her slippery, sweat-soaked body and 
straddled her breasts. Ann could see the tight bulges squeeze out under 
the cheeks of Pete's fat buttocks as he sank down on them, pushing them 
down onto her chest. Pete's thick, fat cock stood straight out from his 
belly, with the rubbery, scarlet head but a few inches above Julia's 
gasping mouth. Pete reached one hand back behind him and with a quick 
flick of his wrist, shoved his middle finger deep between Julia's wide 
open legs, skewering it into the pink moist flanges of her cunt up to 
his flat palm. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the 
wet sensitive walls until Julia panted and gasped, breathing a moan of 
surrender to the lascivious plundering her body was undergoing.

Ann could see her try to squirm away from the teasing torture but 
Pete's knees were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly to the 
mattress. She was completely at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined 
his lips as he reached down with his free hand and rubbed the underside 
of the head of his thick cock in a slow teasing circle around Julia's 
open lips. Her tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, 
licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of the lubricant 
seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, 
the cords in her neck standing out trying to suck the teasing 
instrument into her mouth. But Pete laughed above her and kept it just 
out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down 
the underside on the semen-soaked ridge beneath. Julia grunted and 
strained until Ann could feel herself struggling with her.

Ann's breath came in time to Julia's gasps beneath the teasing cock. 
The muscles in her own body were as taut as how strings as she reacted 
involuntarily to the maddening fondling of Carlos' hand on her. She 
jerked as one of his hands left her breasts to trail a slow, teasing 
path down the soft, unresisting belly and insert itself into the 
elastic band of her panties, teased thrillingly at the pubic hair 
raising from the vee of her crotch. It played for a moment and suddenly 
curled down into the moist, ready slit between her legs, the nail 
scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris sending it springing 
into quivering life. Ann jerked forward slightly as the hand curled 
further under her crotch, parting the soft lips of her vagina to 
teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her cunt 
sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her. The 
rigid hugeness of his cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened 
crevice of her ass behind, throbbing as though it had a life of its 
own. She ground back against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and 
the thrusting finger teasing deep in her vagina.

Carlos began a gentle rocking motion to which her own body responded in 
time to the jerking hand of Pete fucking into Julia's rotating pussy in 
front of them.

Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling from Julia's throat on the other 
side of the mirror. Pete, the sadistic grin on his face widening had 
taken her brutally by the hair, pulled her head up off the mattress, at 
the same time thrusting forward to ram the thick, turgid head of his 
cock deep into her gaping mouth. Ann held her breath. She was certain 
Julia was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried 
between her puckered lips. But she didn't. She sucked at it hungrily as 
though she had waited through all eternity for this magic moment.

Pete raised to his knees and with one hand holding Julia's head up by 
the hair and the other sunk deep into her wide-split crotch, he began 
buffeting her body cruelly up and down on the mattress, between his 
legs. Ann watched with horrified fascination as Julia's elastic lips 
sucked with all their might on the instrument fucking into her mouth. 
Her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the 
instroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal 
lust that Ann had never dreamed existed. Its very rawness brought a 
moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt 
the juice of her own pussy increase its flow between her legs, 
drenching Carlos' thrusting palm with its sticky moisture.

Carlos had seen the thick cock slither into Julia's mouth and Ann could 
feel his cock jerking under his pants against her in uncontrolled 
excitement. It was inciting him as it was her and she gasped as he 
leaned forward slightly pressing his moist lips against her ear and 
whispered, "Bend downward--I going to fuck you behind."

"Oh God, no, I can't, I told you I can't," she panted between clenched 
teeth unable to stop the rocking of her body against his hand.

"I fuck you good, and we see at the same time," he whispered again. The 
lewd words excited her strangely through the drugged hashish haze and 
she groaned in surrender as he pushed her upper body forward over the 
dressing table. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost fell, 
coming to rest on her elbows, her face resting inches from the mirror.

Her buttocks wavered in the air behind her and she shuddered as she 
felt Carlos hands lift her dress above her hips, bunching it around her 
wasp-like waist, and draw her thin white nylon panties down over the 
rounded white cheeks of her ass leaving them to hang at her knees. A 
cool rush of air hit her backside and she suddenly flushed in shame. 
Her whole rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation 
to any humiliation he might want to inflict on it. A last thought of 
Dave flickered through her conscience as she heard the metallic sound 
of a zipper behind her as Carlos opened his fly and his long thick cock 
burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought. He 
dropped to his knees behind her straining buttocks and licked moistly 
down the entire length of her sweating crevice stopping abruptly to 
flick the tip of his tongue into the tight puckered ring of her anus.

"Oh God," she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole 
crotch, teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered 
back against it, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and 
around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her helpless exposed 
loins. There was nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never 
known it before, it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole 
of her being and there was nothing else in the world now but the 
lashing tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of the dog 
downstairs ran through her mind and of his great slobbering tongue 
slithering over the naked genitals of the squirming girl. She knew what 
it was now and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she 
thought suddenly her entire body was going to explode in a thousand 
fragments.

Carlos stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up the moist 
crevice again, over her back and to the base of her spine, following 
the tiny bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by the 
flimsy bunched dress around her narrow waist.

He stood, and Ann suddenly quivered in fear as she felt the hugeness of 
the tight-swollen head of his penis press into the split between her 
wide-spread buttocks.

Oh Good, he's too big, the thought raced through her suddenly fear-
filled mind. He'll split me open!

Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward drawing away from the 
rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but it followed. Her 
forehead pressed tightly against the mirror. There was no where else to 
go! Her cringing body was trapped between the glass and the searching 
monster behind her.

He was going to impale her! Oh Christ, he was going to split her!

She felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, gripping them 
tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh. 

"Reach behind--put it in," he panted.

"Oh, no, no, I can't," Ann whimpered. "I just can't, it'll hurt."

"Put it in, I say!" he commanded again, digging his fingers tighter 
into her flesh.

"Ohhhh," Ann groaned as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed 
into painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In desperation, she 
reached back between her legs and closed her hand over his penis. It 
was enormous! Even far bigger than she had imagined! She could never 
take it all!

He squeezed again, this time bringing a louder sound of pain from her 
tortured lips. She tearfully placed the blunt, throbbing head against 
the tight, elastic opening of her vagina, biting down hard on her lower 
lip to hold back the tears of fright that were beginning to brim her 
eyes. She felt it begin a slow prodding and working against the set 
open lips, parting them and forcing its way inside the tight 
restricting ring of flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her 
secret passage. There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as 
though the tender lips of her vagina were being pulled asunder--then 
suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and Carlos's long thick cock 
slithered into her hot throbbing passage like the trunk of a tree. The 
heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her buttocks, pushing 
her face brutally against the mirror.

"Aaagggh!" she strangled through clenched teeth. Her vaginal passage 
was on fire. The great penis penetrating it felt like a great drill 
tunneling deep into her belly. Ann struggled and swung her buttocks in 
vain to escape the cruel impalement; it was no use. Carlos had skewered 
into her up to the hilt, she was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end 
of his rock-hard cock like a mounted insect. Ann's lips opened and 
closed in sensation and torment. Her cunt walls were afire from the 
unaccustomed size of the instrument imbedded in her belly. It felt as 
though he had penetrated all the way to her breasts. She moaned against 
the mirror, small circles of fog arising from the heat of her breath.

Through the daze of her pain, she saw Julia's soft lips on the other 
side of the mirror, clasping hungrily the growing white penis sawing 
into her mouth. The thin, elastic rim of her lips clung to it as though 
held there by some unseen fingers. Pete grinned lewdly above her as he 
fucked her mouth and watched Julia's lust-contorted face suck and lick 
at it like a child devouring a sucker. She had freed both hands now and 
had placed them behind Pete's swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, 
and was pulling them demoniacally to her. Ann could see fluid dripping 
from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her 
hollowing cheeks. Julia was reveling in the cruel humiliation Pete was 
subjecting her to--a masochistic light shining strangely in her glazed 
eyes.

Behind her, gasping and panting with delight Carlos began to rock 
rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her vagina. 
Gradually the pain eased and Ann, too, began to feel a strange 
masochistic pleasure ripple through her. Watching Julia succumbing to 
the depraved sucking of Pete's thick prick, coupled with the ravishment 
of her own cunt by a strange man was sending unfamiliar thrills of 
wicked pleasure coursing through her entire being. She began to 
undulate her buttocks lasciviously in circles in rhythm to the long 
thick cock fucking into her from behind.

"Oh God," she breathed suddenly back at him, "I like it, I like it, go 
on, go on."

Standing over her bent body, Carlos gritted his teeth and fucked in and 
out with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from 
the very tips of his toes. A feeling of absolute power rippled through 
him as he held her hips down in total subjection to the rock-hard cock 
skewering relentlessly into her. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges 
deep inside her giving way before the merciless onslaught of his 
piston-like cock.

His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs 
with sadistic strength, hurting her, squeezing groans from her tortured 
throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her mind and 
body.

He stretched the quivering moons of her buttocks wide with his fingers, 
watching in the dim light coming through the mirror, the pink folds of 
wet glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampant instrument. He 
levered forward suddenly on the tips of his toes sinking the plunging 
shaft the last remaining inch, he could feel the fleshy resistance deep 
inside spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his prick, 
bringing a soft, explosive sound from her lips as though the wind had 
been knocked from her. He sensed she had never been fucked this deep 
before and he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the 
virginal end of her channel and feeling its squeezing clasp gripping 
his rigidity like warm elastic. The soft enveloping tightness brought a 
tingle of delight shooting through his balls. His prick encased in the 
warm clasping sheath pulsated with lewd pleasure.

Ann's eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion. She spread her 
thighs wider, moving her feet apart stretching with difficulty the 
flimsy silk panties still hanging at her knees. She lowered her 
buttocks, forcing Carlos, behind her, to alter his position and follow 
her grinding buttocks to a shallower level. She could feel with obscene 
delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed tight into the cheeks of 
her buttocks as he strove deep inside her, the rough material of the 
pants pressed harshly against the backs of her thighs. The bushy, 
springy pubic hair around the base of his prick brushed tantalizingly 
against the soft inner edges of her ass. She dropped from her elbows to 
the flatness of the dressing table so that her breasts were squashed 
tightly against it and began to slowly rotate her upper torso. The 
hardness of the surface stung her tiny nipples into a greater hardness 
as she felt the tunneling instrument behind her embed its full length 
inside her. The distended, spongy head grazed against the flat hardness 
of her cervix, probing deep, deep where no one had before. Forgotten 
was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a stranger fucked her 
from behind, venting his lust in her delighted crotch, forgotten were 
the ruined panties hanging at her knees a lowered flag of her 
surrender--panties she had bought for Dave's homecoming. All that 
mattered, now, was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a 
fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this, she wanted to 
be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure wracked body.

Julia before her eyes was sucking at Pete's white expanding cock like a 
wild woman. To Ann's lust-glazed gaze, the thick, pummeling instrument 
seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion of Julia's face 
as Pete drove with hollowing buttocks forward like a pile-driver, 
sinking far into Julia's mouth until the course red hair of his loins 
brushed the tip of her nose. His balls dancing beneath, slapped in 
unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.

Dimly, Ann thought, God! he's going to strangle her! He's going to cum 
in her mouth until his hot sticky fluid floods into her mouth in 
torrents. He'll kill her! He'll kill her!

And as she watched, horrified, Pete jerked his cock suddenly from 
Julia's sucking lips, holding the huge, red gland about two inches 
away, and with an expiring groan from his wet, red lips, it began 
spewing hot, sticky cum directly into her wide-open mouth. The thin, 
quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth 
to the brim. Julia swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of 
the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her Adam's-apple bobbed up and down 
rapidly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis spewing its 
lewd sperm into her face. Ann groaned at the obscene picture of Julia's 
self-inflicted humiliation, as Pete's cock throbbed out its last 
remaining spurts of liquid and thin strings of the hot sticky fluid ran 
down from the tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips--liking them 
in an obscene spider web of sexual connection.

As she watched Julia desperately lift her head off the bed to take the 
deflating penis between her lips Ann felt Carlos's hands pulling at her 
hips from behind. She limply allowed her body to be pulled away from 
the dressing table and the passion-stimulating sight of her friend's 
ravishment through the mirror. He had turned her body now and with his 
hands on her back kept her in a bent position as he forced her to 
waddle, stiff-legged before him, toward the bed faintly visible in the 
dim light that came through the mirror. Carlos moved slowly, joggling 
her still-impaled body on the end of his extended cock. The strength of 
his fingers gripping her hips and upper thighs kept her from slipping 
off him and losing the lustful coupling of their bodies. He paused at 
the edge of the bed.

"Crawl up," he commanded from behind her. "Despacio--so he not come 
out."

Ann's resistance was completely crushed now and she complied 
obediently, lifting first one knee and then the other to the resilient 
mattress. Then, she was kneeling on the bed; Carlos stood behind her 
with his huge cock still buried deep in the crevice of her vagina. "Go 
forward," he whispered again.

She tried to, but lost her balance and fell face down on the bed 
dragging him with her. His weight crushed her smaller body into the 
mattress and his penis--from the force of the fall--rammed forward to 
jab painfully against the blunt, solid end of her cervix.

Ann gave a sharp cry at the sudden, sharp pain. Her legs flung wide to 
alleviate the hurt, her toes digging fruitlessly into the soft 
mattress. She clenched her buttocks tightly together in an attempt to 
keep his thick tormenting instrument from penetrating deeper. She 
couldn't stand the pain.

"Come up," he hissed from behind, "it's pulling out."

"I-I can't. Oh God, I can't. It's killing me," she whimpered into the 
mattress. 

"We'll turn over, it's slipping out."

She could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool 
rush of air to her tortured loins, suddenly freed from the weight of 
his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only momentary. The pain 
that existed before was replaced by a different pain ... that of 
unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while watching 
Julia being skewered from behind, returned at the same time, only in 
greater force. Her body mindlessly followed the dictates of his hands 
as they coursed over her, removing her clothing. The remains of her 
torn panties--bought for her husband's homecoming were pulled hurriedly 
from her calves. She rolled over quickly to allow the thin summer dress 
to be drawn over her head. And she heard through the haze of the 
hashish cigarette, its soft rustle as it was thrown hurriedly to the 
floor. Magic hands snatched the bra away and she could feel the cool 
rush of air over her whole body now as the large, firm orbs were freed 
from their nylon-strapped prison. There was nothing else left--she was 
totally naked except for her black high heeled pumps--her quivering 
white nudity was completely at Carlos' mercy.

In the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being 
stripped from Carlos' body as she trembled nakedly, half fear and half 
impatience, Then ... a slight movement of the bed ... hands searching 
over her--pulling her thighs wide apart ... the mattress sagging 
slightly from a weight crawling between her spread legs ... urgent 
hands parting the lips of her throbbing vagina ... and suddenly the 
blunt stab of a fiery pole of flesh.

Her whole body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned in 
abandoned welcome to the deliciously-punishing instrument sinking deep 
into her cunt. Her face contorted with passion, cries of ecstasy 
escaped her tightly-clenched teeth

"O-Oh God," she gasped as Carlos' hands slipped under the rounded moons 
of her buttocks, raising them and at the same time, straining his cock 
forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was 
moaning incoherently and wound her warm and smooth legs around his hips 
as he thrust into her. The smooth, velvet folds of her vagina held him, 
squeezing tightly around his rigid column, until she could feel every 
inch of skin on his rigid, pulsing cock. This madness she had never 
known--total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her drugged mind 
reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her buttocks up tight against 
his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his balls 
pressed hard into the wet, wide-stretched crevice below her vagina. The 
soft, hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer 
rings of her tiny naked anus sending shivers of lewd delight surging 
through her fluttering nerve-ends.

There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no 
Dave, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly 
smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.

"Ooooh yes, yes, fuck it hard, darling, fuck it hard, Give it to 
meeeh!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching orgasm and her body 
had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and 
contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to 
her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild 
stallion with the heels of her shoes digging into his hard-muscled 
buttocks.

Ann saw the flash of light as the lamps in the room flicked on and 
clenched her eyes tightly to block it out. Through the haze of hashish 
and passion she was vaguely aware of someone entering the room but 
nothing mattered except the body driving it into her from above.

"God damn," she heard a voice like Pete's breathe, "look at little Miss 
Frigid go."

"I told you to be patient, dear, the hashish would get to her," a 
Julia-like voice laughed triumphantly. "Think you'll like having a 
little of that?"

"Man, is she tender! If Carlos don't fuck her to death, I will. Let's 
call Ramon and some of the others. We shouldn't leave our host out of 
something this good."

"That's fine with me," the Julia-voice answered through Ann's haze, "I 
want to see the stuck-up little bitch screwed within an inch of her 
life. She's been Miss Bigstuff around the office too long. It'll be 
good for her to be taken down a peg or two."

The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd by the 
minute, but it didn't matter. Her body was white-hot. Her head flailed 
from side to side wildly, her mouth open in abandon. The onlookers were 
forgotten as she swung her thighs up and clasped Carlos' hips with the 
backs of her calves, winding her tapered legs all the way around his 
body. Her ankles locked tightly together high on his back, spiraling 
her ravenously hungry vagina up the full length of his slippery, 
plunging shaft.

"Jesus Christ, look at that tight little pussy climb!" the Pete voice 
gasped hotly as a bright orange flash filled the room. "Don't split it, 
Carlos boy, don't split it. Save some for big Daddy here."

Ann's body drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum and could 
not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly probing the 
hot, tingling walls of her oozing vagina with the fiery tips of their 
three-pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove 
wildly for the end--an infinitesimal second away. 

And then--and then--it happened.

Carlos clamped his mouth tightly down on hers starting a long, low 
groan that swelled to shout as he began spewing his hot sperm deep up 
into her hot, slippery passage. She could feel it jet into her in great 
gushing torrents--deflating his jerking penis with each white hot 
spurt. She was still just seconds away.

"Nooo! Noooo! Darling, wait! Wait! Please, wait for me!" she sobbed her 
frustration into his mouth. But it was useless. She squeezed her 
buttocks up against a softening penis which had lost its mastery over 
her seething emotions. Her spiked heels pounded desperately into 
Carlos' spent body. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her 
still gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her.

Ann was beside herself now, the end was so near and yet so far. She 
kicked her legs wide out in the air her own hands manipulating 
ineffectually the hair-lined slit between her thighs. She dug into 
herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths of the 
vanquished cock that had a moment before betrayed her to the demons of 
unfulfillment.

The bright orange Washes struck again as suddenly her ankles were 
grasped by heavy hands.

"Come on baby, Big Daddy's gonna show you what a fuckin' is like."

She gasped at the force in the powerful fingers and looked up through 
the narrow, hazy slits of lust-smoked eyes.

It was Pete! His flushed, jowled face leered at her from between her 
wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily 
froze Ann's quivering body into stillness. She lay immobile as a 
cornered mouse before a stalking cat, stoically waiting to be devoured 
by it. He levered her unresisting legs up off the bed in an arc far 
back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the 
mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent 
back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The 
glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a bound 
maiden in sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up 
position, his hands holding her ankles back to the bed, his thick 
rejuvenated cock aimed straight at her helpless up turned split.

"Ram it to her, Pete." the Julia voice spat venomously through her 
pain. "Jam it up to her tits. I want a good shot of this."

"What'll it be baby, suck or fuck?" he snarled down at her, cruelly.

Ann shuddered--torn between the hot desire scorching her still 
throbbing vagina and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that 
flickered through her confused thoughts. She rolled her head from side 
to side, tears of frustration streaming down the edges of her cheeks

"Well come on, Miss Frigid," Pete taunted the squirming girl held in 
the helpless, lewd position. "Big Daddy wants to dip it now."

"Fuck me!" Ann hissed between clenched teeth, the fire licking through 
her loins spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position 
in which he was holding her. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes she 
could see a faint form standing over them by the edge of the bed. It 
looked like Julia ... others were there too but she could not make out 
the faint, blurred images and now it wasn't important; the fire of 
unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her pulsating cunt and nothing 
else mattered.

Julia smiled and tripped the camera she was holding again and again. A 
smile of triumph lined her lips.

"Go on! Fuck it! Fuck it, I said," Ann screamed again at Pete's leering 
form and wiggled her buttocks at him in lewd unmistakable invitation.

He needed no further invitation. His heavy body dropped down on her 
twisting form like a sack of cement, smashing her full, tight breasts 
tightly back onto her chest. His thick pole plunged into her hungry 
waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds 
of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel searching head.

Ann cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its 
thickness. But it was only momentary, the greedy moist walls clasped 
around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its 
length to the hilt. His balls smacked into the wet crevice of her 
buttocks. She groaned in relief at the filling of her stretched passage 
as he began a heavy deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head 
rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth opened in abandoned ecstasy. 
It didn't take long. She had been so close before and with the thick, 
expanding cock digging into her like a jack-hammer, the cords on her 
neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign. 

"I--I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she 
pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm cumming--aaaaaah!" Her 
hands darted behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal 
frenzy deeper and deeper into her spread crotch. Her cum juice flowed 
wetly out around his still driving prick, flowing down the crevice of 
her buttocks and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against 
her tight puckered anus.

"Give it to her, Pete," the Julia-voice goaded excitedly from somewhere 
in the distance. "Shoot it in her."

Spurred on by Ann's twisting body below he dug more deeply into her, 
forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, 
doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine out 
of control. Bright flashes filled the room again as Ann, beneath him, 
continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in 
unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her bouncing ass.

Above her, Pete groaned and she could feel the hot waves of his sperm 
shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the 
pool Carlos had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved 
sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling 
her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls 
of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking 
organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Ann's firm young body was drained 
of everything, her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as Pete's grip on 
her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled as she felt the heavy 
weight lift from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked 
form. The Julia-voice spoke in the distance as she faded to deep 
peaceful unconsciousness

"Take a turn Ramon, she's not dead yet and I need a few shots with some 
imagination. See what you can do."


Chapter 11

The darkened room with the blinds drawn looked vaguely familiar and she 
knew she had seen it before somewhere. But what was she doing in it? 
This wasn't her apartment. Then she remembered. Of course, we came to 
Tijuana yesterday. It's my hotel room. Ann started to move in the bed, 
and then felt the excruciating pain.

"Ohhh," she groaned aloud. "What's happened to me?"

Her head felt strangely thick and it was difficult to think. Avery 
muscle in her body seemed to be tied in tiny knots. She lay still for a 
moment--then she recalled the horrible dream she had last night.

That obscene sickening show--all those men--Julia's voice encouraging 
them on ...

The impact suddenly hit her.

"My God, it happened!"

In spite of the pain, she sat up quickly. Questions began to run 
through her head faster than her muddled mind would check them--how did 
I get home? Who dressed me?--it's my nightgown I'm wearing! Why did it 
happen? Why, why?

She stumbled from the bed and lurched heavily to the bathroom mirror, 
looking into it quickly.

"My God," she moaned, "it did happen, it wasn't a nightmare!" Heavy 
lines marred her fresh, young skin. Her eyes were sunk deeply into her 
head as though she had aged years since yesterday.

She looked down. Her body was a mass of bruises that centered around 
her breasts and inner thighs. Her breasts were almost raw and even the 
soft nylon gown rubbing against the tips sent sharp waves of 
excruciating pain through them. She suddenly vomited, sobbing 
hysterically.

"Oh, it didn't happen, it didn't, it just couldn't," she babbled 
incoherently over and over to herself, still hanging over the basin. 
"I'll ask Julia, she'll tell me it didn't happen, she'll tell me it 
didn't happen."

"Julia, Julia!" she screamed hysterically, half staggering, half 
crawling to the living room.

There was no answer. She could see the door to Julia's room was open 
and the bed immaculately made. The maid had already cleaned it.

Ann looked at the clock, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, she had 
slept the entire day!

She collapsed on the couch, sobbing hysterically. After a few minutes, 
she saw the envelope on the coffee table. It was addressed to her and 
she picked it up and hesitantly opened it. There was just a short note 
inside but it said a million words: 

Ann, darling I'm letting you sleep. I'll be back about six. 
Incidentally, you were the hit of the party last night. I didn't 
realize you had such hidden talents, dear. 

Love, Julia 

Then it was true, it hadn't just been a bad dream and it had been Julia 
who had led her into it and encouraged Carlos and Ramon and God only 
knows how many others to do those terrible, depraved things to her. 
What possessed Julia to do such a thing? What did she have against her? 
Ann had trusted her--accepted her as a friend and protector. True, she 
hadn't accepted many of the invitations Julia had offered but that 
couldn't possibly have offended her that much ...

Ann pondered these things, unable to answer any of the questions that 
still ran through her mind.

One thing for certain, she couldn't face Julia or the others again She 
had to leave before they returned. She phoned the desk.

"This is Mrs. Morrow, can you tell me when the next bus leaves for San 
Diego?"

"Si, Senora, they leave every half an hour. You can take one anytime," 
the voice answered.

"Would you please send someone up for my bags in fifteen minutes, then. 
I'll be leaving," Ann said.

"Right away, Senora. Do you want a taxi?"

"Yes, please."

In spite of the pain through her body, Ann managed to dress and pack 
her bags quickly. She was spurred by the thought Julia might return and 
Ann just could not be there to face her, she had to get away.

She made it, and with a sigh of relief she settled back in the soft 
Greyhound bus seat. She couldn't help but compare the difference in her 
feelings today and yesterday. She could remember the elation she had 
felt when they had arrived. It was her chance to relax and release a 
few of the tensions she had built up worrying about Dave.

True, she had been a bit upset with the boy who had reached in the car 
and brazenly squeezed her breast but that had passed quickly.

She had entered this hateful city a faithful wife, who loved her 
husband more than anything else, and was leaving it as a woman who had 
been used by other men --she didn't even know how many--to fulfill 
their obscene desires. Worse yet, she had been betrayed by her own body 
that had bucked and twisted in its own lustful fulfillment beneath its 
attackers.

She wondered what warped thing in Julia's mind could have caused Julia 
to lead her into that perverted party last night ... and worse, stand 
by and encourage it while her drugged body had been subjected to the 
most depraved indignities.

Perhaps it was something in human nature that enjoyed seeing the 
humiliation of others--she remembered for the first time her own 
reaction when she had seen Julia rocking in uncontrollable passion 
beneath Pete's slavering mouth and tongue. She had been repulsed at 
first, but then had stayed and watched in fascination, unable to tear 
her eyes away until her own unleashed desires had permitted Carlos to 
lift her away and take possession of her hungry body.

She tried to think more about it but the soft drone of the bus engine 
and her still-exhausted body conquered her mind. She would rest first 
and then try to make some sense out of the awful twenty-four hours she 
had just experienced. She slept heavily in the soft comfort of the 
seat--her mind quiet for the moment.


Chapter 12

The laughing boy raced happily down the narrow sandy beach plunging 
headlong into the cool, clear water. His arms flailed wildly, splashing 
like a hooked salmon for a moment, then he stood up, knuckling the 
water from his eyes with his forefingers.

"Auntie Ann, Auntie Ann," he yelled at the tan blonde girl lying on the 
blanket not too far away. "Come on in, come on in and race me to the 
raft!"

"Okay, Jimmy," she yelled back slipping a white bathing cap over her 
long blonde hair. "Be right there--I'll bet you an ice cream I win."

She ran over to where he was waiting and jumped in beside him, 
splashing handfuls of water in his face at the same time.

"Don't, Don't" he cried, "I can't see to race you."

She stopped long enough for him to clean his eyes again and then said, 
"Okay, get ready--one, two, three, go!"

They both splashed off into the water and swam toward the raft anchored 
some one hundred feet out in the lake. Ann could feel her hands cutting 
cleanly into the cool clear water in front of her, pulling her body 
swiftly after them.

She had never felt better. She had been here in the mountains with 
Laura, Dave's sister, for over two weeks now and the scars of the ill-
fated trip to Tijuana were gradually healing.

She had returned to San Diego and immediately packed her bags and left.

She never intended to see Julia again, which of course, meant giving up 
her job at the store, but it didn't matter.

She had not even bothered to notify her supervisor that she was 
quitting. She still had several days pay coming but decided to 
sacrifice it for fear they would want a forwarding address through 
which Julia could trace her if she had a desire to do so--though why 
would she? Julia had her revenge or what ever it was she wanted. She 
couldn't humiliate her anymore than she already had. Ann had been more 
afraid that Julia would try to see her to apologize and felt the whole, 
hideous nightmare had been a mistake, but she couldn't bear to face 
anyone connected with it.

After several days in the cool mountain air with Laura and Jimmy, the 
impact of the initial shock had worn off. She had been able to think a 
little more clearly and put the sordid affair into a more logical 
perspective.

Her first hysterical reaction had been to sit down and try and write 
Dave a letter admitting all that happened. This had not worked. She 
must have written it over at least twenty times becoming almost ill 
again each time from the bitter memories the words stirred within her. 
Each time she re-read what she had written, she had burned it in 
disgust. It just didn't say what had really happened--how she had been 
led on and deceived by Julia, whom she'd trusted--led on until she'd 
gone too far ... and her body betrayed her.

Dave would never understand, and she finally decided that it wasn't 
fair to him to suffer a momentary failure on her part. She still loved 
him as before, perhaps more with the knowledge that she had let her 
body betray her. She, alone, should suffer for this and she was 
determined to protect him from the secret--no matter how it might hurt 
her.

She knew she would never be able to curl up in his lap again and 
playfully nip at his ear with girlish innocence without thoughts of 
that horrible night. This would be her penance alone to bear and the 
scar would last as long as she lived. Time might dim the memory but 
could never erase it.

She and Jimmy finished their swim and returned to the cabin for late 
lunch with Laura.

"I think you need an afternoon rest, young man," she said to him as 
they were walking back.

"Aw, no I don't, Auntie Ann, don't say that to Mom," he pleaded.

"All right, I won't," she smiled. "If you promise to lie quietly on the 
blanket this afternoon if we go back to the lake."

"Okay, Okay, I promise," he said happily, knowing he had won without 
much of a fight.

Ann mused at the way he was able to twist her around his little finger 
anytime he felt like it. Perhaps it was because he was the kind of 
little boy she would want when Dave returned. They weren't going to 
wait any longer she vowed. If only he hadn't wanted to wait until he 
returned from sea duty, things would have been so different now.

Laura greeted them at the door with a smile. "Well, did you two have a 
good swim?"

"We sure did," Jimmy bubbled. "I beat her a mile racing to the raft."

"He's a good swimmer," Ann agreed, patting the top of his head as he 
rushed off to wash his hands for lunch.

"You look pretty bubbly, too," Laura said, looking at Ann. "I think 
your little vacation with us has been a good thing. You know, I was a 
little concerned when you first arrived."

"It has been wonderful, Laura, I just don't know how to thank you," she 
squeezed her hand gratefully. "I was awfully lonely and worried about 
Dave," she lied, "but I think I've recovered now."

"I know you were, dear. We're just happy to have the chance to help 
you."

They had lunch on the front porch and Ann was ravenous after the 
morning swim. Jimmy chattered incessantly until Laura admonished him 
for speaking with food in his mouth.

After lunch, Ann drove with Laura down to the village to do the grocery 
shopping. On the way back, they stopped at the village post office.

"I should have a letter from Bill," Laura said. "He's supposed to let 
me know if he can drive up on Friday. It's easier for him and gives him 
three full days here."

"No mail for you today, Laura," Mr. Green said from behind the window, 
"but got two for you, Ann. One from the navy and the other registered."

Mr. Green handed her Dave's letter and she signed for the other. It was 
a large plain manila envelope. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it 
was post-marked San Diego. No one was supposed to know she was here.

"It must be pretty important if its registered, aren't you going to 
open it, Ann?" Laura said on the way home after she had read Dave's 
letter.

"No," Ann answered hesitantly, "it's nothing, just some papers I had 
been expecting from the store."

When they arrived back at the cabin, Ann went to her room quickly and 
locked the door, trembling. She knew it must be from Julia. There was 
no one else but how did she know where to find her! She had not even 
left a forwarding address with her land-lady. She had even cabled Dave 
and told him to write her at his brother-in-laws' summer cabin for the 
next month or so.

Oh, it's probably nothing, she told herself and ripped the envelope 
open.

Ann was suddenly stunned--there lying on the bed beside her where they 
had fallen were the most shocking photographs she had ever seen. They 
were all of her and different men. The men were doing the most horrible 
things to her--and worse--she seemed to be enjoying it.

Ann groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes, trying to blot out 
the sudden horrible reminder of that evening.

She lay there several minutes without moving; then sat up again slowly. 
There was a typewritten note attached: 

"Sorry I missed you in San Diego. I wanted to give you the other copies 
to these. You can get them back next Wednesday night at eight-thirty at 
Max's house. Otherwise, Dave might like to receive them as souvenirs of 
the trip his darling wife won to Mexico. I'm sure that would help a 
fighting man's morale."

P.S. Your mother said you were enjoying your vacation. 

There was no signature but there could be no mistake about who sent 
them.

Suddenly from deep in her sub-conscious, she remembered the bright 
orange flashes going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her 
passion-crazed mind had not related them to a flash camera at that time 
but it was unmistakably clear that's what they were

In horror, she picked them up and began to shuffle through them. She 
could recognize Carlos, Pete and Ramon, the sneaky fat little Mexican 
who had let them in the club that night, but there were others she had 
never seen before. All seemed to be having a contest to see who could 
heap the greatest indignity on her helpless naked body. They had turned 
her every way possible and in several of the pictures, she was between 
two of them, each using her defenseless body in a different way to 
satisfy their lusts. Her face, contorted in passion, was plainly 
visible in each of the photographs and she seemed to be pleading for 
more of what she was receiving.

Ann almost vomited again, but instead, vented her despair on the 
pictures, tearing them into tiny pieces and stuffing them back in the 
envelope. She put them out on her stone window sill and set a match to 
them, burning them to ash. The wind swept them away and for a moment it 
gave her a respite. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the 
ashes swirling away into the air

It was not until the last ash had vanished that the terrible impact hit 
her. What would they expect her to pay to return the copies? They knew 
she didn't have money

The pieces began to fall in place--pick them up at Max's house!--Max 
had always wanted her and she remembered his fat lustful leers when she 
had walked by him; his almost drooling down the front of her dress when 
he would stop her to talk in the store. It dawned on her then, Max had 
put Julia up to this. When he couldn't get her to come to his parties, 
he had fixed it so she had won the trip with Julia. Pete and Carlos 
weren't accidental meetings--Max wanted her badly enough to arrange all 
of this! All of it had been a plot to put her in a position where she 
couldn't refuse Max! Julia was angry with her because Max wanted her 
more than he did her!

It was only five more days until Wednesday. She had to think ... she 
had to--there must be another way out.


Chapter 13

Ann returned to San Diego on Tuesday. She decided for Dave's sake she 
had to get the other copies of those pictures at all costs. Perhaps, 
she could make them understand--she was certain she could, if she could 
just talk to Julia. She would explain about Dave and how he was and 
what their plans were for the future. She just knew she could make 
Julia understand.

She had tried to reach her by phone all Tuesday night and Wednesday but 
she was absent from the store and there no answer at her apartment. 
Late Wednesday afternoon, in desperation, she had gone over to her 
apartment, but Julia was nowhere to be found.

Ann was beginning to panic. It was seven-thirty and she still hadn't 
contacted Julia. She would have to go to Max's house. She dreaded this 
more than anything in the world but she just had to be there. She knew 
they wouldn't hesitate to send the photographs to Dave if she didn't.

She poured herself a glass of scotch and drank it down after she 
stepped from the shower. Then, the phone rang. Julia's voice was on the 
other end.

"I'm glad you came back, dear. Max would have been most unhappy if you 
hadn't."

"Julia, I've got to talk to you," Ann pleaded. "You don't understand my 
position.

"It's too late now, dear, but remember this, you had better be real 
good to Max. He has the photographs and he might give them to you if 
you please him--and don't be late, he won't like it."

"But Julia ..." Ann cried almost desperately.

"Another thing," Julia interrupted, "Max likes brief, black 
underthings. Wear those new ones you've been saving for Dave."

With that Julia hung up.

Ann was shaking violently after talking to Julia. Now she was desperate 
to get the pictures back. She drank another shot of Scotch to give her 
courage; put on the panties and bra Julia suggested. They were sheer 
and she wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming--but now it 
would not be possible. Over these, she put on a thin clinging white 
silk cocktail dress that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating 
at the lake these past two weeks.

She took a last look at herself in the mirror and a last shot of 
Scotch. The sun had bleached her hair a more golden color then it had 
been in months and it contrasted beautifully with the healthy bronze of 
her skin.

She wanted to be as alluring as possible in hope she could convince Mr. 
Schroeder to give her the pictures without compromising herself too 
much. Julia's words haunted her all the way to his house, "If you 
please him enough, if you please him enough."

* * *

Ann's taxi stopped at a beautiful spacious home built in Spanish style 
and reminded Ann disconcertingly of Mexico. It was quiet and there were 
no other cars around. She had a momentary sense of panic and wanted to 
tell the driver to take her back to the city but her desire to recover 
the pictures overcame it.

She gathered her courage and rang the bell. A white-uniformed butler 
answered and led her into the large sunken living room. Ann's breath 
was taken away for a moment; almost half the room was occupied by a 
large emerald-green swimming pool that extended into it from the patio. 
A waterfall cascaded down one rock wall and bubbled into the pool. 
This, coupled with the magnificent tropical plants about the room, gave 
it the appearance of an island paradise.

"Mr. Schroeder will be down shortly," the butler announced. "Shall I 
serve Madam a martini?"

"Yes, please," Ann answered. She wanted something that might still the 
nervous trembling of her body. She had expected others to be here, 
particularly Julia, and she didn't know what to do to face Max alone. 
Her carefully-planned speeches to Julia were useless.

She gulped at the large martini the butler brought her, hoping it might 
infuse new ideas and confidence into her to replace that destroyed by 
the sudden change of circumstances.

She had almost finished when heavy nasal breathing came from behind 
her. She almost jumped from the couch in surprise, but alcohol had 
slowed her reactions enough that she couldn't get up before he spoke.

"Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly. "I've waited a 
long time for you to accept one of my invitations."

"I--I just came to get those pictures, Mr. Schroeder," Ann blurted, 
trembling.

He walked slowly around to sit down by her, leering at her ripe young, 
body as he did--lips quivering in anticipation.

"Of course, my dear Ann--you don't mind my calling you Ann, do you?" 

"No, no I don't," she said quickly, afraid.

"Then you call me Max," he said not taking his eyes from her body. "I 
think we shall get along well."

"Sidney!" he called to the butler. "Another martini for Mrs. Morrow and 
a soda and ice for me. I don't drink; ulcers you know, from the 
pressures of business."

The butler appeared immediately with the drinks and Ann took hers 
quickly. The first one, on top of the Scotch she had at home, had begun 
to dull her senses slightly, but she welcomed that. She could see 
already from the way Max's eyes roved over her hungrily it would not be 
easy to accomplish her purpose. She was going to need all the courage 
she could muster, from a bottle or not.

"Now, Ann, let's talk business," Max said softly. "I've got something 
you want--and you've got something I want. I think we should make a 
straight business trade."

"Mr. Schroeder," Ann said, the drinks giving her courage a slight lift, 
"you don't understand. Julia said I just had to come here to get the 
pictures, and that's all I want."

"Young woman," Max's voice grew cool, "I spent a lot of money to get 
those pictures--you're going to work to get them back."

"What--what do you want of me?" Ann's voice faded to a whisper.

"You know very well what I want but perhaps not now. You see, I have 
very special tastes and it takes a very special kind of girl to fulfill 
them. I think you could be that special girl, Ann."

"Me, I-I don't know anything--I-I've never made love to anyone but my 
husband before except once. I-I just couldn't, Mr. Schroeder, honestly 
I couldn't," Ann stammered.

"You can try," Max coaxed, thick lips shining from licking them.

"No, please, I can't, I just can't, I won't do anything." Ann started 
to get up but he grabbed her arm tightly. 

"Well, my pretty young innocent, let's just see what you will do and 
won't do." He pulled the package of pictures from his robe pocket and 
began shuffling them

"Let's consider what Lt. Morrow would like to see best," he gloated. 
"Here, what about this one?"

He thrust the lewd thing in front of Ann's face. It was one with she 
and Ramon. She was spread-eagle on the bed, her heels pressing tightly 
into the mattress. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling his face 
tightly between her wide-spread thighs where he was paying her ultimate 
homage with lips and tongue. Every sinew in her body was straining for 
the final physical achievement. Her mouth was open and her face 
contorted with crazed, raw lust.

"Or what about this one, how would he like this?" Max chuckled 
obscenely as he tormented the girl with one after another of the lewd 
photographs, describing in degrading detail Ann's actions in each. His 
breath was heavier now, apparent that the pictures and the humiliation 
he was inflicting upon her made him desire her even more.

He watched her grimaces of recollection closely as he described a 
particular picture, holding it before her to make certain she was 
following his commentary in detail. 

Then he came to the one with two men.

"This is a real gem," Max tormented. "Julia said you really enjoyed 
this combination. The lieutenant would be most pleased to know his wife 
is spending her time furthering her education and making new friends 
while he's away. Don't you agree, my dear?" He smiled lewdly at her.

Ann's head reeled from the humiliation of sitting here with this vile 
fat man while his beady eyes absorbed every action on the glossy 
prints. She was almost sick from the degrading monologue he uttered 
using the most obscene words imaginable in his lurid descriptions of 
them.

She attempted one last desperate act of bravado, hoping to frighten him 
into giving her the prints and letting her go. She looked him coldly in 
the eye, her courage spurred by desperation and alcohol.

"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Schroeder and I'm going to bring 
the police back with me. You know blackmail is against the law."

"My dear," he said after a short silence. "I would simply tell them you 
come here often and became angry when I wouldn't double your price."

"They--they would never believe you. I've never even gone out with 
another man," Ann said angrily.

"Don't be nave, Ann dear, if I give the word, prints of these pictures 
could be sold in every bar in San Diego by tomorrow. I could even make 
certain the Officer's Club had a few sets. I'm certain they would find 
a good market. It would then be the word of a respectable businessman 
against that of a girl who poses for dirty pictures."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ann said, standing up suddenly, "you wouldn't 
dare!"

Max leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Ann's 
face knocking her back on the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a 
slight trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth.

"Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything, my dear," he shouted angrily 
at her, spittle spraying in her face. "If you want these pictures, I'll 
be waiting upstairs in the second room on the right. It's your last 
chance you little bitch and I'm tired of wasting my time. Sidney, bring 
Mrs. Morrow another martini," he called to the waiting butler.

Ann sat in a state of shock and watched him disappear up the stairs. 
She dabbed lifelessly at the trickle of blood with the wet cloth Sidney 
had brought her. What could she do? Julia's words from the phone came 
back to her, "If you please him enough ..." My god, she thought, what 
could be enough for a man like this! She had come to the bitter 
realization that she had no choice. If she didn't do as he commanded 
her, she would lose Dave and he would be humiliated beyond belief. 
Every pilot in the navy would have pictures of his wife engaged in un-
natural acts of love with other men. With his fierce pride in himself 
and her, he wouldn't take it. Ann didn't know what he might do.

"Sidney," she called, "hurry with my drink."

The butler brought it with a knowing smile on his lips. He knows I've 
decided to go to him, she thought. I wonder how many times he's seen 
this happen? She downed the martini quickly and walked to the stairs. 
She wanted to get it over with quickly and get away with that envelope. 
Then, perhaps could she live a normal life again.


Chapter 14

The door was slightly ajar, and Ann stood for what seemed an eternity 
before she entered. She had decided she had no choice but to submit. He 
had her exactly where he wanted her and if she had to degrade herself 
again to save her husband from humiliation, she would do so. She had 
created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness and there was 
no one to get her out of it but herself.

The last martini had braced her a little and she felt prepared to go 
through with it now in spite of her revulsion toward the vile, little 
man who had her at his mercy.

Max was lounging back in a white, ermine covered chair, a long black 
cigar hanging from his thick lips. He had the pictures in one hand, 
which he had obviously been looking at, and a glass of soda and ice in 
the other. Aim didn't speak but just stood inside the door with her 
arms hanging limply at her sides.

"I'm glad you made an intelligent decision about this, my dear," he 
purred, removing the cigar from his lips and running his tongue wetly 
around his lips. "After all, I'm not so bad am I"

Ann left the question unanswered and kept her eyes to the floor. She 
couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"I want the pictures first, Mr. Schroeder," she finally brought herself 
to say.

"Oh no, my dear Ann," Max said dropping them in a manila envelope and 
sealing it. "We'll play a little game, and if you're a real good little 
girl, you can pick them up and walk out. If not, then we'll just have 
to see what other arrangements we can make."

"How do I know you'll give them to me?" she cried.

"You'll just have to trust me my dear, you have no other choice. Now do 
you?" he said. "Come, we'll go to my special room. Would you like 
Sidney to bring you another drink?"

"Yes, yes I would," she answered quickly. She knew she was going to 
need as much fortification as she could get.

"What about something to eat, some roast pheasant, caviar?"

"No, I don't feel like eating," Ann answered. She could think of 
nothing more revolting than eating with him and didn't want to prolong 
her agony any longer than necessary.

He led her down the corridor to another room which had a heavy door and 
was secured by a huge padlock.

"This is my playroom," he chuckled, as though expecting Ann to laugh at 
his ill-timed joke. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the 
portal.

"Come in, my dear, and see what you think of my little chamber."

Ann followed--then suddenly froze in her tracks, shocked.

It was the strangest room she had ever seen. It was quite large, the 
entire ceiling and an entire wall were completely covered with mirrors. 
The other wall was painted with a mural, showing the lewdest sexual 
acts imaginable. It was a huge orgy; done so realistically, the tangled 
mass of bodies and limbs seemed to be alive. There must have been over 
a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three four, 
and five.

"It's a masterpiece," Max said when she noticed Ann's eyes were on it. 
"I had six of Mexico's finest artists working on it for over a year. 
It's probably their greatest work and they don't even know where it 
is." Max laughed. "I had them blindfolded each day and brought here 
from fifty miles away. You see my dear, money can do anything--it even 
has you here."

Sidney had arrived with the drinks and left a thermos of Martini's for 
Ann on the table. She could hear the click of the bolt in the door as 
he left.

She was glad he had brought her the Martini's--she would need them to 
go through this ordeal. Max poured her one and led her along the mural, 
explaining in detail, as with the pictures of her, the lewd actions of 
each group though they spoke clearly for themselves.

There was a thick, white fur carpet covering the floor that felt nice 
to Ann's shoeless feet. Max made her take them off--as he did--when 
they entered, explaining he never allowed shoes on the fur rug.

"And now, my dear, the work bench," he said with a sly grin. He pressed 
a button opening long, black drapes and revealed the hugest bed Ann had 
ever seen.

It was covered in the same white fur as the floor and it was surrounded 
by several large lounge chairs, similarly upholstered. Along the wall 
were large racks, filled with the strangest instruments imaginable. 
They ranged from cats-o-nine tails to long, thin rods with fluffy 
feathers on the ends. She had heard of such things but had never seen 
them before. They were ghastly and she felt fear rise at the weird 
collection. Only a madman could find pleasure in their use.

She sipped her Martini nervously now, deciding she had better humor 
him. There was no escape with the door locked; screams would bring no 
help this far out in the country.

Max led her into a little room off to the side. In it were racks of 
strange costumes in all sizes and colors, though most were black. Ann 
remembered Julia reminding her that Max liked black.

"And here, my lovely Ann, is my prized collection." He opened a large 
closet and she could see at least fifty pairs of brief panties of every 
type and color.

"There are mementos of my previous guests," he explained. "Yours will 
add to it. I hope you have chosen them well."

He patted Ann familiarly on her buttocks and she shrank away, repulsed 
by his touch.

"Now, now, my dear, don't be frightened," Max coaxed softly. "We're 
going to get to know each other very well tonight so we must start out 
on the right foot. You don't want me to get angry, do you?" He patted 
his robe where he had placed the envelope. "Come back to the playroom, 
and I'll explain the rules of our little game."

Ann followed meekly, her eyes glued to the envelope he was carrying in 
his hand. He opened a small door that looked like a wall safe and 
pressed a button. A thin nylon rope descended from a hole in the 
mirrored ceiling directly above the bed. He made her stand upon the bed 
on her tip-toes until she could just touch it with the tips of her 
fingers. He then made her get off and lowered it further, attaching the 
envelope to it with a clip. He pressed another button that drew it 
almost up to the ceiling again Ann could see a small clock within on 
which he turned dials carefully.

"There we are, my dear," he smiled, closing the small door and locking 
it. "The envelope will descend one foot every six hours. According to 
your height, you will be able to reach it when it has dropped four 
feet. When I'm unhappy, I'll turn it off until I'm pleased again. That 
will stop its motion completely. We can tell how much time you've 
worked off by this clock on the wall. Clever, don't you think?"

"But that's twenty-four hours," Ann cried, never expecting this. She 
knew she would be subjected to horrible indecencies and she had 
prepared herself to suffer them for Dave's sake, but twenty-four hours!

"You--you can't make me stay that long," pleaded Ann. "I can't do it."

"There, let me fill your glass, my dear, I told you that you would have 
to work to get them back. Remember, they are expensive pictures."

While he poured her drink, Ann could see the brown packet hanging 
teasingly above her, so close, but an eternity of degradation away.

She drained the glass immediately and Max poured her another, obviously 
anxious to lessen her inhibitions. The second went down almost as 
quickly and she could feel the dull conscience-killing feeling coming 
over her.

"I think its time to make the addition to my collection, Ann, don't 
you? I want to take them off, lie back on the edge of the bed."

Ann sat tipsily on the edge of the bed. The alcohol was beginning to 
affect her now and her muscles felt sluggish. She had a little trouble 
controlling her own movements and her head whirled. Revulsion shivered 
through her nerves as she felt his hands gently push her back on the 
ermine-covered bed. Her feet dangled, almost touching the floor. 
Through alcohol-glazed eyes she could see in the ceiling mirror her own 
figure lying below. The top of Max's bald head was bent above her feet. 
She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his fleshy palms slowly pushing 
her knees apart and slide hotly up the inner softness of her thighs 
under the dress. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective 
covering of her long hose and moved, butterfly-like across the 
sensitive, white flesh between her stocking tops and her sheer black 
panties. Max's breath was coming in heavy snorts as his fingers made 
light contact with the thin band between her legs. She groaned 
helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness 
of the smooth material into the thin, quivering slit of her vagina. He 
played tingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft pubic hair that 
protruded from the leg bands.

His index finger slipped suddenly under the tight elastic and flicked 
at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan 
from her. The humiliation was awful. His face was even with the bed 
between her knees peering greedily up her dress. She could feel his 
eyes feasting lewdly on the secret parts between her legs that belonged 
to her husband and no one else. Parts she had protected just for him 
and which now had become her shame. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as 
the helplessness of her position leaped through her confused mind. She 
struggled to her elbows, determined to stop the lewd outrages he was 
visiting upon her unwilling body but the sudden sight of the small 
brown envelope dangling above choked back the sounds of protest rising 
in her throat. There was no hope, she had gotten herself into this and 
there was only one way she could get out of it. That was to submit to 
his sick demands until the horrible pictures had lowered within her 
reach. She could only hope it passed quickly before she lost her 
control and did something that would make him angry. The thought of 
those pictures among the sailors in San Diego-and at the Officer's 
Club--caused her to fall back in helpless submission. She had no 
choice, she had to submit to the revolting violation of her body to 
protect Dave.

She shut her eyes again as his hands pushed the hem of her dress to her 
hips and hooked the elastic band at the top of her panties.

"Lift your ass," he commanded, using the blunt word to remind her of 
his complete dominance.

Ann arched her back hesitantly, feeling the smooth nylon drawn slowly 
over her voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs exposing the whole of her 
soft, down-covered crotch

"Mmmmm, a real blond I see," his fat lips smacked in appreciation. 
"You're the first I've had in quite a while."

The sheer black panties stuck at her knees. He pulled fruitlessly for a 
second and then commanded her to lift them. The panties slipped easily 
to the floor as her knees rose, taking the pressure from the backs of 
her thighs. Max picked them up quickly and eyes closed, she could hear 
him nuzzling and kissing them sickenly above her. He cooed over them as 
though they were some sacred object, rubbing their smooth softness over 
his cheeks and face, his eyes bulging at the tingling contact.

"You chose well," he purred, "they'll make a beautiful addition to my 
little collection. I don't get them all quite so easily you know. 
Sometimes they fight and I must use other means of persuasion. I'm so 
glad we understand each other."

As the full impact of what he was saying registered in Ann's mind he 
disappeared with her panties into his trophy room. She realized now 
that she was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. God! What 
terrible things would he force upon her as the price for the return of 
the pictures? If she could only run, if there was only somewhere to 
hide! But there was none and she still had her price to pay. Before her 
thoughts could go any further she heard the soft approach of his feet 
across the thick carpeted floor.

"They fit beautifully into their place, my darling," he said, his voice 
taking on a softness toward her now. "I want to see the rest of you. 
Sit up and let me undress you."

Ann struggled to sit, quickly, her mind still on the envelope swinging 
above them. She closed her eyes again as he hurriedly unzipped her 
dress and lifting her buttocks slightly, peeled it from her. Then came 
her bra and he whistled in admiration as the large, rounded spheres 
emerged. He kissed them hungrily and Ann cringed as the rubbery lips 
traced their moist path to the tips, hardening them in spite of her 
revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from Max's face as his 
fat wet palms glided unimpeded over the firm contours, cupping and 
kneading them brutally until Ann cried out from the pain and 
humiliation.

Max dropped to his knees again and running his hands the full length of 
her slim well rounded legs playing indecisively for a few moments with 
the snaps of her garters.

"Let's leave them, shall we my love?" he said in an almost whisper, his 
eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh. "I like my women with 
garter belts and stockings. They appear so much more sensual."

Ann was completely naked now except for the sheer black silk stocking 
and the garter belt that was only a thin wisp of elastic around her 
lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in her life and again the 
burning wave of shame crept through her in spite of her vow to regain 
the photographs at any cost or humiliation. Nausea rose as his pudgy 
fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of 
his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching 
trail. Tears welled her eyes as he pushed her back on the bed. She fell 
passively, beyond resistance now and thinking only of the lewd envelope 
descending slowly down with each cruel minute that passed.

Max pushed her unresisting body to the center of the bed and Ann felt 
her arms lifted above her head and a quick pressure first on her left 
wrist and then on her right, not realizing until too late that they 
were leather bracelets. She jerked forward but her arms were held 
loosely above her head by small chains connected to the upper corners 
of the mattress.

"What are you doing?" she screamed when she realized belatedly what had 
happened. "Please let me loose! I promise I'll do anything you like, I 
promise!" she pleaded, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks as she 
struggled helplessly against her bonds, her stockinged legs kicking 
wildly about the mattress.

"I'm not going to hurt you, my dear," Max chortled above. "Just relax 
and remember, the clock stops if I'm not pleased."

Ann stopped her struggles as the threat sunk into her alcohol-dimmed 
mind and lay passive as he pulled her slim legs wide apart and attached 
her ankles to two similar chains at the bottom of the bed. She was 
completely helpless now and could see her limbs in the mirror above, 
fastened securely to the four corners of the large mattress. She closed 
her eyes tightly to fight off her quivering fear.

She shivered silently in the center of the bed, listening with bated 
breath as Max picked up something in the corner of the room. She didn't 
dare to open her eyes to look for fear of screaming and having him stop 
the clock. She couldn't stand having the agonies of her humiliation 
prolonged any further. She just wanted to get it over with as quickly 
as possible. Again, she heard his feet padding back toward the bed and 
she held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms 
to close over the soft flesh of her body. They didn't come.

Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her stockings. 
Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her 
feet. She jumped against the chains that bound her in sudden surprise, 
her eyes jerking open and staring wildly around the room. Max was 
leaning forward in one of the chairs at the foot of the bed grinning 
lewdly down at her spread-eagle nakedness. He had one of the long 
feathered poles in his hands stroking with the sole of her widely 
stretched left foot.

The tickling soon began driving her mad. She screamed at the top of her 
lungs for him to stop and her body thrashed wildly against the binding 
chains. It was of no use. He continued the lascivious stroking slowly 
up her calves pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the 
feather in small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh at 
the top of her stockings. Ann jerked her feet, stretching the chains 
their full length in an attempt to escape the maddening circles. Max 
smiled lewdly at the position it put her in. The outside of her knees 
were pressed flat against the mattress and she had drawn her thighs as 
far up the bed as the restrictive chains would allow, opening her 
crotch wide in a crab-like stance that exposed the moist pink slit of 
her vagina completely to his greedy eyes. He giggled, and thrust the 
tip of the soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic 
hair, jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink 
cunt. Ann was going out of her mind and writhed and tossed wildly 
against her bonds attempting to escape the insane torture her body was 
being subjected to.

"Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't--stand it--can't 
stand it!"

Still the teasing feather played at the tender parts of her vagina 
working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to 
her tiny throbbing clitoris and flicking at it maddenly until, with a 
sudden groan, Ann felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into 
hardness. She could hear Max laughing at the foot of the bed, her 
desperate pleadings driving him to manipulate the teasing feather 
faster.

He worked it slowly up over the mound of her genitals and across the 
flat white plane of her belly pausing for a moment and then up to the 
sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area 
under her arms. This almost drove Ann crazy and it was with relief that 
she felt it crawl up over her full ripe breasts and begin to gently 
caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her 
revulsion toward the depraved little man subjecting her to these 
horrible indignities her feeling was slowly changing. Her cries of 
humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of forced 
pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow helpless writhings of 
uncontrolled sensation. The feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle 
strokings that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, 
exhausted from the struggles against the lewd torture. Small rivulets 
of sweat dripped from her torso wetting the softness of the ermine 
cover below her.

Tears of frustration again brimmed her eyes as she felt the control of 
her body slipping away. She had vowed she would never again allow it to 
betray her no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to, but 
the sheer hopelessness of her position and the feather in the hand of 
the master debaucher, violating all the sensitive, unprotected parts of 
her shackled form, were forcing her into helpless submission.

Against her will, her proud, firm breasts throbbed up into rock-hard 
roundness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing feather 
made small delicious circles around the coral-white aureoles. As the 
maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found to her 
fascinated horror her body reaching upward to absorb its soothing 
caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in 
the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow 
uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again 
to draw her thighs back up into the crab position as far as the binding 
chains would allow. The split of her crotch was again wide-open to the 
leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor below. With a lewd chuckle, 
he flicked the tip quickly without warning against the sensitive 
puckered ring of her anus, clearly exposed in the crevice between her 
full white buttocks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and 
tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the cruel soft 
probe.

"Aaaaagggg," she gasped between clenched teeth, "D--Don't! Please, 
please don't. I can't stand it--I can't stand it! It's driving me 
crazy!"

A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the 
teasing probe of her clasping anus. She tried with all her strength to 
close her legs, but the chains held her tight. There was no relief.

"Oh, p-please, p-please, ooooh, ooooh, stop, stop, stop!" she grunted, 
squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me, you're 
killing me!"

"Would you rather be fucked, my dear?" Max hissed softly, increasing 
the pressure slightly against her anal orifice. 

"No! No!" She groaned piteously.

A quickening of the flicking feather.

"Aaaagggh, I--I mean yes! Y--Yessss," she hissed helplessly. "Anything, 
anything, but stop. Oh God, please stop!"

As suddenly as it began, the tortuous tickling lifted from between her 
legs. Ann's straining muscles relaxed in relief, her body exhausted 
from fighting against her bonds and a thankful gasp of grateful warm 
air rushed from her lips. But only momentarily, as the thought of what 
she had screamed in her mad attempt to escape the torture returned to 
her mind. Her body had failed her again, and now he was going to do it 
to her, too, like all those faceless men had in Tijuana. He was going 
to fill her belly with his lewd cum until she screamed in surrender. He 
would show her no mercy, she knew that. She knelt he would pick and 
pull at her helplessness until he had utterly destroyed her will to 
resist. He would crush her pride like stepping on a helpless butterfly 
fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing 
at the small brown packet dangling a thousand miles above her tortured 
form and she fought back the urge to scream at him and curse his 
wickedness. She had to have that packet, she just had to. There was no 
other choice.

"I've a surprise for you, my dear," his voice suddenly broke through 
the barrier of her thoughts. "Remember, I told you my tastes were 
different. Well now you shall see after we have a drink to refresh us a 
bit."

Max, now dressed in a robe, pressed a buzzer and instructed Sidney over 
the intercom to bring a bottle of Scotch. He appeared a few moments 
later glancing only an instant at Ann's spread-eagled form. She 
blushed, wondering how many times he had seen this. Nothing seemed to 
affect the staid English butler--not even the nude girl stretched 
helplessly on the bed. 

After Sidney had gone, Max released her ankles and wrists and Ann 
pulled herself painfully to the sitting position on the bed. She 
accepted gratefully the Martini Max poured from the thermos turning the 
glass up, drinking greedily of the cool liquid that he had poured over 
ice. She shook her head slowly, trying to regain some of the composure 
lost under the tortuous teasing of the feather.

Max sat by her running his fingers hungrily over the softness of her 
flesh He purred his appreciation of the beauty of her body. Ann did not 
resist but sat in servile acceptance of his obscene attentions to her 
breasts and thighs. She was beyond caring now. Nothing more could be 
done to her that hadn't already been done in Tijuana. One more time 
wouldn't matter. She had become a common whore and she stared blindly 
ahead wanting only to get the awful ordeal over with. There was nothing 
else she could do.

"You will enjoy my little surprise, dear. All my visitors do--though 
some not as much as others. But I think you will. You seem to have a 
special sensitivity that comes to the surface under certain 
circumstances. We will provide those circumstances for you. You will 
see, I will not disappoint you."

He licked his lips as he spoke and doubt again began to arise in Ann's 
mind but she quickly dispelled it. She closed her mind to thoughts of 
resisting and turned the glass to her lips. The soothing drink helped, 
replacing that partial numbness which had worn off during her ordeal on 
the bed. She could feel herself deadening the racing thoughts in her 
mind again and she finished the last of the glass, thrusting it loosely 
toward the fidgeting Max next to her for refill.

"My dear," he consoled smilingly, "I hope you are not building false 
courage. I have told you I will not disappoint you."

"Make it big," she answered, slightly slurring her words. It was 
affecting her again and she welcomed the deadening feeling coursing 
through her. She couldn't stand him touching her when the time came 
otherwise.

Max poured her another Martini, adding a few cubes of ice.

"Here, this should help you relax. I don't want you to fear me, my 
darling, I want you to enjoy my company."

Ann ignored him. She could not bring herself to talk to him. She was 
still afraid she might lose control of herself and say or do something 
that would spoil it all and she would never get the pictures back. She 
drank deeply, the alcohol burning into her throat like fire--but doing 
its job; providing her the oblivion she desired and she could feel its 
nerve-calming affect seeping deeper with each swallow from the glass. 
Her sight blurred for a moment and she was conscious of Max's beady 
eyes focused closely on her every move. She knew he was waiting until 
he thought she was ready.

Why, she wondered dimly through the alcohol, is he letting me get drunk 
when he knows I'm at his mercy. He must know I can't stand for him to 
touch me.

Max answered her question a moment later when he took her by the hand 
and pulled her limply to her feet. He led her to an alcove screened by 
black velvet drapes.

"Now, my dear, you shall have the experience of your life. There aren't 
many women who get this opportunity." He grinned evilly into Ann's face 
as he slowly drew the drapes apart.

"Voil," he smiled proudly. "There is your lover."

Ann's heart suddenly jumped to her throat in spite of the alcohol. In a 
space about ten feet square and totally covered with mirrors from wall 
to ceiling sat a strange, menacing machine that caused sudden chills of 
fear to ripple over her. 

"W--What is it?" she stammered in disbelief.

"It's a loving machine, my dear," he answered proudly. "My own design."

"B--But what does it do?" the poor girl whimpered, her mind working 
rapidly. "I-I thought you w-wanted me."

"No, my dove. I'm what you might call a "voyeur". I prefer to watch 
rather than touch. Most of the time anyway. That's why I have had my 
little pet here constructed. Come, I'll explain it to you."

Ann held her breath and moved cautiously with him as he pulled her 
toward the evil looking contraption. She had never heard of anything 
like this and suddenly the bitter truth of the alcohol came to her.

This was why he had let her drink so much! He knew she would resist 
this inhuman demand that she submit to a machine!

Max began his explanation, noting with glee the rising fear in her 
eyes. He had seen it often on others of his little playmates forced 
into the same position. A little fear made it more enjoyable, 
particularly as he could follow it slowly turn to lust under the 
tireless ministrations of his machine. He was proud of it and 
considered it one of his greater accomplishments. It had all the 
necessary factors to make it the greatest lover in existence. It more 
than made up for his impotency. After all, is was his creation, and 
there, him in action.

"You see, my dear. I have learned something from our space program. 
This a contour couch," he smiled proudly, patting a soft, plastic-
covered stand on the floor. "This has been molded perfectly to fit 
underneath a kneeling female body. Notice it even has foam rubber 
lining for comfort."

Ann's eyes widened as she followed his description of the obscene 
mechanism. It looked like some kind of exercise machine. The plastic 
form was formed perfectly to take the female body kneeling on all 
fours. It was complete, even to two openings at the chest for the 
breasts to protrude and straps on the sides to bind the occupant 
securely onto it. He could control the angle of legs and torso by 
movable parts. Just behind where the buttocks would be, was a steel rod 
about two feet long, threaded so objects could be screwed on. The rod 
was connected to an arm coming up from a small electric motor on the 
floor.

"This, my dove, is the heart and soul of my little pet," he chuckled at 
his humor. "Here we attach the instrument of your desire. We have all 
shapes and sizes. Thick, thin, long, short, you just name it. I have 
had them molded from a special flesh-like rubber and they are true life 
in every respect--except they do not have the one weakness of man, they 
never grow soft. It is perfection and could make love to you through 
all eternity without tiring. You will love it, I promise."

Ann's heart skipped another beat. She couldn't believe what she was 
hearing. This vile little man expected her to submit to the monstrous 
ordeal of being skewered by a machine while he sat back and enjoyed her 
humiliation. The thoughts of the pictures slipped from her mind and she 
turned to him with hatred in her eyes.

"I won't do it. It's sick, do you hear? I'm not an animal and that's 
what you need, an animal!" Tears streamed from her eyes as she spat her 
contempt out at him, her body quivering in shame and frustration.

"We have an agreement, my dear. Have you forgotten so soon?" he 
chuckled softly, knowing it was just a matter of time before he'd have 
her proud, voluptuous body stretched over the machine. He enjoyed the 
playing. It was so much more exciting when they fought first and later 
gave him the satisfaction of total submission. He'd soon destroy the 
pride of this haughty little bitch. She would plead with him for more 
by the time he was through. He had not devoted his life to sensual 
pleasures without learning something about human nature and he knew her 
well enough by now to know that her very pride would be her downfall.

"We shall just stop the clock for a few minutes to allow you to compose 
yourself. Perhaps another little drink would help also." He smiled 
vindictively.

"S-Stop the clock. Why you can't! Our agreement was for you to make 
love to me. N--Not something like this." She directed her eyes in 
horror at the instrument in front of them. Max ignored her, walking to 
the other side of the room to stop the clock. He poured her another 
drink and handed it to her while Ann stood immobile in the alcove. She 
lifted the glass and greedily poured the cool liquid down her throat.

"There," Max gleamed, "that should settle your nerves."

"Please start the clock, Mr. Schroeder," Ann whimpered, her eyes 
downcast to the floor. 

"Max," he corrected.

"Please start it, Max," she whimpered again, her voice softening in 
surrender.

"You have offended me, my dear. You must first prove that you are 
sorry. The next hour shall not count and if you have not convinced me 
by that time, then our agreement is off and I shall have prints of the 
pictures on the streets of San Diego and off in the mail to your 
husband tomorrow morning. Now finish your drink."

His voice turned coldly and chills ran through Ann's body as the sudden 
recollection of her bargain returned to her. Max would not waver in his 
cruel demands and she was certain he would keep her here for a week if 
necessary. No one would miss her--she was hopelessly lost and her only 
salvation lay in seeing this through no matter what. She drained the 
glass, tears brimming to the corners of her eyes for the thousandth 
time today.

"That's a good girl," Max chuckled, enjoying the look of helpless 
resignation that crossed her face. "You shall have those pictures back 
in no time."

"Please start it now, Max, I beg you," Ann whimpered again, unable to 
bear the thought of an additional hour.

"We shall see, my love. We shall see how well you put your heart into 
the task at hand. Now be a good girl and come over here."

Ann hesitantly walked to the machine, resigned to her fate. Max took 
her hand and helped her onto all fours into the plastic mold. He 
fastened a leather strap behind her small waist just above where it 
flared into the broad, voluptuous curves of her hips. This held her 
torso tightly into the foam rubber pressed against belly and chest. Her 
ripe full breasts swelled through the apertures like ripe succulent 
fruit, the whiteness of their soft flesh contrasting sharply with the 
black of the smooth plastic. The fronts of her thighs were pressed 
tightly into the grooves molded for them and he quickly ran straps 
around the back of these just above the knees, locking them, into 
place. She could see herself in the mirrors surrounding them, held in 
the same helpless position as the girl with the dog in Tijuana. Max 
then took her arms and pulled them straight out to the sides, snapping 
them into two leather bracelets like those on the bed. They were held 
out as though she were doing a swan dive. Next he placed a tight 
leather band around the top of her head. There was a cord attached to 
the back of that he ran through a loop on the strap over her waist and 
drew it tight. It pulled her head up and back so that her face was 
looking straight ahead, her neck bent at a ninety degree angle with her 
body. She groaned painfully for a moment, until she finally adjusted to 
the bizarre position.

Her eyes grew wide in disbelief as she saw in the mirror what had 
happened to her in the space of a few short seconds. She squirmed 
against the straps holding her with all her strength but it was 
useless. She could not move. The humiliation and shame were too great 
as she suddenly sobbed in her frustration. The white rounded cheeks of 
her buttocks stood high behind her, completely vulnerable. She felt a 
stab of fear at her total helplessness.

"Now my love, make your choice," Max said beaming with lewd delight at 
the poor girl bound before him. He opened a mahogany box before her 
horrified eyes. She gasped as she saw the lascivious contents. As he 
had promised, there were about ten rubber phalluses, each in its own 
slot. Ann was amazed at how realistic they looked, even to the color; 
equipped too with a set of huge balls that even had realistic hair 
growing from them. He teasingly pulled the largest from the box and 
held it close before Ann's tortured face. She groaned in anguish as the 
size of it became clear to her alcohol blurred eyes. It must have been 
at least nine inches long, with a head that was about two inches 
across.

"How's this one?" he gloated in front of her tightly bound form. "This 
should make quite a dent in your belly."

"Oh God, no please," she whimpered. "I can't take it. I can't take it."

He replaced it slowly in the box, an evil leer fluttering across his 
face.

"Then, let's try this one for a starter. This should stretch it a 
little."

He pulled the second largest from the box. It was smaller, but not 
much. Perhaps an inch in length and a quarter of an inch in diameter 
less.

"Oh, no, nooo!" Ann screamed as Max walked around the machine. She 
could see him in the mirror screwing the horrible instrument onto the 
steel shaft, pointed directly at the wide-open split of her crotch 
behind.

"Please, please don't do that to me."

"You'll like it, my dove. Remember, I promised you would. I still have 
some surprises for you."

He took a pitcher from the table where Sidney had left it earlier and 
Ann could see him pouring something into the rubber sac dangling 
beneath the huge menace of the penis. "Hot olive oil, my dear. I can 
squirt it into you anytime with the control button in my hand. This 
controls the speed and depth of the machine." He held a small box that 
looked like a television set remote control box. It was connected by 
several long wires to the base of the machine.

"We can make it do anything we want it to with this," he smiled. "All 
you have to do is ask me when the time comes--and--oh yes, I almost 
forgot something."

He bent over and quickly attached two rubber suction cups on the ends 
of long tubes, to the nipples of Ann's breasts, which protruded through 
the holes in the contour couch. She tried to pull back from the sudden 
contact but her bonds held her tight.

"W-What are you doing?" she moaned, the cool feeling of the rubber on 
her nipples sending chills along her spine.

"Just preparing you, my dove. We mustn't forget anything," Max answered 
gleefully, standing back and surveying the helpless girl with pride. 
"We must first prepare you."

He reached behind, rubbing his hands lewdly over the full rounded 
contours of her imprisoned buttocks, stroking them greedily. He dug his 
fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to 
take his hand away, then with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he 
gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmed lips of her vagina apart. They 
were dry and unprepared and Ann clenched her teeth tightly together in 
fear that he was going to hurt her. Instead, he reached to the small 
table beside them and dug his fingers into a jar of Vaseline. He gently 
swabbed the lubricating jelly the length of her pink warm slit, 
inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He 
rotated it around and around, swabbing the Vaseline deep into the soft 
folds, preparing it for the entry of the poised rubber member on the 
piston-like shaft.

"You are too tight my dear. I didn't realize you had had such little 
usage. We must take care of that."

He loosened a bolt holding the sheaths enclosing her thighs and moved 
her knees much farther apart. Ann's legs stretched wider and wider 
until she thought he was going to split. She cried in protest as she 
felt her behind stretch, the walls of her narrow pink slit popping open 
wide from the harsh outward pull.

"That's more like it," he chuckled, pulling the huge waiting member 
forward and pressing the giant rubbery head between the lips of her 
cruelly stretched vagina until it was poised for entry. Ann tried to 
struggle forward as she felt the soft, spongy substance inserted into 
the sensitive, lubricated lips but, again, it was useless.

Max sank into the soft chair next to the machine. It was located just 
behind Ann's upraised buttocks so that he could get a perfect view of 
the skewering of her helpless cunt. He held the control box tightly in 
his sweating palms, eager to begin the depraved ravishment of the 
innocent beauty bound before him.

Ann lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly bound to the rubber-lined 
contour couch that she couldn't move a muscle. Waves of shame and 
humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was 
glad now for the alcohol or she could never have stood being stretched 
in this lewd position with the evil little man free to do with her as 
he wished. And the worst, she didn't dare to complain, he might keep 
that horrible clock off for another hour after this one and she would 
never get the photographs back. Her tortured thoughts were interrupted 
by Max's gleeful voice from the chair. She could see the nervous smile 
of anticipation crossing his lips in the mirror in front of her. With 
the reflections of the other mirrors around the alcove it gave her a 
complete view of all that was happening to her.

"First, my little bunny, we must get you in the proper mood for 
enjoying my love making. I have special effects for that." She watched 
in the mirror with horrified fascination as he pressed one of the many 
buttons on the control box and suddenly gasped at the reaction. A 
gentle sucking motion began at the cups connected to her nipples and 
the contour couch began, simultaneously, a slow almost imperceptible 
vibration beneath her torso. Her breasts involuntarily hardened 
slightly at the first weird tug at her nipples. Goose-bumps rippled 
along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An exquisite 
sensation a thousand times softer than any lips that had ever touched 
her. A second later, she felt the tender rubbery penis at her rear 
begin a gentle up and down movement along the sensitive outside edges 
of her vagina, staying teasingly just inside the moist, pink slit of 
her wide-stretched crotch. 

My God, she thought, it's human! It's human!

She was caught unaware by the gentle probing of the machine. She had 
geared her mind to expect a harsher and more sudden attack on her 
helpless sex organ. But this--this was different, it was unexpected and 
subtle and she felt violent shudders coursing along her nerves, their 
intensity increased a hundred times by the rigidity of her position. 
Her toes squirmed beneath this soft attack helplessly--not able to 
resist it. She groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray 
her again. She couldn't give him that satisfaction too. She squeezed 
her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her strength--but the 
leering Max was not about to let her escape now.

"You like my love making, my dear. I can tell. I shall make you very 
happy," he crooned. Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his 
forehead now as his goal was in sight. He knew he would break her will 
to resist sooner or later and his eyes were alert for every slight 
twitch of her body for the first sign of weakness.

Ann moaned again as he increased the speed of the teasing machine. She 
could feel the tips of her nipples being sucked, titillated by the 
tubes, her ripe full breasts dancing as the machine vibration became 
faster. The long, thick cock teasing at the portal to her vagina, 
suddenly flicked forward on a signal from the box in Max's hand and she 
grunted from sudden pain at the unexpected intrusion spearing into her. 
She screamed for Max to stop, tears running down her cheeks. But the 
incursion grew and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as the 
thick lubricated instrument bored forward into the tightly clinging 
canal of her cunt. Her vaginal passage felt on fire. She ached and her 
back ached from the cruel position she was bound in. She could only 
moan and plead for his mercy.

"Oh, oh, w-wait, p-please wait! You're killing me!"

The phallus stopped and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of 
her tightly-stretched cunt.

"See," Max smiled, "I told you it could do anything."

"But it hurts," she whimpered desperately. "It's too big."

"My dear, we have just begun. You haven't taken half of it yet," he 
taunted the stricken girl, flicking the button again and driving the 
cruel rod another half an inch forward.

"Ooooohhh," she cried in little screams. The walls of her vagina felt 
as though they were being pulled away. Max pressed another button and a 
warm jet of hot olive oil spurted from the tip of the rubbery head, 
lubricating her passage. The pain eased momentarily but the penetration 
increased and she felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to 
split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating breasts which 
were being sucked without ceasing. The huge, unbending cock throbbed 
on, not going any deeper, but expanding, patiently, the moist warm 
flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering 
teasing for what seemed to Ann an eternity and her body was slowly 
changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were still 
tightly shut as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her 
helpless body. The familiar waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully 
into her. She fought against them with all her strength but the 
indecent machine pursued and tantalized her breasts and cunt 
relentlessly. A fire was building in her that she could not control and 
in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened 
her. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her 
tormentor. She was his to do with as he wished. His for the taking--but 
the slavering tyrant in the chair wanted more--he had waited too long 
to get this proud young bitch under his thumb and nothing less than 
total degradation would satisfy his sick lusts now. He would teach her 
to scorn him as she had before--he would show her what a real man was 
before he was through he would have her groveling at his feet, pleading 
for it. A lascivious smile flickered across his fat, wet lips as he saw 
the involuntary rotation of her white fleshy buttocks begin. They were 
free to move several inches each way and had begun to clench and open 
in rhythm to the throbs of the mechanical cock shoved between her legs.

My God, Ann thought through the haze, What's happening to me? What's 
happening to me? I can't help it, I can't help it ...

"No, no," she sobbed incoherently. "Let me go! Let me go! I can't let 
you do it! I can't!"

"No, you like it my dove, now don't you?" Max teased from the chair. "I 
can feel it. Tell Max how much you like it."

He flicked the button again, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs 
through the cock imbedded thickly in her vaginal passage.

"Oooooh," she groaned helplessly.

All the while, the teasing tubes attached to her vibrating breasts kept 
sucking madly, toying with the now-tightly-swollen mounds as though 
bewitched by their soft white resilience squeezing and sucking, sucking 
as though they were alive, until it seemed the full rounded globes 
would burst from the softly exquisite pleasure tingling through them.

Ann tried to arch upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out. 
She flung the long blond hair beneath the band holding her head, from 
side to side begging him to stop, please stop!

But the fat grinning man was a master at sensual torture and played on 
the screaming, struggling body as a master violinist would on a 
Stradivarius, producing sounds of pain and pleasure from it at will; a 
wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of pain 
from an extra excruciating suck at a nipple. The symphony played on as 
the moans from the shackled girl became more desperate with each 
brutal, teasing probe He increased the intensity of the demon cords 
sucking and pulling at her breasts until they jerked below her body 
like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She tried to push back at the 
thick instrument digging into her from the rear, she wanted more, the 
hot lubricating juices of her cunt had begun to flow and eased the 
pain, inciting her to desire--a hunger for more. The straps held her 
tight, she could not move back and groaned her frustration through 
contorted lips. She could see his small beady eyes in the mirror locked 
in gleeful fascination on her twisted and bent form. He knew she had 
reached the point of no return and he would have her as he wanted in a 
matter of minutes.

"Tell me, my love, tell me what you want." The taunting oily face 
coaxed, moving his chair closer so that he could reach out touch the 
vibrating whiteness of her round full buttocks.

"I won't, I-I can't, please, please," Ann's resistance ebbed with the 
exquisite maddening pleasures being lavished on her helpless naked 
form. But she couldn't bring herself to suffer this final indignation, 
knowing that this was the point of final surrender. The thought of 
begging him to drive the teasing rod into her and quench the aching 
hunger throbbing now like hot licking flames in her loins; was 
unbearable.

"Just say it, my dear, just say it and it's yours, tell me to fuck you 
and I will."

Ann's dazed mind sensed in horror his use of the word "me" each time he 
referred to the machine! He had made it to overcome his impotency and 
in the act of love he became the machine! He made it do the things he 
couldn't; he was sick! She was in the hands of a sadistic maniac and it 
was too hate to do anything about it, the teasing manipulations were 
driving her crazy!

"No, no," she moaned lolling her head as far as she could from side to 
side in almost unconscious hysteria. "I won't--I can't--I can't, please 
don't make me, please, pleeeeease!"

"Do you like that, does it feel good?" he throbbed the penis viciously.

"Ohhh, ohhh, yes, yes it does, it doesssss!" she hissed between 
tightly-clenched teeth. 

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I--I don't know, I don't know, ohhh. No, no, don't stop, don't stop!" 

"Say it then," he commanded cruelly, "say it."

"Oooohhh, ooohhh," the helpless girl moaned, all resistance drained 
from her distorted mind. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Not like that, my dear," he tormented, "you know the right words."

"Oh, no, don't make me, I won't," she wept uncontrollably, unable to 
bring herself to this ultimate humiliation.

"Say it," he commanded harshly, then added the ultimate cruelty as she 
sobbed in humiliated remembrance. "Beg me the way you did those men in 
the pictures."

He increased the maddening probings until Ann had no resistance left. 
The fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release from its 
agonies. Nothing mattered anymore but to still this crazed hunger 
within her and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile filthy 
words she knew, pleading with him, the lust in her desire-wracked body 
driving her on.

"Oh God," she moaned in final surrender almost shrieking at him. "Fuck 
me, fuck me with it! Go on! Go on!"

Max pressed the button with the glee of conquest sending the huge thick 
shaft racing up into her, pushing the soft ridges of the moist warm 
walls of her cunt before it like a rampaging bull-dozer, until it was 
buried the full eight inches deep in her wide-stretched cunt. He 
stopped it for a moment at the apex where the giant rubbery head 
throbbed menacingly against the hard flat end of her womb. Ann's mouth 
opened and closed in unexpected torment until gradually she became 
accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded n her. She could feel the 
huge skin-like balls brushing against her clitoris between the wide-
spread thighs. A strange masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the 
pain was weirdly pleasurable and she waved her buttocks back against it 
as much as the restricting belts holding her down to the stand would 
allow. The sight she made in the mirror incited her more. This was 
total subjugation--being bound helplessly on her knees this way, her 
arms straight out in the air, breasts jiggling crazily underneath from 
the weird ministrations of the suction cups. She could see from the 
reflections in the mirror behind, the giant rod impaling her.

God, it was huge!

It appeared as though her buttocks were stretched beyond all human 
endurance. And that monstrous instrument he had waved before her face 
was now sunk all the way between them. She could even see the tiny pink 
ridges of her moist pussy clasped tightly around the edges of it. God 
what a hole it made in her. The lewd picture of her humiliation made 
her squirm back at it again to punish herself more.

"Is it good?" Max panted, now stroking the white globes of her 
quivering buttocks with one hand, sweat rolling Tom his face in 
profusion. "Do you like it?" He throbbed the instrument again.

"Oooohh! Yes, do that again! Oooohh, it's good, good!"

"Better than your husbands he drooled, slowing the throbbing of the 
impaling cock to hear her final admission of depraved submission. Ann 
suddenly moaned at the reminder of Dave, a battle raged within her. She 
just couldn't say it, it was all she had left.

"Do you want me to stop," he taunted lewdly.

"Oh, no," she panicked at the thought, "not yet, not yet."

"Then say it! Say, you are better than Dave, my darling," he throbbed 
the cock again.

"Oooohhh, yes, yessss!" she hissed between closed teeth. "You're 
better, you're better than Dave, my darling."

Max grinned an obscene grin of victory. He had her now. She wanted it 
with all her being and now by God he was going to give it to her. He 
flicked several switches on the box and the couch started an up and 
down motion, sending her white quivering buttocks high up in air and 
then down again as a jockey riding a thorough-bred horse. The arm 
connected to the motor began a back-and-forth motion in time to the 
couch, the thick mechanical cock fucking in and out of her round-
stretched cunt in thrusts that traveled its full eight inches of 
length. A moist, sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the 
alcove and the slap of the swinging balls against her soft belly joined 
it melodiously. Max licked his lips hungrily as he watched the reddish 
skin of the tight, little vagina draw back with the prick, clutching as 
it as if it didn't want it to come out and then disappearing inside 
again with each forward lunge.

Ann groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing through 
her mechanically-ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the 
soles of her stocking feet as she was bucked up and down, sucked and 
fucked like a helpless slave by the great, driving machine. Max, the 
control box still in his hands, was kneeling down over her now coursing 
his palms over the sensitive skin of her sweating body. He pressed the 
buttocks farther apart, spreading them obscenely and teasing at the 
red, puckered little hole of her anus with his fat thick middle finger. 
Suddenly, he thrust it forward into her rectum just as the rubber cock 
rammed deep into her belly, impaling her like an insect.

"Ooooohhhhh," she grunted as he moved it around deep in her anus, 
expanding the tiny, tight hole in time to the fucking of the cock into 
her cunt below.

Oh God, how he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore he 
had bought for the night. The strange masochistic pleasure rippled 
through her again. She wanted to be destroyed by it, she wanted to be 
fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her 
helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited 
sensation.

"Oooohhh, fuck me, fuck me good," she chanted through contorted lips, 
sweat dripping from her straining face, the rhythm of the machine and 
the skewering of her asshole and cunt egging her on.

The finger popped from her anus as suddenly as it had slithered in. A 
great gush of cool air pushing over the plundered hole. Max was 
kneeling suddenly in front of her, holding her cheeks between his 
hands, his short, fat cock standing up in erection under the heavy roll 
of fat hanging from his hair covered belly.

"Suck it," he hissed through her torment.

She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden sight of the short 
fleshy instrument. It couldn't be over four inches long, no wonder he 
relied on the machine. Her strange random thoughts were cut short as he 
rammed the thick rod of flesh in, crushing through her soft moist lips 
into the wet saliva of her mouth. She could feel the spongy bluntness 
of the head sliding the length of her tongue, lifting momentarily her 
concentration on the huge member ramming into her from behind.

Gloating above her tightly-strapped head, he began to undulate his 
pelvis, sliding the short fat prick in and out of her mouth, never 
quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half an inch inside 
the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Ann closed her eyes tightly to block 
out the horrible sight of the graying pubic hairs growing at the thick 
base of the cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted face. 
Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved 
forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock 
fucking ceaselessly into her wide-spread buttocks behind.

Max looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the 
helpless, strapped girl, skewered between his cock in her mouth and the 
mechanical cudgel behind. He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to 
match those of the machine, ramming forward as it did, levering up on 
his toes thrusting with all his strength, trying to meet the head of 
the other deep in her belly. He held her head tighter as she coughed 
and sputtered below as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the 
in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around 
it as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.

Ann suddenly felt the rising tide beginning deep in her quivering 
belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the debasing 
ravishment of her body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing 
through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked at the fleshy 
hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slimy from 
the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for 
it to end as she felt her own insides erupting in great white flashes 
of fire tunneling through her veins in a ever ending stream of building 
pleasure. It suddenly burst and she groaned around the thrusting cock 
in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around 
the jack-hammering cock in her cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of 
the vaginal lips clasped tightly around its base and down the insides 
of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable and the whole of her 
crotch felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious joy rolled 
from her eyes.

At the same time she felt his loins crush into her face, the fleshy 
roll of his stomach pressing tight against her forehead. His hands 
gripped her behind the head pulling it forward as though he were trying 
to meet the cock thrusting deep in her belly. He groaned a soul-searing 
groan and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum which spurted 
thickly down her throat in great waves. She gulped automatically, 
swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the abandoned 
feeling of self debasement that flooded over her helplessness. There 
was nothing else in the world except the heated throb of her wet 
passage behind and the spewing cock in her mouth. She wallowed 
obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the fat little man jerking 
into her face.

When it was over and he had flicked the machine off with the box in his 
hand a seeming eternity later, she still moaned and cooed, nibbling 
gently at the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair 
above, cooing, and pressed the button that slowly withdrew the giant 
cock from her forever-stretched cunt. It slipped out with a gentle 
sucking noise as a great cool rush of air filled it where the 
instrument had worked it to white hot orgasm a moment before. He 
stepped back, withdrawing the cock in her mouth with a slight plop, a 
thin string of semen following it away.

Ann lay panting in utter exhaustion. Her tortured body could not move 
as she watched him stagger back and collapse in the chair next to her 
still tightly strapped body. Her eyes fluttered closed and exhausted 
sighs of satiation escaped through her sperm covered lips. The shame of 
her surrender to has depraved rape seeped slowly back into her tortured 
mind.


Chapter 15

"My dear girl, you've been wasting your talents working as a 
secretary," Max chuckled a little later as he unstrapped her still 
shaking body from the machine. "We should channel them into something 
that more befits your temperament."

Ann stumbled to the bed collapsing on it, arms and legs spread 
obscenely wide. She couldn't bear to move to even try and cover herself 
after the experience on that dreadful machine. The shame and 
humiliation of what had just been done to her was too much for the 
tormented girl. Not only had her body betrayed her shamelessly to this 
beast, but had also betrayed her deep love for Dave. She had turned 
into an animal herself and all thoughts of decency had deserted her in 
her wild quest for her own selfish sensual satisfaction.

She clenched her fists so tightly together her knuckles hurt when she 
thought of the depths of degradation to which he had brought her. The 
words he had made her use, and worse, that he had made her want to use. 
There was nothing she wouldn't do at this moment if she could just 
erase these last few horrid minutes from time forever and replace them 
with anything--anything but what had occurred.

"Here, my dear, I think you need this," Max interrupted her thoughts 
and handed her a drink and lighted cigarette. "But don't drink it too 
quickly, we don't want you to get too insensitive, do we?"

Ann lifted herself exhaustedly to one elbow and accepted the drink. She 
turned the glass up and almost drained it with one gulp to erase the 
dry thick taste of Max's semen in her mouth. He sat on the edge of the 
bed next to her drinking his soda and ice that he had fixed for himself 
and ran his hand languidly over Ann's full rounded hip that rose in 
profile as she lay on her side. She made no move to stop him or pull 
away from his possessive caress. She no longer cared--nothing mattered 
anymore. She had descended as far into the cesspool of depravity as one 
could go in her attempt to regain the pictures upon which her husband's 
future happiness rested--anything else that happened after this could 
not be worse so she resigned herself to suffer his humiliations, 
whatever they might be for the period they had agreed upon.

"You liked that, didn't you, my dove?" Max said, a triumphant gleam in 
his eyes.

Ann's mind suddenly rebelled again at his possessive familiarity and 
she had to strike back at him. She sat up abruptly on the bed.

"Mr. Schroeder," she said, glaring at him coldly. "Please don't call me 
"my dear." I've agreed to your terms because you've forced me into it 
and I've no other choice but I won't give you my soul, Mr. Schroeder, 
and you can't make me, no matter what you do."

"Are you so certain, my dear Ann?" Max smiled, his small beady eyes 
staring straight back into hers.

"Yes, I'm certain," Ann spat at him, she wanted more than anything in 
the world to hurt this vile, little man because of the indescribable 
humiliations he had just heaped upon her helpless bound form. "Look at 
you, do you think anyone could even lie next to you, you fat slimy 
thing, unless you forced them to do it the way you did me, You're 
revolting and disgusting!"

Almost before the last words were out of her mouth, Ann was sorry. In 
her sudden desire to fight back and avenge her own weak surrender, she 
had forgotten the reason she was here. She almost reached for him to 
apologize and to say she didn't really mean those things but his hard 
cool stare cut her short.

"All right, Mrs. Morrow, if that's the way you want it, then that's the 
way it shall be."

Max rose from the bed and walked over to the clock, patting its face. 
He turned and looked at her crumpled form on the bed.

"Remember the rules, it doesn't start again until I'm pleased. And 
believe me, Mrs. Morrow, I can be very difficult to please once I have 
become angry."

He pulled his robe together, tying it with the terry-cloth belt and 
walked toward the door.

"I'll be back tomorrow when you've had time to think," he said, his 
small cruel eyes penetrating her. "I hope you'll be in a more receptive 
mood."

With that, the opened the door and left, bolting it behind him. Ann's 
eyes flooded with tears. She collapsed on the bed moaning to herself.

"What have I done? Oh God, what have I done now?" Her clenched fists 
pounded the bed beside her in frustration. She had never felt so alone 
and helpless in her entire life. She sobbed herself into a deep but 
troubled sleep, her mind dwelling on the envelope above, and wondering 
how much she would have to go through to start its slow, tortuous 
descent again. Her vagina felt stretched and used as it never had 
before and her last conscious thought was of the huge mechanical cock, 
drubbing ceaselessly in and out of her belly from behind while Max had 
emptied his evil sperm mercilessly into her mouth in front.

* * *

She awoke with a start. Sidney was standing over her with a large glass 
of orange juice.

"Mr. Schroeder said to give you this to keep up your strength, Madam," 
he said, maintaining his icy reserve.

Ann crimsoned when she realized that she was still nude. She vainly 
attempted to cover herself with her hands but there were just too many 
critical exposed areas to allow it.

"May I have some clothing, please," she asked in an almost whisper, 
attempting to maintain as much dignity as possible.

"No madam, Mr. Schroeder instructs that you are to have no clothing or 
food until he instructs."

"But-but I can't just stay here like this. I must at least have 
something to cover myself."

"No one will enter, madam, except me, and I'm just not interested. 
There is a bathroom with all the things you need." Sidney pointed to a 
door next to the dressing room Max had shown her last night. "Please 
don't feel any animosity toward me, Mrs. Morrow, I am only an employee 
and follow Mr. Schroeder's orders."

He left the room, again bolting the door and left Ann still sitting in 
the center of the bed, her arms ineffectually thrown around her exposed 
breasts and thighs. As soon as he was out the door, Ann tried the 
dressing room door. She remembered it had clothing in it. It was 
locked. She went into the bathroom and found on a dressing table, all 
the things a woman needs for her toilet. There were several packs of 
cigarettes and a small silver tray of the thin brown hashish 
cigarettes. She looked at them in curiosity. She had not really had the 
chance to study them in Tijuana, the room had been dark, but had 
wondered what they really looked like.

Such a small thing, she mused, and yet so powerful to dissolve one's 
will. She thought at first, of flushing the evil little things down the 
john, but decided against it, thinking it might drive Max to further 
anger. She knew now that if she was to ever get out of here she must 
not allow that to happen again. She left the cigarettes where they were 
and brushed her teeth, showered, and combed her hair. At least she 
could maintain the dignity of bodily cleanliness, if nothing else. This 
was important to her and snide her feel better in spite of her hopeless 
situation.

When she had finished her toilet, she returned to the large room and 
began to cautiously explore it. Last night she had been so upset 
emotionally and so filled with Martinis that she didn't really remember 
it clearly. She did remember the mural and all its details. How could 
she forget, she thought, the way Max had described it and the language 
he had used in doing so? The racks holding the long poles and whips 
were locked. Undoubtedly, to prevent her from fishing for the envelope 
with them. Not that it mattered, the door was locked and she had no 
clothes. What would she do if she was able to get them down anyway?

In one corner was a large bookcase that attracted her attention. It 
must have held at least two hundred books. The titles were strange and 
were not familiar to Ann. They were all bound in beautiful red leather 
covers with the titles in gold. No authors were listed. She pulled one 
out at random with the title, "History of Female Self-gratification--
Illustrated."

She took the glass of orange juice Sidney had left, and a package of 
cigarette and curled up in one of the large, soft chairs that circled 
the bed with the book. She was ravenously hungry in spite of her 
anxiety and the orange juice helped to quell it a bit. She lit a 
cigarette and began thumbing through the voluminous pages.

It was the strangest book she had ever read and at first revolted her 
with its pointed language but as it progressed she became more 
fascinated with the subject. It explained in lurid detail the methods 
women used in bringing about sexual gratification without the aid of a 
man. Detailed photographs were interspersed between the pages of 
description. One such photograph showed a strange contraption upon 
which the woman could lie on her back and by turning a bicycle pedal 
above her could adjust the rate of speed of a mechanical lover below. 
Various sized instruments could be attached to the pistol-like device. 
There was another of a plain rubber instrument whose shape caused her 
to flush in embarrassment even though she was alone. It was obviously 
for hand use only. Along with the photographs were detailed histories 
of each. It described their uses, the pleasures they could bring, and 
even in some cases detailed drawings of how they might be constructed.

Ann went through several other books, all of which were illustrated and 
explained graphically the actions taking place in these illustrations. 
One had described and pictured all the positions of love with 
combinations of from two to five or six people involved. It was similar 
in detail to the mural but illustrated photographically. She was 
certain the artists had used some of these photos for their models when 
they had done the painting. They were similar in subject. Even some of 
the faces looked the sane ...

Ann began to get restless, she had gone through both packs of 
cigarettes now and wondered how long she had been sitting there. It 
must have been quite a few hours though but she had no way of telling. 
There were no clocks, except the one marked off in twenty-four hours--
and it was stopped after running only one hour and forty-three minutes 
though her ordeal had seemed it had lasted for days. There were no 
windows in the room so she didn't have the slightest idea whether it 
was light or dark outside. She was completely isolated from the world 
and this madman could keep her here as long as he wanted to as she had 
told no one where she was going.

Suddenly, she could hear the door opening. She tried to hide the book 
she was reading but it was too late. Max was in the room before she 
could get up out of the chair. Instead, she pressed it over her breasts 
to hide as much of herself as she could. This still left the rest of 
her exposed but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Well, my dear, I see you've found my little collection of erotic 
literature. Does it appeal to you now that you've tasted some of its 
secrets?"

Ann held herself back from cursing him as she felt like doing; she knew 
it would be a mistake and she wanted with all her heart to get the 
clock running again and leave this evil place with the incriminating 
photographs dangling over the bed, safely in her possession.

"Yes--I've I've enjoyed them," she lied in her anxiety to please him.

"I hope you've repented after your disgraceful outburst last night. I 
trust the time you've had to reconsider your position has enlightened 
your sense of logic."

"I-I'll do anything," Ann said, lowering her head in utter defeat. She 
had thought a great deal about it and there was no other way out but do 
his complete bidding. 

"Good then, shall we have something to eat?"

"Oh, yes, please," the gnawing hunger in her sty mach was almost more 
than sloe could bear. She hadn't eaten a thing the day she came here 
because of her dread of the meeting. This would make almost two days 
since she had touched a thing but the orange juice.

Max rang for Sidney and he wheeled in a large table of delicious 
delicacies that caused Ann's mouth to water as she thought of tasting 
it.

"Just leave one chair, Sidney, Mrs. Morrow will be eating on the 
floor," Max said slyly with a wink to the butler.

"What-what-do you mean?" Ann stammered.

"Just what I said, my dear," as he sat down at the lone chair. "This is 
part of the game. Sit here beside me on your knees and I'll feed you. 
No hands," he chuckled, "if you do, no more food."

"Aren't-aren't you going to start the clock now?" Ann looked at him 
pleadingly.

"No, my dove, this is practice to see if you've really repented the way 
you say you have. Now crawl over here like a good little girl."

Ann slumped to the floor from the chair and began the seemingly endless 
crawl to the table. It was the most monstrous humiliation she had been 
subjected to yet. To have to sit on her haunches and beg for her food 
from this vile creature was worse even than physical abuse. 
Nevertheless, her hunger overcame her fierce pride and she made her way 
to him slowly. She could see his beady eyes playing with sadistic glee 
on her large breasts as they danced beneath her.

He cut into the pheasant and crammed his own mouth full with bite after 
bite. After what seemed an eternity to her, he took a small scrap in 
his greasy little fingers and threw it over on the floor some distance 
away. In her scramble for it, she could hear his lewd clucking in the 
background as he watched her exposed buttocks swishing tantalizing back 
and forth in the air as she greedily lowered her face to the floor and 
quickly gulped the morsel down He continued this torment throughout the 
meal, making certain each time he threw a scrap that he had a good view 
of her both crawling after the bits of food and then crawling back 
beside him before he would throw another.

"I'm giving you practice, my dear, for a friend who's coming shortly. 
He likes his women crawling on the floor. As punishment for your 
uncalled-for outburst last night, I'm going to let him amuse himself 
with you for a few hours."

Despite her still unsatisfied hunger, Ann leaped to her feet beside 
him.

"You-you mean another man?" she blurted in horror.

"Of course, my love, I told you I would have to discipline you. 
Besides, I'm certain you want the clock to start again. Look, you 
haven't even begun to earn your little keepsakes back." He pointed to 
the envelope which had hardly begun its long descent down to where Ann 
could reach them.

"But I'm just supposed to please you," the stunned girl whimpered. "You 
promised, you promised if I just pleased you."

"Ah, my dear, but it does please me. You see, I'll be watching it all 
both for my own enjoyment, and also to make certain my friend is 
happy."

"You mean you're going to be in the room too?" Revulsion mushroomed 
inside her unbelieving mind.

"No, of course not. Nothing so crude. I'll be behind there with some 
other friends." He pointed triumphantly to the mirrored wall.

It was with a sudden shocking realization that Ann remembered the two-
way mirror in Tijuana. He had them too!

"Oh no," she moaned sinking limply to her knees beside him. "Please 
don't nuke me do that, I just can't, knowing other people are watching. 
I just can't." She sobbed hysterically.

"Ann my dear, you did a beautiful job in Tijuana, there were at least 
ten people in the room when you performed so well."

"But I was drugged, that wasn't me, I didn't know what I was doing," 
she defended, tears streaming down both cheeks.

"I've left you some help in the dressing room. I'm certain you've seen 
them."

"No," she protested, "I won't ever smoke one of those horrible things 
again."

"That's up to you, my dear, I thought you just might appreciate the 
help until you get over these silly inhibitions you've been brought up 
with. I must go now and I want you to be ready in one hour. I can 
control the clock from the other room and when I feel you are earning 
it, I will start it. If you let me down then our little game is over 
for good and you can go home--without the pictures, of course--they 
will go in the mail," he added with an evil grin.

He left Ann crumpled on the floor in a sobbing heap and went out the 
door.

Shortly afterwards, Sidney came in, he stood over her shaking form for 
a moment and then gently lifted her to her feet by one arm.

"Mr. Schroeder has asked me to prepare you," he said, a little more 
warmth in his voice than usual.

"Oh, Sidney, I can't do it," she moaned as he led her into the small 
room with the dressing table.

"I don't think you have a choice, Madam," he answered as he sat her at 
the dressing table and began combing her long blonde hair out into its 
full length beauty again. He worked with her for about a half an hour, 
even applying her make-up for her, until she was presentable again and 
the marks of her crying had disappeared.

"Mr. Jason, the man who is coming enjoys this perfume, madam," he said 
as he dabbed it lightly over the critical places on Ann's body. She 
noticed that his touch was almost womanly and her nudeness didn't seem 
to affect him as it did most men. He maintained a aloofness that could 
only lead Ann to suspect that he had other tendencies than a desire for 
women.

"What--what shall I do, Sidney?" she asked, her own mind empty from the 
constant humiliations she had been subjected to.

"I would suggest that madam goes along with the desires of the 
gentleman, I would not risk displeasing Mr. Schroeder again if I were 
she."

"But I just can't, knowing other people will be watching. Does Mr. 
Jason know it too?"

"Certainly, Madam, Mr. Schroeder has brought him in to teach you a 
lesson. He uses him often to punish those who have been uncooperative. 
Mr. Jason is not a kind man. I would suggest that one of these might 
help," he said pointing at the tray of hashish. "The gentlemen is, to 
be quite frank, a brutal pig and madam may need the consolation."

With this intelligence Sidney completed her toilet and left her alone, 
reminding her that Jason would arrive within fifteen minutes.


Chapter 16

Ann sat before the table for a long moment looking at the thin brown 
cigarettes and pondering Sidney's words. "The gentleman is a brutal pig 
... you may need the consolation," kept spinning through her confused 
mind until she reached slowly forward and picked up one from the small 
silver tray. She knew better than to stop and think about it--she would 
never be able to go through with it--she would suddenly give way to 
revulsion as she had done with Max last night and her last chance of 
getting that envelope would be gone forever and with that all her 
chances for a decent life again with Dave.

She lit one and took a deep, deep drag, feeling again the familiar 
sweet pungent taste, the biting in her throat, and the deep burning 
within her lungs. She held it long until the burning sensation 
gradually changed to one of soothing calm, slowly relaxing her tense, 
frayed nerves. She still sat before the mirror as she smoked, and with 
each pull from the thin, burning tube, she could see her own vision 
becoming more clear. Sidney had done her hair well and she studied the 
long soft strands that he had combed out to fall so loosely to her 
shoulders. It was fascinating to study it in detail she had never seen 
it quite so clearly before.

She had never really seen anything so clearly before except the last 
time in Tijuana. She could sense ecstatically the smoke going deeply 
into her when she inhaled. Her chest expanded to proportions she had 
never thought possible. She placed the cigarette in the ash tray and 
cupped her hands under her breasts. Pushing them up so she could see 
them closer, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, 
tweaking them into hardness in spite of a slight soreness from Max's 
attack. They were beautiful, more beautiful than she had really noticed 
before and her gradual massaging was causing them to rise into creamy 
white firmness that would not have looked out-of-place on a marble 
goddess. The nipples quivered before the attack of her rapidly teasing 
forefingers and protruded high and proud from the quivering orbs held 
into the air by her palms

She drew further from the tantalizing weed, holding it long--long--
until it felt as though her lungs would burst from the delicious 
pressure being exerted upon them--glass on the table--a hairpin--she 
could feel within herself anything she concentrated upon--the evil weed 
again took its toll upon the logic of her mind.

* * *

Even the soothing effect of the two hashish cigarettes she smoked 
didn't prepare Ann for the shock she received a few minutes later when 
Mr. Jason entered the room. She had thought she was prepared for the 
worst. She curled up in one of the chairs to wait resigning herself, 
with the aid of the drug, to another round of humiliation and anguish. 
She had watched the envelope dangling above--still an eternity away. 
She had heard the key in the door and felt the fear rising in her 
throat as it slowly began opening. There were two of them. One, Mr. 
Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes close-set, feral. Mr. 
Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a Chicago gangster. 
There was a certain coldness in his eyes as though he didn't have a 
human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the 
typical bodyguard and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He 
must have been six and a half feet tall and weighed at least two-
hundred and eighty pounds. It was all muscle too.

"Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr. Jason whistled at his companion, 
as his eyes roamed lustfully over the naked curves of Ann's young, full 
body. "Old Max can really pick 'em. This'll be the easiest job he's 
ever given us."

"Yeh, boss, he really can," the huge man answered in a thick eastern 
accent. "She looks like a tender one."

"She looks like just my style, Shorty," the small man said to the big 
one. "I don't know if there'll be anything left for you when I get 
through."

"Aw Boss, save a little. I can't pass this up."

"We'll see, boy, we'll see. Let's find out what she's made of first. 
Get me that long black flicker from the wall."

As the horrified girl watched, the big man went to the rack and 
unlocked it, taking a long black whip back to the other without saying 
a word to her. Jason made several trial cracks with it and then 
advanced on her.

"See this, dolly," he spat at her in his thick eastern accent. "I hope 
I don't have to use it too much. Max said you might be a little 
hesitant to play my kinda games."

Ann quivered in the chair, too frightened to move in spite of the 
inhibition-killing effect of the hashish. She knew she had to act the 
parts they desired or Max, behind the mirror, would never start the 
clock and she just had to get it going again and end this horrible 
ordeal before she lost her mind.

"Get on the floor and crawl for awhile, sweety," he said, beaming a sly 
look at his eagerly smiling companion. "I wanna see it all shake."

Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours and began 
moving in the humiliating position across the softness of the rung, 
afraid of the long black whip held menacingly in his hand.

"Faster, faster, you little bitch, Max said we was to teach you a 
little respect and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at 
her and suddenly flicked the whip cracking across the room to catch her 
with just the tip on her left buttock.

Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his 
commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation 
she was being subjected to, and worse, the humiliation of knowing there 
were others watching her every move from behind the huge mirror. Julia 
was probably there too, smirking with self-satisfaction in the 
knowledge that she had led her into this. God only knew how many others 
watched this subjugation to these two inhuman monsters Max had brought 
to humiliate her. She was moving as an automaton now, following the 
harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the singing lash that 
would snake through the air when she was just a little slow in carrying 
them out. Her buttocks were raw from the welts that had been inflicted 
upon them and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain 
grow greater.

"Hew, Shorty," Jason suddenly said after he had driven her around the 
room several times on her knees. "Sit down on the chair over there, I'm 
gonna let you stretch those little lips for me. They don't look big 
enough to take a real cock."

Shorty snorted eagerly, and taking off his coat, reclined back in one 
of the ermine covered easy chairs by the bed.

"Now come on, baby. Give Big Daddy there some of those sweet little 
lips." He grinned eagerly, motioning for Ann to crawl to him.

She hesitated for just a second and the cruel lash sung through the air 
landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost 
leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and 
spread them apart so she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair 
at the same time so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward 
edge. As Ann crawled between them he tangled his hands in her long 
blonde hair and pulled it down, grinding his crotch up at the same time 
against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already-
erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants. She closed her 
eyes in bitter submission, determined through her drugged haze that she 
would go through with it without a fight.

"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed through leering lips, twisting 
her hair in his hands until Ann thought he would rip it from her head 
by the roots.

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape the 
lash in the hands of Jason. She knew he was just waiting for the 
slightest excuse to punish her and she moved desperately to please 
them, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant 
throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, hurry it up," Jason shouted cruelly from behind her when 
she had difficulty in unzipping his fly. "Shorty's gonna cum in his 
pants before you even get there."

Finally, after she fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy 
instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Shorty grabbed 
her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so 
that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a 
scant few inches from her bulging eyes. Then, Shorty's hands were at 
her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock 
rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of 
the rigid member. It must have been as large as the one on the machine, 
a full eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, sickened by the 
thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust by a 
total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her 
unwilling throat but again the whip lashed through the air causing her 
to gasp for breath in pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air 
expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her quivering buttocks the 
thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. 
She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full 
length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid 
seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its 
pungent salty taste.

The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding 
in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his large 
meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.

Jason moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Shorty 
pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt 
the big man made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped 
the whip on the floor by her kneeling body and ran his small rough 
hands over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her 
full round breasts that pointed to the floor, tweaking and twisting the 
small buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the 
sides of her body over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His 
fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick 
sword of flesh sawing into Ann's wide-stretched lips. It was an 
exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight 
between the two huge hands, and a giant penis forcing its way in and 
out between her red, straining lips as she groaned in submission 
between his legs below.

Ann could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head 
rose up and down on the thick shaft protruding before her. She could 
see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it 
left the open fly. Her mind wandered in drugged semi-conscious thought-
-nothing mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with 
and to get it over with she had to please her cruel tormentors and the 
spectators with Max behind the two-way mirror. She had to--she could 
never rest again until the packet of pictures still dangling high over 
the bed were safely in her hands and she had destroyed forever the lewd 
secret of her adultery.

She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around 
the slimy lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny 
open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as 
though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a 
great gushing fountain of sperm that would Now into her mouth and 
throat in a never ending stream of memory. A memory she could never 
forget as long as she lived--it would stay with her forever and forever 
blotting out her chances for happiness until she died and her body had 
rotted in the grave--but she would not let it destroy Dave; he would 
never know the horrors she had gone through because of that one night 
of weakness and rape. She would protect him from it with all she had 
end all she had left now was her body. A body at the mercy of Max and 
whomever he chose to enjoy its secret pleasure. She would show them, 
drummed through her hashish hazed mind, she would show them she could 
please, she would make them start the pictures descending again no 
matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to be a whore, she 
would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck! They wanted 
her to fuck, she would fuck!

Her tortured drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness 
of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again 
arising erotically in her belly.

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh 
now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it 
until she killed him. Shorty groaned and twisted above her, raining 
obscenities down at the top of her bobbing, blonde head and watching 
with delight the oval shaped lips straining at this genital as though 
it were a stick of peppermint candy fed to a starving child. Jason 
played at her kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands 
brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing 
it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever 
they touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked 
back, slobbering a path along her spine that sent shivers running to 
the tips of her laboring breasts quivering under her kneeling body. 
They descended down toward the crevice of her buttocks which his hands 
had already pulled wide apart, his fingers curling down and rummaging 
in the wet slit of her vagina between the warm hair-lined lips that now 
throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her 
mouth.

He moistened the tip of his middle finger from the wetness of her cunt 
and slowly stroked it up the crevice toward her tight, tiny anus, 
mumbling incoherently in the excitement of having this young, 
voluptuous body twisting under the probings of his hands. The tip of 
his finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled teasingly around 
the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum for a moment 
and then with a sudden thrust sunk deep inside.

Ann jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Shorty thrust 
up again, impaling her mouth deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt 
as though it would choke her to death. She gagged slightly at the 
choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great 
gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long 
thin finger digging deep into her asshole. Grunts of protest escaped 
from around the tightness of her lips as he dug deeper and deeper 
expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint 
from the cruel probe.

Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a 
sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the long thick 
cock. Shorty's pelvis began jerking wildly and ramming the fleshy 
member deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. She could feel it 
throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of her cheeks and tongue and 
she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate 
humiliation was being forced upon her,

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation 
that would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the 
evil pictures dangling over the bed. She sucked hungrily, her mouth 
salivating as it never had before as Jason behind stretched and pulled 
at the tight puckered ring of her rectum, chuckling his obscene 
observations lewdly to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy 
confines of her wet upturned crevice.

Shorty groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, 
holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. 
His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the 
hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Ann groaned as she continued 
sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the 
gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She 
clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, 
swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to 
suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he 
was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, 
incited her to greater effort. It continued for an almost eternity an 
she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the 
sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last 
hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her 
expanded rectum popped out and Jason pushed her forward.

"Lick him clean," he commanded hoarsely.

Ann followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the 
base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and 
began to lick around it twirling the tip of it her tongue into the thin 
sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could 
feel it jerking slightly under the easing ministrations and licked to 
complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment 
later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from 
her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated 
and sank to softness.

"Man, that was something," Shorty breathed above, looking down at a 
trickle of semen down her chin. "Boss, you gotta try it."

Jason looked at him amused. There was an unmistakably cruel twinkle in 
his eyes that sent chill down Ann's spine. She no longer knew what to 
expect. These were no ordinary men and she knew now that Max had 
instructed them to subject her to every depraved and lewd act that came 
to their minds.

"I got better plans, Shorty. Get off your tail and pull 'er over to the 
bed. That tight little asshole looks like its never had any action. I 
think its about time."

Before she could resist or cry out in protest to the lewd proposal she 
felt herself grasped tightly by the waist and lifted bodily from the 
floor. Her muscles were so exhausted and cramped from the strain of the 
kneeling position that she would have collapsed had not she been 
supported on either side by Shorty and Jason who carried her 
unresisting body toward the bed. They flung her forward face down on it 
her limbs falling outward in a spread-eagle position almost as she had 
been before when Max had chained her down to the mattress

"Chain her hands," Jason instructed Shorty, who quickly pulled her arm 
up and clasped them into the same bracelets at the top of the bed that 
she had been bound with before. "She might get a little violent with 
this action. She looks like a cherry in that tight little asshole."

"W-What are you going to do?" Ann whimpered, turning her head back so 
that she could see Jason behind her.

"Just a little fun, dolly. Don't you worry," he grinned evilly as he 
unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. "You're gonna have 
the ride of your life. Old Jason here's a master at this rear end 
stuff."

Ann couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself 
for anything now she had thought. She would give them whatever they 
wanted but this wasn't human. It wasn't right. He couldn't mean what he 
had said. He was just trying to frighten her, trying to make her crawl 
and plead with him. He wouldn't dare make love to her there, not like 
an animal!

She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together behind her in 
reaction to the horrible thought. Both his and Max's fingers had 
violated her anus before and it had hurt. They would kill her if they 
tried to make love to her there.

"Man what an ass," she heard Jason crooning from behind. "I'm gonna 
love this."

Through the haze she felt his small wiry hands opening her buttocks, 
drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together 
but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too 
great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could 
feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.

"It's too tight," he gloated, from his kneeling position behind her. 
"Better stretch it out a little."

She could feel the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked 
rectum and she clenched the puckered tiny lips tight in a desperate 
effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for 
a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved 
forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first 
knuckle again. Ann jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as 
keen as she thought it would be. It was still stretched a bit from his 
probings while she had sucked Shorty a few moments ago. She relaxed 
slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger 
ram unexpectedly in along side the first. It hurt this time and she 
jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few 
inches up the bed, groaning as she did so.

"Oh, don't, please don't. It hurts." Tears of pain and humiliation ran 
from her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not 
been just talking. He was going to make love to her there. He was going 
to plant that long thing fully up her virginal rectum in an un-natural 
act of love that she didn't know existed before. This was the ultimate 
humiliation and surrender and flickering images of the leering faces of 
Max and Julia drifted through her confused and tortured mind as they 
must be watching from behind the mirror; as her unwilling body was 
being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading ways 
possible. She would never live through it, she could never face the 
world again after this horror and subjugator Surely she would die. She 
cringed her crotch away from him but it was useless, he planted the 
palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, 
trapping her between the mattress, the fingers digging cruelly into her 
back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the 
fingers in the tight, narrow hole preparing it for his coming assault.

As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in he pulled them out of her. 
They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of the anus 
clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He 
forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks 
and licked wetly at the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole 
in preparation for the greater entry.

"Kneel up," he suddenly commanded, eager for the ultimate subjugation 
of her shaking body.

She hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerking them 
to the kneeling position her breasts still pressed tightly down on the 
bed. Her buttocks were high in the air behind her, waving as in open 
invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in 
abject helplessness.

"Man, she wants it, Shorty, look at that hairless little thing beg."

His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his 
legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and 
helpless, completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to 
keep back the tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes.

His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air 
as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked 
split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It 
was huge! As big as the one she had been forced to so cruelly suck to 
completion a few minutes before. She hadn't expected it from such a 
small man. She could never take that in her rectum without ripping her 
belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move up the bed 
away from it.

"Hold her shoulders down, goddamn it!" he shouted at Shorty still 
sitting in front of her. "The little bitch is slipping."

The big man's hands quickly dug into her shoulders, pressing them hard 
and flat against the mattress. She could not move. She was wide and 
helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved man behind her. 
She could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching penis probing 
hard into her upturned crotch.

His hands coursed down over her buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either 
side of the tiny puckered anus stretching it wide. Then, she felt a 
probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then 
grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.

"Ooooohhhh! N-No, pleaseeee noooooh!" she pleaded in a soul-shattering 
screech as she felt the tight resisting nether ring giving way before 
the unyielding pressure, the tip popping inside with a jerk.

"Hold her down, Shorty, hold her down!" Jason puffed from behind, "God, 
it's tight."

She screamed, and then groaned again but the sounds echoed through the 
room unheeded. There was no one to help her. There was no one in the 
world, all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from 
the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders into the 
bed. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the 
depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick 
cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft 
rubbery flesh inside of her widely-stretched anal passage in great 
waves of pain before it. Filling her backside ceaselessly as though she 
were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak by the barbarians of 
old. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until 
suddenly she felt the course hair of his loins smack heavily into the 
softness of her buttocks. The cruel, fleshy thickness was buried to the 
hilt.

She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like a 
pig on a giant roasting spit. She wanted to fart from the pressure but 
she couldn't, the huge cudgel blocking her stretched hole like the bung 
in a barrel.

Jason, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic 
pleasure began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft 
depths of her back passage bringing further sobs of pain and misery 
from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in 
her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as Jason behind her 
levered up on his knees, and began to lunge the full length of his 
punishing rod into her with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges 
of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it 
withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was aware dimly of 
Shorty chuckling to himself and pushing back hard on her shoulders with 
each lunge the rampaging cock made into her behind, trapping her 
servile kneeling body between the skewering from behind and his hands 
in front. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully 
bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.

Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her 
resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust 
seared into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure 
floating through the silence of the room around them and hated herself 
and her body for the joy it was giving him though there was nothing she 
could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the 
degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. 
In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles trying to rip 
the plunging column of flesh from his body.

"Aaaaaggh," he groaned, "God, it's tight. I can't stand it," he 
groaned, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh 
enveloping it. She couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her 
rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. 
The humiliation was too great. Kneeling in total submission before the 
lewd eyes of the men slaving over her body and whomever else Max may 
have invited behind the mirror was too much for her tormented mind to 
absorb. She had to end it, she had to, she prayed for the strength to 
please them.

She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, 
undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, 
clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-
stroke. Jason above watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round 
hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of 
her buttocks before him.

"Let 'er go, boy," he chortled to Shorty, "she's ready to fuck."

Jason groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she 
was his to do as he wished now. She was a slave kneeling before him 
prepared to follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance 
left in this innocent young piece impaled on his cock He would give it 
to her now as she had never had it before and she would love it--she 
was loving it as he watched the movement of her buttocks and the 
arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like 
a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around 
her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.

Her face rolled from side to side on the mattress and he could see it 
flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in 
unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and 
churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end, she 
grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions 
of her buttocks for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot 
sperm of his orgasm.

Jason sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, 
hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his pelvis. He 
gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his 
strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a 
sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of 
her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire to hurt 
rippled through him as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that 
seared up her stretched anus like fire.

"Aggggghhhhh!" she groaned piteously; he flicked again deeper. 
"Aaaaaaggggghhh!"

With the last half groan, half scream, Ann could feel in her agony the 
giant tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it 
would never stop. It was killing her, it was stretching the muscles of 
her asshole beyond all human endurance.

"Oh God, cum, cum, for God's Sake, cum!" she grunted in pain and 
masochistic pleasure and fucked back against him wildly.

He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering, and shoved forward 
with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her 
quivering belly and shuddered his hot, thick cum in wave after wave 
into the depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks 
still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy 
loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her 
soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned 
with delight and collapsed over her body flattening her to the bed.

After awhile she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of 
his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of 
her flooded, expanded anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness there 
but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer a 
virgin anywhere anymore and there was nothing left for them to do to 
her. She had had it all. They had debauched and humiliated her in every 
way possible now and she could never forget it, but they still had not 
destroyed her soul and her love for Dave. She would do it again for 
him--a million times over, even though the blight and humiliation would 
live in her mind forever. But now, they wanted pleasure?--she would 
give them pleasure--what the hell.

"I wanna fuck her now, boss," she heard Shorty's half begging voice 
break through her thoughts.

"Sure, kid, go ahead, she's all yours."

She kept her eyes tightly shut, a faint smile playing across her lips 
and felt the chains released from her wrists. The huge meaty hands that 
had held her head so tightly before when he forced her to suck him 
rolled her over on her back.

"Spread 'em honey. Big Daddy wants to climb on board."

Ann, without hesitation, drew her legs up, her feet flat on the bed and 
her knees pressed together in the air. She let them limply fall apart 
in tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as 
well give it to them.

"Man, look at that," Shorty gasped as he looked down at the young firm 
body spread waiting before him. "And she loves it."

She felt his heavy weight crawling on the bed and between her open and 
waiting legs. She curled them around his hips as he reached down and 
pressed the bluntness of his cock between the swollen pink edges of her 
moist and ready cunt. He drove forward with a grunt, impaling her again 
on the thick shaft of flesh. Ann groaned in justified surrender and 
tightening her arms around his neck pressed her open wet lips against 
his, and with a deep moan sucked his tongue deep into her mouth as she 
felt his huge driving cock hit bottom in her belly. Yes, she would 
please them--all they wanted. She contracted the muscles of her vagina 
tightly around the surging instrument and began a slow rhythmic 
rotation of her hips and buttocks that seemed to last forever and ever. 
There was no longer reality--just the pleasure and animal grunts 
drifting down from the sweating weight crushing her into the softness 
of the mattress.


Chapter 17

Ann had prepared herself for the worst. After receiving Dave's cable 
about arriving home in ten days, she had tried her best to convince 
Julia that she shouldn't be forced to attend anymore parties but she 
had insisted she come tonight anyway. She had at last conceded that she 
and Max might give the photographs back to her. Both of them had 
promised her, several months ago, that she could have them back when 
she had either worked off the twenty-four hours, or, when Dave came 
back. She knew after the first few times with Max that she could never 
do it with that hateful clock. In the several months that had passed 
since he first hung the pictures up, (and God only knows how many 
visits), she had only been able to use up a little over three hours. He 
always found some reason for turning it off, despite all her agonizing 
efforts to please him or the many clients he allowed to use her.

Ann had often wondered about these clients. They always had eastern 
accents and looked almost like the characters out of old gangster 
movies. Max had some kind of dealings with them and she was certain it 
was not legal. He wasn't making all of has money on that store. It 
would have taken ten of them to support the way he lived. At any rate, 
this was none of her business. Her business was to get those pictures 
back tonight.

The taxi let her off in front of the now familiar house and Ann climbed 
the steps dejectedly for what seemed like the millionth time. She rang 
the bell and waited for Sidney's familiar face to answer. No one came. 
She tried again several times and could hear absolutely nothing from 
the inside of the house. She felt a momentary sense of panic. Suppose 
they had decided not to see her again until after Dave arrived and then 
demanded she make some excuse to get her out here. She had to get those 
pictures tonight.

Ann walked around behind the house to the swimming pool in hope the 
large glass divider separating it from the living room might be open. 
It was closed tight, and so were all the other smaller doors leading 
into the house from the back. She would just have to wait until someone 
did come, she had to talk to one of them tonight.

As she picked her way back around to the front of the house, Ann was 
suddenly frozen into immobility. The most blood-curdling scream she had 
ever heard pierced the cool night air! It seemed as though someone were 
being tortured horribly. Ann wanted to run but she couldn't, her feet 
were frozen to the ground in fear. Several dark figures stepped from 
the shadows surrounding the house and grabbed her. She was dragged 
kicking, into the house and up the stairs into Max's playroom.

Her eyes bulged and she had to place both hands over her stomach 
tightly to keep from vomiting at the horrifying sight that greeted her.

Max was chained to the wall next to the racks, his arms and legs 
stretched wide apart. Carlos was standing in front of him holding a 
glowing hot poker several inches from his stomach. Almost every inch of 
his nude body was covered with swollen black marks where the poker had 
seared into his fat flesh. The room stank of burned flesh. There was a 
pitiful pleading in hit eyes, not for salvation, but for death. He 
showed no sign of recognition when Ann was brought in, his eyes 
remained immobile, staring straight ahead as if seeing nothing.

Julia was shackled to the bed where Ann herself had undergone so many 
degrading experiences the last several months. A Mexican was standing 
over her with the cat-o-nine-tails in his hand. Her body was covered 
from her face to her ankles with nasty open gashes that had been 
inflicted by the murderous instrument.

"Make them stop, Ann, please--please--please!" Julia whispered through 
swollen lips.

Ann jumped as Julia's pleas were cut short by the whistling smack of 
the multi-leathered whip biting deep into her bared breasts. A low, 
heart-rending groan replaced the pleas.

"Shut up slut," the Mexican spat at her. He was obviously enjoying the 
torture and pain he was inflicting on the helpless girl. The whip 
snaked through the air again, this time between her wide-spread thighs. 
Ann choked back the sickness that was building in her throat, as Julia 
faded into unconsciousness.

"Well, well what have we here?" Carlos said in an amused voice when he 
saw Ann standing in the doorway. "Where did you find her, amigos?"

"Outside, Senor Gomez," one of the men answered. "She heard the 
screams."

"We should never have opened the door to let the smell from this rotten 
pig out. I forgot about his lung power when he doesn't have his friends 
around to protect him."

Ann suddenly fainted dead away, she could not take anymore of the sight 
of Max and Julia, or at least, what was left of them.

She awoke several minutes later on the downstairs couch. Carlos was 
holding her head and making her drink some raw-tasting brandy that 
quickly brought her to her senses.

"Hello, Ann," he said in the thick accent she could still remember from 
Tijuana. "I'm sorry you see that, I know it messy."

"But why, Carlos, why?" Ann asked incredulously. "How could you?"

"Don't give sympathy, Ann, they not worth it. They die for steal money 
from organization. In this business, pay for thief is death. I am carry 
out penalty."

"You--you mean you're going to kill them?" Ann almost whispered.

"They already dead. We burn house in four minutes. I have to leave you 
in. I have no choice, you a witness. I kill butler for same."

"Carlos, please don't," Ann begged with all her heart. She had noticed 
the pictures were not over the bed when she was in the room and was 
afraid one of his men had them. If he ever let them out in San Diego, 
the entire base would soon have copies. She couldn't bear to come back 
and haunt Dave from the grave in that way. "I promise I won't say 
anything. Listen to me ..."

Ann quickly related the sordid story to him, telling him about Dave and 
what their plans were when he returned. She poured her whole heart out 
in her last desperate attempt to salvage something from this awful 
mess. She knew her chances were slim but it was the only thing she had 
left to hold onto--Carlos had to understand.

"That like Schroeder," Carlos said. "He tell me it to keep you from 
tell about organization--what you know from store ..."

"No, it wasn't, I swear I know nothing!" She was sobbing into her hands 
now, her voice out of control

Carlos looked at her for what seemed an eternity. She knew he was 
deciding between what he should do and what he wanted to do. 

"Wait ..." he finally spoke. "I be back."

He vaulted up the stairs and returned in a few seconds with the manila 
envelope.

"You love husband lots, Ann, to suffer to get this pictures." He held 
up the packet.

"I do, Carlos, more than you can imagine. All I want is the chance to 
prove it again."

"All right," he said after studying her for another moment. "I let you 
go!"

"And--and the pictures?" Ann asked, holding her breath.

"I give to you ... but keep one. Keep honor among thieves when hold 
some security. Your husband important to you as my life to me. You go 
to police it mean--my life--it mean your husband too. Is this fair 
between us?"

"Oh, yes, yes it is!" She knew, with all her heart, she could trust 
Carlos and that they both would be bearing terrible secrets about each 
other. So terrible that neither dared to do anything. She leaped to her 
feet and gave him a warm kiss that she meant more than anything else 
she had ever meant in her life.

Carlos opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures. He shoved 
through them rapidly, taking one and shoving it in his inside coat 
pocket.

"You and I," he smilingly admitted. "I think much on that ..."

Ann found herself gniling back at him and deep within her she was 
pleased with the compliment though she never admitted it to herself 
again as long as she lived.


The End
